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faeryarchives · 4 months

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more than words (sebek zigvolt & silver x gn!reader)

requested by anon: Hey, hopefully still open! I hope I didn't break any rules, because it's kinda angsty, but tries my best no to be heavy. It'll be Silver and Sebek. Where Yuu eyes got injured and they need time to heal so their eyes got bandage and blind temporary. The idea is from Naruto, where Hinata got eyes injury and Neji help silently. So imagine them still in pining state. Helping their crush silently :"). note: hi anon! no you did not break any rules but i made it both headcanon and scenario wise hihi other fics: heartslabyul with a furina-like reader & savanaclaw with a furina-like female reader & i'm not jealous !! (savanaclaw x gn!reader) & to my beloved (octavinelle x gn!s/o)

⚘ sebek zigvolt

sebek didn't mean for it to happen - everything went like a blur and the only thing he remembered vividly is how you start panicking and crying out how you can't see anything

if he knew that helping you and your group out would lead to a disaster, he would just stayed in his lane

"(name)!" sebek immediately ran towards you, assisting you in maintaining your balance as you tried to prevent any more of the alchemy liquid from coming in contact with your eyes. "henchman, are you alright?!" grim ran at the speed of light - wiping the disaster off your face. "i'm fine, you guys! just give me a minute." crewel made his way towards you worriedly. "little pup, can you open your eyes?" sebek watched you open your eyes, only to look disturbed for a reason. "...? why is everything so blurry?" you started to blink rapidly to try to make the blurriness of your vision away, only for it to worsen, and the light was not helping. instead - it just made everything worse. "i'm kidding, everything is not fine. i can't see anything. every time i try to blink it hurts!" "... i think you should take some time off of class."

all he wanted was to help you out 🙁 did he messed up again?

he couldn't help but feel down even after being graced with malleus presence which caused the diasomnia trio to notice his odd behavior

"it turns out child of man got into an accident?" "and regrettably - it's all my fault." "then why don't you go and help them out? i'm sure they will appreciate it."

that is why sebek found himself trailing behind you silently - watching over you while grim went out to fill in your classes

seeing the bandage around your eyes made him feel more guilty that is why he opt to not reveal his presence

reaching out for your water bottle but it's out of reach? you will miraculously find it next to you after one minute + during the morning there is already breakfast served for you and grim and you knew that ace and deuce definitely didn't do it

it's not like you were that dumb to not notice anything especially when you hadn't tripped over anything + not knowing how sebek would prevent himself from screaming and immediately grabbing the random things on the floor for you to not slip

oh you only know the surface how this man would look at you with so much care to the point that the ghosts felt like they were intruding on the both of you

helping and guiding you around became a part of sebek's regular routine; honestly, he was so happy he got to assist you in his own way! and he got to see many sides of you, too - flustered after almost tripping down the stairs, getting frustrated in opening things after trying to force the lid to the opening direction and such.

it became a surprise to him how well you adapt to your situation, especially when you start to look in his direction - as if you knew who he was. imagine his shock when you finally took several steps forward and reached out your arm only to press it against his chest.

"sebek, it's you who's helping me around, right?

"…! how did you-?!"

"you are not as sneaky as you think. don't you know the charm I gave you as a gift has a certain sound?" your hands seem to find his own, and you finally gently wrap them in your touch.

"i was wondering why you are staying silent all this time though."

"the alchemy accident was all my fault! how can i face you after causing you to lose your vision?"

"you said it yourself; it was an accident. you didn't intend this to happen." sebek felt some pressure around his cheek from you pinching it - his eye focused on how you still have that same smile you would give him daily.

"why don't we keep each other company right now? do you listen to podcasts?"

⚘ silver

silver knew that what he feels about you is more than a platonic one + but seeing you with your other friends so happy makes him feel like he doesn't deserve you

so silver decided to maintain his distance and vowed to protect you from afar

but it became one of his regrets as he stood there helplessly and watched you get injured after helping ruggie to escape from an overblotted leona

okay, tackling leona and pushing the hyena out of his hold may not be a good idea. still, at least it worked out! "ruggie, are you okay?" you tried walking to the wounded second-year, eventually failing due to the sudden sharp pain you felt around your foot. 'fuck, must have cushioned my fall on the wrong foot...' you clicked your tongue in annoyance and tried to stand up ever so slowly, failing to realize the screams of your friends and a compelling presence looming from behind until it was too late. "behind you, idiot! why are you just standing there?!" an irk mark appeared on your head after hearing ace scream from the crowd. "who are you calling an idiot?!" "that's your priority?" your blood ran cold after finally realizing that leona was only an arm's length from you. life flashing right literally before your eyes. 'oh, i'll be damned...' "(name)!" silver didn't know how he did it but his body moved before his mind could, already running towards you and leona in fear of losing you - his hand already holding his wand tightly, but he couldn't think of any spells to cast. the damage was already done by the time the knight reached you and carried you away. "please be okay. please be okay, please be okay—" silver froze when you start to reach out towards him, your hands were now start to bleed from the excessive cracking of your skin. but the worst was yet to come. "s-silver? is that you?! i can't see anything!" "...what?" "it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much. why won't it stop?!" the second year could feel his heart drop as you start to cry out in pain and how it will forever haunt him even to his dreams. "i'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, i promise."

it turns out you were not accustomed to experiencing highly accumulated mana and it affected most of your senses especially your eyesight

that is why crowley suggested you to take some time off + resulting you to have bandages around your eyes to avoid it to get irritated by light

you were expecting your healing time to be hard as to not being used to not seeing things - but it was like there was a uardian angel around you always

"grim, did you rearrange the dorms or something?" "me? not me! those things are heavy looking you know." "huh, maybe i am just lucky to be able to reach the things i need?" "mmm, maybe! i just remembered i asked deuce to help me bake your favorite food with trey!" "...you're leaving me alone?!" "i'll leave them to you, nya!"

that was the time when you realize someone was helping you around and it was certainly not grim 😭 i mean his little paws wouldn't be able to cook (favorite food) with him just alone

ace and deuce are good friends even though they are trouble makers but they could never be this silent 👩🏻‍⚖️

sometimes you would almost catch your secret helper only for them to suddenly disappear from your range and the people you were thinking off were slowly getting crossed out in your mind and it only leaves one person - silver

"i'll be out again nya! don't miss me too much, i'm going to bake your favorite food!"

"and i am alone once again." you tapped your finger against the table, humming and wondering if your secret helper is still around. "is anyone there?" what came as a question was only answered with pure silence - except for the birds chirping outside.

"…i'm kinda bored."

with the ghosts and grim being absent from the dorm made it lonelier for you - not used to the silence. you leaned your head on the dining table out of boredom; after days of being unable to attend class, you can't believe you missed listening to lectures!

"i think i can remove it right now right?" contemplating for a while,you remove the bandage around your eyes, wincing at the sudden brightness but rather than seeing only blurry things - your eyesight were slowly becoming clear until your sight came back to normal.

"woah… i can finally see again-"

"oh…" the moment you can finally see clearly, your eyes met shocked auroral-like hues revealing silver a few feet away from you with his arm already reaching out towards you as if prepared to catch you any moment.

"i knew it! it was you silver!" after being exposed, silver couldn't help but take a few steps back, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding your gaze. a light hue of red coating the apple of his cheeks.

"how did you know it was me?" you stood up and walk up to him - unknowingly giving him a soft smile that made his heart flutter.

"no one is as gentle and quiet as you are." pointing your finger over his shoulder, silver turned around to see a familiar group of small animals hanging around your dorm. "and i only know one person that animals love."

silver sighed before sitting on the chair next to him, holding his head in his hands. "… i feel so angry at myself for not being able to help you back then. that's why i thought-"

"thank you for saving me and even helping me while i am healing."

"you are not mad?"

"why would i be? hey, would you mind if you introduce me to your little friends?"

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst sebek #twst silver #silver twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #silver x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #twisted wonderland sebek #sebek x reader #faeryarchives

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tcfactory · 4 months

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I have an idea I will need to ruminate on later to flesh it out more, but it goes something like this:

Shang Qinghua is God of the World, in the sense that he was a god who got a premonition of a Calamity that would destroy the entire world. So to prevent that all the gods pool their power to separate the world into one where all the mythology and stuff is real and a copy that's basically a low-magic/no-magic version that will be safe from said Calamity. They make the System to keep the two separated-but-connected and to help Shang Qinghua remake the original world when the time is right. Shang Qinghua, as the god who foresaw the looming disaster and was pivotal in averting it got tasked with taking the remaining divine power and going to the other world to hide from the Calamity and write the world back into existence once it's all over.

Except something goes wrong. One world is destroyed as anticipated, but Shang Qinghua has lost his godly powers and his memories when he got placed into the no-magic world. He's just our poor author friend Airplane bro.

The System is so relieved when the creator finally starts to write that it immediately implements it all without screening - System has been programmed to be very efficient! It can extrapolate from the smallest crumbs to recreate the world and its history in full! When Shang Qinghua has written enough that the world is back to its fully functioning glory the System is meant to bring the author-creator back to survey the world, but it does an oopsie and hey, transmigration! The restrictions on having to follow the plot are there so Airplane can experience the the life of a human in this recreated world as he had written it, so that corrections can be made before the new world is finalized. The 'Return Home' function isn't meant to take Shang Qinghua back to the other world, it's meant to turn him back into a proper God of the World(s) so he can make revisions, with full admin access. That's why it can't be dismissed permanently, it will happen eventually when Shang Qinghua reaches the end of his life or ascends.

The PIDW world also exists, as a backup copy in a way? So god Qinghua can always look at it and check what the effects of his revisions are. It's real enough that Bingge gets to hop over to the SVSSS world for his appearance in the extras.

Shen Qingqiu gets the System's attention because during his qi deviation he briefly makes contact with his incarnation in the other world and gets a full set of copies of Shen Yuan's memories. Someone who has read the Divine Work and can help keep Airplane on track with the plot and in character, because System is getting really agitated that its god is trying really hard to get out of what the System perceives as a short roleplay session. So it locks Shen Jiu's memories away for the time being and let's 'Shen Yuan' lose on the world.

A lock that gets eventually removed shortly after canon SVSSS ends. And the Shen Jiu personality and all his memories take priority because they are the ones that originally belong to this incarnation.

It's a big old mess, waking up and realizing that he lived the last couple of years as if he was a spoiled young master, shoved against his will into someone else's life. The memories from Shen Yuan's life in the other world are faded - still there, but they don't have as much of an effect on him anymore - but the things he felt and experienced since his qi deviations are all very vivid and very disorienting.

He needs time, to make sense of himself. He needs to think and he needs to be away from Binghe for a while, because the jealous disdain he felt for the child who had all the inherent gifts needed for success but still acted the helpless sheep and the love 'Shen Yuan' felt for adult Binghe are both there, equally vivid.

When he comes out of secluded meditation he's... different. Not cruel Shen Jiu, not kind Shen Yuan, but something in between. Much closer to the former, to the initial displeasure of most everyone who's not Yue Qingyuan, but there are aspects of the person he became in the last few years that he refuses to let go.

The eventual talk with Luo Binghe is beyond uncomfortable. It's not easy to admit to someone so much more powerful than him that he's more of the person Binghe hated rather than the person he loved. He's not the kind shizun, he refuses to pretend to be. If Luo Binghe wants to leave, there could be a way for him to go to Shen Yuan, who is the closest thing, but Binghe should keep in mind: that's not the person who has fallen in love with him. He likely would, if given a chance to meet Binghe, but they don't have history together.

He tells him that despite everything, the person Shen Qingqiu is now still loves Luo Binghe - loves him differently so things will need to change, but this is all he can offer. If Luo Binghe is willing to give it a try and see if he can love this sharper, more cruel Shen Qingqiu back, then Shen Qingqiu will not push him away.

