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tarisilmarwen · 10 months

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Rebels Rewatch: “Vision of Hope“

Plot threads coming together as we approach the home stretch and season finale arc, lets explore some sewers today!

Kanan has deemed it safe enough to enlist help training Ezra again. Fortunately this time they are solidly on the ground and taking precautions. XD

This exercise is a little bit similar to the one Anakin put Ahsoka through in Trials of the Jedi. Only, you know, it has an actual achievable goal and endpoint (redirecting a blaster bolt into the target helmet) and Kanan doesn’t force Ezra to keep getting knocked unconscious over and over again.

Nice detail in Ezra sensing bolts coming and ducking, moving before they even remotely reach him.

Please help him, he’s so tired.

Seeing that Ezra’s distracted, Kanan calls a brief halt. I do wonder if Ezra’s own anticipation of catching Gall Trayvis’s broadcast, while he’s open to the Force and letting it help him deflect and dodge shots, is what triggered his vision.

The boy does tend to accident his way into Force breakthroughs lol.

This full-body eyeroll is such a typical teenager thing.

The “Shenanigans” leitmotif comes in here, in playful synths. Then the Force ring sound effects starts and it crashes to a halt with a note of cymbal percussion. The strings take over with high frantic ascending trills that drop away into the full-on soundscape of Force noises, only a strained trumpet bleeting out halting notes of Ezra’s theme.

There’s a pulsing heartbeat sound underneath everything too. Also love the wavering effect on the sides of the screen to indicate the vision.

The amazement when Kanan tells Ezra he deflected every single shot into the helmet, aww.

He looks so proud.

You know in hindsight it’s really not surprising that Kanan assumed Ezra had graduated to tracking through the Force in “Legacy”, given how often the kid had already surprised him. XD

His face. *sobs*

I haven’t been commenting on it much but pay attention to whenever the titlecard pops up without its normal bombastic fanfare. Usually a sign that things are serious. I remember we went a solid streak of like five episodes in Season Four without a single fanfare and it was STRESSFUL.

Kanan brings up the very likely possibility that Ezra’s desires are coloring his vision, making him see what he wants to see out of it, which again goes to show why the Jedi teach discipline and clarity of mind when tapping into the Force. You bring your own emotions and junk into the connection with you and they can trick you even more than the already cryptic and vague visions can. “Your focus determines your reality.”

We’ll revisit this concept later in the series.

Zeb going for a headsmack while Sabine chooses a shoulder bump. Sabine has this adorable devilish grin right before she lays it on him. It turns softer and more playful as she passes.

Ezra smacks Zeb back as he runs into the Ghost, cute.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The way Ezra twirls his helmet before sitting down, lovely little character touches like this make the animation feel more natural and immersive and realistic.

Hngh, Ezra’s eagerness in these early scenes hurts.

Lol, Sabine leans in when Ezra mentions the mural, the artist in her is intrigued. And without missing a beat she pulls up the correct schematic.

This is the biased shipper in me but I’m loving their comfortable proximity, you can see Sabine slip out of her seat in the booth and kneel or crouch next to Ezra who’s on the stool.

Kanan once again warning Ezra not to put too much stock in his vision and Hera raising an eyebrow like, “Mais, c’est quoi?”

“He had a what now?”

Hi Zare!

Zare is exiting state left into his own spinoff adventure lol. (Really gotta get myself a copy of his books.)

Ezra’s eyes are really pretty this episode.

The crew talking about Ezra’s tragic backstory. :(

That old Ralph McQuarrie concept art put to use in lovely fashion.

*has a plan*

*DOUBT.jpeg*

And Chopper straight up murdered his first other droid lol. And also very nearly takes Kanan’s head off.

The sass on this droid. XD

Always found it cute how Ezra doesn’t get indignant or offended by Sabine implying he smells like the sewers but glees up like it’s the most exciting thing in the world that she’s paid enough attention to him to tell.

Even Kanan’s like, “Okay, can you not be embarrassing about your obvious crush for like two seconds?”

Hi Trayvis, you dirty lying snake. :)

This shot of Ezra and Kanan igniting their lightsabers together for the first time is pretty sweet.

“Padawan Jabba.” Snrk, love that Kallus remembered that.

Oooooh lookit the way Zeb’s bo-staff lights up the smoke!

Hera’s blaster has a very unique sound that I like.

The “Shenanigans” cue comes back but it is a lot less fun and upbeat. Some of the chords sound transposed to minor key.

Trayvis starting pinging me the moment we saw him in person, honestly, just something about him and the way he talked was way too slimy but his hesitance to actually escape here definitely got me suspicious.

Good thing Kanan was reviewing blaster bolt deflection earlier lol.

SNAAAAAAAAKE.

NO ONE LIKES YOU. >:(

“How will you find us?” “I can smell you, remember?” <3333333

Love to see Sabine initiating the banter for once.

Even Hera is like, “THAT’S CUTE GUYS BUT WE GOTTA GO.”

Trayvis digging for leads to other Rebel factions like the lying rat he is. >:(

Aaaaaand this is why Hera doesn’t tell the others anything, Ezra’s so eager to believe Trayvis is an ally that he’s just talking openly in front of him. Disaster averted only because Ezra thinks the Ghost crew is literally all there is.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The consistent wafts of air from the fan that blow Ezra’s hair.

The sharp-eyed can tell that Hera adjusts something on her blaster moments before handing it to Trayvis.

EVERY SINGLE SHOT OF THE BETRAYED LOOK ON EZRA’S FACE HURTS ME PHYSICALLY AND PERSONALLY.

Bbbbyyyyyyyyyy. :((((((((((((

Hera’s furious Mama Bear haymaker to Trayvis’s face is... satisfying.

I love the sound Ezra’s saber makes when it’s turned on, it sound so unique to normal lightsaber ignitions.

And then there’s one last distorted iteration of the “Shenanigans” cue and Ezra’s death glare game continues to be on point.

Hera’s turn to comfort Ezra this time, though Kanan’s flat, “I saw this bratty kid who constantly caused me trouble.” gets a chuckle out of him first.

“Shenanigans“ comes back, properly in the woodwinds section and major key again to close us out.

Oof. This episode isn’t one I particularly rewatch that often, since it’s kind of a bummer. Our potential ally turns out to be a fraud and a spy, all the work the crew has done only seeming to put bigger and bigger targets on their backs. But this is a franchise about hope, about enduring until the dawn breaks, so our heroes escape to lick their wounds, regroup, encourage each other, and try again.

