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The More The Merrier - Part One

Set in The Shape of Youniverse

Summary: Doctor Strange’s wedding gift allows you and your husband to fulfill your wildest fantasies

Pairing: Marc x afab!reader, Steven x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system

Word Count: 3.3k

Rating: Mature (for now!)

CW/TW: Mentions of pregnancy, reader experiences anxiety and mild body insecurity, Marc is ~protective~ and not afraid to threaten violence to protect his fam, discussions of group sex, making out

A/N: Okay y’all! Everyone loved Group Effort so I thought there was no better way to celebrate 1000 followers than to write a follow up! I am currently burnt to a crisp creatively, HOWEVER I figure if I post what I have so far this lovely community’s support and reactions may just invigorate me to get the rest of this naughtiness out!

Translations at the end of the fic as usual!

You thought you were dreaming. You must have been, because why else would Doctor Strange be in your living room talking to your husband? The sound of voices had awoken you, and when you saw that Marc’s side of the bed was empty, you followed the hushed but heated voices to their source.

You could hear Marc insisting lowly, “I told you I can’t…”

“And I told you his new avatar is miss–”

“Honey?” You interrupted, your voice raspy from sleep, “What’s going on?”

You’d rubbed just enough sleep from your eyes to be able to take in the sight before you. Marc, in his pajamas, mid-argument with Doctor Strange, red cape and all.

You blinked furiously. Up until that very moment, all of Marc’s stories about being the white knight dude–Moon Knight, he told you he’d been called, were just that. Stories. You liked it that way. That way, there was plausible deniability. Seeing him talking to an Avenger in your flat made things startlingly real.

“Go back to bed sweetheart,” your husband urged you, trying and failing to keep his mounting frustration from bleeding into his tone.

Like hell you were going back to sleep. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Marc answered immediately. His pointed look to the Avenger meant that Strange wasn’t going to divulge anything either.

“Sorry to wake you, Mrs. Spector,” the sorcerer offered instead.

“I’m not going anywhere until one of you tells me why he’s here in the middle of the night,” you informed both men plainly. It was perplexing to think that the men in charge of your planet’s safety, like Doctor Strange and your husband, were such shit liars.

“It’s Khonshu--” Strange began.

“He’s retired,” you interjected. Your husband resuming his superhero activities, especially when you’d just found out you were pregnant a few weeks ago, was your worst nightmare.

“I know,” he assured you, “I had a question for Marc, that’s all.”

“And I told him that I can’t be involved with any of this shit, in any capacity,” your husband fumed, “Twice now.”

“Well excuse me,” the sorcerer snarked, “and here I thought you’d become a consultant.”

You couldn't stifle the giggle that Strange’s comment brought forth. Marc bristled, “Please sweetie, will you wait for me in the bedroom? I’ll show Stephen out.”

Hearing that your husband was on a first-name basis with an Avenger made your head swim. You nodded, but didn’t completely comply, going only so far as the hallway so you could eavesdrop on them unseen.

“Did I just get you into trouble?” Strange inquired.

“Yes,” your husband confirmed. “Out of everything wrong with me, her only hang-ups are my ex-wife and the avatar shit, so summon one of those portal things before I have to kick you out myself.”

“Wow, okay, so Steven’s the one with the manners then,” he noted wryly.

Marc sighed so deeply you could hear it from across the flat. “How many times do I have to say–”

“Congratulations by the way.”

Your heart dropped. Did he know? He couldn’t know. You were nowhere near showing, how on earth could he know? Doctor Strange flew and did magic and traversed the multiverse, but there was no way he could tell that you were pregnant, was there?

“I’ll tear you limb from limb and rent your stupid cloak out for birthday parties,” Marc threatened in a snarl, “I didn’t want anyone knowing that we're together, let alone that we’re expecting. If that information leaves your lips, so help me–”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Strange promised him, “though it explains why I can’t convince you.”

“Use that forgetting spell on yourself,” your husband ordered.

“I’ll do you one better,” the sorcerer offered, “I’ll put you two under the protection of the London Sanctum. It’ll keep her safe while we sort all of this out…though it’d go a lot quicker if you–”

“Want me to re-introduce you to Jake?” Marc growled.

Now it was Strange’s turn to sigh. “You realize you don’t have the suit anymore, right?”

“Nunca lo necesité,” the man in question interceded, “Disfrutaría el desafío.”

“You really love her, don’t you?” the Avenger observed.

“She’s the reason I left Khonshu,” Marc confessed. After observing him so tight-lipped and protective about your relationship to Strange just now, your husband’s candor shocked you.

“I’d say you traded up,” the sorcerer remarked archly.

Marc stood firm. “Yeah, and I’m not looking to downgrade anytime soon.”

“Can’t blame you. Well Marc, it’s always a…time.”

The faint hum of what you assumed was the magic he conjured for the portals Strange used alerted you to scamper back to the bed and dive under the covers, so that when Marc returned you could convincingly feign sleep. Moments later, you felt the mattress dip under his weight and his arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Are you mad at me?” came his timid question, murmured into your hair.

You didn’t open your eyes. “That you told Doctor Strange to fuck off for the sake of our marriage? For our family? No, hun.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized anyway, “I hate how that this part of my past won’t let me go.”

“This wasn’t your fault and you didn't get involved,” you pointed out, implicitly urging him to let it go. “Can we go back to sleep? Need to rest up for my inevitable morning vomit sesh.”

Marc held your tighter and pressed a kiss to a notch of your spine. “‘Course baby.”

You weren’t exactly proud of how quick you were to brush the encounter off, but being a newlywed and a surprise pregnancy meant you had enough on your plate. There wasn’t any mental or emotional space to entertain the thought of your ex-avatar husband having to risk his life to ensure your, your unborn baby, and Earth’s safety, because if you did, the Hulk would look like a teddy bear in comparison to the state it’d send you in.

Luckily, Marc was even better at sweeping uncomfortable moments under the rug than you were. You didn’t give the late-night meeting with Doctor Strange a second thought until a few weeks later when you glimpsed a headline about another global calamity averted emblazoned across a fellow Tube passenger’s copy of The Guardian. Your first trimester made you incredibly motion sick, so you had to look away and deep breathe at once, since the last thing anyone wanted on their morning commute was a woman spewing all over the car.

Work served as the perfect distraction, until you received a particularly cryptic and distressing text from your husband mid-afternoon.

From: Hubby

Can you come home please?

From me:

Now? Are you alright?!

From Hubby:

Yes, I’m fine. Just need you to come home right away.

You huffed. That answered absolutely nothing and only made you more anxious. The periods at the ends of his sentences were a dead giveaway as to which alter you were texting with, so you pressed:

From me:

What’s wrong Marc?

From Hubby:

Everything’s fine, I promise.

From me:

Are you sick?

The three dots appeared that he was typing, but you’d already sprung from your desk chair at that point. You hurried over to a superior’s office to let them know you were leaving early, claiming a spousal emergency, and you didn’t even wait for a proper response from your boss before you returned to your office, collected your things, and dashed for the door.

From me:

Just told Graham I’m heading home. I’ll be there soon!! Do I need to call 999? Harry? Dr. Moorhead????

Marc never asked for help. He'd rather eat all ten toes. It was a point of contention in your relationship, something you were working through, so the fact he’d texted you in the middle of the afternoon asking you to come home freaked you the fuck out. You’d just gotten into a taxi - it’d be faster than the Tube this time of day - when he finally responded.

From Hubby:

No. See you soon.

You slammed your fist, still wrapped around the rectangle of your phone, down against the upholstered seat in the cab. If Marc was alive when you got home, you were going to kill him.

After one of the most fraught cab rides of your life, you breathlessly burst through the door of your flat. “MARC?! Jake?! Steven?! You okay?”

Your husband sat on the couch, appearing to be perfectly well. “Hi baby.”