#svsss #Shang Qinghua #Shen Qingqiu #Shen Jiu #Luo Binghe #tc writes #the original shen yuan is fine in this scenario btw #they got him into the hospital for high fever and stuff but he eventually recovered to live a full happy life as a scathing lit critic #anyway this is either bingjiu or bingjiuyue depending on whether sqq thinks of yqy as a brother or not #and can you imagine the mess when they finally ascend as like one of the first set of gods for this new world #and there's the vacant throne of the heavenly emperor waiting for SQH and oh shit he now remembers most of what happened #dumbass author. dumbass airplane. well the least he can do with his new op powers is give lbh and mbj access to the heavens

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kortsitron · 1 year

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Sickness

Pairing: Ramattra × Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: vomiting

Summary: You're sick and Ramattra is trying his best to take care of you

Author’s Note: I was a bit sick lately and this is how I got this idea. Honestly I think Ramattra trying to take care of a sick reader, not knowing how to take care of humans and trying his best would be cute. Also don't worry, I'm not gonna write constantly about Ramattra, I'm just really into him rn lol

✶ Ramattra knew a lot about humans, especially when it came to hurting them and killing them, but other things were a mystery to him

✶ So when you were sick, he completely had no idea what to do

✶ Of course, he asked what he should to help you

✶ After being told soup would help, he really wished he was a human so cook he a least a little bit experience with food

✶ He was relieved because of the existence of internet, because without, the soup would be a complete disaster

✶ You came to kitchen wrapped in blanket to see him with a phone in his hands, talking quietly to himself

✶ It was a cute sight

✶ When the soup was done, he really wished he had mouth and esophagus so he could taste the dish he made for you, only thing he could do is pray for it to taste good

✶ The soup wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst either, but you appreciated the fact that he tried

✶ Due to the fact Ramattra is an Omnic and he couldn't get sick, he agreed to accompanying you and cuddling with you

✶ Coughing and sneezing will make ask if you're alright

✶ If you really feel really tired and don't feel like leaving your bed, Ramattra will bring you medicine

✶ Ramattra, unfortunately not experienced with sick humans and medicine, will bring you just it and he's gonna think you can swallow it without problem, to second later run to bring you water after you started coughing at the bitter taste of the pills

✶ He's gonna apologize for his lack of knowledge run after you drank the water and stopped coughing

✶ After that he's gonna be really careful with you, doing anything he can to prevent anything like that from happening again

✶ If you want to take a nap, you can lay on your head on his lap or just cuddle with him

✶ He might not admit right away, but he really enjoyed how calmly you looked while sleeping

✶ Vomiting will make him worry and slightly panic inside, if it happen to be somewhere on the floor or just anywhere else than toilet, he will tell you to lay down and he's gonna clean it up for you

✶ After that, he will definitely keep an eye on you and not leave you alone, unless you ask him to

✶ Need to get medicine? Just tell him the names of it and he will get for you, Ramattra is not going to let you go out, when you're sick

✶ Some people get really sensitive to light when they're sick and if you're one of them, he's not gonna mind sitting in the dark with you

✶ If he really didn't have anything important to do, he's going to stay with you and take care of you until you're healthy again

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch imagines #ramattra x gender neutral reader #ramattra x reader #ramattra #gender neutral reader #gender neutral language #sick reader #overwatch headcanons #ramattra headcanons

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hereliesbou · 27 days

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I AM GOING TO INFO DUMP ABOUT MY LATEST TWOMP AU AND YOU CAN EITHER JOIN ME IN MY FANDOM INDUCED DELIRIUM OR IGNORE ME LIKE AN ANNOYING STREET PREACHER.

I suffer from, "i like to put my guys in any and all kinds of situations" syndrome. It's chronic.

Anyway: The Harbinger AU (is what im calling it for now) I started thinking about this au today on my walk, so don't expect a complete idea. Just stuff I need to scream about. 😭 Anyway, the au- it's like this gloomy, apocalyptic, four horseman inspired type of deal, where Argos, Mr. Plant, Mr. Flower and even Thorn (he's a part of all of my au's and has been for quite some time now and im not sorry, i'm very attached to him) are all these beacons of death and destruction and the sole reason for their existence is to bring an end to all life. But they don't know it. Not right away at least, and it takes them a long time to put all the pieces together cause that would be one hell of a conclusion to come to right away. All they know is, for as long as they can remember, strange and awful things happen all around them all of the time. They are like conduits for bad luck, just spreading it like a disease to everyone around them at all times and they've always been helpless to stop it. The bad shit they cause for people starts out small and always out of their control. Family members experiencing financial crisis, friends always getting hurt or in trouble around them, people losing things. But the longer people spend around them, the more the misfortune snowballs until it rolls up into a tragedy. "School bus driver passes out at the wheel, collision with oncoming train. Students on board and no survivors." "Local high school evacuated due to dangerous chlorine related incident. Swim team in critical condition." "Small town man kills entire family, leaves cryptic message on living room wall and commits suicide." Etc. And the older they get, the worse the incidents become. They start to effect things on a grander scale and start to realize they can do things people shouldn't be able to do. Manipulate people and the world around them in unnatural ways, like a maestro guiding their orchestra. And at first they try to use this to help people around them, to try to prevent tragedy from striking, but it never seems to work. Always the same outcome. Misfortune after misfortune, followed by some horrible disaster, like fate was sending a message. Trying to let them know. I should clarify also, that all four of them, Argos, Mr. Plant, Thorn, Mr. Flower, experience all of this alone up to a point and only find each other a little later on in life, with some slight exceptions. I like to think Mr. Flower and Mr. Plant find each other in the midst of one of the many disasters they cause. Some kind of trauma bonding perhaps, and they slowly begin to realize that one does not effect the other the same way they effect everyone else. They are immune to each other. And so they remain together. And of course Argos comes in similarly to cannon, absolutely obsessing over Mr. Plant. He's still captivated by the man but I also think he's drawn to him for similar reasons to Mr. Flower and Mr. Plant. He is different. He is unbothered. he is safe. They both are. In fact, I think they're all drawn to each other. Even Thorn blows into the area coincidentally and stumbles on these guys, fully expecting to make trouble for them, but it never comes. And how curious that is. I'd like to think that the four of them are meant to destroy the world together, and that the everyone would be much safer if all of them never found each other but again, they don't know that. What they do know, is that they're finding people who they can't hurt just by being around. For once, they're finding people who won't resent them for their presence and the dread filled pall that hangs over them. And as they cling to one another and learn more about the other, they realize they're all experiencing the exact same thing, and so they all set out to find out if there's a way to stop it, thereby officially and unknowingly, setting in motion the end of all things. This is all I have so far since i just started chewing on this idea today. But i've half wondered about what kind of outcome this would actually end in.

Will there be an end to all things? Or will there be some kind of happy ending? I dunno. I love happy endings as much as I love tragic ones, and as much as I love thinking about the four of them being able to continue on with their lives normally instead of having to worry about stuff, I also daydream about an outcome where they learn their roles and just hang their heads and accept it, thereby becoming active participants in the end of the world. At least they'll die together. I feel like this is one of those au's where you could just easily replace the character's with all original ones lmaoooo. I have a few of those types of stories, but I'm way too attached to these guys to do it. orz Besides, i don't have it in me to make something out of this anyway, so it'll stay in my head until i'm hit with enough energy to do more than just daydream about it.

Some other fun ideas I've played around with for this au include:

Abilities based on their insecurities. I have this other au i've been obsessing over since I joined the twomp fandom, which was like... July sometime? Last year. And we're a few months away from my 1 year anniversary, yay!!!

Anyway, obviously my main focus for that au is Mr. Plant and Argos, but also Mr. Flower and Thorn are also central to the whole thing, and a huge part of the focus for that au is everyone's relationship with each other and the shit they deal with.

In short, the four of them work thru things together and it's messy and it's angsty, and there's drama and distrust and betrayal and murder, etc. etc. you get the picture. I've kind of taken those ideas about them and transferred some of them them over to this au.

Point is, each of them struggle with a lot of things, but there's always one main thing that's like the eye of the storm. The cause of everything else wrong with each of them.

For Mr. Plant it's his dislike of people. It's more of a distrust in the au. Distrust of others, distrust in himself to be able to be around others. So he just avoids. Stays where he can't be seen and bothered until he absolutely has to be somewhere.

And so when things go from bad to worse and Mr. Plant starts to develop unnatural abilities, they feed off of his need to stay in the dark. To stay out of sight.

Like being able to fuck with electricity and even your vision. He can also teleport a little bit. But like- you know the first twomp episode where the narrator is like, "Sometimes Mr. Plants like to be watched, likes to be seen and sometimes he doesn't" (paraphrasing) and he like jumps from the bed to be directly in front of the camera? More like that.

Thorn is similar in that his abilities are meant to conceal in a way. His problem is that he feels he can't measure up. He's got standards set for himself that are far too high, and they're all based on expectations set on him. But he's too proud to admit when he needs help, so he puts on an act all the time. Boastful and loud and always grinning. And always making promises he can't keep.

He's all smoke and mirrors, and so smoke becomes his weapon. The cloud of illusion and confusion. His cigarette smoke will leave your head spinning and unable to tell up from down or if what you're seeing is real or not.

Poor Argos has abandonment issues, everyone around him dying or running away from him. He is unlovable and everyone tells him so in some fashion or another. So he clings to people, obsesses, watches them, learns who they are and what they want and molds himself into their preferred person.

He's become so good at watching and learning and discerning that he can manifest all of one's deepest secrets and desires into a third eye on his subject's forehead, and all he has to do is look into it and everything is laid bare for him.

The downside is that this often leaves the subject in a ruined state of mind, hysteria, severe paranoia, stuff like that.

Mr. Flower's is a very special one, and one that doesn't get used often.

He doesn't like it.

I've always imagined Mr. Flower as the straight man of the group in any au. Always the voice of reason, always trying to make violence a last resort. So i felt this ability he has would be absolutely fun to give him.

I imagine that everyone here- Argos, Mr. Plant, Thorn and Mr. Flower, would eventually come to have issues with other people in some way, given the situation they're in. They've lived a lonely existence up until they found each other. Scared to hurt people, scared to be ostracized, wanting to belong but not wanting to cause problems. Maybe it's caused them to eventually give up on others. Maybe even push people away.

I imagine Mr. Flower being the worst offender for that type of behaviour. To the point where's he's driven someone close to him to commit suicide. And it's always hung over him, always haunted him, always weighed on his mind. For Mr. Flower, it was somehow the worst thing he's ever done to someone despite all the bad luck he's given people, because this felt like the one thing that didn't have to happen.

At least with the bad luck, all that had been completely out of his control. But the suicide... The suicide was directly his fault. All the ways he'd hurt that person, the things he'd done and the words he'd said to them. Until it was too much and then they were gone.

And so i've given Mr. Flower the ability to force people to kill themselves just by speaking it. But the kicker is, he has to know their biggest insecurity to do it. But once he has it, their life is in his hands.

And he hates it.

The way I've always interpreted Mr. Flower is being this tired and high strung kind of guy. He seems rough around the edges, but he's not mean. He's actually very kind and gentle but he can be a bit naggy. He's a worry wort. He and Argos have a lot of similarities in my au's, with the difference being that Argos struggles with overwhelming violent emotions when sufficiently pushed and Mr. Flower does not.

Among other things.

ANYWAY

I like the idea of each of their issues and abilities somehow resembling and/or complimenting one another to further drive home how intertwined they all are. Four separate fates bound together.

Or some silly thing like that.

Anyway, this last part is not set in stone. I'm just babbling. But it's a fun idea even if it gets scrapped later. But if you made it this far then... uh... would you like a pepsi?

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azreactstowormtheserial · 5 months

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Overboard [8.1-11.8]

SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE SCROLL WHEN YOU HIT KEEP READING

--Yeah... Sorry for not keeping to that 'one arc at a time' promise. But whilst I'm in medical-recovery mode I have nothing better to do than Worm [The Serial] my afternoons away.

And look at that! I'm 1/3 through all of the main story. At least, by Arc-No. ? My friend said come the end of Arc 8, I'd graduated from 'Early Worm'. Should I be scared or happy to be gradually approaching 'Late Worm'?

Speaking of.

ARC 8 -- EXTERMINATION

Title Accurate.

ARC 9 -- SE

Okay, okay. I'll talk about Arc 8. It's a little weird to talk about as a whole. Way easier in the moment, reacting to things as they happen.

"1 in 4 of you (at least) will die."

Tattletale "down".

Aegis, Gallant, Iron Falcon, Mr. G,

Taylor -breaking her spine -- she could have died!

