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gallusrostromegalus · 1 year

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I need more of this force sensitive teenager 😭

(With reference tho this post)

Attachment is Forbidden. To hold on too long, against the current of reality, is to bind and strangle, to cause suffering and grief.

Attachment is Essential. To become disconnected from the world around you is to fall to cruelty and madness, to cause suffering and grief.

The Force is very complicated and only vaguely comprehensible to three pounds of electrified jello piloting a meat suit and specialized to sort different kinds of berries. It is a knife's edge to walk and the blade cuts and cuts at those with the force until they learn to wield it. When you seize the edge of attachment and the blade is in your hand, the decision is yours to decide what to preserve, and what to cut away from yourself. Can you really be the Judge of which relationships, which laws, which lives are worthy to keep and which to discard?

The Jedi and Sith agree on this one facet- Yes. Yes, you can, you should, and you Must, or what is the point? The dispute is whether to trust in your own judgment, or to attempt to divine and follow the will of The Force.

There is, of course, another option.

There is always another option with the force. The question is always, is that option worth the cost?

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The morality of choice is not on her mind when she discovers the other option. What's on her mind is grief, the final hell of the descent of fear into anger into suffering. But the fear wasn't hers, the anger wasn't hers, even the suffering wasn't entirely hers- Her parents and siblings alike bear the emotional and physical scars of her inability to control this- but the grief, the grief is overwhelming and far too personal to be anyone else's.

It's not like anyone else can mourn the life she should have had, dead on the cold ground in front of her like a carrion corpse. She can see it so clearly in the Force, it's her as she should have been, loved and respected and loved and encouraged and loved and free to grow into the shape she should and loved and loved and LOVED- but there her theoretical future self is, dead on the ground, strangled.

And despite breaking, her heart insists on beating.

If this is the final step of the descent into darkness, and she is not dead, what's the next one to take?

Well, immediately, big ones, very fast, and very far away from here.

She runs away, away from the institutions, away from the medication that never helped, away from the frightened eyes, away from the exasperated sighs and hands that dragged and the 'its for your own good's, and into the night.

Barefoot, over the rough ground, over the sharp stones and uphill into the mountains, into the desert away from the lights of town, into the night. She's probably bleeding, her lungs burn and the windy night is cold. At the crest of the Hill she stops, wheezing and sobbing, only able to scream and cry.

The lights of the town (or at least, the few not effected by the power outage) are still close. It wouldn't take long to run back home, especially not downhill, to crawl home and scrape and beg forgiveness, it won't happen again-

...except that it would. It always did.

And now she'd crossed the line from "Shattered furniture" to "possibly leveling part of a building". And there was no going back. Police would get involved for real this time. No more institutions would take something capable of destroying a building. Can't stay home, where she'd hurt another member of her family. Can't go somewhere private if I'm a living wrecking ball. Can't be in public, twitching and chattering, frightening people. There is, of course, another option.

She looked down the other side of the hill, deeper into the only-sort-of-explored so-called wasteland of thorny succulents, bare rocks and unforgiving temperatures.

The question is, as always, is it worth the cost?

Well, heading back to civilization cost what was left of her dignity, and quite possibly the lives of her family. And she was fuck all out of pride, and not willing to gamble with their accounts.

Into the wild it was.

Of course- she considered, starting her descent down the other side- the desert wilderness is no place for a barefoot twelve year old, especially not alone and possibly being hunted by law enforcement. It's a place for the toughest of beasts, of nocturnal horrors and all things red of tooth and claw.

"Can't be myself anywhere, can I?" She asks, hysterical. She winces at another sharp rock. "Be nice to have proper paws or something-"

She stops.

There is, of course, another option.

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The Jedi and Sith agree on another point too.

You can use the force to shape reality. Any part you want! Change minds with a wave of your hand! Defy gravity with extremely direct eye contact! Generate lighting by thinking about it really hard!

But they both hold a secret taboo.

As much as the Jedi profess detachment and humility and selflessness, and as much as the Sith proclaim self-determination and experimentation and manifestation of vision, they hold the same secret rule-

When you grasp the Blade of Attachment, and are deciding how to sculpt the future, don't turn the blade upon yourself.

Like how there is a line in the sand between shattered furniture and demolishing a building, or one between parental rights and child welfare, there is a line between using the force to alter your body as a means of preservation of the self, and using it to transform the self.

The line is so secret, it's rarely discussed and even then only in metaphor. It's called The Rubicon, after a mythical river a foolish emperor once crossed.

There are of course, those who have Crossed The Rubicon- Darth Nihilus and Darth Sion come to mind, though there are some suspiciously long-lived and more-hands-having-than-circumstances-would suggest Jedi as well- there's always someone who will decide the forbidden option is worth the cost. In this case, the currency is flesh, and to an extent, the self.

...But if you are twelve years old and already changing and grew up told your self as it is is repulsive and dangerous, so you grew alienated from that self to the point of being a stranger to the person everyone seemed to know and that self was useless in your present circumstances anyway...

The Force shines. It shines bright and beautiful and even the crude matter of life is luminous in the dark, and it is so, so easy to see how a hand is just an elongated paw.

She runs.

She runs down the hill, cries of pain now intermingled with those of discovery and the joy of creation. She runs toward the desert, towards the beautiful night-blooming flowers, towards the blissful silence, towards the personal space measured in hundreds of square miles, toward freedom, towards a new future self, and away from the carrion corpse of her youth.

There is a river at the bottom of the hill, and as her eyes open to new possibilities and spectra, she sees how it's nearly entirely underground, and how the ox-bow at the bottom of the hill is only where it briefly breaches the surface and she runs toward it, gait shifting awkwardly under her but everything was always awkward, but now it's awkward with Purpose-

-She leaps across the river, and when she lands palm-first on the other side, the things on the ends of her arms are no longer hands.

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The Apprentice awakens with a terrified shriek. Her bones ache with sympathetic sensations of shape-change, winded and shaking. A dream, a dream, it was all just a terrible dream-

Her Master stumbles into the room to check on her, legs not feeling quite right, and one look between them belies the awful truth.

It was not just a dream.

They embrace, too tight and fingers digging into clothing, tears hot, faces hidden in each other's shoulders, trying to find comfort in shared horror and grief. Something happened earlier, when they heard something break, and now they were bound to this stranger's destiny.

Attachment and Detachment are the choices you make the shape reality.

Attachment and Detachment are forced upon you no matter what choices you make.

The Force is very complicated and only sort of comprehensible.

#Star Wars #Long Post #Hello I have an angst Baby OC #No I didn't name any of these characters #or decide when this is taking place #Those are irrelevant #I'm just putting the force as a concept in a jar and shaking it vigorously #Body Horror #Abuse mention #:)

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neerons · 1 month

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Hey, how are you?? I hope you are doing great. I love all of your masquerade kiss posts and everything else you write because you put so much effort into them. You explain the MK characters in such a deep, fascinating way that it's admirable, and I kinda miss your analysis, lol. I have a question, tho if you are interested and free to answer. What is one thing you personally hate and love about the MK mc and the LI all 4 of them and if their is anything you would like to change about the game??. Like any route incident or character trait?? I believe their is a lot to say where MK is heading personally for the characters, both good and bad, tbh I would love to know your answer. Anyways, take care and have a great day ❤️

Hey ❤️ I’m doing alright even though I’ve been sick since yesterday, thank you for asking! I hope you’re doing good as well

Thank you for these thoughtful words. You always make my days whenever you say such nice things 🥹 I’m glad if my analyses are appreciated or helpful, I try to be as faithful to the representation of the title as I can while I give my own thoughts. Telling me I do it well and in a fascinating way means so much to me, thank you again ❤️

Things I love and hate about the Masquerade Kiss characters? Anything I’d like to change about the game?

To answer your question, there are many things I love about the characters and nothing I hate, or particularly dislike. Hatred would be a big word to use and if I hated anything about the title, I would find it hard to read it to be honest. I think this title is perfect for me as it has everything I love within it, which is why I’m really passionate about it. The things that tend to be "less good" about the characters are aspects of their personality that represent their flaws, so it’s only natural to like them less, and I have to say, I think their flaws are very well chosen. Maybe I sound like a simp for the title haha, but then so be it 🤣

The Masquerade Kiss MC

What I especially love about her character is that she successfully represents what I had always hoped to see in a MC. I personally was often used to seeing MCs that, while very lovely in their own way, were very "flat" and not especially interesting with their personality. Due to the fact that writers try to make sure the readers can self insert and project onto the MCs, earlier MCs were somehow very bland, or "weak", and submissive in a bad way for the sake of the self insert and LI. With newer titles, this problem seems to be less present though!

When I say they are weak I don’t mean their physical strength by the way, but rather the fact that they are so kind they are completely selfless. I think that if done right, such a representation can be beautiful, but more often than not, I saw MCs who were so "kind" their character was being crushed by their LI and they completely lacked anything that could be relatable to most readers, if that makes sense. It was in my opinion bad writing, because it was very one sided and only served the purpose to go faster with the story to learn more about the LI.

Compared to that, the MK MC is sooo well written in my opinion. She has everything, and without any extremes. She’s an independent and capable woman with a strong and kind personality, but she doesn’t reject others or love nor does she act as a man hater (thankfully, she didn’t fall into that annoying type of feminist writing). She’s extremely strong both physically and mentally, but she can still be sensitive, cute and have her weaknesses at times. She’s all about justice and doing what’s right, but can admit her own mistakes and adapt her judgment when she sees that what she believes in isn’t always right. Despite her intelligence, she can be a bit silly especially with the right crowd. She fits in very well with the 3S’ due to that reason and is often either as exasperated as Yuzu, or takes part in all their weirdness and banter

She’s also extremely beautiful, which is a breath of fresh air for me because the amount of times that I’ve read stories where the LIs often mentioned that the MC was plain looking or ugly at first… I actually don’t think it’s bad to have an average looking or "ugly" MC, but after the other titles or games that I’ve played, it was good to finally have a MC all the LIs could basically admire and compliment like she’s a literal goddess. Especially if the reader is supposed to project onto the MC (it’s nicer to be expected to look like Venus rather than Gollum…🤣) To be honest, whenever I read titles, I always imagine the MC to look like my OC, so it hurts to see the LIs think she’s not especially pretty at first 🥹

As for what I don’t like about her, nothing really in particular, but there are things I wished I could have seen more. In her character introduction in the app, she’s described as a sort of sister figure to other women, but I’ve never seen that yet.

I’ve seen women either be friendly, or jealous, but I’ve never seen her have a sort of sisterly role towards any females. Given her career, it wouldn’t be odd for her to be admired by other fellow agents too so I kind of wish to see that. I actually really hope we can even see her actual family and have her meet her younger siblings. We had a few interactions with her parents and especially her mom, but I hope we get to meet her brother and sister as well. It would bring a lot more characterization to her.

Some people could also argue that in Kazuomi’s route, she’s often left aside to give place to Kazuomi who’s always a few steps ahead of her, and therefore her talents and character isn’t as fully explored compared to other routes. Personally that doesn’t bother me a lot, because it’s already been clear how good she is, and Kazuomi is definitely the main guy with a lot of depth to his own character, so it makes sense that it’s tougher for her to shine when she’s against him. That doesn’t remove any of her greatness. Her being the way she is is already exceptional if we take into account that a lot of other MCs never reached her level of characterization

Kei

There are many things I like about Kei. His story, first of all, which I didn’t expect to turn out this way at all the first time I’ve read his first season. Seeing his growth and changes have felt like going on a journey. If he’s potentially not interesting to read as a LI, I’d say he’s at least great to read simply for the whole character development and story building. He’s slow burn, which may not be appealing to many, but it feels worth it whenever we reach the stages we have wished to see.

I would argue that the writing of his route make him one of the best, if not the best, story among Voltage titles. I say this despite liking Kazuomi’s route the most, because I can only bow down to such a beautiful route. It’s so unique and difficult and confusing at the same time. It’s like you’re experiencing what he feels about love alongside him. He has so many sides to him that give him a lot of depth, and I didn’t expect to witness this type of character before.

His trauma and story telling is handled in a very bold way. I had never seen Voltage write such a tragic background story before. It’s not like I’ve read every title out there, but from everything I could see, it seems like MK overall is very unique. I also love his sense of humor and his playful attitude. He’s a big tease, which is perfect to enhance Kazuomi’s own playfulness and to get on Yuzu’s last nerves

Something I wish would have been different in his story however would be how Caleb was handled at the end of his arrest once they managed to stop him. I just wish it would have been more spectacular. The final fight wasn’t bad, but it could have had more impact, more spice to it in the fighting scenes ✨

Yuzu

He’s great, and so are his flaws. I always think about how his qualities and flaws are perfect combinations, he is pretty relatable and realistic. I once heard something that approximately said that, in a given trait, all our qualities have a "trap", and that these traps basically lead to our flaws. In this case, I always thought how Yuzu’s perfectionism can turn into stubbornness and lead to frustration. Just like his sensitivity is hidden and shut down by his rationality a lot of times. I think he can be very relatable, especially to those who struggle to open up and communicate their feelings, even with themselves.