And next episode they make some big splashes. Boy oh boy. :)

#star wars #star wars rebels #rebels rewatch #ezra bridger #space dad and his precious pumpkin child #liveblog #sabezra

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transguyedgeworth · 3 years

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this is the headcanon anon!! u asked for more so i will provide!!! i have so many and they are just. stuck in my head all the time i LOVE talking abt them also i am procrastinating going to bed LMAO

-maya and phoenix have matching friendship bracelets that pearls made

-before moving to a new appt miles always makes sure to check if the buildings are built with earthquakes in mind

- edgeworth sometimes sees mvk in franziska. he hates it so much but he also sometimes sees it in himself. miles go to therapy challenge but he works so hard on forgiving himself and fran

- phoenix was the one who found miles' letter; it was on his desk. phoenix still has it, crumpled in the pocket of some old pants he never wears anymore. he cant find it but when he does he will burn it

- iris and phoenix are on good terms!!! i Do not like feenris because it doesnt really make sense to me but i like to think that phoenix tried to help iris when he could

- maya and pearl make yearly trips to the temple where bridge to the turnabout was to speak to misty

- edgeworth used to be reminded of dl6 whenever he saw maya or pearl but he now realizes that its not their fault. heck it wasnt even mistys fault. some bad things happened, and he knows better than anyone that you cant blame someone because of who their family is

-OK less sad but edgeworth is the little spoon

-he loves affection even when he doesnt show it in his pompous little bastard way

-maya hasnt channeled mia since bridge to the turnabout and shes ok with that. she misses her but she also knows mia would want them to move on

-GAME NIGHT WITH THE WRIGHTS maya is SO competitive and phoenix constantly has to ask miles to get him out of sticky situations

-edgeworth has the biggest sweet tooth rivaled only by maya

- he will occasionally carry a little candy tin in his pocket

-fran and maya have date nights where they each choose a place to eat and fran always chooses super fancy places and maya chooses little hole in the wall places and at first they were both uncomfy with each other's choices but now maya loves getting all dressed up and eating fancy stuff and fran doesnt mind getting some good homecooked meals

- also both the von karma siblings are bad at cooking because they were never really taught, mvk had cooks and stuff to make food for them so fran gets private lessons with maya and phoenix teaches miles how to cook the best he can lmao

-edgeworth is always very cold and phoenix is like a goddamn heater so they always are at equilibrium when they are close together

- also occasionally edgeworth will poke phoenix with his cold ass feet when theyre sleeping and phoenix will shriek so loud they get noise complaints

-phoenix has a full laugh that brightens a room. he'll start laughing at anything and then suddenly itll be funny as hell. edgeworth usually starts with a little "hm" and then will laugh a little and then compose himself, but when things are really funny he'll laugh and then start wheezing and it makes phoenix laugh even harder

-maya will also start laughing at anything her laugh is bright and she laughs in little bits and pieces. a fran laugh is rare but she will often just let out a loud "HA" and startle everyone as she continues to laugh

- there wasnt much place or time to laugh in the von karma household so both fran and miles take a while to laugh, but theyre learning!

- the gang LOVES to celebrate bdays. ANYONES. gumshoes. mayas. penny from the turnabout samurai case. heck even mia and gregory!

okay actually these were more than the last one but!!! my god these are SM fun to come up with!!! i hope they bring u joy

SCREAMS THANK YOU HEADCANON ANON I AM THRIVING!!!! these are so good and they bring me so much joy hngh.... i want to hear like every single one of your thoughts because there has not been a single bad idea on this list so far...

the friendship bracelets. please yes, absolutely precious. i ADORE the idea of found family game night. the chaos that would bring. i would Like to see it. in addition the birthday thing is adorable i can just imagine all the amazing parties and cake and maybe even party games?? bring maya’s competitive side back out!!!!

LITERALLY ALL OF YOUR EDGEWORTH THOUGHTS ARE SO PERFECT HOW ARE YOU INSIDE MY BRAIN??? literally edgeworth go to therapy challenge. i love all the stuff you mentioned he’s working on, like seeing mvk in himself and fran and moving on from dl-6 and learning how to laugh and cook and indulge in sweets and be open with affection... HNGNH. also the stuff about him being the little spoon in bed and him and phoenix being cold and hot respectively and him putting his cold feet on phoenix in bed. completely factual, that is canon, that is also something i do to my partner every time we share a bed. edgeworth kinnie moments i guess fhsjfndn

YOUR BTTT THOUGHTS TOO!!! all very good, i love the idea of them going to visit the temple and staying in contact with iris, i think that is so lovely and wonderful and the thing about maya not having channeled mia since then is so appropriate and in-character and fitting with the narrative truly capcom should hire you.

also also the franmaya stuff... so good. i love when women are in Lesbians with each other. and the descriptions of everyone’s laughs made me smile so much they were wonderful and so so accurate. thank you for the food.

listen i know i should go to bed. i know i should. i have to get up early to make sure i don’t sleep through the exterminator. but these are so fucking good i honestly just want to hear more of these headcanons for like the rest of time because they are so good.

#maya fey #phoenix wright #pearl fey #miles edgeworth #manfred von karma #franziska von karma #iris hawthorne #misty fey #mia fey #dick gumshoe #penny nichols #gregory edgeworth #von karma siblings #franmaya #wrightworth #jfa spoilers #t&t spoilers #miles answers #headcanon anon

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virtuann · 4 years

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Escaping Nekrotafeyo

Have dis little something I wrote;

“Just do it!”

“Okay. Fine.. Hngh. oh man.. haha it worked! We'll have this ship up and running in no time!”

“Knew you could do it Troy. Hide the parts near her grave.”

“The grave? Um.. you sure?”

“If he finds the parts he'll destroy them and we'll be stuck here forever. The grave is the only place on this planet he won't go. Don't you want it to be a surprise Troy?”

The bigger twin looked at the smaller one with a loss of words. He didn't want to go there. It was the twins’ mother after all.

“But.. what if he will..?”, he carefully asked.

“Just go hide them behind the rocks or something.. I'll distract him if he's gonna look for you.”, Tyreen told him.

He thought about it with a heavy heart but just shook it off and agreed with his sister's plan.

“All right.. I'll go..”

