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emptymasks · 6 months

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so.. i sure feel like i invested a lot into a show just for them to not care in the end. and this isn't a 'wah they killed of my fave character so show bad'.

the pacing felt weird, right? i wonder if they wanted 10 episodes but the network only gave them 8? or maybe they just didn't know how to end the show. maybe they're scared they won't get a season 3 and so rushed the end of season 2?

but to build up izzy, to have him talk about belonging to something... only to have him die without anyone telling him they love him. yeah ed said they're family but like. the whole thing felt so sudden, from him being the one with richard to getting shot to dying and then to suddenly haha the silly guitar music is playing guys its funny joke time. like. ed was upset as izzy was dying but then it seemed at his burial that no one really cared. it would have been more impactful if his death had been the final scene of the season.

but wouldn't it have been much better to show izzy finding a family? to have him captain the revenge? to contrast with season 1 and how the crew hated him when he was in charge. to end season 2, end the show, with him captaining the crew and having their respect and their love?

because it really didn't feel like he died for the crew, for his family. because he push someone else out of the way to save them he just got outsmarted by richard (since when is izzy that stupid or not strong enough to hold onto a man?) and got shot. like idk you could have had him die protecting ed or stede or the crew. how on earth could izzy not hold onto a man who's physically weaker than him and how the hell did he let someone else grab his fucking gun. or wait im re-watching it looks like richard just.. grabbed a gun out of his own coat.. i.. did no one search this man and take his weapons off him.. what the fuck.. no im sorry there's no excuse that doesn't make sense for no one to have taken his weapons away that just seems like bad writing.

if you were going to kill him off he deserved a better death.

but he deserved a better ending than this. what's the point of him having this arc of finally caring about people if he dies and it seems no one really cared other than ed and fang?

omg i just read as i'm writing this that jenkins does have a plan for a season 3. okay so now it's only acceptable if con wanted to leave the show so they had to kill off izzy but they still should have done it better. have him fending off the english so the crew can escape. have him taking a bullet for ed. something that means something. omg.

and ed and stede... i don't feel like they're ready for this yet. the only way they should be living together is the end of the show. not the end of a season. they literally only just got back together they need time to grow together.

you really said its a show about people finding love and happiness and then killed off the queer disabled character who got to die while telling his abuser that he loved him. the ending feels like the show saying 'actually not everyone deserved love, if you were an izzy fan you were right to get hate' like. he deserved to be loved by the crew, to be told that they cared. but he didn't get that.

also um?? the crew dont love ed. he literally only just finished torturing them, some of them have ptsd and trauma from what he did to them, and even if they want to forgive him they certainly do not love him yet. they cared much more about you izzy than they did about ed.

and then to have him shot in the left side, the place that ed showed in season 1 was a 'safe place' to get injured i. what.

where the fuck was roach? just watching? not trying to help? does he either not care or not think it's worth trying to save him??

IM SORRY BUTTONS CAN TRANSFORM INTO A BIRD, AUNTIE CAN SURVIVE AN EXPLOSION, JACKIE AND SWEDE ARE IMMUNE TO POISON, BUT IZZY GETTING SHOT IN HIS LEFT SIDE UH OH THAT'S DEATH SORRY.

i love the crew, i love zheng. i like stede and ed's romance but they're never the reason i watched the show. but i found izzy's arc the most meaningful to me. and i. i really don't think i'm going to watch a season 3 if there is one. not just because izzy's not there, but that last episode just felt like they don't care or don't know how to write anymore in a way that i enjoy at least.

to see someone like izzy (who's backstory i thought we would get, at least who the ring belongs too that he wears around his neck but no okay) he disliked because he has to be, he doesn't know how to be soft and be loved or how to love others. to show that a person who has been hurt so much and built themself so hard and buried their real self so far below.. to see that person be able to find themself again, to love others, to let themself be loved, to others see who they are. that meant so much.

so much for this being a happy queer show. for a lot of people he felt like this representation of an older queer man who's just coming out of the closet, exploring himself, there's not another character like that. the disability representation with him this season i've seen has meant a lot of people. his arc isn't the same as any others and a lot of people have found something very personal to connect to in that and i think they have a right to be upset.

to say it makes sense for him to be killed off for the narrative because ed needed to let him go... sounds cruel? izzy is a person, he's not a narrative object to make ed feel better about himself. to have ed abuse izzy, physically abuse him, and then izzy's arc ending with him apologising as if it was his fault (yes he encouraged blackbeard, but please let's not victim blame, let's take male victims of abuse seriously) and saying he still loved ed i just..

to say it makes sense narratively for him to get killed off for other reasons i don't fully disagree, but i think it was too soon, and i think at least it should have been in a way that made sense like him protecting the crew, not allowing richard to STILL HAVE HIS GUN ON HIM DID NO ONE CONFISCATE HIS WEAPONS?? or did he take izzy's gun in which case HOW how would izzy allow richard to take his gun. he's smart and a capable fighter what is this.

i saw someone else say izzy's death had no meaning and no consequence. and they're right. the crew moved on straight away and forgot about him (apart from fang, shout out to fang), and seemed like they didn't care. they aren't seeking revenge. they aren't angry. so it's for.. ed and stede to get together? izzy deserves more than that. and they could have still gotten together anyway... if it's for ed to move on then fuck that. an abuser doesn't get to move on from the abuse he caused because his victim fucking died.

i'd been looking forward to this episode all week after i really terrible week and well. should have known nothing this week was going to plan.

#my rambles #our flag means death spoilers #our flag means death #izzy hands #tw character death #mine

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queseraone · 3 months

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Everyone asks about what we want to see in S6, but I'm curious, what are your wants in general for S6 or beyond? Any particular storylines you'd like to see?

Honestly I'm just beyond grateful that we're getting a season 6! (In terms of renewal, and of course the strikes.)

What I want (also includes things I don't want) under the cut!

Tim and Lucy dance at the wedding!!! (it's a need)

KOJOOOOOOOOOOO

The little things: holding hands, a kiss on the cheek, one coming up and wrapping their arms around the other from behind. Just those soft things that are so easily overlooked, but frankly these little moments often have the biggest impact.

CHENFORD I LOVE YOU! That's the only "big" development I need for them in season 6, mostly because I think it should have happened in season 5.

Oh I lied, other big thing I'd really like to see - Chenford living together. Because let's face it, they already do, so might as well make it official already! (Especially if there's a time jump of any kind. Grown ass adults move faster in relationships than 20-year-olds.)

Aaron lives! (I almost didn't bother including this one since he obviously does, but still)

Development to (if not resolution of) everything that's been brewing regarding Lucy's undercover career. I know everyone has their own (strong) opinions on what they want to happen/where they want this to land, but I just want Lucy to have the career she deserves AND the life that she wants (and I personally don't think she can have both with the current state of things) AND for her and Tim to be in a good place. So ultimately I hope she realizes that UC is not for her - BUT NOT JUST BECAUSE OF TIM, because it goes against her character, because she doesn't want to leave herself, her friends, her life behind... (I could write an essay on this, and... oops apparently I have!)

Related the above, but Lucy to advance in her career. Be that as a detective or some other type of promotion or advancement. Girl has been killing it, she deserves it! (As much as I think having Angela and Nyla AND Lucy as detectives is too many detectives, I would loooove to see that trio kicking ass together!)

More Tim and Angela moments. Aside from Chenford, this is my absolute favourite relationship on the show, I adore their friendship and I'd love to see more of it!

Aaron and Celina to be just friends. Petition for more platonic male-female friendships on TV!! And they just give off BFF energy to me

Genny! Moments with Tim, moments with Lucy, maybe tell us her other kid's name... they made a point of moving her character to Los Angeles, I hope they use her!

No pregnancy for Bailey/Nolan. Congrats to Jenna, but we've had pregnancies every season since season 3 and it's a lot. Plus Nolan wasn't keen a few seasons ago, and he's even older now, and giving the lead character a newborn at home would really fuck with the dynamics. Also petition for more female characters choosing not to have kids, representation matters! (Oops another essay...)

Better integration of the various characters. Lots of people dislike Bailey (I am not one of them), but I personally think the biggest hiccup with her character is that she almost exclusively interacts with Nolan. This cast has incredible chemistry, so I would really like to see them play with that more! What I would give for a ladies night with all these badass women (you know they'll stumble across a crime or something...)

I'm sure there's more, but I've yammered on enough. Aside from these things, I'm just REALLY looking forward to my beloved show coming back. This cast is magical, I love how they manage to keep it light, and I'm excited to see what they have planned for us.

And I'm hoping for some renewed inspiration for fic ideas, too! Oh and that reminds me, my biggest want for season 6? RENEWAL FOR SEASON 7!!!!!!!!

#chenford #the rookie #the rookie season 6 #lucy chen #tim bradford #kojo #aaron thorsen #angela lopez #nyla harper #john nolan #bailey nune #genny bradford

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donkeys-waffles · 3 months

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Okay, listen I'm not all that convinced AFO is completely gone. And let's put DFO aside for a moment. His and Yoichi's story feels uncomplete, there are certain elements that were given the time to be graced on but never really elaborated on. Like for example, that possibility that certain elements of AFO's backstory were fabricated to accomplish a certain message.

It's very easy to read over his backstory and gather the idea that he was born evil. But after a deeper look, it's very clear that was the purpose. We are meant to believe AFO is evil because that's what he wants us to believe, that's what he sees in himself. I feel bittersweet towards his supposed 'end'. Because I hate how Bakugou delivered that end, for one. But on one hand I enjoy how he mentioned needing Yoichi, it starts with denial and ends with recognition. And even if this a hot take, I think it's a beautiful, emotional end to such a messed-up individual.

