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mnemomnemonomi · 8 months

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Roronoa Zoro x Reader : An Adrift Love

Hello everyone ! I finished translating the last One Shot I wrote on Wattpad. It’s still in third POV. I will now focus on creating a masterlist and rules articles to open the request for everyone !

Synopsis : Y/n is a young woman that was rescued by the Strawhat crew while she was adrift on the sea. She became acquainted with everyone and want to help them but a certain grumpy swordsman makes it quite difficult. But is it really that difficult ? Isn't Zoro just a misunderstood soul ?

Content : Y/n is not part of the crew, Y/n is hardworking, Zoro isn't honest, Zoro is surly not misogynistic, Zoro centered.

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An Adrift Love

It had been a few weeks now since Y/n had been aboard the Thousand Sunny, the famous ship of the Straw Hat crew. She had been very lucky to stumble upon a ship, and even luckier to stumble upon them!

She reminisced about their meeting as she looked out at the horizon. Half unconscious when the lion-headed ship appeared, she had felt relieved, saved. She wasn't going to die as she had feared. Then... she saw the famous Jolly Roger of the pirates, and for her, she no longer had any chance of survival. What would pirates do with a young woman like her, helpless and frail? Would she become a slave? Would they kill her? She would have preferred to die at sea rather than by the hands of pirates!

In the end, it was a man with a long nose and long black hair who exclaimed upon seeing her:

"Guys, I think someone here needs help!"

She had then heard fast approaching footsteps coming from where the long nose was, and she had barely had time to feel some sort of embrace around her waist before she passed out from exhaustion.

When she woke up, there was a creature with a big round pink and blue hat tinkering with scientific equipment. She had then sat up abruptly, only to lie back down groaning. She was so hungry that she couldn't do anything. The creature in question turned around somewhat panicked.

"Don't move, you need to stay in bed! Sanji will bring you food, but for now, you need to conserve your strength!"

"Wh-What are you going to do to me? You're pirates, right?" she had asked, half growling.

"For now, I'm going to heal you and get you back on your feet. Afterward, you can do whatever you want."

"-L-Lies... You're definitely going to do something bad to me!" the young girl had retorted.

"Why would we do that? We don't even know you, it would be strange to harm someone without reason..."

"... Are you really a pirate...?"

"Yes and I'm the doctor!" the little creature had smiled. "By the way, I'm called Chopper!"

"Oh um... I’m Y/n. Thank you, Doctor Chopper..."

It was at that moment that she had met a second member of the crew. A young blond man with twisted eyebrows and a slight goatee had knocked on the door and entered swaying.

"Mademoiselle, I'm delighted to make your acquaintance. I've prepared some treats especially for you, I hope you'll enjoy them," he had said in a charming tone.

"Sanji, here, is the cook of the ship. You’ll see that everything he’s cooking is delicious and good for you." explained Chopper.

"It... It smells so good..." the young woman had admitted, starting to salivate.

"Chopper told me that you haven't eaten in a while. I've prepared a special meal to get you back on your feet in no time! You’ll love it believe me! Oh and don't hesitate to call me if you need anything, Miss with the radiant beauty!"

With that, he had placed a plate full of food on the bedside table next to her bed and had disappeared from the infirmary.

That's how she had gotten to know Chopper and Sanji for a few days before finally meeting the rest of the crew and, most importantly... getting out of the infirmary to explore the ship! She had met all the crew members, and everything had gone well, even though a certain swordsman had been ready to slice her into pieces...

When Zoro had spotted her on the deck of the ship, he had immediately drawn his swords and yelled to everyone that there was an intruder. Of course, Sanji had come to her rescue, seeing that this "idiot swordsman" had dared to point his swords at "a beautiful innocent young woman."

After that, they had all gotten to know each other, and she had even played cards with Luffy, Usopp, Chopper, and Franky. The Straw Hat crew was really nice, and they were nothing like the pirates she had heard about... That's why, to thank them, she had decided to help the crew in any way she could. After all, they had taken care of her and were hosting her...

So she had helped Franky as best she could by bringing him the necessary materials in his workshop with Usopp. She had organized the books in the library by theme, being careful with Robin and Chopper's books. She hadn't dared to touch Nami's belongings, fearing she would mess up her cards and damage them. That’s why right nown, she was, taking a little break. With all these exercises, she was somewhat tired, and she felt a bit hot. It was Luffy who brought her out of her thoughts.

"Hey Y/n, want to come and play cards? Oh, and afterwards, why not play Pirate and Marine? (A version of Tag in One Piece)"

"Oh yes, I'm coming right now!" she replied with a smile.

A little heat was nothing! And it would pass! She rushed over to Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper to start playing. She owed them that, and it was fun to play with these three.

After several rounds of cards and Tag, Y/n began to feel out of breath from running around trying to catch Luffy. The captain was a real monkey! Usopp used his techniques to escape and hide better, while Chopper... He was smaller, and it was easier for him to evade Y/n’s movements. She decided to take a little break convincing herself that she was going back to chase them after a few minutes.

"Aren't you playing with them anymore?" asked a grumpy voice next to her.

"Ah! It's you, Zoro, I didn't notice you."

"It's hot, and the sun is beating down. I hope they don't get a sunstroke," he announced before leaving.

" Huh? Why is he saying that? They all wear hats..." she murmured.

"Hey, Y/n, we're over here!" Luffy shouted, waving his arms.

The young woman with h/c hair redirected her gaze toward the green-haired swordsman, then shrugged and joined Luffy. They played all morning, even though Chopper insisted that Y/n take breaks from time to time, saying she wasn't in the best shape yet.

She later helped Sanji prepare lunch, then decorated the table as nicely as possible. Of course, the cook was absolutely delighted that the beautiful young woman was assisting him. He would never say no to such a beautiful woman!

Sanji came out of the kitchen and announced that everything was ready. Luffy was the first to arrive and began devouring anything that looked like meat. Nami was by his side, correcting him by hitting him on the head while scolding him. Franky filled up on cola and then served Chopper and Usopp. Y/n watched the scene with joy and smiled. Well, she was still hot, maybe even more so than before, but she had cooked, so she thought it was only natural.

Zoro was eyeing the food with his open eye before looking at Y/n. It was clear that she was sweating much more than usual. He looked at the food again before closing his eye and sighing.

"Hey shitty cook, do you need someone to do your job properly?"

"What? Repeat that, two-bit swordsman?!"

"You heard me perfectly, you're so overwhelmed with work that you need someone to help you? And you call yourself the best cook..." Zoro added, opening his eye and looking at Sanji mockingly.

"I don't need Y/n to do my job. She wanted to help, who am I to refuse the assistance of such a goddess?!" Sanji replied.

"Yeah, right, just excuses. Well, if that's really the case, you can make us a lot of little dishes for tonight, all by yourself like a big boy, right?"

"Of course, I can! You brainless cactus head!"

"What? Are you picking a fight?!"

"Zoro... Sanji, wa-wait..." Y/n tried to intervene.

“So, twisted eyebrows, are you looking to get sliced into pieces?" the green-haired man retorted, beginning to draw his swords.

"I'm going to chop you up, you damn swordsman!" the blond chimed in, getting into a position to strike with his legs.

Nami got up, walked over to them, and scolded them while hitting them. The two of them separated and returned to their places, simmering with frustration. Lunch continued as Zoro and Sanji exchanged dark looks.

After the meal, Luffy fell asleep on the bow of the ship, Chopper cleaned and restocked the infirmary, Franky and Usopp locked themselves in the workshop, promising to invent something amazing. Brook played the violin for Nami and Robin as they read, and Sanji cleaned the kitchen. Y/n thought about offering to help the cook, but Zoro's voice stopped her.

"Oy, Y/n, come with me."

"But, um, I wanted to help San-"

"He doesn't need you. Follow me," Zoro repeated.

The woman with E/c eyes complied and wondered what the swordsman wanted from her. After all, she didn't really know him. He kept his distance and had this wild and somewhat mysterious side that piqued Y/n's curiosity but also made her a bit anxious.

Zoro suddenly stopped, and the woman, lost in her thoughts, didn't notice and gently bumped into the green-haired man. He turned his head towards her with a questioning look before Y/n blushed and apologized.

"Sit here," he instructed, pointing to a shaded area with a lounge chair and a cool drink.

"But why? Do you need something, Zoro?"

"Just sit, dammit!" he replied, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

The woman with e/c eyes complied and kept an eye on Zoro.

"Damn woman," he grumbled. "Okay, you stay here; I'll be back."

Y/n nodded, watching as the swordsman walked away. She wondered what Zoro was up to. She didn't know him well, and he had this enigmatic and wild side that both intrigued and unnerved her.

Zoro came to a sudden stop, and the young woman lost in her thoughts didn't notice, bumping into the green-haired man. He turned his head toward her with a questioning look before Y/n blushed and apologized.

"Sit here," he instructed, pointing to a shaded area with a lounge chair and a cool drink.

"But why? Do you need something, Zoro?"

"Just sit, dammit!" he replied, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

The woman with E/c eyes complied and kept an eye on Zoro.

"Damn women," he grumbled.

"Okay, you stay here; I'll be back."

Y/n nodded, watching as the swordsman walked away. She wondered what Zoro was up to. Up until now, the green-haired man's behavior made no sense. And what was with this habit of giving orders like that?! But on the other hand, if Y/n had really wanted to, she could have retorted, but she didn't really have the energy for it... And besides, it was one of the rare interactions she had with Zoro, so yes, she was quite curious to know what he wanted from her.

Zoro finally returned after a few minutes, carrying his enormous dumbbells. He placed them in the blazing sun a few meters away from where Y/n sat.

"Okay, we can start," Zoro announced, beginning to lift his gigantic dumbbells.

After a few minutes of silence, the woman on the lounge chair spoke up.

"Um, Zoro ? If you're planning to train, it means you don't need me, so I'm going to help Sanji, okay?" she said, somewhat disappointed by the turn her interaction with Zoro had taken.

"But are you even listening to me? He doesn't need you, so stay here," Zoro replied, his frustration evident.

"And why should I stay here, huh?" she asked, no longer understanding the conversation.

"... I need someone to count how many times I lift my weights..."

"But you usually do it alone!"

"Yeah, but it's hot out here, and we're in direct sunlight! I don't want to think that I potentially trained incorrectly because I miscounted due to the heat!" retorted the swordsman.

Y/n acquiesced and tried to make sense of their conversation.

"Fine, I'll just count, right?" she relented.

"Yeah, and you better not get lost in the numbers!" Zoro warned.

"Yes, yes, okay, let's start. 1... 2... 3..."

And so, for a good part of the afternoon, Zoro trained alongside Y/n, although she couldn't concentrate on counting the green-haired man's weightlifting repetitions for more than a few minutes. She ended up falling asleep with a headache. Zoro noticed and sighed.

"Some training partner you are... Well, it's not like I needed you to count. 153, 154…"

It was only a few minutes later that Nami's voice echoed throughout the ship.

"A violent storm is approaching! We need to raise the sails, everyone to their posts!"

"Huh? What's going on?" Y/n woke up, disoriented.

"Y/n, can you go down and place the cola barrels in the compressor? We're going to use the Burst to avoid being in the eye of the storm!" Nami commanded.

"Uh, yes, right away," Y/n replied, getting up suddenly.

She had to hold onto the lounge chair to avoid falling due to her lingering headache. She stayed still for a few moments until she got used to the sensation, then hurried to the Thousand Sunny's compressor.

Finally arriving at her destination, she quickly grabbed a barrel but underestimated its weight, causing it to wobble. She managed to catch it just before it fell and put it back in its original position. The task would be challenging given her condition and the weight of the barrels, but Nami and the entire crew were counting on her, so she didn't have a choice.

She tried to lift the barrel again, carrying it as best as she could to the compressor. She placed the barrel just at the foot of it and took a deep breath before putting the first barrel into the compressor. She didn't have time to celebrate this small victory before she heard the thunderstorm.

"I need to hurry!"

She quickly made her way to the other two barrels and almost lost her balance due to the turbulent sea. She grabbed one barrel and did as she did with the first, but with all this effort, her vision started to blur. Her headache felt like a jackhammer in her head, and she suddenly felt cold. She shook her head and took a firm hold of the barrel, lifted it, and positioned it.

"Come on, just one more," she thought while gritting her teeth.

She hurried to the last barrel, and despite the ship's swaying, she managed to get closer to the compressor. She felt her strength leaving her gradually, but she had to finish placing the barrels, after that, she didn't care what happened to her. Someone would surely come to check on her realizing she hadn't returned.

As she lifted the last barrel as high as she could, the ship was hit by a powerful wave that caused it to tilt. Y/n felt herself falling backward due to the imbalance, leading to the barrel falling on top of her. She closed her eyes instinctively, preparing for the impact, but she felt nothing except pressure on her back.

"Let me handle this," Zoro's voice rang out.

She opened her eyes and saw Zoro holding her waist with one arm, but with his other hand, he put the barrel on the ground. He then left Y/n and pushed the barrel into its designated spot in the compressor and then turned to the woman.

"You should have joined me in training after all. It's not with your feeble..." Zoro began, teasing her gently.