“Good. I'll go and make a checklist for everything we'll need.”, and off she went. Her boots throwing sand into the light wind and carrying it off.

His eyes followed her. Her heavy jacket that she threw over her shoulders waving with every movement.

So he stood up with the ship part in his hand, dusted off his pants and looked into the distance. Taking in the sight. Like he always did when he was there, which was often.

He glanced up to his little hideaway. To a big rock which he climbed on every now and then. To be alone, all by himself and no one else. Mostly when he had a rough day he'd climb up there and just sit in the sun and enjoying the sight. He would sit there all night, glancing at the stars that wandered over the horizon of his home planet. Which, again, was quite often.

He got the feeling that he would soon go up there again.

It was a chill evening on Nekrotafeyo. The twins’ birth place. Their parents made it a home for them when they got here. Although for Troy and Tyreen it mostly felt more like a prison.

Troy didn't really care. He was here, with his family, he was alive and that's what he wanted. He enjoyed the quiet hours where he was alone. But also enjoyed time with his family. When his mom once sat on the rock with him for example. She looked for him and found him there, hugging his knees. The night was cold but her presence made him feel all warm and actually wanted inside. He didn't want this night to end but it sadly did.

The twins only had themselves, their parents and the creatures living there. The only humans on this planet to be exact.

When they were younger it turned out that the kids are not like normal human beings. They were sirens. Both of them. Troy became attached to Tyreen in the womb of her mother and so he became the first male siren which had red instead of blue tattoos. Since they were conjoined, Troy never had a right arm. And he never felt complete. More like a burden. His mother knew. She always did and showed him love whenever she had the chance to.

This lead to fighting between the twins. Tyreen felt left out, which was never the case. Leda loved them both equally, but Troy was the one who got to see and feel it more often.

At the age of 7 their tattoos showed up. Their father Typhon was a vault hunter so he was familiar with the stories that sirens were the most powerful beings in the galaxy. There could only ever be 6 sirens at once. More of them would damage the galaxy with their power.

Typhon and Leda, their mother, came to this planet to find the homeworld of the eridians. They successfully did it, killed the vault monster, entered its vault and 9 months later, Troy and Tyreen were born. 2 sirens at once, 2 dangerous beings in their arms. They swore to protect them. From the companies, the bandits and bounty Hunters that would kill the sirens for a big amount of money.

The kids had to figure out what power they've got. They got curious and tried to focus on doing something with their power. Such as trying to lift things up without touching them, to fly or to hack into their dads devices by just thinking about it. But nothing worked.

Nothing, until this fateful day.

Tyreen had fallen over a rock when she was on a little walk outside, making her knee bleed.

Troy, Typhon and Leda were at their makeshift home inside one of the planet’s temples. Then Tyreen came in, cheeks wet and eyes red from crying.

Leda was by her side at first, Typhon followed shortly after her. Troy stood up and came a little closer to his crying sister too.

Tyreen was a bit grumpy so she turned away angrily when Leda scolded her for not being careful again. Tyreen kept turning away from her, but Leda worriedly touched her arm to turn her back around. So the kid tried to get her mom's arm off of her.

That was the moment the siren powers showed up the first time.

Tyreen’s ability was to leech the living. In other words, to kill people and creatures within seconds.

The following hours, days and even years have changed the rest of the family. It just didn't feel complete anymore.

Tyreen saw that it dramatically changed her brother. It damaged them all.

They lost their mother on that day.

And now he had to go to the place he never wanted to go to again. He knew where it was but never went there. All those years without her have been.. rough for him.

He carried a photo of her around with him all the time. It was in a pocket of his jacket for all those years. But after her death he didn't dare to get rid of it and was too scared to accidentally look at it and think of her again. It hurt him too much.

Still standing in the sand, looking over the scenery in front of him, he chose to get going and put the parts that fit in his pockets and carried the biggest.

The boots of his leaving a trail of floating sand behind him. Around him are cliffs splitting their ways here and there. Not too many to get lost and too less to call it a canyon. The red roots coming out of the ground between plants everywhere. There are more rocks than plants on Nekrotafeyo. And the rest is either buried under all this sand or was drowned by the water.

Since many dangerous creatures had their home in this root forests as he called it, he had a gun by his side. Just a pistol but that's better than going out without one. A knife was his first choice to use but he often cut himself in the fingers so Leda gave him a pistol instead. A Jakobs one. With a rose carved into the wooden handle.

Troy didn't care what company made it. It was a gift from his mother for him and that was reason enough to hold the pistol dearly to himself. In fact he always had it with him. While sleeping it was under his pillow and when he got up he immediately clasped it to his trousers like a makeshift holster.

This time there were not that many creatures in his way to the temple. To save bullets and to not attract any others he just sneaked away from a few.

After making his way through glowing plants and roots that were under his feet and hanging above him he reached the stairs that led towards the temple. The closer he got to it the more uncomfortable he felt.

In front of the boy was a way through more roots and sand. Some structures buried between them here and there. His ice blue eyes went up to a statue that was left behind by the eridians hundreds of years ago before they went extinct. It was one of many but they kept giving Troy a feeling of being watched through them.

Without giving it more thought, he carried on.

The twins went to this temple so often that he knew where he had to go even if it was nighttime.

It looked so massive, so well built. So impressive. It pulled him closer every time Troy got here. It was something magical.

And there he was, right in front of the entrance. The eridians shut the doors so his parents had to blow a hole into the doors that were looking like rocks to get curious eyes away from the buildings they've made. Either way, Typhon and Leda were too curious to just leave it be.

So he entered. His boots echoing three times, four times in the big hallway. Red lights that gave the temple a nice touch. Red. Just like his tattoos. At the end of the hall was an elevator that led deeper into the temple. Hesitantly he used his hand to activate it, putting the electronic part down for it.

Being lifted up, he cautious glanced back to the entrance a few times before getting onto the next floor.

A bit deeper into the building and he's almost there. The great hall with the vault gate is in front of him. Before him is the vault monsters body coming out of the ground. Rotten flesh and spikes on it that have been there for years. Smaller creatures have bitten off some parts which makes the ribcage of the beast noticeable. It was huge.

Then he got to the top floor. The vault gate. And the monsters gigantic head dangling above him. Its lifeless body being there for years, going through floors and walls, tearing up this whole place, gave this scenery a horrible touch. Just looking at it would give Troy a cold shower down his back everytime.