I really like that he uses his knowledge about technology to face his problems, such as saying that when he and the MC argue, they have a "bug" that needs to be fixed. It’s really cute and adds to his hard working or nerdy nature. He obviously always tries to do his best and while it’s hard for him to admit it, he’s very fond of his closed ones and will always be there for them. I also love how he is intelligent in many ways. He’s not narcissistic or condescending to those who appear less intelligent than him, he always wants to do better and takes others’ opinions into consideration if they matter.

As for what I’m hoping to see in the game for him, I’d say more interactions between him and Kazuomi. Maybe due to having the same writer, it seems Yuzu and Kei are shown to be especially close but we know they all share a deep bond with different dynamics. It would be nice to see more key moments that would show the type of bond they have as well, since Yuzu is said to respect Kazu a lot in his own character introduction

Kazuomi

Of course there are way too many things I love about this man since he’s my favorite. I love how confident he is, how he always manages to stay in control of things, and how fun he can be. He’s the type of character that makes you think everything will be alright in the end. I also love that this personality he has might not be his actual one, and I’m only looking forward to seeing how he really is. He’s really mysterious at times, and his past seems to be deeply present in his mind even now. He’s the only one who is the most discreet when it comes to opening up about it, so it’s really making me curious to know what happened.

What I love the most is how good and unique his relationship with the MC is. They’re at the same time completely compatible personality-wise, and at the same time, their work make their relationship hard to operate like a normal one. I don’t especially wish anything from his route would be altered, but I’m hoping to see he and MC finally reach a sort of stability in their relationship where they can settle down without thinking that what they have might be temporary. With MC’s job and Kazuomi’s tactics that will make him reveal himself to her one day, we don’t know what will happen between them, but I’m optimistic about their future. They were basically made for each other

Seiichi

I absolutely love him, which is why I will take this opportunity to expose my love and rant about all the things I need to rant about. There are a few things that should have been explored before stopping his stories, which is why I’m mad that they decided to stop writing for him. Things such as seeing more of his older sister, who was implied to appear again to fight back against Seiichi and MC, if I remember correctly. In the end, we won’t know what she would have done if they had decided to continue more with his stories. We also needed to know more about him. About how his grandparents raised him, getting more PoVs of his past, etc…

Something that I’ve found very weird is that when you play Kazuomi’s Ultimate Vacation, you can decide to get a PoV of the Boss. If you choose it, Boss then quickly has a thought about his past, about how the island he grew up in had marijuana plantations, and then you learn that his island ended up destroyed as a result. I didn’t understand why they discontinued his story only to reveal things here and there in other routes. I don’t want breadcrumbs about him, I want the whole bakery (and I say that as a French 😡😂)

Really though, I don’t know what was the point of doing this, I love learning more about him, so it’s all fine with me, but why in Kazuomi’s route? Why make a PoV option for him when you’re only going to show a few lines about his past and then move on to Kazu’s story again? I found all this very interesting and mysterious. Maybe they couldn’t follow with his story since he was the least read of the bunch, so they decided to expose what they had planned for him in the other routes for the fans.

Maybe my only wish was that he wasn’t made out to be such a jerk to MC in Kei’s route S1. I don’t mind that he can appear as an antagonist at first, but this really seemed to have killed a lot of readers’ will to try out his route due to that, when he’s actually a great character with good morals. Lacking readers for his route is most probably the reason why they decided to stop writing for him, too.

There’s something else I wish (maybe?) could have been different in his story. There’s the fact that the EAC is, depending on the route, either depicted as controversial in their way of handling things, or as a good agency that wants to bring justice. It would have been good that in the end, MC didn’t become a senior agent for the EAC in my opinion. I was pretty disgusted by the agency to be honest. It was made clear that the EAC higher ups would have never promoted MC to a senior agent position if it weren’t for Seiichi faking his death (and we never knew why they never wanted her to become one in the end), and it was revealed later on that the EAC lacked agents after Seiichi made sure to "take care" of the agents who were rotten.

Technically, we learned that the EAC they were working for had their bad apples as well. Even if Seiichi took care of them after disappearing, I felt pretty bitter to see MC become a senior agent for the EAC when they didn’t have the intention to choose her willingly at first. And of course I was also super sad because Seiichi wasn’t here anymore, which led her to live without him for a few years before finally reuniting again. I loved their reunion, but I just felt sad that things had to turn out this way for them. I’m thinking that this ending wasn’t planned at first, and they they came up with it as a last resort to end his route earlier, because there are quite a few plot holes that were supposed to be filled later on in future stories.

Aside from that, I loved his route overall and only dislike that they treated him "badly" compared to the other LIs. He’s really mysterious which is what made me so obsessed with learning more about him at first, and then made him my second favorite. I also loved how he protected MC against the EAC when they wanted to pin her as a criminal, and how in other routes he also seems to care for her, even if it’s very subtle.

I feel like with his type of characterization, he was made for readers to interpret his acts a lot. He loves to confuse MC at times and they have this sort of banter where they won’t admit their feelings and will unmask the other, which I really love. I love that he yearns for her quietly and will only show her a fraction of it to tease her, and possibly to indulge himself too

Thank you for the ask, and sorry if my answer was long! Take care as well!! ❤️

#ask #kazuomi shido #yuzuru shiba #kei soejima #seiichi setoyanagi #voltage inc #love 365 #otome game #voltage #love 365 find your story #masquerade kiss #mk #otome games #voltage otome #masquerade kiss boss #mk boss

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Dean always got jealous and possessive whenever a guy spoke to Rory tho.

I mean did he? Like who are you talking about? You talking about Tristan who was a dick at the formal?

he's pretty calm

this isn't possessive

he pushes Tristan when he literally won't leave Rory alone and then refuses to fight him

he reacts when he sees Tristan holding her books -- which is VERY teenager btw -- because they broke up since Rory can't say I love you then Rory starts showing up to his house and making declarations at the town hall and then when he shows up at Chilton, he sees her with Tristan and he feels like an idiot

and that's a thing

and he's just exasperated.

Then Tristan comes around again to be a dick

and he's venting but he's not yelling at Rory for Tristan's behaviour, he's pissed off that they have to play Romeo and Juliet and tells her hates it because why wouldn't he?

when this is Tristan

then Dean showing up to the rehearsal

is like Jess deciding to join Rory and Dean during the winter carnival and when she's like I need you to go, he does

like people act as if Dean was just crazy jealous of guys who say 'hi' to Rory and don't acknowledge that the guys who get under his skin were doing shit to get under his skin

like even when Jess is deliberately and underhandedly trying to needle at Dean when they first meet, Dean doesn't rise to the bait

and despite what people would have you believe, he's not on Rory like 'why didn't you mention me to him?' 'when did you two meet?' 'what does he mean when he says it always seems like you two see each other around?'

Jess is deliberately an asshole to Dean to spend time with Rory

and people find this hot or attractive and that's fine and the fact that Dean isn't exactly collected and cool about being messed with and doesn't let it roll off his shoulders is not attractive to people and that's also fine, but to paint him as this like irrationally angry possessive monster is so wild to me.

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ambrosykim · 1 year

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since im suddenly so intrigued by them: adele and f. 2, 6, 7, 15, 29, 30 for the couples ask!

heehee thank uuu!! i'll give u a lil bonus adele fact: i've only recently discovered she's a lesbian, and also might be, like, wayyy more butch than previously thought (that's why he's trying out he/him pronouns rn) this got really long omg

2. Do they like each other's friends? Do their friends like them?

first of all! adele is besties with morgan (as much as those two can be friendly, they are that with each other) but that's pretty much where the friendliness ends lmao both nat and ava exasperate adele so much; nat is overly nice (and adele sees her as a bit fake lol) and ava is just too controlling, like dude it's no big deal i can smoke inside it's fine 🙄

and i think both nat and ava find her a lot for similar reasons, he's too closed off for nat's liking (even tho farah can def bring her out of her shell) plus! she disregards the rules? that's illegal you can't do that! as for ava, i think she might see adele as competition for leader? (don't tell adele that, it will go to his head lol) bc adele made morgan like her so fast and hes just so chill about most things, ava might be afraid they like him more than her (obv not, but one can never be too anxious!)

6. Do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them?

farah: babe, baby, cupcake, pumpkin and the like lol (look, you *know* that farah has a bunch of pet names for adele, especially using the more outrageous ones in public to try to make her blush (he's very pale so if farah succeeds, adele is literally like a tomato) but unfortunately for farah, adele can control herself 😤)

adele: she uses my love the most often (or just love), but the rare times she says farah's name he pronounces it so carefully that it feels like a love confession in itself (especially if she says it while holding farah's hand and looking into her eyes??? hooo boy)

7. What's their most and least favorite thing about each other?

farah: most favourite is how serious adele can get if the occasion calls for it, despite being a very chill person usually. least favourite is how long it takes adele to get ready for bed (10+ steps skincare routine. hour long baths... look she has her routine okay?? his hair does not look like that just on its own!)

adele: most favourite is farah's energy! he could literally listen to her talk all day, and would entertain any of farah's ideas and if she wanted to go somewhere, adele would already be in her car like where do u want me to go

and least favourite... also farah's energy, but socially lmao but for real, adele is like a cat personified, if she didn't have to have social interaction, he would just be vibing by herself all the time. so now that farah is suddenly around her a lot, she is both fascinated and horrified by her energy (and in social situations he just ends up following her around lmaooo so farah just has a 5'11 shadow following her around like 😶

15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

adele is always fidgeting with her rings, and ever since they got together, he just fidgets with farah's hands instead? and in turn he lets farah take her rings off and subtly massage her hands and then slowly put the rings back and 🥰🥰🥰 i dont remember what the question was lol sorry this is not it anyways <3

29. Where is their relationship lacking? What could they do to improve it?

maybe communication? i know i've said that adele is pretty straightforward in her feelings but um... not all the time lol he tends to sulk around a bit instead of telling farah if something's up with her :'))

30. Where is their relationship the strongest?

how much they have each others' backs. adele is always down to clown with farah but would 100% murder someone for her, no questions asked (even tho farah could do that herself, idc it's romantic🥰)

the relationship questions for reference

#adele and felix always felt just a little off lol now it makes sense why #after um... over 2 years sorry adele baby #this was so long omg hope u enjoy reading it #adele x farah #oc: adele newman #nett rambles #ask game #nett asks

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namimikan · 1 year

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mmkay, to try and break it down, both imahana (knb) and shinyori (bleach) occupy this space in my brain where it’s like:

- history

- i don’t like you very much, but i understand you, and likewise you me

- affection slips through, something always brings me back to you, love is why i cling to you

- there’s no need for niceties bc we’re both assholes here, it’s messy, it’s ugly, it’s flawed, at no point are pretending that we’re not that.

- the world’s kind of empty without you here, bc no one else will get what i mean except you

- gosh, you irritate the hell out of me, but i can’t let you go either

- the awfulness... prolly veers into abusive, but i’m not 100% certain it stays there? it is, however, unhealthy 100%.

- gratefulness and comfort at being known? despite how sometimes it is uncomfortable all the same?

- the quieter moments of just being

like in some ways i think book!howl and sophie fit this, bc howl annoys sophie so much it exasperates her, but i actually think... it’s cute tho. it is! i’d also say that they’re actually a lot healthier as a functioning ship.

to some degree, maybe ed/oswald from gotham fits too... even tho i think the show waffled on them and dropped the ball terribly..

the best second chance romances are prolly this, idk. they tend to dig themselves out of the unhealthiness tho, even if they’re petty enough to do some mud slinging in the meantime.

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adorethedistance · 3 years

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Mesmerizing - Owen joyner x Reader Best Friends to Lovers!AU

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Requested: Can you write an Owen smut/fluff where you are best friends. You show up to his place in the rain after going out with yet another guy who ended up using you just to blow off steam (even tho you were doing more of the blowing 😒). Owen rushes you in and gives you some of his clothes while your’s are in the wash. You’ve got a passive aggressive vibe bc of the night you’ve had. Ofc Owen realized somethings wrong and when you turn away saying you don’t wanna talk abt it he gentle brushes his hands up your arms and it send chills through your body, he softens you up with a warm hug and then whispers in your ear abt how he’s gonna treat you right. You receive an unforgettable experience with him. Also can you include a part where their kissing and the reader starts grinding on Owen and he’s into it, then remembers its supposed to be abt her.

Words: 2176

Warnings: nsfw, grinding, make out, swearing, mentions of being used.

A/n: This request is so detailed I almost feel like you wrote it for me lol. I hope this doesn’t disappoint! Might do a part 2 of just the full on smut. Maybe.

“Jesus, you’re soaking wet,” Owen comments as he takes in my sopping appearance. I suddenly become very envious of how warm Owen must be in his black sweatshirt, tan trucker hat, and dark grey sweatpants.

Like all the previous nights that led me to Owen’s doorstep, something had gone wrong with a guy I’d met on Tinder. This is the third time I’ve shown up to his place, and two out of the three have been in the pouring rain. Gotta love Norman.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry. Just- stay here.” He disappears into the apartment for a few seconds as I stand shivering in the entryway. When he reappears, he hands me a towel to dry off my face and wring out my hair. Once I’ve patted myself as dry as a towel can manage on denim, I look back to Owen as he slips the fabric from my hands. He extends his arm toward me and shoves something into my hands that I don’t register what it is.

“Bathroom’s down there. You know that, though.”