He stopped abruptly when he saw her condition. The young woman was red-faced, breathing heavily, and trembling. He put his free arm under her knees, lifting her, and asked if she was okay. She managed a faint smile before she fainted in his arms.

"Oi, Y/n! Damn it! Chopper, I need help!" the green-haired man called out, rushing back to the Thousand Sunny's deck.

"Zoro? What's hap—Y/n!" Chopper exclaimed.

"She suddenly passed out. She was pushing herself too hard, and-" Zoro explained, his concern evident.

"I suspected as much, I should have done something. Anyway, this is not the time. Zoro, take Y/n to the infirmary! Usopp, take my place!" Chopper ordered, his expression serious.

"Okay!" Usopp replied.

So, while Chopper and Zoro, acting as his assistant, tended to Y/n, the rest of the crew did their best to help as Nami gave orders until Franky used the Burst to get them safely out of the storm. Once they were at a safe distance from the tempest, Nami breathed a sigh of relief and asked Usopp about what had happened to Y/n. The others did their best to assist while waiting for Chopper to come out of the infirmary.

"Chopper, how's Y/n doing, my love?" Sanji asked, visibly worried, holding a tray with a drink.

"She's resting, and Zoro is keeping an eye on her. She overexerted herself while she wasn't fully recovered from being adrift at sea," Chopper replied.

"WHAT?! Why is that cactus head keeping an eye on her?!" Sanji exclaimed.

"Because he helped me examine her and reduce her fever," the doctor responded, not understanding where Sanji was going with this.

"WHAT?!?!" Sanji's imagination ran wild, and he felt a strong urge to strangle the swordsman.

Fortunately for Zoro, Chopper forced the cook to stay out of the infirmary, explaining that Y/n would need a good meal.

In the meantime, Zoro was sitting on the floor beside Y/n, who had been sleeping for quite some time. He watched her and got lost in his thoughts. He had tried to make her understand to take it easy, hadn't he? The hat, the shaded area with the lounge chair... It seemed he hadn't been direct enough. But this girl troubled him.

He had a strong desire to protect her, admired her dedication to everything she undertook, even if it wasn't her expertise. But seeing her push herself and neglect her health to please the entire crew irritated him. He never wanted this to happen; in fact, he was the only one who had noticed that Y/n hadn't been feeling well lately.

"Damn woman," he sighed, scratching the back of his head, frustrated with his reaction to Y/n.

It was at that moment that he heard the sheets on the bed rustling. He raised his head and approached the bed where the young woman who troubled him lay.

"Complaining about women again?" Y/n asked weakly with a small smile.

"No just you. You're quite the troublemakers. Are you stupid or something? Overworking yourself like that," replied the green-haired swordsman as he approached T/p.

"Sorry..."

"Don't apologize, idiot. You better recover quickly, or I'll have to deal with you," Zoro replied, flicking her on the forehead.

"-Ouch... No need to do that..."

"From now on, you'll stay with me, so forget about the others. No more 'I'll help the others,' especially Sanji. Got it?"

"What?" she exclaimed, sitting up before feeling dizzy and falling back on the bed.

"You're not in a position to negotiate, so stay in bed and listen to me."

"And why should I stay with you, anyway? It's not like you specifically need me to train," the young woman admitted, somewhat demotivated.

"That's true. But if you're not near me, how can I look after you?"

"But I don't need anyone to look after me," Y/n began before seeing the gentle expression on Zoro's face, who had a slight smile.

It was the first time she had seen this expression on the young man, who always seemed serious and tough. After a few seconds of silence, she felt herself blushing realizing what he implied. She covered her head with the sheet, not wanting Zoro to realize she was blushing. However, the sheet didn't stay there for long, as Zoro took it and made sure he could see the young woman's face.

"Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Zoro asked, returning to his usual expression and getting incredibly close to her.

"Y-Yes..." she nodded, struggling to meet the swordsman's eyes.

"That's good then," he finished, planting a kiss on the young woman's forehead.

Y/n couldn't help but turn bright red, unsure of how to react to the advances of the young man. Lost in her thoughts, Zoro was already at the infirmary door and announced, with his back turned.

"I'll say it again, no Sanji within 10 meters, and now rest. I'll be here when you wake up," he said before leaving the infirmary and closing the door. Now, Y/n couldn't wait to recover as quickly as possible so she could see the unexplored side of the swordsman, who, despite his rough exterior, hid a caring young man.

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decepticononline · 5 months

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TFP Knockout X Breakdown “Tell me you need me.”

This is a secret santa gift for a discord server I am in, dedicated directly to @neonhoneycomb ! Merry Christmas 🎄 I enjoyed writing this!

Warnings: NSFW, size kink, medical gore, angst, spike comparison, squirting.

The hologram target fizzled out of a view, which caused the ex-wrecker to growl in frustration. His rapid vents exhausted one after another as he retracted his blaster in defeat. He'd been in the training room for almost the whole cycle to work on his shooting aim now that he was… impaired. His non functional optic made all forms of combat almost impossible. He couldn't make a clear shot to save his own aft, let alone his partner's.

Before Breakdown could exit the armoy room, his comm system loudly pinged. A slew of cybertronian curses fell past his dermas when he saw the comm was from Knockout. That indicated to him that he had been absent from the med-bay for far too long.

“Need something?” With a nonchalant tone in his voice, the navy blue deception tried to play off the situation. It wouldn't work, but there was a 99% chance that if he didn't sound like he was doing anything wrong, then maybe he wasn't.

“Do I need something?! Great question because what I need is some assistance in the med-bay.” Even without seeing Knockout's face plate, it was obvious the mech was highly irritated.

“Got it. I'll be there in a-” The comm ended abruptly, and Breakdown's singular beaming yellow optic rolled in its socket. Over the comm Knockout had sounded like he'd blown a few and a half gaskets since he'd been gone, and that made him much more resilient to take any longer to return.

Upon heading towards the med-bay, the mech passed by two badly cauterized vehicon drones, one of them still leaking energon onto the deck plates of the ship. Knockout must have been too busy to repair him correctly, but it didn't look severe, so the vehicon could walk it off… eventually.

Two red glaring optics followed the ex-wrecker's movements as he entered the med-bay. If looks could kill, Knockout would surely be vaporizing him with just his vision right about now. The red medic didn't offer a greeting nor a chastising remark as his silence was more than enough to do the trick.

“Sorry, got carried away in the armory.”

Knockout still said nothing while he cauterized a gaping wound in the shoulder-plate of another vehicon. He took his time with this one as the injury was fairly deep into the cybernetic metal. Knockout gestured to the data pad on the medical berth, without saying a word Breakdown knew he wanted him to start logging in the Vehicon’s credentials for an injury report. On his way to the opposite medical berth, the ex-wrecker let a servo graze against his partner's hip strut.

“Don't you dare start.”, a deep chuckle rumbled within Breakdown’s chassis as he tried to calm his highly displeased lover. The reaction Knockout gave him didn't make him feel any less determined with his goal.

“I need a set of sharp pliers. There's a bullet fragment still in here.” Knockout's digit inched into the deep cavern of wound the vehicon drone shuddered with pain. The sensitive protoform within his shoulder-plate was exposed, and leaving the fragment in there would never let the gouge heal properly.

“You know I'll give you whatever you need.”

“How about you drop it?”

"How about you hold it."

Knockout's red optics widened, and he debated on whether or not he should hurl the cauterizing scalpel at the larger mech. “Enough!” The red medic said with a hiss before snatching the pliers out of his partner's servos.

After removing the plasma bullet fragment and completing the cauterization of the wound, the Vehicon designated as ST3V3 was evicted from the med-bay. Knockout shut the sliding doors and began logging all the services perfomed for that cycle within a data report for future reference. He had never seen so many patients at once, especially not when there weren't any instances of Autobot retaliation.

“This cycle has been one of the worst in awhile -” Knockout's digit tapped rapidly against the datapad screen, furiously filing his own report. He knew his paint job looked like a wreck and that he would need a good polish and wax after a cleansing station visit.

“- You weren't here helping because you decided to go frag off to the armory room.” It wasn't often Knockout needed to scold the other mech. He was usually resourceful and there when he needed him, lately Breakdown’s been consistently absent from his duties and refusing to pick up extra shifts with him. The mech declined going out on a patrol of a newfound energonmine, which Knockout deemed to be completed out of character for him.

“I'm still missing almost every shot, I can see but at the same time I can't see slag! Everything just looks off, I've never felt so useless.” Both of the ex-wreckers servo’s slammed down on the medical berth in front of him out of frustration.

Knockout's posture softened, and his optic ridges slightly raised. Breakdown was being… vulnerable around him, this was rare. He knew the mech had been having some difficulties accustoming to his sight with the subtraction of an optic, but he wasn't aware of how critical the situation was. If anything he thought the mech was toughing it out like he did with everything else.

“Your vision, it'll take some time to restabilize. The lack of an optic is going to make things hard for you, but it won't be impossible.” The medic approached his partner and let his servo grasp the side of his faceplate. He'd never seen such defeat on the decepticon ex-wrecker before.

“And you're not useless. I wouldn't be able to do this without you, and you know that BD.” The dermas of the two mechs came into contact with one another and that gave Breakdown all the permission he needed to pick up the smaller mech and pin him down on the medical berth.

The size difference between the two of them wasn't as severe as it may have been amongst other cybertronian relationships but it definitely gave Breakdown the upper hand at being able to maneuver Knockout how he wanted. The connection of oral receptors continued as Knockout slipped his glossa in and danced it along Breakdown’s, enticing him of what was further to come.

The ex-wrecker's thick digits circled around Knockout's interface panel before the plating willingly slid down with a hiss. The aroma of the red mech's dripping valve filled the med-bay, and Breakdown broke the kiss.

“You're already ready for me?”

“You think I didn't enjoy your antics earlier?” Knockout vented deeply as Breakdown pressed a digit at his entrance before slowly sliding it in.

His lubricating slick coated the intruding digit, and the quick clenches of his valve walls urged it to start pumping. A growl left Knockout's vocal capacitor when a second digit joined refuge within his valve. Breakdown knew exactly how to angle his digits to make the medic's frame twitch and heave. A loud moan erupted from Knockout when one of Breakdown's digits began rubbing circles around his outer-node.

“Tell me you need me.”

“Frag- I do!”

“Then say it.” Breakdown quickened the pace of his digits, and the lewd slick noises only became audibly louder with the furthering of Knockout's pleasure and excitement.

“I need you!” The medic's sharp digits dragged along the underneath of the medical berth leaving gashes across the underside. Breakdown's servo was showing his valve no mercy as it shamelessly guided him to a long and drawn out overload. It didn't take long for Knockout's walls to start to spasm and small spurts of lubrication to erupt from his valve. He rode out his climax with a guttural groan and a very brief rev of his engine.

Even the interface panel housing his errect spike slid off to allow him to leak thick beads of blue transfluid from his tip. Only when the medic was coming from his high did he pay attention to his partner's thick spike leaning up against his own. Their size difference wasn't just on the outside, as Breakdown was a good size and a half larger than Knockout in the spike department.

Knockout could swear to primus they were made for each other with how well he'd fill his valve when they interfaced. Breakdown lined up the tip of his spike against the soft mesh valve folds in front of him before pushing forward to enter. The entry was quick and painless as Knockout's frame knew this game the two of them would play all too well.

A beep went off on the docked datapad stationed at Knockout's desk, which indicated that there were new inbound patients to the med-bay. Knockout looked back over at the mech, who was currently still inside him, who bared the expression of a sad cyberfox pup who'd just been told to stop.

“We're finishing this. They can wait... Besides, I still need you.” A smirk appeared on his faceplate, telling his partner that the two would have a much longer cycle ahead of them...