You rushed to him, instantly putting the back of your hand to his forehead to check his temperature. “What’s wrong? God, would it kill you to tell me what’s going on? I nearly gave myself an ulcer on the way here.”

Marc caught your hand and brought your palm to his lips, murmuring “I’m sorry” into the skin there.

“Is someone going to tell me what the fuck is happening here?” you demanded.

“It’s okay, everything’s okay baby,” he tried to soothe you.

“Then why did you send me those vague bloody texts telling me to come home ASAP?”

A sound from the bedroom momentarily distracted you before Marc captured your other hand in his grasp and gently tugged you to take a seat next to him. He continued to apologize, “I’m sorry, so sorry baby. We didn’t know how else to do it, plus we wanted it to be a surprise.”

You regarded him warily. “For what to be a surprise?”

“Remember when Stephen – well, Doctor Strange came here?”

“Of course I do.”

“Well, he um…he knew you were pregnant–I didn’t tell him, he just…I don’t know he mystically sensed it or something–and he felt bad about implicating you in our business. I ended up helping him–nothing really, just told him some stuff he wanted to know about my time as Khonshu’s avatar, and he wanted to thank me–well us, I guess? He said to consider it a belated wedding or early–”

“Ay…I think I’ve missed a birthday with how long you’re taking!”

This was it. Forget your husband’s mental health struggles, you’d officially had a psychotic break. Because Jake had interrupted your conversation by walking into the room. In a separate body.

“Fucking hell!! You couldn’t wait thirty more seconds?!” Marc snapped at him.

Thank goodness you were already sitting down. The room swam. Your husband – wait, husbands?-- kept bickering with each other while you stared at them, glassy-eyed and slack-jawed.

“No voy a perder otro segundo teniendo que escucharte un parloteo. No tenemos todo el día aquí.”

“What the fuck is going on?” you asked yourself in an awestruck whisper.

“Honey?” Marc turned to you, “you’re okay.”

“Todo esta bien,” Jake added, rushing to your other side.

You were grateful that there were two of them, otherwise you would’ve collapsed. The thought made you laugh. Wow, you’d lost your mind with a stunning efficiency it seemed.

“Sweetheart, can you hear me?” Marc’s eyes searched yours, desperate for you to focus.

“Uh huh.”

“What este pendejo was trying to say,” Jake interjected, “is that el doctor did a spell where we all get our own body for twenty-four hours.”

“He can do that?” It was a stupid question, given that you were surrounded by two of your husbands, but your brain was all but fried.

“See! This is why I wanted to do it like this! We needed to ease her in!!” Marc lamented.

“Where’s Steven?” you asked. He had to be here somewhere too, right?

“You can come out now!” Marc hollered toward the kitchen, and lo and behold, the last third of your husband shuffled into view, complete with his individual body as well.

“Why am I always the only one who follows the plan?” Steven complained, then after taking one look at your ashen face, joined his counterparts tending to you. “Oh darling, are you alright? Sorry, I know this all must come as a terrible shock. You want me to put the kettle on? Make you a cuppa?”

“The only thing that could help me right now is a stiff drink, which I obviously can’t have because of…” you trailed off and gestured to your midsection.

“Right, sorry. Marc and I wanted to do this differently, but leave it to Jake to muck things up, as per usual,” he groused.

“Oye, vete a la mierda pequeño–”

Marc tried to stop them. “Shut up, both of you, this isn’t hel–”

“Oh my God is this what the inside of your head is like?” you wondered aloud, unable to squash a delirious chuckle.

“Yes,” Steven confirmed, trying to maintain composure, “a small sampling of it, I’m afraid.”

Your chuckling escalated to full-on unhinged laughter. What else were you to do when each of your husbands were given their own body and argued in front of you?

“Am I high? Or at the very least awake?”

“No and yes,” Marc replied.

“So this is why I had to come home early,” you surmised.

“Sí, we only have twenty-four hours, and we weren’t going to waste anymore on waiting when we could–”

“We could what?”

“Well, with the baby coming, naturally our sex life is going to take a hit,” Marc said, “so, this seemed like a perfect, one-in-a-lifetime opportunity to um…fulfill some fantasies.”

“You faked an emergency and made me ditch work so we could all have group sex?”

Steven groaned, “It sounds so tawdry when you put it like that.”

Marc buried his head in his hands, but Jake puffed up his chest. “Por qué no? Vas a trabajar cada día, ¡pero tal vez nunca volvamos a estar así!”

“No one is touching me…” you protested, heaving a labored breath as overwhelmed tears brimmed in your eyes. “No one is touching me until you all apologize! Properly! You scared the shit out of me just now! You can’t…you can't keep me in the dark like that…I can’t take the stress between your past and the baby and work…it’s too much! So guess what? The last thing I want to do right now is have sex!”

Three flummoxed faces of concern stared back at you as they each realized they’d severely miscalculated the reveal. Apparently you looked so pathetic it dispelled any of their urges to argue about it, the reminder that you were pregnant seemingly enough to shut them up and send them straight to contrition. Plus, they were probably still hopeful they could get some action later if they apologized right away.

“I’m sorry baby,” Marc began, pulling you to his chest, “We wanted this to be fun, but…”

“Somos estúpidos,” Jake finished for him, “Even with separate bodies, we all think with the head between our legs.”

Steven spoke next, “Take all the time you need, my love. We don’t even have to…do anything naughty. We just want to be with you like…as…as us.”

“Uh, no. We have to fuck,” Jake disagreed.

Before you could snipe back at Jake, you remembered something Marc had told you about the last time they were separated. Their entire journey through the Duat, Jake had been trapped in a sarcophagus. Despite being married to them, you couldn’t begin to imagine what it would be like to share your body, your life, with two other people the way they did.

So of course having a body of your own, especially if there was a clock on it, would be a momentous occasion, and it warmed your heart in a funny, roundabout way that Jake wanted to share this precious time with you as intimately as possible.

Therefore, you found yourself cackling at his remark. The three of them watched you dumbstruck.

“I think we broke her,” Marc muttered under his breath.

When you finally regained your breath and a modicum of your senses back, you proposed, “How about this…we make an early dinner to fuel up for um…the night ahead, shall we say? It’ll give me some time to adjust. Deal?”

It took about an hour, but you did calibrate to having multiple husbands in your flat. Jake and Marc were parked on the couch flipping between games on the telly and arguing over scores, players, and stats while Steven and you camped in the kitchen.

Steven had volunteered to make dinner, and you instantly offered to assist him, figuring that keeping your hands busy would help quiet your racing mind. The pair of you chopped vegetables and, in everyone but Steven’s case, chicken, to make a soup that would be hearty enough to sustain any physical exertion later but light enough so as not to hinder it.

“This is bizarre, innit?” Steven asked while he stirred the broth.

“Bizarre doesn't even begin to cover it,” you confessed. “I mean, I know crazy superhero magic shit like this happens, but never to me.”

“When Marc first told me he served Khonshu, I thought it was the stupidest thing I’d ever heard.”

You laughed at Steven’s frankness. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he echoed, his face splitting into a beatific grin. The two of you leaned across the stove to kiss each other. Neither of you hurried to break it. In fact, Steven slipped his tongue between the seam of your lips, while you turned to wrap your arms around him properly.

You nearly forgot the other two men were there until you were both startled apart by Jake whistling and crowing, “Ey! Save it for later!”

“Entonces vas a ayudarnos con la comida?” you shot back at him without any real heat.

Several moments transpired while you ate in which you lapsed into an astonished silence. Though you were no stranger to your husband being co-conscious, there was something even more wondrous about all three of them having to interrupt each other to speak, though despite their separate bodies, each man tended to talk over the other still.

Marc and Jake were put on cleanup duty, and Steven captured you in his arms once again. He dotted kisses from your clavicle, up the length of your neck, culminating at the extra sensitive spot behind your right ear. “How do you want to do this?”

You mewled at the pressure of his lips on your skin. “Mmmm, I wanna take a shower and primp a bit. Marc had a point earlier, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, might as well make the most of it, right?”