“Thanks,” I barely speak up and make my way into the flat. I don’t bother locking the door behind me. I left my dignity at Jamie’s place when he practically used me tonight. Jamie is the newest object of affection in my life. He’s the lead guitarist for an indie band that plays the punk scene around here, despite desperately trying to leave Oklahoma. We’ve been on a couple dates over the span of six weeks. Tonight, Jamie had promised an unforgettable night, only to claim he’s tired and that I should leave once he got what he wanted. I know you can revoke consent at any time, that’s not what I’m bothered about. I’m upset that he thought I should leave conveniently after he came and didn’t even care for me to undress.

Snapping out of my pitiful wallowing, I finally register what Owen had placed in my hands. It’s his ‘BEANS’ t-shirt and- a pair of grey boxer briefs? Whatever. I peel out of my wet sweater and jeans to get changed, still freezing from the cold. I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror and immediately turn away after catching sight of the lace underwear I’d worn for the supposedly ‘unforgettable night’. As I touch the cool, metal doorknob of the bathroom door, I realize I left my phone on the kitchen counter.

“Sorry I didn’t warn you about the underwear. I just remembered last time my sweatpants didn’t fit so I thought maybe these would fit better. And it seems like they do.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Your phone was going off like crazy by the way.” Wordlessly, I scamper over to the counter and see four messages from Jamie.

MESSAGES:

Jamie 💖: Hey babe Jamie 💖: I love you Jamie 💖: Hope you got home safe Jamie 💖: Your not even gonna respond?

After reading the messages, I see another one come in but my phone doesn’t vibrate.

Jamie 💖: Whatever. Night.

I don’t remember turning on Do Not Disturb.

“Hey.” I thought my exasperated groan was internal, but apparently not judging by the look on Owen’s face, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” my mouth is dry as I try to swallow the upset catching in my throat. The breath that follows is shaky and I will myself not to cry. I’ve spent too many nights crying in Owen’s arms over Jamie and I refuse to let myself do it again. Owen deserves better. I deserve better.

“I don’t want to talk about it…” I do.

“You sure?” Owen knows I do.

“Yeah.”

“Here, give me your wet clothes, I can wash them for you.”

“Thanks.” When he takes the pile of damp fabric from my hands, he immediately starts a load of laundry, calling out from the closet,

“So, what do you want to do tonight? I’ve got Netflix and Jeremy left his switch here the other day.”

“I don’t care. It’s whatever.” I hate how moody I am because of Jamie, but I can’t stop it. I can’t find the off switch to these hurt feelings and I don’t like taking it out on Owen. I don’t want to take it out on Owen.

“I’m sure you have a preference. You’re Y/n, you always have an opinion.”

“I said I don’t care, Owen.” My words are sharp but the emotion behind them is dull. I’m in such a weird headspace that I can’t even fathom something that would cheer me up.

Once he registers my words, Owen looks up with his face tightly pinched out of… anger? Concern? Sadness?

“Y/n.” Don’t say my name like that.

“What?”

“What happened?” Owen’s too proud to beg for anything, but his words are pleading.

“I told you I don’t want to talk about it,” my voice threatens to collapse underneath me and I’m overcome with a sudden anger that’s stemmed from sadness. The friction of my frustration has Owen heating up too. Soon enough we’ll be yelling at each other and getting noise complaints from the neighbors.

“Bullshit! You don’t get to come over to my place brooding, again, and then shut me out. That’s not fair to me, Y/n!” He’s right. I know he’s right. But damn my stubbornness.

“This isn’t about you, Owen.”

“What happened tonight?”

“What does it matter?” I frustratedly brush both hands through my semi-damp hair.

“I hate seeing you like this! I love spending time with you and I want to be there for you when you’re down, but lately that’s all I ever see: you when you’re heartbroken and need patching up.”

I know damn well that I’ve been distant lately. And that’s why I’m burning through so many guys so quickly. Because I’m not looking for someone. Because I’m trying to look away from someone. I don’t want to admit I’m in love with my best friend to myself, and I certainly don’t want to admit it to him.

“Owen, I just need you to be my friend right now. I don’t need you to play healer and try and fix me, I just need you to be a support.”

“Why? Because Jamie isn’t?” Once again, I know he’s right. It still hurts.

“Why do you despise Jamie so much? What has he ever done to you?”

“He hurt my best friend.” Owen breathes heavily, trying to calm himself down, knowing the walls are only so thick. “I don’t get what you see in him, Y/n. He doesn’t even use the right ‘your’.”

“You read my texts?” He ignores my question,

“‘He’s cute and he can play guitar’...sure. You’ve been dating for a month, and he’s hurt you a lot within that short span of time. Does he actually mean it when he tells you he loves you?” He knows the answer to that.

“Don’t.”

“Does he put your feelings and needs above everything else?” He knows the answer.

“Stop it, Owen.”

“Does he respect you, Y/n?” And he knows the answer to that, too. My anger flurries and dissolves into a complete sadness that fills the cavity of my chest and pours from my eyes in the form hot, salt tears. After the initial fury wears off, I wipe my tears and stare at Owen with a blank expression. With my phone in my right hand, I walk over to the couch and sit on the far left cushion with my back facing Owen. One leg is propped up on the floor, and the other is bent up on the couch for warmth.

A slight shiver rakes through my body as I’m still cold from the rain and I’m practically wearing a t-shirt and shorts. A second shiver courses the surface of my skin from the feeling of Owen’s fingertips on my right arm. He’s settled on the adjacent cushion, still facing my back and trying to grab my attention. I mentally curse at how stiff my body has become under his touch. Am I just cold? Am I still upset?

I sigh when I feel Owen wrap his arms around my smaller frame. His arms are low, circumnavigating the bottom of my ribcage and my biceps. Upon feeling him rest the side of his face between my shoulder blades, I relax those muscles and surrender from the warmth. At any given moment, Owen feels like he’s stepped out of a furnace. Maybe that’s why the cold Norman winters work for him. Maybe that’s why he’s been single so long: he can keep himself warm and doesn’t need anyone else to.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

“No, Owen...” My voice drops off into a whisper, afraid of what happens next, “I am in love with you.”

My anxiety spikes when he doesn’t immediately respond, but it’s subsequently dissolved when I feel him press a chaste kiss between my scapula. He presses another kiss on the back of my neck, this one lingers. As if I’ll disappear when he pulls away. When he responds, his volume has dropped to match mine,

“I’m in love with you, too.”

“...That’s why I’ve been going on so many dates and being so distant: I was so certain you didn’t. I was scared.”

“Look at me,” Owen whispers over my left shoulder. I turn my head sideways to meet his gaze and my breathing goes uneven. His irises glisten like crystals and his lashes exquisitely frame the beauty of his eyes. “You don’t have to be scared.”

“I want you.” I confess wholeheartedly.

“Let me treat you right.”

“Please-” I use the cushion beneath me as leverage to turn myself around in Owen’s arms.

“Come here.” Lightly pulling me towards his body, I follow his lead and straddle Owen’s hips against the couch. He’s resting his left hand on my exposed thigh, and moves the right to hold the side of my face. Gently caressing his thumb over my cheekbone, Owen stares into my eyes with a look that can only be described as unfathomable adoration. I bring both hands up to reinforce the position. I never want this moment to end. Having Owen’s warm hand holding my face I feel safer than I have in months.

“Kiss me?” I speak the words so quietly they’re nearly lost on my own ears, much less Owen’s. A small smile dances across his lips before he begins to lean in. I place a gentle hand on the surface of his chest to stop his movements. I don’t give him time to ask questions before I rotate his hat so he doesn’t take my eye out with the brim. The action makes him smile even brighter, and he reaches up to take the hat off and place it backwards on my head instead. Owen then captures my lips in his and the feeling is mesmerizing. The affection is everything I’d sought out in all the different guys I’d been seeing to avoid Owen. I should’ve known nothing would ever come close to this feeling. I should’ve known no one would ever come close to Owen.

Our lips move in tandem, but with such tenderness. It’s as if we’re both too afraid to take anything more than what we already have. Caught up in the excitement of the moment, I timidly tangle my hands into his long, disheveled blonde hair. Lovingly scratching at the back of Owen’s hair, I feel him tracing sensual circles into the bare skin of my thigh. I have to pull away briefly to try and catch my breath. After doing so, Owen rests his forehead against mine, also panting in sync with me. I laugh still somewhat breathless,

“Fuck me.” Owen nods and laughs absentmindedly, and once recovered, I push back into the kiss, twice as passionate as before and ten times more eagerly. The sensuality of the kiss ignites a desire in me that I had pushed down for so long. But I’m incapable of containing it any longer. Dropping my hands, I rest my extended arms over Owen’s shoulders and feel myself begin to grind down onto his lap; his hands drop to rest on my hips. The pair of briefs he’s given to me are fairly thin, and the minimal lace of my lingerie panties barely serves as any sort of barrier. I can feel him growing harder beneath me, and he moans into the kiss from the new sensation. Owen then hums a short sound and stops the movements of my hips.

“Let me take you.” I suppress the urge to laugh, and with a straight face, I stare alluringly into Owen’s glistering eyes.

“I’m in charge here.” Nodding rapidly, Owen’s voice comes out an octave higher than usual,

“O-Okay.” The flustered submission makes me laugh gently; I rest my right hand on his rising and falling chest, and use the other hand to caress the side of his face. He leans into my touch and dazedly presses a kiss to my palm.

“Good boy.”

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friggsdc · 3 years

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Title: little delinquent pt i

part i | part ii

Warnings: Female!reader (bat!sis), mostly family fluff, AU, hurt/comfort

word count: 3000~

It had Bruce and Dick sharing a look for a moment before the latter spoke up, “It’s not like I’m against continuing to expand the family, but…” he eyed the child you held nervously, “please don’t start bringing home every child you find…” he tilted his head, “he’s bad enough.” Bruce settled a light glare at his first son (that definitely wasn’t what Bruce was thinking), though Dick was stilled by the way your eyes narrowed at him instead.

“His name is Terrence,” that was all you said, brushing past as they were suddenly on guard at the inherited Wayne-scowl on your face.

a/n: Terry as a baby tho with an overly protective big sis/mom reader… I can’t get this out of my head lol. Also batfam are very close with bat!sis reader in this, so lotsa fluffy sibling intimacy. Because I want the fluff haha.

(it actually turned into more plot than fluff sighs)

idk pairings/haven’t thought of that, I just didn’t know how to tag it so i used pairing tags??? lol despite that, I don’t feel comfortable putting Damian, Bruce, nor Terry in the tags ee;;;; Jason’s not in this chapter but he’s in the tags anyway sighs, he comes in around ch3.

A light lit up on one of the many monitors in the cave, a box popping up not a moment later with the alert, attracting the costumed people in the room. Bruce was second to the computers, Tim immediately making certain that the alert said what he thought it said, “Good. She’s back.” He sighed heavily, relieved before trudging towards the car port. Sure he was upset, they all were, but at the moment they were just glad their sister was back and alive. She’d get quite the talking to about scaring them all like this, especially from Tim and Bruce, later.

It almost felt like an eternity as her bike came into view, skidding to a comfortable stop with minimal sound. She took a moment to adjust herself, and they didn’t miss the small form clinging to her frontside. It was aggravating how slow and careful she was being, how slowly she got up from her bike as if the young child she had with her was the most fragile treasure. She shifted so that the bundle was curled up in her arms, messy black hair hiding most features as their face buried in her shoulder, frightened. The kid had to be about a year old or so, they assumed, quiet and trembling in her hold.

Damian stood next to their father, annoyance on his face as he bit back harsh words. Of all the people in the world, like Alfred, his sister was someone he never wanted to hurt. He couldn’t even imagine such a thing. “You turned off your comms,” Bruce stated, she only nodded, not usually one for hiding what she was up to. He went to open his mouth again, but Damian’s cold tone beat him to it, “you were missing all night.” She nodded at him again, lips pursed to keep herself from saying anything.

She was struggling with her feelings right now, incredibly upset at the way her family was staring at her, as if she herself were a child. It was really hard for her right now to be the loving big sister she’s always been since coming to live at the manor. All she wanted to do was forgive them for their mistrust, or to tell them everything to take that distrust away. She hated feeling like a bad guy, and she did her best to stand firm on how she felt, but her resolve was crumbling fast in their presence.

You couldn’t help it, your family had that kind of effect on you, always weak to them and their needs.

You would always forgive them. Always.

Tim was first to rush over, quickly pulling you into a hug (careful of the boy), and a slight tremble in his tensed hands kept you from pulling back. He rested his head on the shoulder opposite the kid’s head, arms refusing to move as the other three strode over. “Stupid, where were you?” Tim mumbled into your shoulder, your response was to bury your cheek in his hair, “I was… we were so worried. You don’t just go dark on us like that, especially not on me, you know that.”

He shifted his head to look you in the face, foreheads pressing together. Reaching up, he gently took off your domino mask so your eyes could meet, him doing his best to stare you down. A silent conversation began, your somewhat desperate look of, ‘I’m sorry, I have my reasons,’ and his shoulders sagging a little, ‘I’m still not happy about this.’