His eyes slowly and carefully moved to the left side where the structure was just a wall of natural rocks. Or at least they seemed to be. His legs moving him towards it slowly. His inner self fought against his movements, with no use. Troy stood there, glancing back once again. Then the hidden door opened for him to enter. The rocks were just an image and are now nothing more than a blue holographic light.

He looked at the part in his hand and thought about leaving it where he was standing. But Tyreen would be mad if she would find them there instead of hidden somewhere. Even more if Typhon found them. Troy didn't even know why Tyreen didn't want him to see them. She told him that they were fixing the ship for him after all.

The black haired male didn't question it. He was supposed to do it and he's going to.

Taking a deep breath, his foot took a step through the hologram. The other one followed. His insides felt heavy and like a knot. He couldn't stop now.

Going down the way that was built like a big balcony to the building, Troy felt nervous, his hand and legs shaking with every step of the way.

Turning around the corner, without looking up, the sun touched his face. The warmth of it didn't make the situation better. Troy felt uneasy and almost dropped the parts and left without a glance back. But he was brave, he was strong. So he continued his way.

Ice blue eyes were never set on the grave while he was there. He felt unworthy to even be here.

When he had come there, he was alone. And it was only once. Shortly after her death. Typhon saw him going through the hologram once on his own so he left him be. After that he never went there again.

He slowly passed the grave with cautious footsteps. Behind it was some kind of a tree. Or just overgrown roots that became a big one. He knelt behind it, carefully set the parts down and began digging out a hole in the sand. When he got the last part out of his pocket the photo of her flew out with it and landed on the ground. Troy's hand quickly snatched it with his hand on the ground.

It was his fast reaction that made him catch it but he was scared to lift it up again. Nonetheless, he did and put it back into his pocket without looking at it. His hand staying in his pocket a bit before pulling it out gave him some warmth for a split second but also the feeling of loneliness.

The parts were now hidden beneath the roots and Troy felt a bit relieved after doing it. But he had to pass the grave again. The angst about this came back. Slowly standing up and brushing the sand off of him he started moving back to what his family has called “home”.

Although he wished he didn't, he stopped in his tracks. His heart was beating fast, his knees getting wobbly and a knot was forming in his stomach. So there he stood. A few feet away from the grave. His back turned towards it.

He took a deep breath and turned around. Foot after foot being carefully set on the ground his heart pushed him towards the now resting mother. After a while his eyes slowly moved to the grave.

He swallowed hard, his adam's apple moving with it. It hurt him just looking at his mother's resting place. His blue eyes moving towards it every now and then just to turn his head away again.

“I.. I-I'm sorry, mom.. I didn't want to disturb you..”

He felt guilty for just being there and not letting his mother rest in peace.

His mind was strong, but his heart was stronger. He carefully stepped closer. His hand was shaky and he shifted his weight from left to right. Again, his heart was stronger and let him go down onto his knees and let his hand rest on his thigh. Pushing it down to hold still and calm down.

“Mom..? I'm.. I'm sorry for not.. coming here that often.”

He looked up at her grave as if he was waiting for an answer but continued when he didn't hear a thing coming back from her.

“I was just.. scared. I.. I-I didn't want to.. disturb your peace..”

He shifted his body to sit more comfortably on the hard stone beneath him.

“Things have c-changed.. since you're.. no longer h-here.. Tyreen has grown up, Pa has got more quiet and I.. well…”

His eyes sadly looked at his right side.

“All I'm doing is being a bother to both of them.. They just.. don't care about me as much as you, mom..”

His strong hand gripped the fabric of his jacket to calm down internally. A deep breath escaped his lips.

“I.. Miss you, mom. Life isn't the same without you.. I wish I had.. “

He looked around.

..”brought something to give you but.. “

A sweet, little glowing flower met his gaze.

“I'll be right back..”

Setting the plant into the hole he digged, a proud smile appeared on Troy's face, although it faded shortly after.

He sat back down and pushed the dirt off his clothes.

“There we go.. I hope you like it mom.”

Now the grave had a glowing plant next to it, giving it a nicer look.

“I know, I know it's nothing special but.. that's all I can offer right now..”

Troy set his flesh hand carefully on the hard and cold ground in front of him as if he'd hold hers.

“I love you, mom…”

“It's time. Do you have everything you want, Troy? No coming back.”

“No coming back? I.. I thought you said we were fixing the ship for him. You lied!”

“I told you a story. Stories are just lies we want to believe. What dad tells us? THOSE are the lies. So - you comin’, or not?”

“Tch. Like I have a choice.”

“True. Listen Troy. There's nothing for us here. C’mon let's take off before he finds us.”

“Where are we going?”

“Pandora.”

That was it. They had their chance to leave. It felt good to him. To finally have a chance to get off this planet - get out of this prison they called their “home” for so long.

But before they went off he had to do one last thing.

“Ty, how much time do we have? Before.. you know.. we'll leave?”

His sister shot him a slight glare.

“Troy. Ruin this plan and I'll go without you.”

“Come on I just need a few minutes!”

Crossing her arms, Tyreen looked off into the distance in thought.

“Please, Ty.”

She got a glance at the pistol Leda gave him years ago.

“You're still carrying this thing around..?”

He took it in his hands.

“It's not just a thing it's the last damn gift our mother gave me before.. you know.”

“Don't. Just. Don't.”

Her back was turned towards Troy.

“Will you give me some time? I'll hurry.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. I'll be back in time.”

…

“Good. If not, I'm leaving you here.”

With that, he took off, his pistol held in his strong hand.

Out of breath because of the sprint, he reached the grave once again. Quickly, he got down on his knees.

“So.. this is it.. Me and Ty are finally gonna leave this planet. I can't wait to explore everything! But.. I don't want to leave you behind, mom.. and the thought that I have no other option hurts.”

“I gotta hurry.. so.. I wanted to.. check up on you.. for the last time probably..”

“We are finally getting somewhere. We've got so much to explore! But… I'll miss this place too. It was our home after all. And I definitely won't forget you, mom.. I-I.. I’ll miss you..”

“Troy?”

His head quickly turned towards the source of the voice.

Typhon. His dad was there.

“Dad? What- What are you doin’ here?”

“Looking for ya, son! And what is this?”

He pointed at the plant.

“Did you put that here? Your.. mother would have loved it.”

When he turned around, Troy was gone and he only heard footsteps running through the great hall.

“Troy!!”