“Whatever you want,” he rumbled into your ear. You could feel Steven’s cock stir as he pressed himself into you.

A devilish smirk danced across your lips. “Wanna look extra fuckable for all of you.”

“Bloody hell, babe,” Steven’s hips stuttered against your leg. He leaned in to kiss you more, but you dodged him, instead scampering away toward the bathroom and throwing a cheeky look over your shoulder.

Beyond the fact that you knew that Jake would want to fuck you in the ass and you needed to prepare accordingly, it occurred to you that your insistence on getting dolled up was just as much for your benefit as it was for your partners. You were about to be more vulnerable than you’d ever been in a sexual situation, and though it was with the people you loved and trusted most in the world, sometimes confidence was best found from the outside-in. So you shaved your legs, styled your hair, made up your face, and slipped into the lingerie that you’d grabbed from your dresser before you retreated into the en-suite.

You examined the finished product of your efforts in the mirror. Your bump wasn’t quite a bump yet at just over twelve weeks, you just looked perennially bloated. You tried to smooth the frown from your face, reminding yourself that you weren’t fat, but instead growing a little life inside of you, the culmination of you and your husband’s love. Nevertheless, you adjusted the straps of the microscopic thong you’d squeezed yourself into to try and create a more flattering shape. After fluffing your hair one more time, you decided you were as ready as you’d ever be.

READ PART TWO

A/N: Eh? We like? Y’all are always so encouraging but if you feel compelled to leave any feedback I could really use it this time around!!!

Translations:

Nunca lo necesité - I never needed it

Disfrutaría el desafío - I will enjoy the challenge

No voy a perder otro segundo teniendo que escucharte un parloteo. No tenemos todo el día aquí - I'm not going to waste another second having to listen to you babble. We don't have all day here

Todo esta bien - Everything is ok

Este pendejo - This asshole

Oye, vete a la mierda pequeño - Hey, look here you little shit

Por qué no? Vas a trabajar cada día, ¡pero tal vez nunca volvamos a estar así! - Why not? You go to work every day, but we may never be like this again!

Somos estupidos - We’re stupid

Entonces vas a ayudarnos con la comida - Then are you going to help us with the food?

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bahbahhh · 10 months

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begin again

a lot of change happens in between Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom. let’s fill in the gaps.

zelda pov | zelink | totk spoilers | rated T zelinkweek2023 | @zelinkcommunity [first] [ ao3 ]

Again, big shout out to my beta reader @zeldaelmo who is an amazing writer for the LoZ fandom and is posting for zelink week as well. I had the pleasure of returning the favor for this totk zelink oneshot and absolutely recommend it.

chapter 2

for the prompt “forbidden”

Link’s just publicly recommended they destroy the most valuable resources available for the restoration of Hyrule and Zelda has no idea how to save him.

Everyone just stares, and with the company they find themselves in, it may as well be the very eyes of Hyrule itself that are on him. Zelda can’t find her breath. She’s back in Blatchery Plain, drenched in rain and despair, surrounded by a swarm of corrupted guardians. Link faced a sea of eyes then, too. He stands with his back to her, just like he does now, and she watches his silhouette light up with constellations of crimson.

He’s about to be blown to pieces right in front of her.

She starts to raise her hand to protect him like she did that day, only to remember she hasn’t felt the hum of power, nevermind summoned the glow of golden light to her fingertips, since they destroyed the Calamity six months ago. She’s a star burnt out with nothing to show of her once formidable brilliance, but an ugly scar on her hand.

“All of it?” Impa asks, calmly.

Link nods.

“Even the Divine Beasts?”

“Especially those,” he asserts.

He has yet to make eye contact with Zelda again since the smile; that red herring of a smile that had her daydreaming while he nocked a kill shot. She gives up on trying to summon his gaze with her mind and glances desperately at Impa. The keeper of their histories, a guardian of lost tapestries and lessons of the past, a voice of reason in the hundred year storm—

But Zelda sees none of the women she thought she knew in the way Impa considers him. She’s got her head tilted pensively, like she might actually be contemplating what Link has said, which is impossible because he is suggesting they dismantle all the ancient relics of her people.

Impa rotates her gaze out to the crowd and extends her hands to welcome the discussion, looking like a statue of the Goddess herself. Zelda’s heart drops into the pit of her stomach with a splash. She wants to scream, at both of them, but the continued and calm silence of the crowd is starting to feel less like they are preparing to strike and more like Link’s found the hidden door they’ve all been searching for. An emotional outburst could compromise the cogendy of any argument she might make.

Goddess, she can still hear her father’s voice in her head after all these years.

“Where would it all go?” Reede finally asks.

Link crosses his arms over his chest, thinks about it for a half a second –1 like they are talking about something as simple as mending a pasture fence – and offers, “Sheikah Slate has a limitless inventory. Load it all into the Slate and then get rid of it.”

“How do you suppose we do that?”

“Smash it with a hammer?”

Purah gasps. “That would be such a waste, Linky! We still haven’t unlocked a quarter of the Slate’s potential.”

“You’ll build something better.”

“Like what?” Robbie says, visibly shaken and pale.

‘That’s your thing, isn’t it?’ Link signs.

“If I may, wouldn’t destroying the Sheikah Technology prolong restoration efforts?” says Hudson of Tarrey Town.

Link nods.

“Did you yourself not benefit from the technology during your travels?” Traysi asks in a strangely formal tone. She lifts a pen and paper out of her lap without looking away from Link.

He shrugs and Traysi’s expression sinks. She must be remembering he’s Hyrule’s worst interview subject. She rolls her shoulders back and tries again.

“Wasn’t it Sheikah Technology that saved you from death?”

An unbearable amount of guilt seethes out from wounds deep inside Zelda. Questions she’ll never feel brave enough to voice echo in the silence that follows Traysi’s: Did I make the right call? Is it what you wanted me to do? She can’t see his face, but she imagines it is unsettlingly neutral, as it always is in crucial moments of outrageous tension.

Do you resent me for what I did? She’s screaming inside her head, glaring at the back of his skull. Unbearable heat swirls in her chest like dragon’s breath. You must! Just say you do!

“It trapped his soul inside his body,” King Dorephan says.

Link’s body flinches. It’s microscopic. Zelda only catches it because she’s so focused on him, but she sees it, and pain blooms in the very center of her chest.

“Mipha’s soul was trapped inside Vah Ruta after all these years, too.” King Dorephan continues. He is a monolith of a presence and yet, when he speaks about his late daughter, somehow, he’s transformed into something smaller and broken. This is the price of a long life. The Rito who flew with Revali, the Gerudo who marched with Urbosa, the Gorons who laughed with Daruk; they have all since passed. If there is grief, it is distant and therefore, instinctively more bearable. Only the Sheikah can begin to relate and still, with the Champions, the Zora stand alone. Zelda’s here. The Sheikah’s Princess returned.

The title suddenly feels too heavy again.

“Father, her body was gone,” Prince Sidon says gently. He has tears in his eyes. Unapologetically emotional as ever, and instead of responding with rage or shame, the great King of the Zora places a hand on Sidon’s shoulders. His eyes, set beneath the mighty crown of his people, swim with tears as well.

Zelda wilts with envy.

“The Zora second Link’s motion to destroy all Sheikah Technology.”

“We-we would be forfeiting artifacts that have withstood the test of time and have proven immensely useful,” Robbie proclaims. For the first time, he looks his age. Shaking where he stands, shoulders crested with fatigue, his hands braced on the back of Purah’s chair.

“When they function properly,” Teba’s chimes in. He has the kind of call that booms across the Tabantha sky. A few Ritos whistle in consensus. “Vah Medoh terrorized our people for decades. Too many Rito warriors took their final dive after it claimed the sky for the Calamity.”

“It didn’t get you though, Dad,” Tulin says.

Teba grins, “Right. Thanks to Link. Kaneli?”

