#how he’s helped whole countries from falling into ruin and how brave he’s become

[onepiecesb]

Newest op arc usopp finally settles things with yassop

#they’re literally right there pls oda #i will say I fucking love yassop’s wizard cloak #Ik usopp considers his dad to be a great pirate but I want to know how he feels about having to grieve his mother alone #will he tell him about kaya and the disbanded usopp pirates #and how the first ship the pirate king sailed on was one from his village #how he’s befriended literal giants and is considered a god in some places #how he’s helped whole countries from falling into ruin and how brave he’s become #how he’s been to heaven in the sky and how he’s the best sniper in the world because how can there be any less on the king of pirates ship #sorry i’m rambling #usopp #yassop #one piece #ignore

[blu-joons]

An Unexpected Pregnancy ~ Park Jimin

Your life with Jimin was nothing sort of chaos, neither of you ever knew what you were doing one moment to the next, you never knew if you’d be able to be with each or thousands of miles apart, in the same country or even in the same city.

It was a routine that you’d somehow become accustomed to, it was almost a thrill as to whether you’d go home and see Jimin that night, or if you’d find out that he was halfway across the world. It was a life that for most just wouldn’t work, but somehow you managed to make it work for you.

You were used to all of the in between, or so you thought, until it felt like your whole world came crashing down. The moment you saw the positive marking on the pregnancy test you’d kept as a just in case, your body turned numb.

For weeks, you’d been trying to find the right time to tell Jimin, but to find the right time to tell him that you’d probably messed up his career was pretty impossible. The right time just never seemed to arrive, no matter how hard you tried to find it.

“There’s something I want to talk to you about,” you finally told him one morning, when he was home.

“Yeah?” He questioned, so oblivious to the hurt you felt in your heart. He leaned forwards in his seat out of anticipation, resting his hands carefully into his hands. Yet, as his eyes landed on your straight face, the panic began to set in for him.

You sighed softly, looking anyway but directly across at him. Your heart pounded as he watched you closely, almost hating how excited he was that you might have some news.

“You’re going to hate me,” you informed him, but as much as his head shook, you knew that your statement might just be true in a matter of moments.

“Tell me what you want to talk about, I’m here to help you if there’s a problem.”

You almost scoffed at his remark, your pregnancy certainly did feel like a pretty big problem from where you were standing. You could forgive Jimin for being clueless about your nerves, but you knew he wouldn’t forgive himself soon for promising to be by your side.

“You make it all sound so easy, but I don’t think you’ll be feeling that way in a minute,” you pointed out to him, letting go of a heavy, shaky breath.

As he noticed how wavering your voice was, even Jimin began to panic. He pulled his chair up closer to the table, reaching out his hands for you to hold. When you refused, he felt his stomach drop, and the fear inside of him grow.

“If there is something the matter, then let’s talk about it still,” he tried to encourage you, weakly smiling in your direction. “Just take a breath, and then you can tell me whenever you’re ready what you think might be the problem. We can take all the time in the world.”

Your watering eyes looked across at him, “I don’t think that it’s a problem, I know it’s a problem Jimin. But I just don’t know how you’re going to react.”

“I won’t react,” he assured you, “whatever it is, I will be calm and logical, I promise.”

You sighed once again, brushing your hands against the temple of your head. “I’m pregnant Jimin,” you mumbled, tearing your eyes away from his stare.

“P-pregnant?” He stuttered, feeling the corners of his mouth turn up into a wide smile. “Why would that ever be a problem? Were you really scared just to tell me that you’re pregnant?”

Your eyes focussed in on his dimpled cheeks, even though you knew it was a sign of happiness, you couldn’t quite comprehend that he was happy about your news. Had he thought about his career? The group? Or did he just have tunnel vision about fatherhood?

“Are you trying to tell me that you’re not excited to have a baby?” He asked you, moving around the table so that he could finally take a proper hold of your hand.

“I just worry about you, how are you going to balance being a dad right now?” You questioned, “this might just be a distraction to you.”

“It’s not a distraction, it’s exciting.”

“But you’re at the top of your career Jimin, a baby is going to be huge, what if it ruins everything that you’ve worked so hard for?” You fretted, “and then it would all be my fault that things went wrong.”

His head shook instantly, squeezing desperately at your hands to try and prevent any tears from falling. Whilst pregnancy wasn’t going to be an easy ball to add to what he was already juggling, there was no way he was going to neglect you, or his child, throughout any of it.

“It’s a bit of surprise, for us both probably, but of course, we can work our way through this. If you think I’m angry, or disappointed, then you’re wrong Y/N. We’ve always prided ourselves on having a crazy life, so why not throw a baby into the mix as well?”

“It’s not as easy as that though is it, a baby isn’t the same as a concert?”

His head nodded, pressing against the top of your head. “You’re right, it’s a lot more important than a concert, which is why from now, it’s going to be my priority. You’re terrified right now, and so am I a little bit, but we’re a team. So, doesn’t that mean that we can get through anything together?”

It was most definitely going to be a challenge for you both, but that was always what the unexpected was. Jimin had always told you to expect the unexpected when in a relationship with him, you just never imagined that the unexpected would quite consist of pregnancy.

“I still don’t really know whether to laugh or cry about all of this.”

“And that’s alright,” Jimin chuckled, “it’s come as a bit of a shock admittedly, but I don’t see it as something we should be negative about.”

“I feel a lot better too now that I’ve told you,” you confessed, “I was considering just never telling you at one point and running away.”

“I would have found a way to hunt you down.”

Your head shook as his hands squeezed yours once again, relieved to finally see the smallest of glimmers of a smile appearing on your face.

“I don’t know how you’ve been so brave to keep this such a secret, I would never have been able to deal with this alone for so long,” he smiled.

“At the beginning, I thought it would be for the best, but then a few of my friends told me I was giving off pregnancy vibes, and I didn’t know what to do. I just knew that I needed to tell you first before anyone else,” you informed him.

His smile grew once more, “I can’t believe your friends picked up on hints and I didn’t. That makes me a bit of a bad boyfriend really.”

“Not at all, if you’d have picked up on the hints then I would have been more worried about how much research you’ve done on pregnancy.”

His head leaned forwards, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “It seems like I’m going to be doing a lot more research now with the little one on the way. I’m going to make sure I’m as well informed as possible.”

“We’ve always got to be prepared for the unexpected.”

“And I promise that we definitely will be.”

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Masterlist

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[donutloverxo]

The donut mishap

Note - This is the first of my soft!reader series. I'll try to post them chronologically now on. Note that this is set in 2013. And a dear friend helped me out with this. Thanks a lot to her <3.

Summary - A quest of baking donuts brings you to the avengers tower. But what happens when your paths cross with the star spangled man?

Warnings - curse words, steves ptsd

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 2.3k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You squinted your eyes concentrating on putting just the right amount of pressure on the piping bag to get the perfect swirl of frosting on the cupcake. Your breathe hitched as a little air bubble appeared, aside from that it looked perfect. With a nice stiff peak.

You smiled looking over the cupcakes and donuts; over 12 hours of work. You felt like a proud mama.

When you started working at the Bakery, granted you only did so because you loved how cute their desserts looked but never could afford them, you thought you’d get to make money off of your love for baking.

Instead they stuck you in the back, doing books and maintaining accounts. Yeah you were going to grad school to be an accountant but it still wasn’t fair!

You never got to learn anything new about baking, or even try any delicious pastries. You just spent 4 hours everyday playing with the numbers.

And then you got a call from Linda, your boss. Panicking about how the head chef is sick and they have an order from the Avengers.

The Avengers were just a bit controversial. But for the most part everyone was grateful for them and looked up to them.

You can’t disappoint them. They’re superheros! Literal gods!

You didn’t really have much of an opinion on them. Except that the God of thunder from space made you all tingly sometimes.

You were just happy you got the chance to make such variety of desserts. Maybe now you could convince Linda to let you help out in the kitchen every now and then.

“You’re going to have to deliver them yourself.” Linda said looking them over and taking a small bite from the mint macaroon. “Take a taxi. Think you can handle it?” She handed you a hundred dollar bill.

There were only two boxes, one with the donuts and another with different assortments of patisseries. You accepted the bill and called for an Uber.

Normally the bakery doesn’t do delivery but when someone even mentioned Tony Starks name, Linda agreed to deliver, almost gave it away for free.

You made it to the tower in one piece. Glad to know that all the desserts seemed like they were doing alright in the boxes. You craned your neck up to look at the tower. Yet you couldn’t see the top.

You tried your best to be careful with the giant pink boxes in your hands muttering ‘excuse me' to anyone you may come across so as to not bump into them. You gently lay the boxes on the reception counter. Giving the brunette receptionist a huge warm smile.

“These are for Pepper Potts. Should I just leave them here...” You trailed off.

Looking around to see everyone dressed to the nines in sleek business formal clothes. You were wearing your pink dress with small red strawberries splattered all across it, it ended just below your knees, maybe not the perfect dress for the beginning of fall, or making a delivery for that matter. It made you feel self-conscious you tried your best to not think about how unprepared you must seem.

Which wasn’t entirely your fault. They were the ones that expected such a large order in under 12 hours.

“Alright ma'am you can go up and set them up.” She said hanging up the phone and giving you a visitors pass.

“Oh I...” You wanted to disagree. Ask for someone else to do it. You just KNEW you were going to mess it up.

But you couldn’t really say anything when she smiled “Thank you.” Probably in a way to shoo you off and deal with the person behind you.

You somehow made your way to the elevator, asking for directions twice, only it was too crowded and you were running out of time. “I’ll take the next one.” You said, although no one really seemed to care, they were either looking at their phones or chatting with each other.

A nervous smile painted on your face, so you could delude yourself into thinking everything is fine to calm your nerves. You couldn’t even afford to take your phone out of your sling bag to look at the time, not with your hands occupied.

After waiting for forever you were able to get into an elevator which was only occupied with a few people. Finally you were at your desired floor.

You were to take the boxes to conference room B12.

So you looked around, distracted. Your mother had always told you that your absent mindedness will one day come to bite you in the ass.

‘Try living in reality once in a while.’ She had said in such a condescending tone.

You huffed back then, thinking you were fine just the way you are. Until you bumped into what you thought was a brick wall, too distracted by the numbers and signs and twists and turns.

You quickly looked in front of you, when you felt the boxes you had held up collide with something. It wasn’t a wall, it was what looked like a human man. You tried to balance your feet stumbling back a bit before falling flat on your ass.

“Omph” You let out as you felt the cold hardwood floor sting your behind. Your precious donuts and desserts falling to the ground.

You looked at the ruins, how the frosting and sprinkles decorated the floor, taking it all in, asking yourself if this is a dream.

By the angle you were sitting in, you were sure the man could see your underwear, but you didn’t care. Because you were completely ruined.

You looked up at him, your lips quivering and your eyes glossy. “Why?” You asked as he stared at you completely dumbfounded, as if he had never seen a girl before.

Steve wanted to refuse right away. As soon as they said the words ‘honor’ and ‘appreciate’. A ceremony just to honor him and thank him for his service to his country.

He did try to convince Tony that he hated such things. To be the centre of attentions and plaster on a pageant smile for all the flashing cameras. That is not what he signed up for. His goal was never to get fame and recognition.

He ultimately had to relent. Because it was supposed to be an inspiration for others and to ‘boost morale’.

“Just flash your perfect pearly whites for a few hours, it’s really not that hard.” Tony said slapping Steve’s shoulder. As if they’ve been friends forever and he doesn’t take some kind of sick sadistic pleasure in watching Steve suffer.

They spoke of how brave he was, how even as a sickly kid he stood up for what was right. For his country.

Really he could tolerate all that. Even be grateful for it.

But his anxiety came back as they showed pictures from the wartimes, projected onto the white screen.

He’s a hero they said.

So brave.

Selfless and compassionate.

A man out of time.

Lies. Blatant lies. He was far from a hero. He knew that. But he realized the extent of it when he saw the pictures, some of them familiar to him, having happened just in front of him not so long ago, even if it had been decades for everyone else.

All of his brothers, his best friend died. Protecting their country. For their duty. They made the ultimate sacrifice and were more than happy to do so.

He recalled one commander saying how he would love to die serving his country. It would be his greatest accomplishment.

And here he was. Wearing a suit that he had no doubt cost thousands of dollars. Drinking expensive champagne, giving interviews, having his face on magazine covers. Taking pictures with his ‘fans'. Living the high life.

How the fuck was he a hero?!

He couldn’t look at the remaining pictures or listen to them. He tried to zone them out, tune out his anxiety and his guilt. To not let his mind go to those dark places, to linger on the past. Nothing good would come out of it.

He could still do good. Be good. Wash off his sins. If he kept trying and moving forward. If only it wasn’t so hard.

There was no such thing washing your sins off of you. No one can resolve their sins by simply confessing to them in church. Or counting thousands of hail marys. His hands and his soul will always be tainted with blood.

Somehow he got through the whole thing. He was about to run off the men’s room. To take a breathe and collect his thoughts.

Tony stopped him “What’s with your resting bitch face Rogers?” He snarked but was taken aback by the scowl he received “Fine go. Remember we have a meeting with the corporal.”

Which was what the whole ruse was all about. To appease the army. He was surprised at just how bad the whole world is, but he couldn’t even begin to comprehend the shitshow that the army had become.

He rubbed his face sprinting towards the balcony. To get some fresh air, be alone as long as he can before he has to go back to being Captain America.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t hear your footsteps, which his sensitive hearing really should’ve picked up on.

He turned the corner only bump into you. Making you fall on your ass.

“Why?” You gave him a look of betrayal as tears fell down your face. You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand kneeling and working on putting your desserts back in the box.

“Oh my god... ma’am I’m so sorry.” He apologized as soon as he registered what he had down. Crouching down before you to help you clean it up. But he doubted that you would be able to eat them.

“All my work.” You moaned looking up and meeting his eyes.

Your defeated face almost made him pull you into his arms. But it wouldn’t exactly be proper to do that to a stranger.

“Don’t call me ma'am!” You huffed as more tears escaped your eyes. “I’m not like 50!” You crossed your legs sitting on the floor and staring at your boxes.

“What should I call you then?” He asked his tone gentle and inquisitive. Truly curious to know what your name was.

“How about you call me nothing? You’ve done enough.” You frowned as you looked into his crystal blue hues. He was simply put beautiful.

You never thought that’s the adjective you’d use to describe a man, but that was all you could think of.

However his beauty didn’t excuse his actions. It certainly wouldn’t bring back the desserts you worked so hard on. So all you could do was be mad at him.

“I can pay for them.” He blurted out and then winced. You probably made them yourself. He can’t exactly replace them.

“It was the first time I truly baked. And now I’ll lose my job.” You sniffled tracing the frosting which was smeared on the floor with your finger. “And the Avengers will all go hungry...” You rambled your voice small. All you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry into a pillow.

You sneered at him as he chuckled. He immediately stopped pressing his lips into a straight line. “I doubt they’ll go hungry. I promise you won’t lose your job. No one has to know.” He reasoned. His plump rosy lips stretch into a smile, that must be worth at least a million dollars. His eyes creasing and yeah he really was beautiful.

You felt your anger resolving but decided to remain firm. To not let him work his charms on you. “They will call my boss when the delivery doesn’t arrive. And my boss will fire me!” You exclaimed spelling it out for him. Since he seemed to fit the stereotype of the dumb pretty blonde. Or was that exclusive to women?

“I can promise you no one will tell your boss.” He hesitated but then put his hand over yours in an effort to reassure you.

“What? How – how will you do that?” You asked getting more and more frustrated that he failed to understand just how grave this situation was for you.

“I uh... do have that kind of authority.” He said giving you a small nod. At least he could do some good with this ‘status' he held.

“Hm” You hummed still suspicious. But he was wearing a suit which looked expensive. His stance seemed that of someone who was powerful. His voice although soft held some stern undertones. “I – how do I believe you?” You asked and laughed at your misery as you realized you didn’t really have a choice.

Finally, pressing a palm on the floor you got up. Collecting your boxes. “It’s okay.” You sighed. “I guess I wasn’t really looking either. Whatever happens I’ll deal with it.” You said giving him a somber look.

“Uh – are you sure?” He stammered afraid he got you in trouble and couldn’t really do anything about it. Even more so that you were leaving and he’d probably never get to see you again.

“I’m not really a liar.” You shrugged as he stood up with you.

You didn’t have the opportunity to marvel at his tall stature, and how big he was compared to you. Or just big in general. You simple turned around your head hung low.

Only to look back at him over your shoulder. You tried to suppress a whimper, at just how hopeless you were, and asked “Which way is the elevator?”

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[themoonlily]

Hi! I found your stories on a ficrec list for Eomer/Lothiriel and WOW!!! MUCH LOVE!!!!! I can't wait to read more wonderful stories from you! Can I ask what got you into this pairing, and what draws you to them? Also: any headcannons about them? (Physical/personality/hobbies/etc.)

Hi there! I am so glad to hear you like my stories. :)

I would say that I got to Éothiriel thanks to Éomer. I can't say I fell in love with him straightaway - I was your typical Aragorn fangirl back in the day (mind you, he’s still one of my favourite characters in the legendarium). I had always enjoyed the bits with Rohan in particular, and the more I watched the films, the more I liked Éomer, and once I had read the books a couple of times, I realised there was so much more to this guy. I loved his integrity, his unashamed passion, his loyalty and devotion to his family and friends, and how he strives to do better and learn. 

His arc in the books is such a fascinating one. He starts out as a scion of one of the leading families of Rohan (and is a son of a princess, no less), but is orphaned along with his sister at an early age, and then raised by the King himself. What kind of a trauma did that loss leave him with, and how did it affect his relationship with his sister? Were his teenage years very difficult thanks to this? At the time of the events of LOTR, he’s a fairly young man - among the youngest of the entire cast - and yet he has this hugely important duty as the Third Marshal of the Mark. He’s passionate but also ready to put himself and his own needs aside in order to do what’s right. The whole House of Eorl dynamics are just so fascinating, even though a lot of it happens outside the actual narrative of LOTR. What are his relationships with his uncle, his cousin, and his sister? How does this partnership with Théodred grow (to the point of Saruman seeing these two as the chief obstacle of the easy conquest of Rohan)? What does it feel like to watch his beloved uncle fall under the influence of ill-intended counsels (not to mention the threat of Wormtongue against Éowyn)? Éomer is portrayed as a fairly temperamental guy, so I can only imagine the fury he must feel at the situation. 

But then Théodred dies, the noose tightens around everybody’s throats, and one may just imagine the desperation and dread he must feel at this point. He’s still figthing and trying to do the right thing, even if that may now mean treason. But he’s still friendly to Aragorn and co. when they meet, recognising them as an opportunity to help Rohan almost immediately. 