It had Bruce and Dick sharing a look for a moment, the latter speaking up, “It’s not like I’m against continuing to expand the family, but…” he eyed the child you held nervously, “please don’t start bringing home every child you find…” Dick tilted his head, “he’s bad enough.” Bruce settled a light glare at his first son (that definitely wasn’t what Bruce was thinking), though Dick was stilled by the way your eyes narrowed at him instead.

“His name is Terrence,” that was all you said, brushing past as they were suddenly on guard at the inherited Wayne-scowl on your face.

“Hey, uhm…” Dick coughed nervously now, stomach flipping and looked between Tim and Bruce, “has she… ever made a face like that before?” Tim frowned, shaking his head, “you actually upset her. That’s an accomplishment, Richard.” Tim went to change so he could follow you, wanting to know everything about what you had been doing and where you had been. “I… meant it to be humorous…” Damian just scowled at him, “it was in poor taste, Grayson,” he turned, wanting to change before following you and Tim, curious. Dick just sighed into his hand, knowing he’d have to make it up to you later, or the others would hold it against him.

“Babybat, too? Ugh.”

Usually you handled his joking around without much issue, what the heck?

“Good job. Whelmed yet?,” Bruce turned back towards the bat computer, intent on discovering things himself (and to alert the others, still out looking, that you were safe). After all, there was only going to be so much you’d say (call it a father’s intuition). Dick frowned at his father making fun of him, unamused, “...haha” He grumbled and went to change, following after his siblings with a yawn finding it’s escape (they’d been frantic all night, looking everywhere).

“You understand we’re not letting you out of our sight after this, right?” his ears perked up at Damian’s tone, uncertain if he was joking or not. Rounding the corner into a smaller sitting room, he stopped before leaning broad shoulders against the doorframe. “That’s terrifying, Dami.” Dick grinned at the glare his youngest brother sent him, eyes turning to you and the child on your lap apologetically, “Sorry, about before.”

You only waved your hand as if to dismiss the earlier conversation, a sign that Dick took to push off the wall and walk over for a better view, “So, Terrence, huh?” You only nodded, stuck in your thoughts, thinking things over. All your attention was kept on the child snuggled up against you, staring at the other’s in the room with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

Dick’s brow raised now that he got a good look.

“Okay, I know I said I was sorry, but…” Damian’s fingers strained to not curl into a fist as he gave Dick a hard, pointed stare, but he didn’t go farther as your hand patted his arm. “Black hair and blue eyes,” Tim sighed at Dick, “I’m just saying.” He shrugged, stopping himself from wondering aloud if the family was cursed.

You could only huff in exasperation as you buried your face in Terrence’s hair, the child wiggling to look up with huge blues. You smiled down at him and leaned back into the cushions, letting him rest against you at an incline, bouncing your leg lightly. His small hands readjusted to grasp onto your shirt, head using your chest as a pillow while he kept watching the men and scrunched his nose.

“So, where’d he come from?” Dick sat across form you, seeing as Damian was sitting next to you on the small couch, Tim in the chair to your other side (all your recon gear was in a pile on the floor next to you). A frown settled on your face, staring at the floor as you kept your face buried in the child’s hair, then shook your head. Stubborn. Tim frowned at you and the child, arms crossed in contemplation, and Damian was staring at the child wide-eyed in amazement (he was so inexperienced). Dick crossed his arms and leaned back, biting the inside of his cheek, “…hey,” your attitude was worrying him, you’d never been this closed off before.

Your eyes shifted from the floor to look at Dick, cycling to Damian and then to Tim, straight faced with having made your decision (even though you had already made it hours earlier). Looking to your family, you took a deep breath to brace yourself, “he’s mine.” All three of the men stiffened, Damian shaking his head, “you weren’t pregnant. Impossible.”

When your eyes met his, he squinted slightly, your head tilting forwards, his turning away, “tt.” Dick was a bit jealous at how you had such a strong connection with Tim and Damian, wishing he could join in on the exchange of expressions (unfortunately, his innate big brother intuition with his siblings only took him so far. Living in Blüdhaven meant he wasn’t as involved in family as he wanted).

Tim was being incredibly careful as he sized you up, taking in the kid’s appearance and the way you were keeping your eyes on the men like a hawk. Damian had relaxed next to you, shifting his weight to lean against your side as he began poking and prodding at the child. In turn, Terrence just tried to grab at Damian’s fingers with his small hands, at times trying to bite him when his finger booped him on the nose (Damian noticed and started turning it into a game, as if he were playing chicken with a cat and it’s claws).

Terrence became a bit more comfortable, too focused on Damian’s antics, and he let out a small laugh, causing Damian to freeze in place. He hadn’t expected it, too absorbed in the game he had made up and instantly his ears turned red, suddenly self-conscious. The finger that had been frozen in place was hovering dangerously close to Terrence’s face and, taking the invitation, the child bit down. He would have yelped if he hadn’t been so well trained, barely able to contain himself, Damian jerked his finger out of the child’s biting range.

Dick cracked a smile and you did your best to not laugh, Tim however was studying his youngest brother, it was cute when he acted his age.

“So, he’ll be staying here then?” You nodded at Dick, “think B’s gonna be okay with this?” you shrugged, it wouldn’t matter, you’d refuse to give the kid up, “So…” Dick shifted, failing to keep his face straight, “Damian’s not the baby anymore.” As wary of the kid as he was, he couldn’t pass up the moment to tease his favorite brother.

“…Grayson,” Damian glared at Dick before reluctantly looking at the kid, silently agreeing. He wasn’t the baby anymore, “we… will need to outfit a nursery room, then.” Dick couldn’t hide his smile, letting it spread on his face at his younger brother’s quick acceptance, “guess I’m gonna hafta visit more often then if I want to be the best uncle.” Both Tim and Damian’s heads turned in unison at Dick, eyes narrowing in a way that made Dick want to step back, nervous.

“No way, I’ll be--” Tim was cut off,

“As if you could be better than me, Grayson,” he sent a pointed look at Tim, “I will be the best uncle.”

You were just glad your brothers were taking this so well.

“Sure.” Tim deflated a bit as Bruce walked into the room, looking at his boys before turning to you and the child, “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to speak with—” Just like Tim, he was cut off, “I won’t tell you anything about him.” Bruce frowned at your stubbornness, not liking that this was how you chose to respond to the situation. “You’re not getting out of this, we’re going to have a talk,” he stopped himself, correcting his remark after a moment’s thought, “…a few talks, actually.”

“No.” you frowned and he crossed his arms with a more serious ‘I’m your father, do as I say,” look about him. “It’s not up for debate.”

The brothers just looked back and forth, opting to stay quiet instead of getting involved. It did no good when the two of you got stubborn with one another.

“You can’t take him from me.” Your father’s stare softened slightly, shaking his head, “we need to discuss that, too.” Honestly, he wasn’t as interested in whether or not you kept the child, the problem was how quiet you were being about him. Something wasn’t right about the situation, and his preliminary searches came up with nothing.

He only had a first name, it wasn’t much to go on.

Terrence was staring at Bruce, one of his chubby little hands left your top to shove his thumb in his mouth. The unwavering stare the kid was giving him… if he didn’t know any better, Bruce would think he was being challenged. It took all of Bruce’s will power not to look down at Terrence, he wasn’t great with children, let alone an infant. He was broken from his thoughts of whether or not the kid actually was challenging him, or if he just had no clue about what to do in this situation (he didn’t want to admit it though) when you finally replied.

“You won’t find out where I was.” It was a statement.

He studied and trained hard to make hiding from anyone and anything look natural, you seemed to have been born with the (suddenly annoying) skill.

“Your thoroughness is worrisome.” He sighed, feeling this was going to be a bit… difficult.

The siblings all shared an amused laugh before Dick got back to his feet, another yawn escaping, “I’ll be in my old room, need some post-mission Z’s.” He felt like a zombie walking out of the room, hoping he’d beat the sun before it got too high. “See you and the kid in the… morning…?” He had almost no interest in trying to make his brain work, already resigned to bed.

“Then, you as well.” Bruce nodded to Damian and with a sigh, he stood up, “alright, father. Good night,” before Damian could leave the room, you were suddenly standing by his side. “Rest sounds good right now,” you avoided Bruce’s disappointed look, watching as Tim rocked forward from the chair to his feet before stretching.

Giving out a small hum, you quickly retreated into the hall with Damian, waiting for neither Tim or Bruce (mainly Bruce). As you left, Bruce turned to Tim, questioning what was going on, “Sorry, but…” he started, “I have no clue about this one…” Tim scratched the back of his head, staring at the floor sheepishly. He felt at a loss, not having been given the silent treatment by you since you were kids.

You were literally in each other’s business all the damned time.

Damian walked comfortably next to you, eyes drooping (even though he’d never admit it), and you dropped him off at his bedroom door.

“Night, Dami.”

“Good night,” you gave him a small hug, ruffling his hair as his ears flushed for the second time that night. “You’re lucky I’m going to sleep…” he huffed, hair now a complete mess. He entered his room, leaving you alone to the halls, “I think a quick shower would be nice…” you were walking towards your room now, intent on getting comfortable and relaxing before getting some shut eye. Dick was right, it was an exhausting night.

Hand on the door of your room, staring at the child struggling to stay awake in your arms, you shook your head.

It was worth it.

And you’d do it again. Every time.

Tim entered the room hesitantly, no knocking, he was certain you wouldn’t answer, anyway, but he checked to see if it was okay before closing the door behind him. Looking around to gather his bearings, as you had the light off, curtains drawn, and it was nominally darker than the halls, he spotted the top of your head over the edge of the bed. Quickly, quietly, he crept over to stand a few feet from you, but your eyes stayed on the sleeping child in your lap, refusing to look up.

He settled himself closely next to you, sliding down to sit on the floor and leaning against the side of the bed, shoulder rubbing your own. He looked to the child in your lap as well, then gave a small hum before lightly nudging you.

He wasn’t able to see well, but after adjusting to the lack of light, it became easier to understand his surroundings. It became easier to see your features, to see the kid in your arms, and it was easier to grasp the way you frowned in anticipation when turning to look him in the face.

He wasn’t certain why, but he braced for something, suddenly uneasy.

Your lips moved to form the word, no sound coming out, too terrified the walls would listen in, ‘Cadmus.’

Tim’s eyes widened in panic, the child’s big blues flashing in his mind, and it suddenly felt like everything was coming together. It was the one piece of useful information he was missing, the one piece that you made certain they wouldn’t be able to follow when you disappeared for the night. He looked to the sleeping child in your arms, then back up at you, brain going into overload. How...?

He understood now.

His hand found yours, squeezing tightly, reassuringly.

You slumped against his side, relieved.

He understood.

#tim drake x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #bat!sis

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honeyxchoso · 3 years

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Promise (fuckboy!Satoru Gojo x reader) (college AU)

warnings: Gojo being a fuckboy who knows his effect on women all too well, MC's declining mental health implied

genre: angst? (sfw)

word count: 1.9k

“Please, just hear me out!” Gojo begged, face contorting into a desperate expression you knew all too well by now.

The scene is just like the numerous ones you’ve experienced in the past few months, all consequential to Satoru Gojo asking you out earlier that year. You should have known better. After all, you’ve been a witness of all of his intimate endeavours throughout high school. It was naive to assume that you would be spared of his promiscuous behaviour and that, somehow, this would be different.

“I promise you it won’t happen again!”

The exclamation just fell on deaf ears. That very promise, which he never fails to make in moments like these, has lost all meaning long ago. The sincerity fading more and more each time it was broken. These conversations, which once used to reduce you to tears, have now lost all meaning they once might have possessed.

All you know is the emptiness you feel resulting from your heart being shattered over and over again, your soul reduced to nothingness. You can no longer cry. You can no longer get mad. You are no longer surprised. Just a shell of the person you once were.

No longer are you even aware of your surroundings, lost in your own mind as Gojo spouted endless dubious apologies and false promises, all of which you’ve heard dozens of times before. How many times have you turned a blind eye so far? How many second chances have you given? How much longer will this go on? You do not know.

How did it come to this?

You and Satoru are first years in an honours programme at Jujutsu college, with you majoring in Biology and him in Physical engineering. Although you had known him since your first year of high school, you two have only gotten close in the summer leading up to your first year at college. During that summer, he’s managed to get closer to you than anyone ever has before. It really isn’t that difficult to imagine considering his flamboyant personality and stunning appearance.

Right now, you were at a cafe, waiting for Mr Perfect to show up for your weekly Math and Chem study session. You chuckle looking at a meme he just texted you. The lovely bastard is fashionably late per usual, but you are somehow never annoyed at that nasty habit of his. Five minutes of texting later, you feel a tap on your shoulder alerting you of Satoru’s arrival. Soon after the tap, you can feel his presence on the left side of your head.

“I think you can kiss heaven goodbye, as it must be a sin to look that good,” he proudly stated right next to you. You gazed to the side with widened eyes and your mouth slightly agape. It was just quick enough for you to catch a glimpse of those gorgeous sky blue eyes of his, mischievously peeking up at you from the pitch-black sunglasses the man always adorned. It truly was a sight to behold. To your great misfortune, however, it was gone as soon as it came, with him rising up to ruffle your hair a bit with his enormous hand before going to sit at the other end of your small table.

