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The Flower That Bloomed Nowhere

What is it, and why you should read it.

(Art by purple)

The Flower That Bloomed Nowhere is a currently updating webserial by author Lurina. It's one of my favorite things I've read in a long while and I'd like to convince you all to give it a chance.

My elevator pitch is this: A time-loop murder mystery directly inspired by Umineko, with a lot of similar vibes to the Locked Tomb Trilogy - partially due to it's meditations on grief and mortality and partially due to it's far-future magical sci-fi world where we follow a fucked up lesbian necromancer on a task she is determined to see through to the end. A deeply complex, unique, and believable world that plays hosts to one of the best interpersonal dynamics I've read.

In a future so far-flung that it is past the heat death of the universe, humanity has constructed a new society that is post-scarcity but not post-stratification. Utsushikome of Fusai is one amongst a class of prodigious young medical arcanists (essentially grad students) who are invited to visit a recently legitimized conclave of top-of-the-line researchers studying immortality. Accompanying Su is her best friend Ran, a fellow arcanist. Over the course of the novel we begin to slowly unravel exactly what ulterior motives have brought them to this conclave and how events in their childhoods and years of working toward their shared goal has warped their relationship into what we now see. This relationship is the crown jewel of Flower's narrative, and getting to peel back the layers of it as you read is a delight.

Like Umineko, Flower is a murder mystery that prevents itself with in-universe Rules that dictate the murders' parameters, meaning there's a lot to chew on for anyone who likes solving mysteries. For those that don't, like myself, Flower offers instead a richly developed world and plenty of open questions about the sociopolitical and metaphysical implications of its own worldbuilding.

Below the cut, I'll go into more detail about the series (without spoilers!) for those of you whose interest has been piqued.

The Flower That Bloomed Nowhere is currently ongoing, updating every few weeks. It's several hundred thousand words, so if you're looking for something substantial to keep you entertained, you've got it. As you might expect from the length, the pacing is decently slow. I don't see this as a bad thing at all, because within this pacing Lurina dripfeeds the readers enough new and interesting information at a regular rate that it never feels like your time is being wasted. But if you can't handle slow burns, I wouldn't recommend this one for you.

If you enjoyed the Zero Escape series and liked that they stopped solving murder puzzles to infodump about fringe science, I think you'll get a lot out of Flower. Characters are frequently interrupting their life-or-death scenarios to have lofty, philosophical and political discussions. It's a ton of fun if you like reading characters argue.

'People have to sleep.' 'People have to work.' 'People have to die.' But those were just vague rules, phrasing I'd used because it had been easier in the context of that conversation. What really mattered, on the day-to-day level, was the idea that it was all for something. If someone invented a elixir that made people not to need to sleep, it would, in retrospect, recontextualize all nights everyone ever wasted sleeping as wastes of time. Not something that occurred for some inherent purpose, but whims of circumstance, a tragedy of when you happened to be born. If you accepted that all unfair things in the world could be removed, if only someone knew how - fatigue, labor, death - then to exist in the world we had now, with all its grotesque imperfections, was to know that you had been violated by fate.

Along those lines it's just got a sense of humor I really enjoy. Pretty dry and cavalier. It manages to keep the mood light without feeling like it's undermining it's own stakes. I'm particularly fond of Su's penchant for telling incredibly depressing suicide jokes that just Do Not Land.

The peer pressure cut into me like a hot knife. I hesitated a little, biting my lip. "Well, uh, okay. I'll just tell a quick one." I swallowed, my mind quickly scrambling. "Okay, so, there's a woman who runs a dispensary for second hand goods. She sees a man come in who's a regular customer. He's kind of a mess-- Has a big beard, a bad complexion. He buys a razor, and tells her he needs it to clean himself up, because he has a date." I could see that I now had Ophelia's attention and that Kam was looking pleased with herself, but Ran was watching me, too. I could see the look in her eyes. It screamed at me, with such vividity that it could be sold at an art gallery: You better not be telling a suicide joke right now, or we're going to have a talk. But it was too late. The wheels were already in motion.

As I mentioned up top, the relationship between Ran and Su is just one of my favorite interpersonal dynamics ever. Period. The author is playing some insanely complicated 5th dimensional yuri chess and I am absolutely here for it as someone who likes characters who are deeply devoted to each other in a way that is deeply deeply fraught. I cant emphasize enough how obsessed I am with what they have going on.

Additionally, as stated, the worldbuilding in Flower is top tier. The author clearly understands how every part of her world functions, which makes the moral quandaries and politics presented all the more impactful because they're very believable. It's hard to talk about Flower's world without spoiling too much of the specifics that get slowly revealed, but it doesn't fall back on any typical sci-fi standard fare and feels like a breath of fresh air amongst recycled and repetitive worldbuilding tropes.

A lot of really fun side characters. Strong voices for all of the supporting cast (♥♥Kamrusepa♥♥) and even though not every character gets their own arc, they all clearly have plenty of interiority. Once again, another thing that makes Flower feel very believable despite it's absurdities.

Autism

"Did you notice anything out of the ordinary with anyone?" She eyed him. "Anyone who seemed tense?" "Saoite, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but half of our class is so autistic that they constantly seem tense. You might as well ask me to find a specific turd in a sewer." "Just answer the question, please," she replied flatly.

Guys it's really good just trust me I don't want to spoil you for the more intricate plot beats but they're doing some crazy shit here. It's never a bad time to support an independent author's project. If you're sick of corporate mass-media and stuff needing to be marketable, getting into independent works owned and supported by individual creators is a great way to push back against that. I highly recommend it.

#media recs #the flower that bloomed nowhere

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justawritterwithideas · 11 months

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Boy Wonder and the Rockstar | s.r

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summary: The BAU rushes to Washington after discovering that the lead singer of a famous band may be in danger, causing Spencer to come face to face with his past after 15 years.

general warnings: this series contains topics such as mentions of death, alcohol, drugs, strong vocabulary, as well as talk of heartbreak, disappointment and arguments. It also contains content regarding CM season 13, so it clearly contains spoilers.

chapter warnings: this chapter contains mentions of murder, vomiting, mistreatment, as well as the use of strong vocabulary. this is a spencer reid x famous!reader story.

words: 4,269 words.

a/n: hello! here i come with the second chapter of "boy wonder and the rockstar", i had fun writing this chapter as i also suffered from lack of creativity ( T T ), but finally inspiration touched me. I hope you like it. Remember to read the chapter cautions and have a good read.! English is not first language, so I may have mistakes, if so, I'm sorry. :(

𝟎.𝟐: 𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫.

For many people, memories that are related to times in their lives relate to certain aspects of the five senses, whether it's certain sounds or textures, music that brings them back to that exact memory, or simply tastes of foods that remind them of what their loved ones used to make.

For Spencer, it was smells.

Despite possessing a memory that makes him remember even the smallest detail of what happened the day before, his olfactory memory was much more developed than other senses.

During his childhood, or what he considers childhood, his memories smelled of the pages of old books that his mother read to him and her perfume, impregnated in the bed sheets when they sat together to read some classic of literature. When he was in his youth, sometimes the smells reminded him of the charcoal in his pencil, writing mathematical exercises on white sheets, or sometimes the smell of chlorine, because of the thousand times bullies forced him to go to the bathroom.

But during his college days, he always thought that the smell that would be his favorite was the soft smell of the library, of wood and humidity; but no, those memories had the smell of freshly brewed coffee, cherries and menthol cigarettes.

His good memories always brought smiles to his face in the middle of nowhere, as if he was remembering one of those old bad jokes they used to tell him and he couldn't find the humor in them, or maybe the less thought out answers to such logical questions. His good memories caused his stomach to clench tightly and his chest to feel heavy, as if a stone was replacing his heart.

Spencer knew why. Why his body felt that way.

But he didn't want to admit why.

Because if he admitted it, he knew the only reason he did would make him regret it, he would have to give reason to his sentimental side than the rational side.

And he hated not being right.

"Spence."

J.J.'s voice brought the boy back to his desk, taking his eyes off the nearly iced coffee with a pound of sugar to keep him awake.

He'd been daydreaming about Y/N's laughter in his ear for nights now, just like when they had sleepovers at her apartment. He couldn't get her out of his head, let alone get the smell out of her hair when she was the small spoon.

"What, what's going on?" the opposite replied, looking at the blonde. She seemed to be trying to decipher what was going on in her friend's head.

"I'm asking you, is something wrong, are you sleeping well?"

"Yes." Bullshit.

"Are you sure? Your eyes say otherwise." The black circles under his eyes gave him away.

"I've been sleepless for a few days, but it's because my neighbors won't let me sleep." Another bullshit.

"You should talk to them, you know." The boy nodded, giving the blonde an elongated smile and returning to his paperwork.

"Really all right?"

"Yeah, J.J. It's fine."

"'S okay, you know what you can tell me."

"Yes J.J., thank you."

The answer didn't leave the blonde satisfied, but she made an extraordinary effort to ignore his attitude and return to the desk with Luke and Matt, who had been staring at him for a couple of minutes.

"He's rambling again." Commented J.J as she returned, who kept her eyes on her best friend and tried to figure out what was wrong with him.

It was usual at this time of year, when the leaves were beginning to turn their last summer colors, that Spencer would go blank staring at a spot in the room more than once.

No one quite understood why that happened to him, the only one who knew was Gideon. But he never shared any of Spencer's secrets, not even if a gun was held to his chest.

"Guess whateee, my dear friends!" The conversation was interrupted by a cheerful and enthusiastic Penelope, who commanded everyone's attention with her sonorous voice.

"What's going on, Garcia?" Luke turned to see her, who was coming with an envelope in her hand.

"Your genius did it again, rub the wishing lamp and I got tickets to the best concert of the year - Paradox in Virginia! Can you believe it?"

"You got them!?" J.J. was the first to startle, coming closer to see the tickets for the most anticipated concert of the year.

"That's right, my dear friend! A girls' night out to see Paradox. You, me, Emily and Tara."

"No way, god. I'll talk to Will and rest assured I'll be ready for that night." J.J smiled hugging her friend's arm.

"What's Paradox...?" muttered Luke, causing Matt to turn to look at him. The poor Luke was trying to comprehend what his friends were talking about.

Was he too out of date on pop culture or were they speaking in some kind of secret code?

"Oh Luke, why did you ask that?" Matt shook his head, earning a glare from the blonde couple.

"What did you say, newbie, don't you know what Paradox is? Oh god, no way. I'll have to bring you up to date with a course on what today's music is right now, follow me." Penelope motioned to the boy, who turned to see Matt who was lifting his shoulders laughing.

"No Penelope, you're not going anywhere. We have a case, and it's urgent. There's no time, meeting room now."

The rest of the people turned to look at each other, abiding by their boss's orders as they saw her so anxious and serious about a case.

That didn't look good at all.

The adrenaline and euphoria of last night's show, plus the last two dates, had been enough of a stimulant for Y/N to fall asleep in bed once they arrived at the hotel. Her whole body was exhausted, and at that moment all she wanted was some chamomile tea and a thousand hours of sleep.

She loved her job, of course she did! But she was mentally and physically exhausted from giving almost 15 concerts without a break, from one state to another, with more cups of coffee and energizers in her body than times where her eyes closed to sleep.

And the only time she found peace and quiet was when her body was being moved from one location to another, so, at that moment, her body was resting in the comfortable seat of the SUV after being driven to an interview and returned to the hotel to rest.

She felt her limbs meld with the seat, feeling like she was in heaven itself where her muscles all over her body were relaxing after days.

Her peace didn't last long when she heard a soft call.

"Psss, Y/N."

The, now, blonde heard the call from Felix, also known as the band's drummer and her best friend.

"What? You ruin my beauty nap."

"What did one wall say to the other?"

Y/N could hang him right then and there.

More the tiredness in her body made her think, trying to devise the best answer to get him to leave her alone.

"What?"

"I'll meet you at the corner."

"I'm having the biggest self-control to not kill you because you just interrupted the only moment of peace I've had these past three months, asshole."

"You haven't been able to sleep?"

Y/N denied with her eyes closed, desperate to get back to her attempt at sleep.

"Not a single moment, I woke up three times last night and that was the best attempt at sleep I've ever had."

"Your pills aren't working?"

"They're placebos, they won't make my body calm down just like that and go back to my eight hour sleep cycle that I'd had for the last two years without touring." The young woman opened one eye, looking at her friend. "I just have to get used to it, I have to get back to the cycle of excitement I used to have when it was tour after tour."

"Maybe if we talk about that thing that bothers you-"

"No way."

Y/N knew what he meant, knew it was talking about a certain doctor who gave her goosebumps every time she thought about him and took her back to her college days.

Why was she still thinking about him? It had been almost 15 years since they last spoke.

Y/N looked at the date on her phone.

No, she was wrong.

It had been 15 years since they last spoke.

Today was 15 years since she had received the last letter from Spencer with her name written on it.

The last time she felt the smell of his perfume on the sheets and his ugly doctor's handwriting on a sheet of paper.

The last time she saw written "wherever you are, whatever you do or whoever you are with, you are always on my mind and in my heart, Y/N."

Last time she saw written "Love from Quantico, dr. Spencer Reid. I'm also known as your #1 fan, but only you know that."

Was that the reason she hadn't slept well that night? Yes.

Was that the reason she hadn't slept well for that last week? Yes.

Was that the reason why, every time she closed her eyes, she saw him smile? Yes.

Was she going to admit it? No.

Never.

"Y/N..."

"I don't want to talk about it, Felix. Don't insist."

"But, Y/N-"

"Let it go, Felix. Really, don't insist." Tyler's voice made Felix turn to look at him angrily.

Tyler and Shawn, the guitarist and bassist respectively, shook their heads and made an "X" symbol with their fingers, muttering at the same time "don't do it, don't be stupid."

"Enough kids, let it go. In two days we have a very important concert to give in Seattle, so I don't want any fights."

"You heard him, Felix." Y/N smiled opening her eyes, looking in the direction of Gerald, her manager.

Thank you, Y/N murmured in the man's direction.

Gerald just raised his shoulders, noticing how the van parked.

"Okay, down."

Tyler and Shawn were the first to get out, followed by Y/N and then Felix.

Felix hated to come off as meddling in Y/N's life, so whenever he meddled too much in the girl's life, he simply knew that seeking forgiveness from her was his best option.

"Sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to insist."

"It's okay, Felix. I know you meant no harm, but I don't want to talk about it."

"And when will you?"

"I don't know, I guess when I'm ready."

"It's been 15 years, Y/N."

"I know, but I'm still not read-"

"Miss Autumn?"

Y/N turned to see the receptionist, who was holding a package.

"A package has arrived for you."

"Thank you, do you know who brought it?"

"No miss, I'm sorry."

"No worries, thanks again."

Y/N received it, walking to the elevator along with Felix after seeing how the package had a sticker on it that said "express delivery."