He’s so loyal to his family that even after he’s been disgraced and humiliated by Wormtongue by the proxy of Théoden, he still knows where the true malice is coming from, and is ready to fight again for his uncle the moment he’s released. And he slips straight back to being the King’s lieutenant without even blinking his eyes. 

There’s also how Éomer becomes king. I’m fascinated with what it would feel like to him. I mean, he’s been second in line to the throne his whole life, so he probably always realised there’s a chance he’ll be king one day. But the circumstances he comes to the throne - the near ruin of his country, the tragic and violent death of his cousin he might have been able to prevent if not for Wormtongue, the brief time he has with his restored uncle, and then the whole mess of the War of the Ring... all that must feel pretty surreal for him. And, of course, the Battle of Pelennor’s fields, and his scenes in it... wow. Him nearly losing his mind over thinking his sister (and whole family) is dead, charging like a madman over the field, composing some pretty amazing poetry in the spur of the moment, and then just laughing in sheer defiance against what seems like imminent death. What a dude. 

And then there are so many other interesting aspects: how he must have felt over those long years (was he unhappy? was he lonely?), what he expected his life to be versus what it turned out to be, and what it did to him to watch his family leave one by one. I could go on, but then we would be here whole day. 

So, enter Lothíriel. Of course I was eager to know what happens to Éomer after the war is over, and fortunately, Tolkien had an answer ready - although he could really have told us more about them! Not that in canon there is anything to imply it was a love marriage, but personally, I don’t think that a man with a disposition like Éomer would submit to a loveless or faithless marriage (or that he’d risk his relationship with Imrahil by being faithless). I just can’t see it happening. Also I just want him to be happy, and find someone who brightens up his days, someone who won’t leave him. It’s nice to imagine him having a new start with her.  

Sadly, of her personality I can’t say anything that would be indicated by canon, but if we imagine her being anything like her father, then she might be a proud, strong and brave woman. Well, she would probably have to be courageous to leave her homeland for marriage (another reason I think it was a love union, because I want her to be happy, too)! I like to imagine her finding some unexpected, unimagined freedom in Rohan, perhaps even fulfilment of ambition in her role as a queen. Also, maybe with her background and if she had access to some kind of education, she’d be uniquely qualified to helping Éomer to rule and counseling him. Perhaps she even feels some personal pride over the fact that together, they are starting a new dynasty (or a new line) to rule in Rohan. Also, having a fairly big family, I think she would be well equipped to show him the love he has missed most of his life.  

I recall at some point reading the appendix about the House of Eorl, and that Éomer married Imrahil’s daughter, Lothíriel, and thinking yes, this makes sense. It’s just the sense I gleaned from the interactions and circumstances of the story. Of course Éomer would have strong feelings for Imrahil, since he was the one who saw that Éowyn was still alive and hastened her delivery to safety. Being a man of strong emotions, I think Éomer would hold Imrahil and his entire family in high regard thanks to this. Maybe it’s even a ground from which some attachment did grow between him and Lothíriel. Also, Rohirrim are a culture based on horses, and apparently the Princes of Dol Amroth also maintain a cavalry (the Swan Knights who, with Imrahil, took part in the Battle of Pelennor fields). So I see there definitely being a lot of points of connection! 

Of course, it also fits the socio-political frame we are left with at the end of the story: the new unity among the Free Peoples, the task of rebuilding after the war, and this new blooming of the friendship between Rohan and Gondor. On a purely logical level, it is reasonable that he’d marry the daughter of a powerful house like Imrahil’s. But for my purely headcanonish “aesthetic” (if that’s even the right word) reasons I do like the contrast these two make: their different cultures (and all that they entail from songs and poetry to foods and habits), their union as the union of earth and sea, his gold to her silver, the warrior and the lady... also this is purely headcanon/tropes but I definitely think of them as tol/smol and embodying the pair where A is the reason B began to smile again. (Tol/smol is at least half canon because Éomer is apparently as tall as Aragorn, like 6 feet 6 if I recall right. Since he’s also a professional warrior, he’s probably built like it too.)

So, yeah - I guess that’s already a lot of reasons for why I love this pair! There’s just so much potential there, so many avenues to pursue, and so much food for imagination. If you’re interested in more of my headcanons, you could try searching the tag “Éothiriel” in my blog - I’ve got plenty of posts about them! 

Thanks for the ask, and sorry for this answer being so long! I rather got carried away and Éomer deserves every bit of the love he gets, and so does Lothíriel. 

#Éomer #Eomer #Lothíriel #Lothiriel #Éothiriel #eomer x lothiriel

[rhysand-vs-fenrys]

Do the same thing for Heaven Official's Blessing (use Maas characters to tell the story)!

Heaven Official’s Blessing // TGCF told using ACOTAR characters (Obviously there will be spoilers, read at your own risk)

TGCF is told in a non-linear form, with Books 1, 3, and 5 taking place in the present, and Books 2 and 4 acting as flashbacks. I will be telling the story in a pure linear format.

** I’m going to have to ask people to ignore shipping stuff for the sake of this. I matched characters based on their personalities, so things became kind of scrambled.

THIS WAS VERY VERY HARD TO WRITE OKAY

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful Crown Princess named Elain. She was completely beloved by her people not only for her looks, but for her kindness, warmth, and incredible talents. Whatever she put her mind to, Princess Elain would easily accomplish, and those who read fortunes often said she was born on an auspicious day and was blessed with unparalleled good fortune. 

Princess Elain’s father was fairly elitest and tended to ignore the common folk, but Princess Elain made it her mission in life to protect them and ease everyone’s burdens.

When Princess Elain was 17, the royal capitol held a parade to the king of the heavens, Helion. In this parade, an elite warrior dressed as the Divine Hero would actually spar with another elite warrior dressed as a Demonic Beast. The parade would circle the capitol as the two warriors fought, only ending when their stamina ran out and they were too tired to carry on. The more laps the procession completed before this happened, the more good fortune it would invite and the more honor to the god Helion. Generally the goal was around 15-20 laps.

On the third lap, as people clamored to see clearly the Hero and Beast battle, there was a horrible accident. A deformed child in the crowd, barely 8 years old at MOST, was knocked from his perch on a high wall and fell to his death.

As he fell, the Divine Hero abandoned their battle and leapt high into the air to  catch the poor child. Picture like wire work when I say “leapt high”, it counts more as minor flight.

In the rescue, the Divine Hero’s mask comes off and it is revealed to be none other than Princess Elain herself! The Divine Beast was Elain’s bodyguard, Cassian.

While the common people go FERAL for this beautiful Princess who saved a wretched orphan’s life, the royal priests are angered. They warn Elain that her actions are an insult to Helion, and she must repent to avoid his wrath.

Elain famously and simply replies that if a god would begrudge her saving a child’s life, then they are not worthy of becoming a god.

And in spite of the priest’s words, the heavens agree with Princess Elain.

The child Elain saved has half his head heavily wrapped in bandages, but Elain is not afraid of him. She cradles him in her arms and he is mesmerized by her face. Still, after someone tries to move the bandage to see his face, the child runs away and vanishes.

This child was Azriel.

Tamlin is Elain’s cousin. His mother was a royal lady who had a baby with an abusive brute, and she ended up dying in disgrace after being abandoned by him. Tamlin was therefore raised by Elain’s mother, and he is disturbingly obsessed with the glory of his Princess Cousin. He is also dangerously unhinged and violent.

Just a few days after the ruined parade, Tamlin is racing through the city streets in his carriage, whipping his horses raw and yelling that if he runs over anyone it is their own fault. He has no cares for anyones lives, and Princess Elain considers him a thorn in her side.

Princess Elain is out with her bodyguard, Cassian, and her personal servant, Lucien. They see Tamlin coming and no only is he driving dangerously, there is a bloody sack tied to the back of the chariot.

Elain and Cassian leap onto the carriage to stop Tamlin, while Lucien breaks the rope on the sack. Elain and Cassian take Tamlin into custody, knocking him out, and Elain is ready for Tamlin to be thrown into prison for his behavior.

She opens the bloody sack, and inside finds Azriel. Tamlin was so incensed that the royal priests were angry with Princess Elain that he decided to kill Azriel to “avenge” his cousin!

Elain brings Azriel to the royal palace to be healed by the physicians within. He has broken bones and cuts all over his body, but again he strikes out if someone tries to move the bandages on his face. For his part- Tamlin is locked in his rooms and his carriage is destroyed, he is banned from leaving the palace.

But once again, Azriel slips out and runs away.

A few months later, black clouds swirl over the Royal Palace, and in a massive thunderclap, Elain ascends to the heavens as a newborn Warrior Goddess. Though by the laws of the heavens she cannot enter her kingdom for one thousand generations (to make sure she doesn’t give favors to the families of old friends), her father and his people build 10,000 temples in her name, several with massive statues of pure gold.

Goddess Elain brings Lucien and Cassian to the heavens with her, to help her in her duties as a god. She must intercede when appropriate (if there are demons or ghosts attacking people) and answer prayers. Despite the ban, she likes to sit on the altars of her temples, invisible, and listen to the prayers of her followers.

Elain doesn’t like the wealth and splendor of her temples, she wishes people would not bow, and just wants things to be simpler. 

After a few years as a goddess, while wandering her city, she notices a crummy old shrine tucked into a forgotten alley. It is roughly made, with only a flower and a bun on the offerings table.

She watches this little but clearly loved shrine for a long time, and notices that it is tended by an 11 year old boy. He is homeless, cold, malnourished, and had bandages wrapped around half his face. Rather than eat what food he manages to get, he puts it on the offerings table to Elain, only taking a few rotten fruits or moldy buns for himself.

Elain hates to see this- the boy is so desperately starving and yet he leaves food for a goddess who has no need for it. Bullies come and destroy the boy’s shrine. He is beaten by them, but when it is over he only fixes her shrine back up, and curls in a ball beneath it to sleep.

Elain feels that this boy is more sincere in his devotion than those who leave gaudy offerings at her temples, so she leaves the boy some food, a blanket, a straw mat, and some food. When he wakes he knows it was the goddess who heard his prayers, and he is delighted.

She does not realize that this boy is Azriel.

Elain’s country becomes embroiled in a civil war. Elain breaks the rules of the heavens outright and tries to end it before it begins by helping refugees of a horrible drought. She is kind to one refugee, taking on mortal form and helping him bury his son’s body, which he brought to the capitol to show the king of how severe the people’s suffering is. Her father didn’t care, and would not see the poor man.

Elain’s attempts to stop the refugee situation from becoming a civil war as the capitol refuses to send aid go nowhere, and in the end the war begins. She feels she has no choice but to openly step out as a Goddess of War and take the side of the capitol, where her parents still rule. Her heart aches at fighting the common folk, and she is still trying to end the drought in their homeland, but war is inevitable.

During the war, Elain meets a young soldier of only around 15. He is brave and good with a sword- though she advises a saber would suit him better. Though he is too young to really fight, she keeps him by her side. Together they witness the desperation of the refugees, whose leader- the man who she helped bury his son- summons a horrible demon.

Amarantha- a monster who always wears a mask that is half crying, half laughing.

Amarantha calls forth a plague that rips through the capitol. Elain realizes that the only ones who aren’t becoming infected with this plague are the soldiers and criminals- anyone who has taken a life. She realizes if others figure it out, the whole world will be consumed in blood as everyone tries to kill one another for immunity.

Elain’s favorite soldier is removed from the army by Lucien’s command, outing the boy as too young. Azriel is once again thrown aside- not that Elain realized it was him.

Meanwhile Elain, heartbroken at the suffering of her people, makes the ultimate decision: she saves her parents, but leaves the capitol to die and fall. If the refugees- now rebel army- kill everyone inside the capitol then the disease won’t spread (since soldiers would do the killing), and no one would ever know what the cure was. One city to save the world.

Helion knows the Goddess Elain’s heart was in the right place, but her intercession not only failed to stop the war, she made it worse. He is forced to put a Cursed Collar on her, stripping her of all her powers as a goddess. However, instead of her becoming mortal again, Helion gives her an immortal body.

Elain, after all, was only seventeen when she ascended and now could be counted in her twenties. Young by any standard. She is a good person, so Helion grants her the immortal body believing that some experience in the world will help her learn. With time and dedication, she can ascend once again to be a goddess, and he will remove the Cursed Collar.

Lucien and Cassian descend with her.

But her confidence has been shattered. To keep the royal family hidden, they are forced to perform tricks on the streets for meager coins, do manual labor (including on monuments insulting and demeaning the Goddess Elain), and are constantly on the run from members of the new government’s army who are hunting the King and Queen mercilessly.

Eventually, Lucien tells Elain and Cassian that it is simply too much, he’s sick the struggles, and leaves to take care of his own mother. Cassian and Lucien always hated one another and bickered nonstop, but this is the ultimate betrayal. If Cassian could kill Lucien with his bare hands, he would.

Elain becomes paranoid and terrified that Cassian will leave her too. She has no possessions of worth- they’ve all been pawned- but she has a single golden belt left. The mark of a heavenly official. A reminder of what she was and what she must work towards becoming again. She gives it to Cassian, for its value is very high, as a way to beg him to stay.

Soon after, Elain finds a shady merchant selling lanterns she realizes are lit not by fire, but by little flame spirits- remnants of souls that should have been allowed to rest in peace. These spirits were taken from the battlefields around the royal capitol, her soldiers. Elain manages to use a few meager coins to buy them, and goes about releasing the spirits.

One small flame spirit will not leave. It tells Elain that it cannot move on, because its beloved is suffering and it must watch over them always so they will not be alone. Idealistic and lovely, but Elain is too disheartened to feel anything by cynicism towards such words. 

She leaves the little spirit- Azriel, who had snuck back onto the battlefields after being removed from the army and was cut down.

And then the king falls ill.

Elain is desperate for coin to help make things easier for Cassian (who is earning most of the money now) and to buy medicine for her father. Everything she tries fails, and, utterly at her wits end, she is forced to try her hand at robbing.

Though Elain is too horrified to actually rob a man, she chases after him and runs afoul of several junior heavenly officials who recognize her. She begs them not to tell anyone, and flees. They swear they won’t say a word. 

Elain returns home, and she’s terrified of what she almost did for money. She decides to leave, going to find a mountain with good spiritual energy to meditate and hopefully make progress back towards gaining the merits to become a goddess again.

As soon as she arrives thirty-three heavenly officials come to train on the mountain, as such a thing can even help gods advance among their own ranks. They bully Elain, and eventually mock her for trying to rob the man (those junior gods were assholes and didn’t keep their word). 

What’s worse- Lucien is among them. He didn’t go back to care for his mother, he abandoned Elain to become a god once again, a junior in the service of another (not a path Elain can take since she was once a full goddess). He helps chase Elain away.

That little flame spirit- Azriel- is there to witness the humiliation.

Elain flees in tears, running down the mountain until she collapses, sobbing. When she is left staring at the ground, a hand appears to help her up- Lucien. Elain slaps his hand away and screams at him, and leaves.

When she arrives home, Lucien is there with sacks of food and medicine for the King. He tries to explain that he only left to return to the heavens- betraying one master to go to a new one- because he knew he could use the position to get food and such for Elain, Cassian, and the King and Queen. 

Elain screams at Lucien to go, throwing the sacks of food at him. Cassian takes Elain’s side, and Lucien lets slip that Elain tried to rob for money. He doesn’t know Cassian didn’t know, and Elain is thrown even further into despair.

More time passes, once again the money and food and medicine run out. Elain starts seeing figures around her where there is nothing- the figure of Amarantha all in white with that horrible mask. Her own robes are sometimes replaced with Amarantha’s, and she is slowly driven mad.

At the absolute edge of sanity, Elain feels a summons drawing her into the woods. She follows it, even when ghostly flames try to block her path and stop her from advancing, and ends up in a ruined temple. A ruined temple that was once hers. The divine statue has been destroyed.

Elain sits on the altar and waits, knowing Amarantha will show up to claim her.

Over hours, people trickle into the temple, and lured by a mysterious summons even they don’t consciously remember following. When there are 100 people inside, wild howls come from around them and crazed figures appear, all infected with the plague that destroyed Elain’s kingdom.

They fall back into the temple and Elain seals the door. She is grabbed by Amarantha, bound, and Amarantha holds her up on the altar by her skull. Amarantha tells the people what Elain was so scared of anyone finding out:: that the plague can be cured if the person is a murderer. Amarantha helpfully explains that Elain cannot die, but if they land a blow on her that would be fatal on another, it counts. To demonstrate, Elain is run through.

The pain is horrible, and when the next person picks up the sword and stabs her, she screams. A white flame spirit enters the building, the one who tried to stop Elain from coming in the first place. Amarantha captures it to play with (torment) as the villagers line up.

No matter how much Elain screams, they stab her. Some slash her throat, so that she can no longer make a sound. She is trapped in her body as it is mutilated and wrecked, staring up at that flame spirit and imagining she can hear it screaming at what is being done to her.

People stab her two or three times, just to be sure they landed a would-be-fatal hit and unable to tell what they are stabbing as she ceases to look even human anymore. Just a pile of ruined flesh spilled across her own altar. Even her face is destroyed.

That flame spirit- Azriel- screams out with every stab, until he can’t take it anymore and loses his sanity. He explodes in a wall of flame that turns all the humans inside the temple- and the infected outside- into ash. Above the skies roil, marking the birth of a particularly dangerous spirit.

Elain lays in agony as her body slowly knits back together. She is dazed as she stumbles away from the ruined temple. Traumatized beyond the brink of insanity. What was done to her horrifies her, and she feels only rage and grief. She was a Goddess, and now not only is she living in squalor and humiliation and degradation, she was attacked by humans for no reason other than personal gain. Not an ounce of kindness shown to her as they hacked at her body.

Elain sees Amarantha, who wants to take her as a disciple and raise her to wreak vengeance against the world. Elain flees.

When she gets home, two weeks (or months, the translation is inconsistent) have passed. Cassian has kept the king alive and the queen has been beside herself. She swears she will never chide Elain again, just please don’t leave.

None of them know what happened to her body. None of them can understand. Elain is sick and tired and broken. And she knows the worst will pass sooner or later- Cassian will abandon her just like Lucien did. Leave her in disgust. She can’t bear thinking about his friendship turning to hate, so she attacks him. She rips him apart with the worst words she can muster, until he leaves in disgust.

You can’t fear something that already happened.

Elain locks herself in her rooms and ignores even her mother’s pleading to come out.

When she wakes, she bathes. She has to go and try to find coin again, but cannot find the bandage she uses to cover half her face and hide her identity (since, you know, as a disgraced goddess her face is everywhere). The house is too quiet, and when Elain opens the doors to her parents room, she finds out why:

With the king’s health failing, and the humiliation of being deposed and on the run, living in squalor, he has lost all hope. Her mother won’t be left behind, and she knows her life is a burden on Elain’s as the fallen goddess tries to care for them.