And I thought I couldn't handle the stress of the inter-group dynamic potentially crumbling at the end of Arc 7. Don't worry, we'll get to that.

The endbringers are a terrifying concept. Like, what do you do? Wear it down, hundreds dying to prevent hundreds of thousands from dying, only for it to recover for a few years, months, who knows-- before it attacks somewhere else, almost unprompted?

Almost. I have no idea what it was doing, edging slowly towards Coil's base like a fucking NGE Angel. That's almost as scary.

It just, picked people off. Indiscriminantly.

Kaiser. A powerful, influential-- horrible excuse for a human being, but still, a major player-- he's just dead! Just like that!

I'd started to like a few of The Wards towards the the end of Arc 6, I think. At first it was easy to group them into a 'haha these kids don't know any better, they're really snot-nosed about being heroes'-- which feels a lot nicer a label than what's actually happening.

They're just kids! 15, 16, Vista is 13. 13! Kids that've had a traumatic past, in one way or another. Up against, and dying to, an existential threat. Sentinel really helped put this into perspective.

I'd love to talk about individual moments that I thought were cool; Tattletale's analysis of Leviathan, The truce between heroes and villains, Clockblocker absolutely stepping the fuck up and pretty much clutching the entire fight. But I need to talk about Armsmaster.

(These few lines saved me.)

ARMSMASTER. You horrific excuse for a human being. Jeopardizing CHILDREN'S LIVES, YOUR COMRADES LIVES, PEOPLE'S LIVES-- AND FOR WHAT!?!?!?!?

WAIT NO STOP NO

I absolutely hate this fucking guy. How do you ruin everything in the middle of a natural(?) disaster killing thousands.

(Did I mention Shadow Stalker is Sophia. Huh. That's interesting! I'm sure it won't come up again.)

The arc ends really bittersweet.

I'm really sorry, Bitch. Showing up and saving Taylor was an amazing moment, but that's over half of your closest family, just gone.

But, I totally called it.

I know I wanted to take a break after all that, but I couldn't just leave it at "I told her my answer." -- I had to find out what it was!! So, after a few hours of psyching myself up, I got straight into the Interlude.

ARC 8 -- INTERLUDE [COIL]

How do you beat Coil? What -happened- to Coil to give him this power? Applied perfectly, his power makes him practically invulnerable. One of his only weak points being the immediacy after closing his second universe.

I still don't know how to feel about Coil. He's said in vague terms that his plan for Brockton Bay was to improve. Taylor, I think, took this to mean that people's livelihoods would be better. People would have food, shelter, water. But it's so difficult to tell, even with a direct view into his mind like this interlude gave. All I know is that this is a plan he's put a considerable amount of time and his life towards-- it has to mean a lot to him and he has to be strong in his ideals. I only hope that he isn't utterly insane.

Because if he is? If his motives are 'evil', unjust-- if you can even say they have the potential to be just, with how he operates-- I don't know if anyone can beat him.

...

Shit.

ARC 9 -- SENTINEL

This arc was nice. The breather I needed, and was worried I wouldn't get, after Arc 8's Interlude.

I mentioned that I'd started to like The Wards a little earlier in the story, so the emotional beats really worked here for me. And even if I didn't, this arc'd easily have been a turning point.

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[Az.Interlude: Obligatory Wards (And Co.) Tier List]

Bold means #1 in each thing if there's more than 1.

S [Super :)] - Flechette, Glory Girl, ****Shadow Stalker****, Vista

A [A cool character] - *Clockblocker, Gallant, Kid Win, Panacea, ****Weld***

B [Baegis Tier] - Aegis

C [Cant Remember] - Browbeat

(Sorry Browbeat, who apparently died offscreen in Arc 8.)

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I say it's nice, but really we're just seeing a few kids grieve the deaths of their friends. Is that what 'nice' is, in Worm?

Sophia/Shadow Stalker is growing into a more and more interesting character. Though everyone got their fair share of attention, I found her scenes, like the one with Flechette in 9.2, quite interesting.

I* think something really awful happened to Shadow Stalker. *

A lot of my thoughts on Arc 9 I think are just snippets at characters I like. I really liked Weld, and felt 'kinda bad for him. He's trying his best! He's just walking into all this mess.

Vista's chapter made me cry. She's so strong for standing up to Shadow Stalker like that! And the story's tackling on trying to 'fill in' somebody's role after they've passed really hit me like a freight train.

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[Az.Interlude 2: Now Obligatory Protectorate (and Dragon) Tier List]

S [This is actually based off of the arc 10 interlude, wait for that.] - Dragon

A [Assault- Oh] - Miss Militia

B [Battery] - Battery

C [Cool? I think?] - Assault, Triumph, Velocity

D ['Dunno] - [Anyone who I haven't remembered. I don't know that many...]

F [Fucking Armsmaster] - Guess who

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9.3 was a nifty chapter, too. It's probably the only instance of a 'character are bored in an exposition-lecture' that I've actually thought was pretty well done?

Also, it's nice to get some Clockblocker characterisation. He gets a pass for his flaws because of his context. I do hope his dad ends up getting healed-- but the scenario as a whole really makes me feel for Amy/Panacea. There's so much suffering in the world, and it's -technically- preventable. Just through her. How much of a weight on her shoulders is that?

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[Az.Interlude 3: Favorite Arcs]

S - [Super Good Arc] [4. Shell] [8. Extermination] [9. Sentinel] [10. Parasite.]

A [A really good Arc] - [11. Infestation] [6. Tangle] [7. Buzz]

B [Breally good] - [1. Gestation] [2. Insinuation] [3. Agitation]

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(See what I'm doing there, by the way? Interlude Arc? Load of Interlude Tier lists? Whatever.) KID WIN ADHD TINKER REP!!!!

I think that's my cue to hop on over to

ARC 10 -- PARASITE

Okay, sure, sure-- Taylor's back, but on uneasy terms, swallowing her pride, sure--

ALEC. ALEC! I THOUGHT YOU JUST MADE PEOPLE TRIP! And I thought even how -that- power was utilized was a little horrifying. This is just... I mean. I'll talk about it some more in the interlude.

Hi Imp! It's nice to meet you! Where'd you come from? Or maybe she was here the whole time, and that's her power--

Imp's neat. I like her power, and I'm hoping we see more of her! She doesn't quite live up to the rest of the gang just yet, but, I mean-- they've been around 9 more arcs. I was wondering if The Undersiders were going to recruit some more members...

This Arc's short but sweet. An infiltration à la the bank robbery, some fights with some superheroes-- and, Dragon!!! Dragon is so cool!!! I love Dragon!!!! We'll get there!!!!

I expected Bitch and Taylor to have a proper confrontation about everything, but... She really just sabotaged her mid-mission? Taylor's beatdown of her was unfortunately deserved-- like, c'mon. You're hurt. More than any of the others, really. But you didn't even 'eye for an eye' her, you went ahead and 'eye for a head' or whatever the relevant saying'd be. I

*really

* hope she takes her up on that offer.

Everything was going alright, even if Dragon'd appeared and made the escape a little tricky. And, oh. A meeting with Coil. Maybe Taylor can hash things out, and come up with a deal that reflects her--

So. That's one way to make an impression of a new overarching villain group. What the actual fuck, Jack. The absolute balls of this reveal-- I have no idea what to make of it, and already Jack just in how he's been described in passing, and-- this-- already made me clock him as a huge threat. I can't wait to see how this goes. I'm sure it'll go great. I'm sure.

ARC 10 -- INTERLUDE [ALEC]

Alec, alecalecalec-- What the actual fuck. I really should have thought twice when Lisa clocked you as a sociopath on first sight. This chapter was scary. Even Sophia doesn't deserve that. The "breach of privacy" -- if you can even -call- it that, with how far it went, made me sick to my stomach.

It's 'kinda crazy that this is just something that continued word-for-word from an earlier chapter. What else has happened directly after Taylor's POV left a scene? What has she missed?

I'm sure this won't come back to bite Taylor in the ass.

Or that.

I think something really awful happened to Shadow Stalker. [2]

Even after all that. I still like Alec. I think. In his own, fucked up, twisted way, he's getting payback for Taylor. He just has no limit. And, I mean-- he is still a kid. That had a horrendous, abuse-ridden upbringing. I don't know. I'm allowed to have complicated feelings about the main cast!

ARC 10 -- INTERLUDE [DRAGON]

Dragon, on the other hand, is objectively fucking cool. She's not even human! What?! It's 2011! Or something like that. I'm a bit of a dork for the 'kinda stuff that the opening third of this chapter was. That it was layered with limitations, purposeful, intended ones that dig under Dragon's skin at all times-- that she's keeping this a secret from even her closest co-workers-- only made me root for her character even more. I'm hoping she's, uh. 'One of the good ones'? Is that how you'd put it? Weird considering she's a hero, but--

*Armsmaster. *Come on.

Oh, look. It came back to bite Taylor in the ass.

Taylor in Arc 11 ruminates on how she'd face losing her civillian identity. But I don't think she quite understands the ramification of it just yet. This is the beginning of the end, in that regard-- Dragon found her.

I'll try not to gush about an interlude too much just to get to Arc 11 and wrap up this post before the day's over, so I'll just leave it at:

*The conversation between Lung and Marquis was very interesting. ****I hope Amy is okay.***

Arc 11 -- INFESTATION (I haven't read the interludes yet! I thought the final base-11 was a good place to stop.)

The Merchants are pretty fucked up, huh? 'Might makes Right' as an actual group philosphy never works. And I don't think the leader's are -that- stupid. I wonder what their deal is?

And, yeah. I'll finally bring it up, Worm. You've got me. *I'm interested in whatever the fuck Case 53 is. *And so is Faultine, apparently. Let's hope they stay in touch with Lisa.

Skitter taking over her territory was rad. She'll make a great monarch! (Queen bee? Is there an insect joke you can make here?)

Whatever my views about how things should be handled, Taylor's helping people in the here and now, and keeping groups like The Merchants out. Helping families. I think what she's doing is right.

And, for once, it all works out! Not without a hitch. Or an underlying dread. Taylor being the arbiter of one of the more straight up 'bad' Merchant's fate is a little telling that her moral's have shifted, somewhat. She's more comfortable leaving someone to die than insisting they have the right to a fair trial, etc-- even if the situtation did totally call for it.

Faultline's crew showing up was neat. I don't think I've mentioned Labyrinth, actually. Her and Newter are my favorite of Faultline's crew. I might go back and re-read Gregor's interlude, just for another look at how Faultline runs things.

And, my god. Brian finally picked up some slack, after some nudging via Lisa. Good on her. The dynamic needs some work from the both of them to build up the trust they once had. But they'll be friends in no time. I hope. Everything's working out.

...

*Oh my god, No, Taylor you can't ****say it!***

Everything is going to go to shit, isn't it?

I don't want to read on anymore. Can't it stop right here? Taylor won, got her friends back? Please?

See you all on the other side. Promise it won't take as long.

#worm liveblog #worm spoilers #worm web serial #wormblr #liveblog

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Hi… I don't usually make requests so I hope I'm doing this right… Can I request a Napoleon x Jean for the Soulmates AU prompt, please?

No need to worry, it's perfectly right! Hope you enjoy and thanks for joining this round of requests! <3

[ 🌈 part of the character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests🌈 ]

For Different Universe, Same Love content creation challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.

content warnings: scars, light angst

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐔 ┅┅┅Napoleon x Jean

𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

"I don't help with the cooking, so I thought I could do that instead."

Napoleon is still busy gathering the broken porcelain pieces as Jean moves another plate into the kitchen sink, ready to scrub it to the point of destruction in a way only he knows how. Napoleon prevents the disaster from happening as he places a firm hold on the plate, taking it from Jean's hands.

"It's fine Jean, I'll finish here, you go rest. You should've asked me, you know I'd always lend you a hand."

"Napoleon...you've burned yourself."

Directing his own gaze to where Jean is looking, Napoleon sees the familiar scar on his left arm, brought to Jean's attention now that they're in close proximity, with the latter being good at avoiding such situations, normally. Napoleon offers a dry laugh.

"It's an old scar. No idea where I got it from. It's been on me since I woke up reincarnated in the mansion. Sebastian said it looks like a bird's wing, but I think that's just him trying to make me feel better because it doesn't seem to heal."