"What did you order, compulsive shopper?" Gerald turned to look at her, causing Y/N to deny in confusion.

"Nothing that I know of, I promise."

"Maybe it's a collaboration, Tiffany's already started putting the ads with your face all over it." Shawn smiled, elbowing the arm of the store's new ambassador.

"A gift for you to occupy at the next gig." Gerald replied, nodding softly as he looked down at his phone.

The box was small and covered in the typical plastic they place around it. Compact enough to drop a set of jewelry on behalf of the brand, but it seemed odd that it came directly and without warning.

The group made their way to the small meeting room where they had set up everything they needed, ready to hear the itinerary Gerald had prepared for them about their upcoming events.

Y/N's fingers went to open the package once it was placed on the table, watching as the "Tiffany & Co." logo on its little sky blue box.

"Okay guys, tomorrow you have rehearsal from noon until three in the afternoon, then you'll have an interview on a radio station near the sta-"

A beautiful gold ring with a navy blue gem in the middle was the first thing that caught the young woman's eye, perfect for the occasion. But it was heavier than usual.

"Then you can go eat and rest, we'll still have dress rehearsal, so you can get ready-"

A shout coming from Y/N deafened the group of people, causing them all to look in her direction.

Her skin was as white as paper, her eyes fixed on the box she had just opened and her face with an expression of pure terror from an experimental horror movie.

All eyes went in the direction of the box, which Y/N felt like everything she had eaten that morning was going to spew out of her mouth right then and there.

"Shit."

The beautiful ring encircled something.

A human finger.

A human finger that stained the bottom of the box.

A human finger that was accompanied by a note.

"I hope you enjoy my gift, my sweet star. I made it just for you, good luck at the concert."

"This morning at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel in Washington, the lead singer of the band Paradox received a package. Inside was a human finger with a ring on it." Emily was passing around the photographs that had been sent by the Washington police, it showed just what she had just described above. "According to the receptionist it was dropped off by someone from a package store. The police questioned him and he said it had arrived with yesterday's load of packages."

"From where?" Luke asked.

"They don't know, they collect packages from all over the country so they don't know where it came from. They're looking for the tracking code of the branch they sent it from."

"How grotesque, who would send such a thing to an artist like her?" Tara looked at Emily, who sighed.

"But what do we have to do with this case?" Rossi looked at his tablet, zooming in on the picture of the ring.

"The DNA results came back to find out whose finger it is." A photograph of a stranger appeared on the TV screen. "He is Bruno Colombo, an Italian artist and the owner of that finger. We just got word that his lifeless body was found in his art studio."

"He's Autumn's ex-fiancé." Penelope commented, surprised at all that was going on. "In 2016, he and Autumn got engaged after dating for two years, but after a few months it was discovered that the engagement ended after Autumn discovered him and an art gallery owner having sex in his studio. According to him he did it because he wanted to make an exhibition that would portray Autumn's true feelings, and this way he could see her feeling of anger and sadness. There are still people who idolize him for that."

"What a jerk." Matt muttered.

"And how come no one noticed his absence?"

" According to this, he was isolating himself when he was setting up exhibits so it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to suddenly disappear."

Spencer felt his heart pounding, why would he get like this over a clear case of a stalker obsessing over a music star?

It's not like he even knew her.

"Apparently, this relates to a series of related cases over ten years that the only common element is this band, Paradox. No one has ever linked them before as none of the modes of operation are the same, the only factor that unites them is the viciousness with which they are carried out and the band, of course." Emily sighed, showing the various faces and deaths that surrounded them.

"Race or religion has nothing to do with it, it seems neither does gender." Spencer commented, quickly reading each of the bodies found. "But it looks like they all had an encounter with the band or one of the members. From 2008 when the first body was found until now."

"The director asked us to take on this case, the level of this band is insane and it seems to be going against the vocalist, Autumn. They are currently on a world tour after two years of no activity, plus not much is known about her in general." Emily turned to look at Penelope. "Garcia, you're joining us on this trip. You serve us better back in Washington than you do here at Quantico. Reid and Lewis will go meet the M.E., the rest of us will go to the station and then we'll all go to the Queen Elizabeth Hotel, we'll meet the band and their manager." The whole group was surprised, especially Penelope who held a surprised expression. "Wheels up in 30."

Y/N always thought that the whole thing about having human parts shipped to you in a box was part of fiction. At best, news fiction.

But what she had just experienced was surreal.

Her body was shaking with a cup of tea in her hands, feeling her hands stinging around the cup.

"Who the fuck would send something like that to Y/N? No one we know is capable of doing anything to her, they would fuck up their careers if they were exposed like that." Tyler turned, annoyed, in the direction of Y/N. "Who did this to you, are you hiding something from us?"

"No, Tyler. I'm not hiding anything, why would I hide the fact that someone sent me a fucking human part on my name to a hotel in the middle of our comeback tour? You're blaming me for something, huh? Tell me to my fucking face, Tyler."

Y/N stood up in exasperation, letting the hot water spill onto the floor.

"I don't know, you tell me, Y/N. If you got sent a finger."

"Go straight to hell, Tyler. Right straight up." Commented the girl raising her middle finger.

"Enough! Both of you." Gerald's loud voice interrupted them, separating the band's strong personalities. "Right now we can't fight. They just sent a fucking human finger to Y/N, we can't get mad about that, we should be worried."

"Finally someone with sense." Y/N sat back down, setting the cup aside.

"What are they seeing so much of us, why aren't they doing anything? They should be looking for the person responsible." Felix got up walking towards the officers, being stopped by Shawn.

"Hey, they're doing the best they can. If we go in there and raise our voices, we're going to hinder the investigation, don't be a dickhead."

"Damn it, this can't be happening." Y/N stood up, starting to walk over to her purse to pull out a cigarette and place it between her teeth.

"You can't smoke in here, Y/N." Gerald's warning went in one ear to the girl and out the other, flicking her lighter. "Y/N."

"What, look at the shit we're in, I just got sent a fucking human finger from who-knows-who and you're asking me to keep my cool!? I can't! There's a crazy person out there sending me that shit with 'nice words'." The girl threw the lighter at who-knows-where, finding herself on the verge of an anxiety attack. "Don't fuck around and leave me alone to have a smoke, Gerald."

The group fell back into the same silence that surrounded them four hours ago, letting the cigarette smoke flood their nostrils.

They were desperate, they needed to get to the root of this.

Y/N knew it. Right now she was the eye of the hurricane, who that box and message were addressed to; the same person who had sent her that, had taken it upon himself to send her flowers and letters with the same nickname, "my sweet star."

At first she thought it was nice, of course it's nice when you get your favorite flowers along with letters of good cheer and best wishes, but it's not nice when you get a gift like today's.

But her attitude would get her nowhere, she was annoyed and exasperated, but they didn't deserve that kind of treatment.

"I'm sorry, but this is too much for me, I can't handle this alone and my attitude isn't helping anything. " Y/N commented, taking her eyes off her cigarette and looking at the people closest to her. "We should be in this together."

"I'm sorry, kid. I got upset that I couldn't help you, that you didn't know who sent you that." Tyler sighed, giving the girl a rueful smile.

"Don't worry about it, Ty. I'm really sorry, everyone."

The girl took another puff on her cigarette, letting the minty flavor cool her lungs.

"The FBI is here."

The announcement made everyone look at each other, taking their last breaths and letting Y/N finish what she was doing, the only thing keeping her sane at that moment.

"I'll see you downstairs, okay?" Felix left a kiss on the young woman's forehead, taking his leave to get on the elevator.

Y/N found herself alone in the room, again feeling disgust rise in her throat. She couldn't get the image of that package out of her mind, how was someone capable of writing those sweet words and sending something as grotesque as that.

The girl's hands gently stroked her cheeks, waking up and she shook her head. She would make one last stop to the bathroom before heading downstairs, so she could go more consciously for who-knows-what things would make her talk.

The BAU met up with a group of people who, thanks to the way Penelope was getting excited, could be sure it was Paradox.

All along the way, Spencer had listened to Garcia's theories and who it could have been. He loved listening to her talk, but his head was somewhere else, somewhere else but there.

Something inside him sensed something, something he wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe it was his thoughts of the past that had been running through him since morning.

"Agent Prentiss, I'm Gerald Murphy, the manager of Paradox." The man shook hands with the woman, who was looking over his shoulder at three people. "These are the members of the band: Tyler, Shawn and Felix."

The three let out a wave into the air, giving them a smile of sorts.

Spencer knew they weren't entirely happy they were there, he read it in their body language.

"I understand there are four of you in the band, here I see three." Emily looked directly into Gerald's eyes.

"Yeah, Autumn, the vocalist, is upstairs finishing something. But she's coming down now, right?" Felix nodded, watching the FBI agents.

Felix crossed glances with Spencer, feeling that familiar air from somewhere.

Spencer felt that familiar air too, but maybe he thought his mind was playing tricks on him.

"Please, let's go somewhere more private. That way we can talk more quietly."

Gerald motioned to the three men, who plunged inside the room, followed by everyone else.

The BAU settled down in front of the four people seated on the couches.

"If you like, we can wait for Miss Autumn." Emily glanced at the group, all of whom nodded.

"It's for the best, she's the most affected." Felix looked in the direction of Tyler and Shawn, who simply nodded in unison.

"You've never received anything like this before?" Luke directed his question at the group of people, causing Tyler to let out a sarcastic laugh.

"You think that's a normal thing to receive, a human finger? Please, be realistic."

"Tyler, shut up." Shawn motioned, slapping the young man's knee.

"That's a stupid question of his, since when is getting shit like that going to be normal?"

"Tyler!" Shawn gave him a stern look, turning his gaze back to Luke. "I'm sorry, we're touchy about this that just happened."

"My question was out of line, it's my fault." Luke admitted, turning to look at the rest.

"When is Autumn getting here?" Felix's question seemed to work magic, smelling her best friend's signature scent.

A strong smell of cherries and menthol tobacco made Spencer shake his head.

It wasn't time to remember Y/N, it wasn't time to focus on something like that.

It felt like his head was playing a joke on him, as if she was suddenly here. But the smell didn't go away, in fact, it intensified to the point that Spencer could feel his head hurting.

"Sorry I'm late."

Spencer felt his entire body freeze, as if he were turning into an ice cube.

The voice he thought he would never hear again.

The voice that escaped so much in his dreams.

He could hear it there, like an echo in his head.

His head turned, catching the figure that had just entered with some haste.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Autu-"

"Y/N."

The girl looked up, meeting Spencer's hazel eyes.

No way, Y/N thought.

Her heart stopped, as did the time around her.

Standing in front of her was a much older and mature Spencer Reid, but with that same lotion that made her dizzy.

The woman's mouth opened slightly, feeling the air in her lungs catch and no words came out of her mouth.

Her lip quivered, her pulse altered.

"Spencer."

Oh fate, how cruel did you have to be?

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a lot of love, alme. ❀

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tourettesdog · 2 years

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DP x DC prompt/story where, after falling through a portal in the Ghost Zone, Danny winds up in the heart of Gotham.

Danny knows right away that he’s in a different universe. The air feels... different. There’s some ectoplasm, but it feels foreign and wrong. Like hearing your voice through a recording.

Danny quickly tries to figure out how different this universe is to his own. He finds a newspaper and the articles he reads make his brows furrow together in puzzlement. Apparently superheroes and vigilantes are commonplace in this world. This city. He’s not sure how to feel about that.

He learns the city is called Gotham-- and quickly realizes just how dangerous it is. Danny has been in the city for less than thirty minutes when a man tries to mug him. He manages to slip away uninjured, but Danny is exhausted from exploring the GZ earlier that day. He finds an abandoned building to hunker down in for the night.

It’s not until the next day when Danny’s predicament really settles in. He is lost in a dangerous city-- in a different universe-- and he has no idea how to get home... or if he even can.

If only to keep his mind from wandering, Danny sets about procuring supplies. If he has any hopes of surviving, he needs food, water, and warmer clothes. He reluctantly steals what he needs, trying his best to take from larger establishments.

Danny also starts looking for work so he can make some money and keep his stealing to a minimum.

Using overshadowing to manage the hiring process without documentation, Danny winds up working at a small coffee shop. It’s a simple enough job, and one he’s done before back in Amity Park.

When Danny isn’t working, he spends his free time exploring Gotham. He keeps moving locations, trying to find a more comfortable spot to sleep at night as fall slowly turns into winter. The cold doesn’t bother him as Phantom, but it’s another story when he’s curled up at night as a human.

It doesn’t take long for Danny to cave and start trying to help as Phantom. There’s so much crime in Gotham, and it seems like the vigilantes can’t keep up with it. It bothers him to hear the gunshots and screams, and he does what he can when he can.

Unfortunately, fighting humans is much more difficult than fighting ghosts. Humans are much more fragile than the enemies he’s used to, and more than once Danny almost accidentally kills a robber trying to stop a simple assault.

He also quickly learns that Batman is very suspicious of Phantom and does not want him in his territory. Danny keeps his distance from the vigilantes, but he knows they want to learn more about him-- and might try and capture him for interrogation if they could only figure out how.

It’s frustrating for Danny. Helping out as Phantom is the one thing he can do that reminds him of home, and even that is a struggle. His Obsession suffers for it, as he slogs through the days, trying to figure out how long he can keep this up before breaking under the strain.

One thing that brightens Danny’s days is seeing his favorite regular at the coffee shop. A cute guy around his age, who he feels immediate affection for after watching him down a latte with 6 shots of espresso in it like it was nothing. The guy’s name is Tim.

Danny develops a nice rapport with Tim. He comes by almost every day, and never once looks well-rested. Danny is reluctant to make friends-- still holding onto the thin hope that a portal might open up and let him head home any day-- but it’s hard to resist Tim’s charm. He reminds Danny of Sam and Tucker in ways-- with his dark sense of humor, and his love for technology. He’s also a giant nerd and Danny swiftly learns a host of new universe memes from him (some of them being eerily similar to his own world’s).

At some point Danny realizes they’re flirting. He’s not sure when that started-- he’s always been an awkward mess at it-- but they’re both flirting and Danny is falling hard.

Danny winds up meeting some of Tim’s siblings not through Tim introducing them, but through them finding him. It’s a bit weird, but funny. He’s not sure how many siblings Tim has; it seems like he says a new name every time he mentions them.

Danny tries his best to skirt around his own home life, but he can tell Tim is curious. Danny has a shitty little apartment now, but it’s hardly much of a life.

Tim and Danny wind up going on a few dates and he is absolutely smitten. The hope of returning home has slowly been dying in Danny’s chest. More and more he clings to his work at the coffee shop and those instances where Tim walks through the door. It feels like the only thing he has to live for at the moment.