You focused on regaining your usual composure, as you’ve grown accustomed to his flirty persona during the summer while observing him picking up girls wherever you went. His sense of humour is just atrocious, but it eventually grew on you also. Despite his provocative behaviour and dirty humour implying he’s still very much immature for anything of the sort, you’ve started harbouring hope that one day, just maybe, he’ll give it a shot for you. Yes, as naive as it was, you couldn’t help but fall for the marvellous man sitting across from you.

You sighed at your inner turmoil and slightly irritably ran a hand through your hair. Satoru, of course, interpreted your reaction as you being annoyed at his borderline foul compliment and the thought elicited a deep, alluring chuckle from him. Slightly shaken from the beautiful sound, you plastered on a smile and looked at him, asking to begin your study session already since he was late again.

Two hours of studying later, you two were walking back to the student dorms on the other end of the campus site making small talk on your way.

“Argh! I hate this unit so much. Why do we have to memorise all the functional groups when it would be so much easier to just look them up in the data booklet during exams? It is so unnecessary!” you cried out, pouting while clenching your fists in exasperation. When Satoru didn’t respond, you relaxed your posture and turned to address him, only to blank out upon seeing the way he was staring at you.

He had a tender look on his face the likes of which you’ve never seen before. His lips formed into a small but genuine smile with his eyes relaxed as he just looked at you. You felt as though he was staring right into your soul. At this point, you both stopped walking instinctively and held your eyes locked wishing for the tender moment to last forever. Satoru was the first to speak up.

He called your name, not breaking eye contact. You just barely took notice of his voice, getting lost in his gorgeous blue eyes during your little moment just now. God, does your name sound good coming from his mouth. You barely had the common sense at this point to utter out a small “Hm?” and no notion whatsoever of what was yet to come.

“Would you like to go out with me sometime?”

You were baffled. The person you’ve been crushing on for months now just asked you out. You. Little old insignificant you. Too startled to form a coherent response, you replied with the only concern you had. “Me?”

After all, you were a nobody. You’ve seen the women who talk to him on a daily basis. The perfect height, athletic, well-adorned in all sorts of jewellery and fancy clothes, makeup perfectly done and never a single strand of hair out of place - those were the type of women surrounding Satoru Gojo. Compared to them, you were the lowest of the low. Your face contorted into one of confusion before your eyes started tearing up. This must be a joke...

That was only in the few seconds leading up to Satoru bursting out in a tear-inducing laugh. This did well to break you out of your small trance, sobering up a little before becoming even more confused. He asked you out, and now he’s laughing about it? Is this man in his right senses? You don’t recall him having any alcoholic beverages at the cafe so it can’t be. He stopped laughing soon after and used the tip of his right-hand sleeve to wipe away his tears.

“Of course it’s you, silly! It’s 10pm. We’re the only ones here right now!” he exclaimed, giggling a bit throughout forming his sentence still. This only served to confuse you even more. It must be a joke, then.

“You’re joking,” you voiced your thoughts. At this, his formerly happy expression fell and formed into one of concern.

“How could I be?” he asked. Seeming genuinely concerned as to why you’d think that. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed an unusual frown. “How could I ever joke about something like that? You have no clue what you mean to me, Y/N.” You could tell from his expression that he was being sincere, making you falter. Your face seemed to be enough of a response for him to continue speaking.

“You are honestly the best person I have ever met. You are strong and independent despite everything life has thrown at you. You are smarter than anyone I know. You have an amazing sense of humour and are a great listener. You’ve always been there for me when I needed you most. Along with being a good person, you also make me a better person myself. You fulfil me. Without you, I feel my very existence would be meaningless.” All the while saying this, he hasn’t broken eye contact once. “So I will ask you once again, Y/N, will you go out with me?

Following that evening, the two of you were in a happy relationship.

So how did it turn into this?

You first noticed something was wrong when you saw him dancing really close with a girl at a college party. He had his left hand low on her waist and his other hand entangled in her hair, bringing her closer so he could lean into her neck. It was just an embrace, right? Perhaps she was his friend who needed comfort of some sort? These are the excuses you made for yourself at the time to console the slight pang of concern and betrayal felt upon witnessing that scene. You never confronted him about that. At the time, you told yourself that was because there was no issue to address but reflecting on that moment now, you know it was the fear of your suspicion being proven right that discouraged you from bringing it up.

This happened about an additional five or six times before you started acting a bit more adverse to Satoru’s usual affection. You would no longer initiate kisses and would become stiff in his embrace. It was mortifying to know he was behaving so naturally around you when you know he’s off with other women when he thinks you aren’t looking. Despite this, the relationship was maintained as your love for him didn’t falter.

After a while, his endeavours would cause arguments. He would argue the women were coming onto him, that he was drunk or anything of the sort, just to get out of the situation, and you would argue he was fully aware of his promiscuous behaviour. These arguments would always end in forgiveness and the movie would rewind yet again. That is what led you where you are now. Your forgiving nature backfired and your feelings for the man were constantly extorted.

Sometimes, enough is enough.

It is time to put a stop to this neverending loop your relationship has turned into.

“Stop,” Satoru was still pleading for forgiveness when you interrupted him mid-sentence. Your simple exclamation seemingly pausing time, as it was the first word you have uttered in this conversation so far. Gojo looked at you anxiously, hope evident in his eyes that you would forgive him. Oh, how you loved those eyes of his, full of deceit.

“I’ve had enough. I’ve given you far too many chances and have been disappointed every time without fail. It is time for both of us to admit to ourselves that this won’t work. Not the way it is now.”

Despite your calm exterior, your previously empty inside now felt a sharp, anxious pain. No one said it was going to be easy. While the fear of change is strong, you know this is the right thing to do. Fear can bring no actual harm, but this relationship has and will continue to do so if you don’t put a stop to it. It is time.

“Goodbye, Satoru Gojo.”

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“How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoire by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng 1

Soooooo I decided to write this. much longer than the other things i posted, also very tonally different. I will definitely continue that other fic tho. I was just brainstorming and now this exists. Yeah.

without further ado

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

People Fucked Up and Now It’s All Marinette’s Mess to Clean Up I

This was not how Marinette planned for her night to go. Granted, she also could not envision it going literally any other way. The woes of making a deal with the hell-raiser himself, John Constantine, she supposes. She truly hoped Adrien was having a much better time than her with his cousin in London. After the circus that was the past three years, he deserved some reprieve, even if it was with his bratty doppelganger. Regardless, Marinette. Was. Not. Pleased. No matter how many times she thinks over her plan, recalculates every step and decision, she could not fathom this night ending well for her, or anyone really, but mostly her. And no amount of old Ladybug or Guardian luck could help her. Now, if one were to wonder what kind of tragedy had befallen Marinette on this disgraceful night, a brief history of the last three months could enlighten such a person. Or better yet, let’s start at the beginning. The Real Beginning.

So, things existed. Obviously. First there was nothing, and then, something. And as more things began to exist, as new schools of knowledge and concepts and ideas began to, well, exist, Kwamis formed as well. Each Kwami was the physical manifestation of these ideas or abstracts. Creation was the first, coupled with Destruction. And as more things began to exist, more things began needing to be protected. Thus, the Kwami of Protection. This went on. For a while. Soon thereafter there were Kwamis of all types. Jubilation, Time, Strength, etc, etc, and etc. Now these Kwamis did not linger in one spot. They roamed across the far stretches of existence and interacted with the life they found.

Some Kwamis decided to form a magical pact which intergalactic historians would later dub the Emotional Electromagnetic Spectrum. Sounds familiar? The Kwamis themselves were completely blissfully unaware of this title, lest they would have explained to these beings, Maltusians they were called, that they were not in fact, electromagnetic but more so a part of the Powers that Be. Kind of. But this side-story involves the formation of a few universally known Lantern Corps, and that is a barrel of monkeys our exasperated narrator does not want to touch with a ten-foot pole. Or ever.

Other Kwamis, who stuck close to what would become known as the Milky Way, were discovered by a mage who granted them the ability to interact with humans. This mage— and Marinette was silently cursing his descendants, herself included, for if it weren’t for this absolute mad lad, none of the subsequent events of this night would have transcribed—had bound the Kwamis to magical jewelry called Miraculouses. An interesting side effect of these Kwamis being bound to the miraculouses was that the wearer could call upon the powers of the Kwamis for their own usage. The mage feared what could become of the world if this kind of power became so easily accessible, so he created the Order of the Guardians. The Order was dedicated to training young mages to protect, wield and harvest the powers of the miraculouses. The Order swore to true neutrality; wishing not to impose their will on one side or the other, to maintain balance and to not upset the natural order of the world.

This went surprisingly well for a few millennia, that is, of course, if you ignore the sinking of Atlantis, the extinction of the dinosaurs, the Black Plague, the creation of the Lazarus Pits, Pompeii, to name a few completely egregious instances—not necessarily in order of course—and well, the point stands that it could have been astronomically worse. Until it was.

One young mage and Guardian in training had caused the downfall of almost the entire Order of the Guardians. All the centuries of history, teachings, artifacts and even the people at the head temple, were lost to the calamity. Dozens of Miraculous Boxes were lost, destroyed in the fray. The Kwamis themselves were relatively unaffected, being immortal and all, but the magical jewelry binding them to the earth were broken, thus those Kwamis were lost to mankind once again. Only one singular box, and the young mage himself, survived. The new Guardian of one miraculous box was left to scour the earth in solitude. Well, about as much solitude one could have with 17 pocket gods as company. The fact that the only box that survived was missing two more miraculouses caused the already stressed guardian to grey further. But that tidbit of information would be a problem for later. And for someone else entirely too. Oh joy.

But before that sequence of events, aptly named “Marinette’s Trial by Fire,” however, the young guardian had a couple more life mistakes to make before he reached his internal quota apparently. Rather than travel to another sector of the Order on the other side of the earth, this young mage stumbled upon another organization, one similar in architecture and hierarchy but a pendulum swing in the total moral opposite. Yes, that’s right, the guardian found himself upon the League of Shadows, led by Ra’s Al Ghul in his endeavor of global cleansing; by acts of ecoterrorism, but who sweats the small stuff, right? There, the young guardian, who adopted the name of Wang Fu, met his first love Ming Hong and they had a son. The son had a daughter he named Mei. Now Mei was only a few weeks younger than Ra’s Al Ghul’s grandson, Damian. Now with an appropriate heir, and someone to procreate with said heir, Ra’s Al Ghul gained a special interest in the small Fu family that originally flew under the radar of the League.

Now this is where things continue to go downhill, but not until much, much later in this story. Ra’s Al Ghul, despite his radical ambitions, was particularly good at playing the long game and understood when he couldn’t accomplish a task directly. This being said, he recognized that, due to prolonged exposure to the Lazarus Pits, his soul could not bear the strain of being a wielder of a miraculous and so he waited. Waited until a suitable heir was sired and could copulate with an heir to the guardian of the miraculous box, desiring to create a bloodline of genetically suitable successors and wielders who were loyal to him and his cause.

Ra’s ordered for the Fu family to have a place on his court and ordered for Mei Fu to be trained in mastering the secrets of the miraculous. And master she did. By age 6 she was fluent in the coded language of the magical text, or as fluent a 6 year old can be in any language, and she had mastered 7 out the 17 miraculouses. By age 10 she was as skilled as the grandson of the Demon Head in combat and could handle simultaneous wear of 3 miraculouses. Her training, however, had to be put on hold as somebody thought usurping the Demon Head was of the utmost importance that glorious Tuesday and staged a coup. She wished Deathstroke had lost more than an eye that day, but a girl can dream she supposes. Mei and her grandfather were separated from the rest of the League and journeyed west. Somehow they ended up in Paris, France. After one too many run ins with the authorities, Mei was removed from her grandfather, who was deemed too unfit to support her. It was a miracle he wasn’t deported.

Mei was put into protective custody where she resided until she was 13. Recently adopted, and thoroughly done with the plebeians of her daily encounters, Mei Fu became Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of the best bakers in Paris. All was well and good for the new Dupain-Cheng until the start of the new school year.

She met her grandfather again. And apparently he had a job for her and her soon to be new partner.

Hawkmoth, that bitch, had somehow acquired the two last surviving miraculouses and the only surviving grimoire and thought domestic terrorism was on the agenda for the next few years. Why? Because investing in a family therapist was too much of an inconvenience for local recluse, Gabriel McFucking Agreste, Marinette would shortly learn.

After dealing with all of that and juggling between her reignited guardian training, and ‘normal’ girl life—because her parents don’t know that she’s a magical girl in the making—, Marinette was ready to sleep for a thousand years. Or commit murder. Whichever gave her enough serotonin to complete her current passion project. But, alas, no rest for the totally-over-it or however that saying goes. Because after declaring Paris safe once again, sending off her brother-in-arms, Adrien Agreste, to family in London (marginally decent but anything beats the abusive prick of a sperm donor), in waltz one drunken John Constantine.

Ah yes. Him. That absolute bastard who doesn’t deserve nice things in life. That guy.