Jean stays silent, not realizing how the chain of him handing Napoleon plates to wash breaks as he freezes for a couple of seconds.

Before Napoleon can comment on how distracted his fellow soldier seems to be, to his attention is brought another thing to point out with curiosity.

"Your sleeves are all wet, why haven't you rolled them up? Here, let me-"

The words "don't, stop" are lost on Jean's lips as Napoleon's warm hands touch him; for someone as touchstarved as Jean, even the sensation of fingers working to roll the sleeves of his button-up is intense. Or at least that's the reason he comes up with to excuse the shameless excitement rushing in his heart.

"I'm sorry. I should've guessed you're hiding scars of your own."

Jean nods awkwardly, rolling the sleeve of his right arm back down in haste. The cycle is renewed as the pile of clean dishes gradually grows, thanks to the ex-emperor's help.

Unbeknown to him, Napoleon is sure about what he saw.

Amidst a sea of burnt scars, there was a small wing.

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kasienda · 25 days

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Celebrity Status: Ch 6 - Just Another Day

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Read on Ao3

Chapter 6: Just Another Day

“Who wakes up thinking I’m totally cut out to be a superhero?!” Ladybug asked. “No one. Certainly not me,” Ladybug said, laughing.

Adrien winced and x-ed out of the tab. He knew her comments hadn’t landed well before any commentary or analysis came out.

This was all his fault.

Turned out that while humility and self-deprecating humor played well for a wealthy privileged male teen model, the same traits were not admired in a female superhero tasked with saving the city over and over again.

He probably should quit as her PR coach before he made things worse, and he’d have to figure out how to make it up to her.

She groaned loudly behind him, burying her face into one of his throw pillows.

“It’s not that bad,” he insisted.

“You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“Is it working?”

“You always make me feel better,” she mumbled.

Heat burned across his face. He could not have heard that correctly.

“Oh god! Did I just say that out loud?”

He laughed, and let himself fall onto the couch next to her. “I’m glad that I can do something to help. Seems like I’m just making the rest of your life worse.”

“I promise you’re not. I’m a disaster enough at that all on my own. I don’t even care about the internet hating Ladybug at the moment. Like, who cares what they think.”

Adrien frowned. He knew that public opinion could matter a lot. He didn’t know how in this case, but his father poured hundreds of thousands into public relations for a reason.

“Right now, I just wish I could get my parents to stop repeatedly grounding me for literally saving the city! It’s not my fault Hawkmoth’s timing sucks!”

He had it easier than her in some ways. He usually was able to get away from his friends pretty easily by blaming his father. And it wasn’t that hard to get out of the mansion when no one paid attention to him.

At least Ladybug had parents who paid attention.

"Maybe you just need a more plausible explanation," Adrien suggested. “Is there something in your life that occasionally prevents you from doing your best, or being where you're supposed to be? Something that you could just exaggerate or stretch?"

She lit up, and smiled at him like he hung the moon. "We could say I'm having panic attacks! It wouldn't even be that much of a stretch since I've always had anxiety."

The comment was sobering. "You struggle with anxiety?" he asked quietly.

She blushed. "More than a little bit honestly."

"You seem so confident as Ladybug. Like nothing seems to faze you during akuma strikes."

"Yeah, when it's a disaster I handle it no problem! I guess I don't have time to overthink it? I just have to act? But the day to day things, I'm usually a mess."

“I can’t even imagine that.”

Her face turned beet red and she turned away. “Yeah,” she croaked. “My best friend could tell you some really embarrassing stories. Thank goodness you have no idea who she is!”

He smiled. “It’s a shame. I would love to pick her brain.”

…

Akuma attacks had become the bane of her existence. The akumas themselves weren’t that bad. But ever since her first interview had gone off the rails, it seemed reporters and journalists smelled blood in the water. They wouldn’t leave her alone.

Thank god for Chat Noir who usually knew what to say or would physically get between her and any microphone held out to capture another sound bite. But he had to bolt today - said he was about to be missed.

And this one particular lady would not get off her tail. She finally gave up, and whirled around.

“What?!” she roared.

The lady stumbled back. “I umm… I’m sorry! I wanted to speak to you about Alya Cesaire?”

Ladybug breathing quickened. Had they figured her out?

She supposed she didn’t need to lie about having panic attacks if she started having them for real.

“Wh-what about her?”

…

“Oh my god! Marinette! You won’t believe what happened!” Alya squealed.

Marinette tried not to grin. She had a little bit of an idea.

“The city is giving me an Award!”

“What?! No way! What for?” Marinette asked, now letting her smile run free reign. Alya deserved this.

“My blog was nominated for best citizenship reporting and I won! There’s gonna be an award ceremony and everything. I’m going to be the first minor ever to receive it! Ladybug herself is going to be there!”

“You’ve already met Ladybug!”

“I know, but– now, she’s gonna give me an award!” Alya turned to her, grinning so widely. “Will you go with me as my plus one?!”

Marinette’s chest tightened. “Oh! Umm… wouldn’t you rather go with Nino?”

“Absolutely not! He will be so bored!”

Marinette made herself smile. “Then of course I will be there,” she said, proud that her voice didn’t wobble at all. She had no idea how to pull this off.

The akuma alert went off.

Alya grinned excitedly at her while Marinette just wanted to groan.

“Looks like it’s time for this award-winning journalist to shine!” Alya squealed.

Marinette smiled fondly. At least one of them was getting something from all these akuma attacks.

She transformed and followed the sound of nearby explosions.

The akuma chased a group of teens slightly older than herself. One of them tripped. Ladybug swooped down and scooped her up just in time to dodge the blast of projectiles that struck the ground behind them.

The boy squirmed in her arms.

“Hold still. I’ve got you.”

But the boy only fought harder. “You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said. “I’m better off on my own.”

He broke free in the middle of her arc and fell like a lead weight to the ground forty meters below.

She let go of her yo-yo to chase him, but gravity wouldn’t let her fall any faster than him.

He landed with a horrible crunch and a scream.

Her miraculous cure healed him after the battle, but she could still see the agony on his face whenever she closed her eyes.

…

#miraculous ladybug fanfiction #ladrien #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ladrien with marichat tropes #romance #speed write #only write the fun parts #celebrity status #my own content

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people in my life keep having babies so childrearing has been on my mind recently. here's some vaguely homemade dynamite-compliant itadei baby headcanons no one asked for

so first i want to preface this with: i don't intend to actually write an itadei baby into homemade dynamite. this is more like "for those of you wondering how this would go down." my mikoto definitely wants grandbabies, so i have already written at least one conversation about a surrogate that they both hate lmao.

i don't think itachi would want kids. i do think he likes the idea of his loved ones having kids he gets to spoil. if sasuke or shisui had a kid? he's there! i think in his whacky itachi-brain he is capable of being like "if my partner had a baby, i would uncle that baby so hard" but is not into spawning his own offspring. weird, bad feelings there. i think he would struggle with connecting to his own baby unless the baby took after his partner (or sasuke lmao).

i think deidara has never once considered having a kid and the idea would freak him out. but also i think once the baby was a Thing in his life, he'd be much better at connecting with them then itachi.

all that being said: i think even though he theoretically has a duty as clan heir to produce more heirs, itachi would reject the idea of being the sperm donor. the baby is genetically deidara + some uchiha lady mikoto very carefully picked out.

i am going to make the baby a girl, for reasons of diversifying pronouns for writing. she has tiny hands with tiny mouths??? itachi was weirded out at first and didn't even want to talk to their poor surrogate but now he is in love. weird cute mini deidara

i recognize that itachi and deidara are both very likely to produce the most fucked up kid in the universe. however, i don't want to write about them fucking up a kid except in vaguely comedic ways, so i'm going with this angle: itachi and deidara do not give a shit what their kid wants to do with their spare time. they are very supportive of the kid just.... doing her own thing. it does not occur to them to intervene in "problems" until they are already happening.

your kid is failing class? oh shit, i guess we should make sure you do your homework. your kid bit someone? uuuh don't do that unless they really deserve it, i guess. your kid can't hold a fucking kunai? surely we taught her that--

the kid is deidara's and mikoto would only let a Top Kunoichi birth her grandbaby, so i want to kid to be the "disaster genius" brand of character. she picks up things infuriatingly easily but her parents have completely failed to give her real structure so her academy years are a lot of "okay so i don't actually know how to sharpen a kunai--"

she creates deeply stupid problems for herself, and she is then very good at solving them in increasingly unhinged ways. she is a "i put on a fire by adding more fire" type of person. a "i solved the problem by creating ten new problems" kid. a "i don't know how to do division but luckily i solved the question using backwards-multiplication, a thing i just made up that works exactly like division except it made my project partner cry." she is very bad at explaining herself to other people. her dads think she is fine and normal

so she is a very clever and talented kid, who does not have to work particularly hard to get ahead of her peers, but also she fucks up in new and spectacularly ways that prevent her from getting an ego. she is confident in her ability to figure out how to do whatever she wants to do and has a very "I can do it!!" attitude, but she doesn't particularly like applying herself to things she thinks are boring or she isn't immediately good at, which will cause problems for her once she graduates

she has a very strong sense of herself, so once the "imagine the SHEER DESTRUCTIVE POWERS of basically girl-deidara with a sharingan--" start happening, i think she'd reject the idea immediately. yes she DID set that abandoned building on fire, but you don't understand-- it was one part accident two parts an act of HEALING CREATION--

#fic: homemade dynamite #kid: IF YOU MAKE ME EAT MORE CARROTS I WILL GO MISSING-NIN--#itachi: don't do that. i'd have to go get you

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i like rs but whats the deal with celebi at the end? i feel like it wasnt really necessary and just weakened the ending

It doesn't bug me much. My beef with how the aftermath of RS was handled is in the arcs that follow it: The fact that the emerald arc doesn't even touch on the trauma these characters experienced during a literal apocalypse is annoying, but I think Celebi works well for several reasons.

First, Ruby having Celebi is foreshadowed from the very beginning, when he uses it to defeat Seviper in Sapph's secret base. Second, Kyogre and Groudon destroyed basically all of Hoenn. There's a narrative reason for this, since it took everything being destroyed for Ruby to get his act together, and only once everyone is either dead or injured and he's the last trainer standing does he give his beauty speech. Ruby always runs from his problems so there had to be nothing left for him to finally face himself, and after he finally comletes his character arc he's rewarded with a second chance from a mythical time pokemon and things are reset. So in terms of the narrative, I think it works pretty well.

Lastly, Celebi being one of Ruby's pokemon makes sense, especially if you consider my bad timeline theory, which I've talked about before. (I should mention that the bad timeline gets ruined by the Zinnia's Salamence reveal, though a lot of RS gets ruined by that retcon. Ruby caused Rayquaza to escape, that's the whole point and I dislike ORAS specifically because of this, but I'll die mad about it I guess.)

Basically, the idea of the Bad Timeline theory is that Rayquaza was never "supposed" to escape and thus the events of RS weren't never meant to happen. Ruby saving Sapphire was what set them onto the bad timeline, because Rayquaza escaped. Without Rayquaza, they never made the Jade Orb and thus couldn't stop Kyogre and Groudon until long after they awoke. Ruby's personality change, Norman leaving and becoming abusive, etc are all things that weren't meant to happen.

After that, everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong: Ruby ran away from home and Norman had to find a different child to summon Rayquaza with; Sapphire barely missed Steven in Dewford to give him the letter; the blind kid couldnt decipher the tablet; President Stone went into a coma, etc etc. The people of Hoenn knew the disaster was coming for years and had so many failsafes in place to stop/mitigate it, and we watch as every single one of them fails. It's impossible to name them all: Liza and Tate were guarding the orbs, but Blaize tricked them; the gym leaders called a meeting to discuss things, but couldn't agree on anything; Steven was going to seal off the seafloor cavern but the submarine got stolen, and even their plan to keep the deep sea component separate from the submarine to prevent it from being used against them failed. RS has this underlying feeling of fate and predetermination, like watching a set of dominos fall, and things weren't supposed to happen this way.

Even Ruby and Sapphire copying each other and lacking vulnerability because of their Salamence trauma wasn't supposed to happen in the "good" timeline. Canonically, Ruby was going to be introduced to Sapphire as the girl he knew at his birthday dinner if only he had waited a few more hours that day, but he ran away because of--you guessed it--trauma he gained by Rayquaza's escape. Everything in RS is a set of dominos leading to the worst possible outcome. It makes RS into sort of a tragedy and I love that.