One night Danny hears a loud commotion while he is flying as Phantom. He follows the source of the noise and finds one of the Gotham vigilantes, Red Robin, bleeding out. He’s a mess-- half-buried under rubble with a gunshot in his side and blood dripping from his mouth. Danny tries to perform triage on him, but realizes that the man is dying.

It’s while holding the vigilante, trying to ease his suffering with ice as he passes, that Danny realizes he seems familiar. The hair, the lilt to his voice as he tries to speak... Danny can’t help but remove the domino mask, spurned on by a horrifying suspicion coiling in his chest. He screams when he sees Tim’s familiar, wide eyes staring back at him. They’re growing dim.

Danny acts purely on instinct. He’s not sure what drives him to do it-- what instinctual knowledge takes over-- but Danny fills the wound in Tim’s side with ectoplasm. Too much ectoplasm. His hands spark with the material, and Tim’s body jerks-- he screams and Danny isn’t even sure if what he’s doing is right.

When Danny pulls his shaking hands away, Tim lies still. Ectoplasm seeps from his wound-- his mouth. He’s not even breathing. Danny watches on in horror, wondering if all he did was make Tim’s last moments pure agony.

Tim’s eyes flutter open, briefly flashing green. A familiar ring of light sparks to life at his naval, but it splutters away as Tim groans, staring up at Danny with tired eyes, and passes out. He’s breathing, agonizingly slowly. His heartbeat, once steady as any human’s, is hardly there. It’s all too familiar for Danny.

Danny reaches to scoop Tim up, not knowing if he will thank Danny for what he’s done once he’s lucid. Before his hands can touch him, Danny feels a malignant presence behind him and hears the telltale click of a gun.

“What the fuck did you do to him?”

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seresinhangmanjake · 5 months

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From Two to Four: Part 3 - Preview

Single dad!Jake Seresin x single mom!reader

It’s your turn, and that unspoken but typically obvious courtesy has been driving you insane.

It’s been over a year since you last consistently met up with a man, and your memory had failed you, leaving you a few steps behind until you finally recalled that taking turns is how this whole thing works. There is back and forth. Vulnerability on both sides. An equal showing of interest.

Jake had broached the subject of going out on a date, but you never gave him a firm answer. You just assumed he would officially ask when he's ready. After all, he's been the one to reach out and plan all of your children's get-togethers. It seemed likely that he'd be the same when it comes to dating. But then it clicked---Jake hasn't texted you about anything other than your kids in the last thirteen days, eight hours, and—you glance at your phone's clock—seventeen minutes, give or take; A pretty strong indicator that if you want to start seeing him as more than playdate chaperones, it very much lies on your shoulders.

However, there is a touch of hesitation in taking the next step to advance your own form of playdate. You like him...a lot. Sometimes you wish you didn't, but you do, and there’s no easy excuse to give him up. He’s perfect. Stupidly handsome, smart, and a wonderful father from what you can see. He matches your openness in discussing past relationships, and most importantly: Jamie loves his daughter.

Your son and Olive Seresin are a match made in chaotic heaven; wild in their young spirits, but from their bond you sense a supportive future. One where they are always one another’s shoulder to cry on, their ear to listen, their voice of reason. Jamie needs that, and you know Olive does too.

So, you can admit, at the moment, you are the only obstacle. Your willingness to accept that Jake couldn't possibly be like Jamie’s father is easier said than done. Nick was once perfect, too, or so it seemed.

In some ways, Jake reminds you of Nick. Unfairly attractive with a megawatt smile and a sense of humor that perfectly compliments yours. That’s how Nick got you in the beginning. But he changed overnight, and your one hope that Jake won’t do the same is that he has Olive to think about. Jake knows responsibility and commitment in a way you expected of Nick but never found once it was time for him to prove himself.

But then you overthink whenever you consider what comes next if you start going out with Jake. If you develop a deeper relationship where you kiss him and sleep with him and laugh and, eventually, share thoughts of a future, what happens if it all goes to hell? Not just for you, but for Jamie? You can’t put your child’s friendship at risk. For the first time, your choice of inviting a man into your life might damage your son’s.

Your past dates never knew about Jamie. If they got too close, you cut them off, not trusting that they would treat him right or, if they did, worrying that Jamie would get attached. You couldn’t handle forcing Jamie to cope with a father figure being ripped away from him, which is another branch of your hesitation tree. Jamie looks at Olive and sees a sister. He looks at Jake and already sees a father. Your boy has an open heart and a vivid imagination that has allowed him to grow excited for a future you aren’t sure is waiting for him.

When you let your mind wander, though, you can't deny that it could be a lovely future if you give it a chance. But to do that, you would actually have to go on a date first. One that you initiate, without your children there as buffers.

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zoeykallus · 8 months

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Aloha,

First I want to tell you I love your works and how much work you put into your writing. I can't imagine how much effort goes into them!

If you are taking requests, how do you think the batchers would react to receiving naughty pictures of from SO? Maybe their meshla took the pictures themselves, or got boudoir style pictures? Did they get them in person, or maybe they got sent to them during a mission? And anything else you think would happen in this scenario?

If you're not taking requests don't worry about it, I just thought I'd ask 🤣

Aloha!

So sorry for the long wait! Finally, I'm here 😅 I think I got some ideas for this one 😁😁

"And anything else you think would happen in this scenario?"

So far it was tasteful, now you gave me ideas 😋

Now, as always, I remind you, if no gender is mentioned, I'm assuming a female reader.

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs (Shorts) - Picture Perfect

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Mentioned Nudity/Mentioned Masturbation/ Humor/Fluff/A Little Angsty (I guess)/18+

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What's Happening: You have been separated from each other by work for a long time. You come up with a salacious, wild idea. Sexy photos, from elegant to more than just charming, so that your lover can in no way forget you. Sent as a message, this erotic gesture makes for interesting events. "Hey darling, I miss you. I know you miss me too. That's why I have a surprise for you in the attachment. I love you!"

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

>MASTER LIST<

Hunter

You are away on business for a long time, and he is currently on a mission with his squad and a few men of the 501. You promised him a surprise, for which he is already waiting impatiently, something to sweeten the waiting time until you meet again. On the new comm that Tech developed, he would receive a message. The men have set up a couple of tents that they share two at a time, with him lies Crosshair grumbling, "When are you going to stop staring at that thing? She's not getting back to you today" Hunter says unimpressed, "Yes she does, she promised. Just sleep." Then the comm beeps, finally. Hunter excitedly opens the message, it's a short voice message. "Hey darling, I miss you. I know you miss me too. That's why I have a surprise for you attached. I love you!" Hunter's heart beats faster, just hearing your voice releases tons of endorphins in his brain and gives him a deep sense of comfort. Automatically, he has your smell in his nose and his heart beats faster.

He can't wait to see you again, but he'll have to be patient. He opens the attachment and freezes for a moment as a picture of you pops up on the holo image, one of many you've taken. Very revealing, very raunchy, incredibly sexy, tastefully erotic, at least most of them, some even go a little further and Hunter feels himself getting hot. He licks his lips, already thinking about you, when he hears a blanket rustling next to him. He had completely forgotten about Crosshair for a moment. "Holy shit," the Sniper mutters, "Not bad." Hunter hastily turns away with the comm to hide it from him, a reflex reaction where he accidentally presses a wrong button. The next moment, the comms in all the other tents beep. Clearly he hears your voice repeatedly from the other tents, your message. Hunter has accidentally sent your message to everyone else, a newsletter to everyone present. He gets ice-cold, nauseous. Then he clearly hears Wrecker's voice, "WOAH!"

Hunter crawls out of the tent, accompanied by Crosshair's sneering giggle, and shouts in a panic, "DON'T OPEN THE ATTACHMENT!" From most of the tents he hears a "Too late" or "Woah" or some other astonished exclamation, of course no one has been able to resist opening the attachment. The men crawl out of the tents, some laughing, some blushing. "You're a complete idiot," Echo says dryly to the sergeant. Hunter's heart races in panic. He raises his hands and says urgently, "No one breathes a word about this, she can never know" Tech sighs and rolls his eyes like he's surrounded by idiots. He collects the comms without being asked, even against a protest or two, and deletes the message on all comms except Hunter's. Hunter feels a small surge of relief and says wearily, "Thanks Tech." This incident will be on his conscience for a long time. Sooner or later, he'll confess to you what happened.

Echo

He has locked himself in the refresher after receiving your message. He is standing in the shower with the comm on one of the trays in the shower directly in front of him. He knows that his brothers will only eavesdrop or spy if he doesn't retreat. He listens briefly to the message and smiles dreamily. Echo misses you very much, your voice, your smile, your touch, just everything. He misses spoiling you and cuddling with you. It seems to him as if you haven't seen each other for ages. He has undressed and turned on the water in the shower, starts to wash himself and opens the attachment on the side. Why not kill two birds with one stone? But he stops abruptly while soaping up when the first image of you appears on the holo imager. "Oh," he says softly. He blinks, slowly realizing the nature of this surprise. He glances around as if someone might have snuck into the locked refresher, then a grin appears on his lips.

Echo is excited, his pulse begins to race as he slowly clicks through the images. "Damn lady, now I miss you even more". He pauses at a picture he particularly likes. Your lips are slightly parted, a gorgeous bedroom look in your eyes, your hands on your breasts. Almost automatically, his hand moves to his swelling cock. His gaze jumps back and forth between your lips and your breasts as he begins to pump his hard length. Echo curses softly, in his mind he shoves his cock alternately into your mouth and between your breasts. It's not long before his hard length is pulsing, spurting his seed into the shower unit. Echo hastily makes everything clean, suddenly he is ashamed, somehow it seems dirty to him. But then again it doesn't. The next time you see each other in person, he confesses to you what he has done, as if he had committed a crime. Amused and flattered at the same time, you make it clear to him that you had hoped that your pictures would have this effect.

Wrecker

"Yeah, I miss you too, little lady!" he says to the message, even though he knows you can't hear him right now. Wrecker is not alone, though; communicative and cheerful as he is, he trumpeted loudly that he had received a message and opened it before anyone else. "Wrecker," Crosshair says quietly but admonishing, "I don't think you should open the attachment in public." It's too late, Wrecker has already opened the attachment and the first image appears on the Marauder's holoprojector, almost life-size. "Never mind," Crosshair murmurs, eyeing the holo-projection interested. For a long moment, the men stand around the projector, staring at your very salacious image. As if spellbound, all pairs of eyes are fixed on your exposed body. But finally Echo clears his throat and turns off the projection. "Wrecker", he says calmly, "I think this is only meant for you".

"Uhu," he says, still a little shocked. Of course, he's looking forward to seeing the other pictures and having fun with them, but he's worried that you might find out that his brothers all know what you look like naked. He has the data stick with your message in his hand, is about to pull back and stops once again. He turns around, looks into the round. All eyes are on him, as his brothers already sense he's about to tell them something. "Guys, can this stay between us? I mean, that she doesn't find out what just happened here?" Approving murmurs fill the small room. Wrecker smiles gratefully, then grins mischievously and says, "Well, I'm going to retire to the refresher for a while." Crosshair says sternly, "Please clean up properly afterward." The rest agree again, muttering. Wrecker rolls his eyes, "Don't worry, I'll clean up, but I'm not getting out of there anytime soon."

Tech

He is so excited when your message arrives that his hands shake. You haven't seen each other in over a month. Tech is alone on the Marauder and busy with repairs when the message reaches him. He sits down in the cockpit, puts the comm on the console in front of him and listens to it. "Hey darling, I miss you. I know you miss me too. That's why I have a surprise for you in the attachment. I love you!" Just hearing your voice makes his heart race and triggers a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. Expectantly, he clicks on the attachment and the first picture opens. A beautiful picture, elegant, in beautiful underwear. Tech takes off his helmet, places it on the ground next to him, and examines the picture more closely. He smiles dreamily, with slightly heated ears and cheeks. Then he sees that it is only the first of a whole series of pictures. He clicks further, another very nice picture in underwear, in a different pose this time. In the next picture, you are no longer wearing a bra. A soft "Oh", comes across his lips. Tech slides around on the pilot's chair because his cock is getting hard and the posture uncomfortable.

He continues to click through the pictures, fascinated. Until you are finally naked and the poses become more and more salacious. By now, he's so hard that he automatically takes off his codpiece because it just gets too uncomfortable. Absentmindedly, his hand strokes the bulge in his Blacks. Finally, he reaches under the waistband, pushes the pants down a bit and his fingers embrace his cock. He's so starved for you, hasn't touched himself once since you left. But here and now, he can't help it. You know exactly what he likes and have saved the best for last. Naked on all fours, you stretch out your ass towards him, casting a ravishing bedroom glance over your shoulder, one hand on your buns, like an invitation for him to take you from behind. And in his fantasy, that's exactly what he's doing as he starts pumping his cock, moaning and shaking with tense arousal. It doesn't last long, it's built up too much, too long. Tech cums so hard, so much so that his whole body jerks for a moment, his thighs quiver, and a thick load spurts onto his comm and the console.

It takes him a minute to come to and realize what a mess he has made. Hastily, a little panicked, he turns off the comm and the holo-projection, straightens his clothes and quickly cleans everything up properly. Not a second too late, because in the next moment he hears his brothers coming back.

Crosshair

You've been away for a long time, and today you finally meet Crosshair again. You can't wait to hear what he thinks about the little surprise you sent him a few weeks ago. You are all tingly, all excited. Your eyes keep wandering back and forth to the passersby looking for him. You are too early at the agreed meeting point, actually he still has time, but you are still nervous, can't stop looking for him. But suddenly you hear his voice behind you. "Hey Kitten" You should have known he would sneak up on you. Beaming with joy, you turn to him, fall around his neck and kiss him. He returns the kiss, but finally breaks away from your lips and says, laughing softly, "Slow down, save some for later". "How did you like my little surprise?" you ask with a grin. "Surprise?"

You blink and say, "Yes, my surprise, the message with the attachment." He looks at you blankly. "What attachment?" Slowly, panic rises in you. Did you accidentally send it somewhere else? "The pictures I took for you," you say, a little breathless with shock. "Pictures?" You ruffle your hair and say, "Yes, pictures." Slowly a smile creeps onto his lips and you realize he is teasing you. You sigh in relief and annoyance at the same time. "Cross, don't scare me like that!" He laughs softly. "Did you like them?" you finally want to know. "I love them, Kitten. Very appetizing, had a lot of fun with them. In fact, I don't think I need you anymore. I have the pictures and can do the rest on my own." You box him playfully and say, "Stop teasing me". He laughs again, then kisses your neck, his lips move up to your ear, and he whispers, "Actually, the pictures have given me a lot of ideas. Do you want me to show them to you?" Your ears and cheeks get hot, and you say with a grin, "Absolutely." He smiles with satisfaction and says, "Good, because I've reserved a hotel room for us."