However, I have a weird feeling about two things. First, I'd like to say, one thing I've noticed in writing is if something is brought up randomly, it'll generally come back to bite you later. Nothing is left unsaid, otherwise you have plot holes.

I found it interesting how it's mentioned AFO wasn't able to use his last trick up his sleeve, without any elaboration as to what that would have been. And I would say this was done on purpose, maybe just used as another example of every dream he wasn't able to accomplish before he died. But bringing light to this does nothing to strengthen the impact of his death on the narrative. Another interesting detail was Yoichi's wish. His dream of AFO being the kindest quirk in the world, which I can see being used to cause a reaction in the reader, as if trying to make them feel some heartache for such a bastard. But even with that reasoning, that sentence in the end feels so empty. unfulfilling, and almost lack-luster. It seems odd to be brought up and this could be bias, but I feel like that sentence had more importance than just literary cannon fodder.

We know AFO's main goal, make everyone love him like Yoichi, and his midterm goal was to steal his brother back through OFA. Makes sense.

But I still have questions. I understand why he took Tomura, to get a strong enough host to steal OFA, makes sense. But how does leaving Gigantomachia in the mountains have anything to do with such a goal? For what? Retirement? What did that achieve, wouldn't it better if he kept him around? If he was planning on moving his consciousness to Tomua later, then keeping him around would be better, right? Afterall, he'd be able to meet the child and possibly have a better understanding of the situation. Gigantomachia is an incredibly strong asset (look how he took down SO many heroes in the first war); he could have possibly even used him as backup during his fight with All Might.

And why keep OFA at a distance when his entire goal is to steal said quirk? I'm referring to that one panel in Vigilantes. Thats the entire opposite of his entire 200-year-old goal.

And that whole thing with his copy of rewind... This man is 200 years old, with an extremely strong villain empire, who has earned the respect of a genius scientist... You don't achieve any of those things by being stupid. And now I'm not normally one for completely trusting the MHA Wiki, but I can't blame them for giving him a 6/5 intelligence. He's a genius, and is spectacular with quirk analysis, it's his thing ya feel me. But it does show his lack of self-preservation, which is against what he's supposed to be angry at All Might for.

All Might took his health and his empire; we know he didn't really care about his empire as much from Spinner. (I mean lack of self-preservation because he's using a quirk that will eventually rewind him out of existence, whether he transfers his quirk to Tomura entirely or not. There's a possibility that it won't work, he failed to take complete control the first time remember. Is that what this supposed 'trick up his sleeve' was supposed to remedy? This is the same man that gave himself immortality, the same man that ran away from All Might for years, the same man that has shown to rely on the strength of others instead of dealing wounds himself. And might I add the same man that is supposed to be angry about his health being diminished. Afterall if not his health or his empire what could he possibly be angry at All Might for that's so special, so unique compared to his predecessors?)

This brings me to my last point. Since when the hell did this bitch care about THE CHILDREN! This man literally stole quirks from children, killed thousands, and turned a crap tone into braindead nomu. And he's angry on behalf of the children. Are we ever going to get an explanation for that?

Like I would understand if he killed the children that he apparently gave heroic ideals to. Like Ha! You will pay for passing on your ideals to children by watching me steal their quirks and kill them. But that's not what he means, or he would've stolen Tokoyami's quirk, killed Jiro instead of leaving her with a broken eardrum, and blasted Izuku away with deadly force instead of holding back in the first war. We have no answers for such behavior from a man known for exhibiting zero humanity (and making that behavior his ENTIRE personality.) Need I remind you this man stole Tomura (possibly gave him the quirk that killed his entire family,) and groomed him just to possess him later alright. He also turned Tsubasa into a nomu for shits and giggles, which we have never talked about once! Tsubasa, need I remind, was a small child and was the Doctor's grandson (which you'd think give him immunity to this kind of sick shit but apparently not.)

There are so many questions left unanswered, many of which Yoichi himself can't even answer. Like with all their human experimentation they do on a daily basis, the clone theory wouldn't really surprise me. It would make a lot of sense for his character as well. And even if that theory doesn't pan out, the vestige behind the locked door (which is entirely separate rant honestly,) or even Tomura's AFO vestige maybe. Though I feel if Izuku really saves Tomura in this war, then we might never hear much of anything from that vestige. Especially since their first priority would be to cancel it out as soon as possible. A lot of people bring up how the story is almost over, and they are probably right. But the end date was supposed to be 2022 originally, right? Then it was moved to 2023, now it's 2024-2025. Like yeah it is almost over, but there's still story that needs wrapping up clearly because that deadline has been pushed back multiple times. Too many times to make it a valid counterclaim anymore. Either way, I don't think we are in the clear of the Demon King's superiority complex anytime soon.

#all for one #izuku midoriya #bnha #dad for one #bnha all for one #afo #dfo #all for one is hisashi #mha #LONG RANTS #META

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slashhinginghasher · 8 months

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Dog Day Afternoon - Ghoap x reader

I've been binge-reading @ohbo-ohno's blog all day and just had to write a companion piece to their amazing story Don't Leave Me Locked In Your Heart.

No warnings, just fluff, but like, really really stupid fluff.

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In a normal housing situation, you'd be baffled by how quickly your shampoo tended to disappear. You'd carefully measure how much you used each time, eye every roommate with suspicion when they emerged from the bathroom with wet hair. Maybe you'd even hide the bottle in your room between baths for safe-keeping, or fill an empty bottle with something gross to see who came out covered in a gunky mess.

But you didn't live in a normal housing situation, and you didn't have to wonder where all your shampoo was going because the thieving Scot who took it also made you wash his fucking hair with it. Every. Damn. Time. Sometimes even more than once.

"Can't have me gettin' split ends, bonnie," he said knowledgeably. "No' like Simon over there."

You didn't inform him that washing one's hair multiple times in the shower did not make the shampoo work better. You did not point out that he and Simon, being military, both cut their hair too short and too often for split ends. You didn't even accuse him of only knowing what split ends were because it was written on the shampoo bottle.

No, you kept your thoughts to yourself. Because while Johnny was apparently in possession of mad military skills - including manhandling, referring to Simon by his rank, and probably guns or something - they paled in comparison to his true talent: spouting an endless amount of bullshit at you until you accidentally said something sexual in return, and then taking that as an opening to be actually sexual.

Once, when you were fussing over a blemish forming on your nose, Johnny had sworn that you could contract flesh-eating bacteria and he'd still love you, holes and all. You had been physically incapable of stopping yourself from muttering that his love of your holes was what had gotten you into this situation in the first place. Johnny immediately got an evil gleam in his eye, and Simon had laughed. Out loud. Then they took you to bed for an entire day. Literally a full twenty-four hours. You hadn't been able to walk right for almost a week.

So yeah, you'd learned your lesson and you didn't goad Johnny, even when you had something spectacularly clever to say.

"Think you're a bloody show dog now, Johnny?" Simon rumbled. "Yappin' on about your hair like a damn poodle."

"A poodle!" Johnny shouted, affronted. "Am no fuckin' poodle, LT. Naw." He rubbed his hands together, warming up to the subject. "A german shepherd, maybe. Or a doberman. One a' those fuck-off big boys that makes you piss yerself a little when you get too close. What d'you think, hen?"

Oh, there were so many answers you could give to break this man's ego. Breeds they'd have to look up on google to feel the full impact of your devastating wit. But no, you had to stay strong. You pressed your lips into a tight line and maintained a dignified silence.

"Oi, I'm askin' ye a question."

"You ask me a lot of questions, and almost all of them are stupid."

Johnny looked positively offended.

"They are not stupid!"

"'If a guy was on the moon and he jumped hard enough in the right direction do you think he could launch himself back to earth?'" you quoted. "'Do we say things suit people because suits look good on you or is it called a suit because it suits you?' 'If unicorns were real do you think they'd let people ride them and if they did would you attach the reins to their mouth like a normal horse or would you tie 'em around the horn?'"

"All of which are important questions and not at all stupid!"

"Everything is stupid when you're asking it at 3 am, Johnny!"

Simon's eyes were bouncing between the two of you like a tennis match. He looked like he was having the time of his life (in Simon terms, which meant that one corner of his mouth was turned up in a microscopic smirk).

"I cannae help it that my deepest thoughts come late at night," Johnny said solemnly. "An' you're avoiding the most important question: what dog am I?"

"You're a mutt, Johnny," Simon said. "A scraggly little mutt that's gonna get muzzled if it doesn't learn to stop asking stupid questions when people are tryin' to sleep."

Johnny grinned. You weren't sure if he was the sort of person who could shrug off vitriol from anybody, or if he was so over the moon about Simon that he would preen under any kind of attention he got from him. And the last thing you wanted was to feel bad for either of your captors. But damn, the bigger man could be downright mean sometimes.

"Belgian malinois," you said.

"Come again?"

"Mouthy police dog that starts trembling if you order it to stay still for too long," you clarified.

"Sounds about right," Simon muttered.

Johnny cocked his head, mulling over this with extreme deliberation, before pointing at Simon.

"What about him?"

You considered Simon. Big, scary, unflappable Simon. "Shit your pants if you see him in a dark alley" Simon who could definitely rip your head off your body but also somehow gave the best hugs and turned into a pile of goo if you scratched his head right.

"Caucasian shepherd," you announced. "Also known as the Russian bear dog."

Simon nodded. You were pretty sure he had no idea what kind of dog that was and would have agreed with anything that sounded appropriately large or menacing enough.

"Aw fuck off!" Johnny cried. "How come I've gotta be the vibrating cop dog while he gets to be the fucking bear dog?"

"And that's what you get for askin' stupid questions, mutt."

Johnny huffed and pouted for a moment before turning back to you.

"And you, love? What kinda dog are you?"

"I'm a cat," you replied. "Obviously."