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riddlerosehearts · 10 months

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idia/vil is such a sweet and interesting ship to me and does not deserve to be a rarepair i'm serious. this might end up a bit incoherent and disorganized because i'm not great with words, but listen. the thing is that while on a surface level idia shroud and vil schoenheit--a nerdy shut-in with anxiety who likes to game all day and a mega famous celebrity who's strict about self-improvement--might seem completely incompatible, their actual interactions show us that that just isn't true!!

like, for example idia's starsending robes vignette is a big one!! the way that vil sees idia trying to hide when he's supposed to be at the ceremony, and idia says he's terrified that people will make fun of him, that he's not like vil and can't just go out and not care what anyone think the way he does. and then vil... tells him he's wrong, that it's the opposite, that he cares so much what other people think but has enough of a grip on himself that he can ignore it and appear confidently in public. the way vil admits to idia that they are so much more alike that he thinks.

also, the way that (in this fan translation at least, as well as in other TLs i've seen--the localization translates it to have the complete opposite meaning, for whatever reason) idia then says "so in other words, you've got to level up your ignore skill", and instead of getting annoyed at him for translating his advice into video game terms vil just says "isn't that obvious?". he's going out of his way to try and give idia genuine advice and is willing to speak his language to get him to understand it. he even does a similar thing later on in book 6, when he tells idia that it's worth taking chances because after all, the star rogue protagonist took his chances and went from zero to a hero.

and on that note, book 6 is so good for them. book 6 has idia get all excited and carried away while infodumping about star rogue, only to abruptly lose his enthusiasm and start talking quietly and stuttering. and who is it that tells him he shouldn't act so embarrassed and that they weren't judging him? it's none other than vil. vil who also shows an interest in gaming, much to the surprise of idia who believed, in his own words, that a "sparkly, gorgeous supermodel" like vil couldn't possibly like any of the same things as him! but no, vil wanted to try out the games they had and vil expressed a desire for idia to talk about his passions without fear of being judged. vil enjoyed playing star rogue and he was glad to discuss the movie adaptation with idia and ortho.

it's also vil who, when idia expresses his disappointment at the star rogue sequel being canceled and his wish for the original team to get back together and create a sequel that would be made with passion behind it, is the only one to genuinely understand where he's coming from (as opposed to jamil who's like "is it really that complicated?" and leona who suggests that he just throw money at the creators). vil is the one who encourages him to take a chance at doing what he can to make that wish a reality, to let the original team know that there's a passionate and loyal fanbase waiting for a sequel, and tells him that he just generally shouldn't give up on changing his future and achieving his dreams before he's even tried. of course ortho heard this advice too and took it very much the wrong way, but vil showed a surprising amount of understanding and support for idia and i feel like it was exactly the kind of thing he needed to hear.

also. remember the scene in disney's hercules where hercules temporarily gives up his godhood and his youth by diving into the underworld to save megara? because vil literally did the same thing to save idia. yeah, he may say he only did it for plot reasons, but like come on, how am i supposed to just not ship them after they parallel one of my favorite disney couples like that? vil is a world famous actor and model who was terrified of aging, and he still took such an insane risk!! i'm sure idia would have a crush on him after that.

i'm trying to wrap this up now because it's already too long but also idia has actually been said to have great fashion sense as his online persona and shown to enjoy cosplay and dressing up on occasion (for example, he went all out on his pumpkin knight costume and this hasn't made it to EN yet but he liked wearing the masquerade outfit). vil had pretty high praise for his design sense when he saw ortho's burst gear. and vil gets along incredibly well with ortho and is in the film club with him post-book 6, which is something i imagine idia would appreciate a lot. the contrast between them and the things they unexpectedly have in common are just so neat to me.

so, in conclusion,

i love them and i think they should be boyfriends

#twisted wonderland #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #vildia #idiavil #vilidia #i am once again forcing everyone to think about my favorite rarepair #okay also i didn't think this was relevant to the main post but like. consider.#height differences make everything better right??#but vildia doesn't have a height difference! they're both 183 cm!#EXCEPT. apparently vil usually appears to be taller because of his 13cm/5in heels #which means they CAN have a super cute height difference. idia can lean on vil's shoulder...#also i think it would be fun if vil finds out idia actually has a bit of interest in fashion and is like SUPER surprised by it #like the reverse of idia finding out vil is interested in gaming #and they should play animal crossing and do couples cosplay together #also i have no idea if the localization for that one vignette is more accurate than the fan TLs i've seen or not??#but the fan TL version just makes more sense to me #okay i'm done now sorry #idia x vil #vil x idia

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moonlighter-at-midnight · 1 year

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ror | shiva x reader | the hot spring screwup

hi there! this is my first writing piece in yeeeears so sorry if it’s booty. i originally was working on a buddha chapter piece but got this idea and decided to post this first since it’s just a little one off thing. the idea of the reader’s character is basically the same as the one that i will be writing about in the buddha piece. so if you like this, be on the lookout for that release! also, i have only watched the anime so what I know is solely based on that (with some additional research courtesy of professor google) so if there are any inaccuracies, i apologize! anyway, please enjoy! ♡

warnings: nudity, no sexy time but heavily alludes to it, basically straight up mentions wanting to bang shiva

spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️/5

You sigh dreamily as you step into the steaming water, sinking down until you were submerged from the neck down. Your tense muscles unraveled and the dull ache of your wounds waned, sending you into a state of pure euphoria. In life, you had fought in a myriad of brawls, but none quite like this. It was a battle of souls, a bout that would affect humanity’s fate, and against a god no less. However, you had managed to overpower your opponent in the very end, saving your soul from decimation and adding another triumph under humanity’s belt — and all at the cost of a badly broken arm, cracked ribs, and bruised lungs. Despite the advanced technology and medicine of the god realm, it did little to quell your pain. Thankfully, one of the nurses told you about the incredible hot spring, and you were all too pleased to learn that the bandages were infused with some type of magic that allowed it to get wet. Valhalla was sure an interesting place.

The idyllic silence is abruptly broken when you hear several pairs of feet shuffle into the area. You grumble quietly at having to share the divine space. You were not in the mood to interact with people especially if they were gods. That was the very last thing you wanted. But, the hot spring seemed spacious enough and paired with the heavy shroud of steam, you’d probably have very minimal to no contact with whoever else had entered. As long as you stayed in your little nook at the far side of the spring, they wouldn’t bother you right?

“This was a good idea. I’m getting riled up and tense waiting for my turn to fight. If only old man Zeus hadn’t browbeat me into letting him take my turn. This will definitely help loosen me up.”

You freeze, your once relaxed muscles stiffening at the sound of the booming voice.

What?? Is that a man’s voice? It couldn’t be.. No, it has to be a mistake…this is the women’s hot spring…maybe it’s just a woman with a deep voice. Yeah, that’s it..a woman with a deep voice, you think to yourself trying to assuage your panicking mind. Your breathing grows shallow as you nervously listen for affirmation that these were indeed women. Females. Girls. Fellow vagina owners. And not men.

“Always itching for a fight huh Shiva? Glad to know you haven’t changed,” another voice says as multiple laughs erupt into the air.

Your stomach drops, and you feel like it’s falling out of your butt as your fears are dismally confirmed. Not only were they men, but at least one of them, if not all, were gods.

Fuck me.

You try to ever so silently press yourself against a rock in the farthest corner possible, dipping yourself lower into the water so that you were only visible from the nose up. If it weren’t for the thick steam emanating from the spring, you surely would have already been noticed.

The water sloshes and ripples as the men make their way into the spring, causing your anxiety to further skyrocket as your chances of a clean escape begin to dwindle. You had to get the hell out of here. You try to devise a plan to flee undetected or at least without your identity being discovered. If you ever meet the legendary Mulan, you’d have to ask her how the hell she did it. But, here were the cold, hard facts: You were butt ass naked. At least five to six men were here, probably all gods, one of them being the all powerful Shiva. The exit and your towel were on the completely opposite side of where you were. You had a broken arm, broken ribs, broken everything really; you were in no condition to fight.

Plan A: Jump out of the spring from where you were and run like hell. High risk of slipping, falling, breaking your neck, and then having your dead, naked body discovered by a bunch of male gods. Next.

Plan B: Walk across the spring and hope that you don’t get noticed. High risk of getting caught and bumping into someone who will kill you and then having your dead, naked body discovered by a bunch of male gods. Next.

Plan C: Swim underwater. The water seemed clear enough. However, your lungs were bruised, and although not fatal or very serious, that put your breath holding capacity to maybe like five seconds. Ten if you were feeling daring. Not to mention you had only one good arm. You were sure this plan would probably also lead to your dead, naked body being discovered by male gods. Next.

Plan D: Quietly stay behind this rock and hope they leave without ever detecting your presence. Hmmm. Alright, (y/n), okay. I might be on to something here. They haven’t discovered me yet, and they’re probably on the other side and are totally not going to come over here. No risk of being discovered dead and naked. None whatsoever.

You nod to yourself, stupidly confident in your plan and so totally absorbed in your own thoughts that you failed to notice the white haired, smoking man that had peered at you from over the other side of the rock.

“Who are you? Why you hiding behind this rock?” the man asks nonchalantly.

You jerkily pause your head mid-nod and slowly look up at him. At this point, you were still only visible from the nose up. And just like that, your plan had gone up in flames.

“Well? Are you going to say something or are you just going to hide in the water?” he speaks again.

“Indra, who are you talking to over there?” yells one of the men.

“I found some guy hiding over here. Varuna, clear the steam will ya?”

Suddenly, the dense haze of steam dissipates. You peek out from behind the rock and are confronted by five other pairs of intense eyes. The white haired man, who you gathered as Indra, gets down from the rock and joins the rest of the group. Among the men was a blue man with an elaborate headdress, a long, white haired man with some sort of weird mask over his face, a large, tan man with purple beads around his neck, a black, spiky haired man with four arms adorned with several tattoos, and last but not least, the one with the most intense aura of them all — a purple, four armed man, with a third eye in between his eyebrows. You gulp.

This isn’t good.

“Yo, who are you and why are you hiding?” says the purple guy aggressively.

He locks eyes with you as he approaches. You instinctively scoot back. As you watch him scrupulously, something in his demeanor and appearance tells you that this guy is Shiva. And if it you weren’t so unnerved and being backed into a corner by him, you’d say he was actually quite hot. Too bad he was probably going to snap you like a twig.

“I’ll ask you one more time before I force the answer out of you,” he asserts, cracking his knuckles to emphasize his point.

You feel your body slump in defeat. There was no way out of if it. You were out of options and better to maybe try and explain yourself instead of foolishly staying silent. You take a deep breath through your nose before standing up fully. It was the first time you felt truly blessed for being vertically challenged as the water was about chest deep on you, covering your goods.

Everyone looks at you with some degree of surprise and shock as they realize that you’re a human woman. Shiva specifically gazes at you hard. Something about you seemed familiar, although he knew he’d never seen your face before. He would never forget a human who looked as exceptionally stunning as you. But then it clicked. The broken arm, the (y/c) eyes — you were one of the Einherjar. He had witnessed your fight earlier, but your all black shinobi outfit revealed nothing but your eyes, thoroughly concealing your appearance. You had been introduced with only the first initial of your given name revealed which further added to the obscurity. He, the other gods, the humans, and the legends passed down about you, all speculated you were a man, but clearly history was very wrong. Regardless, he was too enamored in the battle itself to have paid any attention to the individuals fighting in it. But now that you were in front him, fully exposed and vulnerable, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He also couldn’t help but observe the way beads of water sensually glided down your body and into the valley of your breasts, disappearing into unseeable territory — territory he wanted to explore and conquer. And the way you shyly looked up at him through your lashes only made him curious to know what that pretty face would look like when he did it.

Shiva smirks. ”A human huh? You were that one fighting earlier weren’t you? (first initial f/n) (l/n) right?”

You couldn’t help but feel incredibly flustered from being basically naked in front of bunch of a men whose eyes were all on you. Especially Shiva’s. You could feel him unabashedly scrutinizing every inch of you, his eyes darkening with desire. Your face burns red, and you look away.

Damn, he has me so hot and bothered. Why is he so good looking?

“Yeah, that’s me…you can call me (f/n). Uhm, look I don’t want to cause any trouble so if you could just let me pass, I’d really appreciate it…” you manage to utter.

“Go right on ahead,” Shiva says, still smirking. He steps aside making way for you to pass. The other men follow suit.

Why does this seem too easy?

“Thank you…also, could you guys turn around?”

The other gods glance at each other and shrug and start moving at your request. All except Shiva of course.

“I prefer to watch,” he says impishly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Your eyes widen, and you snap your head towards him. “But!” you start to object.

“You can walk out yourself or I can do it for you. Which one will it be, Miss (y/n)?” His smirk only grows wider. The other gods only shake their heads at his antics.

A shiver runs down your spine. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know what the latter meant (or maybe you did), but you had set your mind on getting out of there. Taking another deep breath, you start making your way out of the water. You put your good arm across your breasts as the water level curtails the closer you get to the edge of the spring. Shiva’s eyes remains fixated on you, not daring to miss a single moment.

Here goes.

Taking the final step out the water, the cold air swathes your naked body and you break out in goosebumps. You briskly rush to your towel in a desperate but futile attempt to cover your ass from Shiva who’s enjoying every second of it. You try to ignore his scorching stare on your backside as you finally grab your towel and wrap it around you, gripping it tightly with your good hand. You sigh heavily.

So much for not letting the gods see me naked. But at least I’m not dead and naked.

You’re about to head towards the exit when a hand grips your towel, jolting you forward into them. Your startled eyes come face to face with Shiva’s devilish ones. You somehow maintain the grasp on your towel, although it becomes dangerously close to being pulled off you. Your eyes unintentionally trail down, half relieved to see a towel around him, yet half disappointed. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Shiva who could only revel in the reactions he elicited from you.

What is wrong with me?

Normally, you’d never let someone toy with you like this, never mind this overwhelming sexual desire you had for this man. But the carnal look in Shiva’s eyes, his sexy smirk, his muscular physique, his tantalizing, brazen demeanor — it was enough to make you putty. You couldn’t imagine how you’d act if he touched you.

“(y/n), you know what? I decided I don’t want you to go. Why not stay with me from a while?” His grip tightens on your towel, his knuckles grazing your skin.

You shudder at the slight brush of his skin on yours. It feels like an electric shock has run through you and into your very core. As you consider the tempting offer, a little voice in the back of your head starts to emerge from the depths of your lust smitten brain.