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quinns-shadowy-arts · 2 months

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No More Running

Day 7 of @steddielovemonth‘s Steddie Love Month Event! Rating: General CW: None Tags: Fluff, Getting Together, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a romantic WC: 1,122 Prompt: “Love is what makes you brave” submitted by @sidekick-hero

Note: Guess who came down with a cold. Me. Guess who ignored their many deadlines to write this. Also me. Sorry if this isn’t the best (and is also very late), but I’m pretty sick and can’t breathe out of my nose. I wanted something soft to make me feel better, so I wrote this. Enjoy!

He wasn’t going to run anymore. That’s what Eddie promised himself when he woke up from surgery after being dragged out of the Upside Down. He wasn’t going to run, and he hasn’t. He hadn’t run from Wayne, he hadn’t run from the somehow alive Jim Hopper, he hadn’t run away from the aftermath of Vecna, and he wasn’t going to run from this.

Eddie’s been developing feelings for Steve since he made that promise. Waking up to learn that the Steve Harrington bridal carried his half dead body out of hell really does something to a guy. Not only that, but Steve is one of the sweetest guys Eddie has ever met. Long gone is the King Steve of Hawkins High; replaced by a loving, caring, and smart man.

Steve had been there for Eddie through the whole recovery process. He helped with proving that Eddie was innocent, he helped Eddie with bathing, and he helped Eddie with cleaning and wrapping his wounds.

Steve also helped Eddie with processing the trauma of Spring Break. He held Eddie’s hand and talked him through panic attacks. He stayed awake with Eddie when sleep seemed like a monstrous task; the fear of what he’d dream fraying Eddie’s nerves and keeping him awake.

Steve was also just an amazing person overall. He had an amazing sense of humor; making Eddie’s ribs ache with the laughter he tugged out of him. Steve was smart, he could read people’s emotions like no other. He knew exactly what Eddie was feeling by looking at him for only a couple of seconds. Steve could pull the real reasons as to why Eddie was quiet out of him when no one else could.

He was easy on the eyes, too. His chestnut hair looked glorious, styled or not. His eyes were kind and genuine; but could turn bitchy in a way that sent heat down Eddie’s spine. Steve’s hands were big and spotted with freckles and moles, like the rest of his body. His skin was sun kissed and hairy. Everything about him made Eddie want to pounce on him.

Everything about Steve had made Eddie fall head over heels in love with him. Eddie knew about Steve’s woeful dating history; knew about Steve’s failed loves. How people have used Steve for a quick fling or bragging rights before tossing him to the side.

Eddie wanted to give Steve the world. Eddie wanted to worship Steve the way he deserved; to kneel at his feet and kiss up his body, to whisper praises into his ear, to pump Steve full of love and want, and maybe some other things besides love, too. Eddie wanted to make sure Steve knew that he deserved better than those past flings could have ever provided.

That’s why Eddie is stood outside of Steve’s font door, holding a bouquet of deep, ruby roses. Eddie had put on a black button up and black jeans. His wallet chain still dangled on his hip, complementing the silver of his rings. He had tied his hair up into a bun, leaving some framing pieces around his face. He spent a while on doing himself up, had wanted to look good for Steve.

He leaned forward and knocked at the door. Steve always teased him about not using the doorbell, but Eddie liked knowing that Steve knew it was him at the door based on his knock alone.

Eddie heard shuffling from behind the door before the sounds of the lock being opened filled his ears. His heart picked up its pace, knowing how close Steve was. Eddie sends out one last prayer, despite not believing in any type of greater being, that Steve felt the same way he did. And if he didn’t, to at least keep Steve in his life for as long as possible.

The door swung open, Steve stood in the doorway in grey sweatpants and a Hall and Oates T-shirt. He looked absolutely gorgeous like this, soft and relaxed. He had obviously been lounging around before Eddie had come knocking on his door.

“Hey, Eds!” Steve said, a smile stretched across his face. Eddie’s gut filled with warmth. His heart stuttered with the overwhelming love he felt for this man.

“Hey, Stevie. I hope I’m not bothering you?” Eddie said. Steve shook his head,

“Nah, man. You’re not bothering me.” Steve looked down,

“What’re those for?” Steve looked back up and made eye contact with Eddie.

“They’re uh, they’re for you, actually.” Eddie turned his head away. He could feel his face warming up. He held the roses out for Steve to take, hopefully he’d take them.

Steve grabbed the bouquet, pulling Eddie’s attention back up. Steve’s own cheeks and ears flushed.

“Why? Is there an event or something that I’m missing?” Steve sounded shy and a bit nervous. Eddie shook his head and smiled at Steve.

“No, I just wanted to get you flowers. Could I talk to you, actually?” Eddie asked, he shuffled his weight from foot-to-foot as he spoke. He was nervous and scared about confessing his feelings to Steve. He really hoped that this wouldn’t destroy their friendship.

“Sure, yeah, come inside.” Steve said, stepping away to make space for Eddie. Eddie stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He turned to Steve, straightened his back and gathered all of the courage he could muster.

“Steve, you’re my best friend. You mean so much to me. You’re so kind and amazing.” Steve’s blush deepened at Eddie’s words,

“You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met. You’re strong, not just physically, but in every aspect of the word. You are so observant, you can always tell when I’m upset. You can read me like a goddamn book,” Steve chuckled and looked down at the roses in his hand, he was never really good with accepting praise.

“You are my everything, Stevie. And I’ve developed a lot of feelings for you, So, would you like to go out with me?” Eddie finished. Steve’s eyebrows had raised with surprise, his mouth forming an “o” shape. Steve blinked, then his mouth fell back into a smile.

Steve walked up to Eddie, dropping the hand holding his flowers to the side. He placed his free hand onto Eddie’s face. His thumb swiped over Eddie’s cheek before pulling him in.

Their lips smooshed together and a fire lit up in Eddie’s chest. Steve’s lips moved against Eddie’s, their lips forming a rhythmic push and pull. After a minute, Steve pulled back. He smiled at Eddie, both their faces still red and warm to the touch.

“I would love to go out with you, Eddie” Steve whispered against Eddie’s lips.

Eddie’s so glad he didn’t run from this.

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issa-pheonyx · 8 months

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Umbrella!Leon S. Kennedy X Agent!GN!Reader (NON-YANDERE)

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭? [𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧🌚]

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

You definitely had mixed feelings towards Leon when you were caught with him when on the look out for Ashely (once again). After the Raccoon City incident it was never the same after that. Lots of trauma, loss, emotions gone, etc. It was a shit list. To work for the government, but you only did it for Sherry and your best friend Claire. Finding out what Leon truly was hurt your feelings-sure people say it is strangely too soon to fall for someone for one night, but there is something there for the both of you, but Leon was focused on his job...not even thinking he kissed you at the transportation, patching him up in his sleep and all. You realized it was meant for nothing just for his job for Umbrella. Now seeing him again...you felt bittersweet. "It's been so long I haven't seen you, (Y/N)." The corner of his lip curls to a smirk. You did not give him a reaction as you remained emotionless,"Hmph...did not think I would ever see you again, Leon." HIs smirks fades away (like in the gif) as you put your knife back in your sheath by the side of your thigh. "Wanna explain any reason why you're here?" You asked as he shakes his head and walk away from you,"Maybe some other time." He leaves through the door as you stood there with mixed feelings. You want to get mad, cry-just confront him, but right now or ever is a good time. He is the one who will get away and it would be best for you to move on.

It was strange to witness such coincidences on things going your way to be less of a hassle. First thing came to mind was Leon probably much more ahead of you or even watching you without noticing. But, you brush it off and kept moving. You and Ashley got along. She was like a little sister to you and she saw you as a role model like a big sister. "That girl...she is just wasting your time you know." Leon said. You scoff,"Just like when you kissed me? When I patched you up when you were unconscious? Offered a damn arm and leg-" Stopping yourself from bursting out in rage you let out a deep sigh,"This is MY job, Leon. Just like you are doing yours." Yikes, that called him out. He tried to get some words out, yet he couldn't. "You wouldn't get it." He spat out. You shot him a glare,"Right...cause it is your job too. Later."

You really wanted to get over with it already. Eventually, you then developed feelings for Luis and lets just say things didn't go pretty for him. It's been the longest you haven't cried either. Sure, at first you found him annoying by his flirty and carefree actions, but eventually warmed up to his sense of humor. Ashely noticed it too...and someone else, but in silence. His death impacted you a lot though, because he wanted to help you and his last words stuck to you about even being the main perpetrator of your creations...can you still turn your life around? 'Can Leon do that too?' You thought. Shaking your head you wiped your tears and use your anger against Saddler and Krauser.

It was an intense fight against Saddler. At first you were concerned if you were ever going to complete your mission saving Ashley since you were her only option and requesting backup was not an option...or more of a possibility. Only to see Leon throw the RPG to you to finally ending Saddler's life. Of course, you succeeded by Leon's help. It is just like the past. This time Leon helping you instead the other way around. But, all hopes is lost when he had his gun to your head. "It's all business, doll. Hand the sample over." You grit your teeth and slowly stood up giving him the sample,"You do realize what you're doing, Leon." He gives a smirk,"Yeah I'm aware." The gun still pointed at you as you had your hands up. A chopper swings by as Leon runs and jumps off the area. You ran towards the edge thinking he may or may not landed right. He did as he was sitting comfortably inside and throws something at you as you caught it. "You're going to need that. Hurry. Time is not patient." He had some sort of controller and pressed on a red button. 'A fucking bomb!? He set this up!?' There was a key and a black cat charm attached to it. "Hasta lluego~" He winks and you rolled your eyes running back to Ashley saying the island is going to blow up. "WHAT-"

Thankfully, you made it out with Ashley in the jet ski. Well, she was drowning when jumping out of the exit, but you managed to help her up. During the ride Ashley starts to be a little curious,"So, after this you think we can do some shopping? Don't worry everything is on me! Oh and...about that guy. Leon, was it? Are you guys...you know?" I let out an amused laugh,"You really think him and I are a fling?" Ashley expresses her disappointment,"Aw come on! Tell me! You're a badass, what any man or woman wouldn't want you?" Sighing, you finally answered,"I'm like a part of him he can not let go of. Let's leave it at that~"

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥~🖤🫣

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #resident evil leon #capcom #re2 #leon scott kennedy #resident evil 2 #re2 remake #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #luis serra #luis x reader #luis sera x reader

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angelsanarchy · 8 months

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 05 -> CH 06

"Didn't you say you had already befriended your neighbors daughter?" "I'd hardly call us friends. She doesn't know I'm crazy yet."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @thatsthewrongwallcraig @icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl

"How is your sleep? Is it leveling out or are you still experiencing fatigue?" Jack stretched out in front of the computer screen and yawned.

"It's still weird. Some days I'm too exhausted to function. Other days I work my ass off to clear out the house but when I finally lay down, I just can't shut my mind off." Jack explained.

"What goes through your mind when you find yourself unable to sleep?" Jack rolled his eyes.

"Everything...nothing at all...I think about what I might do the next day or working on the book but then I'm too exhausted to even sit in the chair." Jack was growing annoyed with how his meds made him like a zombie. His brain was far too developed to not be able to use it during the day time.

"How about your appetite? Are you eating regularly?" Jack hated having to explain that he was miserable because his body required these meds to stay sane.

"Not as often as I should. Most of that is because I haven't done the grocery shopping yet. I have to put in an order." Jack listened to the hum come from the doctor.

"Have you thought about maybe going to the grocery store? Getting out among the people just to explore." Jack laughed.

"Yeah I'm not sure I have the energy for that. Maybe if I go late at night but I don't want to mingle just yet." Jack couldn't imagine having to walk through the grocery store having people stare at him or offer condolences that are empty and way too late. He wouldn't mind running into Y/n but that's a different story.

"Didn't you say you had already befriended your neighbors daughter?" Dr. Carty questioned making notes.

"I'd hardly call us friends. She doesn't know I'm crazy yet." Jack explained with a self deprecating laugh.

"You aren't crazy Jack. People live completely normal lives with mental illness. It's like any other illness and you are taking the steps towards a bit more normalcy." Dr. Carty had been with Jack since he checked into the facility. He felt like Jack absolutely needed to be hospitalized for the time he was in order to not only get to the root of his trauma but to allow his brain time to come to terms with it. He recognized all the progress he's made and wanted him to feel proud of that.

"Well how does it feel to interact with someone your own age who isn't a doctor?" Jack shrugged.

"She's fine. I mean we have a really cohesive sense of humor. I think if we did hang out, it wouldn't be awful but I'm pretty sure she's a nurse or something. She wears scrubs whenever she's not in regular clothes and when she's in regular clothes she's usually care-giving for her mom." Dr. Carty laughed making Jack tilt his head.

"You like her." He said confidently.

"What? No! We've had two conversations. That's hardly enough time to develop a liking to anyone." Jack defended.

"Haven't you ever heard of love at first sight?" Now Jack knew the doc was fucking with him.

"Yeah, thankfully I live in the real world. Plus everyone knows it's more like lust at first sight. No one can fall in love just seeing someone. That's based entirely on physical attraction." Jack was more of a pessimist when it came to love and attraction. Plenty of people could be attractive but love is few and far between. Jack can count on one hand how many people he's genuinely loved in his entire life.

"Well is she attractive?" Dr. Carty pressed.

"She's conventionally attractive, yes. I mean she hasn't cured my lack of sex drive but again, we've only spoken twice. I don't think I could fuck even if I wanted to." Jack had known the Doc for long enough that his random bouts of vulgarity didn't make him flinch.

"So you have decent conversation with a pretty woman who can match your intellect and has a dog you enjoy spending time with...She doesn't sound like an awful friend to make. Maybe you should work on that." Jack pushed away from the computer and ran his hands down his face.

"Why? I don't want to ruin anyone else's life. She's clearly a much better person than I am and she's already agreed to let me take the dog for walks on occasion so why risk ruining that with her getting to know me?" Jack genuinely feared letting anyone close at this point. Shanda had been with him since day one and the only person who has gotten a pass is the Doc and that wasn't something Jack asked for but has gotten used to.

"She's not Cleo, Jack." The mention of Cleo knocked the wind out of his chest.

"I know that." Jack whispered timidly before standing from his chair to move to the window.

"Just because you never received closure from her doesn't mean you can't move forward. You have done your part in taking accountability. We knew going into that you might not received the absolution of forgiveness." Dr. Carty himself had reached out to Cleo and was told she didn't care if Jack had dropped dead, she refused to talk to him after having their child cremated alone. Jack had sent a twenty page letter without any sort of response and when he sent a follow up, it was returned to sender.

The few times he dared to check social media, she had erased him from her entire existence. She had a memorial post for the baby but she didn't use his last name. When he accidentally liked one of her posts, he was met with a block on all outlets. Shanda had assured him that she had moved on and was doing better but he held onto that guilt for abandoning her after such a sudden miscarriage.