Your stomach dropped as that devious spark kindled in Johnny's eyes.

"Too true, kitty, too true," he purred. "Fancy a bit of a chase?"

How the fuck did he always manage to do that???

#i'm bad at writing plot and even worse at writing smut #but by god i can write people being dumbasses in their living room #my writing #cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish

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crossdressingdeath · 3 months

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I genuinely do believe that Karlach is the earliest sign of Larian's "pander to the fans no matter how much damage it does to the story" mentality. Like, I love her as a character! But she wasn't designed to be an origin companion, and looking at her quest you can see they didn't actually know what to do with her when they upgraded her importance. From what I understand she was originally an escapee from Zariel's army that Wyll was tasked to track down, and that was it! That was all that was necessary! No engine for a heart, no connection to Gortash, she was a one-off quest character who didn't need a deeper story and she was a strong character for what she needed to be. And Larian could've gotten away with making her a recurring NPC or even act 2/3 companion with that characterization, but to please the fans they made her an origin companion... which meant suddenly she needed a more complex story and a personal quest and an arc tied into the main plot, and they botched that so hard because she wasn't designed with that in mind. Her personal quest is a) a fetch quest and then b) tied so tightly to the main plot that you can't even properly complete it unless you do the main story in a specific way. If you ally with Gortash and he's killed by the brain Karlach's quest never properly completes! You never get the conversation with her where she gets pissed about how it didn't change anything because she's still going to die and she wants to live! That is bullshit! Although honestly she should probably leave you entirely if you ally with Gortash, by tying her personal arc so closely to her hatred of him they've created a situation where it feels absolutely bizarre that she sticks around if you do that. Especially playing Durge; you're telling me she learns the group's leader was Gortash's best friend and then they choose to ally with him and she yells at them for two seconds and then is fine with it? That's... stupid. It's stupid. If you're not going to let her quest complete if the players ally with Gortash then at least give an actual reason for that. Also, her backstory doesn't make any sense; why would Gortash go to all that trouble to keep her in the dark about what he was doing? Why would he care? Why would Zariel care enough for Karlach to apparently be her special favourite (but apparently not enough to make more than a halfhearted effort to go after her; seriously, she gives up completely after two attempts and only really comes up again outside of backstory discussion when Karlach insists she'll be after her again if she returns to Avernus as a reason for choosing death over going back even temporarily)? Why would an archdevil care enough to make a deal with the scales weighted so heavily against her for one random teenager? It's actually significantly weakened the emotional impact of the whole thing for me, I keep going down the rabbit hole of how little fucking sense this makes and it drags me out of the story.

...This has gotten away from me slightly. Basically Karlach's story as an origin companion makes it clear that they didn't actually have a plan for making her so important. They just rehashed Gale's exploding chest bomb thing in a much less plot-relevant way and leashed the whole thing to a villain who already had strong ties to an origin companion instead of giving her her own damn villain like all the other origin companions. She barely even has a quest, and certainly not one with a satisfying arc and interesting moral questions involved in it like everyone else got. She was much stronger as a less important character, because as a less important character she didn't need a detailed backstory or personal quest so the question of whether those things made sense or were good was a moot point. And looking at it in hindsight... yeah, that fits very neatly into the running theme of Larian making the story worse to pander to the fans.

#bg3

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effervescentdragon · 11 months

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for @stormxpadme ❤️ youre the best, im keeping that ask with all the options for the future bcs theyre all 👀

"It could be Asfaloth," Charles chimed in absently, and Sebastian clucked his tongue, equally annoyed and endeared.

"Asfaloth is the horse in Lord of the Rings, Charles, for God's sake," he said with much less patience than he usually had. He still couldn't quite supress the smile on his face.

Charles' cheeks were red when he looked up from the huge tome he was perusing. "Ah, yes, I - I took your advice about my bedside reading. I meant to say Ashmedai."

Sebastian froze. "Asmodeus," he breathed out. "Oh, oh, that's - that's brilliant, Charles! It - it fits the MO to a T, attacking sex workers, and wasn't the latest victim a Madame? Fuck, that..." he trailed off, shuffling through his papers for the crime report.

"I didn't think priests could swear," Charles remarked as he started digging through the pile of papers in an effort to help Sebastian.

"Former priest," Sebastian said, and his chest only hurt a little. "I was dismissed from my clerical state, Charles."

Charles said nothing, only pulled a paper out and held it out to Sebastian after skimming it. "Here's the latest report. It says that there was reasonable suspicion that the dismembered woman was the head of a high-class prostitution ring. What do we do now?" he asked.

Sebastian read through the report quickly, thinking about the implications of their hypothesis. He'd confronted Asmodeus once, though not directly, and he knew how to bind him enough so he'd be compelled to answer their questions. But if this was true, if it was really Asmodeus in their realm, then that meant that the lines between the worlds weren't holding the way they were supoosed to. If a Prince of Hell was able to cross them... Sebastian didn't dare think of the implications. They were too horrenduous for him to ponder now, when he had a job to do.

He turned to Charles, who was observing him with those unnaturally green eyes of his.

"Now, we set a trap," Sebastian said, and tried not to let Charles' fully trusting gaze affect him. "Now, we trap the demon, and see what we are dealing with."

"Charles, run! Run, now -" he screamed, but it was too late.

The impact hurled him across the room. Before he could even try to catch his breath, the demon pinned him to the wall, making it impossible for him to move even an inch.

"Father Sebastian Vettel," it spoke in a voice made of fumes. "Be it possible that we meet again." It laughed, and Sebastian felt like his ears would start bleeding any moment. "I see your soul still shines bright, as torn as it is by your - oooh." It cackled, then turned to where Charles sat on the floor against the wall, eyes wide and terrified, unable to move.

"Oh, and he is as torn by his lust as you are," the demon said gleefully, and Charles' terrified gaze fell on Sebastian. "What a pair of fools you two are, both so deep in your pathetic human self-loathing to see how much you burn for each other."

Sebastian didn't dare close his eyes, no matter how much he wanted to. It was imperative for him to get Charles out of here somehow.

"Take me," he said through a throat that felt like it was filled with glass shards. "Take me, you know me, you know who I am, and leave him be. He is innocent."

The demon laughed. It was a horrible sound.

"Oh, Father," it said as it moved slowly towards where Charles was. "I am Asmodeus, Prince of Hell. My domain is Lechery and Lust, and you are only human. There is nothing you can do to stop me from taking this piteous realm for my own."

Sebastian knew this was true as the demon spoke it. His binding had failed, he wasn't strong enough, and now the world will pay the price. He only hoped the demon would grant Charles a swift death, though he doubted it. Asmodeus must have felt Sebastian's feelings for Charles and it would find it amusing to prolong Charles' suffering as a sure way to torture Sebastian. Sebastian's love would bring Charles doom anyway, just like Sebastian always knew it would.

He only wished he'd been smarter, and more selfish, and took one of the million chances he'd had to show to Charles how much he meant to Sebastian, if their end was to be a painful death anyway.

Charles coughed. Both Sebastian and Asmodeus turned to him. Charles still looked terrified, but there was something weird about the way he was avoiding looking at them.

"You're wrong," Charles rasped. He must have inhaled as much smoke as Sebastian did. "You see, although Seb may not be strong enough to resist you, I am."

Sebastian gasped when Charles finally lifted his head and looked straight at Sebastian. His emerald eyes were full of regret and sorrow, but more importantly, they glowed.

"Forgive me," he said, and as he did he rose from the floor like nothing was holding him down. Sebastian didn't want to think about it, because he couldn't move, and to resist the power of a Prince of Hell, Charles would have to be... not human.

"Close your eyes, Seb," Charles said, and if it were an order Sebastian would have refused. It wasn't; it was a plea, and so Sebastian obeyed.

The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was Charles pull a flaming sword from thin air. The first thing he heard after closing his eyes were Asmodeus' screams of fury and Charles' answering ones in the same, unearthly language.

Sebastian kept his eyes closed, and for the first time in years, he believed as he prayed.

#i dont know what this is #but here it is #demonic au i guess #sebchal #f1 rpf #effervescentdragonwrites #my writing

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CHAPTER 1.5 CHANGES

❝All great changes are preceded by chaos.❞

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AGE: 8

Midoriya Izuku lays on the ground in tears.

While small scratches and bruises covered his skin from Bakugo and his followers' attack, the large gash across his palm caused him the most pain.

'Am I really that useless because I'm quirkless? Is Kacchan right?'

As he continues to cry on the ground in sadness, darkness falls over him.

He curls into a smaller ball, convinced his bullies were coming back for more. 'Wouldn't be the first time.'

"Hey...are you alright?"

The new voice compels the young boy to look up. Through the haze of his tears, Midoriya faintly sees a small figure.

"Y-yeah," he quickly wipes away his tears, embarrassed that someone saw him like this, "I'm okay."

Vision finally cleared, he looks up once more.

Flowers.

Pale pink flowers are the first thing he sees.

They're scattered throughout the strands of your hair, making you appear ethereal in the sunlight. 'Is she a fairy?'

"Doesn't look like it." You look down at him in concern before squatting to his height. With you close enough, a strong scent apple surrounds him.

Packet of wipes taken out of your backpack, you start gently cleaning up his injuries.

Using your distracted focus as a chance to observe you, Izuku's gaze shifts from your concentrated expression to the delicate flowers adorning your hair.

They're familiar, comforting in a way that tugs at the edges of his memory. Then it hits him—a flicker of recognition stirring a quiet joy in his heart. 'Could it be?'

The flowers...

They were unmistakably similar to the one he found in his cubby last week, the latest addition to his invaluable collection of pressed flowers.

Hana, Izuku recalls briefly, the notebook he made in dedication to these cherished gifts several month ago—hidden away in his bedroom.