“The Rito soar with Link.” Kaneli flashes his massive wingspan. “Destroy it all.”

“Forget a hammer, the Gorons will take care of anything that needs smashing,” Bludo grunts.

Yubuno clenches his fists and blows out a sphere of molten light around him. “Yeah, goro! We got this!”

“We passed many guardians and shrines during the march here from the desert. They are a map of tremendous loss across Hyrule. The Gerudo cannot remember a time when this technology was useful. We only know its devastation. It is time to let the past go. Hyrule is ready to move forward.” Riju sets her hands on her hips and nods in Link’s direction.

“Our research…we would be throwing it all away!” Purah cries, and like Robbie, she’s looking her age. Six and completely devastated the grown ups are planning to take away her favorite toy.

“Correct me if I'm wrong, Purah, Robbie, but weren’t the shrines and the Slate originally created specifically for Link? For the chosen hero?” Impa asks.

“Yes, that is correct,” Robbie says.

“And we all believe Calamity Ganon is finally vanquished, yes?” Impa turns to look at the crowd.

“Mipha’s Grace.” One of the elder Zora crosses his fins at the same time Buliara and the other Gerudo soldiers raise their spears. Teba whistles and the Hylian’s offer the sign of the Goddess with their hands. It is a resounding and unanimous ‘good riddance’.

“So, with this in mind, have the shrines and the Slate not served their purpose?”

“Well, yes, I suppose that’s true,” Robbie says. Purah starts pouting. Zelda can see the defeat starting to take root around the Sheikah researchers. Feels it starting to wrap around her own ankles. She feathers a hand up to touch the spot where her voice is trapped in her throat. All those years resisting her father’s guidance and now, it’s the one thing keeping her from damning herself. To this group, so revitalized by new hope, united and rising from a hundred years of ruin, her proposal of clinging to their ashes might feel like poison.

Like malice.

“I know it feels like a waste, dear sister. Robbie. But I ask that you both consider the possibility this is not another squandering of our efforts.”

“It’s the fulfillment of them.” Paya’s voice is exceptionally steady. She folds her hands over Robbie’s and helps him peel back his fingers from the back of Purah’s chair.

“The Zora will continue to look to the Sheikah for guidance,” Sidon says.

“It would be foolish to ignore the knowledge of the Sheikah,” Kaneli agrees.

“Like Link said, this is our opportunity to build something new for Hyrule.” Yubono pumps his fist in the air.

“Something better,” Riju adds.

“We will all have a hand in rebuilding Hyrule. From the ground up this time.” Hudson rubs his hands together like he’s ready to get started.

Tulin lets out a cheer. His voice is youthful and hopeful and infectious. The perfect song for the future of Hyrule. A few out Rito echo him and then the Gerudo join in. Then the Gorons, and the Zora and the Hylians. Impa holds her arms out to Purah and both she and Robbie lunge forward to embrace her. Link claps a few times and then finally looks over his shoulder at Zelda. His eyes are brighter than luminous stones.

He has no idea what he’s done.

The smile was just a smile. A pathetically desperate misinterpretation on her part. He smiles because he’s polite, not because she’s something special or they are together in any of this.

Link died on the field that day. And with him–

The pages slip from her hands. Her proposal scatters across the grass at her feet.

She scurries to gather them up and Link immediately takes a knee to help her. Zelda snatches the pages back into her chest and recoils like the wounded animal she is. He blinks at her, a wordless question forming on his lips. The hand outstretched for the pages turns over slowly to offer his palm to her. He’s trying to help her up without any idea he’s the one who put her here.

“What says the Princess of new Hyrule?” It's Traysi’s voice. Probably ready with her pen, eager to draft a report and spit the plan for the restoration out to the Rumor Mill by sunset.

Her hands are shaking. Dozens of eyes on her, fire in her throat, nothing but a scar on her hand. She glances down at the mark, a nameless cluster of triangles. In stasis, she decided they represented the holy Springs. For a time, she held all three in her hand, but Courage and Power only flowed through her. For some reason, predetermined by fate that has proven nothing but cruel, she is the vessel for Wisdom.

And Wisdom tells Zelda her thoughts have no value. They never have. She looks around at the faces of her people. Unknowingly, they’ve not only stolen her newfound sense of purpose–they are making it forbidden.

And now they are asking for her blessing.

She swallows what feels like acid and looks back at Link. At some point in her reeling, she’s risen to her feet without realizing it. He remains on his knees, looking up at her with an innocent tilt of confusion, Master Sword strapped to his back. Her body blocks out the sun and casts a looming shadow over his face. The pasture falls away from her. She’s surrounded by cascades of water and trees twisted with age and swarms of fireflies. Beneath her feet, an altar with a space for a traveler’s gift lifts her even higher above him. Zelda tries to keep the horror from washing over her face, but the restraint necessary only makes her feel like she might turn into stone.

Is it a crown they want her to wear or a halo?

Zelda gathers herself and says the only thing she can summon from the depths of her panic, “May the Light of the Goddess shine upon you.”

—-

The Summit lasts four days. Link has all of the shrines, towers, and the majority of the remaining guardians already mapped out on the Slate, so it is only a matter of divvying up the work. Each group is responsible for their assigned regions and are free to do what they please with the guardian parts once the cores are removed. The Gerudo and the Zora verbalize their intent to destroy all the Sheikah tech in their territories, but the Gorons, Rito, and the Hylians (who stand the most to gain from recycled materials) plan to repurpose.

The plan is to harvest the ancient cores and store them in the Slate. Link will travel across Hyrule to load the cores into Slate, along with any unwanted materials it has the capacity to absorb. Once the guardians are taken care of and they figure out how to dismantle the shrines, they’ll destroy the Sheikah Slate, smother the ancient furnaces, and bury the Divine Beasts. They will reconvene as needed to collectively approve next steps. The Sheikah are tasked with what to do with the towers because everyone agrees there is value in preserving a modern mapping system as long as a new network is created.

It is Link’s task to figure out how to handle the shrines since he is the only one who can enter them. He disappears into the shrine near his house the first night only to emerge several hours later, circling it like a wolf. He eventually settles down and appears to just glare at the terminal until the sun rises. He does the same thing the following night and the night after that. Zelda knows this because she’s been watching him from Purah’s second floor window.

Seeing him struggle with it doesn’t make her feel better (okay, it helps a little), and it’s hard to stay upset when she sees how well-received his recommendation is; how necessary it feels for the rest of Hyrule to start planning their future. It’s just when this anger completely deflates, she knows she’ll be left to deal with what actually lies beneath it, as is often the case with her anger, and it’s a sorrow she’s afraid she will drown in.

“He’s still at it?” Zelda jumps back from the window at the sound of Purah’s voice.

“What? Link? I wasn’t–” Zelda sputters.

Purah waves her tiny hands and tip toes across the floor to a desk. “Don’t worry about it. He’s a fascinating subject.”

“Why are you up so late?” Zelda wraps her arms around herself. Purah gets a guilty look, but as Zelda draws closer, she hears a soft, excited hum coming from the researcher. Like Zelda’s presence alone lit some internal fuse and Purah is on the verge of bursting into sparkles.

“If I tell you something, do you promise not to tell anyone else?”

Zelda knows this is a dangerous game, Purah used to say the same thing a hundred years ago, right before she launched into an explanation as to why the western castle wall was damaged, again.

“Did you break something?”

“No!” Purah sets her fists in her hips, insulted.

“Are you going to?”

“Princess!”

Zelda lifts her eyebrows.

“Come on, do you want to see what I’m working on or not.” Purah stomps her feet very softly in an exaggerated manner, obviously trying to keep the noise level down.

“Okay, okay, I promise.”

“Pinky promise! I mean it, I need you to have my back like old times. You were the only reason my research didn’t get shut down back then.”

“It was threatened.” Zelda smiles at the avalanche of memory that befalls her. It didn’t feel funny at the time, – lying to her father, tempting his wrath – but it felt good to protect something she was equally as passionate about.