This unpleasantry approached Master Fu and Marinette, who has been regulated to errand-girl in lieu of training, with a job that he proclaimed that only one blessed with magic, and specifically NOT connected to the Justice League could accomplish. Apparently, a group called the Cult of the Kobra resided on Santa Prisca and was in possession of a dangerous magical artifact that had been the backbone of their organization for years. Constantine came to them asking them for assistance in retrieving it as the Justice League could not interfere in the Caribbean due to new UN legislation. It was a mission of utmost urgency for he feared the cult leader, Kobra himself, was planning on enacting a ritual that could bring calamity to Earth. Which is just what the doctor ordered. Not. In exchange, he agreed to add to her magical training as while master Fu was good, he was still young when he ran away from his problems the first time and thus was limited in his magical knowledge.

That was three months ago. Three months of planning, training, and convincing her parents that letting her go on an extended retreat for an undetermined amount of time with her mostly absent biological grandfather was totally reasonable for the seventeen year old to do. Like, come on. She’s almost old enough to drink, almost ready for university and has been praised for her independence and self-sufficiency for years. She’ll be fine is what she told her parents and she was almost able to convince herself of that too. She would be perfectly fine. Right?

Wrong.

Marinette was anything but fine. She was stressed, she was tired and she was abso-fucking-lutely pissed at anything that even breathed in her direction. Why? Well that brings us back to the beginning of the story when everything on this mission did not go according to plan. So here she was along what was once upon a time the eastern coastline of Santa Prisca. Oh and look. The Junior Justice League has arrived.

Purrrrfect.

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#maribat #marinette x damian #daminette #i was bored and left unattended #no salt in case you were wondering #yes i am looking at you antis who feel like stalking this tag #im not tagging characters cuz reasons #badass!marinette dupain cheng #idk what plot this is going to have or how heavy the romance is but this just exists so #i wrote this at 1 am #hdath #thats the fic tag im gonna use if i post more

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tell me all the ways (3 or 4?)

Part 2 is coming (it's Nat & Will talking it out), idk if it's going to include Will and Connor talking yet, tho. You know the drill, my brain does its thing, I just write as much as I can.

Connor looked at Ava and couldn’t bring himself to experience any regrets. He understood what Will meant when he said some relationships were just too complicated. He, too, had seen what ‘simple’ and ‘easy’ looked like. Sam and him, for example. They weren’t in love but, it was still one of his healthiest relationships to this date. And mostly, he had wondered a few nights ago as he fell asleep next to Will. He had remembered what it was like to be with someone who didn’t play games and simply cared. Without any walls nor any ulterior motive. And despite the day he had had, losing a patient and her baby, he had also experienced peace and comfort, knowing Will was right there and wasn’t judging him. Neither for what he had done nor for the way he had felt afterward.

“Of course you are going to take it,” Ava said.

She meant the Mayo Clinic offers.

“I don’t know about that,” Connor said sincerely.

And she clearly did not expect that particular answer.

“Wha - You can’t be serious?”

Connor merely shrugged. He knew what she thought. He could tell she was annoyed and perhaps, a little hopeful. He could never be sure with her and that was exactly why he had no regrets regarding the new direction he was taking:

“It has been brought to my attention I may have something good going on here in Chicago,” he said.

Ava opened her mouth, her expression calculating, but she was interrupted by someone coming through the door behind them:

“Hey,” Will said. “Sorry, I’m late.”

He almost looked like he had been running and knowing him, Connor guessed Will had most certainly changed and gone through the hospital in a hurry when he had realized he would be waiting outside.

“Doctor Bekker,” Will added.

“Doctor Halstead,” she answered.

However, Ava looked unsure as her gaze traveled from Connor to Will and back. And Connor could only imagine why. Perhaps he should have been more direct when he made his previous statement.

“Is this okay or should I change?” Will asked, unaware of the other twos’ drama.

“It’s fine, Will,” Connor said, visibly amused.

The other man was wearing dark pants and a green shirt underneath his winter coat, which he hadn’t bother to close before heading out.

“Yeah well sorry for not being sure you and I have the same idea of grabbing a bite,” Will shot back.

However, there was no bite to his words and he was smiling. Hell, Connor would have gone as far as to say he looked happy.

“We could always get straight to dessert if -” Connor joked.

“Hell no,” Will protested. “I’m making you work for this.”

“Oh, of that, I have no doubts.”

“Shut up.”

“You first.”

“This is a terrible idea,” Will said.

Also, it was very clear to everyone listening his exasperation was fake.

“Considering it is your idea, I thought it was implicit,” Connor answered.

“Gentlemen,” Ava interrupted as Will was about to answer. They both turned towards her: “I wish you both a good evening. Congratulations again, Doctor Rhodes. For everything.”

Connor could tell she was disappointed. By how the surgery had gone. By her own work. By Connor, for refusing an offer at such a prestigious establishment as the Mayo Clinic. And, probably, because she thought this game between them would have another outcome.

“Thank you, Ava,” he concluded as his car was brought on.

“Have a good evening,” Will pipped in as innocent as ever.

She held her hand up as a wordless goodbye, a weak smile stretching her lips, as both men got into the Porsche. And Connor really hope they could somehow find a way to be friends.

#rhodestead #connor rhodes #will halstead #ava bekker #chicago med #one chicago #cmed #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #3x20 #ava and connor talk at the end of the episode

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Final review: Once Upon a Broken Heart

This is it. My final OUABH review (that I also posted on Goodreads). I finally gathered my thoughts and could write a more or less decent review. I came to some realizations while writing it (like I truly don't like Eva, despite previously saying I did enjoy her), and it ended being a more negative review than I expected, but oh well. These are my honest toughts. I still love the Caraval universe, tho. And I still love Jacks with all my heart.

Spoilers ahead, beware.

My rating: ★★☆☆☆

I really wanted to love this book. The Caraval trilogy are three of my favorite YA fantasy books. I totally love them. Jacks is my favorite character not only from the Caraval universe, but in general. So, when Garber announced the release of Once Upon a Broke Heart and said we were gonna see and learn more about Jacks, I was thrilled. I really was so excited because the ending of Finale didn't do it for me (I didn't like Dante as the final choice, and not because Jacks is my fave, but because Dante's character was a bit of a mess, in a technical sense). I couldn't wait for this book to be released, and when I finally got my hands on it, I pulled an all-nighter to read it. That's how much I wanted to love it. But that didn't happen. This book was such a dissapointment for me. And I'll use this little space to rant about it. 1. Evangeline Fox. Let's talk about our new MC. I'll be honest, I didn't like her. One of the things I enjoyed about the Caraval trilogy is that, even if the books utilized many YA tropes and clichés, they felt refreshing (at least to me, of course). It's not the case with OUABH. It didn't feel special, I felt like a YA fantasy book of the bunch, you know? And it partly was because of Evangeline. She's your typical "normal" girl. A good girl. But what she doesn't know is that she's some sort of chosen one, the only person who can open a magical vault. There even is a prophecy about her! And while she's your typical "normal" girl, she's not completely like the rest, you know? She's different. She's special. Why? Because the author said so, it's not like you actually see her doing anything out of this world. In fact, she never does anything. You see, things just happen to her because she's just that special. She doesn't have the need to go outside and look for adventure, because adventure will find her. She gets noticed by the Empress, and she's sent to another country as an ambassador (despite being a common girl with no experience whatsoever in politics and/or foreing affairs? But the plot needed her to go to this new country, I suppose), a prince falls for her, a Fate befriends her, she's the talk of the town, and why? I don't know, because the plot needed for those things to happen, not because Evangeline did anything to earn it. She's the plot's punching bag. Things keep happening to her all the time for no reason other than because they need to happen. Personality wise Evangeline isn't that likeable either. Garber tried to portray her as this sweet good girl that's too good for this world, that always sees the best in people and gives everyone the benefit of the doubt, that tries to help everyone, even her enemies, because she's just that good; it ends up becoming exasperating. You stop perceiving her as a good girl and instead you start seeing her as a dumbass. People lie to her all the time and she's too dumb to notice it. She gets tricked and manipulated and after all that she still decides to trust that very people that lied to her face. There's a fine line between innocence and stupidty. Evangeline is not innocent, she's straight up stupid. She sometimes feel like a diet Mary Sue. 2. Jacks & the romance. I decided to talk about these two things in the same point because my problem with Jacks ends up greatly influencing my problem with the romance. So, Jacks. Our self-centered Fate. Our little yandere. If you pick up this book expecting to find the Jacks from Legendary and Finale, well, prepare for a big dissapointment. That Jacks is GONE. I've seen some people call this book a "fanfic" for Caraval's fans, especially for Jacks' fans, but it's not. I do not know who this book is for, but it's not for Jacks' fans, because Jacks is so out of character that Garber could had given him a complete new name and I wouldn't have guessed he was supposed to be Jacks. In Legendary and Finale Jacks was portrayed as this sinister trickster, he was mean , he saw humans as lesser creatures, as toys. And it was understandable because he was a Fate, a nonhuman magical creature that had lived for

thousands upon thousands of years. He didn't have a human's set of morals and values because he simply was not human. None of the Fates were. And that was really interesting. I enjoy when authors portray nonhuman creatures as, well, nonhuman. Be it vampires, fairies, demons, angels, you name it. It's more believable when their morals are kind of twisted, it makes them feel as more out of this world. More alien. And that's the point. That's why Jacks became my favorite character when he first appeared in Legendary. But all of that gets thrown out of the windown in OUABH. In OUABH Jacks is suddenly so composed, so level headed. He's less sinister, way more less sinister, less manipulative, less mean, less magical, less Fate. I suppose that, because he was going to be our main love interest, Garber toned him down to make his relationship with Eva feel less toxic? If you are expecting to find the shitshow that was the whole jackstella relationship, that's not going to happen. Jacks is now your typical YA love interest, you know, à la Jace Morgenstern. He is now human . I mean, not in the literal sense of the word, it's just that he doesn't feel like a Fate anymore. No Fate feels like a Fate anymore. Garber "humanized" them way too much for my liking. Lala? Completely hated her. Bring me back the Fates from Legendary and Finale please! I've noticed that this is a pattern with Garber. When she tries to make a character more sympathetic she ends up completely destroying them. It happened to Julian, to Dante and now it's happening to Jacks. She's good at creating compelling morally gray characters, but when it's time for them to have a relationship they have to either be good or bad, what's that morally gray nonsense? And since the main love interest can't be bad, they have to be good, even if that doesn't make sense with their previous established characterization. And this really hurts me because I love the Jacks from Legendary and Finale. I'm into morally gray and villanous characters, what can I say? And this is the reason why I couldn't enjoy the romance, because everytime Jacks and Eva had a moment together I was thinking "this is so out of character for Jacks". Jacks had a very warped way of demostrating his love, of showing that he cared for the object of his affection, a selfish twisted way of loving in general. He would lie, manipulate and force himself on the girl he liked, but now you want me to believe that he can restrain himself? That he can be sweet? That he can be respectful? Jacks? The same Jacks who lied to a girl to get her to marry him without her knowledge? The same Jacks that used his magic to force a girl to be with him? The same possessive Jacks that would do all sorts of shady stuff in the name of love? Hahaha that's funny. So all these "sweet" moments between the main couple just made me roll my eyes, honestly. I couldn't see past the mischaracterization. Also Eva is so painfully boring, the romance just didn't get me excited. And another thing about the romance: what's with Jacks' heart beating again? The love between Eva and Jacks is moving too fast it feels like an instalove. These two just met and Jacks is already in love with here? In love enough for his heart to start beating again? Really? Not even three months have passed since the events of Finale, but Jacks is already in love again? Wasn't it supposed to be kind of hard for Fates to fall in love? Wasn't it especifically hard for Jacks to fall in love because he first needed to find his one true love? Ah, this one true love thingy confuses me too. We get confirmation that yes, Tella is Jacks' one true love, and his heart would only beat for his one true love, right? But Eva is making his heart beat too? For a Fate that supposedly had a hard time finding the love of his life, he's finding them quite easily here... He's got two already! It's just nonsense. Garber is ignoring her own world building. 3. Vampires. My opinion on this could be very well summirised to: WTF? What the f***k are vampires doing in this book? It was so strange.