No matter how hot he was, he was still a god. Someone who wanted the destruction of humanity and who undoubtedly would be participating in Ragnarok on the side of the gods. The answer is obvious. I should say no… plus I mean, like, a god and a human? Is that even allowed? There’s just no way. I can’t just do naughty things with him…right?

“I should really go..” you say half heartedly, clearly conflicted.

“It wasn’t a request (y/n),” he says, his eyes darkening as he pulls you against him.

Before you’re able to respond, someone clears his throat behind you. You both look to see the other four armed god, a pair of arms resting on his clothed hips and the other pair of arms crossed loosely at his waist. “Shiva, you should let her go. Don’t force her.”

You almost object to his usage of the word force but decided it would be best to keep your mouth shut.

“Ahh, Rudra. You’re always so serious. I was just having some fun,” Shiva responds light heartedly, loosening his grip on your towel. “But, I guess you’re right! You know best!”

Before you had a chance to protest, Shiva had already let you go and was headed back towards the water, a pair of arms nonchalantly behind his head. You stood there, stunned at the abrupt loss of his closeness and touch. Feeling disappointed would be an understatement. You turn and manage to mutter a thank you to Rudra who nods his head in acknowledgment before also heading back to the water where the other gods had silently been watching everything unfold.

You watch Shiva as he descends further into the spring, his back facing you. You sigh dejectedly. Steam begins to fill the air again, but before Shiva is completely engulfed, he looks back at you, smirk plastered on his face as he winks at you. Your face flushes, and you could feel heat rushing to your core. Something told you that this wouldn’t be the last time you would see him.

extra scene

You hastily leave the hot spring and into the locker room. As you start to change, you replay the events of what happened in your head. The more you think about it, the more increasingly irritated you become. You were unsure if it stemmed from pent up sexual frustration or from being cornered in a potentially perilous, but completely avoidable, situation. Whatever it was, you were peeved and wanted to take it out on someone, and you knew exactly who. Once you’re fully dressed, you storm to the reception area of the hot springs and furiously approach the front desk. The same teen who checked you in was still there, face still buried in the same magazine as when you had first arrived. If he had taken his eyes off his magazine for two seconds instead of just waving you over to the male side, you wouldn’t be in this mess.

“Excuse me!” you say sharply, slamming the key card down on the counter. This spooks the teen boy into dropping his magazine, face twisted in bewilderment and fear.

“Y-Y-yes ma’am? How can I be of service to you?” the young kid stutters, scared shitless by the cross look on your face and the intense aura you exuded.

“You waved me into the male side of the hot spring! Do you know the kind of mess you got me into?! Do I look like a man to you?!”

His eyes widen, mortified. He had only hoped nothing bad happened to you. He couldn’t afford to lose this job. His mom would kill him.

“I am so sorry ma’am! No, of course I don’t think you look like a man. I must’ve made a mistake when I scanned your key card!”

He was sure that all the key cards he had scanned today belonged to all males, but even he couldn’t deny that he never really paid attention to the actual person coming in and could’ve easily made a mistake. He takes the key card and scans it, scouring the information on the computer. He looks at the screen then looks at you then back at the screen. Well no wonder he waved her over to the male side. She raises an eyebrows questioningly.

“Is something wrong?”

“Uh, your name is (f/n) (l/n) right?”

“Yes, and?”

He turns the computer screen to you. A picture of you in your fighting attire served as your ID picture and in bold letters under “sex” read male. It suddenly all made sense. You can only snort at the revelation.

“I’m sorry ma’am! I believe there was a mistake when creating your key card! I can get that fixed up. We just need to take a new picture and change you over to female-“ but before he could finish, you snatch the key card from him.

“Nope, that’s okay! That’ll be all! Thanks!” you exclaim hurriedly, setting a generous amount of bribe money down on the counter before scurrying away.

Maybe I can “accidentally” run into Shiva again.

You smile giddily to yourself as you fantasize about your next encounter with the devilishly handsome god.

The teen watches you run away, dumbfounded. “I need another job,” he complains to himself. He gathers the money and slowly grins to himself as he counts the stack of bills you left. “Or maybe not,” he says to himself, tucking the money into his pocket. He had a feeling he would probably be “accidentally” waving you over to the male side again.

shoutout to those who caught the mean girls reference! sorry if you read this nonsense lol i kept editing and rewriting for days and eventually got fed up and decided to just post it. hopefully, i’ll get better at writing!

#shiva #shiva ror #ror #record of ragnorak #anime #fanfic #shiva record of ragnarok #rudra ror #rudra #snv #snv shiva #snv rudra #shiva x reader #shiva ror x reader #ror x reader

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andreas-river · 1 year

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Never Ending Nightmare [Simon "Ghost" Riley X GN!Reader]

Summary: During a night, Simon is haunted by a nightmare that seems almost endless, until you wake him up.

Warning: angst, mention of blood, mention of character death, description of death scenario, mention of mental health issues, nightmares, hurt/comfort.

Disclaimers: I do not own any MW characters. English is Not my first language.

A/N: this oneshot deals with important and difficult themes, which may not be for everyone.

READ AT YOUR DISCRECTION!

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It's probably midnight.

Later, maybe. 1 AM? 2 AM? He doesn't know.

The night is darker than usual, the moon is covered with clouds, and he can't even see his feet.

How he ended up here, in a forest, far away from everyone?

He's moving without a direction, hoping to find some light, something, or someone to show him the way.

The rain starts to fall, he can feel it everywhere, even in his mask.

Why is he still wearing it?

He stops, trying to remove it.

He doesn't want his balaclava, not now.

But it's like someone glued it to his face, to force him to hide his real himself from the world to himself.

He hears someone crying, it's so familiar, yet so far away from his memory.

He tries to run, but the rain soon became a wave, investing him with his primordial force.

How long has it been, standing still in the same place?

The clouds are not here anymore, the moon finally lights up the ground.

But the only thing on the ground is blood.

Blood everywhere. On the grass, on the trees, even in his hands.

A bigger tree is in front of him, and a shadow on the log captures his attention. A rope is tied to it, and a body hangs from it.

Your body.

But he knew that. He knew about your depression, of your bleeding arms, always covered by white bandages, now tinted by your cuts. He knew about your uncontrollable cryings that always lasted for hours, with you ending up falling asleep in his arms, his calm heartbeat calming you.

But not this time.

This time you ended up falling asleep forever, away from him, but finally away from your endless pain.

But without a chance to save you.

"...It's okay..."

It's your voice, calling him from elsewhere.

But how?

His hand grasps the sheets, his breathing ragged while he mumbles something in his sleep. His body moves violently, while you gently try to wake him from his nightmare.

A terrible one, you can say.

His face is twisted into a grimace of pain, you didn't see him like this in months.

You move his head in your abdomen, stroking gently his hair with one hand, whispering to him gentle words.

"Calm down... it's okay, everything's okay now..."

His eyes opened abruptly, flicking from one point to another of the room, then reaching your figure, a wave of realization hitting him like a truck.

He doesn't say anything, and neither you; he only slowly places his head in the crook of your neck, his breath now steady and regular.

His calloused fingers are now tracing the scars in your arms, almost healed.

But then he remembered: he saved you.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #one shots #short fic

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mantisgodsdomain · 1 year

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[Image Description: Screenshots of a discord chat. Participant's names have been censored. Full transcript below cut.]

Blue: ...new thought thinking about how vi and hoaxe are direct narrative foils

Purple: owo???

Blue: just!!! thinking about narrative foils in general kabbu's got the beast, a traditional antagonist in the way of directly hindering what kabbu's trying to do leif has a more abstract foil in the zommoth, with the horror and dread of "is this what he would have become?" in one of those "scrooge looking at his own grave" things he actually has two, one in the form of the watcher to a lesser extent but vi? well she doesn't appear to have anyone ...except hoaxe

Blue: two neglected outcasts going down drastically different routes in search of the same goal they both want to live cushy, comfortable lives, being accepted and revered, but they go about it in different ways vi has something to prove, both to others, and herself. she accomplishes it through greed, not even after the money as much as what it represents: power, a power she's been deprived of her whole life. bees don't get the power to choose what they are, they even barely get to choose who they are, and she wants that to change and hoaxe, disoriented from being thrown abruptly into a whole new world, down to different water and sky, seeks survival, and survival means power. he wants to survive, and he sees his opportunity in the form of the crown, throwing away everything he had for a shot at what he thinks will save him from suffering in this strange land and he succeeds. but in doing so, he ends up becoming the antagonist to everyone else, not knowing how to handle suddenly having all this power, and goes to war to try to seek the next step, because… well, what now? it wasn't built up to, his mind hasn't registered himself as "i am safe and will survive" yet, it all happened so fast and that instinct to live still remains, even if he's no longer under any threat

Blue: so, what's the next step of continuing to live? seeking everlasting life.

Blue: the difference between hoaxe and vi is that vi could adjust to her steadily increasing fame and fortune, handling it well and responding properly to suddenly having more influence on the world, while hoaxe threw himself head first into it and went crazy with delusions of what he was supposed to do now one was earned, and thus was prepared for. one was a random chance, and it was like winning the lottery. what now?

Purple: this is excellent

Blue: vi and hoaxe's parallel is that vi had a plan, hoaxe didn't, but so many of their actions are similar both are willing to kill for their goal both can be incredibly antisocial both are, by far, not good (moral) characters

Blue: vi seriously considers leaving kabbu to die twice (and a half, considering how she tries to run at the end), shows no compassion for leif when he was possibly dead or injured throughout chapter 1 (web scene and post-river scene, since leif didn't wake up for a while), and managed to get kicked out of a place that canonically hosts blackmailers, gamblers, murderers, and peddlers kabbu outright calls her vile she's possibly the furthest thing from a hero that isn't a villain, but she manages to grow as a person and learns how to use her newfound power that she was always after properly hoaxe on the other hand, he was thrust into a position of absolute control with no prior experience, no one showing him how to rule, and no one offering him guidance and someone to fall back to when it got too hard the thing about hoaxe and vi? if vi was put into hoaxe's position, offered a chance to get, not just power, but revenge on the hive? she would take it, and she would go exactly the way hoaxe did she'd see no problems in having the mentality of "a queen is not meant to serve! a queen is meant to be served!" because all her life, she's been pushed into a role "for the queen" without barely ever seeing her, she's locked behind giant guarded doors after all, plus the whole "obey your mother, mother always knows best" culture would start to ingrain itself as "the queen is absolute", and if she had the opportunity to control the hive more than queenhood ever could provide? she wouldn't hesitate to take it

Blue: and hoaxe? if he had someone to put his trust into, to be honest with and even look up to to a point, someone he could truly confide in and get help in achieving his goals of having a safe, comfortable life? i doubt he would have ended up different to vi in the end of things

Blue: love it when the hero and villain are effectively the same person

Purple: this is So Very Neat and i adore it

Blue: bug fables is a glorious goldmine of "they didn't plan any of this, did they."

Purple: it really do be just gotta. get cohered a bit

Blue: love these bugs. they'd hate being compared to each other so much

#we speak #bug fables spoilers #bug fables #writing #long post #just remembereed we've never posted this fucking thing #anyways. bug fables tag look at this ramble from september

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lets-try-some-writing · 2 years

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Optimus & Bumblebee Headcannon (part 1)

I know a lot of people have probably already done this but I have some cute little headcannons for Optimus and Bumblebee, they are just too adorable to not have any.

Origins

I imagine Bumblebee was picked up by the Autobots not long after he and the other newsparks emerged from the Well.

Knowing that there would be no more newsparks from that point onwards, the Decepticons swooped on in and grabbed as many newsparks as they could before proceeding to slaughter the rest.

By some miracle Bee ended up surviving the attack after falling into stasis among the bodies of his fellows.

The Autobots turned up not long afterwards but there was little for them to salvage.

Optimus refused to cease rescue efforts until every newspark was confirmed to be offline, however finding cold frame after cold frame did not do anything good for his mental health.

Eventually, and much to the relief of every Autobot present, he found Bee.

Optimus took every precaution in getting Bee back to base safely and refused to leave his side all throughout Ratchet's examinations.

Thankfully Bee was not seriously injured, a gash on the leg but nothing to worry about.

When Bee woke up he immediately attached himself to Optimus, instinctively knowing the Prime meant safety.

Optimus humored him for a while, coddling the newspark and humming old lullabies he didn't even remember learning. He even felt the beginnings of a bond fluttering in his spark as Bee reached out to him, desperate for parental love.

However Optimus, being Optimus, and despite his own growing urge to take on the role of primary Caretaker for Bee, firmly clamped down on the fledgling bond.

Fearing Bee would be in unnecessary danger by associating with him, Optimus left as soon as Bee went into recharge.

The whole base heard Bee's cries when he woke up and found his rescuer gone.

It didn't matter who looked after Bee, he was completely inconsolable without Optimus.

No amount of energon goodies, toys, or other forms of entertainment could cheer the newspark up.

It eventually reached a point where Bee began refusing energon, falling into a depressive state.

After being threatened several times with a wrench and very angry Ratchet, Optimus found himself back in the medbay comforting Bee and convincing him to refuel.

After finishing refueling Bee excitably cuddled up against Optimus, relishing in his presence before proceeding to joyfully coerce the Prime into playing with him.