Though he still received a flower every now and then, the details of the person who gave him the first one were blurry; as it never progressed beyond those fleeting moment of kindness.

He only remembers she was a girl who was nice to him, leaving behind a single cheery blossom—the flower that started it all.

"Sorry!" You pull away with a sheepish grin, "I almost forgot to ask. Hope you don't mind me doing this."

It took a few moments for the poor boy to regain his bearings; too caught up in a swirl of thoughts while still too shy to speak, Izuku could only nod.

You perk up at his cooperation before continuing to clean him up.

Izuku could only sit there dumbfounded as you carefully wipe away the dirt smudges and tear marks from his face.

"These flowers... I've seen them before," he whispered, more to himself than to you.

You pause for a moment, movements stilling your eyes meeting his. There's depth in your gaze, a hint of recognition, but you say nothing.

"Aaaaaaaaand done!" Taking a step back, your eyes sparkle with pride at how much better he looks now.

"T-thank you..." The greenette mutters, cheeks taking on a fiery red glow "...a-and my name is Midoriya Izuku. Izuku is fine."

Instead of offering your own, you simply smile with a knowing glint in your eyes. "I know..."

The words hung in the air, a mix of familiarity and mystery.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," Izuku presses. A part of him, hopeful, almost desperate part, wanted to know if you were her: the girl who, though a brief presence in his life, left a lasting impact.

Your response, however, was not what he expected. Your smile widens just a bit, as if amused by his question. "It's not important. What matters is that you're okay now."

Before he could say more, you interrupt in with an offer of your hand. "Alright! We need to get the dust off your clothes. C'mon."

As you help the freckled boy off the ground, he lets out a cry. You immediately drop his hand in surprise.

"What's wrong?!"

"M-my hand," he softly stutters through tears, pain returning full force with a sting.

Your confusion turns into sorrow at the sight of the gash going across his hand.

With quick movements, the blood on your palm is wiped unto your dress before you tenderly grab his to get a look closer.

'Hmmm...so that's why he smelled so sweet...'

"A-are you alright? You seem off..." Izuku's voice fades the longer you stare at the cut on his skin, thoughts drifting to how good it smells.

'I wonder if it tastes just as sweet... A little won't hurt right?'

Mind foggy from the scent, you fail to hear Izuku's cry of shock.

It wasn't until a sweet tangy explosion filled your mouth did you finally snap out of it.

"Huh?" You meet the wide eyes of a disturbed and concerned Izuku as he held his hand to his chest. "Izuku?"

When you take a step towards him, he quickly takes one back, causing a hurt looks to flash across your face. "Is something wrong, Izuku? Are you hurt?"

He avoids your gaze with a shake of his head. "N-nothing wrong. It's just that you, um....y-you..."

The toll of his constant stammering and stretching of reply makes you to frown in annoyance. "What is it!?"

"Y-you licked my hand!"

You freeze at his words. The faint flavor of sweet metallic on your tongue proves his words to be true.

"I...I" Your mouth is covered in shock, eyes burned in shame at what you've done.

'I licked his hand?!'

'I never tasted blood before. I shouldn't have!'

'I'm...I'm a freak!'

"Wha—"

"Sorry," You weakly choke out, bolting away as shame washed over, backpack forgotten in favor of getting home from it all.

Still trying to process what just happened, Izuku could only stare after you, a sense of loss washing over him.

It's then, in the silence of your absence did his mind begin to race. And as he began to reflect on the encounter, did the pieces start to fall in place: The flowers...your gentle care...the fleeting moments of connection—how could he have been so blind?!

Why did it take you running away for him to start connecting the dots? Heck he have the same type of flower that's in your hair pressed in his precious Hana book!

As Izuku stood there, pangs of regret for not realizing sooner filled his heart.

The kindness you showed him, both in the past and now, had been a beacon during his darkest times; yet he had failed to recognize the person behind it until it was too late.

Seeing your abandoned backpack, hope is reignited. Yeah, he can do this.

With renewed purpose, Izuku ball his hands into fists. He'll find you again, and this time he won't let you slip through his fingers.

'Wait...the pain...'

With furrowed brows, he flips his hand to see the 'injured' palm only for his mouth to gape open.

The cut...

It's gone?!

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AGE: 11

It was a bright and beautiful day.

The sun was shining, bathing everything in its path with welcoming warmth; a blessing it was for the stressed students who were leaving school to experience such a calming view.

At least that's what Izuku believed as he saw the little pink petals of Sakura Blossoms floating in the gentle winds, reminding him of the "first" time he saw you.

His cheeks flushed at the memory of your giggles when he later confessed his initial belief of you being a fairy at first glance.

It was safe to say that even after the whole 'lick the hand' situation, the two of you still became besties. He would even call it fate that eight-year-old you left your backpack behind.

The excitement that filled his body when he found an 'if lost' tag containing your name and address nearly surpassed the All Might figurine he received for Christmas.

He never did bring up what you did. Wanting to avoid it so that you won't become upset or embarrassed, he told you his mom took him to a nurse when you saw his healed hand.

Yet why did he still have his other bruises if he got healed?

"Well well well...would you lookie here guys? Quirkless Deku in the flesh." The smile on the freckled boy's face immediately disappears at a familiar taunting voice.

Slowly turning away from the peaceful view, he's faced with three of his four bullies.

____ would usually call them the Three Followers or Bakugo's Groupie since they were never too far from the arrogant boy.

Even so, that never prevented them from actively messing with him on their own terms.

Like today for example.

The biggest of the three walks up to the greenette with a crooked grin before pushing the smaller boy to the ground.

A cry of surprise leaves Izuku at the sudden action.

He looks up and meets the beady eyes of his attacker as they gleam with malicious intent. The nameless boy could only let out a fake sigh of disappointment.

"Must be hard being quirkless. Unable to stand up for yourself, to be so weak. Speaking of weak, where's your little girlfriend?"

Izuku curls into himself at the snickering of the other two, face burning in a fiery red.

Flashes of your cute fanged smile flood his brain causing an unintelligible squawk to leave his trembling lips. 'G-girlfriend?!'

"S-she's n-not my g-girlfri-"

"Right here," your usually soft voice was hardened as it cut through the air, "heard you were looking for me."

The scent of citrus orange assaulted his senses before you came to view.

Even from the ground, he was able to take in the vivid sight of tiny orange blossoms nestled in your hair, the white petals contrasting against the pinkness of the Sakura trees all around.

"Aww, the rat with wings is trying to protect the weak? Look Deku, your girlfriend is here to save the day!"

Your hands ball into fists. To make fun of your bat quirk is one thing, but to call Izuku useless and hurt him for no reason?!

A shadow covers your eyes as they continue to throw in more taunts and jabs at the both of you (mainly Izuku).

'How dare they! To hurt what belongs to me...to hurt what is MINE!!'

The air surrounding you turns cold, so heavy with pressure it almost becomes difficult to breathe in.

The once healthy flowers in your hair suddenly wilt and fall to the ground. Silvery white bleeds into your locks until no strand of [hair color] is left behind.

"Really? It takes all three of you to defeat one person? How utterly pathetic." Even your voice changed, taking on a tone of pure ice and arrogance.

"__-___...." You turn at the choked sound of Izuku's surprise causing his eyes to grow even wider.

Your eyes.

Demon is the first thing that comes to mind as he holds eye contact with you.

[Eye color] is replaced with the color of blood red. The slitted pupils in your new eyes thin as they take in his dirty form laid on the ground.

Calls from the bullies fall on deaf ears as you walk over to the freckled boy, a sneer of disgust pulling at your lips.

Grabbing his hand, you pull him up with an incredible amount of strength no regular ten-year-old should have (without a strength quirk that is). "From now on, 'Moka' will suffice. It’s simpler this way, for both of us."

"A-ah! W-well Moka-san...h-how did you get here? Where is ____?"

"Simply Moka. And to answer your question," you ignore his flustered cries when you began to dust off his clothes,"I have always been there. ____ is me and I am ____. This...is merely another side of me, emerged after I first tasted your blood. It seems I've now gained enough strength to manifest fully."

"O-oh..."

You take a step back and assess his injuries, giving a stiff nod when seeing he wasn't too hurt. "Midoriya, you need to get stronger. Having such low-lives push you around is almost as bad as bullying. I won't always be by your side to protect you."

"Low-lives?? You think just because ya got a new look you're above us?!"

The bullies flinch at your sharp gaze when you turn around to face them. "Indeed, I do. Shall I repeat myself? You're nothing, the bottom of the barrel who clings to the coattails of someone with actual prowess. So I say this once again: you are sniveling weak minded low-lives."

The same one who pushed Izuku steps up with a red face, body shaking from humiliation. "You'll regret that you..."

He takes a step back, enlarging his fist with the intent to strike. "....YOU BITCH!"

Izuku face pales at the sight of the huge fist drawing back and swinging, directly towards your still frame.

"Moka!" Tears prickle his closed eyes in avoidance of seeing you get hurt.

But...

...why doesn't he hear anything?

Opening his eyes to see what happened, Izuku's jaw drops.

You caught the punch?!

The trio of bullies' faces pales at the sight of you holding the bigger-than-average fist with a single hand. "B-but how?! No one's strong enough to catch my super punch!"

"Oh dear, is this truly the extent of your power? Poor thing..." Your red eyes take on a sinister glow, lips pulled into a venomous smile revealing a set of lethal fangs.

"My turn~"

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"Akashiya ____!!"

Walking through the front door, the first thing you see is your frantic mother as she paces the floor. "Why has the school contacted me that you've sent three boys to the hospital?!"

You say nothing, face set in a stern and apathetic expression.