So the king and queen have hung themselves. Elain carefully takes down their bodies and tries to hang too, but of course this immortal body- a gift from Helion himself- cannot die.

The hangman’s noose has absorbed two lives, and was used in incredible grief by a goddess herself. It is imbued with the love Elain’s parents felt for her and their tragic desire to die as a way to help them. The cloth comes to life, sort of like a snake meets a puppy, but when not in use, it wraps around Elain’s wrist as if her arm were injured.

At the king and queen’s deaths, whatever is left of Elain shatters.

She goes to the battlefields outside the dead royal capitol, her home, and wakes the souls of her people. Millions, all killed in battle or in the plague. She screams to them all, demanding to know if they hate. On her face is the white mask of Amarantha- half crying, half smiling.

And thus, the White Clothed Calamity is born. A twin to the White No-Faced demon (Amarantha).

The souls appear as black smoke that floods into Elain’s blade- the one that was used to mutilate her body. All that hatred condensing.

And in front of Elain appears the form of a soldier. Also wearing a mask. A particularly powerful resentful spirit on his way to becoming a demon.

Not that Elain would recognize Azriel even if she could see, so consumed is she by her hatred and wrath.

Elain takes those souls to the new royal capitol to kill the leader of the rebellion- that man whose child she helped bury. The man who rained hell down on all.

But he’s dead. Killed by the plague. She can’t even take her revenge right.

So Elain goes next to the lands ravaged by that drought, the whole reason for the civil war in the first place. The very city she tried to save as a goddess to stop the war from starting. She drops from the sky, impaled by the black sword. She has given herself three days.

Three days for a single soul to show her an ounce of kindness. If none do, she will unleash those souls and the plague will begin again as the hateful spirits infect body after body until the world runs red with blood.

No one helps her. Not until the third day, when a man trips over her body, cusses her out, and then feels bad for losing his temper. Right as the sun sets on the third day, he takes off his bamboo hat and offers it to her, to protect her from the rain.

A single act of kindness.

But it’s too late. The souls trapped in the sword explode into the sky.

Elain tries to tell the gathering crowd to pick up her sword and just stab her. She’s resigned to being hacked to death again and again if it will save even a single person from what she unleashed in her wrath and grief.

But no one is willing to hurt her. Not even to save themselves, and not even when she is begging them to. Unlike the group in the temple, who attacked her for themselves even when she begged them to stop.

So Elain does something painful and horrible- she raises the sword and draws all those hate-filled spirits into herself. It could very well destroy her, and the pain is worse even than being stabbed, but she will do it. If she can even save one person to undo her own mistake, she’ll do it.

But that second soldier appears again, the one who stood across from her on the battlefield.

He takes the souls into himself. Elain absorbs 300. He takes a million. It destroys him utterly- that kind brave man giving his soul, extinguishing himself forever- just to help her right a wrong.

But Azriel didn’t die. He was blown apart by the power, and re-formed bit by bit later on to become a Wrath-level (tier 3) ghost.

Helion descends from the heavens to meet Elain. Yes, she nearly did something unforgivable, but she was willing to destroy herself to right the wrong. For this- and all her suffering- Helion wishes to bring Elain up to the heavens once again as a goddess.

Her wrath extinguished, her spirit broken, Elain refuses his offer. That poor man’s soul was destroyed (seemingly) because of her. Someone suffered for what she did. She wants to atone, and atone for those one million souls she roused rather than helping them lay at rest in peace.

Elain asks Helion to put a new Cursed Shackle on her. This time not one that banishes her spiritual powers. Once upon a time she met a small boy she saved from falling. She was told she had infinite fortune, well above a normal person’s, but that child’s fate was endlessly dark and wretched.

Elain asks for a shackle that destroys her luck. That takes all of her good fortune and shatters it. Fortune is something that ebbs and flows through the world, by removing all of hers, that luck will be redistributed, and could bring good to the lives of others.

But an offer to return to heaven was granted, so Helion and Elain come up with a little show to explain away the new curse shackle without Helion appearing to punish a goddess who has done no wrong:

Elain ascends, as offered, and storms through heaven, hacking at the bodies of gods and challenging Helion himself. It becomes known famously as her Second Ascension, which lasts all of 10 minutes before she is fitted with a new cursed shackle and hurled form the heavens.

Elain’s life will be wretched, luck-less, and full of strife. Nothing she ever tries will go right. it is a life that would shatter the spirit of anyone. But for Elain, every misfortune means someone else has better luck than they should have. Every harm she suffers means someone else is blessed. She is atoning for what she did, and that makes her happy. She still mourns the soul of that boy who was destroyed, still lives in repentance of that, but she is atoning for her crimes.

During this time, that boy- now a Wrath Level Demon- finds he cannot loose. All the good fortune lost by Elain is funneled into him, and it is impossible for him to not get what he wants. He enters the Demonic Kiln and is re-forged as a Supreme (highest level) Demonic King. His weapons are the Silver Wrath Butterflies- a form he grants to those million souls he swallowed to help Elain.

He wears around his finger a red string, one of the ones that had bound him to that ghost lantern as a little flame spirit, a red string of fate that promises he will find his way back to Elain one day.

Azriel walks into the heavens and challenges thirty-five gods-- those who humiliated Elain on the mountaintop plus Cassian and Lucien, her hateful servants who abandoned her.

Cassian and Lucien refuse the challenge, but thirty-three gods take Azriel’s challenge--- 

He kills them all.

Not only does he humiliate them in front of their worshippers, he destroys 10,000 of their temples in a single night. One temple for every one of Elain’s that was destroyed when she fell as a goddess. Without worshippers or temples, the gods fade from existence.

Until, 800 years later, the heavens explode. Godly palaces are destroyed (including those of Cassian and Lucien, who are now full gods), the infrastructure shatters, and when the smoke clears there is Elain. A goddess once again. Except instead of being a goddess of war, she is a goddess of misfortune and junk.

To atone for accidentally ruining so many palaces (though she had no power over the size of the boom when she ascended, it corresponds with power), she goes to the mortal realm to solve a mysterious haunting.

The moment she arrives, she finds a silver butterfly following her and is enchanted by it. The butterfly vanishes, and as soon as she steps into the haunted forest a man in red appears, takes her hand, and gently leads her through a blood-rain, destroys barriers that would have kept her contained, and delivers her safely to the lair of the creature she is hunting.

From then on, Azriel is never far from her side. He has hunted for Elain for 800 years. The beautiful princess he fell in love with as a child, and met time and time again without her realizing it. After their second adventure together, Azriel gives Elain a diamond ring to wear around her neck.

If a ghost’s ashes are destroyed or scattered, they die. Elain doesn’t want this to happen to Azriel, who has made himself an enemy of heaven. Azriel only tells her that his ashes are safe, and if their hiding place is ever destroyed or if they are cast away, he has no will to exist any more anyways.

His ashes are contained within that diamond ring, imbued in the stone itself. 

Elain doesn’t know why the gods hate Azriel so much, he is warm and kind to her (though admittedly cold to others). Azriel accompanies Elain obediently on many adventures, though every mystery they solve they run afoul of one heavenly official after another.

Elain starts to realize there is a rot in the heavens. So many gods with so many horrible secrets. 

Elain and Azriel invade the home of a particularly evil ghost- the Green Demon. Tamlin. After Elain’s fall from grace he went mad, his obsessive feelings towards her turning from admiration to hatred. It was Tamlin who commissioned all those statues of Elain in humiliating and degrading positions. Tamlin is a cannibalistic evil ghost, though lower than Azriel in power.

He quickly takes possession of the body of a man with a small child and refuses to leave, so Azriel cannot even kill him without Elain being angry. 

Realizing something is rotten in the heavens, Elain makes her base a rundown cabin barely standing. She lives there with Tamlin as her prisoner and Azriel as her constant companion. That child becomes a noose around Tamlin’s throat- endlessly obedient and loving towards his “father” (whose body Tamlin cannot leave or else Az will kill him). Bit by bit, Tamlin’s cruelty starts to fade (though he’s never really nice per-se, it’s just that he likes the kid).

On her journey she is joined by Nuala and Cerridwen- two low level gods in the service of Lucien and Cassian, who hate one another as much as their masters do. Their masters also hate Elain with a burning passion, so Nuala and Cerridwen help her in secret.

Out of courtesy, Elain pretends that she doesn’t know Nuala and Cerridwen are only Cassian and Lucien in another form, trying to atone themselves for abandoning her so long ago.

As Elain, Azriel, Cassian, and Lucien go on adventure after adventure the crimes of the heavens are unearthed one after another- from a god who killed humans to hide his own crimes to another who worked black magics to steal the good fortune of a man about to ascend to a god and attached it to his unwitting brother, leaving the man’s family to be raped and murdered while his brother enjoyed the divinity that should never have been his, to another god who tortured a mortal to death just for fun.

They start to realize too that Amarantha- who vanished from the world when Elain refused to release her curse- has been close by all along. 

For the Demonic Kiln that forges Ghost Kings- that imbued Azriel with so much power- was born of a horrific tragedy 2,000 years ago in which Amarantha’s entire kingdom fell around her.

A tragedy which Amarantha turned into an opportunity- she raided the heavens, slaughtered all of her fellow gods and changed her form.

And as new gods rose, she placed herself upon the throne with this new face--

as Helion.

Elain, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien, and all of their new friends must work together to destroy Helion, find the true King of Heaven, and restore balance to the world before Amarantha plunges it all into chaos and destroys everything Elain loves.

The only one powerful enough to stop Amarantha is Elain, but with her luck sealed away and her powers still stifled by the Cursed Collar, it is up to the Demonic Realm to save the Heavens above before the mortal world is destroyed.

Azriel already died for Elain once. To see her smile freely once again, he’d die a million deaths more. No matter the hardships, this boy who has followed his princess for 800 years will follow her to the ends of the earth and beyond.

And their growing love might just be enough to tip the tides of war in their favor. King Azriel will always find a way to his Elain. Not even a two thousand year old Demonic-King of Heaven can stand in their way.

#Anonymous #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #ok so i mainly described the flashback books #but the main books are episodic within the arcs #still extremely extremely good and they build to form a narrative #but you can summarize it as 'gods suck and often do bad things too' #my writing #LATER THIS WEEKEND I WILL DO THE UNTAMED AS TOG CHARACTERS FOR THE OTHER ASK ANON

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Favorite fics of 2012

2012 was when things really started happening in earnest in the fandom. There was a veritable explosion of fic, and many of the absolute classics were posted. I have something like 15 pages of bookmarks from that year, and as such, it was incredibly hard to narrow things down to a manageable number for a rec list. Here are the ones that I felt are the must-reads, that have stuck with me the longest and strongest.

A Cure For Boredom by emmagrant01 (81K, E, Johnlock, John/OCs) They'd never talked about sex in the year they'd known each other. Well, that wasn't quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.

A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom by Polyphony (52K, M, Johnlock) Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.

Across the Sky by Mazarin221b (23K, E, Johnlock) Top Gun AU. After an accident that nearly cost the life of his previous RIO, Lieutenant John Watson (Call sign Doc) has grown reckless and arrogant, but an even better pilot than he was before. A heroic maneuver and complete chance sends him and his new RIO (call sign Copper) to Fallon, Nevada, home of Top Gun.  Problem is, the ghosts of John's past could cost them more than just the Top Gun trophy—it could also cost John a chance at happiness.

An Avalanche Of Detour Signs by gyzym (56K, M, Mollstrade) In which Molly Hooper gets a job, gets a degree, breaks a heart, has her heart broken, falls in love, keeps a secret, saves a life, runs a morgue, falls apart, pulls it together, and finds exactly what she didn't know she was looking for--not necessarily in that order.

Applications and Practices of Basic Arithmetic by 1electricpirate (128K, M, Johnlock) After Reichenbach and in order to 1) Keep Sherlock alive, 2) Keep John alive and 3) Get Sherlock home to England as soon as possible, Mycroft devises a plan that will not only incentivise John's continued sanity and survival but force Sherlock to come running. It is a perfect plan, though perhaps less than ethically sound. He has no doubts that using frozen samples of your younger brother's sperm to create children for his husband to care for falls deeply within the realm of socially unacceptable behaviour, but it is efficient, and that is what matters most.

Ava Watson verse by keeliethompson1 (347K, M, Johnlock) Five year old Ava Watson's life is changed forever when her Daddy's old friend comes calling.

Be Here Now Universe by Todesfuge (181K, M, Johnlock) John Watson was already fighting demons when he and Sherlock met. With Sherlock's suicide, it all comes flooding back, forcing Sherlock to intervene before he's solved the persistent riddles of Jim Moriarty and his game. Together they find that something darker lurks behind Moriarty, forcing Sherlock, John, and Irene Adler into an even deadlier game with a much more dangerous foe.  Begins six months after the events of The Reichenbach Fall.

Burn Down & Reignite by augustbird (20K, E, Johnlock) When love isn't enough.

Castle and Sand by grey853 (158K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock and John both have difficult pasts that affect their evolving relationship. When John prevents a mugging, it sets off a dangerous chain of events that not only impacts him, but his whole family. In the end there's a wedding and a honeymoon, but will there really be a happy ending?

Cinnamon series by lbmisscharlie (150K, E, Johnlock) When Sherlock invites John to live with him, he fails to mention that he's a single father to a four-year-old girl.

Collared by VelvetMace (83K, E, Johnlock, John/Sarah) In a world where the British Empire is still strong and slavery is her economic backbone, John has become a terrorist for the abolitionist movement. He is caught by Mycroft, enslaved, and given to Sherlock for training. The goal: To test a new kind of slave collar with the power to break even the strongest willed fighter. One that will make even John learn to love being a slave.

Common Grounds by couchbarnacle (66K, M, Johnlock) John Watson is working at Holmes Manor for the summer and is caught up in the whirlwind that is Sherlock Holmes. Teen AU.

Electric Pink Hand Grenade by BeautifulFiction (67K, E, Johnlock) "If Sherlock's brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electro-magnetic pulse." Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine. It falls to John to witness one of the greatest minds he has ever known tear itself apart, and he must do his best to help Sherlock pick up the pieces.

End of the Story by kres (53K, E, Johnlock) Post-Reichenbach. The return, the fallout, the pieces you pick up.

Equilibrium by augustbird (12K, M, Johnlock) At Baskerville, John is infected by a virus that turns him into a genius. But when the infection progresses into neurodegeneration, it's a race against time to save himself. Flowers for Algernon fusion.

Given In Evidence by verityburns (97K, M, Johnlock) Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

Hearts At Home series by yalublyutebya (74K, M, Johnlock, Viclock) A series of stories chronicling the intertwined lives of Father John Watson and Sherlock Holmes.

Just a Kiss by emmagrant01 (19K, E, Johnlock) Five times John and Sherlock kissed because of a case and one time they kissed for real.

Limping Forward series by bendingsignpost (58K, E, Johnlock) As the newest instructor at St. Bart's, John has been explicitly warned to never do Sherlock Holmes any favours. Too bad the sex is so good.

More Things Than Are Dreamt Of series by 1electricpirate (37K, E, Johnlock) In which John is (reluctantly) a wizard, Mycroft is (apparently) omniscient, and Sherlock is (surprisingly) oblivious.

Murderous Imprint by MojoFlower (52K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock should be focusing on the series of brutal vivisections Lestrade has brought to him. Instead he's distracted by a most amazing and unexpected experimental opportunity from the basement apartment of 221C. Will he figure out the one in time to stop the other? And does he need help in order to do it?

Renegades by augustbird (39K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock Holmes takes down Moriarty’s syndicate.  He also takes John Watson with him.

School For Scandal (orphaned) (222K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock lusts from afar. John tries to fool himself. (Boarding school AU)

Spectrum series by thisprettywren (95K, E, Johnlock) In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

Stranger at the Gate by bendingsignpost (85K, E, Johnlock) As far as initiation rites go, kidnapping a human doctor from a defended town ought to seem extreme. When James Moriarty offers him the challenge, Sherlock never considers saying no. (Fantasy vampire AU)

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (95K, E, Johnlock) Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes.

Our Brave Boys by unknownsister (29K, E, Johnlock) John worked himself to the bone to get into military school. He meets Sherlock Holmes, who doesn't want to be there at all. Sherlock simultaneously insults him and turns his curiosity up to eleven, in mind and body. As if John doesn't have enough to deal with.

Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (32K, M, Johnlock) The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s 'Heart of Darkness', and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.”  The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts' now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.

Tennis series by Jupiter_Ash (216K, E, Johnlock) John and Sherlock are professional tennis players and it’s Wimbledon. One is a broken almost was at the end of his career, the other an arrogant rising star tipped for greatness. It should have been a straightforward tournament. It really should have been. How were they to know that a chance encounter would change everything?

The Bone Fiddle by htebazytook, Vulgarweed (61K, E, Johnlock) Appalachian AU! In November 1973, Vietnam vet John Watson returns to his family's old home in Arthel County, West Virginia, deep in coal country. His low expectations include recuperation and boredom. Instead he finds a ruined landscape, a series of grisly murders, and one of the world's weirdest neighbors.

The Brave and The Cunning series by thequeergiraffe (95K, E, Johnlock, Adlock, Sarah/John, Sheriarty) This series will have one fic per Sherlock episode, with series one being set in John's 6th year (and Sherlock's 5th) and series two being set in John's 7th and final year at Hogwarts. Fics will have similar (but nowhere near identical) plots to the actual BBC Sherlock episodes, with most locations being replaced with HP-universe settings. This series is set well after the Second Wizarding War and involves next to none of the HP characters, instead using Sherlock characters and the occasional minor OC.

The Fabric of Life (orphaned) (156K, E, Johnlock) The fabric of life rearranges itself around the re-emergence of Sherlock.

The Good Morrow series by greywash (216K, E, Johnlock) My post-S2 series where everyone has a lot of feels about everything and plausibility is stretched unto breaking. Also: fucking.

The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by XistentialAngst (58K, E, Johnlock; John/OCs, Sherlock/OCs) John Watson thinks Sherlock Holmes should admit that he, Watson, is more of an expert on sex than Sherlock is.  But Sherlock refuses to concede the point.  He comes up with an experiment plan that will resolve the issue.  The results will determine who wins the prize.  But sometimes even the best thought-out scientific study has unexpected consequences.

The Green Blade by verityburns (72K, T, Gen) As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

The Iceman Cometh by Polyphony (60K, M, Johnlock, Viclock) An intriguing puzzle tempts Sherlock to accept Victor Trevor's invitation to the French Riviera, but all is not what it seems. Frustrated by the case and increasingly concerned about an absent John, Sherlock uncovers far more than he was meant to and is forced to become a fugitive, pursued by those on both sides of the law, as he fights for his freedom and the lives of all those around him.