It really threw me off. Remember that the Caraval universe was about witches, warlocks, magicians, Gods (the Fates), circuses, your typical fantasy stuff, but suddenly we have elements of paranormal? And not done very well, if you ask me. It feels like the author forced them into the story because she likes vampires, or because she needed some reason for Eva's ex boyfriend to be around and thought "well, vampires sound kinda cool, let's go with that". And was ever mentioned in Finale that Chaos was a vampire? Because I don't remember anything hinting to that. But should I be surprised? Is Garber we're talking about and she has said she makes a lot of decisions on the go. That's how we ended up with Dante as Legend when in Caraval it was heavily hinted that Julian was Legend. The book really took a weird turn when vampires appeared and it didn't recover from it. I guess if someone reads it without having read the previous books probably they won't find it that weird? But to me it didn't make sense. 4. Magic. Magic was the most important element in the Caraval trilogy, but in OUABH it doesn't hold much weight. Yes, some characters use magic here and there, but it's not a central theme. I came from the Caraval trilogy craving more magic and, well, let's say I was let down. It's specially dissapointing because you have a book starring Fates, and yet there's not much magic in it? F***k magic, instead we got vampires! Lol. Final comments: This book was a hot mess and not a good one. When we were told that Once Upon a Broken Heart was going to be about Jacks, I was expecting a book much more grandiose than the Caraval trilogy, because this time a Fate was going to be the protagonist. And the Fates in Legendary and Finale were really interesting, I would say they were the best part of those books. But no, we instead got a book about little miss Eva. Also, while the Caraval trilogy were romance books, they felt like they had a plot besides the romance. Caraval was about Scarlett navigating Caraval to find Tella; yes, Scarlett had the hots for Julian, but that wasn't her main motivation, she wasn't there to lust after him, she was there to save her sister. In Legendary Tella wants to win Caraval to find out Legend's real identity, because she believes that's the only way she can save her mother; yes, we have romance there too, but we also have a solid plot and Tella doesn't deviate from it. Finale was a bit of a mess, but nothing compared to OUABH. OUABH on the other hand... What is Eva's motivation? Why is she doing what she's doing? The truth is, she doesn't have reasons. At the beginning it made sense for her to go looking for Jacks, but after that it just feels like the plot is moving her around like a rag doll. The whole time she's more worried about Jacks and guys in general than anything else, and that's because she has no real reasons to be where she is. I don't feel like there are big stakes for her. So what if she marries a prince? So what if she opens or not the vault? What difference does it make to her? How does it affect her? In no way, that's the answer. She does thing because the plot needs her to do things to move forward, not because she has any real reasons to do those things. Anyway. I'm really dissapointed at this book. Will I read the sequel? Yes. I'll give Garber a chance to shut my mouth. (I also have the feeling that OUABH was more of a filler book? Like the type of book which only purpose is to establish some things before the really juicy happens? Idk if I make sense, but yeah).

#caraval #books #donatella dragna #fantasy #finale #jacks #legendary #stephanie garber #fantasy books #ya books #once upon a broken heart #evajacks #evangeline fox #ouabh #scarlett dragna #book review

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androidemotions · 4 years

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OK NEURODIVERGENT GAANG TIME BC I WANNA

these hcs are kinda halfway set in a modern au bc thats my context for this ! (gonna split it up so its not as long bc i drafted the original and it was LONG) water tribe siblings first !!!

Sokka

adhd/autism king 😌

[ID: a screenshot of Sokka standing on a raised stone platform with a map of the Fire nation hanging behind him. He’s holding his arms stiffly by his side with a wide-eyed look on his face, brows raised as he has his mouth open, saying something. End ID.]

- schedules to survive, he likes to know what hes getting into and if you try to change plans on him without warning he’ll be very resistant

- smart kid who doesnt study, oh he tries, oh boy does he try, he ends up reading the same sentence over and over until he gets distracted by drawing something, working on the blueprint for his latest invention, or with researching something completely unrelated to what he’s mean to be studying. then he tosses and turns all night because he’s stressed by not having studied, but when he actually takes the test he makes a 105, despite there not even being a bonus question, he just answered the essay question so well the teacher gave him an extra 5 points

- special interests?? we got em!!! classic weaponry (think swords, boomerangs, but also, like canons and catapults and shit) engineering/physics, art/drawing, strategy games. he tends to hyperfocus within his special interests, so like for a week he was hellbent on building his own full sized trebuchet, much to the dismay of Gran Gran who just wanted to grow her tomatoes without them being crushed by said full size trebuchet

- (also he plays all types of games probably, but he def plays those ones where you take over the world, like the ones online and azula also plays them too and they end up being rivals, while not actually knowing who the other is outside of their usernames)

- he also talks a lot in his classes/is like the ‘class clown’ and ppl think this is him not focusing but engaging this way actually helps him focus way more than sitting silently, a lot of teachers dont understand it but the ones who do are actually paying attention and realize that he’s generally talking/joking about their current topic

- some observations (this shit is all canon babey!!!) - sokka is great at being a leader and communicating in groups he’s in but he really really struggles in front of crowds, one-on-one and sokka can talk well, joke and stuff but as soon as he’s separate from other people and everyone is just listening he clams up (solar eclipse pt 1). he also loves to joke and make people laugh, and a lot of the time he misinterprets stuff because he’s autistic but he also will realize this and do it anyway because he thinks it’s funny and he likes laughing with his friends (idk if this happens in canon but i do this and sokka does too bc i said so :^). He also takes up the protector/comforting role but despite his best intentions he can sometimes say insensitive stuff and not even realize what he’s done to upset people (when he happily told aang ‘the whole world thinks your dead!’) works best when he feels needed, if he feels unnecessary or like something doesnt matter he struggles to complete it (i feel like the beginning of sokka’s master rlly demonstrates what i mean here), and this goes both ways, he will put too much value into certain things that he cares about and can get his priorities mixed if he’s focused too much on what he believes matters more than what might be most pressing (zuko destroyed his suki sculpture, oh right bc he was attacking aang)

Katara

she also has adhd/autism, (so do both Hakoda and Kya 💙)

[ID: a screenshot of Katara, Hakoda, Sokka, and Bato. Hakoda has his hand on Katara’s shoulder as they both look at Bato who is saying something, she has curious look on her face with her brows raised, while Hakoda looks exasperated. Sokka beside him his also looking curiously up at Bato, with one brow raised and the other furrowed. Bato has a neutral expression on his face as he speaks. End ID.]

- palms sweaty thoughts spaghetti, she tries to be practical bc she thinks someone needs to be but really her brain is like a runaway train, she sees something that needs doing and is like, guess ill do that now! and drops whatever she was doing first. she can get very anxious because of this because all the thing that need doing start to pile up because theyre all in her brain at once. that and as much as she tries to be practical she’s very impulsive, getting help from other people really helps alleviate this stuff

- interacting w ppl, when she was only part of her own smaller community she had a lot less toll on her, bc she knew everyone and was used to them, as she meets more people she gets really frustrated with how many people seem to refuse to say what they really mean. Katara is very straightforward herself and she says what she means, so even tho she gets more and more perceptive when interacting with new people, she resents how much she has to work just to decipher what people really mean half the time.

- caring for ppl, with people she cares about communicating is much easier bc she knows them, so she’s very open about her feelings around these people, and she can be hyper empathetic at times, but then sometimes she will say SUPER insensitive stuff off the cuff because she’s just very impulsive and she might regret it after the fact but she really struggles with apologizing because being wrong makes her feel like ppl are going to reject her

- perceptions, she knows what’s expected of her by the world, but she really rejects the idea that she has to stay in her role. still, she has internalized a lot of these expectations and tries to perform them, even when she sometimes struggles. beyond herself, she’s very certain about what she knows is wrong and has a strong moral code, she sees something wrong and she wants to fix it.

- she’s awful in school, not because she’s not smart, but she’s smart in ways that society does not appreciate. she doesnt care at all about all the worksheets and math she’s never gonna use, and all the history that got distorted, she’s much better at learning stuff on her own and she will go on deep dives of subjects she cares about and is super knowledgeable abt them.

also:

[ID: A cropped screenshot of Sokka with his arms extended outwards, palms flat as he gestures. He has a slight grin on his face with his mouth open to speak, eyebrows raised and looking at the viewer calmly. He’s wearing his usual blue tunic with the Earth Rumble XI belt along with his earth kingdom bag hanging across his chest. The text on the image says, “This post made by ADHD Sokka gang. End ID.]

[ID: a cropped screenshot of Hakoda, he has a serious expression on his face as he looks ahead. The text on the post reads, “This post made by ADHD Hakoda gang.” End ID.]

from this post (part of what inspired me to write these out) @meteor-sword now just katara needs one 😄

adhd aang next, i will finally live up to my url (will edit with a link when i post)

#a:tla #atla #katara #sokka #avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #hakoda #adhd headcanon #autistic headcanon #water siblings #image described

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Potential Breakup Fic

Yes, this is inspired by the re-release of the classic “Potential Breakup Song” by legends Aly & AJ. Check out the rest of my Masterlist HERE. Enjoy!

Word count: 2223

CW: Niggas aint shit. Kiana sat on her couch and tried not to cry into her glass of merlot. She took off her heels and got up to unzip her dress and take off her bra since she knew she wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight. She checked her phone again and was met with an empty screen. No notifications, no missed calls. She threw her phone down in anger, and was thankful when she noticed the screen didn’t crack.

“I can't believe this nigga.”

She looked at the clock and shook her head. It was 12:07am, and her 25th birthday was officially over without so much as a word from her boyfriend. Just last night he had told her to be ready by 7, and she hadn't heard from him since.

They had been together, on and off, for three years. They met their junior year at Howard, but didn’t hit it off right away. He was too slick for her liking, but over time he eventually weaseled his way into her heart. His smile lit up the whole room and his big brown eyes could seduce anyone just like that. And he did, constantly. T’Challa was a huge flirt, and it was cute when they were still single and just getting to know each other, but even now T’Challa turns his charm on for every pretty face he sees. Kiana had brought it up to him many times, letting him know how disrespected she felt. He would always say the same thing.

“But entle, I’m just being nice. You know I only have eyes for you.”

She did know that once, but that ended about a year and a half ago when she was casually scrolling through twitter on his phone and caught him cheating.

“T’Challa!”

“Yes, my love?”

“What the fuck is this?!”

“Why are you on my phone?!”

“Don't fucking raise your voice at me, I’m not in the wrong here. I saw a funny tweet and started scrolling when YOU got a text from some bitch named Jasmine talking bout ‘I miss you daddy’ and sending you pictures of her pussy. Care to explain?”

He reached for the phone and she pulled it away from him.

“Nah-uh, talk.”

He sighed in exasperation.

“If you give me the phone I can explain, sithan-”

“Don’t you fucking ‘sweetheart’ me, answer the goddamn question. How long, T’Challa?!”

“Just once. Eh, one and a half maybe-”

He was interrupted by a throw pillow to the head.

“How the fuck do you halfway cheat nigga?!”

“She just gave me head the first ti-”

“That’s still cheating!”

“Will you lower your voice? You have neighbors.”

“Fuck! Them! Did you even use a condom?”

“Yes, Kiana I’m not-”

“Stupid? You’re not stupid?” Kiana laughed. “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“My love, I-”

“Oh now I’m your love? Where the fuck was that energy when you were balls deep in this other bitch?!”

T’Challa stood there dumbstruck. He had never seen Kiana get this angry and didn’t know what to say. He knew he was wrong when he did it, but seeing the tears streaming down her face made him truly regret what he’d done. She had been so busy with school and work that she barely had time for him anymore. He had needs and just so happened to stumble upon someone more than willing to fulfil them.

He cursed himself for not locking his phone or at the very least, turning it over.

“How many, T’Challa...” Kiana sniffled.

“I told you, it was only twice-”

“How many women?!”

He froze, not knowing if he should mention Lisa since that was so much earlier in their relationship.

“Oh my god...oh my god...oh my- are you fucking serious?! I-I have to...I have to go get tested, I-”

“Kia-”

“What?!”

She looked at him with such fierceness that he shrunk under her gaze.

“I-I am sorry, I didn’t do it to hurt you, I was-”

He was stopped by a heavy-handed slap across his cheek that nearly knocked him over.

“Get the fuck out.” She said, barely above a whisper.

Six months later they ran into each other in the grocery store and decided to catch up over a cup of coffee. Kiana had healed and moved on, but T’Challa was still stuck on her. They had spent almost two good years together before he ruined what they had, and he just couldn’t let it go. He loved her, and he was determined to make it work this time.

Or so he really, truly thought before he met Marci...and Tanisha...

T’Challa knew he wasn’t a one-woman man, but he just couldn’t let Kiana go. His dalliances were never serious, just enough to scratch his constant itching. Sometimes they were a one-time thing, but others stuck around if they were good enough and knew how to be discreet. No matter what though, he always came back home to Kiana because despite his trash behavior, he really did love her in his own toxic way.

However, he didn’t love her enough to double check his calendar before leaving work on her birthday, or any day leading up to it. He had forgotten what day it was, and when he told Kiana to be ready at 7 he just meant for a regular date night.

It had been a long day at the Wakandan Embassy and Kiana’s Prince Charming needed a drink more than anything. He stopped at the first bar he came across that looked halfway decent. T’Challa walked up to the bar and caught the eye of the beautiful barkeep.

“Hiya, what can I do for you?”

T’Challa smiled his panty-dropping smile and she smiled back, revealing her perfect, white teeth. There was nothing he loved more than a pretty smile.

“Well, miss…”

“Tanisha,” she responded while using both arms to mix a shaker full of liquid courage and ice. His eyes avoided her chest, slyly watching in the periphery only.

“Well, Miss Tanisha, I had a horrible day at work and I am in need of a whiskey on the rocks. Preferably Jack, but truly anything will do.”

“We all have those days honey. Here’s a double on the house,” she said as she slid the drink to him across the bar top with a wink.

T’Challa licked his lips and lifted his glass to her before taking a sip of the warm amber liquid. He let out a sigh and his day seemed to melt away.

Tanisha kept coming back to check on him and they would chat when the crowd died down. T’Challa was on his third double when she came over with a plate of wings.

“You’re an angel.” He dug into the wings and made a complete mess on his shirt, so he went to the bathroom to try to wash the stain out. On his way back to the bar he noticed a very tall and sweaty man leaning over the bar trying to talk to Tanisha. From what he could see, she wasn’t feeling the conversation, but he kept approaching her anyway. When T’Challa returned to his seat she immediately gravitated towards him. This angered Mr. Tall and Sweaty, who drunkenly attempted to punch T’Challa in the face. T’Challa dodged the lazy punch and knocked him out cold with one hit. Security saw the whole thing go down, and removed Tall and Sweaty from the building once he came to.