"What are you thinking Jack?" Doc's voice broke through his thoughts as he stood at the window. He could see Y/n down in her mother's garden watering the flowers and talking to her mom who was sitting in a wheelchair on the porch with Ace in her lap. He didn't need to know Y/n well to see she was a good person.

"The best thing she could do is to stay away from me. I'm just...I don't deserve that again. I wasted it the first time and ruined someone's life. What would I even do if I allowed myself to find that with someone else after Cleo? How do I explain to someone what I did to someone I loved enough to want to marry and start a family with?" Jack's ranting started to make his chest hurt.

"Jack, I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath." Jack became annoyed but did as he was told counting in his head as he took a few deep breaths.

"You need to remember that we are not our mistakes. We all have flaws and blemishes but it's how we right our wrongs that define us. You are not a bad person." Jack opened his eyes feeling a slight burn from squeezing them so tightly. Jack let out a breath before digging in his pocket for a lighter, picking up a cigarette and opening the window abruptly. The daylight made it hard for his eyes to adjust at first but he didn't realize the sound of the window would draw any attention towards him. He was met with Y/n's gaze as he took a deep drag of his cigarette.

"You have to forgive yourself Jack. If you don't let go of that weight, it will drown you." Jack kept his eyes on Y/n as she smiled at him and waved. Jack returned a weak smile, biting his lip.

"I want to...I really do but I just don't think I can." Jack admitted out loud glancing over at the screen to see Dr. Carty was frowning. He hated ending his sessions on a such a negative feeling but he knew he was out of time today. He knew that Doc didn't want to leave him alone with these thoughts so he gave him self work to do over the weekend so it would keep him occupied. Self work always made him roll his eyes because he could knock assignments out easily but whenever he sat down to work on his writing, his mind would be blank. All he wanted to do was figure out how to feel normal again.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #Glass Houses #One Shot Series #5/38

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thecooler · 3 months

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The Mechanics of Ornithology

Chell and GLaDOS have fallen into something of a routine in the weeks since Chell returned. When GLaDOS goes quiet one afternoon, Chell goes looking for her, and discovers another one of Aperture's many secrets.

Fandom: Portal (Video Game)

Pairing: Chell/GLaDOS

Additional Tags: Fluff, Slice-of-life, Developing Relationships

Words: 2,213

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Aperture, as always, was a labyrinth of secrets. Before, its endless halls, rickety elevators, secret rooms, and many, many OSHA violations had felt like something out of a horror movie. Now, well— it was still like a horror movie a lot of the time, if Chell was being honest. It wasn’t like the many OSHA violations had vanished during the year or so she’d spent on the surface. Not that there was governing body to enforce that kind of thing anyway.

This all begged the question: if an OSHA violation happened in a facility, and there were no government agents around to see it, was it really an OSHA violation?

Regardless, thousand-foot drops with no railings and moving glass platforms over pits of acid were still firmly categorized under really fucking bad in Chell’s mind. At least now, GLaDOS was concerned about her mortality enough that she usually had the bots work through any test chambers involving mortal danger. And completing the safer ones were more like an impassioned suggestion than an actual requirement. All told, GLaDOS seemed very concerned with keeping her here, but unwilling to actually bar her from leaving, which suited Chell perfectly. She could manage on the surface if things took a turn, she just didn’t want to.

There were mutated bears out there, and the small groups of people she’d come across hadn’t spoken in any language she understood. At least GLaDOS could process ye-old’ American sign language. And as an individual, she was fine when she wasn’t being an unrelenting jerk, which was sometimes.

She’d set up some ground rules, which mostly entailed Chell not attempting to access any of her control rooms, or going down into Old Aperture, which she didn’t intend to do anyway. She’d probably given herself at least six new and exciting types of cancers in the brief time she had been down there, and she wasn’t terribly interested in shortening her lifespan further. Other than that, during the hours she wasn’t helping out in test chambers, Chell was more or less allowed to do whatever she wanted. GLaDOS liked if she spent time with her in the afternoon, and she’d get all mopey about it if Chell elected to spend time by herself , but she really, really didn’t seem keen on forcing her. Most days, Chell didn’t mind hanging out anyways. GLaDOS had every movie ever made stored away, and her commentary was usually pretty funny. Turns out her sense of humor wasn’t awful when it wasn’t directed towards petty insults about Chell's weight or intelligence .

She hadn’t been called yet today, despite it being nearly one in the afternoon, which was odd. Chell nibbled at an apple (the massive holes in the ceiling had allowed for some plant growth, which was great, because canned beans were not something Chell fancied living off of) as she ambled her way through the hall towards GLaDOS’ chassis chamber.

When she entered the massive room, she found it to be noticeably quieter than usual. At the center of the space, GLaDOS’ body hang limp and unresponsive, as though dead. Frowning, Chell’s chest coiled with an unfamiliar concern. A year ago, she might have stumbled upon the sight and then simply walked away, throwing her hands in the air with a good riddance. But despite everything, GLaDOS, in the weeks she’d been back at Aperture, had been kinder and more accommodating to her than anyone she’d encountered on the surface. Not that it was a terribly high bar, but still.

Chell approached the chassis slowly, unsure if she was sleeping, and sudden movements might snap GLaDOS back to life and into a frenzy as she rushed to defend herself. It didn’t seem outside the realm of possibility. But GLaDOS didn’t stir as she approached, even as she rested her hand gently on the machine’s lolling headpiece. The material held a lingering warmth, and it was grimy and rough against her palm. She lifted her hand and found grey-brown dust clinging to it. She wondered if it had ever been cleaned, if GLaDOS would even allow someone to clean it. Briefly, the thought crossed her mind that she could ask , but that evoked a strange fluttering sensation in her chest, so she promptly disregarded it in favor of pacing the perimeter of the room.

There were a number of doors along the walls, most of them marked with decaying signage of varying legibility. There was one door that did not have any signage, though there was a pale impression of where one used to be above the door. Past it, Chell could make out the distant sounds of what she thought was someone talking . There was no one here except for herself and GLaDOS. The testing bots too, she supposed , but they didn’t talk so much as make cute little bleeping sounds. Chell’s frown deepened and she pressed her ear against the cool metal of the door. There were definitely words being spoken. She could make out snippets— little chubster , something something smart boy — she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. If someone was in the facility, and GLaDOS was out of commission, there was probably a connection between those two things. And if that was the case, Chell should probably do something to help, right?

Humming quietly to herself, Chell paced around the room again, eyes low and searching, until she spotted a slightly rusted old crowbar shoved under a partially-collapsed desk. She lifted it up and took a moment to weigh it in her hands, then returned to the unmarked door with her shoulders tensed and ready. She reached down and turned the handle, then opened it slowly.

On the other side of the door there was a wide, open room. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, allowing pale sunlight to filter in and illuminate the area. Tendrils of English ivy coiled around the sections of crumbling roof and fell down into the facility. Moss and lichen had overtaken much of the ancient and decaying technology, and in heaping piles of dirt, tiny saplings had managed to take root and grow, though none were taller than her shoulder at the moment.

Near the center of the room was a group of four crows, young and downy still, though rapidly approaching their adult size. They were in a circle around a small robot.

The robot was crow-shaped— an inch or so taller than the animals surrounding it. It was protected by a hard white casing, save for the legs and beak, which were slate gray, and the eyes, which were a warm and familiar yellow.

Chell looked at the little mechanical crow. It looked back.

Then, GLaDOS’ voice echoed from the little speaker nestled in the robot’s chest. “What in the world are you doing here?”

Chell, for her part, was still kinda processing all this. Last she checked, GLaDOS couldn’t tolerate birds. She threw a fit whenever one was even remotely nearby. Certainly, she didn’t build an itty-bitty bird bot to pal around with her gaggle of yearling crows. Chell’s brain was whirring like an overheated computer.

“Well?” GLaDOS’ voice crackled as she spoke.

Chell flexed her hands to ground herself, then, after momentarily pressing a finger to her lips and humming in exaggerated thought, she pointed at GlaDOS and signed, bird brain .

Bird-DOS let out an indignant little huff that made Chell snort, which encouraged an even louder indignant huff, as though she was going to manage to be even a little bit intimidating when she was, again, an itty-bitty bird .

Chell raised her hands in surrender, but wasn’t able to wipe the wide grin off her face. Thought you hated birds , she said.

GLaDOS fluttered her little metal wings in what might have been a nervous gesture (cute? Was GLaDOS being cute right now?) “I did,” she answered, meeting Chell’s gaze with her beady crow eyes. “ When I thought they were just killing machines out to—“

Ruffle your feathers ? Chell offered, which was not dignified with a response. She laughed a little at her own joke to compensate.

“ Anyway ,” GLaDOS said, “when you were gone, I discovered these four living in a nest deep in the facility. And I realized, they weren’t just killing machines,” at this, Chell’s heart momentarily constricted, like GLaDOS had reached her little talon inside her ribcage and given it a good squeeze. This was odd, and a bit uncomfortable, but fortunately for her, GLaDOS saw fit to keep talking. “They could be my killing machines,” GLaDOS finished, which soundly crushed the weird sensation that had been building in Chell. That was the type of explanation Chell would expect from her captor-of-old.

She turned her head slightly to watch the aforementioned killing machines, two of whom were currently quite occupied with hopping around and poking at the dirt in search of food. The third and ducking down to tug gently at the fourth’s tail feathers, hopping back, then repeating the action.

They’ re more like a murder, singular , Chell told GLaDOS with another cheeky grin.

“Well—“ GLaDOS pause d , squinting her tiny bird eyes up at Chell. She snort ed . “ Was that another bird pun?” Chell shrugged . This earned her another huffy noise. “ As I was saying, I have since found that crows, in particular, are capable of a great many things. Bird-brained is a bit of a misnomer when it comes to them, you know. They’re really quite bright,” there was an excitement growing in her voice that was infectious. “For example, they can solve puzzles, recognize patterns, and faces, not that they’ve had a ton of practice with the latter. I was thinking, when they’re older, I might fashion some test chambers suited to them,” she hopped onto a cardboard box next to Chell, “come here, sit down.” Without thinking too hard about it, Chell obeyed, crossing her legs and looking at GLaDOS expectantly.

“ Now, obviously they cannot operate a hand-held portal device, lacking hands, but I think it may be an interesting test of their ability to develop spacial awareness, which was an area I found to be woefully under-studied before all the humans,” here she paused, again doing an awkward wing shuffle, “well, you know.” They didn’t tend to talk about what happened to the humans up on the surface . Neither of them really knew , given how long they’d been in stasis together. It was a bit of a soft spot for Chell, to say the least.

Why the robot , she signed, hoping to redirect.

“Well,” GLaDOS turned her head to watch the birds, one of which had hopped up to the top of a pile of soft dirt and was now rolling down it. The two birds at the base scattered and fluttered their wings as it reached the bottom. Chell wasn’t a bird expert by any means, but she thought they looked excited. It was pretty adorable.

“ I kept them in my chassis room when they were smaller, but soon they needed more space, so I moved them here. They didn’t respond especially well to a voice coming from a wall, so I constructed this body, in the pursuit of scientific knowledge.” She tilted her beak up, as though proud, or maybe indignant? Chell didn’t really know how to read robot bird body language.

She smiled, because it was honestly nice seeing GLaDOS direct her passion for science towards something like this— something that didn’t involve life-or-death scenarios or pits of acid and OSHA violations. It was also cute ( and again, odd to be thinking of anything GLaDOS did as cute, but she’d think about that later, or maybe never) that she was so intensely proud of all this. Do they have names? She asked.

GLaDOS paused, fixing her eyes on Chell for a moment, before turning back towards the birds, “These are Neon, Argon, Xenon, and Radon,” she said, pointing with her beak to each of them. Chell wasn’t sure how she kept track of them, since they all looked the same to her, and they didn’t look like they had any sort of markers on them. Maybe GLaDOS had chipped them, or maybe she actually just knew her little bird friends that well.

Chell hummed, then GLaDOS said, “They’ll be fussy if I interrupt their routine too much, so I’m going to return to what I was doing. You can go do... whatever it is you do during the day,” she waved a wing at her dismissively and Chell tilted her head slightly. GLaDOS absolutely knew whatever it is she does all day , because she was constantly needling her about it. It struck her then that GLaDOS might be nervous about being caught like this, which was an intriguing thought. After a moment of hesitation, she asked, Can I stay and watch , then, I’ll be quiet , with a smirk.

GLaDOS looked at her for an uncomfortably long moment, to the point where Chell started to feel a bit like she was peeling away at her, analyzing what lay underneath her grin and carefully doctored neutral expression. Her gaze flickered to the ground, then back up at GLaDOS, who turned away. “Fine,” she said, then went about her routine .

As she watched, Chell’s chest began to warm again.

#portal #portal 2 #chell #glados #chelldos #writing tag

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snowysakusa · 8 months

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Here's a sakuatsu fic rec <3

These are some of my fav fics with some probably useless commentary:

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets by isaksara (syailendra) 11.4k; annoyances to annoyances with benefits to lovers, pining atsumu, getting together; social media

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?” (In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

first sakuatsu i read and it was BANGERRRR!!! the tension??? the entire situation??? :chefskiss:

Terminal Curiosity Series (9 Parts atm) by favspacetwink, moonlumie 126.4k; BDSM, various kinks, post-time skip

SakuAtsu BDSM AU featuring Experienced Dom Sakusa and Kink Newbie Atsumu. Post-time skip & loosely canon compliant.

thIIS WAS- A RIDE. THE CHARACTERIZATION??? ON POINT. CHARACTER DEVELEPMENT?? POINT. THE PACE?????? SO GOOD, EVERYTHING AROUND THIS??? PERFECT. THE- RELATIONSHIP GROWTH? AMAZING. this truly IS ONE OF MY FAVES

Burden of Blame by DeathBelle 91.2k ; yakuza!au, murder, blood and gore, ptsd, slowburn, bg sunaosa

Atsumu has a long history of pissing people off, but this time he’s gone too far. Someone wants him dead, and although he doesn’t know who or why, it becomes clear very quickly that both he and Osamu are in danger. After a couple of close calls, Kita - the Kumicho of Inarizaki - decides it’s not safe for the two of them to stay in Hyogo; not until he finds out who placed the hit and eliminates them. Atsumu reluctantly finds himself in Tokyo, taken in by a yakuza group that’s nothing like Inarizaki. The Black Jackals are a different breed, more lethal than he’s used to, and Sakusa Kiyoomi is the worst of them all. Of course that’s who Atsumu gets stuck with, and he and Sakusa are in constant competition for who hates each other more. Tokyo should be a safe haven but between Atsumu’s bloody new assignments, the lingering threat on his life, and all the days trapped with Sakusa, Atsumu isn’t sure he’ll make it out of Tokyo alive.