The Making Of by emmagrant01 (58K, E, Johnlockstrade) In the aftermath of Sherlock's death, John Watson and Greg Lestrade take comfort in each other.  But of course, Sherlock isn't really dead, so this is all about to get complicated.

The Paradox Series by wordstrings (98K, E, Johnlock) In which what's in Sherlock's head is never going to get any better, and John is nearly thrown out of his flat.

The Prize by Trillsabells (101K, E, Johnlock) On 29 January 2010 an unknown Event wiped out 98% of the population. This is the story of the survivors, four months on.

The Quiet Man by ivyblossom (157K, E, Johnlock, Warstan) "Do you just carry on talking when I'm away?"

The Sustain Stories by maybe_amanda (151K, M, Sherlolly, John/Sarah) "So now you're behaving like a six year old 'cause he didn't take you along on his honeymoon?"  Lestrade said.  "Grow the hell up."

Through the Looking Glass by obsidienne (106K, M, Johnlock) When you chase criminals over rooftops, death is always a possibility. We woke up in 1889 instead. Which is not a place two men in a relationship want to be.

To Light Another's Path by BeautifulFiction (128K, E, Johnlock) Teaching John to observe seems to be a losing battle, but when Sherlock falls ill and submits himself to John's care, will he realise that there is more to life than the science of deduction? Meanwhile, there is a murder to solve, and John must try and convince Sherlock not to sacrifice his own health for the sake of the case.

Watches 'Verse by bendingsignpost (66K, E, Johnlock) First, he is shot in Afghanistan. Second, he wakes to a phone call in Chelmsford, Essex. Third is pain, fourth is normalcy, fifth is agony and sixth is confusion. By the eighth, he's lost track.

#rec list #best #post-reichenbach

[canimal]

I think people don't like Ron because of the movies ans because he left Harry and Hermione in the Book 7. Though, in his place, I wouldn't even go with Harry and Hermione to find the horcruxes. I would run away from the country OMG. Ron is a common character, most people act like Ron, that's why he is so hated.

Yup. He was a CHILD! The fact that these literal children were forced to fight a war that some asshole adults started is just disgusting to me. I don’t blame him for leaving them. It would be so tempting and most of us would.

The thing that most people ignore is HE CAME BACK. That’s some serious courage there. He KNEW how awful and dangerous it was out there and he still chose to go back to help. I’m not sure I’d be brave enough to do that. Like you said, I’d probably run from the country too.

Ron is the character I most identify with. It makes me sad that he’s one of the few characters in this fandom that for some reason is never allowed to change. Nope. He can’t grow up and mature. He can’t become a better person. He always has to be as nasty as he was when he was an immature teenage boy with wounded pride. I’ve been guilty of not being kind to him before in some of my stories but that’s not something I plan on doing ever again. It’s lazy, immature writing in my humblest of opinions.

And yeah, the movies are garbage. (Maybe that’s not exactly what you said but I am. 🤣) They absolutely RUINED so many of the characters - Hermione and Ron especially. I also hate how they portray Ginny. The girl had some badass moments in the books but they made her such a boring, one-dimensional character in the movies. I can totally get why so many people who have only watched the movies don’t get Harry and Ginny together. She was a better character in the books. (The whole Harry only liked her because he looked like his mother was also incredibly unfair. Umm, they just both had red hair? So because a man’s mother has blonde hair he can’t fall in love with a blonde? 🙄 If the movies actually showed more of Ginny’s personality, I don’t think there would be as many arguments made that he only liked her because she resembled his mother.) Harry and Ginny isn’t my favorite (Harry + Luna forever!!!!!) pairing but I could see it happening. It’s certainly not unrealistic for him, who has never had a family he can remember at least, to fall in love with the only girl in the family he loves so much just so he can be a part of it. Sometimes we fall more in love with families than the people we actually marry. (Ask me how I know. 😕)

Sorry. Didn’t mean to ramble and rant. 🤣

[goldinavonlea]

What if Ant Jo offers to pay for Gilbert's schooling after he turns down the chance of going to Paris via marriage to Winnie?

Honestly? I think for Gilbert the whole Sorbonne dream is to his career what Winifred is to his heart.

The way I’m seeing all of this panning out, we have an eighteen year old who lost his father (and the entire rest of his family—we know he said they were a large family once which he is now the last of, and we’ve no idea how biologically or emotionally close to that family he was—we just know they’re all gone), then managed to find a new family he loved desperately only for that new family to be ripped open once again. Following that loss he decides he doesn’t want to be a Simple Country Doctor because he’s come to see it as helplessly standing by—having to watch yet more people die while he’s unable to do anything to stop it. He also becomes increasingly involved with Winifred, which has only stepped up since he’s met her parents and been provided with a possible path to the Sorbonne.

I think Winifred and the whole idealised future working in medical research in Paris are very much intertwined, and very much coming from the same root place, which is a blinding terror of getting his heart crushed again. He’s clinging onto the options which seem safer and easier, but they feel safer and easier because he wants them less and therefore there isn’t the same crushing fear of potentially losing them. He clearly likes Winifred but he doesn’t love her, and if there’s no love then there’s no potential for a tragical romance: if it all goes wrong it’s not going to destroy him. And if he goes into medical research—if he commits to a life of academic work instead of direct medical practice—he can help without having to bear the pain of watching his patients die. If the people around him that he loves keep dying then subliminally if he moves half way around the world they’re safe, right?

I think since John’s death he’s been scrabbling a bit, and having to experience another loss just when it all seemed to be coming back together has basically left him a raw nerve, and the choices he’s making at the moment are motivated by fear rather than passion. There’s that whole thing I read somewhere probably on here, talking about how people’s greatest strengths and weaknesses tend to be opposing sides of the same coin, and Gilbert’s greatest strength is that he truly, deeply cares about people—especially those who are marginalised or othered. That’s an incredibly powerful thing, but the flip side of it is that it makes you incredibly vulnerable to things like loss and rejection: if you take people right into your heart that means if anything happens, it hits you right in the centre and hurts like hell. Another one of Gilbert’s great strengths is that he seems to find it very easy to get along with people, people like him, feel easy with him, to my mind because he’s (generally, we’ll come back to this point) very perceptive in his interactions with people—he can read them easily, which means it’s easy for him to be what people want from him. The flip side of that, of course, is that it’s great for everyone else but not great for him: if you’re used to being what everyone around you wants you to be, it becomes very tricky to know exactly what you want for and from yourself.

So all this together, Gilbert has two paths: one is prestigious, low risk, with little potential to cause him great pain, but it comes at the price of cutting himself off from what fundamentally makes him special—his deep care for people, his ability and willingness to challenge the status quo in terms of who is perceived as being valuable in the world, the fact that he consistently shows that he’s happier and more at ease around people who are, in whatever way, Different. The second path is emotionally risky and challenging, but with the potential for much greater fulfilment, and surrounded by people he loves deeply but is scared to death of losing. The first path is the flat road; the second is the roller coaster, paying for the highs with the lows.

Now obviously this is my personal reading, my take, and this show loves to prove me wrong, but I just can’t imagine, in the end, Gilbert being able to walk away from his family, his people, when having that sense of family and community has always seemed to me to be his primary motivation. He ran from Avonlea as soon as he could after his father’s death I think more than anything because he just couldn’t bear to be alone—as evidenced by the fact that he was only willing to return after a) Bash agreed to come with him and b) he received in Anne’s letter evidence that there was at least one person in Avonlea who cared about him. And on the topic of Anne, coming back to what I said I’d come back to before: Anne is just about the absolute embodiment of the second path. As I said he seems generally to find it easy to get on with everyone else, can always say and do the Right Thing to keep things peaceful, but that falls apart with Anne all the time. I know a lot of us have stressed about the amount they’ve seemed to fall out, but I think part of that comes from the fact that she seems to render him incapable of being Whoever Is Convenient To The Situation and forces him to just be Gilbert (the same I think is true of Bash, who we also saw him have a falling out with last season—yes the issue there came from Gilbert getting tunnel visioned onto his own path and not thinking through what that meant for Bash, but the very fact that he was solid enough to be selfish with Bash eventually forced the resolution of the issue in a way that made Gilbert actually figure out what he really wanted, which again was to be with his family). The issue with Anne for him though is in that very fact: he can’t just make himself be whatever he figures she wants, and he has no reason to believe what she wants is him. That’s another potential pitfall of caring deeply about other people: he admires and respects Anne precisely for her worldview, the way she sees things and people, and if he really opens up and puts it all on the table for her and that worldview he so admires finds him unworthy, then that’s completely soul-destroying. If it could work with her then it would be his absolute dream come true, but if it doesn’t—if it went wrong in any of the myriad ways it could, if she turned him down or if she didn’t and then he lost her, it’d utterly ruin him. I think she scares the living shit out of him, and honestly I think he scares the living shit out of her too, she just has less of an instinct for self-preservation but anyway that’s another whole conversation.

I know I’ve wandered about a million miles from your question but anyway. ANYWAY. What I’m saying is that as lovely in theory as Aunt Jo sweeping in to save the day once again might be, I really don’t think Paris and the Sorbonne is actually what Gilbert wants or needs. I think he wants and needs to have the direct interaction of working directly with patients, and the emotional support of people he loves deeply around him in order to cope with the pains of that direct involvement (though I’m not saying he shouldn’t enter into any academia at all by any stretch, I think there’s a lot that he could gain from areas of that under the right circumstances, not to mention if you think I’m hopeless for the idea of the Doctors Blythe, Anne and Gilbert academic power couple of the university of toronto, you would be absolutely right). I think what he needs to realise is that no branch of medicine makes you a wizard, and that what really matters—the part in which he could truly shine and excell, is giving a shit. Is, as Anne said, caring deeply. That is what would make him a fantastic doctor. And that’s the other thing about Anne: she’s recklessness where he’s caution, and in both cases to a degree that they sometimes do themselves damage with it. But Gilbert makes Anne more considered, and Anne makes Gilbert brave. When they’re on the same page they’re absolute gold dust, and the potential they both bring out in each other is fantastic: he just needs to get past the fear that’s currently motivating him and let himself take a chance on the terrifying vulnerability of hope.

So. Hope that answers your question :p

#anne with an e #awae spoilers #awae s3 spoilers #spoilers #awae #gilbert blythe #the sorbonne #anne shirley cuthbert #shirbert #winifred rose #awae meta

[headoverjojo]

Hi there honey! Can I ask for BucciG with Mexican S/o that cooks mexican food for them? We LOVE spicy things, do italians like spicy? of course not EVERYTHING is spicy, we have a lot in the menu but is part of us like tomato to the pizza XD. For example eating a taco without salsa is a CRIME XD So, Who Stando spicy the most and who just downright gets red and needs water asap? Bonus: We like spicy so much is normal munching jalapeño like it's candy XD I bet Mista would be: Da fuk??? 🤣

AND HERE I FINALLY AAAAAAAM, yeeeesss, last request!! Uhm, it really depends! In some areas there are a lot of spicy dishes, while somewhere else hot pepper is not used! Soooo, here we go: the boys vs HOT PEPPERS! I hope you’ll like it :3

Bruno’s gang with a Mexican s/o who makes them taste real Mexican food

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno is not a closed-minded man; in fact, he likes to try new things, as new dishes! He also loves his s/o’s traditions and often asks them the meaning of this and that, always yearning to learn more about their native country. So, when they proposes to have a typical Mexican lunch, he’s enthusiast! He also helps them to cook, as he, all in all, likes to cook -especially fish dishes-, to see how those delicious dishes are prepared!

Brunos is pretty neutral towards spicy flavours. He doesn’t seek it out, but he’s also not revulsed by it; he’d give it a try! Something may be too spicy for him, but, in general, he holds his ground. Plus, the dishes are so tasty that a little too much spicy is worth it! He loves the care and the sincere passion they put in the preparation of their country’s food; it speaks of love for their country and he admires it! It makes everything even more delicious…

Bruno is a man who, despite everything, knows his limits. And he knows that eating jalapeño is way over his limits. He politely declines the offer, but nonetheless he watches in awe as they pop jalapeño over jalapeño in their mouth as it’s nothing more than a candy; how can they do that?! How can they not explode or melt?! He’s sincerely in awe; he has never seen something like this in all his life!

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio may seem a sort of “Ghiaccio-like” man, anchored to his own tradition, but truth is, it’s not so. Yes, he’s annoyed when someone defines “Italian” something that it’s clearly not Italian, but he actually appreciates other cultures and traditions. So, he’s open to his s/o’s culture, to their traditions, to their cuisine! So, when they propose to try some Mexican dishes, even if he grumbles, he’s actually glad to do it. He just loves to grumble!

Abbacchio’s not a fan of spicy. He can tolerate it, but, if it’s too much, his eyes start to water and he hates it, as it ruins his make-up. He can’t allow his flawless make-up to end up ruined! However, he’d gladly taste something mildly-spiced, especially if it’s meat based. He likes how his s/o cooks the meat, how the spices and the sauces make the meat tender, juicy and tasty… it’s like nothing he has ever tasted before!

And so, he’d never, never try to eat a raw jalapeño as his s/o does. He’d watch in awe and horror as they, purposely slowly, eat the hot pepper without batting an eyelash, and then another, and another one. How can they?! It’s not human, it’s beyond human abilities!! He also pushes them away, complaining, when they try to kiss him with their lips all stained in jalapeño’s taste, making them laugh until they’re crying. The hot pepper can’t make them cry, but, oh, their Leone’s complains yes!

Guido Mista

Mista, even if he loves with all his heart his cultural heritage and holds it high, doesn’t despise other cultures and traditions. Every culture has something unique and he loves to find out more about it! And, also, he’s firmly convinced that a culture can be really known through food. Ancient traditions, stories, legends… food contains this all.  So he’s always ready to taste new food, and he doesn’t shy away when his s/o proposes him a typical Mexican meal!

Mista can handle pretty well spicy foods. He doesn’t crave them, but he also doesn’t shy away when they’re offered to him! He’d try at least a bite of everything his s/o, with his help, had prepared, even if it’s so spicy to make him sneeze! He loves how juicy and tasty everything is, how smooth and soft some sauces are, how everything mixed heavenly… he finds himself to be a big fan of Mexican cuisine!

And yes, Mista is in totally awe when he sees his s/o picking hot peppers and popping them in their mouth as they’re candies! But, despite knowing how spicy jalapeño is, he’d like to try to eat one! He asks them what it’s the best way to eat it -munching really fast and gulping it down, as a vodka shot, or going on slower?- and, after it, and after they brought him a good glass of milk to soothe the pain after the trial, he proceeds, trying to eat it as they did. It’s too spicy for him, to the point that he has to gulp down in 0.1 seconds the whole glass of milk, but it was worth a try!

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia is pretty chill about other cultures. Yes, there are things he’d never eat, but not due to a “hate” toward the different culture, but because he really doesn’t like some ingredients in the dish! So, if those ingredients are not present, he’s more than happy to taste new things -even if pizza, for him, is still the best-! And so, when his s/o proposes a “Mexican night”, to make him have a taste of real Mexican cuisine, he’s absolutely ready to try it!

Even he doesn’t eat spicy so often, he has a pretty good tolerance to it. Yes, it’s better he doesn’t eat tons of it, not to end up dying with cramps! But, at little doses, he enjoys it a lot.  And he also enjoys a lot the dishes his s/o has prepared! They’re spicy, yes, but also fresh and so tasty! He goes crazy for tasty dishes, it’s the only way to make this small pile of bones eat a complete meal! And Mexican cuisine is tasty enough to conquer his heart!

He feels shivers running down his spine, when he sees with how much easiness his s/o eats hot peppers. How could they?! Doesn’t their tongue end up burnt? How could they resist it?! He’s absolutely fascinated. And, as the reckless boy he is, he wants to try! He’s absolutely not ready to face the real hotness of the jalapeño, but he approaches the challenge with confidence and a brave heart; he ends up wheezing and tearing up, gulping down milk and pieces of bread to soothe the pain. At least he can say he has tried and he’s pretty proud of it!

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo loves knowledge. He loves to know more, always more, and not just about maths, law or what concerns Italy, but also, and especially, regarding other countries! He finds interesting to see how are other cultures, to compare them to his one, to see in what they’re similar and in what they’re different, to learn new way of thinking! And, as the true scholar he is, he’s ready to try also different way to know the other culture! As a good Mexican meal…

Fugo’s not a fan of spicy. He prefers sweetness over salt and spices, but this doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate a good dish when he has it in front of him! He’s amazed by the unusual combinations of ingredients and flavours and, even if in the beginning they may results too weird for his tastes, but it’s a matter of habit! Soon he gets accustomed to the particular flavours and he comes to love them! They remind him of his s/o…

He absolutely refuses to eat the jalapeño. He can’t, he’s not able to bear the spiciness of it!! He makes it clear: he knows his limits and eating a jalapeño as it was a candy is way beyond it! So, he just watches his s/o munching a hot pepper after another, calm and relaxed as they’re eating chips and not damn jalapeño. How the hell could they do something like this… he’s at the same time horrified and fascinated! He’d stay to watch them gulp down hot peppers all the day, while asking them how they’re feeling, if it’s starting to burn… it’s too interesting!!

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno, being himself from another culture, knows how fascinating is to get to know more cultures. And how difficult, sometimes, it’s to make a good mix of more cultures! He had to do so when he came in Italy; a little Japanese child who had to adapt to a completely new culture, language, way to live. But, in the end, this made him stronger, as it opened his mind and allowed him not to just close himself in one culture! So, he’s totally ready to get to know his s/o’s culture and, especially, as they proposed it, their cuisine!

Giorno doesn’t shy away from spicy food, even if he doesn’t bear it really well; he tries, in any case! However, even if he’s not the biggest fan around of hot peppers, he loves the great variety of dishes and their stories, the traditions and legends tied to them… it makes the food even more interesting! It’s like diving down into the millenary history of Mexico…

Giorno is not easily impressed, but, when he sees his s/o eating a jalapeño like it’s nothing, he’s really, really impressed. He has never seen something like this!! Is it a sort of trick? How can they? When they explain him that it’s common, in Mexico, to eat hot peppers like this, he’s totally baffled. No, it can be… they can’t eat something so spicy like it’s chips!! He decides to try, hoping not to be wrong about their spiciness; he’s wrong. The jalapeño is so spicy that it makes him tear up, his tongue is burning, as his lips! They can’t help but chuckle a little, watching him gulping down a glass of milk: the mighty Don Giovanna beat by a hot pepper!