Optimus knew he should reject Bee's growing affection towards him but seeing the newspark check every few seconds to ensure that he was still there struck a chord in his spark.

The true depth of Bee's attachment to him was only driven home when Ratchet pointed out Bee must have felt, being saved and lovingly cared for by Optimus, giving him plenty of time to imprint on the Prime, only to then be promptly abandoned for an extended period of time.

Feeling guilty and at last relenting to the continuous tug on his spark, Optimus allowed a bond to form between him and Bee, officially making the newspark his mechling.

Just a random drabble

Optimus: *lovingly cares for Bee, acting as a proper Sire should and finally getting a chance to improve both his and Bee's mental health*

Ratchet: Yes

Optimus: *leaves abruptly*

Ratchet: Wat.

Optimus: *Proceeds to avoid Bee*

Ratchet: The Frag!?

Optimus: *Continues to avoid Bee because of Primely responsibilities and thought processes*

Bee: *Becomes depressed*

Ratchet: Scrap this! *Picks up wrench and ominously approaches Optimus*

Optimus: *A little shaken and fearful*

Ratchet: Get your sorry aft in there! Or so help me Orion I will tear the plating off your protoform and hand you over to Megatron personally

Optimus: B-but I don't want to endanger hi-

Ratchet: Aft. Medbay. Now.

Optimus: *Does a complete 180 and heads to the medbay immediately to finally bond with Bee*

Ratchet: Yes

#transformers prime #transformers #headcanon #optimus prime #tfp optimus #tfp #bumblebee #father son relationship #father son bonding #transformers sparklings #ratchet #fluff

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lumpofwhump · 1 year

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Bad Things Happen Bingo: Scalding

...AKA, more Lighthouse Whump

Whumpee abruptly jerked awake as his chair tilted under him, crashing backward onto the floor with enough force to make him bounce before his head hit the floor. Through his swimming vision, he saw Whumper standing over him, staring down with cold fury.

"I hope you enjoyed your rest," she spat. "Thanks to you, there's a shipwreck down on the rocks."

Whumpee's eyes went wide and his stomach dropped even further than it already had from the fall. "W-what? I'm… I'm sorry, I -"

Whumper bent down and yanked him up by his now long and unkempt hair, bringing him only inches from his face. "Do you think that matters to any of the people out there?"

He whimpered in pain and cringed before her fury. "No! I just - I couldn't help it! I, I can't…"

"Do you think I want to hear your excuses?" Whumper snapped, shaking him in her tight grasp by the head. This only added to his dizziness. "All you had to do is keep the light burning, and make sure the ships could see the rocks."

And clean, Whumpee thought resentfully. And mend your clothes. And fix anything that breaks. And…

"It really isn't much to ask for saving your life," Whumper continued, as if reading his thoughts. "And for not turning you over to Her Majesty's Navy." She let him fall to the floor again without warning, prompting a frantic yelp. "You wouldn't have stood a chance if you'd been transported."

He looked down, knowing she was right.

"It's already midday. Go boil the water for lunch, and then we'll talk about how to make sure this won't happen again." Whumper's tone suggested that this conversation would not end well for him. He swallowed, beginning to shake despite his best efforts, but nodded and backed away toward the stairs to go down to the kitchen. He didn't dare turn his back on her, not when she was in this kind of mood.

Waiting for the water to boil just gave him time to think about what this "discussion" might end with. If he was lucky, he'd just be locked in his tiny room without meals for a few days while Whumper carried out his duties, if only to prove how expendable he really was if hi proved to be too much trouble. If he was unlucky…

His had ran over a cluster of scars on his shoulder from when she'd slammed him into a window hard enough to crack the glass. His room had never been particularly warm, but since then it had been too drafty for him to get a good night's sleep.

His shoulders tensed as he heard footsteps coming down the spiral staircase, and only then did he realize that the water had already reached a rapid boil.

Whumper entered with a look of disgust, shaking her head.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad this time, he tried to reassure himself. At least he hadn't burnt anything…

"Would you like soup or -" he started, but broke off as Whumper strode over and grasped him tightly by the arm and thrust his hand into the boiling water.

He had a long second before the pain hit to realize what had happened and dread how bad it was going to be. And then he started screaming.

He tried to wrench his hand out of the pot, but Whumper was stronger, holding his arm in place for one second, two seconds, three, four, five, as his skin started to blister grotesquely under the bubbles. Finally she let go, and he pulled his hand out, gasping as tears streamed down his face. He couldn't bear to make himself look at his hand, so instead his eyes involuntarily drifted over to Whumper. He whimpered at seeing that she was hardly less angry than she'd been a moment ago.

"The other one," she commanded, reaching out her own hand.

He shook his head with a sob and pulled away on quivering legs. "N-no, no please, Whumper, I can't. You know I need to… please…"

"What did I say about excuses?" she asked in a low, dangerous voice.

Still, Whumpee couldn't make himself move.

Whumper's eyes lit up in fury at his disobedience, and she grabbed for the pot, lifting it and preparing to throw its contents on Whumpee.

He cowered and scrambled away, but she continued toward him, backing him into a corner. He raised his trembling, as-yet-uninjured hand in self-defense and then surrender with a defeated whine. She gave him a stony glare and a long moment of anticipation before roughly dragging him and the pot both to the table and thrusting his hand into it as soon as she'd set it down.

This time there was no delay between the scalding and the screaming.

As soon as she let go of his arm, he pulled away sharply, so much so that he spilled the rest of the pot onto his legs. His sobs turned into still more shrieks of pain as the boiling water made contact with the ragged remains of his pants and shoes. His legs gave out under the shock of the pain, prompting yet another scream as his burns made contact with the floor.

Whumper watched him impassively, eventually shaking her head at this display. "Get up," she said contemptuously.

"B-but my hands…" he said weakly, only to be met with Whumper's narrowed eyes. He bit back another whimper as he put his burnt and bubbling hands to the floor up onto his blistered, reddened feet, stumbling forward and nearly collapsing.

"And get those off," she snapped, gesturing to his pants. "Because of your carelessness, they'll need to be replaced."

Whumpee sniffled and staggered off to his room to clumsily peel the pants off his scalded legs. For once,the cold wind blowing in through his broken window felt something like comfort.

That night, Whumpee pushed through the agony of every task, and for that matter every movement. Trimming the wicks. Keeping them lit. Cleaning the floors and windows till they were spotless on burning hands and knees. There were no ships to guide to safety that night, but Whumpee stayed awake all the same.

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#lighthouse whump #lady whumper #fugitive whumpee #servant whumpee #manhandling #scalding #begging #hurt no comfort #bad things happen bingo #if I keep writing this I'll need to name these characters #and if so one of these days I'll actually give this whumpee some comfort #sorry if there are typos my cat was trying to get my attention while I typed this up

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greenhappyseed · 10 months

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MHA 395 leak reactions?

Well, I’m purposefully not looking at scans until the official is out — this is a chapter where I really want to experience the hi res art and official translations at the same time.

With that said, I don’t think this is the end of anything. Seriously. I really don’t see any major character deaths in MHA, to be honest. It just doesn’t fit the character arcs Horikoshi has built up. For example, in this case, neither Ochako nor Himiko have truly faced their fears. They’ve finally connected and shared their red string of fate/blood but…Ochako hasn’t told Izuku or their friends how she feels. Or how she thinks she might have felt, if you read her “I fell in love with Izuku” as past tense or comphet. The point is that Himiko confessed easily and Ochako hasn’t. Meanwhile, Ochako has teenage friends and is a “normal” schoolgirl (as far as elite UA hero course attendees go, but Ochako recognizes that privilege). However, Himiko has never lived openly with her quirk while having the proper support she should have had all along. She falls in love so easily, and sees love everywhere in a world full of fear, yet she has never had a chance to truly embrace her capacity for love. To me, it’s similar to how Katsuki hasn’t yet had his big “save to win” moment fulfilled, and how Izuku hasn’t yet told Katsuki all the “image of victory” stuff …. or how he feels, generally. We haven’t seen Toya have a meal with Shoto. We’ve only seen the very start of Enji’s atonement with a few words. We haven’t seen Hawks address Twice in a meaningful manner. For MHA to end abruptly without even hinting that any of these things are happening feels wrong. It’s not an “ending” as much as a stoppage, and I just can’t see Horikoshi doing his beloved characters dirty like that.

Of course, characters will die in this final battle. Edgeshot comes to mind. He’s prominent enough to “matter” but doesn’t have his own arc or hero’s journey. I can also see AFO dying, because he’s the big bad. Maybe Stain goes for the heroic sacrifice, since that’s in keeping with his ideals. And I can see Kurogiri dying because, well, he’s already dead and has been for over a decade. (Plus, I think someone will “die” to prove Gran Torino’s point that killing can be a form of saving, and Kurogiri fits that bill.) But no major character deaths. Similarly, I’m not convinced Eri will rewind everyone; there’s too much damage to too many characters. I suspect many will live on with their scars unless Overhaul gets involved.

To quote Neil Gaiman, we all need to wait and see. I’m really excited to see the art on Sunday!

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha 395 #mha 395 #himiko toga #ochako uraraka #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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katyahina · 1 year

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Bloodborne characters motivations rundown (note to self + headcanons)

Okay, so, since Bloodborne characters are so multi-faceted and open to interpretation, I often lose track in all my thoughts about what IS their point in lore as people! So uh, yeah, consider more like a self-reference to stop getting lost in multiple ideas, but I thought I’ll post here too.

The Nerds

Choir (in general): Seek guidance of the Stars that is somewhat blind and sheltered, they are only allowed to see and learn what they ‘must’ see for the ‘greater design’ they are not allowed to question as lower lifeforms. The faith is “salvation”, for transcending the filth and idiocy that humanity supposedly is.

School of Mensis (in general): Pursue objective truth of reality, without any interpretation. They are ready to forsaken any earthly attachments and human morality just like Choir, but for knowledge and autonomy, not for specific deity’s plans about “betterment” of humanity. If anything, they do and always will NEED the ‘cattle’ for sacrifices, so advancing all humanity is not in their interest.

Micolash: Is ready for the most desperate measures and to break every possible human taboo to escape the clutches of how the world works (even beyond just the corruption under Moon Presence’s reign). Ironically, despite being the leader of Mensis, he fails to truly deliver its spirit in the end, as someone wagging his tail before Kos no better than what Choir people do for Ebrietas. He sees his fanaticism as justified though because Sea provides infinitely more vast and morally-unaligned knowledge than Stars.

Imposter Iosefka: Turns people into Celestial Emissaries, effectively connecting them with ‘Stars’/Moon that means sacrifice of humanity and autonomy of mind, as means to save them from becoming beasts instead. A true new course Choir member.

Willem: Seeks knowledge from the Stars all the same but is willing to retain autonomy and instead cooperates on his own terms. His interest is way more to advance the humanity than to forsaken or “overcome” it.

Yurie/Julie: Doesn’t catch up with the new course Choir and is in much more agreement with the way Willem puts the pursuit for enlightenment. She is unwilling to rip the bandage with Rom’s concealment and gives Micolash’s madness fair benefit of the doubt because muted effects of the Bloodmoon through the concealment might slowly guide humanity to passively evolving. Like a sound that you can’t hear but is still causing a number on your brain. But more importantly - she refuses to harm or doubt Rom no matter what.

Damian: He saw the true face of the power behind the Stars, something everyone in the Choir either never faced or are in denial about, and can confirm Julie is wrong; Mensis Ritual will only make humanity suffer with hunt and beasts slowly and forever, so it is better to reveal it so everyone suffers abruptly but for at least the chance to stop Flora, even if it means many people will turn into beasts and Rom gets “killed”.

Edgar: He changed his opinions having spent a lot of time near Micolash and being able to acknowledge how limited Choir was. In his new mindset Choir is even more insane than Mensis since despite doing just as many sins they also pretend they have “good cause” and refuse to accept some harsh truths going against what’s sacred for them. However, he doesn’t swear blind loyalty to Micolash either and agrees with Mensis teachings on his own terms, nor he fully ditches Choir teachings he did hold dear and keeps some things (like Rosmarinus for example). I’d call him the case of an NPC awakening, but he never was an NPC, he is an individualist and a logician to the core.

Caryll: Feels strongly about human language being extremely limited and far too many problems caused by miscommunication. His goal is not to listen to the guidance of Great Ones, but rather to use the inhuman noises as the medium of creating a perfect nearly telepathic language that doesn’t allow misinterpreting. Hence why some runes he popularised are contradictory, or even “heretical” (ie Vileblood’s Corruption). Freedom of speech, baby!

Patches: Very Mensis-leaning. Nightmare Apostles basically were beta-Mensis! They never had the bright idea of suppressing the will of self, so most went crazy. Patches keeps learning more things but as someone that kept his identity free, he has enough fun and self-indulgence with it as well.

(Yeah, he did TURN into a monster, this bit is from interview ( x ))

Archibald: Believes that everything has a good cause to exist and if something is possible to utilise or learn more from - no religious or moral restrictions must serve the basis for rejecting it. Naturally, that brought him going against both Healing Church’s prohibitions and Choir’s taboos, so only in Mensis he could feel at home.