And Celebi, being a guardian with time powers, saw where the timeline was heading once Rayquaza escaped, and decided to go with Ruby, who caused the timeline change and is now wrapped up in it, to fix it, which he does after completing his character arc.

I adore the Bad Timeline interpretation, but even without it I don't mind the celebi reveal. There are ways to deal with the aftermath of RS without keeping the absolute destruction and three deaths, but the problem is that Kusaka doesn't do that either. The experience that the gym leaders and dexholders went through is never explored and is treated as no big deal, not something that would definitely change these characters and all of Hoenn forever. Ruby is handled well after RS, but all of the other aftermath isn't. My beef is more with the emerald arc, not the Celebi reveal tbh

#rs #analysis tag

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Vale: The King Of Pain

@x0-emoidiot-x0

Prophet

"'I mean, It's not like you care about this group anyways."

"You are the one that lead the teams to their deaths, spare me your criticism."

These past few weeks have been an absolute disaster. We’ve had multiple small battles in the past two weeks, five if I’m not mistaken, and we’ve lost every single one. We’ve had no time for training because we just keep getting ambushed. It’s been a constant stream of burying the dead and then running away because of another ambush. We’re barely surviving and no one knows how they keep finding us.

"Everyone, please just shut up!" Mourner says. "You'll wake up Mystic!"

Mystic is currently sound asleep on Mourner's lap. He had another grand mal today and we're trying to let him rest as much as possible. Mourner is playing with Mystic's hair as he sleeps.

"You two are so adorable…and so fucking clueless, I swear to god." I mutter.

"Bitch, that idiot can sleep through everything, stop trying to coddle him!"

Destroyer and I hold onto Mourner so he doesn't attack Deviant.

We've been here all night. I’ve been trying to plan out a strategy to at least protect us if we get attacked again. I have ideas for what might work, but Deviant doesn’t agree with me.

"We need to plan-" I begin saying.

"What's the point?! All of your ideas are stupid and useless, anyways."

Me, Deviant, Mourner, Mystic, and Destroyer are in Deviant’s tent right now, just trying to figure something out, anything that will help us make it out alive if we get attacked again.

"Excuse me." I say for what has to be the 15th time since I crawled into this wretched bedroom.

After vomiting my guts out, I crawl back in, and my stomach feels sick again.

"Why does this always happen when I'm near him?"

We can’t afford to lose anyone else, we’re already on our last limb here and honestly we’re just lucky to still be able to keep going. But I know that our luck will run out if this keeps up.

At the moment, I’m just trying to get Deviant to listen to me. He keeps shooting down every idea I have. And of course he’s not at a loss for cruel insults. The entire time I’ve been here, begging for him to at least give me suggestions on what we can do to prevent more casualties, he’s just made fun of me for being so naive and blamed me for all of our shortcomings.

"Deviant, despite what you may wish, you are not the leader, so could you please listen to Prophet and what he has to say?"

"His ideas-"

All of Deviant’s insults and comments during arguments will include the most personal jabs he can come up with, and while after years of hearing them from my parents before knowing Deviant means they don’t hurt me as much, they might absolutely shatter anyone else, so I’m trying to take all of it before he says these sorts of things to them too.

"Maybe they wouldn't sound so idiotic if you just listened to them." Destroyer says

"He was stupid to make you second in command. I should have your position. I don't crume into a ball when I hear someone clap. He shouldnt lead us. He's a soft minded idiot."

He makes comments like this all the time, but never in front of other people. He’s never humiliated me like this before. And I’ve fucking had it.

I know I need to try to keep a cool head with him, even though keeping cool isn’t something I’m good with in the first place.

"Deviant, if you don't like Me so much, then find another team."

Knowing myself, I could absolutely snap any second now, so it’s best that I don’t stand around outside and potentially make a spectacle of myself if that does happen. So I go into my own tent. As soon as I’m there, I practically collapse into a pathetic pile of anguish. Why does he keep trying to get me to step down?

"What does he want with this team anyways? He never has any ideas, he just shoots down mine."

Time and time again, he always makes sure I know that he’s better than me in every way. Despite the fact that my power literally involves predicting the future, he always seems to be right. I guess he just knows how to fuck with me like that.

"Or maybe I’m not as powerful as I thought."

At this point I wouldn’t be surprised, he’s made me question my sanity, my memory, and my ability to lead, so why would my own power be any exception to what he wants to make me second-guess?

I know he wants to destroy me, and at this point, it’s working. He’s ruined almost everything for me, and I feel like I constantly have to look to him for reassurance over everyone else despite the fact that I know damn well that all he’ll do is put me down.

"So why do I keep looking for his approval? Why aren't the other's approval enough?"

He's the oldest.

"Are you guys happy that you taught me to always obey my elders?" I speak, hoping that my parents can hear.

If I looked to Destroyer, Mystic, or Mourner for that same reassurance, I would get it. And if they saw something wrong, they would just tell me without insulting me. But what would happen then is that Deviant would go after them too. That’s just how he is.

"You have to protect your friends. He'll attack them. If he tries to get after Mourner or Mystic, the other will rip him to shreds."

And Destroyer? He's never been good around Deviant.

If that’s truly his goal here, then he’s certainly achieved it. He’s made me completely miserable and I would rather step down as a leader and go off into the desert on my own than continue to live with his foot on my throat at all times.

Maybe I’ll go back out and at least try to talk to Destroyer again. Other than Deviant, he’s the first I go to for everything related to this kind of thing. He’s helped me a lot with strategies because he knows a lot of the inside secrets relating to FEAR that can help us, which is why he steps up when I need help. That is, when we can get Deviant out of the way.

But I’m scared that Deviant will still be there. He’s probably waiting for me to come out so he can make some nasty comment about how I’ll never be good enough to lead the Wild Ones. I’m not ready for that. Until I can find either the courage to potentially face Deviant or the confidence in my belief that he went away to torment someone else, I will be staying right here…

Destroyer

God fucking damnit, what am I supposed to do now? Deviant made a nasty comment about Prophet. Again. I take it that this is a common thing for him to do.

“Deviant..” Mourner says, rubbing his eyes. Mystic is still sleeping like a baby.

“What? Can’t take a little criticism, can he?”

“What you did was cruel. If you have a problem with his ideas, fine. But maybe share those opinions respectfully.”

I’m sick of it. I hate seeing Deviant repeatedly get away with the things he says to everyone else here, especially Prophet.

Since I’ve met Deviant and seen him arguing with people, I’ve seen him make fun of every single trauma the people here have gone through. Prophet was raised to believe that he would never be good enough, and not a moment goes by where Deviant doesn’t toy around with Prophet’s internalization of that belief.

“You know what he’s been through. You know that it’s hard to let go of beliefs that have been hammered into him so thoroughly. You don’t attack someone who has that history in the way you just did.” Mourner says. He is so calm about it.

That’s the one I see the most, and it really pains me to see, because I think Prophet is a great leader, he’s doing the best he can, which is pretty damn good, and he would be more confident in that if Deviant would stop making his childhood trauma seem like some funny ongoing joke.

I’ve seen him make some particularly low blows at Mourner and Mystic’s past that also hurt a lot to hear, because the things he pokes at are very obviously things that they’re very sensitive about. Mourner has had loved ones killed by FEAR, and I’ve heard Deviant go as far as to insinuate that it was Mourner’s fault that their deaths took place. Meanwhile Mystic’s parents abandoned him when he was very young because he’s epileptic.

“And why are you coddling Mystic? It’s like you’re in love with him? You know his ‘disability’-”

He doesnt get to finish his sentence before Mourner is hitting him.

“You want to talk like that do you? Try to say that it’s his fault?”

I pull Mourner off of Deviant before I have a murder to answer for.

“Deviant, go to your tent, and don’t return until you can find some human decency. I won’t even dignify a response. Go.”

He does as I say/

Knowing how Deviant is towards all of them makes me try to avoid interacting with him as much as possible. I don’t know what he knows about what I faced at the hands of my ex, and quite frankly, I don’t want to find out. I just want to be able to heal in peace without the wounds being reopened, and if I can do that by avoiding any contact with Deviant, then I will.

Lately, however, avoiding direct contact has been getting a lot harder. And after he insulted Prophet to the point that he retreated to his tent today, I think some form of direct conversation is going to be inevitable. But first, I need to talk to Prophet and see how he wants to go about that.

Obviously Prophet isn’t going to be too keen on the idea of talking to a guy who probably just drove him to tears, so I want to know if he wants us to talk to him, and if so what he wants us to say. So, I’m going to his tent now to ask him and see if I can at least be of some form of comfort to Prophet at the moment.

Walking into his tent, I find him laying on the ground. I can hear him crying, and I’m already stumped on what the right words to make him feel any better would be. So, I just kneel by his side.

"Hey man. Are you okay?"

Of course he’s not okay, you fucking bozo I think to myself as soon as the words leave my mouth.

Prophet tries to insist that he’s fine, but I know damn well that he’s lying. Regardless, I’m not about to pry the truth out of him, because I already know it. I just need to know if he wants us to say anything.

“Do you want us to say anything to him? Mourner already tried to murder him.”

He just shakes his head before saying that he doesn’t want him to attack us.

Honestly I can’t even argue with that, as much as I’d love to be able to get back at Deviant for hurting Prophet, it would just hurt me more in the process and Deviant would walk away unscathed because he’s unfortunately just like that.

Clearly I’m not going to be able to just walk up to Deviant and beat his ass yet, so in the meantime, I start making fun of Deviant a bit.

“Remember when he started freaking out while Mourner and Mystic started describing every single broken bone they had suffered?”

Prophet falls top the ground in laughter.

“Oh my god, yes!”

Sure enough, the more I make fun of Deviant, the more of a smile I see forming on Prophet’s face and the less tears I see falling from his eyes. Now that I’ve calmed him down enough that he’s laughing, I start trying to brainstorm how we could actually confront Deviant.

"How are we going to talk with him about this?"

He may be an asshole but he’s not stupid, so using reasoning and saying that his ass could be left behind at any time could probably get to him more than any bit of pleading him to stop could actually do.

"He can probably be reasoned with. I have to believe that he can be reasoned with."

"That would require him to have a soul. Which he clearly doesn't."

We decide that we’re going to go and confront him now rather than wait any longer. So, we stand up and go outside, going over what we’re going to tell him and who’s going to say it.

Then we look around to see where he is. We can’t see where exactly he is, which is never a good sign.

"Ummmm…" Prophet starts to shake.

"I have a very bad feeling about this.

Prophet and I start looking around and asking anyone around us if they’ve seen Deviant around. One person finally says that they saw him going into one of the tents. When we ask which one, they point to Mystic’s tent. Right away, I know that he has no good reason to be in there, especially since Mystic just had a grand mal seizure and should be asleep right now.

We look in and automatically find Deviant prodding Mourner. I can see in Mourner’s eyes that he’s absolutely enraged but is trying not to snap, probably because he doesn’t want to wake up Mystic, who is asleep with his head in Mourner’s lap.

I can tell that it’s going to get very ugly for Deviant soon if he doesn’t get out of there. I swear, this guy never learns.

When Mourner refuses to answer Deviant’s questions, Deviant shrugs it off and claims that if Mourner won’t give him answers that Mystic will. He then grabs Mystic and starts shaking him in a clear attempt to wake him up. At that exact moment, Prophet and I both glance at each other, knowing that Deviant screwed up big time.

Without making a sound, Mourner grabs Deviant by the neck and squeezes his throat until Deviant begs for mercy, promising to knock it off. This leads to Mourner dropping Deviant and kicking him in the back as Deviant crawls away.

When Deviant crawls in our direction, he asks what we’re doing here. That’s when Prophet takes a deep breath and says that we need to talk. Deviant clearly isn’t going to be enthusiastic about this, but he knows that it’s in his best interest right now, considering that it’s pretty much either that or he sticks around and continues to waste his life trying to get answers out of Mourner, which will probably lead to him getting beaten to death before it leads to him getting any real information.