BONUS: Trish Una

Trish, as the others, is open to get to know other cultures. He finds stupid to close just into one culture and to refuse to receive any influence from others; in this way, someone’s fated to fall! Instead, from knowing and experiencing more and more, a person is allowed to grow, to become a better person! And, since his s/o is Mexican, she’s particularly prone to get to know more about Mexican culture, to get to know better them too!

Even if it may not seem so, just by watching her, Trish is used to spicy food. She’s from Calabria, a region famous for its hot pepper and spicy food, in particular nduja; so, Trish is not scared to eat even the spiciest food her s/o may offer her! It reminds her of her home… and, also, the pleasant contrast with more fresh dishes is something that enthuse her!

As said, Trish is Calabrese and she’s not scared by spicy flavours. She may never have eaten a raw hot pepper, but, oh god, she’d die before she turns down a spicy challenge. Determined and methodic, she gulps down jalapeño over jalapeño, matching her s/o’s rhythm, to their utter surprise. Wow… she’s incredible!! And, when they’re done, not only she’s fine, considering how many hot peppers she has just eaten, but she has found out she likes it even too much! Soon enough it becomes her favourite snack!

#jjba #vento aureo #bruno's gang #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #guido mista #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #trish una #neutral s/o #mexican s/o #the gang tries mexican food #headcanons #sfw #myargentavislove11

[ethereallchan]

Cloudburst - Chan

Genre: fluff, angst

Word count: 4.4k

Warning: none! unless you have a problem with rain, that is.

Chan has never been the one that took a liking on the rainy weather, but somehow he found a new reason to hate it even more now.

Chan never liked rain.

He thought that it was annoying, how their sounds hit the window's glass of his room and left him awake in the night where sleep already becoming a rare occasion.

The thunder and lightning didn't scare him, obviously. But one couldn't resist to get shocked whenever the deafening sound of electricity that seems like it ripped the dark sky came out of nowhere even when the spark of light before it already warned him. It still caught him off guard, and he hated the feeling.

Also let's not talk at how the rain almost ruined his precious laptop that contained the songs that he has been diligently working on when he decided to grab a quick drink near the dorm. He brought it just in case the sound of people bustling around the cafe could be his next base or effect in his next song (it didn't, the cafe was empty when he walked in) but ended up regretting his choice when the grey, ugly clouds accumulated above him as he wait for his drink, moreover hating his decision when the droplets of water trickled down the glass of the cafe's entrance.

That day, he ran back to the dorm with laptop inside his grey hoodie and a banana milkshake on his hand, which proved to be a hindrance as the rain slowly poured down at him. The sweet drink was filled with rain and he was forced to throw it away (into the garbage bin, obviously he's very aware of the environment condition within the earth) before he could even taste it.

Chan's hoodie wasn't as soaked as he thought it would be, but still his heart rate wasn't calming down until he checked that his laptop along with his music was fine. Since then, he despised the weather. Not to the point of hating it, but still a frown would be created when he saw the signs of rain.

These series of experiences, however, changed his whole perspective towards it.

The very first time Chan met you was when it was raining lightly. He was stuck on the bus stop, waiting for the next bus to arrive since he was too busy on working on his newest track that he forgot about going home. It was a brief ten minutes of him standing alone before the rain started to fall. 

Within the very first drop of water that hit the pavement beside him, he cursed. The boy was lucky the bus stop had a roof so he could protect himself from getting soaked before entering the dorm.

He was too caught up on his own world of despising the weather that he didn't acknowledge you running to the bus stop to shelter yourself from the weather. It was then until he realized that you struggle on reading the words on the bus schedule aloud to yourself that he spoke, "do you need help?" in Korean.

You turned at him, eyes blown wide as you didn't understand anything that this mysterious boy has spoken at you. The expression of horror on your face brought Chan upon the realization that you didn't understand Korean, but before he could repeat his question in English, your voice came out in a staggered, but still coherent "No. Um. Speak Korean" in a broken Korean.

He was smiling by the time you continue, "Next bus. When?" With English mixed in the simple sentence and hand gestures.

'cute', he thought to himself.

"In fifteen minutes" Chan replied in English, his smile hasn't worn off his face. "Where are you going?"

You breathed out a sigh of relief when you heard his accent, indicating that he was able to speak in a language that you would understand. "Oh my God, I thought that the last bus has already passed. I came from there" you pointed out on the only bus stop other than this one in the area, and a quite far one.  "And my translation app told me that the last bus has passed already so I ran here and apparently it started to rain as well" a frown was formed on your face but Chan thought that it fits you. He would want to see it more often.

"I'm glad that you're here, though. My phone was dead so I couldn't use it to translate" you smiled at him, "thank you very much"

Scratch that, Chan wanted to see your smile a lot more often.

"No problem," he shrugged, trying hard to hide the fact that his heart was rapidly beating against his chest, "but really, where are you going though?"

A blush crept up at your cheeks when you realized that you hasn't answered his question. Sheepishly, you explained that you were there for a trip with your family, but decided to explore the city on your own when it's nighttime. Your naive mind thought that you would survive with only a handful of cash and a translation app until you realized that your money wasn't enough to get you a cab and your phone battery gave out on you. 

The hotel that you were staying was where you would wanted to go, with the bus luckily would pass it. However it was proven to be difficult as you couldn't understand the language.

You rambled on with your frustration on your Korean skills, at how you could read the words but not understanding what you were reading. Chan couldn't contain his smile (he honestly felt like a creep for smiling too much at whatever words that you were saying) but he couldn't help it. At that time, the only thing that he wanted to hear was your voice. There was also the urge within him that wanted to pinch your cheek and gushed at how you were so cute at that moment, but he was able to contain himself.

The conversation flowed through with mostly him asking you about your trip in Seoul and how you were enjoying it, and him telling you more places to visit once he heard you talk about your mainstream destination. The bus rolled in when you asked him the best place to eat, in which he replied to his secret places.

Inside the bus was empty, as you would expect in the last buses. Both of you sat down side by side, with yours on the window's. Before you could even ask about more recommendations of places, the night view of Seoul got you speechless. Your mouth was agape as you silently adore the city lit up at night and how it was still alive in the far hours of night. You fished your bag for your Polaroid camera before realizing that you only have one stock of photo left.

Chan obviously noticed this, as he noticed everything from your widening eyes as soon as you saw the view from the windows, to your frown again once the dilemma of taking the last photo hits you. "Want me to take a picture of you?" He asked, "I'm not good at selfies but my shots of others are quite decent."

You laughed at his statement before giving him your camera. "Okay, I trust you, then." A smile tugged its way to your lips and he found it hard to not reciprocate it.

"I won't make you regret it." Somehow, deep within his heart he believed that he would've said the same thing if you actually trust him with your heart and not only your camera.

And your choice of believing him was proven to be a great choice when he took a picture of you right after calling you with a 'hey'. The shutter button was pressed when your eyes were wide out of shock of him calling you, and since the glass were behind you, the flash were reflected through it, making the night view wasn't visible at all.

Despite all that, you still thanked him when the photo came out. How it would be a memory of a night of Seoul etched on the back of your mind, inside the bus with the boy you didn't even know his name. Chan obviously felt bad, but you assured him that the moments leading up to this photo to be produced was a lot more better than the photo itself, and that you appreciated it much more. Like a token of this time, the memory that only the both of you would know and understand.

Soon the speaker inside the bus mentioned the name of the bus stop that was supposed to be your stop. Both of your smile faltered as you clearly enjoyed each other company, but it would be hard for him to exchange contacts knowing the fact that it would mess his training time, and you weren't sure that telling a stranger in another country your personal info would be a good idea despite his nice actions.

So none of you actually said anything about it. An acknowledgement of your situations were formed as a small silence before you thanked him for everything that he has done. The boy obviously shrugged it off, saying that it's nothing but both of you knew that this act of kindness was not something to be deemed as nothing. You could've walked by yourself to your hotel again, which wasn't a wise choice considering the time of the night.

He stood up to make a way for you to the door before you stop him, "at least, could you tell me your name?"

Chan knew that telling his name wouldn't be such a big deal since you didn't know that he was a trainee and it was not like his name was his most private information. However, the words that came out next shocked both himself and you as he said, "Let's put it to fate to find that out. If we meet again, let's tell each other our names."

It was shocking to hear, as you were not an avid believer of such things as fate and its red strings. However you found yourself smirking at him, "Okay, I'll believe in fate this time." And you did. There was a sliver of hope within your heart that believed that it would happen. That the both of you would meet again within your limited span of time that you would spend in this city. You actually wished that you would be given a chance to meet this mysterious boy that took the last Polaroid picture of the night.

And he believed it, too. As you found your way to the bus stop and turned around to wave at him, his realization of saying something so stupid that could cost him the huge disappointment of his young adult life hit him hard. Putting something as simple as names to the hand of something so unpredictable as fate was a risky decision that he didn't even know he would be brave enough to take.

Either he was brave or stupid, he didn't know. But what he did know was that he got down from the bus, and he didn't find himself hating the rain that started to soak by his sweater.

Instead, he looked up to the sky, squinting his eyes as he wouldn't want his eyes to be pierced by the rain. A grin on his face.

"Heh, you're not so bad." He said, before walking back to his dorm with the grin remained.

---

Chan would be lying if he said that he tried to went home at the same hour every night since the first encounter with you. In the next few nights, despite his usual tendency to went home very late at night to the point where he would walk to the dorm instead of taking the bus because the last bus already passed, he found himself checking the hour repeatedly in order to not miss the last one.

Maybe fate would be kind enough and let him meet the you again, he thought to himself. Maybe he would be able to finally say his name and finally finding out yours. The trainee sometimes would try and guess out your name whenever a girl's name was mentioned. Whether it was right or wrong, he did not care. It wasn't until Changbin pointed out that Chan's wasn't like himself that he didn't realize just how much you were clouding his mind.

It happened when the younger boy came to the practice room in order to deliver his rap part and a new beat when both of them realized that Chan hasn't been working on his part yet. Which was very odd in his part, when usually the thing that would happen is him asking them about their work.

"Are you okay?" The leader of the trio could hear concern evident on the voice of his junior, and he felt guilty for it. "Was something on your mind?"

He couldn't say that the reason was you, obviously. It would mean that he was slacking off to the point of him not doing his best when it was crucial that he should be working hard in order to be able to debut. He was always the one that told others that they need to focus, that they couldn't let anything stray them away from their ultimate goal as it would only going to be achieved when they put all their mind and soul into it. Chan had absentmindedly broke all of the rules with the mere meeting with you. And that was just once. He realized how bad his situation was if it continued, and how your influence could be an impact huge enough to fail his (and his juniors) goal.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, "Sorry, I'll finish the track by tonight."

A determination was set and that was to keep him in his track, to stay in his lane and not let anything else distract him, even if it means staying away from you. After all, it was not like he was going to sacrifice his entire trainee life for one girl he might not even meet again.

Changbin and Jisung got treated by Chan that night, much to the youngest surprise. When being asked about the motive to do it, the leader just shrugged it off and convinced them that he just felt like it. There was  a slight pang on his heart when he saw the two discussing about their music while munching away the chicken he has bought. He felt sorry for them, and he promised himself to work even harder. That night, he walked by himself to the dorm after finishing the track and started a new one.

And the night afterwards. Never did he wait for the last bus again.

But fate always had its own plan. On ways that a mere human being couldn't wrap it's own head around it. Fate that brought you to him, and was apparently also a fate kind enough to let you two meet again before you left the city.

It was the chilly night of Wednesday when almost all trainees of jyp went home early because they were given a day off the next day because of a national holiday. Of course, Chan was the last one to go (after the teacher scold him for staying too long when he's supposed to use the time to rest) it was on time for him to take the 2nd to last bus when he remembered that it was your last night in Seoul.

A conflict inside his mind was formed. Whether he left and basically gave up on the idea of meeting you for the last time, or at the very least, waited for you to come even if the odds were small. He decided that there's nothing to lose if he waited, and if he didn't get the chance to at least say goodbye then at least he tried.

One bus has passed and now he was waiting for the last bus to arrive or you to come. Either way, he waited. His left earphone was plugged in his ear as he stared to the street in front of him. The sound of the bustling city and traffic with the sound of music combined on his hearing brought him into a peaceful state of mind. He only checked his watch to see how many minutes that he needed to wait when you tap him on the shoulder.

"Hey, it's you." You couldn't help but smile upon seeing him, hands fumbled with the end of your jacket. "I thought I'd never be able to see you again."

Chan's jaw slightly dropped before mirroring your smile. He took off his earphone before saying, "Honestly, me too."

It was a small silence of both of you looking at each other when you blurted out, "Are you going to wait for the bus or do you want to walk me to my hotel?" If only Chan could hear the rapid beating of your chest and the constant convincing within yourself that you need to do in order to say it, he wouldn't think that you were that brave.

But he didn't, so he really thought that you were a very fearless person. He didn't find anything against it, too.

Chan looked around to make sure that no one he knew was near before wearing his black mask and nodded. "Let's go, then. This way you could tell me more about your trip."

In mention of your trip, you were ecstatic. Walking side by side, your Seoul experiences flowed as a main topic. And again, just like the first encounter that you two had, he didn't want to stop hearing your voice. The boy would constantly steal glances to look at you from time to time.

The conversation once abruptly stopped when the accidental meet of both of your eyes (with both parties constantly stealing glances) was inevitable. It was then that he could see you getting flustered now that you thought that you were getting caught for staring. Shades of red crept its way to your apple cheeks, your lips bitten to suppress the embarrassment and how your eyes darted to avoid his stares.

At that point he almost forgot  that he was a trainee whose future could be ruined if he's not careful. He felt like he was a normal boy who was having a date with his girlfriend as he was struggling to hold the urge to just hold your face between his hands and just kiss you slowly there. Right beneath the street lamps of the city. He wondered if your lips would feel as soft as it would look like. Or how would it feel to tug your bottom lip between his.

His self control and logic was his strong suit, fortunately. The boy simply smirked before asking you another question to continue the conversation.

"Did you went to the meat place I told you?"

"Yes! It was really delicious and we went there a couple of times!"

Soon they were approaching the hotel that you were staying in. Chan could see the disappointment that swam in your eyes when he told you that the destination was close. He was also bummed about it too and before he knew it, he pointed to the convenience store across the street, "Do you want to eat some ramen?"

Your stomach was full after eating a whole portion of meat that you felt it could explode by the tiniest bit of food added. But still, you nodded. Anything to buy more time with this boy.

It was Chan that ate the ramen, while you were simply watching him eating. He managed to persuade you to eat some of it with him with the reason of him not wanting to be fat.

"This is your idea!" You laughed when he pushed you his cup across the table.

He fake-frowned, "I did it to spend more time with you."

Heat crept back to your cheeks before it was his turn to laugh and wink playfully.

Quickly you shoved the noodle in your mouth, ignoring how his actions has accelerated the beat of your heart.

By the time he finished eating, the atmosphere changed. It felt a lot more heavy and thick with the smell of goodbyes. The walk by to the hotel took less than a minute but the way both of you dragged your feet onto the concrete stated that neither of you wanted this to end this quick.

"I can't let fate decide again whether I could know your name or not." You whispered when you arrive in front of the hotel. A whisper small enough for others (if there was any to begin with) to think that you were talking to yourself, but loud enough for Chan to know that it was directed to him.

Both of you didn't notice that the wind had become a lot more stronger with the night sky turning a lot darker because of the clouds. 'it's going to rain,' Chan thought, but he couldn't bring himself to hate on the weather just yet.

He wanted to tell you. He really did. But he was so scared and afraid of the effect that it could cause in the future. The image of him failing to debut alongside with Changbin and Jisung were the first thing that he thought of. How he might fail as a leader. Or the fact that his efforts were all thrown to vain because of his name being spoken to a stranger.

His instinct told him that you were someone that he could trust. That there wold be no way that you would make fake rumor or hoaxes about him that could potentially hurt him. But he didn't want to take the risk.

It felt like his heart was taking a jab, and despite it aching, he still said, "I'm sorry."

You didn't seem surprised, or even putting out any visible emotion at all, he noted. So he took it as his cue to explain, "I had time to think about it and I--I think it's not a really bad idea that you would remember me as a boy from Seoul without knowing my name."

He sighed, "Let me be a story that you could tell to others, a story of a boy that you met in Korea but didn't got the chance to ask for his name."

He felt that the silence that came afterwards choked him. It was painful to wait for your response and absentmindedly, he avoided your gaze.

"So you don't want to know mine?" You carefully asked, and he was to quick to answer with a rush.

"No, it isn't like that at all." He looked into your eyes and found that both of them were glossy because of the accumulating tears. "It's the only knowledge that I need right now but it's not fair for me to know yours and you not knowing mine."

You nodded your head in the end of his answer with a smile and he thought that you somehow already had the worst case scenario planned beforehand so it didn't caught you off guard.

He also thought that despite already being prepared of it, he knew that it didn't hurt any less.

"Okay, Seoul boy." Your smile didn't faltered, but it was almost painful to watch as a single tear slipped out from your eye. "If that's what you really want, there's nothing I could do about it."

The first drop of rain fell down.

"I just want to say thank you for everything. Your help, your recommendations." You paused, "The Polaroid."

Another one fell simultaneously with your tears.

"And thank you for becoming a memory kept within it. An 'almost' that would never happen, a story of my life that I wouldn't dare to forget. That very specific night will forever be embedded in my heart."

"Along with this moment, too." It was a faint whisper and he could feel himself almost breaking apart.

Chan quickly scanned his surroundings for any signs of people that might recognize him. He was not an asshole, he knew that it was painful and he hoped that you knew that it was really hard for him, too. The coast was clear, as it was midnight and it was almost impossible that people would notice what he's about to be doing.

So he stepped closer to you, mask taken off that you could feel his hot breath fanned your face. Both of his hands shot up to cup your cheeks before tilting it slightly upwards, his thumb softly wiped your tears from your face.

Brown eyes staring back at you ever so intently, he leaned in and you closed your eyes until you felt his lips on your forehead. He stayed still for a few heartbeat before pulling out, lips still lingered there. "I'm very sorry that this is the only thing I could do to say goodbye." Chan whispered.

You shook your head lightly, your hands went to his arms and squeezed it a little. "Don't worry, this story has a nice ending to it."

Chan looked down at you to find you already staring at him, your lips curved into a thin smile, your tears evident. "Goodbye, Seoul boy." You whispered for the nth time that night.

He closed his eyes and leaned in again, letting his heart took over. There was no hesitation when his lips touched yours, and it served as a small peck. But still, his lips lingered there that you could feel it brushing against yours when he whispered an equally heartbroken, "Goodbye."

---

It was raining quite heavily later onto the night. There were no deafening thunder nor a startling lightning. It seemed like even the weather itself knew that it shouldn't mess with Chan in this time.

Beneath the rain, he thought hard at how fate brought you back to him, and yet it's not kind enough to let you be kept by him. If he knew that it'd hurt him this bad, he almost wished that he didn't have to meet you at all.