TOOK ME TOO LONG TO GET TO THIS FIC!!!! EVERYTHING WAS AMAZING?! LIKE THE PACE? PERFECT, THE CHARACTERS? PERFECT? THE WRITING??? AMAZING HOW THE FUCJ IS THIS SO GOOD. fucjing loved every second of it, ate this shit up so quickly too. the pace wqa srsly astonishing, like it was so good, there were no filler scenes everything made sense, evRYTHING FIT THE IN! deathbelle fucking slayed w this one holy shit. and their relationship developed so well, didnt seemed forced, didnt seemed too much, it was just fucking right. amazing. loved this

People Will Say We're In Love by tirralirra 9.5k; fluff, social media, post-time skip, humor, getting together

“Saku...Atsu? What does that even mean?” Atsumu says, squinting at the device. . . . . People seem to think that Sakusa and Atsumu are in love, so they come up with a list of things to do to deter that. Maybe it would work...if they weren’t in love.

LOVED ITTTTTT

but we're not, like, in love by goshkiki 17.3k; getting together, sharing a room, fluff and smut, domesticity, crack, fwb

Neither Kiyoomi nor Atsumu are strangers to casual sex. The reason for that is “a lack of emotional capacity,” as Kiyoomi would say, and Atsumu is “just really horny”. They sometimes meet in the hallways when they pull their victims behind them, heated gazes clashing in the space between them. That they end up sleeping with each other at some point is an inevitability, and so is the rest. They just take a while to realize it. Featuring the complications of room assignments, unintentional domesticity and a lot of mutual dumbassery. Also, the bone-deep exasperation of an entire volleyball team.

BRUH-bRUHHHH AAAAAAAAA THEY'RE SO FUCKING DUMB BUT I LOVE THEM AASSNDNDMDKFKDKVV

Versus by Anonymous [ABANDONED] 30.7K; canon compliance, casual sex, pwp, explicit sexual content

"Why is it so hard for you to believe that I’m a decent kisser?” "Oh, I’m totally happy to accept you bein’ decent,” says Atsumu, obligingly. “As long as we both agree that I’d be better.” Pausing, Sakusa turns to face him, something combative entering his narrowed eyes. “I never said I agree to that.” It's a terrible formula, when you think about it. Miya Atsumu, proud and competitive; Sakusa Kiyoomi, who can't bear to leave things half-finished; and the all-important question of who's better in bed.

abandoned... 😭 BUT SO GOOD, THE DYNAMICS ARE PERFECT

liminal spaces by hatsuna 25.9k; canon compliant, post-time skip, getting together, pining

"Fuck you, Atsumu thinks, pointing at the pixelated Sakusa in the team photo on his bedside table." It’s easier than you’d think to ignore loving your teammate.

this was ... idk but so pretty?? the slowburn was amazing. this is rly gold

again, like this by noodletastic 55.7k; canon divergence, fwb, slow burn, explicit sexual content, pwp, bj, hj, praise kink, minor angst

“I’m pissed off because we lost, and we should have won.” Sakusa's staring at him again with those stupid black eyes that give away absolutely nothing. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I know the feelin’.” “And I just want-” Suddenly, Sakusa looks as frustrated as Atsumu has felt all fucking day. “I want to break something.” “Yeah,” Atsumu says, and it comes out like a sigh. “I wanna- I wanna practice serves until my hand's numb.” “Until my fingers cramp.” “Until my fingers break.” “I want-” Sakusa stops, swallowing thickly. “I want to forget about it.” --- or: when nationals don't go their way in their third year, atsumu and sakusa distract themselves with each other. and it keeps happening.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA love their dynamic. i just- cry

Bedside Manner by DeathBelle 7.2k; doctor!sakusa, hospital!au, happy ending

Sakusa has been a doctor for three years and he’s long since fallen into a routine. He diagnoses a patient, treats them, and moves on to the next. He doesn’t linger and he certainly doesn’t build any lasting connections. There’s no time for that in his line of work. Miya Atsumu, his new appendicitis patient, seems determined to make a lasting impression.

docTOR SAKUSA KIYOOMI PLS----- THIS- THIS IS SO GOOD!! top fav fics for me omg.... i want moreeee

like a kiss by bastigod 2.8k; soulmate!au, soulmate identifying marks, sakuatsu week

"Hypothetically speakin'…" Atsumu refused to meet Bokuto's eyes as he spoke. There was no higher power in this world or the next that willed him to look at the smug grin about to spread across Bokuto's face. "Is it possible for someone ta just never get a mark?"

its just fucking cute

three roses and a smile by strawberrycitrus 19.7k; college!au- they're teachers, atsumu is a microbiologist, kiyoomi's a surgeon, light angst, fights

“I just got this job, I’m not givin’ it up for some moral boost ‘cause I actually need to pay my rent, ya insensitive -” Atsumu waves his hands around, trying and failing to come up with the right word to convey the amount of injustice that this gaunt motherfucker has brought into his relatively simple life thus far. “If you can’t pay your rent, go get a job at the McDonald’s over by 8th Street,” Sakusa growls, “it’ll pay more than your researcher position.” If you even attempt assault on a coworker, forget teaching about cells - you’ll fucking be in one, Atsumu.

SO FUCKING GOOD?#?€?(€(€(_

we call everything on the ice, "love" series by awkwardedgeworth 27.9k; ice skating au; ice dancing specificially; childhood friends au?; fluff and angst; happy ending; social media; minor injuries

(summary for Notte Stellata, the first installment of this series) "Your partner doesn't need to hold anyone's hand other than yours," Sakusa's father crouches, "And you can wear gloves." Sakusa ponders. He hears the other skaters of rink two whiz past as they launch themselves into lifts. "Alright," He looks up from the ice, not knowing how he'll dedicate the next couple of decades to this sport, this partnership, this boy.

SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!! trsut me, i know i've said this a lot buT TRUST ME

dog eat dog eat dog world by perennials 8.4k; getting together, author did not use sakusa as comedy relief, canon compliant

sPOILERS in red and crossed out

I thought abt where to put this fic and ended up choosing fav because this was so pretty. we dont get an official relationship in the end, only a confession of sorts and even tho i kind of wanted more, i get it??? why they stopped where they did. the entire story is just pretty as fuck, atsumu is an already made character for the most part, we see kiyoomi's character develop in front of us and its rly good. the way the author wrote this- i- its so pretty. i like to believe that after the end, they probs kept with the late meetings where sakusa fixes atsumu's fingers and then eventually, gradually (just like we saw in the fic) they kept growing closer and get tgether eventually. i also like to believe, sakusa is good for atsumu and vice-versa. atsumu isnt as anxious anymore, he doesnt hurt himself as much, etc... growth i guess.

i just thought it was really beautiful and kinda poetic

Sakusa Kiyoomi Is Gay by kitcassia (omii) 7.2k; post-time skip, fluff and humor, awkward crush, tinder, MSBY

The pros and cons of swiping right on your very attractive teammate.

THIS WAS SO GOOD TF!?!? AAAAAA

frankenstein's monster by starbeyy 83.6k; enemies to lovers, post-time timeskip, obsessive-compulsive disorder, falling in love, angst, fluff, slowburn

When Miya Atsumu gets off on the wrong foot with a certain Sakusa Kiyoomi on the first day of practice for MSBY Black Jackals, he vows to avoid the stuck-up spiker as much as he can, even while on the same volleyball team. And it would've been a good plan--if Atsumu didn't meet Sakusa again at group therapy that very night.

THIS fucking masterpiece- the way they wrote abt their OCD's and its just so well done, character development 10/10, the slowburn :muuwaahh:, again the acCURACY ON THE PORTRAYING OF THE OCD's holy shit man... this is so good. i cried, multiple times- :chefskiss: AND THE ENDING???? PERFECT

re: chat by aalphard 11.9k; canon divergence, fluff and humor, ,office!au, attachments!au, flirting

He likes Miya Atsumu in everything he is, from the dorky emails to the way he looks, from the childish giggles to the soft, muffled laughs when Kiyoomi attempts to joke back. Yeah, no, that was terrible… Kiyoomi smiles at his computer screen. And then he tries to gulp it down, pressing his lips against each other so hard they’re white, his nails digging into his thighs, his eyes almost bulging out because oh, fuck of all fucks. He probably likes Miya Atsumu way too much, doesn’t he? or: kiyoomi hates the fact that his new cybersecurity job involves reading other people’s emails. that is, of course, until miya atsumu shows up.

HOLY SHIT THIS WAS THE MOST WHOLESOME FIC EVER, HAD A SMILE ON MY FACE TEH ENTURE TIME. IT WAS SO CUTEEEEE BEST FLUFF EVER aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

livestream by sketchedsmiles 14.1k; college!au, fluff, getting together

Sakusa is used to attention. As a full-time student and a part-time streamer, his videos of gameplay garner thousands of views on a daily basis. Still, nothing can prepare him for what it's like to have the attention of Miya Atsumu. Atsumu is many things: chatty, endearing, earnest. But he's more observant than most give him credit for. And he might be the only person who reminds Sakusa to take care of himself.

THIS WAS SO CUTEEE

I'll keep adding more when i have more time!

#sakuatsu #haikyuu #hq #haikyū!!#sakusa x atsumu #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu miya #hq atsumu #sakuatsu fic rec #sakuatsu fics #fic rec

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“The Overprotective/Protective Dragon’s Gaze”

Major Implications Of Kidnapping/More Sinister Neuvillette

Romantic Neuvifuri, With Tons Of Fontaine Characters

Sum - Furina awaken in a lavish mansion with no memory of how she got there. But she starts to get very suspicious once she realizes Melusines are involved….

Prologue - “Delicious Food At The Cost Of My Sanity Almost Sounds Like A Good Deal!”

It was just supposed to be another day in Furina De Fontaine’s life with her waking up in her new bed that she was still unfamiliar with even after months. Through that was expected she spent 500 years in very samilar high fashion and high quality beds that the more standard one she has now felt so unfamiliar but she was trying! ‘I swear I’m trying!’ Then she’d just eat some macaroni for breakfast then for lunch…..then also for dinner……but different sauces each time of course! Never the same don’t doubt her diet!

But today something was wrong she felt something was greatly wrong and most times her intuition did not fail her in that regard. So when she slowly opened her eyes and looked around she wished she could close them and hide from reality. This was absolutely not her home, not her bed not even the same style of architecture. She was definitely kidnapped…..kidnapped?! Why was that her first thought?! It filled her with a sense of dread and sick humor, at least this place looked very nice for a hostage situation.

Man she really needs to develop some form of self preservation instincts because she was now just hiding behind the weirdly fancy and comfortable sheets on the bed that she had found herself in. Maybe she could surprise her kidnapper by pretending to be asleep she definitely heard about that working once or twice! Then she heard footsteps and every single ounce of confidence evaporated from her body like the puddles of rain in the sun, and she was now shaking slightly.

‘Get your act together Furina! You’re a vision holder now get a grip!’

A voice in her head shouted at her, those seemed to stick with her even after her time as Archon. Sometimes she really considered talking to someone about that but she doubted anyone would help they probably all secretly hated her for her failure as a archon so she’d eventually deal with it on her own like always! But the voice was very correct this time at least she had a vision now she could at least try to protect herself, so she needed to act right. She took a deep breathe and calmed herself and closed her eyes and pretended to sleep quite convincingly in her own personal opinion!

She toke note of the sound of the footsteps. They had stopped and turned now that the person was seemingly coming towards the room she could tell a bit more from sound alone it was definitely a very small person almost childlike. Her kidnapper could not be a child, please archons tell her she isn’t weak enough to get kidnapped by a child!

But the ‘child’ knocked on the door gently then spoke with a rather feminine voice “Lady Furina are you awake?” The voice spoke diligently not skipping a beat. That was not a child but a melusine……why would a melusine be involved in a kidnapping especially for someone of her- former regard! She still pretended to sleep through now that she knew it was a melusine she doubted it would work but still who knows this might all be the work of a master manipulator trying to get her to lower her guard! She would never not as the a- former archon she would never allow it!

But regardless of her resolve to pretend. The melusine opened the door and came in and headed towards the bed she was in. Then seemingly just looked at her waiting for her to react or respond, this melusine seemed unsure of something maybe about how awake she was which was why she was just watching? Furina couldn’t be sure melusine were literally built different and had different senses she knew that for sure, but even spending centuries with melusines that very much varied between each one, and she simply didn’t interact with enough (especially recently) to really figure out how far each ones perception went. Especially with sensing such a weird thing like if someone was awake or not why would that ever be useful?

The melusine after waiting for a few long silent moments chose to try and touch Furina. Of course Furina let her and then the melusine simply said “Please wake up Lady Furina we really miss you!” Now that sounded odd to her, she wasn’t suprised at the missed you comment she hadn’t really went outside much even through it had been months from her trial and since the ‘Little Oceanaid’ she mostly kept too herself through she got many letters in the mail about jobs, she’d mostly only do those she could do remotely she didn’t wish to be in the spotlight but behind the scenes but she never wished to be forced on stage again. So she simply never went near it mostly mailing advice or instructions back in response most showed thanks in but some showed disappointment. But she simply decided she needed time but it was in her nature at this point to always be willing to put her c- fellow fontainains before her own well-being. But even she had her limits and the stage for now was one of them.

She decided to end this little act due to the sincerity in the melusine’s words, melusines were always quite genuine and honest especially to her. She trusted them greatly and now she simply hoped that her whole kidnapping theory was wrong. How could she the great- Furina think for even a second that a melusine meant harm! How dare she even think that…..somebody definitely put them up to this through. She slowly started to move from under the sheets, slowly stretching and finally getting from under those sheets that honestly were very comfortable. She yawned and looked around like she had just woken up in a sort of haze. Inside her own mind she was complimenting her own acting skills, she personally thought she was doing great!

Then after looking around for a second she all of a sudden shot up seemingly afraid and simply exclaimed “W-where am I!?” She spoke looking around with a look of pure shock and panic man she was so used to overacting and in an unfortunate twist of irony in a sense her 500 years of torment was helping this lovely performance. Then her eyes met the melusine’s with a frantic look, with her eyes softening. “Lady Furina!” The melusine exclaimed back with a look that looked like a mixture of curiosity, joy and a rather strange one slight distrust. The melusine stared at her for a second not breaking eye contact until she finally seemed to realize how upset and fearful Furina looked, this melusine might not have been around humans a lot and she doesn’t remember her at all as well so that made the little creature even more interesting to the former god.

Another melusine peaked through the door probably due to the noise. Huh so there’s mutiple here…….she’s starting to suspect who her kidnapper might be she just hopes not otherwise that dragon better have a very good explanation for all this! “Lady Furina are you alright?!” The second melusine spoke in a very caring manner but quickly ran to Furina’s side seemingly trying to help her out of the bed,or at least help her calm down. She didn’t recognize either of the melusines which she herself was unsure of if that was a good or bad thing. The first melusine ran over to the other then and finally assisted Furina out of the bed that felt way to damn comfortable.