Taking your silence as an answer, she whirls around with a wagging finger, ready to scold you some more. "Did you hear me?! Not only are they threatening to call the cops, but the school...is..."

Her words die out upon seeing your silver hair. "...well damn."

At the sudden jiggling of the front doorknob, you both turn in time to see your father step into the house. "I came home as soon as you told me what...happened..."

His words trail off at the sight of your now silver hair, a matching shade of his own. "...well damn."

"Honey," your mother begins to pace once more as she eyes your flowerless head and blood-red eyes, "w-why does she have your hair and eyes?"

Your father says nothing, instead kneeling down to meet your gaze.

Despite his face being stoic of emotion, his eyes revealed a mix of concern and a strange sense of pride. "__—"

"Call me Moka. Even though I'm still ____, I'd prefer Moka for now to prevent identity confusion."

"Moka," your father accepts your other name with a nod, "can you tell me who's blood you consumed for your powers to manifest like this?"

Your mother stiffens at his question with wide eyes. "Wait...did you say blood?! S-she shouldn't have, right? She only eats fruits like me...r-right?!"

You both ignore her existential crisis and continue with the conversation. "It was two years ago when I reunited with Midoriya Izuku; he had a cut on his hand and was bleeding. Unfortunately, I lost control for a moment and went for my desires. Embarrassed by what I've done, I ran home. Hence why I was so upset that day."

Your gaze cast down for a moment to showcase your shame before going blank face once again.

The revelation leads to a moment of silence until it's broken by the sigh of your father as he gets up and leaves to the back of the house.

Your mother finally calmed, walks up to you and caresses your pale hair, internally crying at the loss of your flowers. "Oh sweetie, are you okay? Why didn't you tell us about this?"

"Yes, I am okay. And I refused to tell you because of how easily I lost my composure. Had I been stronger..."

She gives you a hug causing the scent of fresh lemons to engulf you, the small white lemon blossoms you spot in her greying hair melts away any self-anger you had.

The sound of your father's footsteps breaks you out of the hug. You look up to see him with a red velvet box in hand.

Kneeling as he has done before, he opens the box revealing a steel rosary laying next to a black choker.

"This was mine when I was around your age, possibly younger. My father- your grandfather - was an inventor, and created this to keep my powers under control. It's made of quirk suppressing material." Taking the choker out of the box first, he fastens it around your neck.

"I'll admit, the moment I found out your mom was pregnant, I sent it to him to modify it just in case you ever did have my powers. After the first year or two, you only seemed to have your mother's fruit bat quirk, but it seemed my intuition paid off after all."

Once making sure the choker was in place, he picks up the rosary.

"Now Moka, there are certain things you must know before putting this on: those who share blood relations, such as me and your mom, and your blood bonds are the only ones who can remove it. In that case, Midoriya holds that responsibility as your blood bond. No one else will be able to take it off, not even you."

Your brows furrow. "Why is that?"

"Although there are only me and you, our vampire bat quirk holds strong abilities. And with yours being dormant for so long, you are exceptionally strong. So until you are mature enough to handle a situation where you won't constantly use your powers, this will keep you in check. Not to worry. If there's ever a life-or-death occasion where neither us nor Midoriya is present, the rosary will deactivate for a certain amount of time."

Nodding your head in agreement with the rules, you grab the rosary and hook it onto the choker.

A wave of vertigo suddenly hits you as your red eyes shift back to [eye color].

Your silver hair turns back into its original [hair color] shade, new orange blossoms budding back into its strands with a scent of citrus orange wafting off you once more.

You fall to the ground with a thud causing your mother to let out a cry of shock.

Your father sheepishly scratches the side of his face. "Oops, I forgot to mention the fainting spells due to lack of energy. We should probably get her a glass of blood and start implementing it into her daily diet."

She whacks him in the back of the head with a glare. "Ya think?!"

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alicelufenia · 8 months

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Finally wanna give my thoughts on This Is How You Lose the Time War. Non-spoiler impressions: this is the first novel—novella, really—I've read that felt like poetry throughout. Really opened my eyes to what's possible with prose.

From chapter 1 I was immediately sucked in to the character of Red. I love this sort of scarily powerful yet introspective character. Who seems like she would be cold and calculating (and she can be) but can also be very funny when she has a more bubbly personality to bounce off.

Speaking of which, there's Blue. I love her too, for much the same reasons as Red. When I first touched this book I was already making comparisons to other works—not out of derision or to imply anything derivative, just reminding me of themes and characterizations—and one that immediately came to mind was Nier Automata. And I couldn't help but seeing Blue's 9S to Red's 2B. Blue is deceptive and snarky yet willing to take great risks, showing immediate chemistry with Red, who is at once analytical and patient while also capable of incredible direct violence.

I have to say as soon as these two started their exchange I was joking about how this is the most romantic novel I've read (and that's true eventually) but I love how initially their correspondence begins as mutual curiosity. Two bored super beings deciding to see how far they can push the other, and it's only after several volleys back and forth that they stop directly interfering with each other and their words become less taunting and spiky, more understanding and kind. The way they both ease into signing their letters as "Yours, Red/Blue" like it was the most natural thing.

And then Blue lets slip and signs "Love, Blue" and after that they both know it's for real, and a new joy and terror takes over them both, emotions up until now you didn't think either was capable of, AND YET, reading back over after I was finished, you can already see the hints of it; Red keeps up a shell to hide the discomfort she feels with her work, and Blue is terminally lonely. In hindsight it's clear from the beginning that both women have been thirsting for a kind of relationship like this, yet are unable to have it with anyone on "her side", save the one operative on the Enemy's side who thinks like her, who she is willing to risk reaching out to to even learn if she thinks like her.

So yeah, there's some very strong wlw themes here too—as if making the vast majority of characters women wasn't being obvious enough—how being a lesbian can feel so isolating when society forbids your love, lest you be punished, even by other women, for your transgression that starts with just a feeling. An itch. A longing. When they started visiting each other's pasts and leaving memories of meeting from since they were children, I felt that. Love has a way of winding its way into your everything, even if you didn't grow up together it still feels like it, when that love runs deep between you.

Love, like letters, are a kind of time travel.

I knew they were doomed from the start. Either Red, Blue, or both would be destroyed before the end, as far as time-bending goddesses can be unmade. And what's a time travel story without trying to change what happens.

I had my suspicions about the Seeker, but was genuinely surprised when I found out who she was. Though if I had guessed earlier, correctly that it was Red or almost correctly that it was Blue, I think the impact of the ending would have still resonated with me. Seeing the range of actions Red takes to go back through their story, taking in the physical remains of everything they both touched, and through it, becoming Blue more and more until the distinction barely mattered anymore; that was beautiful.

Culminating in the end, Red captured by her former comrades, and Blue, her future rewritten, making good on their joint escape, to carve out a place for them together in spite of both sides.

What a great ending. It doesn't matter here whether they go on to escape, go out with a bang, or disappear quietly without a fight, Blue's final words, her declaration "This is how we win", which started off both of their correspondences as boasts about how they'll win the time war for their respective sides; upon re-reading you realize they always meant what they mean at the end; this is how they win, together.

This was a story of how you lose society's war, but win at love.

Thank you to Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone for this amazing book.

#this is how you lose the time war #tihylttw #tihylttw spoilers #time war spoilers #book review #red and blue

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WORST KISS EVER

Summary: lunch break offers conversations about worst kisses

Warnings: nothing (only my ugly writing probably)

Word count: 1k

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Finding myself eating shrimps for lunch has become quite the habit for me since I’ve started to work at the Five-O. Not that I mind, Kamekona’s ability to put those little commas in every dish and make it taste amazing is outstanding.

I transferred to Hawaii a little over a year ago, after my previous team was dismembered. Originally I had to get into HPD, but my curriculum caught the attention of the governor who presented me to Commander Mcgarrett… from that point after my life completely changed.

Working in the Hawaiian finest task force has been a blast… literally. It has been fun and, after so long, I finally feel like I've found Family; I also get blown up or shot at almost daily, but that’s beside the point and every time it feels like a little “get closer” moment. That’s what happens when you work with those five people. It’s almost like they attract bombs and bullets.

Somehow, the picnic tables at the truck always end up being witnesses to the most unhinged conversations between me, Danny, Kono, Chin, Lou, sometimes even Kamekona himself and Steve… today the topic, rigorously picked by Kono, is our first kiss.

“Oh, come on! It can not have been that bad!” that’s what she said, to which i replied “Kono, believe me…. It was, like, really bad”. I can't help but laugh at the memory. “In our defense, we were inexperienced teenagers, but still… it was bad and not even because we didn’t know how to kiss, but because the atmosphere and location were awful.” It was stupid of me to think that this would have been a good enough explanation for my nosey friends, in fact i shouldn’t have said a thing to begin with because now they will pester me till i don’t tell them every single detail.

“Surely you can go into more depth about it, no?” Lou chimes in with his usual sarcastic and witty tone, wiggling his eyebrows as everyone nods their heads in agreement. I roll my eyes and mutter to myself “I need to learn and shut my damn mouth”; after a moment of silence I sigh “it was during a game of truth or dare when I was a sophomore in high school, while on a school trip to a ranch.” “There are so many things in what you just said that sound so wrong, but please… continue.” I stick my tongue out at Danny after he, of course, comments on what I just said. “Anyways…you know how it goes. The same, overplayed movie cliche: I pick dare so I have to kiss the person I think is hot in the room. It was a disaster. We didn’t know how to kiss and we were in a stable, in front of everyone else and there was also a very strong smell of shit,” I explain “would not recommend.” Laughs erupt, obviously. “You could say it was a shitty situation.” “I'll pretend like I didn't hear that, Chin.” Seriously, that was a lame joke, but I can't help the chuckle escaping my mouth because, considering everything… it was, indeed, a shitty moment and the joke was just begging to be said.