The Hunters

Maria: Seeing what terrible things humans end up doing for more knowledge, and what terrible things they become, she refuses to compromise (unlike Rom). As a helper in Research Hall, she had faith in “salvation” from the Stars since she was last alive even before Choir or Mensis, so she’d nudge patients to pursue Stars rather than Curse or Sea.

Brador: “Teaching fools doesn’t make them smart, it makes them dangerous fools”. Not brainwashed by the Healing Church, but rather blackpilled: in his opinion, exposing the Healing Church will not solve the problems but rather let a NEW corrupt system appear on its ruins, and there is no guarantee the new one will be as easy to navigate in and control as this one. Humans will be humans, everything is on its place, ‘lesser’ people can be just a mass and the tools in the hands of ‘knowing’ people, all that. He’s blackpilled, dude.

Simon: Believes that knowing the truth about their history and ideals will ensure that humanity can learn and do better. Additionally, after having discovered Hunter’s Nightmare, he thinks if people learn of true nature of blood “healing” and hunt they will stop the system, ie less people will end up getting blood-drunk and sent in Hell.

Djura: Came to believe hating beasts is pointless as they are simply what is found in every human and everyone could end up like this too, but realises that if everyone stops hunting then beasts will just eat people and society will end... He respects autonomy of choice and approves of hunting those beasts that are loose and dangerous, just don’t touch beasts that Just Exists and can’t harm anyone anymore.

Valtr: Believes everyone possesses the germ of evil in them, it is just a matter of when it will show up. Although many years of this approach led him to believe “nothing deserves to live”, at the core of it is just the wish to hold the world together with a firm discipline. Humanity can’t become pure, but all evil could be stopped in its core, before a person actually COMMITS it.

Gascoigne: What Valtr thinks, but less deep and complex. Destructive, if anything. Why letting someone live long enough to unleash the evil within, if they could be killed before they DID anything?

Alfred: Restless too, but targets evil that already had manifested itself rather than some complex ideas of ‘preventing’. The downside is that whether who he deems evil actually hurt anyone or not is irrelevant for him; he hunts to exterminate and not to actually protect or contribute anything. Note him not being able to sleep while Annalise, a helpless woman that can’t even spread religion that’s heretical to his church, is as much as alive, and him being the only summon in Old Yharnam where beasts that can’t hurt people above reside.

Henryk: Continues hunting very aggressively, wishing to die in battle and not from old age or, god forbid, from turning into a beast and hunted. Lurks around Byrgenwerth, having heard that a ‘secret’ in there could unlock some HARD EXTRA BOSSES!!!1! if slaughtered. What would that mean for innocent citizens? Shhhruuuuug. This one is also not my own conclusion, but a thing lost in translation ( x ), as localization instead picked the ‘his parthnership with Gascoigne led to his tragically long life’.

Younger Madaras: Loyal to Valtr and his vision of evil (the Impurity) like a dog. He welcomed civilisation and humanity as a concept through Valtr’s lense.

Yamamura: Something about his tender heart didn’t agree with Valtr’s ways, however, he is too stubborn to admit “weakness” so even after having not seen the League in a long while he continues to try and seek Vermin even if it’s driving him crazy. (He has courage and pride and sense of justice, but isn’t ‘dead inside’ enough for the Mission.)

Gratia: Fights for everything good and against everything bad. Nuff said. She has extremely well-developed intuition for good intentions though, so it is not as easy to manipulate her to be a weapon in the hands of injustice and corruptions as it seems.

Henriett: Honors the ways of Old Hunters and deeply resents what Healing Church became and how it forgot Old Hunters ways. Seeks to dismantle the system and bring the Hunt in the way Gehrman intended it, however is willing to release Laurence and Ludwig from the Nightmare from mercy alone. General Hunter outfit that is just bootleg Old Hunters wear is popularised by her.

Gehrman: At the core, is up to hunt everything that is not a human (anymore). He hates Beasts and Kin and ‘monsters’ all the same, however tangled his fate with Moon Presence only to win time for Laurence and the Healing Church. Having an immortal-for-the-night Hunter could help to sustain the beasts while the “nerds” (see above) seek for the way to advance humanity for good. He was sealed back in time of Willem’s approach (advance humanity, not erase it), so it seemed like a fair sacrifice. He keeps his duty still, determined to not let any other person to suffer this fate.

Eileen (and all Hunters of Hunters): Mercy-killing blood drunk hunters before they turned into a beast. Since very first HoHs, no hunter wanted to live long enoug to lose their humanity anyways.

Bloody Crow of Cainhurst: Like guardians of Annalise do, he seeks Blood Dregs within blood-drunk hunters for Annalise, and job of Hunter of Hunters is a perfect access to them. He is long unable to reach Annalise though, and their telepathical blood bond has faded, so he is simply committed to this duty out of habit. When you consume a Blood Dreg it gives you +1 Insight though, so I think he consumes them himself, aspiring to eventually reach the Vileblood hivemind through Insight alone. Not an impossible task though; he can swear he senses ‘something significant’ stronger and stronger with every next one. Inspired by this confusing bit:

Logarius/Rogeriusz: Having killed the King taught him that Vileblood royals cannot just perish and their wrathful spirit is unstoppable, hence he can’t kill Annalise and instead has to keep her hostage. Partially it is also because of forming an amalgam with the King (think of when Aldrich ate Gwyndolin). At this point he is aware of the Healing Church’s schemes to nourish hostility against Vilebloods to justify breaking in and taking Annalise’s child of blood (and establishing enough control), but believes simple people will benefit more by counting on a sweet lie and a honourable legend.

Ludwig: Has faith in the things smarter than humans like every other character in this darn setting, that slowly grows into fanatism. Unlike average Choir fanatics though, he is in the direct contact with the Moon without the Stars ‘filter’ before it, but it grew on him slowly and insidious enough to not let him get revolted and horrified before it’s too late to have ANY critical thinking.

Forgotten Madman: He heard about Ludwig’s discovery and ran off from Choir while they were not looking with his butler/servant/escort. To meet the power BEHIND their Ebrietas! He tries to do so by emulating the conditions in which Ludwig met the Guidance - by setting an analogical sword in Arcane light and staring intensely. What a great plan.

Izzy: Sympathises with ideas of Fauna the Great One Beast and is willing to bring beasthood within men UP to start the new era of humanity, instead of repressing it (like Healing Church), exterminating it (like other hunters) or transcending it (like Choir or Mensis or earlier doctors). In her eyes, it is the true form of the humanity, not the flaw of it!

Josef: Average successor of Izzy’s ways, tries to discover the true power and meaning of beasthood in Loran where it first came from. By the way, there is enemy variant of him that even shares the face data and existed prior DLC, that IS called イジーの後継 (Successor of Izzy, localized as Izzy’s Admirer). So yeah. lost fanboys.

Queen Killer: A veteran of Cainhurst crusade that was still aching for the noble battle and had his power and vigour useful for Mensis to reach Queen Yharnam. Was left in the dungeons to die though. He is just surviving now!

Antal: He can’t simply dismantle School of Mensis, of course, but doesn’t have the heart to just run away despite not being able to take it anymore, so he simply helps whatever prisoners he can to run away.

Yahar’gul hunter in Church’s cells: Was someone who shared Antal’s mindset but he did decide to run with Yamamura to help him, Simon and Gratia to get to the bottom of some secrets as someone who heard a thing of two in Mensis but was afraid to let Yamamura run alone.

Yahar’gul hunters in general: Were glad to serve School of Mensis after the “normie” (blood ministration oriented) Healing Church started the blame of foreigners and they got under the rug (note how 5 out of 7 Yahar’gul hunters we saw are not white). Currently are okay to stay there working with residing Pthumerians. They forgot the meaning of the hunt long ago and are too caught up in rituals and alike, kidnapping more victims for Pthumerians to make The One Reborn from. Just can’t go back to normal beasts hunting after being in contact with so much insanity, but do acknowledge that they are fighters rather than scholars.

Bone Ash Hunters: They know exactly what brought doom in the very nature of Pthumerians and humans and set themselves in fire to cleanse from the ‘sin’ everyone that has blood has. As Pthumerian lore bits suggest, they guard the Great Ones so nobody messes with them again.

Other people

Laurence: Genuinely cared for humanity and thought there was a good way to advance it on humans’ own terms, and not by listening to Great Ones like Willem offered. Improving ‘broken’ humanity by using ideas of humanity that IS ‘broken’ and therefore offers ‘broken’ ideas by design, huh... He is quite machiavellian and acknowledges many sacrifices and immoral decisions should be made for the greater purpose. What he had to do to accomplish his goals reflected the EXACT cruelty and hubris that he wanted to save the humanity FROM though, so his descent into beast increased upon realisation and despair.

Adeline: She has always felt broken and insignificant, within heavy depression, and blood ministration, and soon - Research Hall - were seen as her lucky ticket to become someone ‘meaningful’. This mindset helped her to wade through all horrors of the Sea with eagerness and joy, nothing the Sea could show her about nature of the world or her own mattered if she could learn how things REALLY were and overcome it.

Amelia/Emilia: Removed whatever successorship there might be after her but doesn’t have any idea on how to improve the situation or face the backlash by trying to be truthful with people, as someone raised within Church’s walls and mentality. I mean, who can she ask how to change Yharnam to the better? Remaining fanatics that won’t listen, or people who are already hostile to the church? So she just awaits her end and hopes when Healing Church crumbles with her death, things will somehow solve themselves.

Iosefka: Not as radical as her twin sister, however, now forever feels strongly about drawbacks of the “healing” blood, so she makes sure to clean it from red and leave only parts that actually heal. Not as effectively as ‘true’ blood, but it is a blood clean of what causes beasthood or Frenzy. She just wants to treat people with clean consciousness as a true good doctor, no matter how much time and effort it takes.

Blood Minister: He insists that any newcomer gets transfusion of the healing blood before entering Yharnam, as it is virtually impossible to survive without any at this rate. Someone with ‘clean’ blood would attract aggression of beasts even more than any other human, and everything Arcane would cause insanity from the slightest impact. It is like getting a vaccine before entering a heavily virus infested place.

Afflicted Beggar: He survives, and used to be a bit more restricted and reluctant about such a life. He became a beast not over any transfusion, but because of ancient curse of his Loran descendance having manifested. Naturally, he holds a FAT grudge against Hunters (and society in general) for throwing themselves to meet such fate when he had no choice. The life of having to lurk and hide and be lonely because nobody will try to help him with anything but the bullet in the head taught him to even ‘enjoy’ this existance, and hunt more humans than he actually needs to survive.

Annalise: Pthumerians were seeking to conceive children of blood to stay in touch with the cosmos and magic on different terms than those who care for celestial larvae, and Annalise’s reign is around where Vilebloods rediscovered this practice. She lost one such child because of Executioners but doesn’t mind trying again.

Adella: Only kills Arianna if she gave Hunter enough of her blood, and only kills hunter in this scenario after Bloodmoon. So, what Alfred is, but much more tame, only snapping after a person fails their “chance”. Just an average brainwashed church person. with the knife

The Great Ones

Rom: She hides horrors of the cosmos, however leaves small penetration through her barrier for those with enough Insight (ie ‘you can seek the truth if you are ready or want it, but people who are not prepared should be spared and do their thing’).

Kos: She used to guide the bulwark between mortal world and cosmos like what Rom does now but without any influence. However, she has a lot of humanity for a Great One and wished to care and love rather than use, hence the village of people that became fish/slugs that worshipped her, and a half-human infant. Her echo lived through Micolash and Rom to offer true life and wisdom to those that are strong enough to seek the Sea and to curse those that inadvertently follow the design of Moon Presence (so, the blood-drunk hunters). She is very weak and wounded though, and even those that overcome horrors of the Sea to hear her will essentially get the “Go away to your precious Moon! :/” from her (that’s essentially the Milkweed and alike runes). It is massive trust issues even for those that believe they want to learn her wisdom - again, a very human trait.

Wet Nurse: She was one of the crowlike beings that lived on the Sun and descended to Pthumerians to give them pyromancy to withstand the beasthood. Having seen that mortals never learned and repeated the same sin, she collects Messengers appearing after every night of the hunt to make them into heads of Winter Lanterns, to spread the message about true nature of the Hunt and the Moon. They transmit ‘Hunt the Great Ones’ + ‘Three Third Cords’ on high Insight level, alas, in most cases, people just explode in Frenzy spears. Frenzy is uncanny understanding of what is going on with the world, as well as reaction of the blood to crystallise into weapons. As someone who lost blood by descending, she also never was able to have a child of her own, so she took Mergo.

Flora / Moon Presence: Oh boy. Ohhhhh boooy... She has been a corrupt and controlling Great One from the start, but the one willing to grant protection in exchange for autonomy. Her unborn infant was killed and consumed right from her guts with her, and at this rate grief and wrath ensured she is more cruel and insidious, she is a bit like a beast herself, even. She hides her true nature and motives behind the image of Stars.