She almost fell once her feet actually hit the floor. She might have just been in her socks but still her legs felt so weird almost like they were still very much asleep unlike the rest of her body, but she caught herself before actually falling. She couldn’t let the melusines see her weak it was almost a tendency to try to appear at least somewhat refined. Through she was slowly losing that habit around most the melusines were a hard exception for mutiple reasons one being the simple fact they cared so much even after the lies she told, whenever they saw her they always beamed and asked how she was doing! (They were probably the only ones who didn’t hate her….) It hurts her heart to make them concerned in the slightest so even in these strange circumstances she’d hold strong knowing they themselves had no ill intent.

Once she finally stood straight up she let out a deep breathe. Finally calming her nerves then one of the melusine spoke again letting go of Furina “Lady Furina it is a delight to meet you!-“ Then the melusine stopped holding her hand. Then put it towards her mouth for a second seemingly thinking of what next to say. “If you need help freshening up just ask! Actually if they’re is anything you need just ask! Any of us would be very willing to help you Miss Furina!” The melusine said with a smile that was just beaming. The melusine seemed to be excited and was trying to wake her sister from whatever daze she was in due to her just staring at Furina.

“We need to let Miss Furina get dressed come on!” The melusine said dragging the one who was staring out the room and shutting the door. They were probably just waiting in whatever was behind the door, but still it made her slightly more comfortable. Readjusting herself she finally looked around the room in its entirety, it was a rather lavish one with big windows which appeared tinted in a slightly blue color with artwork near the edges hidden behind curtains. It was beautiful craftsmanship which made her suspect that dumb dragon even more. There was a mirror neatly placed beside the bed right next to the window she looked at her reflection with a small sense of pride and relief.

Finally seeing herself fully, there were very few things different from how she remembered them being out of place. She didn’t have her hat or shoes on obviously she was sleeping apparently and no extra marks of any kind through there was two things she distinctly noticed, one her hair was slightly longer like the lowest point other then her bangs were at the her nape. It was a very small thing but as someone who hardly changed her hair and pretty much constantly made sure it was to her liking it was very noticeable. Then there was another…….where was her vision?! The bow was there, with the gem identical to the one she used when she was the Archon. But her actual vision was no where to be seen! Did her kidnapper take it off her person?! She heard rumors that if someone was far from her vision for too long they’d……

Urgh! If this really was Neuvillette she’d scold that dragon till the day she’d die! She thought while running her hands through her hair. Nothing else mattered not looking around not nothing! She thought while grabbing her hat roughly putting it on her head then frantically putting her shoes on. She had to get her vision back! It was not optional! Maybe those melusines could help! Maybe they knew where it was! She thought jolting to the door and swinging it open.

One of the melusine jumped back a tiny bit seemingly shocked. She’d hate to scare the poor thing but she really was on an adrenaline rush at this point. Then she noticed something the other melusine the one who stared and was the first one in the room was not there with only the one who came in later being there. “Lad-dy Furina are you alright?!” The melusine asked slightly anxious due to her rather rash behavior a couple of seconds prior. She tried to calm down but it felt like the fear of the consequences of being without her literal will embodied were weighing on her psyche it was tough. She truly wished she had a nicer way to put it but this was far too urgent for her. “Where. Is. My. Vision?” She tried to calmly say the words but due to the way she was breathing it sounded like each word was instead accentuated.

The melusine looked up to slightly concerned “Uh it’s with Monsieur Neuvillette like always!” Why did Neuvillette have her vision, and why did she say that so casually Luke that was always the case?! “Where is the Iudex if I may ask?” She said finally calming herself down….he was probably in here somewhere! “Oh probably The Opera Epiclese! He said he had a really tough case today!” Okie so from what Furina saw through that Window was definitely not the Court Of Fontaine meaning that Neuvillette was archons knows how far away! Archons she was definitely going to scream at him later but she probably can’t change the fact he isn’t here at this point of time.

So samilar to her time as Archon she’d put it off until she had a solution in sight. Then she simply smiled down at the Melusine and said “You said you would help me with anything right?!” She asked in a rather playful tone a rather strong 180 from her behavior just a couple of minutes before, but that was what Furina was known for as her time as archon. The melusine simply nodded seemingly waiting for a request “Hm! Well! I Furina De Fontaine, would love to be escorted around this lovely place! Could you show me around?” She asked with a of course dramatic accent, she had to up her acting game. If she was going to act in front of Neuvillette, honestly she was confused and sorta scared. Why a companion of 500+ would kidnap her? Neuvillette always seemed rather amenable, and relatively calm and collected but a caring person. So this felt out of character on mutiple levels and she was ready to act like her life depended on it if she had to. She was still so unsure of how Neuvillette’s powers coming back had effected him, maybe this has something to do with them?

Through she didn’t like the thought, she was silently terrified still of the consequences of being without her vision even while she walked so cheerfully behind the melusine guiding her around. Until the melusine stopped in front of somewhere, looking within the room it was a rather casual but refined kitchen with some top models within it. She honestly was wondering why they had stopped here until she looked back and saw the Melusine directing her towards the refrigerator. “Monsieur Neuvillette left tons of food for you! I just thought you’d humans would probably be hungry around this time?” Hm interesting she didn’t know that Neuvillette was that much of a cook. Most times they were simply prepared things by staff and the like, through she wasn’t quite suprised. Neuvillette always seemed a lot less reliant on others fitting for someone of his nature and position. He was good at seeming like the vastly more competent one during her years as Archon.

She opened the refrigerator and all of a sudden most of her mixed feelings towards Neuvillette faded. All of her favorite foods ripe for the taking, stuff she enjoyed while she was a archon that she had assumed had long since been lost to time, stuff she liked as a human that was much more casual but still decorated in a weirdly professional way. How could someone possibly have any malicious intent if they were so welcoming!

Through parts of her brain said that was a distinctly stupid thought. (She herself argeed….) But she just wanted to not be scared or anxious within her own mind for a second. Let her enjoy the food that was literally made for her! She picked out some of her absolute favorites from the stuff in the fridge, being a macaroni salad with pink sauce and delicious looking slice of cake decorated in flower petals that she assumed were edible. She simply ate diligently savoring the taste for every single second trying to find even the slightest reason to not absolutely be petty to Neuvillette over all this. She couldn’t, even once she finished and started walking once again with the Melusine until she actual stopped. Making the melusine look back at her with slight confusion. Furina had stopped in front of a room of the second floor that she stared at the door too for a second then asked a question even she didn’t truly know why she asked “Is there a pool in this room?!” Her eyes lit up, she didn’t know why but she liked the idea of fooling around in a pool at this moment.

“Hm why yes it is! Please be careful! This building structure is very new so tell me or any other Melusines if you have a problem!” The melusine said while opening the door to the room for Furina. Before Furina could even stop herself she had jumped into the water, it felt so familar so warm…..so calming! It made her feel all sweet inside! She hadn’t realized until she saw the Melusine’s frightened form trying to reach and tag at her that she was probably down there for too long by normal standards at least. But she didn’t feel a thing wrong even as the Melusine dragged her up to the surface.

“Are you alright Lady Furina!?” The melusine asked looking terrified. How long could she have possibly been in the water for to get a MELUSINE scared for her safety. It had felt like only seconds, maybe the melusine was just being careful. “Im entirely fine! I was once the Hydro Archon you know! I can handle quite a bit of hydro!” She said pridefully attempting to calm the others fears. It seemed to work with the melusine looking happy even “I didn’t know any human could stay under the water for 30 minutes! You are truly special and amazing like my sisters say Lady Furina!” The praise was certainly appreciated of course, but the amount of time was offputting. Even as a Hydro User now her record at best for staying under was about 10, she wasn’t even sure the maximum but 30 minutes sounded extreme regardless.

But she would not mention that to the Melusine. She also just wished to sink into the water once again until her head started to ache. Then the Melusine shot up for a second looking in a specific direction that wasn’t towards Furina. “Aw! That was quicker than expected! Mr Neuvillette is truly a master of justice!” Hm that probably meant the melusine could sense Neuvillette near by. She also got up and then felt the melusine tag at her hand. “Come on let’s go! You do have to retrieve your vision from Mr Neuvillette right?” The melusine was correct through, she was still in slight pain from the headache to fully register it.

By the time they had reached the first floor and started heading towards the front door. (The place was absolutely massive! She felt like she could get lost in this place even, with its size. Neuvillette always acted so efficient and practical. She was sorta suprised by this place’s size was it really fitting for someone like Neuvillette in any way. Actually when was this place even built it looked like it would require months at least possibly years at most? How long was she out?) There was practically an army of Melusines all waiting for the door to open. She had seen some of them during her tour around the place, but she had also recognized some of them as people she used to work with. What were they doing here? Didn’t they have jobs to do did they volunteer to help around this place. There was already zero doubt in her mind this was Neuvillette, but now she was wondering how he got so many Melusines in one place that wasn’t Merusa Village.

When the front door finely opened painfully slowly in her opinion. She locked eyes with Neuvillette and they seemed to have started a staring contest of sorts. His piercing eyes were so cold and sharp but she would not yield! She needed answers! Until she realized the Melusine were helping him take off his long jacket, then her resolve sharply flattered to the floor. Was this a normal occurrence?! It now felt embarrassing to stare! Even through they had spent literally 500+ years together she had not actually seen the sight of him without the long jacket that she herself at one point made him wear for probably more then half of those.

She didn’t realized that she looked flustered or was blushing hard until Neuvillette started to approach her slightly chuckling with a warm simple smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Are you alright Lady Furina?” He asked feeling her forehead. How- how dare he! First he does such a blasphemy thing! (That Furina silently enjoyed but only the deepest part of her subconscious would admit that one.) Then he acts like he doesn’t realize why she was bright red! So shameless!

“I am perfectly fine Neuvillette!” She said angrily, while still blushing profusely. The sight to Neuvillette was the most adorable he had seen from Furina for sovereigns knows how long. It definitely delighted him that Furina was back to her old self again. “Ne-“ He bluntly interrupted what Furina was about to say, knowing it was probably something unpleasant. “Lady Furina would you like to have dinner with me? I am sorry I couldn’t be back sooner. The trial toke longer than expected.” How dare he first of all ignore what she says! Then he asked her to do something, the absolute gull! Hm but maybe she could use this to talk to him maybe?

“Fine sure! But you better answer my questions you stupid- Iudex!” She was not hiding her anger fully because she planned to possibly guilt trip Neuvillette. Anything to get answers as well as her wishing to simply be petty. “Of course Furina.” She really hated how Neuvillette seemed to only say what was necessary or was rather blunt. She was the one who had to carry the flowery words for both of them during her time as Archon, for negotiations or just even talking in general. He never really seemed to truly understand how Fontainains themselves were never anywhere close to blunt and samilar to herself seemed to throughly indulge themselves on the art of acting in even the simplest ways.

She just hoped Neuvillette was handling his new solo leadership of Fontaine well. She had never asked…..wait a minute why was she being so caring! This was time for questions not being concerned about her literal apparent kidnapper! Sometimes she wondered if she was too selfless for her own good and not selfish enough.

“Neuvillette why am I here?! The last thing I remember was attempting to make myself some macaroni! How did I end up here?!” She said trying to see how Neuvillette reacted while they were walking. He just looked so nonchalant like she wasn’t assaulting him with questions. He calmly answered or at least partially did she didn’t preceives it as much of an answer honestly “This is my new abode Furina. I hope you enjoyed the decor?” He seemed to ask the question and Furina only nodded waiting for him to continue to actual give answers to her questions. But that ‘answer’ was the only one she received even when they started eating together no more words were shared a strange silence surrounded them and the melusines were just looking on from the distance.

It was one of her favorites from back when she was a archon that they were eating together. But she could find literally no joy in eating it due to the strange silence. Until she looked towards Neuvillette who sat across from her at a rather small table, at least for someone of Neuvillette’s size. Why would he have a table like this anywhere in his own home? I mean it was perfect for her but that didn’t matter, this was his abode why would it have a table that looked so uncomfortable for the owner. Then she looked towards the area she was unfamiliar with…..his chest he looked rather good with the white ruffled shirt. It was embarrassing to think like that through total blasphemy, but then she noticed something in his breast pocket it was only slightly visible only slightly pointing out. But it was something rather peculiar with the way it seemed to lightly shine and the casing….it felt so familiar……wait a minute.

“Uhm!” She spoke seemingly expecting immediate attention which she received. “I was actually wondering! Where is my vision? One of the darling melusines said you had it, and I would be greatly pleased if you were to give it back to me Monsieur~?” She added just a hint of playfulness to the end just for an extra flare. “Aw. I was expecting this conversation.” He said pulling the item out from his breast pocket, it was indeed her vision and put it across the table setting it down gently. “Thank you Monsieur!~” She said with a fake smile with a giggle holding her vision close to her chest she was happy to have it back. For now she simply slid it into one of her pockets

“Furina if I may ask. How do you feel about my abode?” It was a sudden question that he seemed to immediately ask right after she had started to eat again. “Uhmmmm I like it well enough! Oh actually Neuvillette! I greatly enjoyed the food you prepared for me!” She said with a smile and giggle finally finishing off her meal. She had to be faster to get the best amount of time to gather information of what all this was about. “So Monsieur~ Can I ask when you had such a lovely abode built! I am quite curious I do not remember you talking about it at all?” She said attempting to act aloof, through it seemed Neuvillette only gave half answers and the like at the moment unfortunately. “Aw. I thought It was rather unimportant since we no longer worked together, and I could simply always visit you. It was built in a temperate environment near a lake and nearby and in front of tons of flowers. It seemed rather fitting and calming for myself.” That was an answer at least. Sorta sounded like a a half answer but she’d let it slide she felt like she had more of an idea where her location was and that was all she desired.

“Would you like dessert Miss Furina?” Why did he pick back up the honorific she has no clue but before she could even send a signal to her brain she was nodding. She was a very dessert person it was practically one of the only good things she remembered from her years as the archon. He left the room for a bit, archons this is really tiring. She wasn’t able to get any answers from him at all! He reminded her startlingly about how she usually used to lie to him using roundabout answers, sometimes just avoiding the question and such tactics. She hoped he didn’t pick up all of her tricks from the last 500 years that would be quite troublesome.

By the time he had come back with a whole cake decorated samilarly to the piece of cake she ate earlier. It looked absolutely delicious there was no way she wouldn’t be able to enjoy it Neuvillette could not ruin this for her! “Thank you so much Monsieur!” She said with a genuine smile for once, when the cake had been set down. She reached over to grab the knife that was strangely far from her considering she assumed it was for her. Once she had grabbed it however before she even knew it nails were sharply going into her skin….it hurt. “Monsieur….that ugh!” He pierced her wrist even more all she could do was stare at her hand. “Neuvillette! You’re-Your- hurting me!” She said slightly tearing up, then all out wailing, even when she heard the knife drop to the table, even when she heard Neuvillette rush to her side even when she felt him embrace her even when he apologized profusely. Even through he sounded so honest like the Neuvillette she had known for 500+ even when he looked so distraught. She couldn’t stop her self from crying.