Once the three of us are outside once again, Deviant stands up and brushes the sand off of his jacket before asking what we need to talk about. Prophet looks too scared to really say anything, so I think it over for a second before I tell him. “Listen, I get that you were born without a heart, but that doesn’t mean you have to take it out on everyone else. Stop being an asshole.”

He’s trying to come up with something to say to me that will hurt me to hear, I can see it on his face, so, I just tune out the words coming from his mouth. I’ve learned to tune words out by now so they can’t hurt me, and this is no different.

He’s getting upset that I’m not reacting, and while I’m glad that he’s not experiencing the pleasure of getting a reaction from me, I also know that I should probably step back before he gets in my face. I know damn well him getting too in my face will leave me crying on the ground, and I cannot give him that satisfaction.

Eventually, he asks what’s going to happen if he doesn’t stop acting the way he does. I can tell from the smug look on his face that he thinks we’re not going to say anything. That’s why it brings me even more joy to see that stupid smirk disappear when I say that his failure to comply with what I’m saying now will result in him being left alone in the desert for the vultures to devour, reminding him that no one is surviving on their own out here.

From the look on his face, I can tell that it’s probably been a long time since anyone’s spoken to him like this. For all I know, he’s never been talked down to at all, and this is the first time he’s been confronted in his life. That could very well be the case, given the absolute shock he’s expressing over being confronted one time.

I can tell that Deviant is trying to come up with something to say about me, so I just turn away before he can say anything. Prophet then does the same, and we walk back to his tent together.

Hopefully he backs off for now, knowing that he’s not immune to the criticism he hurls at us nonstop. He probably won’t, but it’s nice to know that we can get a reaction out of him too at the very least. Maybe now, Prophet and I can actually focus on work that will benefit us instead of having to worry about one asshole weighing us down constantly.

Deviant hasn’t come after us, so that’s a good sign, but for now, I’m staying right here so if he tries to come for Prophet, I’m here with him. If he tries to go for Mourner and Mystic, they both have each other, and either one of them could see to it that Deviant is a mangled pulp within seconds under the right conditions. So for now, I’m not really worried about Deviant, but I am worried about if he’ll ever actually stop trying to destroy us…

Mourner

My entire body is trembling with rage. I keep trying to breathe and tell myself that I don’t have any reason to be angry, but then I realize that I’m lying to myself. How dare Deviant think he can just come in here and treat Mystic and I like that? Our relationship is none of his business, he is not entitled to know shit about either of our sexualities.

"And Mystic's straight anyways, how would that piece of info do anything for him?"

On top of that, he decided that it would be okay for him to try and shake Mystic awake. He said that if I didn’t answer his questions that Mystic would. Meanwhile Mystic is getting some much needed rest and doesn’t need some idiot trying to wake him up to ask intrusive questions. So, I grabbed him by the throat and almost strangled him. He was right where I wanted him, his throat was in the palm of my hand, if I could have only squeezed a little harder…

Wait a minute, what am I thinking? Yes, I hate Deviant, but am I really on the level where I want him dead?

"Get off of me! Get away! Oww! What the hell did I do this time!"

It takes me a while to realize that Mystic is talking in his sleep.

"Hey, Mystic." I lightly shake him, which seems to do the trick.

"What? Where am I? Who-"

"Shhhh, Mystic. It's just me.

"Oh thank god." He tries to gwt up, bur it takes him a whike.

"Why is everything still sore?"

"Isnt it always like that?"

"Goid point, but it still isnt fun." He looks at me. "There's aomethinh on your mind. What is it?"

"Do you want Deviant killed?"

He bursts out laughting, even though it clearly hurts.

On one hand, he’s a nightmare for Prophet, Destroyer, Mystic, and I to deal with. On the other hand, most people here adore him and if we got rid of him by any means, they would be upset with us and that would screw everything up.

"Umm.. yes? Is that even a question?"

"I.. might have almost strangled him to death."

"You what?!" He says with the biggezt grin on his face.

"Almost

I didn’t wind up stranging Deviant, he begged me for mercy and I was dumb enough to take pity on him, because for a split second I thought to myself that maybe he would change. But as soon as I let him go, I regretted it.

"For a split second, I wondered if maybe he could change his behavior. In any case, I don't think he's gonna mess with us again anytime soon."

Now I just want to find him wherever he is and beat the living shit out of him. But that would make me the bad guy, wouldn’t it?

Mystic hugs me. "God, you're amazing."

It feels nice.

"He tried to get at you."

"Really?"

There’s very few things I truly hate more than Deviant and the anger he makes me feel. I don’t even think I’m that justified in hating him as much as I do, but when he goes after Mystic like that, I just burn up from the inside.

I nod my head. "Yeah. He was asking some… very personal questions. I wouldn't answer, so he started shaking you.

I’ve never felt so violently angry over anything until he did that. And the thoughts just won’t go away.

"Was there a time that he wasnt such a jerk?"

"Why are you asking me?" Mystic says.

"You were here for a month before I was."

I’d do anything if it meant he would be out of our lives once and for all, but there’s nothing at all I can do except sit and wait for his downfall to happen.

"No. No, he was always like this."

Suddenly through the cracks of the tent, I see him stumble by. I can’t even control my urge to get up and go outside just to see what he’s doing. When I go out, I see him stumbling around still. His throat is black and blue. With that, I laugh at him. I feel so guilty for expressing this amount of schadenfreude, but he deserves it for how he’s acted today.

When he hears me laughing, he redirects his stumble over to me and looks at me with that stupid smirk on his face, indicating that he has something dumb to say.

"What are you gonna do, bitch? Try and attavk Mystic again?"

"And if I do? What, like I couldn't destroy your little boyfriend right now?"

"We. Are. Not. Romantically. Involved."

I spit directly on his face. He looks shocked that I would dare to do that.

“Why don’t you just go back in your tent? I was out here minding my own business, and besides, I’m sure your boyfriend misses you.”

He laughs at his own crude statement, and with that, I just take my leg and kick him in the back of the knees, causing him to fall face first onto the ground. Before he can get back up, I go back inside.

"Say one more word, and I. Will. End. You."

He leaves, but not for long enough.

When I hear footsteps passing the tent, I hold my breath, hoping that he doesn’t decide to come back in. My heart skips a beat when I see him looking in. Thankfully though, he keeps moving.

"Dont. You. Even. Fucking. Dare."

"Soooo protective over your boyfriend, huh? Can't have anything bad happen to him, can we?"

I have fucking had it with him and I hope he eventually decides to leave and never come back. He gives us all a bad name and I am ashamed to say that he is one of us.

Unfortunately, I still have to work with him at the end of the day. No matter how much I hate him, no matter how hard he makes things for me, he’s still one of the leaders, and I still have to figure out how to work around every single setback he causes. I’m sick of it, but there’s nothing I can do to make it stop. Nothing I say or do will ever change the nightmare he’s created for us.

"Mystic, do you ever wonder what life would be like if just one tiny thing changed?"

"Like the Butterfly Effect?"

"Yeah. Exactly."

"I kind of try not to. Every scenario is a happier existence than what I have now, and it just makes me sad."

"I get that."

I know that in an hour or so I’ll probably have to leave this area in order to try to talk things out with everyone else so we can figure out how to keep everything working right. I don’t want to have any discussions today, I just want to stay here with Mystic, but unfortunately if we don’t work constantly, we lose.

"Mystic, do you-" I'm interrupted with a snore. I look down, and Mystic is asleep on my shoulder.

Sometimes I really get tired of fighting all the time, but I know that if I ever want to live my life properly, I have to fight. At the end of the day, I have to remind myself why I still continue to fight. I will fight until the day I die to avenge the souls of my mother and of Mariah, not to mention to protect the right to my identity.

As far as discussing things with the rest of the group goes today, I really don’t want to wake Mystic up. I don’t want to bother him. But I know that if I don’t wake him up that someone else will, and that someone could wind up being Deviant. I don’t want to take that risk, because I know that if Deviant does that, he’ll seriously upset Mystic however he can.

"Mystic? Mystic, come on. Mystic, let's go back to my tent."

"Hm? What?" He says, opening his eyes.

"Come on, I don't want Deviant trying to mess with you again."

He doesn’t say anything, he just grabs my hand and leans on me. My heart flutters and I go completely speechless. He’s never done this before, and I can tell that he’s still tired, so maybe he’s just trying to lean on me so he doesn’t fall, but my god I don’t know what to do.

"Mystic, Deviant might say something."

"Let him talk."

After a moment of him holding onto my hand, I decide to just let him keep holding onto me. If Deviant has anything to say about it, I’ll break his nose. So, I continue leading Mystic to Prophet’s tent, where we agreed to meet so we could talk about battle strategies in the near future.

We go inside and right away, I see the look in Deviant’s eyes. He wants to say something, anything that will embarrass both of us. So I look right back at him.

"Not today, Satan." I whisper.

I have no clue what my face looks like right now, but I’m trying to send a message to him that will inform him that if he messes with us, he’s getting knocked out.

Surprisingly, he stays silent. He continues to stare at us, but he doesn’t say a single word.

"Glad everyone could make it." Prophet says.

"Where's Destroyer?" Mystic asks, slurring his speech a little.

"Jesus Christ, have you been drinking?" Deviant asks, giving both of us a look. Honestly I don’t care if he stares at us, he can stare all he wants, but he if says anything, that is when I will go after him again.

"No, just tired."

As we start speaking, Mystic and I continue holding onto each other, and thankfully no one says a word about it. The only one who seems even remotely concerned is Deviant, who continues to shoot us antagonistic glares. I just glare right back at him.

When we finish talking, Mystic and I go back, and Deviant follows us. I’m trying to ignore him, but he seems to be making that difficult on purpose. We go inside, and he stays out there, staring at us. I am trying my best to pretend he isn’t there, but it’s nearly impossible.

Eventually, Mystic notices that he’s out there, and it starts feeling like the two of us are both facing off with Deviant. None of us are saying anything, but there’s clearly a lot being exchanged from glances alone.

"Come on, Mystic. Just ihnore him, he'll go away." He's still wrapped in my arms.

"It's hard to ignore him when I feel like Im in a horror movie!"

I laugh.

One wrong move and I will wind up fighting Deviant again. As he continues to stare at us, I find him getting harder and harder to ignore. I do not want to get in another altercation with him, but I feel as if I don’t have a choice…

Mystic

I’ve been basically attached to Mourner all day. All I want to do is go back to sleep, I’m still tired, but Deviant keeps trying to fuck with us. He keeps staring at us through the cracks of the tent.

“Do you think you could snap his blood vessels now? I’d really appreciate that right now.” Mourner says, head resting on top of mine.

“Too. Tired.” I mumble. My powers go haywire when I’m not well rested.

“What kind of a friend are you?” I know he’s joking, but it takes me a moment to settle down.

He’s making me so mad, all I want to do is go back to sleep and he can’t even let me have that. He keeps harassing Mourner and I relentlessly and no matter what either of us do, he never stops.

“Well, he’s really just doing this to get a rise from us.” Mourner says.

“He’s doing a pretty damn good job of it.”

“That’s my point. Just ignore him, and he’ll leave us alone.”

So we just stay wrapped in each other’s arms. It feels nice. Really nice.

After a few minutes of silence, we hear footsteps moving away from the tent. Both of us have our eyes still fixed on the cracks of the tent, looking for any sign that he’s still there. When we find nothing, he starts talking to me.

I don’t really know what Deviant was doing while I was asleep, but clearly Mourner is infuriated by it. He’s red in the face and his tone is different than usual. Part of me wants to ask what’s wrong, but I don’t want to annoy him more. Then he’ll leave and I don’t think I can handle that right now.

“What happened?

For a moment he goes silent, and my head is completely flooded with anxiety. Did I make him angry? Is he annoyed with me? He’s definitely not acting like himself and it’s freaking me out. He’s usually not an angry person, so why is he so angry right now? I keep trying to run through every interaction with him lately, looking for some way I could have upset him that would explain why he’s so upset.

“He… started verbally insulting you. Trying to say that we were coddling you, then he said that the epilepsy was your fault..”

As Mourner continues rambling about Deviant, I get just as angry.

“And then he tried to say that we were… romantically involved.”

Oh god, I can feel my cheeks turning bright red. “What?”

“Yeah. Like, as if there was something wrong with that.”