Chan hated the rain even more now that the rain would forever be his token of memory that you were not meant to stay as his. But for now it was the only thing that hides his tears, and to that, he was grateful.

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                                   Ok Taecyeon, who is also known as Tyler;                                                      a 31 year old son of Horus.                                         He is the head of security at Visión / Ilusión                                        and a self-defense instructor at Zero to Hero.

FC NAME/GROUP: Ok Taecyeon / 2PM CHARACTER NAME: Tyler Ok | Ok Taecyeon AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: December 27th, 1988 | 31 PLACE OF BIRTH: Boston, Massachusetts | Washington D.C. OCCUPATION: Head of Security at Vision/Self Defense Instructor at Zero to Hero HEIGHT: 6'2" | 187cm WEIGHT: 172lbs | 78kg DEFINING FEATURES: Very muscular, broad shoulders, stiff posture, 2 black bands tattooed around his right forearm. Many scars littered across various areas of his body from his work as a Navy Seal. When using his powers his left eyes becomes a dark grey and his right eye a deep amber gold color.

PERSONALITY: After being in the military for so long it’s hard for him to hide the intensely stoic, rough, and meticulous side of himself. The things he learned in the military from such a young age have long been ingrained into who he is as a person. He has a very intense moral compass and fights for what he believes in, even if that means putting himself in danger. However, once you get past the gruff, war-hardened outside - you’ll find a very sweet and lovable man. Tyler is very passionate and kind to those close to him, he’s also known to be very silly and goofs around a lot. His natural leadership skills lead to him being the one people looked up to a lot growing up. His younger brother’s especially, leading him to immediately offer anyone who needs familial support a place in his family. Hides his mental scars from what his experiences in the military did to him.

HISTORY: Ok Taecyeon was born in Boston, Massachusetts to Ok Hejin or Virginia Ok from Buffalo, New York. A young girl in law school, doing her best with what life handed her, in this case it was a baby - the child of a god no less. Virginia went on to finish law school with the help of her parents watching Tyler whenever they could and her friends babysitting him while she was in class. She passed the bar one month after Tyler’s fifth birthday. Virginia was a good lawyer and an amazing mother, never failing at the perfect work/life balance. She worked hard as a single mother to give Tyler the best life they could have. Virginia was apprehensive at first about allowing Horus time with Tyler. She was heartbroken in her own way but, she still knew it would be good for him to have his father in his life somehow.

Tyler was incredibly smart and well liked as a child, other children easily gravitated towards him and followed him. He always ended up the leader of his own squadron of students on the playground. It wasn’t a type of power he wanted but, he was a kind child and never used the fact that kids looked up to him for ill. The number one thing he had issues with growing up was not being able to use his powers around his friends, or really anywhere outside of his home. It was a dream of many children to be able to fly through the sky without being on an airplane and Tyler could do that. He learned how to master soaring through the air in his backyard pretty quickly and loved it. Nothing felt better to him that hearing the air rush past his ears as wind whipped past him.

Life was easy for him growing up, his mother didn’t date so it was just the two of them in their small Boston home. He played football all through school, becoming captain of the team and winning the regional championships his senior year. He was the kid everyone wanted to be, the cliché popular guy that everyone looked up to. Tyler made a point to help out in anyway he could, knowing that if he had that many people behind him watching his every move and copying him - he had to encourage them to be kind. All through high school he volunteered everywhere and anytime he could. The work he did mostly was for younger, under privileged kids that had much harder lives than him. Volunteering as a big brother for many years to fill the gap he’d always felt - wanting siblings more than anything in the world.

After graduating high school with honors he was offered several football scholarships but, that wasn’t him. He played ball because it was fun and it was what was expected of him. Instead he enlisted in the military, the Navy to be exact. Around this time his mother, Virginia met and fell in love with his step-father Jordan Masters. A defense attorney who worked in downtown Boston, that made it his mission to represent the less fortunate. Tyler was unsure about him at first, quickly being worried for his mother as this was the first time she’d dated anyone since he was born. It didn’t take long though, for the two men to quickly become best friends. Jordan never tried to replace Horus but, he did his best to support Tyler and love him as his own.

While Tyler was away at training his mother fell pregnant with twin boys! Suddenly his one wish came true, he was going to have to younger brothers and he couldn’t have been more excited. Those little boys are his world and he loves them more than anything.

Tyler excelled in the military, being recognized for his marksmanship, leadership skills, and discipline. He was an exemplary sailor and worked well under pressure, other trainees and petty officer’s looked up to him and his commanding officer more often than not used him as an example for new recruits. Tyler loved being in the Navy, being apart of something bigger than himself and having a whole crew of brothers and sisters he could lean on as well as lead. After a few years of working his way up the ranks and being deployed twice, once on a destroyer and the second time on a submarine - he was sent to Seal training. His CO’s believed he had what it took to make a great Navy Seal and Tyler was nothing if not up for the challenge.

Yet again, he excelled in his training and quickly was stationed with a squadron of Navy Seals in Afghanistan. Working tens of hundreds of leads on possible terrorists groups and working to protect innocent civilians. It was not a war he agreed with and he struggled with some orders he was given, but did as he was ordered. After serving for four years with the Seals he was honorably discharged after his squadron was bombed while rebuilding a school. He spent a year recovering before he was recruited by the FBI. Tyler moved to D.C. to work with a special unit working undercover as security for governments officials. The FBI was investigating two large private security companies as well as the secret service for disorderly conduct as well as drug and human trafficking.

Working undercover was new to Tyler but, it was unsurprising he was good at it. Annoyingly good at it actually. In fact he was almost too good at being under a deep cover. Tyler stayed undercover at the same agency for several months investigating them from the inside but, this is where things got messy.

Love is already complicated enough if you don’t add on top of it the threat of national security. It was cliché and he knew it, an undercover agent falling in love with someone they were charged with investigating. There was just something about her that made him forget everything he was ever taught and every order he was ever given. He fell head over heels for her, and she also fell for him. Sadly love can make you blind… Tyler falling for his charge was against every regulation in the book and it was only made worse by the fact that it was discovered that she was the one running the operation he was meant to be gathering intel about.

When his lover discovered he was a federal agent, she was out for vengeance and blood. Seeing his cover as the ultimate act of betrayal to their love. She ordered him to be killed but, the agency pulled him from the investigation before she could do so. If his team members hadn’t rescued him when they did, he would have exposed his powers to the organization as well, using his wings to escape. Thankfully it didn’t come to that but now… Tyler is in hiding from the woman he loved.

Loved. Is the important tense in that statement. As soon as Tyler learned that she was also not who she said she was - an innocent diplomat - but was in fact, a ruthless drug and human trafficker? He was devastated and knew he had to stop her from hurting anyone else, no matter how much he loved her in the past. An almost two year operation was ruined because he fell in love with the woman who wanted them all dead. Ty was placed into protective custody with US Marshalls but, even that didn’t stop her from trying to get to him.

After a year it all came to a very explosive end, leaving his love to die in his arms and him to spend several weeks in the hospital. There is no way to tell if Tyler has recovered or will every truly recover from the mental jumble that has been the past few years of his life… He’s always been very good at pretending everything is okay all the time. He resigned from the Bureau and moved into the private sector, working security for real this time. Acting as a hired body guard for many rich and powerful people but, he grew bored of his everyday life. After spending an entire decade constantly moving, fighting, working, investigating, and serving his country - it felt like his life had ground to a halt.

He needed a change and the place his father told him about could give him just that.

PANTHEON: Egyptian CHILD OF: Horus POWERS: Natural leaders; air manipulation, falcon wing manifestation and flight (only for short periods of time, flight drains their energy quickly). STRENGTHS: Brave, Driven, Humble, Intelligent WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, Cynical, Over-Critical, Stoic

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I want to be like other girls and fem!s/o with Todoroki? Please and thank you!

I had a lot of trouble dividing the lyrics. Ah!

I want to be like other girls - Mulan 2

The life of a princess from her birth is well defined

She must humbly serve her country

Play the part she's been assigned

When your parents called you to come home that weekend for dinner without so much as an explanation, you already knew something had happened. The maid had delivered a fine dress to your room that you were to wear and had done your hair to look older and overly attractive supposedly for a simple family dinner.

The restaurant you were brought to was just as elegant, more so than the usual high-end ones you went to with crystal chandeliers and fine velvety red carpets that the servers walked around, catering to your whim with every polite word they could muster.

You were finally sat with another family that you had never seen before, a wife and a husband, their young daughter, and directly across from you a man at least five years older.  Already you knew what this was about. Another potential marriage candidate for you to meet.

“So, this must be (Name). She’s much prettier in person,” the wife complimented, a smile forming on an overly made-up face.

“Thank you…” you politely respond, meeting her eyes long enough to seem sincere.

Swallowing down your pride, you coaxed through dinner, trying to ignore every discussion. You pulled at your dress under the table to try to keep yourself from speaking out and do everything to avoid sharing a disconnected gaze with the man across from you who shared just as little interest in being there, otherwise you would disappoint your parents for being difficult.

At the end of dinner, you were presented with a gorgeously decorated ring and given no choice but to accept it into your hand, and all the adults at dinner couldn’t be more than pleased.

“The wedding can be in Japan. Then after, we’d like her to come back to Europe with us.”

You weren’t shocked when your parents had agreed. As long as you had their permission, the marriage could go through without issue before your eighteenth birthday.

She guards the hopes of her people

Weak and mighty, rich and poor

Who could ever ask for more

On the car ride home, you could only stare out the window at the passing streetlights and familiar corners of your prefecture. It was the last time you ever hoped to return but this might be the very last you see of Japan in the coming months. You faced forward, sighing.

“So…will the wedding really be this December?” you questioned, ignoring the squealing of car tires on the wet road.

“Maybe sooner with any luck. It depends on how fast we can set everything up,” your father answered, and your heart sunk at the little time that left you to be with your friends.

Adjusting the rear view mirror, your mother excitedly told you, “Smile. Aren’t you happy we finally found you a husband?”

“What about school? I can’t just leave in the middle of the year; we have licensing exams.”

“You won’t have to worry about hero school anymore,” your father explained. “We can enroll you in a normal school in Europe after.”

You shook your head defiantly. “I don’t want to go to school in Europe. I want to stay in Japan.”

”You’ve been begging to go to Europe since middle school,” he argued.

“Yes, but I rather stay here and keep training,” you attempted to reason, hoping to change their mind but you didn’t have much hope. When they set their mind to it, they rarely changed especially when dealing with their business associates. “I’m doing really well, I placed third in the Sport’s Festiv—”

Sighing, your mother turned to you. “Honey, we’ve been over this a hundred times. If I wanted another hero in the family, I would’ve had another boy,” she interrupted and reached forward to pinch your cheek. “Besides, your face is way too pretty to ruin it with fighting.”

“Trust us. You’re going to be so much happier when the only thing you’ll have to worry about is what island you want to vacation on.”

Your mother laughed and turned back in her seat. “Your father’s right. This is going to open up a lot of opportunities for all of us. Isn’t that what you want?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the words had died down with your hope, and you obediently yet solemnly answered, “Yes…”

I wanna be like other girls

Climb up a tree like other girls can

Just to be free like other girls

Get to be

When Monday came, you returned to school like nothing happened. You had placed your engagement ring in your dorm drawer and tried to focus on the rest of your school semester and not the slowly ticking clock to your wedding date. It was difficult to continue with your classwork when it wasn’t going to amount to anything.

The only reason you were allowed to come to the school was to scout for a potential husband, being a serious hero was just a silly personal pastime in their eyes. While you were there, you had to keep up your grades and weren’t supposed to be anything less than their perfect version of you. But you made friends, and you couldn’t help but veer from that path, and it was the happiest you had been in your life. You never thought being normal would actually feel so freeing. That was all over though.  

You had fooled yourself in thinking that you could be a normal teenager, whose worries were passing school, spending money on the most useless toys and clothes, and trying to sneak back in after curfew.

Then, you heard a familiar voice of your classmate, Mina.

“(Name)-chan! Do you want to join our slumber party?”

And you still put on a brave face. “Of course!”

To slouch when I sit

To eat a whole cake

Feel the sun on my feet

You sat down on the couch during all the excitement, legs neatly together while Toru and Mina fall onto the couch with their excitement, popcorn scattering on the cushions. You quickly scoop them up in a napkin and fold it on the table despite the excited mix of voices.

You couldn’t join in with them despite your mind telling you to fall in with the group, but you reminded yourself that you should distance yourself and refamiliarize yourself with the quiet of your own voice in your head.

The conversation switched to crushes, specifically Uraraka’s crush on Midoriya, and the young woman accidentally activated her quirk and began to float in the air, her hands cupped to her cheeks to hide her blush. You had to admit there was a small joy to seeing her and also jealousy that she could easily wear her heart on her sleeve about something close to her.

You had refrained from talking about such things the entire time you spent at school. Being interested in another person wasn’t accepted unless you were requesting to be married to them, and only if you had a good reason into thinking that would be beneficial to the family business.

You did have someone in mind though for a while now, but you knew that your parents would be skeptical of anyone you chose, not that his parent would approve when your quirks didn’t really match. Besides, you weren’t sure if he liked you back, too, and you wouldn’t make that request without him agreeing first. You would’ve been happy just to become a hero with him.

Get dirty

Act silly

“I guess we can’t all be lucky and have boyfriends,” Yaoyorozu stated with a dreamy sigh, and you noticed that all eyes were directed at you.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you answered, fidgeting slightly under the attention. “I may not have had a boyfriend but that certainly didn’t stop you from being engaged,” you thought bitterly.

“You and Todoroki aren’t dating?” Ochaco asked, falling back down next to your side.

“We’re just friends.”

Mina scoffed skeptically. “But good friends or dorm friends?”

“Just friends…” you replied softly, wrapping your hands together, as you tried to shove the thought of ever being together to the back of your mind.

“Stop lying. We see how you look at him like you want to eat him,” the pink-skinned girl said, shaking you. You scowled and pushed her away.

“I would like to refrain from talks about eating anyone, and I would appreciate it if you stop bringing up my crush,” you frustratedly replied, almost failing to keep it your anger in check.

“Ah, so you have a crush on him!”

“Please be quiet!” you demanded before they could get any louder and announce your feelings to the whole dorm. “Listen, Todoroki isn’t my boyfriend! We’re just friends, okay? Even if I wanted him to be my boyfriend, we’d still just be friends,” you huffed, finally growing satisfied at the quiet stares at you. “Thank you,” you said before Jiro cleared her throat and pointed behind you.

You twisted slowly, scowling when you noticed Todoroki directly behind you, glass of water in hand. “Todoroki-kun! Don’t sneak up like that,” you coughed out.

“I didn’t. I was in the kitchen,” he explained, glancing over you. “I just heard my name, but if you don’t need anything…”

“Nope! Nope! We’re all good,” Mina shooed him off with a wave of her hand. Todoroki shrugged, setting off back to his room, and you dropped your gaze to your lap as they apologetically looked at you.

“Sorry…”

Be anything I want to be

To dance around in my underwear

To speak for myself

To sing way off-key

You woke up early after the sleepover, went to your room, and pulled on your uniform. You prepared to go to class by yourself, telling yourself that last night would be the last time you let yourself get dragged into your classmates’ shenanigans.

Luck was against you as you ran into Todoroki at the front doors of the dorm and froze. “Do you want to go together?” he asked, and hesitantly you nodded, unable to say no when the person you liked was the one to ask.

Slowly, you made the five-minute walk to class together in mutual silence. You hadn’t thought of a way to tell him that you were engaged now. You didn’t think you would’ve told him at all even if he asked. He was more than aware of your situation, seeing as that common background is what made you two able to become friends in the first place, but you were different. He was starting to slowly claw his way out, but you didn’t have the same fortitude to do the same.

You made your way to a small section of the decorated path, the first of the morning glories beginning to open with the cool morning. You noticed Todoroki pausing to stare at them and stop just the same.

“Could I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you said, and he pulled you over to sit at a nearby bench among the flowers. Sitting together, you waited for him to speak.

“About last night,” he began thoughtfully, and your heart began to pound against your chest as the color suddenly drained from your face. “I didn’t mean to overhear but is it true what they said about you having feelings for me?” he asked, and you swallowed thickly.

“Oh…the thing is…” you started unsurely, losing your train of thought halfway through. Todoroki decided to break the silence.

“Because I like you,” he confessed, ears glowing a light pink as he tried to find his confidence. Your eyes widened, and you stared at him in disbelief, “more than friends.”

“I like you too!” is what you wanted to scream immediately, but you bit back your words, knowing well that it would never happen. You could already hear him, promises to help you or saying that you could be together until your wedding. You already had to lose the small freedoms you had gained at school, but you think you would truly break if you had to give up being with him after becoming a couple. “I’m sorry,” you answered, blinking back the tears welling in your eyes, “but I don’t feel the same way about you.”

Todoroki’s face falls, his lips pursing tight. The knife in your heart twists with the shadow of rejection and betrayed emotions that overwhelm his usual indifferent demeanor, and you sniffed as water began to flood down your face at his refusal to look at you.

“I’m sorry,” you weakly repeated, wiping your eyes. You jumped when his hand touched your own and met bicolored irises. His thumb brushed over your cheek and wiped away the tears. Slowly, you leaned in first, brushing your lips gently to his own. Hesitantly, he pushed back, lightly parting his lips to kiss you fully. The soft touch of his hand cupping the back of your head quickly dragged you back to reality. Shocked at your own weakness, you hurriedly pulled away and stood before it could go any further, but the damage had already been done.

“I can’t,” you apologized.

“(Name)…” he pleaded softly, reaching to hold your hand again, but you shifted from the bench.

“I-I have to go,” you excused yourself, quickly running away despite the loud “wait” directed at your quickly fleeing form.

You ran into the school building, finding the nearest bathroom. You head to an empty stall in the furthest corner, slamming the door and locking it closed. You pressed your back to the stall door and slid down to a fetal position. Pressing your head to your knees, you finally screamed and let yourself cry freely for everything you’ve been keeping in.

You didn’t know how you were going to last the rest of your life married when you were in love with someone else. You didn’t think you could, but there was nothing you could do. Girls like you didn’t get a choice. 

Marry someone I've met

Who loves me for me

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #disney songfic #todomochi

[petersmparker]

Clutch pt 7 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: This is the first time Peter has spoken to you since he’d kissed you in the alley, and he can’t help but be surprised.