Maybe it was the stress maybe it was the fact that Neuvillette wasn’t answering her most important questions, or maybe it was because Neuvillette was hardly acting like the Neuvillette she knew for so long. Or she may have just needed a long hard cry, this wasn’t a farce this wasn’t close to a farce she actually really wanted to stop. She really did but it was simply not working out just like at the Opera Epiclese she couldn’t stop tears from falling no matter how much she tried.

‘Why did Neuvillette hurt her like that?’ Was a question that decided to literally crave itself into her psyche. It was different before the pain was needed otherwise Fontaine would flood all her hard work all her people dead was a far more painful thought then the pain she felt then. But this pain felt primal through it was just her wrist it felt like he ripped out her heart. Not even she understood why she felt so upset, before she knew it her consciousness faded. Did she really cry that hard? How many tears had she held back was it even fully Neuvillette’s fault, or was it hers?

When she finally woke again it looked very dark, and she could hear a tempest outside….was Neuvillette really that upset? Was he upset at himself…? Then she finally registered that Neuvillette’s arms were wrapped around her in a comforting manner. Was he…..? Was he cuddling her?! All of a sudden she turned red, then accidentally threw herself into his chest.(Was it really a accident through?~)Which seemed to stir Neuvillette and made him utter some words. “I’m so sorry Furina.” Then he held her closer to himself. This did not help her embarrassment! Not at all! How dare this dumb dragon man, make her cry then cuddle her! That was the definition of mixed signals! Her poor human heart! (……….)

She’d ridicule the dragon later! She promised herself she would! But then she started to nuzzle into his chest and fell back asleep. (Do you think she’ll actually…)(No not at all!~)

Tomorrow would be another day maybe she’d get some actual answers…..?

#furina #genshin impact #focallett #neuvifuri #fanfic #artwork #sketch #digital illustration #neuvillette

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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I kind of believe Ace will play at least somewhat of a role on episode 7. Maybe the fact they set him up to be Malleus’ birthday interviewer this year is an indicator of that, but I could be reaching.

Ace’s relationship with his friend group is interesting because he acts like he’s just nonchalantly there. Like “What? No, I don’t really care about those people, I’m around just because!” — but as we can see, he really does care. He cares about Deuce, MC, and Grim (I believe some of his vignettes hint to that?). He’s the only one who isn’t visibly upset (as in, not letting it show) at the prospect of MC leaving, choosing to deflect the subject when the mood is souring because of Deuce and Grim saying it’ll get lonely without MC.

Also, I think the friend group just came together beautifully and will be relevant in episode 7. Coincidentally, the friend group has 7 people: Ace, Deuce, Grim, MC, Jack, Epel, Ortho and Sebek. I say Sebek because it’s heavily hinted he’ll join the friend group(what stands out is the 1 year official art and anthology comic cover featuring everyone + Sebek even though at there wasn’t much to justify his presence there). The way Ace, Deuce, MC and Grim initially formed a quartet of people begrudgingly brought together by complete chance then developed into a group of friends is very precious to me, and I believe that’ll at least play a part in this episode, considering this is the one Sebek will (apparently) join our group. Which also makes sense for them to be able to explore Sebek as a character, since this is the Diasomnia episode.

Idk if I’m being a clown and pointing out the obvious but anyways!!! I think Ace might have his moment to shine in the next updates, depending on how the story goes. Or idk, he might be hit by the sleeping spell and stay out of the story the whole time, but since Deuce got his spotlight in Glorious Masquerade, it would be only fair.

[Referencing this post!]

I think the birthday interviewers are arbitrary to the main story 🤔 There doesn’t seem to be a clear pattern to the interviewers assigned for the Broomquet series of cards (whereas Birthday Boy and Union definitely did have their own patterns). If there's some significance to Ace interviewing Malleus, then wouldn't the logic hold that the other Broomquet interviewers also have some kind of big tie to the birthday boy...? There doesn't seem to be this importance reflected in all of them, at least as far as I can tell.

Of the main trio (Ace, Deuce, and Grim), Ace seems to be the least emotionally vulnerable. He’s not totally honest about his feelings (despite, ironically, being the one to tell others how it is without any sugarcoating) and uses jokes/humor to deflect from confrontational or difficult situations he doesn’t want to get entangled in. Ace claims to not care, but his actions tell very different stories than his words do (see: the worry he displays in episodes 4 and 6, as well as some vignettes and events). I guess this could be called “tsundere” behavior, but rather than being his entire identity, it’s only a single aspect of Ace and lends to his overall cheeky yet bright character.

Ace doesn’t want to linger on things he considers boring or sad; he lives in the moment and wants to quickly move on to the next thing that may be more fun or happy than the current moment. The same does not hold true for Deuce or Grim, and for very good but also very different reasons. Deuce fixates on his past and his failures due to wanting to reform from his delinquency, and Grim is attached to Yuu because of their close bond as partners, roommates, and master-minion. Given this, of course Deuce and Grim would feel more sad and make remarks about the things they cannot do together anymore once Yuu leaves.

I think it’s possible that Ace has multiple intentions behind not sulking with Deuce and Grim 🤔 For one, yeah, it’s not in Ace’s nature to; he’s just more cheerful than the other two—but I think this speaks to other aspects of his character. He’s the only one of the group to point out that Mickey may not actually be Yuu’s ticket home, yet everyone is treating it like it’s already the end. I wonder if this is Ace lying to himself too—making up some excuse to avoid looking at the truth, or maybe genuinely hoping he’s actually right. Alternatively, maybe Ace is saying these things because he doesn’t want to see his friends sad—or even to alleviate everyone’s pain when Yuu ultimately has to leave (in kind of a “don’t cry now, save your tears for when the time finally comes” way) 🫠

I appreciate that the first years assemble in 7, but it felt a little clunky to me since we didn’t previously see them unite or act as a big group of friends. It was usually just Adeuce + the first year for that particular episode like Epel or isolated incidents (ie checking in with Jack and Savanaclaw pre-VDC in 5). I’m still under the impression that Adeuce and Grim are the close friends of Yuu and the other first years are friends in a looser sense of the word—but narratively speaking, it makes sense to bring the group together for what is meant to be the “last chapter” of their story. It emphasizes how far everyone has come, how they’ve grown so much closer than the circumstances which initially forced them together. It feels more bittersweet seeing the friends made along the way and realizing that Yuu has to say goodbye to them all.

It’s interesting that we end up with 7 people (excluding Yuu from this count), one for each dorm (even if there is no one representing Octavinelle and Scarabia + two representing Heartslabyul). I don’t know if that means anything right now other than being a recurring number, but it would be cool if it does! The promotional materials of the game really seem to market the first years as a group of close knit friends, which is reflected in the fandom works but not super deeply in the main story 🤔 so it’d be nice to see more of the group together and such. I wonder how Sebek will be integrated with them, seeing as he’s so opposed to befriending humans and those outside of the Briar Valley. He’ll certainly complicate the group’s dynamics and add a lot of flair to episode 7!

Oh, I’m sure Ace will have his fun at his own Glorious Masquerade (the Halloween 2023 event will probably be Masquerade Part II with the other half of the NRC cast). I just hope Ace also gets to play a big role in episode 7 😌 and earns his unique magic along the way~

#twisted wonderland analysis #twst analysis #twst #twst character analysis #twisted wonderland #Ace Trappola #Deuce Spade #twisted wonderland character analysis #Epel Felmier #Grim #Yuu #Jack Howl #Sebek Zigvolt #Ortho Shroud #Mickey Mouse #Malleus Draconia #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #disney twisted wonderland

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So, people liked my X6-88 and Sole headcanons, so guess what, I'm providing more.

Prepare for some hurt/comfort plus some fluffy shit

In the Institute the only thing synths got to eat (I strongly believe that gen 3 synths do have to eat and sleep) were tasteless ration bars. They were nutritionally complete but had the flavor of cardboard. After the Institute, Sole makes X6 actual food. For the first time in his life X6 gets to see food as something other than fuel. Sole making him food is a way they show him that they care about him.

X6 getting to have a nice warm bowl of soup with some fresh baked razor grain bread to dip in. His taste buds are awake for the first time in their life.

X6 is like a cat in the way that he shows affection by just existing in the same room as someone. Sole will be working on building something and X6 is sitting close by, reading a magazine they gave him. He just enjoys existing in the same place as Sole.

One day Sole finds X6 having Feelings. As in silently crying alone. They ask him if he wants to talk about why he's upset, X6 says no. Then they ask if he wants them to leave, X6 also says no. Cue Sole just sitting with X6, being there for him. He doesn't know why he's feeling bad, but he knows he doesn't want Sole to go.

The next time Sole is having Feelings, X6 sits next to them. He puts his hand on Sole's shoulder and says if they want to talk he'll listen. He doesn't say a lot but the fact that he's trying his best to be there for them in his own way means so much to Sole. He doesn't leave until they've stopped crying.

X6 starting to fall asleep on the couch or whatever at Sole's home. They cover him with a blanket and X6 is having a brain glitch for the next three days because the feelings are confusing him again.

X6 steals Sole's weapon to modify it. He does this as surprise so Sole is looking for their favorite gun for three days straight before X6 gives it back. They're grateful but X6 please tell someone before you take their shit.

As he gets more comfortable with his personality and with having a friendship with Sole he starts to tease them more. He begins to make jokes when they do something dumb. Sole's ego is a little bruised but they're glad X6 is developing his own sense of humor.

#fallout #fallout 4 #x6 88 #x6-88 #X6 posting

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aspisera · 6 months

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Aspisera's Masterpost of the Deltarune Escapism Theory Character Connections!

Okay so before I start this, I am NOT good at writing.

This is my take on the connections in the Escapism Theory for Deltarune. I’m going to be naming off points on a descending scale with how outlandish the connection to characters are.

It will descend like this:

Susie

Kris

Noelle

Berdly

(thank you @stunfiskz for humoring my take on Noelle when I first thought of it)

Here we go:

Susie - Jevil and King

To me (and others, I’m sure) King and Jevil have strong connections to Susie. King is basically how Susie confronts her abandonment issues.

Instead of crying about it, she gets angry and lashes out. In the fight she has with Lancer, she goes on the offensive instantly. Choosing to get aggressive about it because she’s tired of people leaving her behind; loyalty means a lot to her. King is the same way because of the Lightner’s abandoning his kingdom. He grows jaded and coarse while developing a vendetta. He does everything in his power to make the Lighteners leave, to trap them, or to kill them so they don’t cause more issues.

With Jevil it’s a bit different. Jevil is more related to Susie’s nihilism and cynicism (particularly being concerned with her own interest in Chapter 1). Susie and Jevil both subscribe to “Our actions hold no value so what’s the point in conformity?” as they both show how they can care less about the safety of others or the larger problem at hand (e.g. The Roaring). Towards the end of Chapter 1, we can see Susie start to care about other people a bit more. Thanking Kris and becoming their friend. She also warms up to Ralsei a bit. And when you defeat Jevil in both endings, he accepts your kinship and helps you in battle (Either as Jevilstail (Armor) or Devilsknife (Weapon)). Just like how Susie went into your part (with Lancer) after you defeated them.

Kris - Spamton and Lancer

I know what you’re thinking “What do you mean Lancer?” but stick with me, I promise.

Kris and Spamton may seem like a fairly obvious comparison… So why is it down here? Some may not have looked deep enough. It’s not just about puppets on strings, no, it’s about depression.

From the beginning, we can tell Kris has low motivation, sleeps in, and ignores school responsibilities, and it’s probably because Kris is depressed. Their brother is away, they feel like an outcast, they’re being bullied in school by Susie (in the beginning), and their parent’s have a broken marriage (which doesn’t help). Spamton reflects this: Mike not returning the calls, being removed as an Addison and being laughed at because of his failures, and him being broken himself.

Both him and Kris want to change and go back to how things were but they’re both grasping at straws. Nothing seems to be working, especially for Spamton. To Kris, Spamton is what they could have been if the Soul didn’t step in. Kris relates to Spamton on such a high emotional level that they have a mental breakdown after the fight with NEO. It makes them reflect on what they have now and how they might’ve turned out. Same with how Spamton appreciated Mike being there for him… until he wasn’t.

Lancer and Kris are a bit harder to explain and also ties in with Noelle’s comparisons. Lancer is shown as a goofball, a silly guy, a child. Kris is a notorious prankster and is basically the town weirdo. They both have their victim of choice for most of their jokes and have obsessions with things people consider unorthodox (digging holes and knives). But Kris and Lancer are also connected in the sense that Kris is afraid of getting close to people just like how Lancer is. Lancer is scared of his dad finding out but Kris is worried about driving people away. Kris most definitely has a history of making people not like them and so does Lancer. Lancer admits himself that none of the basic enemies really listen to him and only do so because he’s the King’s son.

Noelle - Queen (obvs) and Rouxls Kaard

Told you it would tie in. Queen isn’t hard to understand when relating her to Noelle. Queen uses Noelle and likes her because she can manipulate her well as Noelle is a pushover and a people-pleaser. And, of course, that ties in with how Queen is like Noelle’s Mom. Always pushing her to do her best in school so she can keep up the image of their family. She can’t have Noelle flunking like she did on that spelling bee.

Rouxls Kaard is fun to explain. Both Noelle and Kaard are looking for a greater purpose as they both feel like they have more meaning to themselves other than doing good in school or making puzzles. Noelle wants to do what she wants but feels pressured by her mom to keep going. Kaard wants to do his own thing, too. Making puzzles isn’t fun for him but he keeps doing it because he feels like he needs to. Though there’s greater purpose in sticking with Kris and Lancer. Kris can provide a journey and a possibility at finding something that means more than academics. Taking care of Lancer gives Kaard a HUGE purpose. He plays around with the idea of being a second father to Lancer but is scared of how to approach it, just like how Noelle is stuck thinking the trip to the Darkworld is all a dream.

Berdly - just Swatch (for now)

Berdly’s is gonna be short and sweet. I think Swatch is who Berdly wants to be. Berdly masks himself as acting smart, charming, and tough all at the same time. Swatch is pretty much all of those things. Swatch is smart but you don’t get upset because they don’t come off as condescending, not to mention him being fuckin’ BUILT.

That’s pretty much it. I doubt this thing is comprehensible in a literary sense but I don’t write often so I hope all of my points get across nonetheless. I decided to make this post to finally tie into Stunfiskz’s drawing of Noelle and Rouxls Kaard’s sprites making the same faces and not let people just sit in the dark.

#utdr #deltarune #deltarune theory

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