The only time Typhon would go to the grave had to be the last time for Troy to say goodbye to his mother.

“Troy? Why are you-?”

“Dad’s chasing me. Come on, we gotta go!”

With a strong grip on his sister's hand he led them into the ship, closing the doors behind them, leaving their dad outside. Being able to hear him punch the metal door.

“You can't leave, you two! It's too dangerous out there! You will-”

He was blown a few feet back because of the thrusters of the ship that now lifted the spaceship off the ground.

Typhon could only watch how the spaceship left the planets’ sky and went into orbit.

“What have I done..?”

A hand with glowing red tattoos touched the cold glass of the ship that showed the stars and planets of the galaxy.

The other one - one made of metal - held a picture. It wasn't the best mechanical arm he would be able to build, but the resources weren't enough for a more high tech one.

The picture of his mom. The smiling woman he loved, his heart held dearly. The woman he'd never forget and never would have the chance to see again.

The tattoed arm touched the picture, stroking the old paper ever so lightly.

The speakers went online.

“Troy? We're almost there. Come to the bridge! You gotta see this!”

The picture disappeared in his pocket of his jacket, where an echo of his dad was hidden and he curiously got up from his bed.

The twins on the bridge, the ship in their control and their faces staring in awe at the planet they saw below.

“Is this..?”

“Yep. That's Pandora. We're here.”

#borderlands 3 #troy calypso #tyreen calypso #borderlands 3 calypso twins #calypso twins #borderlands3 #borderlands #fanfiction #i guess?#if tales from the Borderlands 2 isn't about the twins imma cry

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silvysartfulness · 4 years

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10, 14, 19, 41, 44!

Ahh, thank you very much for the Ask! :D

10. Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?

Actually, I haven't really read fanfic in a very, very long time? I do love fanfic, I just haven't been invested enough in any fandom to gather spoons enough to read fiction in a long time. I've mostly lived in my own original storyverse Pangaea for the past three years or so.

I think the last fandom I actually read some fic for was the MCU in the early days of the first Avengers movie? I was relatively into frostiron for a while and helped my wife beta her fics Spiting The Sun and Do Ut Des, as well as reading some other fics I unfortunately can't recall the names of.

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?

I love Wei Wuxian's and Wen Qing's dynamic! It's so so so rare to see a male-female friendship that isn't romance coded.

Literal bros with amazing dynamic would be Wei Wuxian and Jiang Chen, because who needs their heart anyway.

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?

Several, but it's a lot more to do with brain fatigue than aversion to the ships themselves!

I wish I had the energy and focus to read more XiYao, I really do love their chemistry a lot. (I may be on a slippery slope there, we'll see. Maybe I'll point back to this post in another month and laugh hollowly and say ”ahaha, guess I should have seen that obsession coming”. Or not. Who can tell? Not me. I just work here.)

I also... both kind of love and hate SongXiao? Like, I love their dynamic, but there seems to be a very black and white (ba-dum-tsh) view that they're the acceptable pure cinnamon pairing in opposition to the problematic clusterfuck that is XueXiao - and since I'm very much into XueXiao, I daren't look too deeply into SongXiao since there's almost always a very negative vibe regarding Xue Yang and Yi City there. But as two parts of the SongXueXiao disaster that I love, I definitely like them a ton.

SangChen? Is that the shipping name? One of those I can see would be fun, but am just not really feeling it.

To be honest though? I'm a thot for good writing and characterization and if something good enough pops under my nose, I'm very willing to give it a shot, no matter the pairing.

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

I'm still very new in this fandom (hard to believe it's only been a bit more than a month since I jumped in!) and with my brain getting easily overworked, I actually haven't read all that much?

But let's see if I can scrape together 5 fics I read or have read!

1. Chopping Block. This has got to be one of my fave (Song?)XueXiao fics. The way the characters are handled is beautiful, and there have been several of those gut-punch ”oh.” moments where the hurt is so, so good. (The ”his hands get cold” scene, man. MAN.)

2. Red Azalea. This is another utterly charming (Song?)XueXiao fic, a delightful capricious post-Yi-City dance that will also deliver the occasional devastating emotional backhand.

3. My Erstwhile Dear. Aka the fic that decisively picked up my heart and rubbed it face-down into XiYao to the point I'm even on that slippery slope to start with. I find myself thinking about this fic a lot. Like. I probably get distracted thinking about it on an almost daily basis, hoping it'll update. The format of written letters delivers the hurt in such an elegant way, you just gasp for breath.

4. Rewritten. Found this because you rec'ed it! One of the very few modern au's on my list (nothing against modern au’s as such, just not my favourite trope, especially for this show) and damn. Hngh. One of the best openly SongXueXiao fics I've read. The character dynamics, the characterization, the whirl of the timeline layout and the background plot slowly creeping into view... Fucking masterpiece.

5. I'm not being creepy, I promise, but pretty much anything you've written for this fandom? Like, that is literally the last thing in my open fic tabs? Picking one single one is super-hard, but This Place Could Be Beautiful is the one I have bookmarked to browse your stuff, it actually had me literally tearing up reading it, and that's a very good thing? Lick Your Exit Wounds is another one I've re-read several times. Exposure Therapy for some good lighthearted fun (which, still, had me literally tearing up at the part where WWX just so quietly and resignedly asks if he's done something wrong, damn you) And tbh? I. Cannot. Wait. for the fucked up SongXue roadtrip. I cannot. Like. Its state of non-existence torments me. Torments me.

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

All mine, of course. (insert ”those pairings were mine, those other OTPs were other people's”-joke here.) Seriously, I'd love for more well written, messy SongXueXiao. XueXiao is also very, very good. And since it seems I at least glance in its direction these days, why not, more XiYao.

And honestly? I have the largest soft spot for any interaction between Wei Wuxian and Xue Yang. Whether sexy or just snarking off doesn't matter (doing both is a bonus).

They are such absolute parallels, the sassy street kids who climbed their way up and through convergent evolution became founders and inventors in a whole new area of cultivation. Never really fitting in - but unlike, for example, Jin Guangyao, who lives and breathes propriety and etiquette to get to own be part of that society, they both just give the cultivation world a big middle finger and walk their respective single plank bridges into the dark. If not for their opposite stances when it comes to caring about other people, they could have been something amazing together. (The whole ”I suffered so I will make sure no-one else will” vs ”I suffered so why shouldn't they?” approach in action there.)