At the end of our lunch break I stay behind to clean up, I hate to leave a mess for other people to clean. I guess that the few years of serving at restaurants in my teens really left an impact. Staying behind, though, gives me the opportunity to talk to Steve: “you have a habit, you know that?” “What habit?” he replies a bit confused as he puts the beer bottles in the trash. “You observe people having fun, more than you actually join in the conversation… you tend to do that quite a lot.” Looking at him, I just smile softly. He looks like a big tough guy, but he’s really a big softy. That’s one of the reasons why it was impossible for me not to fall for him. Steve always avoids sharing his feeling, what he doesn’t realize is that he has certain habits that show how he's really feeling and what is going through his head; some are more obvious than others: passing his hand on his chin when he’s mad, clenching his teeth when he’s irritated but can’t say anything or arching an eyebrow when he’s confused or he’s judging you… others are a little harder to identify because they are not something we all do:: him looking at the people that he loves having fun and smiling to himself being the first one. He’s not the type of guy to sit down with you and have a heart-to-heart conversation with you, but he will call you up and invite you out to do anything, just to distract you from whatever you have going on and he will remember everything that you told him about, even the smallest detail.

“I just like to see other people have fun, you know…” he shrugs. “Yeah…” I start “well, how about your worst kiss?” I ask, as we walk to his truck, ready to get back to work. “Oh man…” The cryptic response makes me chuckle. “Oh come on, it can’t be worse than mine…” Both the passenger and driver doors are closed shut. “I mean… we went to my house after the date and we were having fun, till my dad got back home earlier from work and found us making out on the couch. It was pretty embarrassing and then I had to listen to my dad giving me the talk…” “ow, that’s- yeah…" I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head as he starts the engine, driving then towards the Ali’iolani Hale palace.

When the car comes to a stop and we exit it walking toward the entrance, getting a message from Kono about a pretty big twist in the case we are working on, that leaves us rushing to the office and impatient to catch another criminal.

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Author: thank you @mayberrycryptid for the prompt idea💕. I hope you and everyone else that read it like it. Also let me know your thoughts. I had fun writing it!

#chin ho kelly #danny williams #fanfiction #hawaii five 0 #kono kalakaua #steve mcgarrett #fanfic #Hawaii Five-0 fanfiction

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It had been YEARS since he last saw Jenny, last thought of her. It was the furthest thing from him mind that there was a possiblity that after all these years of being away from her that she'd come back, that she'd try to find him. However, he should have known better. A woman like Jenny wouldn't EVER forgive and forget, no when he'd left her the way that he did. Without a word, he just needed to get away. To break free from her and the TOXIC life that they had together.

He was at the club when she'd come. He should have told Minki to keep tabs on her while he was traveling, then perhaps he could have been more prepared for this moment. She came in like a tornado. She could COMMAND an entire room and make it look so effortless. It wasn't that much of a surprise how she could control the other vampires in the room, after all, she was the one that made them. He was just trying his best to put them on better path than the one Jenny had them one; that he was on for so long before he found a way out.

She didn't even have to lift a finger or a say a single word before the vampires that filled the club came at him. Even if he could dodge most of them, to get away, trying his best to not hurt any of them, it was only a matter of time before he truly had to FEND for his life. He couldn't even look at Jenny while all of this was happening. However, he knew her well enough that her expression would be wickedly amused and how easy it was for her to control an entire room with little to no effort. She'd probably have them try to kill him if she had her way, but he was LUCKY that he had enough of an impact of them that Jenny's control wasn't as strong as she had hoped. Some were able to break free from her, tried to help him. However, he didn't come out unscathed. Cut up and bleeding, it would heal, but it still hurt, all of it ( both physically and emotionally, all of this was so DRAINING ).

Once Jenny realized she'd lost full control, she finally stopped everything and approached him. Even after all the years apart, he couldn't help but be dazzled by her beauty. After all, it was one of the reasons he'd fallen for her when they first met. "It's been such a long time, Sun. I've missed you so dearly." She purred, but there was nothing soft about her voice, her fingers cradled his chin to bring his gaze down to her. "Don't you think it's about time you stop all this nonsense and come back to my side where you belong?" Her words didn't sound like an offer or a question, but more like a demand. Like he didn't have a choice in the matter. No matter what the outcome would be today, there was no way he'd go back to her. He couldn't put himself through that again...he couldn't bare it again. Yet, the words of defiance couldn't leave his lips as his gaze was FIXATED on her.

He'd fight tooth and nail to get away from Jenny. He wouldn't go back to being her plaything that she could bend and break at her whim. However, even with the few vampires that he had on his side, it wouldn't be ENOUGH. The only thing he could do in the end was run...again. Keeping running and find somewhere to hide out, somewhere Jenny wouldn't know, someplace he wouldn't normally go to. He wasn't sure why, but his first thought was HARU. It had been sometime since the other had last saw him at the bus station. He could go to his workplace...but in his condition, that might not be the best option. So, really, his only other option was the bus station where they'd last met. He could only HOPE to find him there and seek his help and hopefully refuge from his psychotic ex-girlfriend. Still, the thought of putting Haru in DANGER to keep himself safe didn't quite sit well with him. However, he didn't exactly have many options at the moment.

He finally managed to escape the club, just barely. He was healing, but at such a slower pace than he normally would. All of the energy he had left after everything was used just trying to escape Jenny's wrath. Everything after that was a BLUR, he wasn't even sure how he made it to the bus station, but he was here. If Haru was here, he hadn't seen him yet, the only thing he could do was wait. He wasn't even sure if Haru would show up, but it was really the only thing he could do right now. So he did just that, SLUMPED his body onto one of the benches. If only for a moment, the world stilled and he could partially regain himself after everything he's just endured.

plotted starter for @tophatz

#tophatz #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ i'm hoping for a never ending odyssey ⊱ ◜ic◞#this is so long ajdlasjdl i'm sorry #i tried to shorten it a bit at the end...but it's still long ri p #pls dw about matching the length i just got carried away lol #anyways here we go !!! i'm excited about this and them :'))))#toxic relationship tw #blood tw

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outworldletters · 5 months

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Morning, Sunshine!

Are you reading this just as you wake? Or getting ready to hit the sack? Either way, you light up my world, so I'm gonna kick off these letter thingies like this! Darkness ain't a thing when you're on my mind!

Aww, I got kinda sappy. But shhh, keep it on the down-low, alright? I am a total tough cookie. A badass oni-cookie!

I'm gonna write to you every day when you're away. So, if this ever bugs you, you better keep me closer.

Look, the thing is, I know you want to paint instead of burying your pretty face in books. So, I thought, maybe I could paint your beautiful smile in a way only this Oni-king can? So, what do ya say? Do you want to hear a story?

There was once a tarantula, living alone and minding her business in a dark corner.

If you were a little critter, what do you think you would be? You look all soft and fluffy like a moth, and strong and fierce like a big ol' tarantula. Yeah, I know, it's weird. They're both bugs, but you remind me of a mix of both.

What?! But tarantulas are beautiful and elegant! And it's not all about looks. They're calm and quiet like you, but will attack if threatened. And... Yeah, I think it's still a compliment.

I'm my own sorta of spider, ain't I? I weave words into a web that catches a cutie like you!

I'm sorry, that was bad. Hahaha.

Anyway! I was telling you a story.

The little tarantula was a pretty tough girl, but sometimes even the best of us wish we had someone to talk to and share our troubles. So, this little spider decided to give herself a little challenge: she'd use her skills to make two gifts, and then offer them to the first person she met.

The first gift was a fluffy blanket of her finest silk, soft as soft can be... and the other was the most fiddly poison.

Well, the first person that met little Miss Tarantula took the bait of the soft, fluffy blanket, thinking it was the greatest gift ever given. So, he went back to her cozy corner, tucked himself into the blanket and was lulled to sleep, never to wake up…

But, the second person to meet up with her... chose the bite. And even if it made them sweat and shake and want to scream, it cured them all of their woes and worries. They could finally live free, free of all fear and pain.

The point is, sometimes what appears as the greatest thing ever isn't really what you need; what you need isn't always what it looks like. It's about making a choice between what looks like the most comforting, perfect thing in the world, or picking something scary but necessary to move forward.

It's about knowing what you really need and making that call, not settling for something just because it looks safe. I get that, y'know? I get it, Sunshine.

I am not angry or sad because you left.

You didn't want to make that choice... But you did, didn't you? You took the bite. I know you're worried about whether we made the right call. But I have no doubts.

I'm proud of ya. You're brave, for leaving everything you know and choosing to honor your Vision.

Listen, the distance is hard on both of us, no doubt about it. But you, me, us? We got this. There ain't nothing keeping us apart. Not when our bond is this strong.

After all, if you were not strong enough to take the bite, you would never choose to date me either. So I am glad this is who you are.

It ain't everyone's jam to date an Oni, y'know? But it's the rough parts of me that make you laugh and get excited, isn't it? Like the first time you met me and I showed you my collection of beetles, and they started crawling all over you. But anyways, I'm rambling.

The thing is, the tarantula from that story? Yeah, I don’t like her a bit.

That little spider was trying to trick that second person into showing trust, right? That's why she did that whole “bite or blanket” routine. It was almost like she cared about what people thought more than making her own choices.

You and I, we choose to be vulnerable to each other, no matter what. I'm never afraid to admit my fears or to tell you when I'm feeling hurt or upset. And you can always tell me what's bothering you, so we can work together and figure it out. Right?

I gotta tell ya, I was scared, too, when I knew you had to leave. I was worried sick that once you got settled with your new studies, you'd forget all about me.