“I know.” Purah rolls her eyes.

“Multiple times.”

“I know! So, so, so?” Purah holds up her pinky and wiggles it at Zelda. Zelda rolls her shoulders back and sighs.

“Okay, pinky promise,” she says and loops her finger with Purah’s.

Purah flings open a wide drawer filled with blueprints. She throws the top half of pages to the floor with enthusiasm, mumbling about how Symin can pick them up later, and rummages around the rest with a hushed frenzy. Zelda spots a copy of the new Hyrule map from the Summit with the restoration territories outlined. Purah’s already marked all the Sheikah tower locations and made notes on possible spots for relocation.

Even she’s found a purpose in the path forward.

Purah fans out the papers hidden at the very bottom of the drawer out on her desk. “I’ve expedited my experiments with the Anti-Aging Rune. I just want to reverse this,” she gestures to herself extravagantly, “and then they can do whatever they want with the Sheikah Slate.”

“You’re going to return to your original state? You’ll be over a hundred and–”

“No. I just want to look old enough so people stop telling me I need to take a nap whenever I raise my voice.” A beat. “And I want to be able to reach the jar Symin hides the honey candies in.”

Zelda scans over Purah’s design, which calls for the Guidance Stone, the Sheikah Slate, and something called ‘cellular maturity milestone marker’ coding.

“Does Impa know you're working on this?”

“It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than seek permission, Princess. And besides, I’ve already got ideas for a better Slate with an even better name, so that should buy me a royal pardon if I need it, right?”

As if Zelda holds any authority in any of this.

Zelda backs away from Purah’s desk and the ugly feelings of jealousy starting to bubble up inside her. She ends up back at the window and turns her face to the cool night air. Link’s pacing in front of the Shrine again.

“Do you think he’ll figure it out?” Zelda asks.

“The shrines? Yes.”

“He’s always been good at puzzles.”

“Yeah, but so have you. Aren’t you going to help him?” Purah quips innocently. With the way her hushed voice carries in the night, it’s like she's speaking from Zelda’s shoulder.

—-

Zelda hasn’t spoken to him since the first day. If he’s noticed, he hasn’t made it known. He’ll occasionally catch her eye and smile, but she’s learned not to read into that anymore and hardens herself to any tenderness that attempts to sidetrack her thoughts.

Purah asks her to retrieve the Sheikah Slate from Link when he’s done with it so she can run a trial on the Anti-Aging Rune before Symin wakes up. If nothing else, it gives Zelda an excuse to wander down to the shrine while she’s still deciding if she wants to help him.

He’s sitting cross-legged on the terminal gate with his chin in his hand when she approaches. The Master Sword lays unsheathed beside him. Weathered and dull, unable to glimmer even in the moonlight. Like her, it hasn’t glowed since the final battle.

It takes a second for him to return from wherever his thoughts are, but she can tell he’s been aware of her somehow since she started climbing the hill up to the shrine. He paws his chin with his fingers and then flops backward in the grass at her feet with a frustrated sigh.

“Can’t figure it out?” She asks.

He puffs some hair into his bangs and signs, ‘Not yet.’

She sits down beside him. “Do you think there is a core inside?”

He crinkles his nose and shakes his head.

“You told me you think the Shrines, like Divine Beasts, run on some kind of spirit-based energy, right?”

He nods.

“But when you clear a Shrine, the spirit of the Sheikah Monk inside disappears?”

“Right.” Link sits up on his elbows and rolls his head around his shoulders.

“But the Shrine stays semi-active, doesn’t it? Wouldn’t that imply a power source remains?”

Link shrugs. Zelda follows the curls of cerulean along the walls of the shrine up to the peak where the Sheikah Eye glows. The symbol always brought her comfort. The presence of a friend, the company of like minds—a buffer of protection against the unbearable amount of pressure building on her shoulders since the day she turned seven. But the symbol feels different now, as most symbols tend to do with time. It doesn’t bring her much comfort. It’s just another thing from her past she has to let go of; the sign of something else evolving without her.

It stares unblinking and focused on some distance point she can’t see.

He taps her on the shoulder to pull her attention back to him. A tiny pulse of electricity moves from his fingers down into her belly when he seems to appraise her face before he signs.

‘Any ideas?’ He looks tired. Overdue for a visit. She can feel sleep reaching for her as well. Her attention drifts back to the Sheikah Eye and she imagines it closing shut. Resting like they both should. Like she could if she had a bed.

A home.

“You said you think the Shrines work like the Divine Beasts? So in theory, those stopped working because our friends—” Grief, unexpected and sudden, crackles in her voice. She clears her throat. Pivots. “You can’t use their gifts any longer, right?”

Link flexes his fingers slowly. Like he’s just missing something that keeps passing through his fingers. “I let them go.”

She thinks about what King Dorephan said about the Shrine of Resurrection and Link’s soul. How he had been unable to die because the Shrine kept his soul tethered to his body while the waters healed it. She thinks about eyes closing and Tulin’s cheering and the sadness that comes with at last fulfilling one’s purpose.

“Can I see the Slate?” She asks. Link unclips it from his belt and slides it over to her in the grass. Purah would slap him if she saw just how casually he handles it. Zelda wants to tell him to be careful, that Purah might be tall enough to reach his face soon, but she has a pinky promise to keep, and the Slate will be gone before too long, anyway. She weighs it with her hands a few times and then stands to approach the terminal.

“How do you activate the Shrine if there isn’t a slot?” She feels Link come up beside her. He leans over and mimics holding the Slate over the Sheikah symbol with an empty hand. The hair on her arm stands on end in his closeness. Will this feeling ever go away? Or will it always feel like she is about to be struck by lightning whenever he’s near?

“Have you ever tried to do it again once the Shrine is activated?”

“No.”

Zelda lifts the Slate up to the terminal. Nothing happens. The shrine glows calm and blue, the door stays shut, the Slate screen blank–as she suspects it would. She bites her cheek and hands the Slate back to him. “You try.”

The second he holds the Slate over the terminal, the light at the center of the Sheikah Eye blinks once, calling the Slate to life. He turns over and inspects the screen. The name of the Shrine, which Zelda assumes is the name of the Sheikah Monk whose soul powered it for thousands of years, has a check mark next to it. She assumes it is because Link completed the trial inside.

Below the name is a single, pulsing command:

> Rest? <

They snap their heads up to look at each other at the same time.

Link’s shoulders collapse. An irritated puff air escapes his nose.

Zelda leans over him, presses her thumb against the word, and watches it dissolve into the darkness of the screen. The steel shifts under her feet, and they immediately scramble off the back of the entryway because the Shrine has started disintegrating around them. Link wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her flush against him so his body breaks their fall when they hit the grass.

They watch the last bit of light in the Sheikah symbol disappear into nothing. In a matter of ten seconds, the only evidence the Shrine was ever there is a round footprint of dirt. There are no materials to sort through, no cavern to fill in. She shifts and sits between his bent legs, frantically turning on the Sheikah Slate where, on the digital map of Hyrule, the symbol marking where the Shrine was is completely gone.

“I…I can’t believe that actually worked!” She laughs, collects herself, holds the Slate out at another angle and laughs again.“You were right about the spirit energy,” she insists. Funeral pires, ashes in the wind, a deliberate letting go; one way or another, a soul needs to be put to rest. Otherwise, it just spins like a windmill blade even after the wind is gone.

“How did you know?”

“I’m just good at solving puzzles.” Purah deserves a honey candy for reminding her of that. “It will speed the restoration up significantly if that’s all you need to do…” Her voice trails off slowly. He’s got his head next to hers, eyes fixed on the Slate in front of them. It takes everything inside her not to fold back against him, so viciously desperate for touch – for his touch – her hands start to tremble with urgency. The last drop of anger left inside her vanished with the shrine. And as predicted, the misery left behind is deep and agonizing and it goes by another name:

Loneliness.