Word Count: 1868

A/N: woo! long time coming, huh? thanks to everyone following this series for their patience! we’re one week into the semester and college is already beating me into submission. did someone say “five classes that assign almost 50 pages of reading due for every class”?? Love you all for sticking w me!!! I’ll promise the next one will be out faster- it’s already written for editing!! ps, tumblr literally won’t allow a cut, so I’m sorry to anyone who has to scroll past this

INTRO PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8

It's nearly a week until Peter sees you again due to careful avoidance in the halls and an unfortunate streak of petty crime a distance from your usual routes. Even despite the heated kiss that had been exchanged and his decision to share with you the name behind Spider-Man, he worries that it would be unwise to approach you outside of the suit, and the sight of you in school makes his heart do flips that leave him flustered and distracted for an admittedly embarrassing amount of time.

Because of this, the week passes with some anxiety and nerves. Peter isn't exactly sure how to make odds or ends of what had occurred between you. The kiss had been wonderful- something he had dreamed of without the nerve to actually hope for it. Moreover, it was his first. He wondered if it was yours too, or if you minded that it was him.

Well. Not him, he supposed. Spider-Man. He knew that you felt nothing for him personally, but rather his superhero alter ego. You knew very little about him, after all, besides his name. There wasn’t much he’s been able to share. But if you did, Peter wondered, would you see something in him worth caring about?

Five days in, as Peter goes through the motions of dinner, he fights the urge to admit to May what had occurred. To just talk about it, maybe get some advice. The thoughts rattle in his brain nonstop, keeping him in a near-constant state of “What now?”. But he meets her eye over her container of takeout as she digs a piece of broccoli out from under her rice, and can’t seem to do it. Not yet. Not until things are clearer.

As he climbs into bed, he once again replays the kiss in his mind for the millionth time, hoping to hell that his fixation isn’t breeding false hope.

The next day, Peter decides to swing through the street where his fight had occurred to survey the damage repair. It was something he, unfortunately, was becoming accustomed to doing after putting himself on the radar of higher level criminals the year before. The guilt always struck him when he viewed a shattered glass storefront or a torn apart corner of a building. No matter how hard he tried, sometimes the damage control got away from him.

Seeing the closed-up mini mart is just like every other time, and it feels terrible.

Despite that, the guilty thoughts circling Peter's brain come to a dead stop the moment he lays eyes on you again. Overcoming them was nervousness. Embarrassment, even, as he recalled just how much you'd been at the center of his mind for the past week.

You’re walking along the far side of the street, gazing up at what is left of the shop. The busted-out window is covered in several layers of plastic, wood planks, and cardboard. While the police tape is long gone, the word CLOSED is clearly displayed on the front door- as if the mess of a window isn’t enough of a clue.

As Peter watches, you move on toward a telephone pole to read a sheet of paper that had been stapled to it. After a few moments, you tear it off and stride, agitatedly, in the direction of an alley that he knows all too well. For a brief second Peter wants to assume that you’ll just walk past it. Surely you aren't going to return to The Place It Happened and cause the impending conversation to be even more awkward than it was already going to be.

You turned into the alley, and with a sigh, Peter jumps from the roof he had been perched upon to meet you there. He touches down next to you, startling you only slightly when he attempts to casually say hello and reach for the flyer in your hand.

"Jesus," you gasp, yanking the paper away from him in your exasperated surprise, "Part of me had a feeling you'd show up, but I still wasn't prepared. Maybe you need a bell around your neck."

Peter accepts the now-offered flyer and tries not to shiver when you gently brush a finger against his throat for emphasis. "Ah, well," he starts, somewhat awkwardly, "That might ruin the element of surprise a bit, you know? The bad guys would hear me. Mr. Stark might have to fire me. And in this economy?"

"Spider-Man gets paid?" You ask, bewildered.

"God, no," he says quickly, "This suit is payment enough. And he gave me all this nice stuff I couldn't afford, I- I'd never ask for more."

With a gentle laugh, you place a hand on his arm. "You're a good guy. Really. It makes the shit this reporter is spreading all the more ridiculous," you say with finality, gesturing toward the flyer he still hadn't read.

Pictured was Spider-Man in the midst of his criminal sendoff. Shards of glass are flying across the whole photograph, and the look on the man’s face is one of complete terror. The caption reads, SPIDERMAN: HERO? OR PUBLIC MENACE?

"Oh," Peter says, dejectedly, "I can't really argue that, can I?"

In a quick movement, you rip the flyer out of his hands, crumple it, and toss it toward the open lid of the nearest dumpster.

"Spider-Man," you say firmly, commanding him to hear you, to listen, and Peter’s surprised by the seriousness of your tone.

Your voice lowers in volume when you say, "Peter," and take his hands in your own, and he nearly melts.

"Everything you do is for the good of others. You've saved people's lives before. Put your own in danger to do it. That flyer is slander. Nothing more. No one in their right mind will believe this, and you, you damn intelligent boy, you should know better than to buy into it, either."

"The damage-" Peter starts, before you raise a hand over the mouth area of his mask.

"Nothing was destroyed, Peter. The infrastructure is sound. It was a single window. It can be replaced. Lives can't be replaced,” you assert, squeezing your  eyes shut tight when you continue to say, “With the way I was reacting, I- I probably would have been shot. You stopped that from happening.”

"But. . ." he starts, muffled against your hand, before he realizes that he doesn’t know what to say.

Your other hand comes up so that you can gently hold the sides of his face. The touch sends shivers up Peter’s spine. He’s sure you can feel it when it shakes him, and he’d be embarrassed if he weren’t so entranced by your eyes now that they’ve reopened. You stare into the eyes of his mask, almost as if you can actually see his face.

Your voice fills with what Peter thinks is gratitude when you say, "I would be dead if it weren't for you."

A tension-filled moment passes in which he reels, mind flitting to a hundred different places, before it lands on a terrible thought.

"Is that why you were willing to kiss me?" Peter asks, tentatively.

Surprised, your hands fall away for a brief second, before coming back, holding him tighter than before. "No," you say, definitively, "I would have kissed back no matter what you had done. I'm glad you gave me the opportunity."

With your words, the anxiety slips away from Peter all at once. The fear of rejection is sapped out of him, the concern that he had overstepped his boundaries, the sinking feeling he got every time he thought about how he left afterward. He is left with a balloon in his chest inflating too quickly. It fills with happiness, relief, and affection. It takes his breath away.

In his joy, Peter forgets who he is. Not unlike the first time, he surges forward, arms wrapping around your lower back to pull you forward. He leans in to kiss you, and realizes once he meets your mouth with his own that he's Spider-Man. Not Peter. The mask is still on. His embarrassment is horrific, and had you not burst into delighted laughter Peter may have left the country then and there.

"That- that was so dumb," he says, awkwardly, reaching up to hide his face as if the mask didn't always hide his blush, "I'm sorry. That was- oh man."

You pull him down to plant a kiss on his cheek, paying no mind to the mask that has thwarted his attempt at affection. "This is why," you explain, stopping to press a second quick kiss to the mouth of his mask, "You ask if I kissed back because you saved me? I kissed back because in the little time I've known you, you've been funny. And you've been kind, and brave. What more could I have done, besides feel something for you?"

Peter calms slowly, the heat of embarrassment being replaced by a different kind of warmth. A lovely, comfortable one. The urge to tell you who he really is- more than just his name- bowls him over like a tidal wave, potential ramifications be damned. He opens his mouth to do so when a voice at the entrance of the alley says, "Hey, it's Spider-Man!"

Peter turns to see someone who appears to have stumbled upon the alley at the worst possible time. While you hadn't heard them speak, his hearing is far better. You don’t turn until after he’s faced the unwelcome arrival.

Luckily, thinks Peter as he attempts to emote as much disdain as possible without moving, it's just you. Ned waves at the scene you’ve made in the alleyway, unaware of the context of your meeting or the true presence of you in his life.

"Hello there," he adds, when neither of you respond. His tone implies that he's picked up on something, but Peter isn't sure what that is.

"Uh, hello," Peter answers, unsure of what to say.

Ned looks between the two of you slowly. "Is... everything okay?" He asks, seemingly unaware of how odd it is for a civilian to ask if Spider-Man is alright, whether or not he secretly knows him personally.

His eyes flick downward to your hands, still cupping Peter’s jaw.

"Yes!" Peter exclaims, backing away from you, "Everything is fine! In fact, I should probably be going, now that everything is fine."

"Oh?" His best friend questions in response.

"Absolutely," you say slowly, picking up on Peter’s tone.

Ned nods, but his expression clearly states that he is both skeptical and confused. In a moment of eye contact, Peter realizes that you know there's something going on, too. Maybe even that the person who has stumbled upon you and him knows something. The prospect of it is vaguely terrifying. He can feel you continue to stare at him long after he’s turned back to Ned, searching for the words to say, and is sure that you’re searching his body language and the squint of his eyepieces for answers. His posture falls from rigid to defeated.

Peter turns to look back at you, reaching toward you to grab your hand. He stops halfway, thinking better of the action before he’s spoken to Ned. You almost reach out to meet it, but you stop too, centimeters away.

"I have to go," he says, voice laced with apologies and explanations he can’t fully give to you right now, "I'll... I'll see you. I'm sorry."

You smile reassuringly. "See you, Spider-Man."

After a long moment, he turns away. After nodding toward Ned, still watching from the end of the alleyway, he takes a huge leap into the air and swings away. Maybe he’s mistaken, but he’s sure that he can hear Ned offer a quick, I guess I’ll see you later? to you before he runs off.  

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@nedthegay @legendarydazekitten @secretlittlewonders @jackiehollanderr @disgustangg 

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[silcntrilcy-blog]

RILEY PEARSON. CISMALE. TWENTY-THREE. ROGUE.

hi !! i’m tess, i’m 18, i’m in cst, and i use she/her pronouns ! i play two babes so far, riley and amelia ! i’ve written out a lot for riles, so i’m just gonna get to it ! i did play this character before, but i’ve revamped him a bit, aged him up a bit, and then did a bit more, so sorry for the novel of a bio ! there is a basics section down below if you’re just skimming for the moment !

My mind is a very dangerous and destructive place; only the darkness survives.

biography

born and raised to two military soldiers in san antonio, texas, riley pearson was nothing short of the perfect son. he was raised strict and proud with a smile on his face and a salute at his fingertips. his mother, lillian, had finished serving her time for her country only a few months after finding out she was pregnant, but his father, jace, was deployed for another service not even a week before riley’s birth. for the first four years of his life, he was a momma’s boy with a picture for a father. lillian worked hard to make sure riley knew who his father was, what he looked like, the sound of his voice from scattered calls and old home videos. when his father returned, all it took was a week of activities to spur into him those four years his father missed. he was an easy adapter, and his parents saw that clearly.

they were a family, and nothing was going to take that away from them. they dressed him up every day and sent him to school, welcomed him with open arms off the bus, and sat together for dinner in the kitchen as they mused over their day. some would call them ideal, others seemed to like the term “robotic”. it continued like this for years, and soon enough, riley realized just how ideal his parents thought he was.

he stayed inside every night, nearing the age of fourteen, while his friends ran off to birthday parties, concerts and soccer practice. he had never realized his parent’s overbearing expectations until he was made to realize that hardly any other kid had them. he began to hate his home.

he started breaking rules— staying out past curfew, never doing his homework, running away to friend’s houses for days on end, not as much as a text home to let his parents know he was alright. he had gone from the golden boy to the town nuisance. but it was only when he was caught with drugs (weed) at school did his parents draw the line.

he had just turned fifteen when his parents shipped him off to military boot camp. he was infuriated, acting out for nearly a month when he first got there, but slowly he started to condemn to their rules. he began to fall back to that perfect, golden child that he was before. he took his drill sergeant's orders as if they came from his parents. he started making friends, basking in the life he had taken for granted. and not three years later, he was stepping off the bus from boot camp, a smile on his face and a pep in his step. he was happy to see his parents— he figured maybe life would be perfect now. they were going to be this ideal, uniform family again, no matter how robotic. he realized everything his parents did, every little rule and promise, it all was meant to make him into a better man, to keep him on a straight line. over the years, he saw kids continuing to rebel within the boot camp, pushing their luck and ending up worse in the end. it was a never ending cycle, and he wanted no part of it. oh how did his dreams fly.

one year after riley stepped off the bus from bootcamp, his entire ideal world crumbled. a virus swept over the world and the dead began walking. everything his parents had trained for, everything he had trained for, was surrounding them in hoards. they grabbed everything they could and darted off to the first military base they could find, leaving everyone they ever knew behind. they were soldiers now— but they weren’t fighting for their country; they were fighting for their lives.

the pearson family lasted three months. three months of family bonding and survival all washed down the drain when their military base was overrun by an enormous hoard of the undead. soldiers fought bravely, proudly, and children cowered behind whatever family they had left. riley and his parents were in the front of the battle, and as his mother called out a final i love you, her arm was torn apart. his father jumped in to save her, and his leg was attacked from behind. all the while, riley watched in frozen terror as the family he once knew was ripped to shreds.

he couldn’t remember what happened— maybe he fought his way through, maybe he cowered behind everyone else until the last dead had dropped, maybe he slept through it all, but somehow, some way, riley walked out of that base with his life, his father’s jacket, and a gun, not a thing else. no one else survived, that he knows of, and he was the last one alive to tell the tale.

after that, he took no chances. three years of bootcamp and an entire life of military parents taught him how to fight like a soldier no matter what world he was in. he became a cold killer, fighting for himself and only himself. the memory of his parents burned in the front of his brain— they died for him, and he was damn sure not going to let their death be in vain. so he fights for himself, for the world he remembers, and he does whatever it takes to survive— no matter the cost.

he’s became colder, crueler, more sculpted by this world than he ever had been. he resorted to staying silent on most occasions, rarely a full phrase spewing from his lips. he’s fell into an emotionless state for a long time, pushing himself away from other survivors, knowing no matter what, they’d all end up the same. in his mind, there was no point to friendships anymore, no point in taking the time to get to know someone if their fate was already sealed. this mindset hurt him more than he could comprehend, and it took a while for him to learn from his mistakes

it was only last year that riley began travelling with another survivor, italia. they had crossed paths time and time again over the years, and at some point, they just stopped leaving eachother. this... bond, friendship, whatever they wanted to call it, it’s what he needed to chip away at that cold, hard exterior. she had the same sadness in her eyes, the same trauma laced in her veins, and somehow, their pain merged. suddenly, he was talking again, the sentences getting longer as time passed. but of course, tragedy always found riley.

only a few months after joining italia in the apocalypse, riley came face to face with someone he thought he’d never see again. at first, riley thought it was just another bug eye, a stage three that was just begging for a bullet between the eyes. but that flash of camo and the glimmer of a rusted locket hanging around rotting skin, riley felt his whole world collapse ontop of him. it was his mother, in all her rotting glory. 

riley broke. for the first time in years, he let himself break down, right in front of the one person he knew would understand. together, two fingers on the trigger of a shaking gun, riley and italia put his mother to rest. he buried his mother with his father’s old military jacket, his most prized possession, and traded it in for the locket that held years of memories between the rusted engravings. it took him another month or two to push down the urge to burst into tears. 

riley blamed himself for what happened to his mother, not only her death, but for her afterlife. she was left to roam the world for years as a rotting corpse, all because he didn’t take the time to give her mercy back at the base. his father, god knows where he is. 

he took those months to heal, to put the pieces back together, and now he’s managing to live a functional life. he’s speaking more, managing full phrases, almost keeping a conversation. it’s a complete 180 of the boy he used to be.

basics.

riley is an 23 year old survivor who witnessed the death of his parents around 4 ago on a military base where they and many other families had escaped to during the initial outbreak. his family was military born and raised, all of them as uniform and perfect as you would expect. when his teen years came along, he began to rebel— running away, getting mixed up with drugs, general disrespectful teenager stuff. when his parents had decided they had taken enough, they shipped him off to military boot camp, and three years later, riley pearson stepped off that bus and walked home a perfect soldier. he had hoped everything would return to how it used to be before he had ruined it all, but a year after he returned home, the outbreak began and all hopes of a perfect life were destroyed. after the death of his parents, he was the lone survivor of the military base and the last remaining piece of his family. he has become cold since their death, nearly emotionless, only continuing to fight for the sake of his family’s memory. he’s no longer much of a talker, and after seeing his mother’s corpse just a year ago, he’s wondering if he’ll ever get back to the boy he once was. he’s currently travelling alongside another survivor, italia, and she has helped him to speak more, managing full phrases, sometimes even sentences.

wanted connections.

bootcamp buddies - this is someone that riley met in bootcamp and became friends with during those three years. they wouldn’t know about riley’s past since the bootcamp, i.e. the death of his parents and the loss of everything he loves, so this reunion would be quite the awkward one taken by dani jennings 

trading partners - riley has decided to trade with a very select group of people, all single rogues or rogue pairs, and has kept the personal information to the bare minimum. they meet at set locations, on a routine schedule so not everyone is there at once, and trade the basic needs of what they have. i’d love to have some of these trading partners!

an ex ? - this would be from his rebellious years, before the three years in bootcamp (or honestly maybe even the beginning of boot camp ? ). he is a completely different person than he was back then, though he has fallen into some of his old habits (smoking). this could be fun !

his uncle - there is a wc on the main for this !!! i’d love to see him around

those are all i’ve really got now, but if you’d like to plot or fill a connection, hmu! my ims are always open and i do have a discord !

#toxinintro

[ruroy9i]

Assassin's Creed: Conquest

Kashmir , 1521: Twelve year old Hariharan Pundit watches in awe as the soldiers of the new Sultanate come to his father's humble cottage with news from His Excellency, Emperor Babur. That awe turns into rage and terror when in a week's time his village is burnt down and he is forced to flee with his mother, as his father and the other Brahmins are executed for refusing to accept Islam. Overwhelmed by the enormity of his life coming crashing down, Hariharan swears to tear the Mughal dynasty apart.

Buxar, 1528: Farid Khan is a new recruit in the army of Jamal Khan, the Mughal governor of Jaunpur (Uttar Pradesh). Young and promising, he is asked to oversee the repairs of a captured Rajput fort and its surrounding village: Bhangarh. He is shocked to see the death and decay in the village, haunted by a mysterious epidemic. Jamal asks him to kill the people, but his efforts are interrupted by a mysterious man infiltrating the camp. As this man silently eliminates the guards, Farid manages to catch up with him, just as he is about to spring an attack on Jamal. Farid prepares to give alarm, but watches as the hooded man expertly steals the keys to the fort from Jamal's person. Intrigued, Farid follows him and climbs up the fort ramparts, to the inner sanctum. The keys grant them audience into a secret hall, with strange golden letters on the wall. Meanwhile, Jamal raises alarm and surrounds the sanctum with the troops. The hooded man reaches the apex of the hall and removes a green glowing goblet. Jamal asks him to let go of it and charges in with the troops. This sets off numerous booby traps as the troops fall to freak deaths. The hooded man takes care of the rest. Jamal knocks the goblet off him and tries to escape with it. The hooded man follows him and is about to go for the kill, when Farid intercepts him and wrestles him down. The man almost gouges Farid's eye out with a blade hidden up his slave. He stresses upon how the goblet is an "instrument of Jannat" and must be retrieved at all costs. Farid lets him go, but it is too late He is surrounded by reinforcements and wounded severely. Farid pretends to go in for the kill, while secretly leading the man to relative safety. He treats the man's immediate wounds until he regains consciousness. The man expresses his gratitude and gives him his name: Hari Baaz. By the time Farid is back with medicines, the man is gone.