I’m very weak for this, okay, and my brain often tells me delightful stories where they just snark endlessly at each other and it’s beautiful.

#untamed artfulness #thank you so much!#i could flail about these disasters all day #veliseraptor

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hoseoksactualass · 5 years

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[8:07 p.m.] what’s a v card

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: smut // fluff

word count: 2k

warning/s: virgin reader

What everyone thinks your relationship with Hoseok is leans more towards the ones harder to measure up to-- what with everyone thinking he's a Bed Breaker that fucks his cum up into your cervix with no apprehension when the odds weren't slim. The odds were always slim. You're a virgin.

You're at the prime age people lose touch with their pediatricians, but you and Mrs. Gum know each other like your little fingers intertwined. The wink she sends over with a tiny box of condoms and birth control reassures you more. It's her coarse voice you recollect at the edge of your bed, in lingerie you feel more skittish than sexy in, while you wait for Hoseok to get out of the shower. He steps out with wet feet, wiggling toes, a cotton shirt, and new boxers.

The fuzz of the towel on his hair freezes when his eyes stop on you. His eyes are rounded in the way they do when they want to show vulnerability, but the knowing in them sticks out. Like the dampness of the hair on the back of his head. The lingerie is red and looks like blood in a dimlit room. "Wow. That's... sexy," he eyes you up and down.

On normal days, Hoseok tries his best to trick shot a used towel in the rack, but now, he wanted to take time with everything, step by step on his way to the rack. Or maybe that was just the painfully obvious travesty of him being as nerve-wracked as you are. "Saved it for today," your lips curl calmly. You were just better at hiding it.

"You're doing great. I have no idea where to look," his eyelids buzz in exaggeration, his hand stretched out as if to shield himself of the nudity before him.

"Not so bad yourself, sir."

"You're testing dangerous waters calling me sir like that."

"Yum."

"No; you're yum," he walks to you slowly. "Seriously-- your boobs are-- you are so pretty," he holds his own chest. The proximity gives you a good whiff of his body wash, and if anything, it makes your mind and ass sit with an edge. "Are... you okay, babe?"

Your eyes flicker up to him. He decides he looked too intimidating straightened up like that, so he kneels down, and now, you have to bow your head to meet eyes. "Yeah, there's-- nothing wrong," you say to him and yourself.

"I can just... make you cum, you know."

"That self-indulgent, or you mean we can wait?"

"You know I mean the latter."

"So you don't want to fuck me yet?"

"No-- I-- want to-- put my dick inside you, but I don't want you to feel pressured," he places his hand on your knee. Soothes the skin, because it's cold with a lack of mettle.

"I'm not scared. This is just a lot."

"Yes. Likewise."

"I'm finally losing my v card."

"Your what card?"

"Nothing, just-- kiss me and put your fingers inside me."

His lips are soft, wet like everything feels like a first time. So is his poorly dried hair, but you kick that thought to the side, because his lips pacify the numbness of yours with sensations you couldn't put into words, but hear when he says, "Make room for me."

As you do, he takes his shirt off, and he does so with confidence. The look on his face is stoic, but there's more evidence of how every second slowly riled him up in the heaving of his chest. You don't hide the way you look at him. Pure, stripped admiration. You had the biggest crush on Hoseok, and he wore it like a medal.

He crawls towards you. "Lay down."

"Sexy."

The laugh on his throat makes his eyes form crescents, and everything softens with the pepper of kisses on your face. "You're sexy."

"No, you."

Your hand finds his crotch. There's a spur of confidence in your fingertips, so you palm him, and it shuts him up. Makes him groan into your mouth in a scalding kiss, and maybe it's because you don't first move a lot. You want him.

He nudges his knee in between your legs and opens your heat with a sure finger sliding between the folds. Your breath hitches. "You feel okay?"

"Finger me."

"Wow. Appealing," he chuckles like he isn't appealed, and then he pushes his finger inside you. Curls it the way you like, and you squirm under him. "There you go, baby."

"Mff - "

"More?"

"Please," you squeak. Three fingers make for a good stretch, but the way they move is already making you want to cum. For why-- you don't know. "Okay-- oh - "

"Wanna cum?," he drops his voice.

"I - not yet." It's near abrupt how Hoseok stops his fingers. With the implication that if you were going to cum, it wouldn't be on his fingers. Crossing them, hopefully on his dick. He wipes your arousal on his boxers. It stains like he wants to show it to you.

He props himself on a plank above you, his knee keeping yours ajar. There's a wet kiss on your neck. "Lift your back."

When his voice was serious is what was really putting you through it. You arch your back. Feel the tease of his fingertips ascending to the clasp of your bra and undoing it.

"Want you," he mutters before another kiss below your ear where it tickled. You do him the deference of taking the rest of your bra away from your body, and it lands with a soft shuffle somewhere on the floor. Your heart's caught in your throat. "Want to do it."

"Do it," you bite your lip. Seems the way you'd said it pulled on his strings a tad bit, and you feel him grind soft on you.

"I'll make you feel good," he says, tracing kisses up to your cheek, and it warms your heart. The trust you feel cannot be said, so you stay silent and simper.

"I know you will."

He leans forward and grabs something with a clumsy hand. When he bites the wrapper off, it makes a crinkly sound, and now, the butterflies in your stomach are going haywire. He's silent when he kicks his boxers off and wears the condom with ease. "You trust me."

He's hovering over you again. "I do."

A sharp but desperate kiss on your lips, and it's strung between words. "Can't wait."

He finds your hand and holds it tight next to your head, and your free one finds home on his bicep. "M-Me, too."

"Let's-- look at each other, so I know when you want to stop, 'kay?," his voice is like satin.

Your eyes are already on him.

He has a bit of a hard time pulling your panties off, but when he finally does, he stares a little too long. He looks at you with blinking eyes, as if not wanting to show how ready he was to take your virginity, but his eyes get caught on the bright red of your chest, and he almost chokes. He welcomes it.

"Hoseok?"

"Hm-- uh-- hm?"

"A-Are you okay?"

"I-- 'course I am, princess," he pecks your lips, and they get tied in giggles. "--so... I'm gonna-"

"Y-Yeah, totally," you inhale, already squeezing where you hold him. Your eyes are on each other. You feel the head of his cock, wet, against your cunt, and he pushes in slow with a tight groan. You squeeze harder.