#totk spoilers #totk #totk fanfiction #totk fanfic #totk zelink #botw zelink #botw #breath of the wild #loz #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #loz totk #zelinkweek2023 #zelinkcommunity #bahbahhhart #bahbahhhwrites #begin again

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yelena belova is aroace.

Yelena Belova is canonically aroace.

Lately people dismissing that has been getting on my nerves VERY much, so I’m making this post lol.

First the terminology:

Aromantic — an individual who doesn’t experience romantic attraction.

Asexual — an individual that doesn’t experience sexual attraction.

AroSpec — spectrum that includes different aromantic identities, from aros who don’t feel romantic attraction to those who do under certain circumstances or rarely.

AceSpec — spectrum that includes different asexual identities, from aces who don’t feel sexual attraction to those who do under certain circumstances or rarely.

So first thing i will put here is this;

This in my humble opinion should be enough of a proof, but apparently it is not.

First this part of an interview, the person speaking is a creator/co-creator of Yelena. She says she is most likely to identify as asexual than to follow Nat’s romantic path. Hinting at both aro & ace.

So in the comics Yelena shows no interest dating, as far as i am aware she has no romantic interest in the comics. She is repulsed by sex, she calls herself „nothing” referring to her sexual identity.

As much as many like to say she is a lesbian, she is not, how fucking stupid you sound, honestly. She says it herself, if I said I’m not a lesbian, would you question it? No? Then don’t question her, she says she is not a lesbian, she has no wlw storyline. Drop the fucking lesbian hc.

Some possible foreshadowing in the MCU

1. When she is talking with a widow and a former Ana (show: Hawkeye), there is a line said by the widow accompanying her: „…you and Natasha can be reunited again and live your sex in the city fantasy”.

^ Yelena leaves the room, as soon as the word „sex” is mentioned her face drops, then we have this scene where she’s looking at herself in the mirror.

2. When talking about kids and family (movie: Black Widow) she mentions she wants a dog.

3. When describing „fake story” of her life she made up because her birth certificate was burnt she says Natasha has a husband and talks about her parents, but mentions nothing about her husband or possible spouses or children. (movie: Black Widow)

4. Yelena tends to wear a lot of aro/ace flag colors.

green coat & purple lipstick (green = aro | purple = ace)

yellow & blue colors = aroace flag

Overall Yelena wears a lot of green and white and black together, aromantic flag colors.

^^ can you call that „over the top?” yeah sure… let me remind yall something else:

when enid wore this sweather yall went WILD.

but when Yelena is wearing aroace colors all the time it’s called „reaching”…?

I will continue this with even more, because while you can agree with me and say she is aroace, still there will be people who claim she is aroace, agree, but then this fucking argument comes into place:

„AROS CAN DATE”

„ACES CAN FUCK”

„QPRS EXIST”

Do you see what’s wrong with those sentences? Nothing.

There’s a „but” thoooo…

There is nothing wrong with those, but using those arguments to totally ignore her sexuality ship her and treat her like suddenly she is allo is not it.

Yelena has shown no interest in dating or sex, we can assume she is sex-repulsed as she has shows repulsion to sex and she is to me at least implied to be romance-repulsed.

And we’ve found the problem.

Sex Repulsed Aces are as you can imagine repulsed by sex. Romance Repulsed Aros are repulsed by romance… So how is someone repulsed by said things engaging in said interaction and is not repulsed by them???

I think it’s a great idea to write her into said situations to show she is repulsed and to show it’s okay, because her life, my life, the lives of other uninterested in such thing aro/ace, our lives don’t end here.

Using how some people navigate through their sexuality to justify this is wrong.

You wouldn’t write a lesbian with a man, because bi lesbians exist and she may be a bi lesbian, right?

^ just an fyi, that’s an example, the term bi-lesbian is extremely harmful to both bisexuals and lesbians. check out this for more.

The QPR dilemma is that you don’t understand what a QPR is… it’s not more than friends…it’s not in the middle, it’s out of the regular binary of relationships. Relationships I actually think are QPRs:

Friends with benefits — purely platonic, but you fuck.

Situationship — just friends that do romantic stuff together, unless you call it a romantic relationship, with the other person agreeing on that, it is not one.

QPRs are amazing and beautiful, but it’s not always about fucking and kissing and „acting like a couple” but being a QPR. It can be being friends and living together, not temporary. It can be being friends and co-parenting. It can be many things.

But as I said Yelena is repulsed, why would someone repulsed by sex/romance engage in said thing happily with no doubts, fears, negative feelings just because it’s a qpr, so it’s suddenly fine…?

This is for now all I have to say about this.

As an AroAce, who desires no romantic relationship or a sexual one please please please let us have this representation, for once in our fucking lives.

MORE OF MY POSTS ON YELENA BEING AROACE AND ARO/ACE LINKS LINKED HERE:

answering an anon-ask.

more talk about the comic panel.

harmful aro stereotypes.

shipping aroaces + yelena belova.

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jade-04 · 2 years

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Dove (Part 1)

Eddie Munson x fem!Henderson!reader and Steve Harrington x fem!Henderson!reader

Summary: Dustin Henderson’s older sister finds herself in a predicament having to choose between Steve “the Hair” Harrington and Eddie “the Freak” Munson

a/n: Hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so let me know what I can improve on. This is just the first part and I’ve already written more, just didnt want to release it all at once :) Hope you guys like it!

Warnings: mainly just swearing, that's about it.

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“Seriously (Y/N), youre bailing on us?” Robin whined.

“C’mon this is a big chance for me! Besides, I havent bailed on movie nights as much as Harrington has!” You argued back knowing tonight was gonna be big for you.

A local band was holding auditions for a lead singer and you knew this was your opportunity to show off your skills. The only problem was that the date and time of said auditions happened to fall on your weekly movie night with Steve and Robin. You felt bad, truly you did, but it was the first time you’ve ever missed a movie night.

“Hey! At least my excuses to miss movie nights are valid!” Steve argued back.

“My excuse is valid too! Also, may I remind both of you” you paused, shooting them both desperate glances “that this is the first time I have ever missed movie night. Besides, we’re watching Ghostbusters! Do you understand how many times my brother has forced me to watch that movie with him?”

“Oh come on, little Henderson has great taste and you know that (Y/N)! It’s a good movie!” Steve began to argue trying to defend your younger brother.

You could never win an argument with Steve, especially if you mentioned Dustins name. He was your brothers favorite person, which made you slightly jealous because that spot used to be yours up until 2 year ago when Steve became his idol.

“Please guys. I’m begging you!” You whined. “If this audition goes well, this could mean big things for me! This could be my big break!”

“So… youre telling me that you think your “big break” is gonna come from being the lead singer of a band in a small town like Hawkins?” Robin question you raising an eyebrow. You knew she was skeptical because she just wanted the best for you, but it also didnt help that she knew if you were’nt coming to movie night, neither was Steve.

She knew something you didnt about Steve and it was the fact that he had a massive crush on you, he has since you worked at the comic book store across from Scoops Ahoy before the mall burnt done. You would come in during your 15 and order a scoop of cherry icecream and sit in the booth closest to the entrance to make sure you could dart across the mall to get back into the shop on time. Gradually, you started to come in more because you started to make friends with Robin, though she hated to admit it, she was a nerd who loved comic books, so you would both always see eachother at work, which slowly turned into becoming best friends with eachother. The more you came in to bug Robin and buy ice cream, the more you and Steve saw of eachother and because of this you and Steve became friends. This also caused him to develop a crush on you.

“We all have to start somewhere and this, this is could be my start!” You were desperate for forgiveness from the two of them and you weren’t going to let this go until they said they would be fine with it. “Please. Ill make it up to you! Double feature next Friday?” You offered up the deal hoping they would take it, you also knew Robin could’nt resist a double feature.

“Hmmm… okay fine!” Robin said enthusiastically “I get to pick the double feature though!”