“What you got planned for the night, handsome?”

“Nothing at all, why do you ask?”

“I get off at 9, wanna hang out?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good, now here’s a water.”

“Thank you, angel.”

By 10pm he was already halfway inside her, and when his phone started vibrating he was too wrapped up in her to think anything of it. Without looking he quieted the annoying sound and turned the phone off so he could focus on the task at hand.

Two and a half hours later, T’Challa was creeping out of Tanisha’s bed right as Kiana was sliding into hers. She had washed off all her makeup, but she didn’t have the emotional energy to tie up her hair. Normally she would wear one of T’Challa’s t-shirts, but she was too angry with him so she slept in a cute nighty she never wore. She admired herself in the mirror for half a second before bursting into tears and pulling the covers up to her head. She tried to stop crying, but the tears kept coming and she eventually gave herself a headache. How could he miss her birthday?

Kiana got up and threw on her plush maroon robe before she padded to the bathroom to grab some Advil. On the way she noticed her phone getting multiple notifications, the first of which was from her best friend Bebe.

“Have u seen this?! Sis, I’m so sorry. When we slashing his tires? Just 3 tho, this nigga needs to pay $$$.”

“What the fuck is she talking about?”

Kiana clicked the link and saw that it was Bebe’s cousin Darrell’s Instagram Story. Apparently there was a fight at the bar where he was celebrating a coworker’s promotion and he had filmed it for all of Instagram to see. Kayla stared at her phone in shock. There was her aint-shit boyfriend at a goddamn bar on her fucking birthday. She watched him punch a guy in the face on her birthday. At a bar. Without her.

She thought the kicker came when she saw him turn around and flirt with the bartender, but the story after that just about killed her. There he was, leading her out the back door with his hand too far down on her lower back to be simply platonic. Even the caption read “Ooooh someone’s about to get some ‘thank you’ pussy. That damsel in distress pussy hit different!”

Kiana saw red and almost cracked her phone for a second time tonight.

She grabbed the remaining merlot and downed it before throwing the bottle at the picture of them on the fridge. She watched the glass shatter and cut their faces while the trace bit of deep red wine seeped down the picture like blood. She wanted to trash the whole place, but remembered she would have to clean it later. Kiana started to hyperventilate and felt like she needed to get some air when she heard the lock turn.

“Kiki, what are you doin- are you ok? What happened here?”

Kiana ignored him as she walked towards where she threw her phone, silently pulling up the story and handing it to him. She watched his face go from confused, to shocked, to fearful. No regret, though.

“Ki-”

“Give me your key.”

“Kiana, please let me-”

“The key. Now,” she said with her voice completely devoid of any emotion.

T’Challa assumed she would be angry and yell or throw things, but this quiet storm terrified him. To him, it felt like she didn’t even care anymore. He was right.

He slowly reached his hand out and she snatched the key ring, removing hers and tossing the rest back to him.

“I’ll have your stuff packed by the morning. It’ll be outside my door by 8am. If it’s still there when I get back from work it’s going in the trash.”

T’Challa couldn’t bear the coldness in her voice. Tears rolled down his face and his knees buckled.

“Kiana, please. I can explain, I didn-”

“I don't give a fuck what you did or didnt do. You know why?”

“W-why?”

“Because it was my birthday, T’Challa. MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY and YOU forgot it. Not only did you forget it, my gift was you fucking some other bitch and leaving me lonely yet again. So no, I don't care if you fucked her or not even though I know your sorry ass did. I know she’s probably not the only one because I saw how easily you slid on in there in that video. You were way too comfortable, so I don't even want to ask you how many because it doesnt fucking matter anymore. Now you can stick your dick in every fine ass Black girl you see without remorse, oh wait...you were already doing that. So fuck you, get out my apartment before I call my brothers.”

“Kiana…”

“5, 4, 3,...” Kiana counted as she dialed her eldest brother Trey’s number, ignoring T'Challa's pathetic excuses. “2, 1… Hey Trey, I’m sorry did I wake you up?...Yeah I have a situat- oh look at that, his bitch ass is leaving-”

“I am sorry, Kiana,” T’Challa said one last time before she slammed the door in his face. He could hear her on the other side of the door explaining the situation to her brother, and when she started to cry it finally hit him. Her wails broke his spirit and more tears fell from his eyes.

He knew Trey would be over soon to comfort his baby sister and he needed to get the hell out of dodge, so T’Challa left Kiana’s apartment and never came back. Not even for his things, which turned out to be the best thing for Kiana because she and her girls got to burn it all up in Trey’s backyard fire pit and finally release that toxic man from her life.

#cecewritessometimes #black panther fic #tchalla fic #tchalla x oc #angst #niggas aint shit #aly & aj #potential breakup song

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 3 years

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gallifrey pacific rim au? 👀👀

thank you i love you this is probably gonna be way longer than 5 hcs because i have so many thoughts about it

ok so actually i have this note in my phone that's like "gally pacrim au variations" because i've come up with a ton of different versions of this but for almost all of them, the basic framework is that Leela and Andred were copilots, Andred died, and Leela ends up kinda just haunting the shatterdome for a good while until things start like... happening lol

there's this one Gally pacrim au on AO3 where the author has Leela and Romana as drift partners, which is a really good concept (and even tho the fic seems abandoned it's really really good) but also... honestly idk if they would actually be drift compatible? just because like, they've got probably the most tense and fraught relationship in the canon series and i just dunno how they would do with that level of intimacy and openness

so it's either gonna be:

L/N, which would be hysterical bc they hate each other at first despite being compatible (Narvin has never had problems with honesty, even to Leela -- it's core to his personality tbh) and that would also open up the opportunity to stick Braxmana in a jaeger together (also hilarious bc Brax is a heckin simp, you cannot tell me he doesn't do the exact heart eyes at Romana that Raleigh does at Mako)

(watch me being way too deep in a secondhand fandom)

or i can go ahead and be very self-idulgent and admit that my favorite pairings for this au are Leela and Brax, and Narvin and Romana

so like, i actually wrote out a draft that's basically the pacrim au version of that scene from Weapon of Choice (no i will never shut up about it i'm sorry), at this point in the main variation of my mental au, Romana is in charge of the shatterdome and that gives basically the same general power dynamic as in early Gallifrey. but anyway you know i'm obsessed with Leela and Brax's dynamic and i definitely think they would be drift compatible bc they're very *themselves* with each other already, moreso than with most people

the TW version is essentially that things are Very Desperate, Brax and Ace are gone (idk what their jaeger's name would be but the kaiju that took them down would probs be called Obscura because i can't pass up that opportunity), Leela is missing -- so basically how it happens in canon but in a different setting -- and Narvin and Romana finally take up the mantle and become copilots. i haven't fleshed this out as much as i could have but basically i'm just thinking... in canon TW audios they're so close and open with each other and they would be SO drift compatible tbh. also the imagery i always use for them in fics is all that ocean/sea ice meta so it doubly works lol

i'm keeping the idea to write an actual fic about this stored away in the back of my head, the only reason i haven't done it yet is bc everything i know about PR is secondhand but... it's gonna happen someday

BONUS: i have a bennybrax version where it's Brax post-Soldier Obscura who's just lost his copilot Ace and Dellah!Benny with less trauma than you'd expect and her inner monologue is basically a fairly exasperated "of freaking course i'm drift compatible with my very aggravating and possibly somewhat sinister best friend. of course" and thinking about that one makes me laugh (i also have a Legion-era version OOPS this au setting took over my brain)

#ask meme #Lu writes #Lu rambles #pacrim au #gallifey ot4 #bennybrax

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Dear Miss Kina, it's me again! First of all, congratulations on finishing your final fanfic on this blog! It was immensely what i've been waiting and hoped for. You definitely played with my heart till the very end! It's kind of like - with every fic you've released till now from Seokjin fics to Jungkook fics - every one of them are all so perfectly crafted, every member gets so written well that sometimes time flies so fast when im reading it!

I waited, and read The End for like two hours? And it was really worth it (im wriitng this at like 3am too) like damn i was pausing every second because I was just trying to decipher whatever was happening in each scene, it was all a lot to take in because with each scenario created with the boys, it almost felt like six whole fics crammed into one! The scrollbar was really small n wasn't moving at ALL when i was reading the first few parts and i was like, "wait this feels more like a 60k than a 31k ㅠㅠ" ??? Like how??? But i was smiling as i was reading through the whole thing, to find out it was a Jin centered fic -- and honestly all of your Jin fics are godtier -- i was like "YES YES YES OMG YES I THINK I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING" n it was real fun to guess which member went next and how the scenario would turn out.

N i really loved how smooth u incorporated both oc and Jin during each scenario, their bickering was so fun and their moments made me go "AWW WTF I WISH I WAS OC ATM" AND OMFG especially that parf where ic asks jin if he ever knew her before everything happened n the whole "like you love me" scene went down -- my mouth was WIDE open i was tearing up and i screamed so loud lmaooo omg ur like the only writer to actually make me react so violently about that ○_○ n when the scene wherein oc wakes up and doesnt see jin and rushes out, the way you wrote it, you sense the urgency and the dishevelled/rampant thoughts of hers when she sees seokjin on the floor bleeding like that and all the way to the hospital scene where she cant even talk despite feeling so sick DAMN i cant even stop staring at the screen even tho my head hurts from being awake all night (but honestly ur worth it)

Like if i had to rank the individual realities where reader ended up with, i think the one i got sadder for was the Taehyung reality -- the oc in that universe couldn't even have time for herself n gradually drowned in becoming a mother and a wife n all i could think of was "tae u should at least treat your wife >:((" n with Yoongi's i was like "whut's happening," and instead of being hurt about it i for no reason started to discuss my thoughts onto thin air "i dont want a partner like yoongi, they dont have time for e/o n thats kinda sad" n thats where i really started to guess maybe every scenario has a major downside but i had to figure it out. N then with Hoseok n Joon's i felt my heart crack a lil bit bc the oc's insecurities in that part (she felt world's apart to hobi n then inferior to joon) i was like...this is me n I DIDNT WANNA FEEL THAT WAY IN A RELATIONSHIP so then again i started to talk to myself looool. Then we have Jimin's that got me like damn :(( thats kind of harsh -- being in a reality with oc in the picture removes the fact that jimin had a stable life. And i guess with every scene you made with all members (did that intend to give me life lessons or sum uhh)

And last but not least, Jungkook's! Not gonna lie, i also thought he was gonna cheat on oc bc she mentioned she was a racer, thats the reason he was late to her bday dinner, but then the dots started to connect when she mentioned why jin looked solemn in the hospital (re: everything that i mentioned a paragraph or two before)

I do know this was loosely based on TATBILB, but as i was reading through it i found so many similarities to it. Like the BTS UNIVERSE incorporated in where Jin goes back in the last to try and desperately change the future where he is not there in order to stop people from getting hurt. And also Orange (one of my fav mangas) where Naho received letters (along with her friends) from her alternate self to save Kakeru from committing suicide, and it had the happy ending too wherein she stopped him from getting right in front the truck (tho there were mistakes that she didnt do correctly)

And that's all 😭🤧 im sorry if this ask was really long. But i wanted to say thank you for creating all of these wonderful stories! They made my day n i could still rmember finding out about you as a baby army myself so i could say you were part of my journey as a new army msksksksk. It was such a great fun time to be waiting for new fics to drop, new chapters released and announcements and funny asks to scroll through on my tl! I do hope you do well in whatever you embark on from now on and hey you'll finally get to publish a book! And i'll most likely read that too ^^ happy 5 years to the blog^^ thank you user Jimlingss, thank you Kina!

omg thank you for this amount of feedback and your extensive praise, I feel undeserving of it hahaha anyway, thank you for taking your time to enjoy the end. honestly, I was aiming for it to be a 50k fic to just really indulge you all as my last story. But as I was writing it, it turned out muuuch shorter to my exasperation. but it still stands as my longest oneshot and I think it ended up pretty great in spite of being so much lower than my intial word count goal. that being said, I'm glad it felt long to you!!

Also thank you for giving me a run down on your thoughts on the other timelines LOL it was really fun for me to think about it as well and consider what OC and Jin would've chosen had they chosen. While each had their downsides, some of them they liked more than others. since you indulged me so much with such a long message, I'll indulge you as well....OC's choices prob would've been JK > Tae > Joon > Hobi > Yoongi > Jimin. While Jin (if he could make the choice for her), it would've been Joon > Tae > Yoongi > Hobi > Jimin > JK.

I came up with the whole idea of the end. while watching TATBILB cause I thought this whole alternative reality worlds was gonna happen but nope, they took a much different direction lol and I'm happy to hear you mention Orange bc that was one fantastic manga I read!! Personally, I find the end. to be the love child between The Truth Between Us and The Seven Kinds of Love (with a sprinkle of Seven Seconds in Heaven) hahha there's definitely elements of pre-existing stories to this guy but I don't mind so much since it feels like almost a call back to them :')

Anyway thank you for the love and encouragement!! I'm sending well wishes to you too!!

#Jimlings

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