It's just my paranoia, y'know? It's the thought that I'll wake up one day, and you'll suddenly tell me about a more attractive, more... polished guy you met at school. And... that you wouldn't want to be with the guy with the horns and the fangs after all.

Even just writing about it makes me sick to my stomach, it's just-

Do you think I'm too rough around the edges for you? Am I holding you back?

I mean, you're a smart person going off to a big school and learning so much, and what do I bring to the table? A big heart? A loud mouth? It just feels like there's something inside you that needs much more than what I can offer.

I am not like that tarantula at all. That's cuz I'm me. I don't need to try to trick people or test them to make them take a bite from me. What you see is what you get from me.

And what I offer you is love, Sunshine. A love you wouldn't have to look hard to find. I wouldn't try to trick ya into showing you my affection. I can be rough, or I can be gentle, but it's always honest.

All your quirks, your insecurities, your talents, I would love every bit of it. And I would do my best to keep your chin up when you're feeling down. I wanna be the one you come to with good news, and the one who comforts you when you're feeling lonely. And most of all, I want to make you smile.

You're gonna do great. You'll make new friends and make all these dreams of yours come true. You'll keep growing, learning, taking the risks you want to take. If it ever gets tough, remember, I'm right here. I'll be your comfort cushion, your warm blanket. I'll be whatever you need, right? Just tell me, and I'll be there, okay?

I guess in the end, it's just about showing your heart, no tricks or tests, no tests or traps... Just being honest and loving, huh? Heh, and it ain't so complicated after all. But hey, if you'll allow it, please accept this gift.

The softest blanket ever: my strong arms!

You can always count on me. Even if I'm far away, it's so easy to make it feel like I'm holding you in my arms all over again.

Just remember... I will never, ever let you walk alone.

Arataki “horns over heels for you” Itto

#genshin arataki #genshin fluff #arataki itto x y/n #arataki itto x you #arataki x reader #arataki itto #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #long distance relationship #love letters #tooth rotting fluff #genshin fluffy #outworld letters

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auxiliarydetective · 14 days

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My OCs as Flatmates, Part 2

Includes: Aurelia, Cora, Lily

The One Piece part, for some reason. I swear, I didn't plan for this. If you want to hear these sort of headcanons for some of my other OCs, let me know!

@marzena-doe and @oneirataxia-girl both asked for...

↬ Aurelia !

I need to make one thing very clear here. You're in her house and she can and will throw you out whenever you get on her nerves too much. It will probably take a long time for her to warm up to you.

One of the best things about living with her is you don't need to worry about money, food or security, and in the World of One Piece, that's a really big advantage. There's hardly a safer space across the seven seas than her home. She'll make sure you have good things to eat and drink, you have nice clothes (because you are not walking around her home in rags) and maybe gift you some jewelry if she's feeling generous. All in all, she's not exactly the most outgoing or affectionate, but if she tolerates you in her home, you might find yourself having dinner with her once in a while, sitting by the fireplace together... all those things.

Another great thing about Aurelia is her vast knowledge about the world and what's happening in it. She's got metaphorical eyes and ears everywhere and knows a lot about all sorts of political or otherwise impactful events. Also, about how the world works in its wacky ways. The seas, the skies, the wildlife, and people themselves... She knows how to fight, too, and might just be the best teacher when it comes to a certain technique based on willpower if you are blessed enough to have it. Generally, you can learn a lot of things from her (and you might just end up being adopted into her circle of poor little meow meows children).

@supermarine-silvally asked for...

↬ Cora !

Cora, my beloved. You're right, Cora is somewhat messy! But only really in her workspace. Her workspace is cluttered as all hell, but she still manages to find anything she needs (because she can summon it with her devil fruit or just sense where it is). Occasionally, she'll also leave some of her projects around the house or something if she was working on them somewhere else, but then the clutter will all be in one pile that you can easily scoop up and move.

Generally, Cora is so freaking considerate. Overly considerate even. She will back away first before trying to reason with you. At least until she gets really comfortable with you. She also knows how to cook, at least somewhat, and she would love to cook with you because it's fun and it's a bonding activity for her. Also! She will definitely make you clothes, whether you ask her or not. At some point, she'll just start sketching designs for you and give you the puppy eyes until you say yes to trying them. She'll also fix your favourite clothes for you. Your favourite shirt has a hole in it? Not anymore! Seam came loose on your jeans? It's back where it used to be. This also extends to stuffed animals if you have those! No questions asked, she'll stitch your favourite teddy back up and make him a cute little jacket to go with it.

She might be a bit anxious about a lot of thinks though. Personal space is definitely one thing, but she might also want to roughly know when you go out and get back, just so she has a vague idea of when you're at home and when she'll be alone. Also, she might bring some of the Straw Hats over occasionally if you're okay with it. She lets Luffy come over once and never again but the others might be there a bit more often. Especially her boyfriends. She asks them for help with chores sometimes or shows them her designs. It's really adorable.

@oneirataxia-girl also asked for...

↬ Lily !

Why are you living with a child? Who knows, but you're a parent now. Sorry, I don't make the rules. You have to understand that, if you're living with Lily, you're gonna have to do at least some parenting. This is a child with strong mood swings and very little experience in the world outside of ships and mansions, so you're gonna have to teach her some things and take care of her.

But, that aside, she's really nice! She's considerate (or at least she tries), she loves to do pretty much any activity with you, she doesn't mind doing the chores... Also, if you're someone who likes cuddles, she's got you. She loves them. And she's got soft, big ears and a tail... I also imagine she's naturally pretty warm.

Emotions-wise, Lily is usually pretty cheerful, but she's not really the best at comforting you when you're down. She might show up to your room with some hot chocolate instead.

She's definitely messy. Not because she doesn't care but because she forgets. You'll have to remind her to do the dishes every once in a while or she'll forget the laundry, but she's trying. She's definitely trying. But she's also very easily distracted by literally anything. Also... don't expect her to be too good at running errands, at least not in the groceries department. Do not let her into a grocery store on her own, she will come back with more sweets than intended and maybe even a toy or soemhing. Give her a list and she'll hopefully get everything you need though.

If you're ever overwhelmed with her, call Sanji. Or one of the other responsible Straw Hats (i.e. not Luffy). They'll figure things out.

So yeah, that's it for part 2! Hope you enjoy! :)

Also I do not have the time to proofread this, please forgive me. My mind is mashed potatoes.

#ocs as flatmates #oc: dracule aurelia #oc: akaito coraline #oc: felicity

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princeescaluswords · 1 year

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I have an idea for a story and although I don't want to give away a lot because I do still plan to write it. I have a question I'm not sure if you ever answered already. And, if not I'd like to hear your take. What would you think the difference to the story would be if The McCalls were hunters? And, like Allison, Scott wasn't inducted into the lifestyle because of reasons. How do you think the police station scene would have played out? How do you think his dad's return would have played out?

What an interesting idea! I've always been impressed while also being intimidated with AUs that change things before the beginning of the show in a significant way. As someone who respects both nature and nurture in the creation of a personality, I'm always worried about altering things too much so the characters no longer match their backstories. It's not aesthetically pleasing to me. (As an aside, it's why few tropes take me out of a Teen Wolf fanfiction more then when Stiles tries to minimize the impact of Rafael being gone on Scott, "because at least he's still alive" in order to claim that Derek would understand him better, because Stiles knows what it is like to have a living parent who no longer acts like it.)

You didn't specify in your ask, but I'm assuming the Argent backstory does not change, which to me is vitally important. Many members of the fandom try to dismiss Scott's relationship with Allison as a boring teen obsession, but they miss the underlying thematic statement. Allison is an Argent. She was unknowingly trained to be a hunter. She has been raised to have the proper mindset to be a hunter: "Imagine how strong that makes you!" But she is not just a hunter. At the core of Scott's heroic journey is the ability to see people beyond their circumstances, and that is embodied -- in both the series and in the movie -- in his conviction that Allison is an independent person worthy of value regardless of her last name or what's been done to her. Scott, in contrast to Derek's brutal hyper-masculine tribalism, knows that it is not necessarily preordained that she will eventually and always hunt and kill werewolves. And guess what? Scott is right. Repeatedly.

So, the McCalls as hunters. I'm not sure what your take would be, but if I did it, I might approach it like this. Rafael and Melissa were both government agents, working for a secret branch of the FBI that identified and neutralized supernatural creatures, including werewolves. Think of them as Mulder and Scully in a less benign version of the X-Files. They get married and have Scott, and eventually they come to Beacon Hills to investigate the Hale Fire. Faced with that carnage, Melissa has had enough and wishes to leave the agency. While the staircase incident might still have happened, the couple really divorces because she looked at a family of werewolves burned alive and said "I don't want my son a part of this" while Rafael remained devoted to his work.

In this way, very little would have to change until the scene in the jail, though Melissa could be a doctor as she should have been. Her statement of "we're better off with him out of their lives" would take on a different meaning of course. At the jail, she could still react in horror, not because she doesn't understand what is happening, but because she does understand what's happening. She's seen what happens to werewolves who come to the attention of the government and that is the last thing she wanted for her son. But she's also seen what happens when werewolves go out of control (the hunter's bias). She's still the same person who cares, but now she's paralyzed by what to do, torn between the demands of the outside world and still wanting to protect her son.

Not much would have to change in Season 2, but Season 3A would change a lot. Melissa would not be anywhere near as passive. She would confront Derek on his behavior. She would take over the investigation into the Darach. She would deliberately, I think, try to thwart Rafael's involvement. After all, he chose his job over his family once before. She could still be a source of inspiration and support for Scott, but she'd pull a damn gun in The Overlooked (3x10) and start blasting. When Jennifer snidely implied a threat to Scott in Alpha Pact (3x11), "well, most of them" Melissa would get a speech of her own, where she underlines what's wrong with Jennifer's "that's why they call it a sacrifice" bullshit. "I used to be like you, thinking that depriving people different than me of their rights and their lives was simply acting for the greater good. All I was doing was acting on my own fear."