Oedon: They WERE Flora’s unborn child! They only exist as the voice in the blood, and are the reason why upon touch of arcane and alike it has properties to petrify or crystallise (check blood gems, especially circular, and Frenzy spears made of person’s blood). This IS the sin that Bone Ash Hunters burn themselves for. Oedon urges the Hunt and the bloodshed deep on unconscious level of humanity as means to reconnect with Flora. Frenzy spears are both the person realising they must hunt Flora and Oedon screaming ‘MOM!!!’. Because, again, this Great One’s true nature is bloodspill.

(I talked about Frenzy a bit more in this ( x ) post! Also, yeah, apparently, Oedon’s pronoun is ambigious in JP original. Translator Last Protagonist uses it and Aruki Mania walks around to not use any pronouns.)

Ebrietas: The only Celestial larvae that lived to adulthood, and the greatest (no pun intended) tool in the hands of Moon Presence, however largely unaware of her true purpose and the horror behind her. Whatever she did realise she’d deny or didn’t care about enough. She weeps for humanity and wishes it salvation and advancement, whereas Flora benefits from the cycle of sin, hunt and suffering. There is an awful hypocrisy and uncertainty that leaves unclear whether the (reigning) deities are upset by wars and madness of humanity or feed off of it, as Flora, Ebrietas and Oedon are united like Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Ebrietas’ affiliation got shaken though and some of her blood, too, became red and not grey, when Rom ascending and being used caused her Grinch heart moment.

(Internal names source: ( x ))

Amygdalae: Children of blood and antipodes of celestial children, offering not salvation but “forbidden” knowledge, they are demons when celestial children are angels. One must be strong willed and capable enough to trade with them though, or else they themselves will become sacrifices, as Amygdalae eat people to grow stronger.

Fauna: Opposed Flora’s controlling design from the very start and rooted for the mortals to discover all opportunities and mysteries of the world and their own nature. He currently exists as just an echo, only sustained by ones like Beast-Possessed Souls and undead Darkbeasts. Bolt is HIS magic though - symbol of a light that can be used to find one’s own path, rather than cosmic light like stars or moon that has it’s own design in plan. Fauna is not a fanmade name by the way, but appreared as cut content! ( x )

That’s all I think! Missed just a few characters, but I think I won’t get confused by them. I mean, Arianna survives the way she can, Sceptical Man is being a boomer, all that. xd Thank you if you read to this point though!

#bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #multi character post #not art #text post #bloodborne theory #i was going to just make a small messy post in my personal blog #but it was getting longer and longer and more solid....#so i decided to post it here instead!#i only post something in this blog once per month or less anyways

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ozzie-starfur · 4 months

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short written preview of my season 5 webcomic/illustrated fanfic (haven’t decided which it will be. I’m quite busy with work as well).

Slight spoilers for the plot!

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Malcolm regard T’pol with a concerned expression, the Brit’s eyebrows raised to punctuate it.

“I have not lost my mind.” T’pol insisted, weary of such accusations. Malcolm shook his head, taking a seat across from her on a curved bulkhead.

“No, I don’t believe you have.” He began seriously, “in fact, out of all of us you may be the most sane.”

T’pol was silent, but finally looked up at him. There was the ghost of a question reflecting on her features.

“The Captain disagrees.”

Malcolm folded his arms and leaned forward, “so be it. T’pol, if there’s any chance Trip is still alive, no matter how slight…”

She nearly jumped when he stood again, the poor women in a more haggard condition than any of them had ever seen before.

“You said you’ve made contact with him in your dreams…and while meditating.”

“More than that.” She confirmed gravely, “I can feel his pain. Hear fragments of his thoughts.”

“That doesn’t sound like a dead man to me.”

“I have been unable to convince the Captain. He is engaged with a series of groundbreaking diplomatic conferences…logically, I understand his skepticism..”

Malcolm frowned placing a hesitating hand on her shoulder. “Then we don’t convince him. We must take this into our own hands.”

T’pol abruptly lifted her gaze to his, “what you are suggesting is—“

“Potentially the only way we can save Trip. We cannot afford to wait for these conferences to end if he’s as injured as you’ve described.”

Another fleeting moment of silence between them. Then she finally stood, hugging herself consolingly.

“Then we must prepare. It will be difficult to leave Enterprise without calling attention to ourselves. And even if we succeed…a shuttlepod cannot go to warp. We will likely be found quickly once they realize we are gone.”

“It’s settled then.” Malcolm nodded, extending his hand to her. Then realization dawned on him and he retracted it quickly.

#star trek ent #star trek enterprise #t’pol #malcolm reed #trip tucker #star trek fanfiction #st ent #vulcan telepathic shenanigans

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danmainacc · 2 years

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MY REASON | TWO

pairing: leonardo hamato x black! fem! reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: angst, character death, fluff, tooth-rotting love, depression, trauma, limes, profanity, i’ll add more if i remember

a/n: so this is a rottmnt movie fic, with heavy emphasis on the time during the apocalypse. and i spell Kraang like this. i just feel like it makes sense. oh, and Leo gets sent into the portal along with Casey. this is so self-insert omg

and ik it seems like the reader cries a lot, and it’s cause she’s an emotional crier like me. i’ll cry when im happy, angry, sad, frustrated, the whole nine. and like i said before, this is very much self insert.

(10 years later)

...

“No,” you dismissed, your voice dangerously low. “We’re not doing that to him. End of discussion.”

“But, (n/n), if there’s a possibility--.” “He is just a boy, Leo! I’m not about to let him think he’s the only person who can save the world, some martyr for the cause!” you snapped, abruptly sitting up from your seat.

A floating flame appeared above your head, it’s intensity stronger than usual.

Since you were a fire-yokai, you had the ability to turn into literal fire, thus, when you get too angry, a flame floats over your head.

“He wouldn’t be a martyr, just an...intervention, of sorts,” Leo winced, the word martyr making him think of the worse.

“You’d be sending him to his death. Or traumatizing him at the very least,” you glared, Leo gulping heavily at your icy stare.

“Well around here isn’t much better. The Kraang close in by the day, and we’re running out of options,” Donnie sighed, motioning his hand to the window, which displayed the gigantic Kraang bots in the far distance.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your closest friends, no, your family, were actually debating whether or not to send your adopted son to the past someday soon, to stop the Kraang invasion before it could happen.

“I assume you’ve already calculated the probability then,” you turned to Don, him take the deep sigh and pulling it up on his wrist.

“It is, quite literally, a billion to one chance,” he stated, his hologram pulling up a skull and crossbones.

“And there’s no guarantee that I would send him to the day it went down, or any time around then. Something like this has never been done before. For all I know, I could send him to colonial times,” Mikey explained, throwing his hands in the air at the last part.

“April,” you pleadingly asked, looking for some sort of assistance, but she only hung her head.

“We gotta face the facts. We’re outgunned, out-manned, out-numbered, and out of ideas. This may be our only chance.”

You balled your fists, angry tears beginning to well in your eyes. The amount of frustration coursing through your veins was enough to make you pop a blood vessel.

“You all know what Cassandra did, what Cassandra sacrificed, in order to keep that boy safe. And you know that she trusted me to raise him right and keep him alive, for as long as I humanly could. I can’t let you send him back in time, without any possible way of getting back or any warning as to what he’s up against,” your gaze now back on Leo, his eyes desperately trying to apologize.

April sighed, standing up from her seat. “Look, Cassandra did what she had to do to keep the Resistance going. It’s something we’ve all vowed to do if...that time...so happens to come. But what’s happening now, is happening now. And if Casey is a possible solution, than we have to act on it.”

The lump festering in your throat doubled, making it feel near impossible to breathe. You knew what she was going to say next, and you didn’t want to hear a word of it.

“If worse comes to worse, we have to face the fact that if it comes down to Casey or the collective, we have to choose the collective.”

And with that, you immediately got up, making your way out the room.

“(n/--.” “I need to be alone right now,” you dismissed Leo coldly, flipping open the tent flap and walking out, leaving everyone inside, silent.

...

Now on the “roof” of the barracks, which was really just a closed in cave, you looked out into the purple-skied horizon, the technodrome’s ominous silhouette plaguing the view.

“Hey, Mom,” a familiar, puberty-ridden voice greeted softly, making it’s way closer before sitting next to you.

It was Casey.

‘Shit.’

You quickly wiped your face of the tear-streaks, turning to your son with your trademarked hollow smile.

“Hey, Case,” you cheesed, turning to the boy.

You were so proud of how much he had grown, his fighting skill and expertise with his weapon making him top of his class.

He was on the fast track to becoming Leo’s right hand.

His expression immediately turned sour, your unhappiness sticking out like a green thumb.

“What’s wrong? You’re doing your mom thing again,” he asked sincerely, a hand on your shoulder.

You scoffed with a smile, “What mom thing?”

“The one where you pretend you’re fine when you’re not,” he answered seriously, his concern only growing. “What’s wrong? If it’s heavy, I’m sure I can take it.”

You took a deep sigh, looking out at the horizon once more as you tried to find the words, remembering a conversation you and a certain turtle had almost 10 years ago.

“I never wanted this for you. For any of you kids. I know it’s rehashed, but I just can’t shake this feeling of guilt I get when I see the way you kids were forced to grow up. Hell, you’re 16. You should be going to arcades and eating pizza and hanging out with friends,” the pleasant memories rolling in like a calm tide, washing you in some much needed nostalgia.

Your first pizza date with Leon, playing video games with Donnie, skating with Mikey, thoughtful talks with Raph.

“Ar-cades?” Casey slowly asked, the word alien to him.

You sighed. “The first generation understands what it was like before the invasion, and what it was like when it happened. And I just can’t help but feel like we could’ve stopped this all from happening if we had just been more careful, more experienced, not so childish.”

Casey let out a polite snicker, “Kinda hard to do when you’re teenagers, Mom.”

You snickered as well, an embarrassed blush growing on your cheeks from how silly that sounded.

“You can’t keep beating yourself up for things that happened in the past. We’re in the here and now. And right now, I need my badass, fire-flinging mom to help us fight against the Kraang,” he smiled, resting his head against your shoulder as he looked out in the distance.

You smiled, pulling your son into a warm hug, resting your head on his.

Even if he wasn’t your flesh and blood, Casey felt like your son all the same. You love him to the ends of the Earth, and would lay down your life in a heartbeat.

“I love you so much, Casey. You know that?” you contently sighed.

“Yeah,” he smiled, looking up at you before out into the horizon.

“I know.”

...

After your exchange with Casey on the roof, and your own time to think, you finally came to a decision, and knew you had to tell Leo.

You walked into your shared tent to see him laying on the makeshift bed, his back facing the door.

“Not right now, Don,” he sighed, as if he were a moody teenager.

It took everything to stifle a giggle at the familiar memories.

“Alright then, I’ll come back later,” you cheekily shrugged, turning around to head out.

He immediately shot up, snapping his head over to you. “(n/n)! Wait!”

He jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed your arm, turning you around and pulling you into a hug in one motion.

You smiled, hugging him back just as tight, the weight of his prosthetic arm still something to get used to.

“(n/n), I’m s--.” “Shut up,” you hushed, putting a finger to his mouth.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I caused a scene and was being selfish. I can’t just think of us when we have a whole camp to look after. And I want you to know that I support you, whatever you decide to do,” you smiled, cupping his cheek in your hand.

He smiled, picking you up bridal style and peppering your face in kisses, your giggles like music to his ears.

This was the (y/n) he had known all those years ago. Slowly but surely, she was coming back.

He just needed to have patience.

Suddenly, you attached your lips to his, turning the innocent kisses into something...different.

The kiss was hot, and made Leo feel almost light headed.

You hadn’t kissed him like this in a while.

“Is there anyway I can,” you had a devilish grin stretched on your face as you dragged your finger up and down his plastron, “make it up to you?”

Leo’s jaw dropped at the insinuation, before quickly recovering into his usual cocky grin.

“I can think of a few things,” he growled, quickly tying the tent flaps shut.

...

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt movie #nickelodeon

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castshed · 7 months

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I dunno if it's just the mental state talking or if maybe there's some truth behind what i've been thinking about since I got off work this morning....

But it truly feels like my time on this site might be more limited than I'd like it to be. Sure, there are some people that still seem like at least somewhat interested to entertain the thought or action of writing with me, but... the majority seeningly don't. Maybe it's my rules? Am I not lenient enough? Am I too weird 'cause of a simple lousy (kind of) fetish I have for taller women? I honestly don't get it.

I've been on this site consecutively for.... I have no idea how many years now. And sure, I've taken my breaks, some rather abruptly and unannounced, but they count... This feels different.

I usually have cycles where I want to do nothing but watch YouTube videos or tons of movies or start series' i've never gotten a chance to get to, or do nothing but play video games. But in the end I would always come back to writing.

Recently, I haven't wanted to do the latter. It just seems so... grueling, like a 9-5 job you don't wanna do but need to because it appeases some sort of agenda or just 'cause you have to pay bills on time and eat.

And trust me, I'm one of those people that doesn't see this site as a job, nor do I feel like writing is a chore. USUALLY.

But the lack of people's interest in things (idk if it's my muses-- me as a person) or the lack of reciprocation to things that take all but a few seconds to lift someone's spirits... has just really turned me off. (Not to mention broken notifications, the new dashboard - y'know all of Staff's TERRIBLE choices)

People also have jobs, I get it. Or school... kids, a life. This is truly something you do in your down time because you enjoy it and may have found the time to actually sit down and relax for once without the overbearing weight of other responsibilities holding you down - I just.. I honestly don't know anymore.