“Aren’t me and him the only straight people on the team?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if he actively dorsn’t like the queer community, or he’s just… trying to tease us.”

“He’s never really been ‘one’ with the group, has he?”

“Yeah.”

We start bringing up all the instances we’ve seen him almost killed by our own people because he was a little too close to FEAR during battle. Rumor has it that he’s even been seen conversing with them.

It’s scary to think about, because that honestly does sound like something he would do. I’d love to believe he wouldn’t stoop that low, but we all know that he would. Any time that someone tries to humanize him and think that he wouldn’t do some disgusting action, he goes ahead and does it. When Destroyer first showed up, we all hoped that he wouldn’t harass Destroyer because it was so obvious that he had been through horrific trauma. We all told ourselves that Deviant wouldn’t stoop that low, but he did. Within days, he was constantly prodding Destroyer and going out of his way to trigger him.

I know that Mourner and I are making fun of Deviant as a way to make light of everything he puts us through, but it gets scary sometimes because we all know that Deviant would absolutely do everything we speculate him of doing. He just keeps getting worse and he answers to no one, so no one can stop him without killing him and we all know how that would go.

“I honestly want to see him dead.” I mumble into Mourner’s chest.

“You shouldn’t say that about another fighter. We need all hands on deck if we want to defeat these bastards.”

“No one knows if he’s even one of us. And don’t act like you don’t hate his guts.”

To be fully honest, at this point I think that the four of us at least all want him dead because he’s such a danger to us. He ruins everything and at this point I would rather see him die than accept that he’ll continue to be a part of us.

“While you were asleep, after… everything else, he, umm… he tried to say other things, and.. I just lost it.”

“What does that mean?”

“I put him in a chokehold. I let him go.”

I’m in shock. While I know that we’d all love to do that with Deviant, that’s the first I’ve ever heard of anyone actually doing it, let alone Mourner, who’s usually super relaxed.

For the rest of our conversation, I can barely focus because I’m still stuck on the fact that Mourner actually did that for me of all people. He actually snapped because Deviant started harassing me. I would never expect Mourner to snap like that, let alone to protect me.

The more I think about it though, Mourner has always been really protective over me. I mean I’ve always been protective over him too. Whenever anything happens during a battle, Mourner is the first person I look for to make sure he’s okay.

“You know you really didn’t have to do that.”

“You’re my best friend. Of course I’m going to protect you.”

Everyone else knows this too. I guess Mourner and I are just closer than everyone else. But that doesn’t make sense because we’re all pretty close out here, we don’t have much of a choice given our scenario.

He yawns. “God, I’m tired. If he tries to bother you, just wake me up.”

“Will do.” I say, but he’s asleep by that point.

Mourner has always been my best friend since the moment I met him out here. Ever since we became friends, we were inseparable. And while I’m close with Prophet and Destroyer too, my bond with them is nothing like my bond with Mourner. I can’t really describe it other than saying that I don’t see myself in the future without Mourner, no matter what the circumstance may be.

I think I’d even go as far as to say I’d want to marry him…but I’m not into guys like that…right? I don’t think I am at least. I’ve never put any actual thought into my sexuality until now. I spent the entirety of my life being told that it was a dirty and evil thing, especially if you felt that attraction towards someone of the same gender. If you lived in the city, they could kill you if they found out about that. At the very least, if they found out, life as you knew it was over.

Not to mention that in the asylum, there were some people sent there because their families found out that they had lovers of the same gender. I always felt so much anger and fear for them. And for the longest time, I’ve always figured it was just because they were in the same situation I was just because of who they loved.

But if I do actually like guys…I don’t like Mourner, do I? I mean, my bond with him is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with anyone else. I don’t feel the way I do about Mourner towards anyone else I’ve ever met. He’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, the most amazing person I’d ever met, and I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have him in my life. And I would absolutely marry him if he asked.

What the hell do I even do about these… feelings? I’m not going to tell him, he would never think of me that same way, he would just be disgusted and not want anything to do with me anymore. My heart sinks just thinking about that. I don’t think I could live without him, he’s my everything. I’d do anything to make him happy, and that’s going to mean not telling him that I’m into him.

My god this night has been a disaster. I’m going to feel like such a fake pretending that I’m not in love with Mourner the way I am. It feels weird, we’ve been close for years and just one confession could ruin that. I don’t know how I’m going to stay quiet, but it looks like I’m going to need to learn now…

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kitkatt0430 · 1 year

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🧍‍♀️what fic is begging for your attention right now but you refuse to give it?

Timeless Nonesense. And I might just wind up giving in a bit so that I can get the part of it nagging me out of the way.

It's the story where Barry wakes up in the pilot episode, but with memories from multiple timelines and realities due to how the Speed Force sent him back in time to prevent a future disaster in the Speed Force's personal timeline. It's intended to be a crack fic, at times parodying the show and at times taking the premise seriously.

I've got three story arcs lined up in my head thus far. The first is where Barry wakes up and is very much not the Barry that Eobard was expecting. Despite himself, Eobard comes to trust that this version of Barry really is telling the truth and genuinely wants to be allies with him.

The second arc is set in the future where Eobard is from where Barry proves Eobard is actually Malcolm Thawne's descendant, not Eddie Thawne (reusing an explanation I've used/am using in other places) and convinces him to destroy the Negative Speed Force before it can become a threat to the real Speed Force. It's not what Barry came back in time to do, but not having to worry about the NSF is one less problem to deal with later.

Third arc is when the Eobarry finally starts. They return to the past to start setting up the reputation of the Flash in order to start attracting more Speedsters notice as part of the long game to protect the Speed Force. They take advantage of events Barry knows are coming to plausibly 'pass' on Barry's abilities to Eobard to make it look like Harrison Wells is now a Speedster too.

It's the first arc that's nagging at me. And I do see this as being a really fun series to work on. But of my Eobarry fic ideas, the one with Herobard is the one I like better. So I'm determined to get part 3 done before I start posting this series. (We'll see how that goes, though.)

😨 describe in FULL detail the first fic you wrote (yes I'm talking the wattpad shit we all did it).

Well, if we're talking the first ever fanfic I wrote, not the first I posted, then... I was... ten? maybe? And my parents had just okayed putting the old Windows 3.1 computer in my room as long as I was responsible and didn't stay up late playing The Black Cauldron or the Kings Quest games.

I started writing Star Trek Voyager fanfic pretty much immediately. I don't remember the plot details, but I know it was about Seven of Nine and Captain Janeway because they were my favorites and Seven in particular was just so cool.

TBH, I basically wanted to be Naomi Wildman. (Captain's Assistant and friends with Seven of Nine? Sign me up, please.)

It was not a self-insert or use an OC for the main character - though I did toy around with those later on. I do remember that much. It was something of a bad things happen and the crew reacts to save the day type plot.

Much as I wish I still had the story I was working on back then just for nostalgia reasons, the computer crashed after only a few months and my parents decided it wasn't worth the price to repair. My fanfic was lost and I started using the hall computer for games instead. I was a bit devastated by the loss of my fanfic, so I didn't start over in a notebook and instead tried my hand at an original mystery that was very Nancy Drew and A Wrinkle in Time inspired, though I don't think that made it past the first chapter. It was a few years later when i was... fourteen? that I was introduced to fanfiction.net, however, and my fanfic obsession truly began.

👁 have you ever accidentally foreshadowed something you fully didn't intend to happen?

I'm pretty sure I did that in an old Harry Potter fic I wrote back in high school. It was a Draco/Harry fic that I took down when I got concerned by the idea of my parents looking up my ffnet account and finding it... and it's since been lost entirely. It was a pretty innocent fic, but between some of the nastier comments that had started heading my way (ffnet was going through a wave of people leaving flames, or very rude reviews) and not really knowing how my mom in particular would react to me writing two boys kissing and holding hands... *shrugs* it was easier to just take down the fic entirely.

It was among the first fics I'd ever posted and my first attempt at a long fic. So it's not really surprising that sometimes I'd write things intending to indicate the fic was going in one direction without realizing that it was actually meandering into the weeds in a different direction. The whole thing was a fun learning experience and ffnet had a very critique friendly atmosphere at the time, so getting feedback was helpful in fixing some of the more egregious errors and foreshadowing failures. I do wish I could have finished it, but... I don't regret losing it the way I do the Voyager fic because stopping work on it was my choice. And I think it helps that while Star Trek continues to grow in new directions and promote inclusive narratives, JKR has since gone off the terf deep end. So losing a fanfic based off her writing is more relief than bother at this point.

#kitkatt0430 answers #fic writer asks #fic writers meme #writer ask game #writer ask meme

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biteyourbetters · 1 year

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some thoughts on the wandering earth II (spoilers under cut)

too bloody long

visuals: spectacular. plot: eh, dont think about it too hard. robots: not enough, but i liked the ones that existed. moon: kaboomed.

loved the worldbuilding though. they should have made a pseudo-documentary instead of a blockbuster.

hey, what was up with liu peiqiang locking the door? we're shown han duoduo repeatedly kicking your ass, she's clearly better than you at kicking ass yet you just leave her behind? are you an idiot? it's one thing if she were weaker, but she's supposedly stronger? could have at least shown a scene of him kicking her ass to justify this dumb fuck decision. was her stunt double too expensive or something? lmao

i don't know anything about the chinese mental health system, but i think sending tu hengyu to a grief counselor would have prevented at least one of the many disasters in this movie. blah blah insert justification about how grief is love and love is part of human condition and that love both saved them in the end and damned them in the first place.

someone was sobbing so fucking loudly at han duoduo's cancer scenes, i actually thought it was part of the movie at first. unfortunately, that means the only emotion i associate with that part of the movie is 'kinda annoyed'. ...now that i think about it, they might not have been crying. im going to say they were crying for my own piece of mind.

lots of reviewers complaining about the chinese military propaganda. i mean, yeah, but it's still got nothing on top gun maverick lmao. for real though, it's not even that bad. yall are just too used to american military propaganda.

some funny bits. i especially liked the gag about the russian bomb triggers having no safety, just two triggers. and that bit in the first act where liu peiqiang is told 'don't fall in love', sees a woman kick someone's ass and immediately imagines their marriage. really was too bad her badassery was to make her an especially sexy lamp instead of an actual character. /hj

bit in the movie where a fossil of a broken and healed femur was shown, and a story was told about human civilisation being about supporting each other or w/e. sorry, man, i get that it was supposed to be emotional and heartwarming, but all i could think of was this fucking site.

a bit that did make emotional though, was when liu peiqiang is wandering around the moon all confused and everyone waves him off bc they're too busy and his comm's broken. he doesn't know what the fuck is going on! everyone's on a suicide mission and he has no idea! i don't think there's any emotion worse to end a life on than confusion, except maybe fear. when the man contacted by zhang peng has to tap on liu peiqiang's helmet several times, that was when i realised, 'oh man, this guy is concussed as fuck'.

did they. ever explain who it was that organised the attack in 2044. pretty sure it was the digital lifers but like. they never expanded on it.

oh, ok, we're doing time travel now. hope they explain all the cuts to the cameras in the next movie.

apparently there were post credits. i chose the 9pm showing like an idiot bc i somehow did not register that the movie would be 3 fucking hours long, and had to bolt out of the cinema in order to not miss the last bus home. hope they're online somewhere.

read the synopsis for the first movie to jog my memory, and realised that i retained absolutely nothing from when i actually watched it. this will happen again when i watch the third movie.

#tldr i would not a call it a good movie but i enjoyed it. mostly for the setting. the characters and plot were meh.#would not recommend it to anyone but if you just want to sit in a cinema for 3 hours then this is the movie for you #the wandering earth #the wandering earth 2 #liu peiqiang #han duoduo

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livewireprojects · 3 days

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Rise TMNT Mimi sketch ref

Before I go on I want to mention I've never seen Rise of TMNT, I want to but I got stuff I need to work on & it's going to be a show I can't exactly put in the background. I've been reading/looking at fanwork here & there when I've had the chance so I semi know what's going on.