Melissa and Rafael's relationship would change from Melissa running interference between Scott and Rafael in order to encourage Rafael to reconnect with Scott and more into Melissa in direct conflict with Rafael during 3B and 4, as she works to hide Scott's lycanthropy from him and get him to leave.

Oh. I would have been very happy with this version. And, in fact, as I was writing this out, I really want to see this version. Maybe I will write it. But I would love to see yours.

#scott mccall #melissa mccall #rafael mccall #my writing #scott mccall defense squad #teen wolf fanfiction

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feywhimsy · 8 months

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requesting ambrosia for that ask game pretty please 🙏

ofc!! also tagging @invinciblerodent because they also requested her ♥

this got quite long, so I'm putting it under a cut. thank you both for asking about her, i adore her so much and being able to talk about her is always so wonderful 💕

Full Name: Just Ambrosia. Her "real" name is Lysarra, but circumstance had led to that name being dropped. In her original campaign, the name change was a conscious choice on her part on her journey to becoming a cleric of Nusemnee. For bg3 though, it was a result of the memory loss! When she woke on the nautiloid she was clutching a holy symbol with "Ambrosia" etched on the back, so she assumed that was her name.

Pronouns: She/her!

Gender and Sexuality: Ambrosia has never really thought about her gender and feels comfortable in her gender. She also has never tried to put a label on her sexuality, and struggles to put it into words. She also believes she can't and shouldn't get close to anyone, given who she is and what she struggles with. She doesn't want to hurt them. She's also never really assumed she'd be lucky enough to be in a relationship, and life has... really not been kind to her. Knowing what I know about her, and her past, I'd pin it as like... demiromantic-bisexual? She definitely has to know someone before she can open up to them romantically, even though she desperately craves that connection.

Ethnicity/Species: I don't have a lot to say here. She's a human, she didn't grow up in one place, and given she's trying to shed her past, there isn't anything she feels a strong connection to.

Birthplace and Birthdate: Ambrosia was born small village named Triel, north east of Elturel, to parents that did not care about her. Before she was sold, they never celebrated her birthday, and the mercenary group she was part of didn't care about any of that either. She doesn't know her exact age, but she'd estimate she's in her late 20s. (I'm going to say her birthday is in 1464, making her 28 at the time of the events of the game.)

Guilty Pleasures: murder drinking an entire bottle of wine on her own. Ambrosia is quite Large so it doesn't hit her quite as hard as it might others, but she still feels bad when she drinks an entire thing herself sometimes.

Phobias: I haven't really thought about this before, but something in my guy tells me Ambrosia is a bit claustrophobic.

What They Would Be Famous For: Ambrosia is delightfully unremarkable in most ways. She doesn't want to be famous, she doesn't like that kind of attention. If she had to be, though, she would hope it wasn't for the murders. Something that would leave a positive impact on the world.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Beating up people who are mean to kids. She might not consciously remember what happened to her as a child, but there's some scrap of it there in her subconscious, and it really shaped who she is. If she sees a child getting mistreated, especially by their parents, it takes a lot for her to keep her cool. She'll do anything and everything to care for that kid and show them their worth. The Arabella situation was hard for her, because she had half her brain thinking about the tragedy of it all, and the other part of her screaming to step in and ruin Kahga's week.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Ambrosia grew up poor and then was sold off to a mercenary group, so she doesn't actually know how to read 💔 But if she's listening to stories, she loves a slow-burn romance. Not that she would ever admit it out loud. But her life has been such a mess, just a simple slice of life story of people falling in love despite the circumstances always gets to her.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Fake happy endings, especially if the happy ended was worked for/deserved. To rip it away at the last second is the worst thing you could do to someone, she just hates it. (She does not realize how this relates to her own life.)

Talents and/or Powers: Mechanically, Ambrosia is a War Cleric with proficiency in Intimidation, Persuasion, Medicine, Athletics, and Insight. Despite having no proficiencies in it, Ambrosia is really good with animals, she loves them a lot and they're her lil buds! Original Ambrosia loved dogs, so getting Scratch in this game was just so!! good! she got to live her best life and have a friend!

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Ambrosia is. So stubborn. About even the most trivial things. She has her way of doing things, she has ideas of how things are going to happen, and she doesn't back down. Back in her original campaign this was a huge problem, because she was convinced she could show Strahd the harm he'd done and convince him on the path to be better. That obviously did not go well, but she never gave up.

Why Someone Might Love Them: Ambrosia is so stubborn. She refuses to accept a bad outcome to situations, she works hard to make sure everyone's happy and getting what's best for them. That includes herself, she's very hard on herself about the mistakes she's made and for the things she's done, the people that have died because of her. But it also means she pushes her party members into what's good for them and their well being! And she's always searching for solutions to whatever they might be dealing with, because her friends deserve good things happening to them.

How They Change: This is likely still a work in progress, as I'm only in Act 2 with Ambrosia, but so far she's learned to be a lot kinder with herself when it comes to her urges. She was actually able to open up to her party about what she was dealing with, initially out of necessity because of what happened at camp, but as time went on she realized she could trust them to help her through dark times.

Why You Love Them: Ambrosia was my... second? Third? D&D character ever. She was made for a Curse of Strahd campaign that sadly never finished. It makes me so happy to have her have a place again, and to get a story that has been so satisfying! I've always wanted to see how her story ends, and while a lot of her original plot was dropped (she ran like a redemption paladin, though mechanically a war cleric), she's still very much herself and it's just. So amazing. I'm hoping there's a happy ending option for Urge, because my girl has been through a lot, and I'd like to see her happy.

as a bonus for making it to the end of this post: here is my playlist of all of my ambrosia vibes music! it's all stuff from her old campaign, but most of them still apply. i'm going to make a bg3 version soon ♥

#thank you so muuuuch i hope this wasn't too much #sorry it took me forever to write. long day at work left me with little energy to think </3 #but i really appreciate it SO much #i hope u like my girl #i really need to finish her playthrough so i can finalize her story #bg3: ambrosia #ask

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mctna2019 · 9 months

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Seon-ho and Sung-rok relationship(1)

Since Seon-ho has other layers apart from being emotional he was an interesting and complex character so his relationships with other characters are very interesting. here is belong to him (although I'll put from other series and characters) and I want to write my personal understanding of his relationships with other characters (this time for Seon-ho and Sung-rok,the relationship that I'm sure has many fans, including myself)

They don't have many scenes together, but it is strong enough to make a big impact on the series, and one of the reasons for that is the complexity of both of them.

About Seon-ho: Well he is always in trouble for his situation (being a bastard and also his mother's social status) so he had a certain guard against everyone even if he doesn't show it (except Hwi, Yeon and to some extent Hui-jae because they never humiliate him for this reason) well, Song-Rok humiliates him (of course not because of being a bastard, we will talk about it in Song-Rok's section), so the beginning of their relationship is not good so we can't imagine they going to work together But the scene where Seon-ho tells Sung-rok that he will take orders from him one day is shocking, both because of Seon-ho's gaze and the fact that it happens right next episode.(Seon-ho has a calm and introverted personality, the times when he threatens someone seems to be very different, that's why I like those sequences so much) Seon-ho needs Sung-rok, Sung-rok is also abandoned and he needs new master , so Seon-ho takes the opportunity and their relationship moves forward more seriously. At first, there is no emotion (for either of them), it is just their mutual work commitment (especially Sung-rok). Song-Rok isn't a treacherous person and doesn't involve emotions in his work, this is enough for Seon-ho to keep him (actually, Seon-ho is never the one to leave Sung-rok like Lee Seung Gi) their relationship continues like this. until he get uses to Sung-rok's presence with him . Sung-rok keeps telling him the consequences of Seon-ho's decisions (for Seon-ho himself). But Seon-ho is so obsessed with Hwi that he doesn't listen to him and always gets into trouble while Hwi won't be there to save him (although Seon-ho knows everything before Sung-rok's words) when Hwi stabbed Seon-ho and this incident makes Seon-ho finally able to give up on him (I'm not stupid, he still hasn't given up on Hwi, he just managed to show him how broken he was for the first time in action), when Sung-rok tells him That touching dialogue about the relationship between a master and his warrior could be the point that Seon-ho becomes emotionally attached to him (or perhaps earlier, when he throws Seon-ho's sword at him with Yeon's ribbon he tied to it )To be honest, we know that until this scen he has been by Seon-ho's side, but right at this point, our perspective changes and we see him as an important person next to Seon-ho, who is like a family to Seon-ho in a way. He becomes an older brother and even a father that he has never experienced. Seon-ho tells him that he knows Sung-rok protects him , which means he's never careless about him, it's just that circumstances don't allow him to take care of Sung-rok as well (we know who I'm talking about).Seon-ho allows him to be with him in the attack on Bang-won's residence even though he knows he will be killed, maybe because Seon-ho knows how it feels to protect someone you care about, and he knows him well (like him) and on the other hand he has no attachment to life and he is sure that he'll be killed, he didn’t think that Sung-rok would die before him and this is such a big shock for him that he drops his sword slow down and give in to Bang Won to kill him (I really didn't expect that look and cry from him), then he grabs Sung-rok's body again and can't leave him. They couldn't tell their last words to each other(especially Seon-ho). He returned Sung-rok's sword, either because he knowed himself as guilty as ever, or because he wanted to die more than ever. When he thanked Sung-rok for everything, even though Hwi considered him his friend again and was by his side, I found him very lonely.

#my country the new age #my country: the new age #mctna #nam seon ho #hwang sung rok #I love them too #They could have been happy together #I'm not fool #They couldn't

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