Now normally I wouldn't try and sound so much like a beggar or some kind of attention-seeking child, but is it so hard to send positivity in return sometimes? - Like I get that I may not be active 90% of the time lately, but at least I make the time and put in the effort to show that I care and still enjoy seeing actual people on my dash. - I always send it in and hardly get it back. And sure, maybe within the answer to my initial interaction there's something said. But that's more of a response than an actual attempted effort. At least, to me it is.

I also understand that I haven't been the best at replying to sent in memes, or asks in general, but that's because my muse has been at an all-time-low for ALL of my muses, save for like... ONE of my OCs (Sophie; though even now, I'll admit, she's kinda gone too.), and I get sick of staring at them, irritated that I can't muster up a SINGLE word to reply to any of them with... so eventually I delete them and hope to TRY from an empty slate.

I guess I just miss having that person or small group of people that I could count on all the time for things, regardless of our moods, what time of day it was, what we were doing -- etc. I've only ever been affiliated once, and... it probably wasn't the best choice. But the intentions at the time were nothing but good, and it wasn't heavily enforced, save for MAYBE a single ship, or two. Not having that security anymore just shakes things up too much and I guess it's one change that I could never get used to.

Regardless, the thoughts of this morning have me leaning toward either some kind of indefinite hiatus, or a massive reboot to start anew and maybe find a new place to settle. Those of you that want me around can keep me on discord and continue to chat with me there. But if not, and IF I do decide to go that route, I bid thee farewell and I hope for nothing but good luck in your future endeavors.

#「 𒆨 ⸺ ; out of character . 〕#long post #moral of this very long story #i feel left out and excluded #truly like i don't belong here anymore.

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amazingwoods · 1 year

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[Nivanfield] The sandwich

Summary: Chris Redfield spent a week with Piers Nivans. He would go back to work after the vacation.

Notes: This chapter also happened after RE8.

Words: 1080

For about one week, Chris Redfield would like to stay at home rather than go outside. Except for walking their dog, he almost didn’t leave home for a while. Piers Nivans chose to stay at home longer, but he had to buy daily food. On Tuesday, when Piers returned home, he found too much food in the fridge. Especially the flour, bread and cans. He knew that it must be bought by Chris. He had no idea how to consume food without wasting it.

When Chris woke up, he found Piers left their bed. He tried to call his lover’s name but got a response from their dog, Daisy. She was a golden retriever and had enough patience to stay with her family. When she was still a little dog, Natalia Korda tried to put a piece of daisy on her nose. She had so much energy for playing with Natalia. That was the origin of her name. When Chris struggled to scramble from the bed, he saw Daisy like an arrow flying at him. Piers stopped her for the next movement and then brought her to go to the first floor. He was told that he could finish his breakfast now, but he chose to walk the dog with Piers.

At night, Piers picked some movies to spend the whole night with Chris. Chris made popcorn to be the snack when they sat together on the sofa. When he missed one of the popcorn, Daisy would swallow it instantly. He got no chance to stop her from eating it. They also played video games on the game console. They all liked role play games. When he unconsciously chose the shooting game, Piers seemed not to mind playing it with him. He tilted his face to see what Piers would do in this shooting game. Piers did the same thing as in reality. He was covered by Piers when they had to achieve an assignment. It made him remember those old things.

When Chris wanted to talk about the old memories, Piers didn’t say it was too late to chat, choosing to talk with him.

Chris brought two cups to drink whiskey, planning to sink Piers in a suitable situation. When they almost ended their chat, Piers seemed to go to sleep because drinking too much alcohol. Chris abruptly asked if Piers had regretted saving him about ten years ago.

Piers frowned, deciding not to answer this question, “Just go to sleep. Do you think this question has any real meaning?”

Chris guessed it would make Piers’ face fall, but he still wanted to ask. Piers crossed his arm around his chest, intending not to talk about this question. When Chris tried to touch his shoulder, he swung his arm to avoid being touched, saying they had talked enough about the past and then going upstairs.

This night, Piers refused to talk again. As Chris slid himself into the sheet, he tried to finish their goodnight kiss but got a refusal from Piers. He didn’t know what to do about it. He could not sleep in this situation, guessing the other one was trapped in it too. As he saw Piers wanted to sleep on the sofa, he planned to say something to solve the problem.

Piers said they should live their life in the present rather than sinking themselves in the past. They all sat on the bed, and no one wanted to lie down.

They had many quarrels when they still were younger. Some of the quarrels ended with sex. Chris could not do the same thing tonight. Although they still had the physical touch, he did not remember when they had sex last time.

Chris apologized for asking the question, hoping this thing would not happen again. Piers just nodded, lying back on the bed. Chris didn’t forget to kiss the forehead to end the night.

They had a small family party when Claire and Moira had got time. Natalia was also there, chatting with them after the dinner. She would graduate from high school the next year. New life’s gate would open for her. Piers used to ask her when she grew up what she wanted to do. She thought it quickly, hoping that she could have enough ability to save her family.

That was the last day of Chris’ vacation. They all knew they would meet again about two weeks or one month later. When Chris woke up, he found only himself staying on the bed. He saw Piers was busying with making sandwiches. Some bread was wrapped in brown paper. He randomly grabbed one to check what vegetables or meat were in it. Scrambled eggs, ham and lettuce between two slices of bread. He found every sandwich had a different flavor.

“You bought too much bread. You can bring some of them to your team. Remember to eat it in two days. Best in one day.” Piers didn’t look back at him, focusing on the procedure of making breakfast. These portions were over much for one breakfast. Chris had no idea to finish it in one day.

When Chris had to drive his car back to the base, he didn’t know what to say as they should be apart for a while. Piers said they would meet on Christmas Eve. He thought his lover would also remind him of preparing gifts for his family, but he didn’t.

Chris found a backpack in the living room, so putting the food into it. Like the first night he arrived home, now he also had no appetite for eating something.

Chris drove their car from the driveway to the outside after saying goodbye to Piers. He saw their dog running to the car from the mirror, trying to catch him if she could. It let Piers run to catch her. He had to stop driving and get out of the car to clutch Daisy. When he hugged their dog, Piers slowed his speed to run, beginning to jog. They smiled at each other.

At this time, Piers held his arm to stop their dog from running away for the car, and Chris tried not to look in the mirror to see what Piers was doing at the same time. When he finally drove away from this area, he chose to check the mirror.

#nivanfield #piers nivans #chris redfield

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ladylobotomyy · 2 years

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Jealousy, Jealousy - Part 4

Hi, IM BACK!!! I hope yall missed me. Sorry, I was gone for so long, I had a medical emergency, will be getting surgery soon so wish me good luck on that! I hope yall are still interested in this story. A lot of people seemed to like the To Hell and Back series, so thank you for the support, it really makes me smile. This is kind of a filler chapter so I hope that’s okay. This was an original idea thought up by @shelikesloki. So thank you so much for the recommendation. If you have any suggestions/requests or want me to write a specific idea then feel free to ask, my dms and asks are open, but for now here’s part 4! Part 5 will be up tomorrow. PLEASE give me some suggestions of what you want to see! This series spans across the beginning of season 8.

Concept from @shelikesloki: After overhearing Morgan and Reid speaking about Maeve, Y/n has trouble with the idea that she’s missed her chance with Spencer. But after the team helps save Maeve, will Reid and Maeve even work out?

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The stalker was a woman JJ had decided when she’d noticed black eyeliner had been used to draw the crosses through Maeve’s face. That’d been why she’d masked her voice on the phone, why Maeve had been so willing to open her home to her. The only question left had been how the stalker had known about Maeve and spencer's… relationship. When Spencer had noticed that Maeve’s ex fiancé, Bobby Putnam’s (a former suspect in her disappearance), current girlfriend had identified Spencer upon first meeting without being introduced to him.

Standing in Bobby’s apartment wasn’t as upsetting, glass from what looked to be a bottle littered the dining room floor, a small pool of blood left in the middle of it. Compared to the state of Maeve’s apartment, it seemed that the unsub had had a normal conversation which abruptly turned violent again, a running trait it seemed.

Diane Huntington had appeared to be a fake name, her entire identity had been preplanned, she’d listed a fake address and used a burner phone to contact Bobby. With no trails to lead off of now, we’d had to work off of Spencer’s mind, details he’d subconsciously remembered throughout their interactions that could point us in the direction of the unsub,

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We’d just started talking about the possibilities of the stalker being a former lover of Maeve’s when my phone had buzzed for the fifteenth time that day. Gritting my teeth and setting my jaw, I removed myself from my chair, offering a quick apology, before making my way out into the hallway before flipping my phone open.

“What, Tony?!” I’d whisper screamed as I made my way for the stairwell.

“Been bugging you that much, has he?” The familiar voice on the other end of the phone chuckled.

“Gibbs,” I breathed, “Sorry, I’ve been busy.”

“Too busy to pick up a call for the past three months?” My former boss mumbled. The door to the stairwell groaned as I closed it behind me and inhaled deeply.

“Things have been… hectic lately.”

“Well, I’ll say,” his tone came out rough, annoyed.

“Is this about the case Tony mentioned, cause I really can't get in the middle of that right now, I’m swamped and-”

“No, no, we got that fixed up,” he reassured, “That’s actually what I was calling about, Tony mentioned your case.” I suppressed a bitter comment as I listened, of course Tony had mentioned it, I’d expect nothing less. “Is there anything we can do?” He asked.

“I don't even know if there’s anything WE can do. We’ve got no leads right now, I’m worried she won't make it, Gibbs,” I started. Gibbs had always been a father figure to me and my old coworkers. That’d been part of the reason I’d been hesitant to speak to him, once you started talking, it was hard to stop. He had that effect on people, it’s what made him so good at his job. “I’ve never seen him like this over a girl… over anyone really.” Bitterness seeped through my body once again.

“Really, y/n, we can be there in the morning, say the word and we’ll consult,” Gibbs tried.

“You don't understand, “ I tried to explain. “The section chief doesn't even want us on the case. It was hard enough to convince Strauss to keep us on, considering we’re too close to the victim. It’s a conflict of interest. Getting the okay to have you consult would be impossible, you're not a current profiler, you're not in the unit.” I finished.

We sat there for a moment before he broke the silence, “I understand.” I paced the stairwell platform nervously as I waited for his next words, the team already noticed my absence, making it any longer would be a problem.

“Y/n, are you okay?” He asked. I didn’t know how to respond for a moment, Gibbs didn't indulge in conversations about feelings often, or hardly ever. But if Penelope had noticed how I felt for Spencer, surely Gibbs had too. My voice broke as I tried to keep my composure, “I don't know what to do, this will ruin him. I don’t know how to watch that, to watch him break, Gibbs.” My throat felt like it was closing. “How do I sit by when we know the probabilities of how this will end? And even if it doesn't end badly,” my mind raced as I struggled to put my thoughts into words. “How do I sit across from him day after day knowing how I feel?” I knew I was being selfish, this wasn’t about me, I needed to stay present to stay focused. Thinking of the future was a bad idea currently. Heat flooded my cheeks as I struggled to regain my composure.

“Kid,” Gibbs’ voice came out softer, “You can’t think like that, you have a job to do. You can't worry about those things while remaining helpful to your team.”

“I know…” I struggled to find the right words, “I just can't think of anything else.”

“Listen, if it really becomes too much, you can take some time off, or- or you can come work for us again. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that actually,” His voice trailed off towards the end, my head cocked as I registered his words.

“Gibbs, I-” He cut me off before I could finish.

“I don't need an answer now, we just-” He was struggling as much as I was, that must’ve been the reason he’d asked Tony to call, so he wouldn’t have to be the one to ask. “We want you back, kid.”

I was silent as I thought it over. Could I really leave him like that, after going through one of the worst things imaginable? As his best friend, could I really leave in his time of need, just to avoid watching him suffer? I didn’t think I could, in general, saying no to Spencer was hard, let alone when he was in pain. But if she survived, could I really face that either? The past few weeks had been hard enough, and I’d known nothing about her. Now I knew what she looked like, I knew her history, I knew her achievements, I knew what they’d talked about. He deserved his best friend, but would I be able to be the friend he needed? To be able to focus on my work everyday with a picture of her sat atop his desk? To lay it all aside? To potentially meet her one day? To attend their wedding? My stomach turned once more.

“It’s just an option,” He muttered in response to my silence.

“Yeah, I’ll think about it, Gibbs. Thank you,” I said, checking my watch for the time. “I’ve gotta go, I’m sorry.” I said as I opened the staircase door.

“Stay safe, okay?”

“Always.” She promised, “Tell Abby I said hi,” I smiled as I imagined the perky forensic scientist’s reaction.

“Will do,” he chuckled.

okay, that’s part 4, and like always, i hope it didn’t disappoint. and if it did then, again, that’s chill too. sorry it took so long. and again if you have any suggestions or recommendations just ask, and if you want to be tagged in part 5, let me know! part 5 will be up tomorrow. have a beautiful day loves :)

Thanks again @shelikesloki

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