Mimi is a Donnie fankid, while I imagine him to be the mom you can just say he made her via cloning if you want. She looks a lot like Donnie not only due to being his kid but because I want to avoid ships but you can imagine whoever I guess. Outside of ships I guess you could say Raph has taken up the father role in a "brother helping his single parent sibling out" kind of way, this is kinda cause I like 2003 Raph & Donnie interacting(I say this cause I was raised on the 2003 series & it's the only one I've seen) & I really like how Raph has been portrayed in Rise in fics. I guess you could say Mimi's redish purple colored mask comes from the fact she's not only Donnie's kid but the bond she has with uncle Raph. She has a star theme(star charm attached to her head, starry headphones, star on her mask) due to Mikey sewing a star to the side of her mask because of a star mark she had on the side of her eye since she was born/hatched, occasionally Mikey helps her paint eyes & stars on her stuff. It'd be funny if I made her a twin(since Donnie is a disaster twin) but I don't really have ideas for other kids.(I use to have an OC meant to be a kid for Donnie but that was 2003 Donnie & even then he's an adopted mutant sea turtle child)

Mimi is an often fairly quiet person, while she talks it's usually around people she feels comfortable with like friends & family though sometimes she'll talk when needed. Her hobbies are listening to music, dancing, tinkering with stuff on occasion & people watching. Mimi has been learning to be an inventor/whatever Donnie is up to with the help of Donnie who is doing his best to help her. Donnie despite his confidences about many things when it comes to his daughter has always been worried, she's his first kid & though he's tried to prepare at some point she always makes he worry if he know what he's doing especially while learning to deal with her quiet & at times reserved nature. With time/practice & help from family he's been able to come to terms with his worries & get the hang of raising his little girl though in a closet somewhere he has stuff he's built for just in case for when she needs it in the future like her own battle shell. The ends of her mask are a bit long because she likes to mess with them like they're hair which comes from Donnie enjoying dressing her up & making the ends of her mask into hairdos when she was younger.

I originally had this split into 3 parts but I mentioned stuff for the kid section so I'll just describe how things go between the krang apocalypse future Casey Jr came from & what the future might be after preventing the Krang apocalypse from happening. In all honesty I have no idea when Donnie had her past when he was obviously an adult so I dunno what I'm doing but I feel she's around Casey Jr's age.

Casey Jr's time:

Mimi was kept close to Donnie's location at all times when she was younger, with the dangers the krang invasion brought he didn't want her out of his sight when she was old enough to start walking though with luck his family helps keep an eye on her when he's unable to due to his work. Raph seems to be the one she likes being around the most though she enjoys time with the others as well especially Mikey who has been teaching her different forms of dancing in his free time. It's unknown what happened to her around the time that Leo & Mikey sent Casey to the past, it's likely she died at some point, all that's known is that she outlived Donnie & worked/trained along side Casey Jr up until her unknown fate. She considered Casey her cousin due to him being trained by Leo along with how close they were. Donnie left a lot of things behind for her which have become very useful, while she knows how to tinker like Donnie she's nowhere close to being able to work on some of his later unfinished work which upsets her as she knows it could possibly help in their mission to stop the krang, she tries her best to figure thing out with the notes/journals left behind. Despite this she's been able to build/repair stuff that still comes in handy & has been repairing/upgrading her headphones which are a memory of better times & a comfort to her thanks to still being able to play music. When Leo tied Donnie & later Raph's masks to his sword Mimi took some parts of them to make a choker to wear as a memory of her mother & uncle.

Better future/new timeline:

With the krang apocalypse avoided Donnie was able to raise Mimi in a better time however not only is he a worried first time parent but some past events(especially what happened in the Rise movie) has made Donnie worried about if the future was safe for his daughter. Regardless he has his team/family to back him up plus a bunch of equipment he's hid somewhere for later.(Which includes a battle shell with star stickers she put on it as a baby, she now wears said battle shell now that she's old enough to fit it) Mimi trains with her family & goes out on missions, the training is being done at a more calmer pace since they don't need to hurry but they'll work on it as time goes on since she needs to be prepared(I dunno how to word this), in her free time she's hanging out with Raph & Donnie, learning to dance with Mikey, watching movies with her grandpa & or uncle Leo or just out dancing at some hangout she found. In the back of her mind she knows something bad should have happened but was stopped, it comes to mind occasionally but she knows that everything is ok now.

This is the original sketch meant to be Mimi's sketch ref, I didn't really like how one design looked so I adjusted things & made a new one. Thought I'd show how the old one looked at the bottom of the post.

#my art #rise of the tmnt #rise tmnt #tmnt oc #tmnt fankid #oc

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itscominghome · 3 years

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Summary: Mason and the reader have an argument, but with Y/N already stressed from her mentally taxing job, disaster strikes for the young couple.

Notes: This wasn't requested, but I felt like writing something and my asks are dry asf. This is going to be a little mini-series kind of thing (if I can manage to keep my levels of motivation up). Also feels weird writing in 3rd person :/. So, yeah, requests are very much open! xx

Warnings: Seizures, mention of suicide, mentions of death

Just Tell Me It's Not The End Of The Line - Mason Mount

"Y/N, we barely spend time together anymore!" Mason said, voice raised slightly. This was a new experience for the both of them. Not once in their four years of being together had the two of them raised their voices at each other. I mean, they'd barely even argued.

"Mase, we can't help it, can we!? You're always at training during the day, I'm always on the night shift. I don't know what you want me to do! Seriously, tell me how I can fix this and I'll do it!" she said back, exasperated. Y/N had already had a stressful week, well a stressful couple of months. Her new job was mentally taxing, but something that needed to be done. Working at an emergency call centre wasn't the nicest of jobs. Sure, you got the calls of cats being 'stuck' up trees or calls from drunks on a night out, just wanting to say hello. But more often than not, Y/N had been dealing with the more serious calls. Either other operators (usually new) didn't know how to deal with these calls, or for some reason, all these calls just happened to be ones that she picked up. The last week had been particularly hard, having dealt with three suicides, two of which she had been unable to prevent, about a dozen calls from distressed children who had been unable to wake their relative from their 'sleep', and you get the idea.

"I don't know! I don't know if there's anything we can do! Even on your days off, all you want to do is lie in bed, in silence. It's like I don't matter to you anymore,"

"Mase, do you have any idea how hard my job is, the sort of things I have to deal with and hear on a daily basis!?"

"Look, Y/N, I don't know what you want me to say, but this relationship won't work if we barely see each other. Maybe we're best off-" But the rest of the sentence had cut off for Y/N, the room now appeared to be spinning, her left arm had fallen numb and limp at her side.

"M-Mase..."

"What!?" Mason shouted unexpectedly, frustrations growing at the situation. Emotions were running so high, the thought of having to split from his girlfriend of four years blocking out the obvious struggles Y/N was having with her speech.

"S-Something... S-Something doesn't f-feel r-r-right..." she slurred. And that's when it happened, Y/N fell to the ground, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and she began to convulse. Mason dropped to his knees next to her, panic flooding his face.

"Y/N! Y/N!" he screamed, reaching for his phone and dialling 999.

"Ambulance service," he said the second someone started to talk to him on the other end of the line. He was put through to someone and quickly began to explain what was happening.

"Move everything out the way so she can't hit her head, and start a stopwatch, stop it when I tell you to," the woman on the other end of the call ordered calmly.

"A stopwatch!?"

"Just do it," He put his phone on speaker ,before switching to his stopwatch on his alarm app, starting the timer and then proceeded to move everything in the close vicinity away from Y/N's head. He was then talked through how to put her into recovery position, laying her on her side to begin with and ending with tilting her head up.

The ambulance only took five minutes to arrive, but those five minutes were possibly the longest few minutes of Mason's life. He spent them trying to reassure both himself, and Y/N, saying things along the lines of, "You're gonna be okay," "Come on, baby, stay with me," "Please don't leave me," "I love you," and "You're gonna be just fine, the ambulance is on its way."

When Mason heard the streets fill with the sound of sirens, he rushed to open the front door before dashing back to his girlfriend's side. She was still violently convulsing. The ambulance crew ran in, making a quick job of putting Y/N onto a stretcher and carrying her into the ambulance. Mason followed closely behind, tears threatening to spill over and down his cheeks.

"Was anyone timing it?" the paramedic asked, Mason pulled out his phone, showing it to him and staring at it himself. Y/N had been fitting for about 8 minutes now, the paramedic immediately calling a medical emergency. A few minutes later, and Y/N's seizure had stopped, she was breathing, but unconscious. Mason sat next to her, holding her hand the whole way. When they arrived, Mason was forced to wait in the reception of the hospital, with the promise that as soon as they had any news, he would be the first to know. So whilst he was waiting he made some calls, first to her parents, next to her brother, Dan, letting them all know of the current situation, and finally to Declan, tears that had been developing since the moment Y/N's seizing had begun, finally streaming from his eyes.

"It's my fault Dec,"

"How can it be? She had a seizure, how can that be your fault?"

"We were arguing, I was shouting at her, and seconds later she was on the floor. What if I lose her Dec... I don't know what I'd do without her... I can't believe I actually thought I could end things between us. I'd be lost Dec, I'd be lost without her. And I almost ended things with her, just because she'd been struggling with work and not being able to spend as much time together because of it,"

"Mase, I need to go, I'm getting in the car now, let Kepa and Kai know. They're her best friends, they'll want to be there when she wakes up" Declan sighed, hanging up the phone. Dan stood metres away, listening to the whole conversation, racing towards Mason, his head in his hands.

"It was your fault! If she dies- If she dies, it's all your fault Mount!" he shouted, grabbing Mason by the collar of his coat and shoving him against the walls of the waiting room.

"I know! I know..." Mason cried as hospital staff rushed to pull Dan off of him.

"Sir, we're going to need you to leave until you've calmed down," the receptionist said, pointing towards the door, Dan went to protest, but looked at Mason's sobbing form and his and Y/N's parents stood there, giving him a look telling him to just leave for a bit. He turned around and walked back out of the hospital, going to calm down until someone came to let him know the state of his little sister. Paul, Y/N's Dad, walked over, pulling Mason into a hug, Claire, her Mum, unable to anything but watch the scene unfold.

"It's alright son, it's gonna be alright, it's not your fault, you couldn't have known that your argument would've caused this, and who says it even did, come on son, calm down," he looked at Claire as Mason's sobbing came to a stop. He lifted his head up and pulled away, sitting back down in his seat, not saying a word. Claire knelt down in front of him.

"If the seizure was due to stress, you and her arguing can't have been the only thing stressing her out, plus lets be honest, she'd forgive you for anything, she would, she loves you and she knows that you love her, anyone who has eyes can see that you love her," she said smiling, "ignore Dan, he's scared, and he's protective of his little sister, but that doesn't mean that what he said was right."

"How about we go and get some coffees, we might be here a while, you stay here, okay?" Paul suggested. Mason just nodded. He sat there, watching the door that Y'N had been rushed through, just waiting for someone, anyone, to come and tell him that his girlfriend was okay. After a few minutes someone did come out and was heading in his direction, he stood up instantly.

"Mason Mount?"

"Yeah," he replied, wiping the tears from his cheeks. He could only imagine how he looks right now.

"We've found a large blood clot in one of her brain's main arteries," Mason was stunned to silence, "unfortunately, the clot isn't responding to any of the medication and we're under a lot of pressure to get this done, as we don't have a lot of time..., we'd like to try a procedure called the clot retrieval surgery. We would feed a wire through an artery in her groin, up into the brain and pull the clot out. On one hand though, it is an experimental surgery and carries an element of risk,"

"What could happen..?" Ben asked, scared to know the answer.

"The clot could get pushed further into the brain, or the artery could be damaged in the process, we need permission from a family member to go forward with the operation. Is there anyone currently here?" the doctor finished.

"Yeah, but they're in the canteen. I'm her boyfriend, surely I can make the decision too?" the doctor nods, "Do it, if that's the only way," Mason said. Nodding, the doctor retreated back into theatre as Y/N's parents came back into the room with the coffees.

"What did they say?" her Dad asked. And Mason explained it all, how the surgery would work and the possibility of complications, and now all they could do is wait. Paul went out to explain it all to Dan, whilst Claire remained by Mason's side, her hand resting on his arm in attempt to comfort him.

"She'll pull through, I know she will, she's strong. You know she is," Claire's words of comfort put Mason's mind slightly at ease. But, all they could do was wait and hope for good news of the surgery going well. Mason knew he was in for a long night of worry and frustration towards himself.

#mason mount

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