You were so excited that at least Robin was okay with letting go of tonight movie night if it meant getting full control of what movie and it being a double feature next week.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squealed hugging Robin over the counter excitedly.

“Hey hey hey! I did not agree to this” Steve crossed his arms “First of all, you know how I feel about double features. Second of all, Robin has horrible taste in movies” he motioned to Robin frustratedly.

“She does not! I have absolute faith that she’ll pick a great movie” You said jumping to her defense “Also, I’ll add one more thing to my deal. Okay, Steve?” You glared at him.

“Fine, what is it?” He asked sounding slightly irritated.

“Ill bring you guys lunch tomorrow AND Ill bring dinner for next weeks movie night.” You raised your eyebrows hoping he would take your offer

“And how do you plan on bringing us lunch tomorrow? You work the same time we do.” Steve raised his point hoping you’ll just back down and come to movie night.

“Did you forget my job is right next to the best burger place in town?” You let out a small laugh with confidence knowing this would work. They both can never so no to food, especially if it’s free.

You worked a couple blocks down from the Family Video at a tiny record store, that just happened to be connected to the diner where you, Robin, and Steve would occasionally hang out at after school and before your shifts at your respective jobs. Though Steve was out of school, you and Robin were in the 2nd month of your senior year. You would have been out of school by now if not for your mother deciding to make you go through kindergarten again because you were struggling with comprehension. Robin was the only one who knew, she was your best friend after all, but she really appreciated that she would have a friend with her throughout senior year.

“Fine, I guess.” Steve said narrowing his eyes at you with a smile.

You pulled him into a tight hug. “You guys wont regret it! I promise!” You let go, jumping up and down, something that both you and youre brother seemed to do when excited. “Okay okay okay, I have to go now because my break is over in like 5 minutes and I cant have my boss getting mad at me again.” You gave them each a quick hug before running out the store and getting into your car to head back to work.

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It was a couple hours later, your shift just ended and you had about an hour to go home and get ready for your audition. You had no idea what to wear especially because you didn’t want to look overdressed or underdressed. After about 10 minutes of contemplation you decided to keep on your jeans and boots and just switch out your work uniform top for a black satin tank top. You figured it was good enough, but you wanted to accesorize a little. You threw on a couple rings and a necklace your mom and brother got you last christmas. You brushed out your hair and refreshed your makeup leaving you without about half an hour before you needed to leave your house.You wandered out to the living room so you could chill for a bit and calm your nerves before needing to go. You didnt think you were gonna do bad, you were confident in your skills. Mainly you were nervous because you had no idea who was in this band. You just saw the sign for auditions and decided to go for ti. Probably not the best idea, but you were willing to take that risk.

Before you knew it, it was time to go. You grabbed your jacket and keys and headed out. The location of the auditions was weird. It was at somebodys house which already made you slightly skeptical, but you knew how to protect yourself after everything that’s happened these last few years. You parked at the end of the driveway and as you walked up you were shocked to see that there were only 3 people auditioning and you were the only girl.

‘Shit’ you thought to yourself starting to regret your decision. You even thought about turning around and just driving to Robins house and enduring through Ghostbusters. You were getting in your head as you started getting closer to the garage the auditions were being held in, but a voice drew you out of your head.

“My my my, do my eyes deceive me or is that (Y/N) Henderson?”

Eddie fucking Munson.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #fem!reader #henderson!reader

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Azusa Maniac [05]

ー The scene starts in the living room of Kino’s manor

Kino: ーー Yeah, yeah. I understand. I’ll send them your way.

...I know. I’ll do well. Talk to you later.

*Tap*

Kino: ...

Yuuri: Kino. That call just now...

Kino: Hmー For some reason the Church is asking for half-dead Demons again.

You heard me, Yuuri.

Go and tell the Ghouls to go find some random Demons which are on the verge of death and hand them over to the Church.

Yuuri: ...I wonder what they are trying to accomplish.

Kino: I’m not sure but I guess they’re doing human experiments? That or they’re trying their luck at cloning.

Well, either way, from the looks of it, things aren’t going all too smooth on their end.

Anyway, I’m counting on you. I’m gonna head out for a bit.

Yuuri: Roger.

ー Kino leaves the house

Kino: ...Huh? Azusa? What are you doing out here?

Azusa: ...

Kino: You know you can’t be wandering around unsupervised.

I hope you realize that I showed my good heart by letting you leave your cell?

Azusa: I know...But I wanted to talk to you no matter what.

Kino-san...Why did you do such a thing?

Kino: ...Such a thing? Did I do anything?

Azusa: I’m asking why you burnt the Vibora Clan to death...!

Kino: ...Because you guys were at the Castle, obviously?

I thought you went to snitch to them.

That’s why I figured that now that the whole Vibora Clan had gathered in one place, I could use the opportunity to get rid of all of them.

I got rid of them before they get rid of me, that’s all. We don’t take any blame.

Azusa: ...

But, I...I didn’t mention you to Zweig-sama...! So why...!?

Kino: I didn’t know that. I mean, that kind of unexpected.

You were being falsely accused of a crime, so it just didn’t make sense to me that you’d try

ー Azusa grabs hold of his collar

Azusa: ーー I’ve never looked at it like that!

Kino: Che...Buzz off!

*Thud*

Azusa: ーー Uu...

Kino: I only did what I had to do.

I’m sure you’re well aware what kind of situation we’re experiencing right now...The Demon World is basically at war.

If you want to put the blame on me that badly, then why didn’t you try and fix the whole mess yourself!,

ーー With that arm of yours!

*Thud*

Azusa: ...Ugh...!

ー The scene shifts to the guest room

Yui: ...I wonder where Azusa-kun could have gone?

( Quite some time has passed, but he still hasn’t come back... )

Selection

→ Go look for him

Yui: ( I can’t help but be worried about Azusa-kun. I’ll go look for him right away. )

( His wounds may be almost fully healed, I just can’t leave him alone. )

→ Wait here (❦)

Yui: ( I’m worried, but I’ll wait. )

( I’m pretty sure my past self would have gotten too protective over him...But I want to believe that he’ll be fine. )

ー She can hear a commotion outside

Yui: Hm...?

( It’s awfully noisy outside...? People are aruging? )

ー She walks towards the window

Yui: !? Azusa-kun and Kino-kun...!?

( Also...Azusa-kun is laying on the ground!? )

ー She rushes outside

Yui: ーー Kino-kun, stop!

Kino: Ahーah. What a shame. Ms. Nuisance has showed up.

Azusa: Eve...

Yui: Kino-kun, what did you do to Azusa-kun...!?

Kino: Nothing, really? We were just having a little chat. A fun one, at that.

Yui: ( Fun...? It looks far from fun to me though. )

Kino: ...Why are you looking at me like that? What a pain.

Or rather, I think it’s about time Azusa returns to his cell. Seems like he’s feeling a lot better already.

Yui: Ugh...

If you’re going to lock him up, then I’m going with him.

Kino: Is that so? Be my guest.

Monologue

Once again, we entered the prison cell,

where Ruki-kun and the others had been kept captive.

They all seemed very surprised,

but I believe what caught their attention the most,

was Azusa-kun.

I do not know what exactly he talked about with Kino-kun.

But ever since their argument, he’s been seemingl brooding (思いつめた) over something,

constantly sporting a gloomy expression on his face.

I wonder if perhaps,

Kino-kun said something inconsiderate (余計なこと) towards him?