Few days later, Farid breaks into Jamal's quarters to see what else he is hiding and steals several obscure maps before leaving his services and Buxar forever.

Bihar, 1529: Hari Bazz is called upon by the Assassin grandmaster, Khifur Mia to foil a coup on the Mughal interests in Bengal by the Sultan Mahmud Shah. Hari is somewhat conflicted due to his personal hatred for the Mughals but is reminded of his oath as an assassin. He starts by flushing out traitors within the soldiers of Bahar Khan, the governor of Bihar. After making his way through the riff-raff, he learns of plans to murder Bahar Khan and destabilize the Mughal rule in Bihar. He learns from gossip among the soliders that it may be spearheaded by the ambitious young commander: Farid Khan. Hari joins a hunting convoy to spy on Farid Khan. He follows a suspicious Farid away from the main party, deeper and deeper into the forests. He sees Farid deciphering strange maps and finally recognizes him to be the man who saved his life in Buxar. Farid is about to enter an abandoned temple, when a tiger pounces upon him. Farid barely holds it off, before the tiger mauls meat off his arm. Farid still fights him back, driving a dagger into its neck. Hari jumps in just in time and drives his hidden blade right into the tiger's heart. Farid is surprised to see him again and recognizes him instantly. Hari asks what he is doing with the maps and Farid says that he has realized Hari is working for some secret organization. Hari asks Farid to trust him. So Farid leads him into the temple and they uncover a locked book. Farid has been deciphering the cryptic maps and has discovered many places and people of interest all over Hindustan who are guarding some "Instrument of Eden". Hari takes a look at the maps and realizes that the key is to be found separately. He is faced with a tough choice, whether to kill Farid or not. But he hears the whole convoy converging on them and a worried Bahar Khan rushing in. So he asks Farid to continue deciphering the maps while he go gets the key. As he leaves, he hears Bahar Khan congratulating and applauding Farid's bravery and conferring upon him the title : " Sher Shah"

Delhi, 1529: Hari Bazz tracks down the key to the ruins of the Indraprastha region. But he finds he is too late, it has already been retrieved by Pratap Rao, a minor subedar. He tails Rao to a brothel, where he is enjoying a grand dance by Akhtari Begum. Eliminating all opposition , Hari enters the bed- chamber and asks the Begum to leave. As Rao hurtles into the room lustfully, Hari holds the blade to his throat and asks where the key is. In due course, it becomes clear that Rao is part of a secret organization left behind by Ashoka the Great, entrusted to find the devices of salvation that can shape the world. But now they plan to use those devices to cripple the Mughals and drive them out of the country. And they are so well hidden in the Mughal administration that they have obtained Babur's permission for their own decimation. Hari debates what is the best way forward and in that delay, Rao raises a cry for help and then impales himself on the blade. Guards come rushing, and Hari is helped by the Begum in hiding and subsequently escaping the city.

Ayoddha, 1529: Khifur Miia drops by to tell Hari that the leader of the secret organization might be Amir Khusrau, who is in Ayoddha for collecting jizya tax. Hari tracks Khusrau down and witnesses the brutality meted out to the Hindus. He does his best to minimize casualties, by incapacitating rogue soldiers. In due time he realizes that Khusrau is going door to door, not collecting the tax, but looking for someone called Sasaram Pathak. He discovers Pathak's house and intercepts a messenger pigeon sent out by them, leading him to Sasaram,who is hiding by the Ram Janmabhoomi temple. Hari realizes that Sasaram has gone paranoid and will kill anyone who tries to get through. Before he can think of something however, Khusrau sets fire to the whole slum adjacent to the temple. Hari abducts and pushes Pathak out of his room(who was bent on dying). Once out however, Pathak scrambles like a chicken and it falls to Hari to eliminate Khusrau's men trying to catch him. It is then that Pathak decides to trust him. Turns out, Pathak is a learned Scholar of Vedic texts, whom Khusrau needs to activate some obscure device.

The next morning, Khusrau finds one of his soldiers dragging Pathak in. Pathak refuses to help Khusrau and asks how he even got the device in the first place. It becomes apparent that the device was the one unearthed from Ashoka's own investigations from Bhangarh fort by Jamal Khan. Pathak is forced to solve the puzzles that open the device. It starts giving off the same green light. Pathak is thrown into the prison. By the next morning, all of Khusrau's soldiers are vomiting blood and some claim that its apocalypse come for them. Hari, so long disguised as one of Khusrau's men finally realizes what the device actually is. He braves the spell of illness to take Pathak and escape. But Khusrau sends more men to kill Pathak in case he had survived the illness. And so ensues a mad chase through Ayoddha, off and on buildings, through stables and temple roofs, in and out of tree branches and not without the slight disturbance to the monkeys dwelling in there. At the end of it, Hari retrieves the goblet and drives a bullock cart right into the Ram Janmabhoomi temple. Khusrau marvels at the madness before leaving the city. Hari leads Khusrau's men into the deep well in the heart of the temple's sanctum and dumps the cart along with the goblet into it. A surge of green light breaks the skyline as Hari barely escapes, blood and vomit frothing at his mouth.

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As the player is pulled out of the animus due to a nosebleed, his supervisor joins the dots of the memory he has uncovered. The device must have contained a radiation source, capable of killing everyone within a 200 mile radius. That is what must have killed everyone in Bhangarh and would have done the same in Ayoddha, had it not been for Hari. He wonders if that is why Babur constructed the Babri Masjid atop it, to keep the radiation sealed in.

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Bihar, 1530: Khifur Miia convenes a meeting of the Indian assassins to discuss their future course of actions. They agree to find the devices before Khusrau and his men do, for they are clearly not suited to use them. Khifur asks Hari to make short work of Farid and retrieve the maps, to which Hari severely disagrees. He makes it clear that the Mughals are unwittingly in the pockets of the very men who will kill them and are also not suited to be trusted with the devices. On the contrary he trusts Farid and believes him destined for greatness. And to out-maneuver Khusrau's men with the Mughal empire's resources, they'll need an empire of their own. Not all agree, but they decide to give Farid a chance.

Later, Hari infiltrates the grand birthday of Jalal Khan, the son of the late Bahar Khan. He is discovered by the regent of Bihar, Farid Khan aka "Sher Shah Shuri". Sher is glad to see him and the two start discussing the developments they've made. They unlock the book and discover what the devices are capable of: engines of death, epidemic and disease.

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Bengal, 1534: With Babur's death, Humayun's tumultuous reign has started.

Hari finds himself in Gaurbanga, looking for the third of the eight devices of death.

He meets up with Sasaram Pathak and is pointed in the direction of Susunia. Pathak tells him that this goblet might be the treasure sought after by many Tantrik cults, and they might have collected clues already. So they stake out the cottage of the infamous "Aghori" Tantriks and locate their leader: Rudrahara. Hari isolates Rudrahara, only to have a bunch of dacoits crash the party. Turns out they are after the treasure as well. The dacoits take Pathak hostage, so Hari yields. The tantriks hand them a strange idol of Goddess Kali, that is suppose to lead them to the treasure. Rudrahara admits that they were going to sacrifice a human and smear its blood on the idol, to get it to open up. The dacoit leader takes him up on the idea, but wonders who would make a good sacrifice. They bring Hari to the stake and sharpen their blades, but just then Pathak points out that the idol is shaped oddly, like the insignia on Hari's armband. Just then, King Pala's men surround them. Hari and the dacoits engage in a curious fight to defeat them. The dacoit leader is impressed with Hari's ability to incapacitate the men without killing them. He surmises that they were looking for him, as he is a most wanted criminal. He asks to tag along, and Hari agrees hesitantly. Pathak brings the Kali idol's hands down in the shape of the assassin's insignia, and the idol splits open. It shows them the path to an abandoned temple. Once there, they overcome more odds to find the goblet. As Hari uncovers it, the lights blind the dacoit. He is disappointed not to find a treasure, but decides to learn from Hari the way of the assassins. Hari agrees that he has the skills, but he has to leave his practices behind. The dacoit agrees and Hari swears him upon the assasin oath and gives him a new name: Raghu.

On their way back, they notice the governor,Ghiyasuddin Mahmud Shah's fleet preparing to sail to Bihar. Raghu explains that Sher Shah Suri has sprung a coup upon Jalal Khan, and Shah is sending reinforcements to help Jalal. Hari asks if Raghu's men are ready for battle.

Surajgarh, 1534: Khifur Miia warns Hari to not help Sher Shah in this battle, but Hari refuses. He admits that the Mughals are best suited to rule India, but not as long as the devices exist. Khifur Mia accepts the arrangement Hari is hinting at. And so the Indian assassin's, Raghu and his dacoit converts and Hari head on to Surajgarh fort to help Sher Shah. Sher Shah is glad to see them and remarks that this is Amir Khusrau's doing, manipulating Jalal Khan into eliminating the assassin's stronghold. But he promises to help the assasins in every way he can, should he survive this crisis. And so the siege of Surajgarh begins, with catastrophic consequences. The assasins help in turning the tide of war, but Sher Shah also proves his military mettle to no end.

Hari finally confronts Khusrau on the ramparts once again and after a fierce battle, kills him. Khifur Miia sustains too much damage and dies from his wounds

But after five days, Sher Shah beheads Mahmud Shah and cuts down their flag from the fort. And with Hari by his side, he hoists a new flag, a tiger leaping though the assasin insignia. And so begins a new era in Indian history, a new partnership and friendship.

The assasins help Sher Shah defeat Humayun at Chausa and Kannauj, and retrieve two more devices in the aftermath. And then comes Malwa, where Hari convinces Sher Shah to betray long time allies: Puran Mal, who was the new chief of Ashoka's order and ran a trafficking trade of women and children. It would be one of the last battles Hari and Sher Shah would fight together.

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As the player completes the Animus session, he is left wondering how Sher Shah lost his empire if he had been helped by the assasins. And what happened to the remaining devices, how were they disposed. The supervisor asks him to not to prod, as he might not like the answers. But the player sneaks in layer to access Hari's last memories.

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Kalinjar Fort, 1545: A hawk flies over the ramparts of the highly guarded fort, as cannon fire and smoke fills the skies. The tiger and assasin insignia flies high on the end of the fields. A lone assasin stands atop a fort minaret. As the Hawk passes over him, he takes a leap of faith into a haystack below. And then makes his way slowly into Sher Shah's camp. Heated arguments can be heard, as commanders quarrel. Sticking to the shadow, the assasin wipes a tear off his face and inches closer to the center of the bustle. And then Sher Shah's voice is heard as he sends his commanders to fetch the mortar. He himself puts in the gunpowder and is aiming the Canon, when the assasin drops a smoke bomb and inches closer to Sher Shah. Sher Shah places a hand on his shoulder and says: "Hello old friend, haven't seen you in forever." Hari looks him dead in the eyes with tears in his own, stabs him with the hidden blade and lights the cannon. As Sher Shah is left grabbing for support, Hari leaves saying, "Goodbye, you deserved better. Don't forgive me."

The Canon blows up, taking Sher Shah with it as Hari puts on his hood and disappears into the smoke.

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Agra, 1643: An elderly assassin overlooks the transport of several marble boxes into the inside of a mausoleum being built on the banks of the Yamuna. The Emperor approaches him and says, "Baba Birbal, is that satisfactory?"

The assasin smiles and assures Emperor Shah Jahan that he has done the country and the world a great debt. He remarks in passing to some Hariharan Punditji, that his work is now complete.

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The Brave of Gold Goldran Episode Guide

‘Goldran  (1995) follows the adventures of three young boys who are tasked with finding alien robot fighters, or Braves, that is sleeping in the form of crystals. Their major antagonist is the flamboyant and thoroughly incompetent Walter, and the villains that follow him are often similarly humorous.

All episodes can be watched on Youtube right here! (If I, personally, really dislike an episode and see no point to it I will but “pointless filler” at the end of it, for my own sanity’s sake)

Episode 1: First episode, ENTER DRAN THE BRAVE OF GOLD!

Episode 2: Going to Egypt, ENTER ADVENGER!

Episode 3: Goes to Toconut Island and helps out the locals

Episode 4: GOes to the jungle, Walter nearly burns the whole thing down, ENTER JET SILVER!

Episode 5: There’s a need for speed and the boys enter a race! ENTER STAR SILVER!

Episode 6: The boys become royal bodyguards for a day! ENTER DRILL SILVER!

Episode 7: The Braves are lured into a trap and must defend themselves! POWER UP, SILVERION!

Episode 8: The boys get caught up in a museum robbery while searching for the next power stone

Episode 9: The boys become pirates for a while and we hear the worst pirate song ever made. (Pointless filler)

Episode 10: The boys go off in search of dragons (whoever wrote this episode should be fired.) (Pointless filler)

Episode 11: Walter gets super inspired by this manga he’s reading and Advenger goes full on Mom on his ass when the boys end up injured! POWER UP ADVENGER!

Episode 12: The Braves end up on thin ice and the boys have to save the people who decided, living on an iceberg was a good idea!

Episode 13: Walter goes to a kindergarten and adopts a bunch of kids.

Episode 14: The boys have a hard time adjusting to the responsibility of being the Brave’s Masters. ENTER SORAKAGE! ( (One of the best episodes) The actual episode were the Braves starts getting personalities for real, wow that sure took a while)

Episode 15: The whole team hates their newest addition and needs to learn to work together, luckily for them they’re being attacked by ninjas!

Episode 16: Sharanla kidnaps Walter and acts even crazier than usual, oh, also the world is about to be blown up.

Episode 17: A story of how the boy’s teacher become a champion in martial arts!

Episode 18: After a horrible battle with Walter, they all end up trapped in the Bermuda triangle! uh, cross? idk anymore.

Episode 19: Indiana Jones enters the scene and finds a golden phoenix!

Episode 20: Walter wants to make his life into a movie but it does not go according to plan!

Episode 21: The boys join a high-class train party and solve a theft! ENTER FIRE SILVER!

Episode 22: Sharanla goes out to become a magical girl so she can make Walter love her! (this girl is crazy omg) POWER UP, GOD SILVERION!

Episode 23: The boys want a vacation but end up stranded with Walter!

Episode 24: The boys go to Brazil in search of the last power stone and must defeat Walter in a very unfair soccer match!

Episode 25: Walter breaks a seal and frees an ancient cat demon who is turning everyone into cats!

Episode 26: Mostly flashbacks but also introduces the new antagonist.

Episode 27: Walter steps up his game and figures out a way to combine one of his robots with Golgon and the Braves are forced to go to drastic measures when they are nearly defeated

Episode 28: First part of a three-parter, Walter’s brother Serious enters the battle and everything becomes a lot more serious when the braves are defeated! ENTER GOLDEN GENERAL LEON AND KAISER!!!

Episode 29: Second part of the three-parter, Sharanla have stolen the power stones and is guarding them until she can give them to Walter, meanwhile, Serious springs his trap and Walters is suddenly aware of how his brother is there to replace him and not assist him.

Episode 30: Last part of the three-parter, Walter contemplates his options and when Serious and the boys finally catch up to him he has a big choice to make.

Episode 31: After resurrecting all the Braves the boys + Walter and Co. go to open up the path to Legendra, however, they are quickly stopped by Serious who’s taking one last effort to stop them.

(If this series was split into arcs, the second arc would start here.)

Episode 32: The Braves goes to the first planet, Fantasion and will have to protect the peaceful people there against the Iron Country and the demon god Mgole!

Episode 33: Dran accidentally impregnates a lady and has four kids, things go down when the kids, the boys and the rest of the town gets abducted to be sent off as slaves. Luckily there’s a friendly shark looking out for them.

Episode 34: The Braves land on the next planet where Takuya manages to drop the masters underground, where they have to make a prison break and lead Joan, a civilian, up to see the surface for the very first time.

Episode 35: The origin of Captain Shark, the 9th and secret Brave. Sharanla and Gramps got fooled by Serious and ends up in the middle of the battlefield, luckily for them there’s an old friend there to save them. THE LAST BRAVE, CAPTAIN SHARK!!

Episode 36: The Braves are in trouble as Serious has finished calculating their stats and sends a robot to defeat them. But not all goes according to plan when Captain Shark shows up and proves who’s the most powerful Brave.

Episode 37: The Braves arrive on Legendra! But not everything is as it appears to be and soon they have to fight in order to make it off the planet!

Episode 38: The boys form a boy band and become idols from space, but every good thing must come to an end as Serious catches up to them.

Episode 39: Advenger falls ill with a deadly decease and it’s up to the Braves to retrieve the vaccine from Serious, who have manufactured a new and powerful robot. But Captain Shark has a trick up his sleeve like always and is ready to save the day!

Episode 40: The Braves lands on a planet inhabited entirely by kids and ends up in a war between brothers. Yikes.

Episode 41: In an attempt to get ahead of the Braves, Serious lands on the planet of Miradise where he ends up trapped in his own biggest dream. Here he must come to terms with what he truly wish for.

Episode 42: Serious lands ahead of the Braves on the next planet and is “taken in” by the survivors of a monster attack. Here he meets a girl who reminds him a little too much of his mother and what’s this? Does this boy have a heart!?

Episode 43: The boys are completely convinced that Serious is not as bad as he seems... but then he tries to blow up another planet while they’re still on it, luckily the Braves are able to unlock a new super weapon!

Episode 44: The Braves are locked out from Legendra by an impenetrable gate, they need Serious to cooperate to be able to break through, but is a truce really a good idea?

Episode 45: Walter goes to confront his brother about his actions and the Braves rushes off to save him! However, as one thing leads to another Serious’ starship suffers heavy damage and everyone are forced to evacuate, everyone but one.

Episode 46: First part out of three. The true antagonist is revealed and as the boys wish for Serious to have a change of heart he gets one last chance to redeem himself, one that is unfairly ruined and leaves the Braves in a heap of trouble. 

Episode 47: Second part out of three. As Serious tries to destroy Legendra the Braves unlock their true power in order to stop him and the boys once again board Serious’ robot to save him from himself. But as everything settles Death Mark has finally reached the Braves, threatening to destroy everything.

Episode 48: Final episode!! The Braves arrive on Legendra and the heroes have to make an important choice when it comes to the grand reward, but the adventure isn’t over yet because Treasure Walzac has just arrived!

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