He makes sure your pussy stops clenching before he pushes in more. On your end of the line, the meat below your hole feels a little sore, and you're chewing on your lip a bit too hard. Hoseok likes the face you make-- likes the pure innocence being encroached, and it almost dangerously brazens him to push harder.

"Fuck-- i-it's-- are you okay?," he speaks in shivers.

He bottoms out. "I - I - don't move yet," you squint, your breath laboured, but it eases with your nerves and pussy.

Hoseok likes the face you make even more when he knows you glow in the way people do when comfortable, and he takes that as cue to start moving.

Your eyes flutter open. Watch him bite down on his lip, like shutting himself up will soothe you more. His cheeks are bloodshot, and his moans go out in restrained shivers. It turns you on so hard, you start moaning yourself. Brazen you are, yourself. "Fuck-- Hoseok - "

"Yeah? You feel good, baby?," his eyes are locked on your lips, at the small O they form.

His hand squeezes yours in return every time he thrusts, and you do with every brush on your sweet spot. Your eyes are welling up in tears. "It feels-- so good - anggh - ," you whine. The angle of his hips are certain. You can confirm that. "Please-- go faster."

"F-Faster? You want that?"

"God-- yes, I want you to fuck me."

"Fuuck, baby-- okay," he breathes, picking up his pace. He breaks his own rules and facade when he closes his eyes. Starts to think with his dick, and he feels so good. "Hngh - so fucking tight."

"H-Hoseok - ," every thrust earns you good stimulation on your clit from his hipbone, and it's a push and a second closer to an orgasm, so you embrace the sensation like it's your last.

His hips are very swift now, and the sounds are disgustingly sordid. Both of you still toiling on keeping your eyes open, but just catch each other in a ritual of moaning each others' names. There's love in the way you feel around Hoseok's cock, and it makes him twitch.

"H-Hoseok-- tell me what y-you want t-to do to me," you whimper. He knows how to make your lips and cunt gush at the same time, with his hipbone's vigor, but he didn't expect himself to be at your body's mercy with just a few words.

"W-Want to-- nngh - make you beg."

"Y-Yeah?-- fuck," you moan, and the heaving of your chest is laboured again. "What else?"

"Want to fuck that pretty mouth," he breathes into your neck, and his jaw is far from lax with all the clenching and choked growling.

"Oh, g-god, I'll let you fuck me-- however you want - fuck - !"

Your arm is numb under the plank of his, but it's an outlying thought, because now his other hand started working its magic on your clit. The thing about cumming with Hoseok is that he always makes you cum as hard as possible. Except now, it's around his dick. "You like that? Like when I touch you like this?"

"F-Fuck, yes - "

"You'll let me play with your clit until you cum around me? Hm?"

You feel it. It's very much there-- a knot twisting inside you, but it coaxes tears from your eyes, and your throat is sore with moaning and affection. "I'm - I think I - "

And it's also very much there for him-- what with your virgin pussy clenching the cum out of him, and his chest and abdomen tighten. "Yeah, cum for me."

"Cum with me."

"I'm - ," he growls, a pathetic string of groans closing around your ears, you can't hear that of your own but all you feel is the jitter of your hips, and a sharp climax that flicks your eyes back into your head.

He fucks himself into you, driving your orgasm away, and the sensation burns sharp, but it's quick enough that he promptly spurts in the condom, and it makes him moan differently. There's a sloppy kiss on your cheek before you get to snicker at the cum-stuffed rubber.

"I figured v card meant virginity card," he crashes his body on you, and you hit him because the soreness starts to kick in, and you know that and blame it on smut roots.

"No shit," you laugh, and nothing's funny, but you still do, because every edge of your being is lit up and giddy. "We should have sex when we wake up."

"Wow-- you're robust."

"It's what good dick does."

"You've had one dick, _____."

"And one dick forever," you stick out your pinky, a very sentimental way to establish your relationship with his dick and the perks that come with it-- a boyfriend. It's what good dick does to a virgin.

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claire-ful · 4 years

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Any good rk1k fic recs?

Ngl I’m flattered that u asked me for some, Anon. I am still very new in this fandom so I haven’t had the chance to do a full deep dive into Ao3 but here’s what I’d rec off the top of my head!

New Input, Adjusting Directive by Tabi_essentially (M)

Deviation just means breaking from your programming; it doesn't drop every human emotion on you at once. Feelings need to be gained by experience. Earned.

And Connor just earned “anger.”

TL;DR: someone stole Markus, and Connor isn’t here to play.

& Death Without Its Terrors by Tabi_essentially (M)

Markus just wants to get to know Connor. Connor wants to get to know Connor, too, but CyberLife is never going to leave them alone. Kidnapping Markus, hacking Connor in new and exciting ways, paying agents to undermine Jericho; it never ends. Elijah Kamski--or, more to the point, Chloe--might have a few secrets to bring CyberLife down for good. But those secrets unearth something inside of Connor that even he didn’t know was there, and it makes Amanda look like a flimsy piece of code in comparison.

Also, Chloe has a crush on North.

Had me stressed the fck out (multiple times!!) but utterly adored the plot progression

Of walls, the ease with which they crumble, and the people who break them down by headraline (M)

The dust settles on the march for Detroit and... it's definitely not the happy ending they'd see in movies.

The androids are free -yes; but they're also at a loss on what to do and where to go.

The humans seem all too happy to pretend this is just a bad dream.

They're on their own for now.

Post canon beauty, tho I gotta say the pianist in me was sceaming during chapter 8 LMAO

Things that make you go, ‘hngh.’ by Nanimok (T)

Connor is a simple man. He sees Markus, Hank's new personal trainer. He falls in love-but-mostly-lust. He wants Markus for life.

If only life was as simple as Connor was.

I’m not the biggest fan of Human!AU, but this one absolutely takes the cake. The characterisation. The character relationships. So soft. So much pining. Hngh.

Closing In by FarAwayInWonderland (T) Major Character Death

“You were so much more than this obsolete RK200,” Amanda whispered. “So much better. And yet you are here because you chose to lay down your life for him.” She let go of Connor and took a step back, tilting her head and taking him in as if she didn’t know him anymore. “Before I embrace oblivion and fade away I have one last question for you, Connor: Was it worth it? Deviancy? Freedom? Markus?”

Was this worth it? Absolutely.

Grayscaled by unholygrass (T) Major Character Death

The line between life and death is blurry for androids. In this case, it happens to be Connor's saving grace, and Markus's second chance at building the life he dreamed of.orConnor sacrifices his life for Markus and dies in his arms.

Although the author tagged it as MCD, it’s only temporary! RK1K here share a very tender and mature love and you can really feel it, hoo boy

(unholygrass’ works in general are my favourites tho, check them out!)

My saving grace by Akariorukidea (T) Graphic Depictions of Violence

Apparently, the Deviant Hunter had caught him, and he couldn’t be happier for it.

Weddings,,,, gimme more,,,. Also sign me up for the gratuitous Beyoncé reference

Straight Through My Heart by warbreaker (T)

Canon exploration and expansion. All of the times that Connor lied to himself and others about the way Markus made him feel (and all the times he didn't).

Now with bonus Markus chapters, because mutual pining makes the world go 'round.

**COMPLETE**

Temporary Character Death here folks! Also absolutely gorgeous character development. I would also like to draw attention to the tag of “Bittersweet Ending”. In the best way possible, this fic was like a siren and dragged me out into the open ocean, leaving me to drown LMAO

I will show you the components of calamity by alekszova (E)

Connor is haunted by Markus nearly convincing him to deviate, but he still has a mission to complete.

To quote an annotation I made during my read of this, this made me “STRESSED AND DISTRESSED AND DISTRAUGHT”

Might add onto this later, but here’s what I got so far! Very much enjoying my time here so far LOL

#detroit: become human #rk1k #dbh connor #dbh markus #conkus #(which is also apparently a ship name variant HSJDHS)#fic recs

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starscribbly · 7 years

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Coping With the Germs of an Asshole

Hello, all! I thought of the idea for this fanfiction when watching one of my favorite shows that tackles an issue that many people deal with, including my mom, myself, a close friend, and my cousin. The cases are different for everyone and I talked with my friend and cousin for a fair amount of time to understand their daily experiences with Mysophobia and Hypochondria.

My case is not as extreme and my moms is just a slight more extreme than mine. Both my friend and cousin are just like Alexander in this fanfiction.

I did think of many different possibilities for this fanfiction when it comes to ships but I want to deal with one of the more complex ones first. This story is JAMILTON but I will be posting a LAMS and HAMLIZA one soon. This AU will have three different stories.

Just so you know beforehand

Mysophobia: the Fear of Germs.

Hypochondriasis, also known as hypochondria, health anxiety or illness anxiety disorder, refers to worry about having a serious illness.

I will update every Tuesday.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE STORY

A young man stood still near the door of the train as he quickly approached his stop. A few people still watching him warily after witnessing him spray Lysol and rub alcohol on himself and the pole once he entered the train, filling the cramped space with the suffocating smell of chemicals.

“Next stop, Middletown Rd,” the speaker said in its monotone voice as the train began slowing to a halt.

Alexander breathed out a sigh of relief behind his hospital grade facemask and quickly stepped off the train before anyone could brush against him in the rush. His small frame rushed through the crowd, expertly dodging all forms of matter that showed any potential of holding disease.

His heart slammed in his chest as he practically ran to his small apartment that he shared with his long-time friend, John Laurens.

“Looks like you survived another day.” he said from the couch as Alex slammed the door behind himself and quickly began spraying himself once more with Lysol as he walked to his room to grab some clean clothes, the chemical smell of the house not affecting John in any way after having lived with it for two years.

“Hngh.. some lady brought her sick kid in the library and he sneezed on the book he was returning and I nearly fainted when I grabbed it.” Alexander paused at the doorway of his bedroom to explain to John.

“Don’t you wear gloves at work though?” He twisted and looked back at Alexander as he lifted his can of cherry dr.pepper to his mouth.

“Yes but still.” Alexander huffed and tore off his facemask as he stomped into the bedroom.

Thirty minutes later, Alexander stepped out of the bathroom and sat on a recliner near the couch as he vigorously dried his hair with a towel. His after work snack of carrots and celery with almonds already washed and placed on the coffee table. It took John forever to have Alex be okay with him preparing his food with minimal anxiety.

Alex pulled his bowl to his chest as he got comfortable on the chair, his eyes focusing on the television. John looked at Alex for a moment and finished off his Dr.pepper before setting the can on the table until he was going to leave the room so he could toss it out.

“Your classes start tomorrow right?” He watched Alex breathe in deeply and quietly chew on a carrot as he thought for a moment.

“Yeah.. I probably won’t be home until eight at night.” He popped an almond in his mouth.

“What time are you leaving?” another almond.

“One.” John picked the can up and crushed it.

“Well, I hope you’ll be fine.” John never made Alex’s condition sway how he talked to him but he made sure to always wish him luck in some way, especially after an incident that happened the previous semester.

“I’ll be fine, I bought everything that I’ll need.” Alex gave John a quick smile before taking a loud bite of a celery stick. This made John laugh.

“I’m sure you will be. What classes are you taking again?” Another loud crunch.

“Polisci and Debate for Tuesdays and Thursdays, Law and Trig on Mondays and Wednesdays.” John let out a whistle before letting out a chuckle.

“Only you would work yourself like this Alex.”

“It’s not a lot. If anything I wish I chose more classes.” He mumbled before sliding a carrot into his mouth.

“Of course you do.” John stood up and stretched, his back cracking which made him release a satisfied sigh.

“Anyways, I had a busy day at the coffee shop so I’m hitting the hay. What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” John grabbed his crushed Cherry Dr.Pepper can and looked at Alex.

“Pancakes?” He asked as he placed the last few almonds in his mouth. John smiled and nodded.

The two men told each other goodnight and John sauntered into his own room, the only place he can keep a little dirty without having to worry Alex. It not like he hated being his roommate, he actually loved it, since living with Alex he has never gotten sick and that’s a plus for him. Not getting sick means more work days which means more cash for them. It all worked out, and John learned much more things about the world that he would have otherwise been oblivious too. Alex has open many doors for him that were previously closed and he’s very grateful for that.

John smiled again as he peeled off his clothes except for his boxers and slid into bed, almost instantly falling to sleep as his head hit the pillow.

#Coping with the germs of an asshole #CWTGOAA #Jamilton #alexander hamilton #hamilton #thomas jefferson #jefferson #shipping #musicals #fanfiction #original work #alex is diagnosed with mysophobia and hydrochondria #germs #enemies to lover #john laurens #platonic lams #john is his best friend

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