I honestly had no clue what to say to him,

as he sat there in the corner of his cell,

not speaking a single word.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #azusa mukami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leazusamaniac5

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snakegorl212006 · 8 months

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Heart of Roses (pt2)

From above. The creature flew down from the sky,landing on the cauldron. His appearance was mostly human aside from the wings and his horse-like tail “Begone or suffer his wrath” he states. You assume he meant the guardian of this place “easy deuce. This one means no harm” a voice spoke from behind. When you turned you spotted a tall centaur with green fur which matched his hair. He wore glasses and had a bag filled with herbs and spices “Cater told me you want to help. So i came as fast as i could” the centaur said as he rubbed the back of his head “but trey… what if” Deuce mumbled “that’s where you and ace come in.. where’s ace” trey asked “with Riddle. Oh he wanted me to tell you to hurry up” deuce replied sheepishly “alright… anyway what is your name so i don’t just call you human” trey asked “y/n and this is…” “grim the most powerful monster alive” Grim puffed as he stood proud on my shoulder. “Charming” he laughed “this way” deuce leads as we follow. The char smell and ash grew as the once clear forest became murky and suffocating. I used my cloak as a mask as we venture deeper in the smog as grim coughs “jez who burnt there bread!? It smells horrible in here” grim asked “simple. People tried to kill the guardian here and end up burning the heart of roses” Trey explains as he wore his own cloth mask. “I’ve heard but I didn’t think it’ll be this bad. How can i find the perpetrators” you asked “as much as riddle would love that, we have to fix the garden first or everyone will die from the smog.” Trey explains “hints why we need to talk to Riddle. He know more than we do” Deuce adds. The smog began to clear much to you and grim’s relief yet deuce and trey looked more tense. Trey trotted in front of us as we entered cautiously. Then suddenly, something sharp grazed past your face, making a hole through your hood “You dare show up after my warnings” a voice spoke infront “I SHALL HAVE YOUR HEADS” it then boomed “Riddle wait!” trey exclaimed as he moved directly in front of me. “Move Trey, these trespassers must be taught a lesson. I shall make examples out of them” Riddle yelled which made grim jump “they’re here to help. Just hear them out” Trey begged. you peeked from behind trey to see a humanoid entity. Parts of his skin had green tents,covered in black char, his hair was red with black shoots all over. His cloths looked to be made from rose petals, as much as you can tell for he looked burn and weak “How would they help? Their kind was the whole reason for this mess. The queen has yet to taken the heads of those perpetrators. No peace or help from any human unless I have those criminal’s heads” riddle hissed as he sits back on his rose throne. Besides the throne was another humanoid male. He looks similar to Deuce,wings on his back, yet he has a lion’s tail, wild hair style and he has more red-terracotta colors in contrast to deuce’s blue colors. The male tilted his head and met my gaze “ya, I don’t think they can help even if they tried. Despite the smoke i smell no magic from them” the male shrugged “But It may be the only way to help restore the forest.” deuce stated, speaking up a little “hey henchmen” grim whispered as they argued “there’s footprints going away from the center” grim adds as he points to the tracks to the side of us “we should go. I think this argument is a losing battle” grim advised and you nod

#twisted wonderland monster au #twist monster au #twist fantasy au

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Just How Lovely He Is

Summary: Logan gets lost in thought as he thinks about his life with Virgil, deciding after that a kiss is definitely needed.

Warnings: very brief, non explicit sex mention.

Ships: Romantic Analogical, Logan x Virgil

Word Count: 1, 573

AO3 Link

Logan smiled softly as he watched Virgil from over the edge of his book. He hadn't turned the page in a while but thankfully the younger man hadn't seemed to notice over the music playing on the counter beside him. Evanescence played a rolling beat to accompany the clanking of dishes Virgil had insisted on doing, bowls and pans from their late lunch of valiantly attempted vegetable stir fry stacked gleaming in the drip rack. He still wore his hoodie, albeit with the sleeves scrunched up tight above his elbows, tendons tensing and releasing in his thin wrists as he scrubbed at a patch of rice stuck burnt to a pan's bottom. Logan's smile grew wider as the other huffed at his long bangs that had fallen into his eyes to make them fluff away for a moment only to let them fall back again.

His hair was just as long as when Logan first met him, all bite and almost no show as his sarcastic quips kept people at a comfortable arm distance, preferably more if he could manage it. But he had needed help and Logan was right there. He remembered how the darkly dressed boy had turned to him angrily, false bravado flashing in his eyes but fingers twisting in stretched out sleeves telling an entirely different story. The math had been hard, calculus being new to both of them and Logan with only the tiniest step up in understanding to really add to Virgil's confusion. They had both stuck it out though, too stubborn to give up on what they had silently agreed would be a one time thing anyway and as long as they had worked together in class they may as well puzzle out their homework together at the library.

The library had turned to the common area, and the common area Logan's dorm room where Virgil had discovered his self edited poster of Ellie from Up pointing to a NASA logo exclaiming "Adventure is out there!". Virgil had laughed, calling him a nerd to which Logan had immediately bristled but quickly calmed when the emo began rambling about his old dorm mate that had been obsessed with all things Disney and Pixar, Up being a movie Roman would cry in the beginning for every single time it was put on. He went on to talk about debates the two would have and the arguments that would often break out about the true meaning behind the films which had then dissolved into conspiracy theories that Logan was quickly sucked into, homework forgotten as they chatted long into the evening, only shutting up once their stomachs growled and they had laughed at the hours that went by, mutually deciding pizza over calculus was the way to go.

The first time Logan remembers thinking Virgil was beautiful they were eating at a park bench trading class gossip back and forth when he had said something particularly relatable, making Logan's eyes light up as he dug out a flashcard he had just made without thinking, nodding to himself before quoting "same-sise". Virgil had looked so confused as Logan registered what he had done, quickly hiding the note card against his stomach and looking down in shame.

"What did you just say L?" He had said.

"I was...I had read the slang word a few times and looked it up since it seemed relevant. I'm not...the most proficient at new social terms."

"Hey it's alright, honestly. Can I see?"

Reluctantly he had handed over his cards and watched as Virgil read the word over. "It's pronounced same-seas. But you used it in the right context. Some of these are outdated though...I could teach you the new ones people use now if you want? So you can keep up with conversations and stuff."

Flabbergasted Logan could only nod, watching as a huge grin broke out on Virgil's face, one of the few genuine smiles he offered. No judgement, not even a hint of disdain were found in his gray green eyes, making Logan's stomach flip with an unfamiliar feeling at the thought of being listened to, wanted, and only one thought graced him with its presence as Virgil began talking again.

'Beautiful'

Later on Logan learned about Virgil's panic attacks, helping him through several and regularly guiding his breathing before tests and after classes. Virgil learned of his own pent up anxiety attacks and was always there to lay a careful hand on his shoulder or words of encouragement from a safe distance away. They learned it was okay to lean on each other, asking for help at two in the morning or a hug at three. Virgil found tight hugs and soothing backrubs grounding while Logan found he very much enjoyed the others pale fingers carding through his dark hair. They weren't always physically affectionate, sometimes they couldn't be as touch could be too overwhelming, so quiet 'heys' were exchanged with soft looks instead.

The first time 'I love you' was said it was whispered so quietly Logan had almost missed it, tucked under the blankets with his legs tangled with Virgil's and fingers threaded together. His heart had nearly stuttered to a stop, emotions overflowing as those three words hit him harder than anything anyone had ever said to him. It hurt, how much he loved Virgil, with his despicable music taste he had grown accustomed to and had downloaded to his phone. His dyed purple hair that he grumbled about staining the towels. The way he always had the AC cranked up because of the oversized hoodie he wore everywhere all year long since it was his favorite comfort item. His chipped fingernail polish and dark eyeshadow that did nothing to hide the bright smile that had slowly become more and more common. He had choked on his sobs, Virgil's breath hitching as he began to stutter out an apology before lips were being pressed to his own even as tears dripped down to splash against his cheeks. Logan had pulled back, embarrassed, just managing to gasp out his long belated confession.

"I love you too. Virgil, I love you so much-" Their lips had met again, softer and sweeter and nowhere near perfect with snot dripping from Logan's nose and Virgil's palms sweaty with anxiety but it was fine because Virgil loved him.

Virgil loved him.

And Logan loved Virgil. From chaste kisses shared (not so) discreetly in the halls to heavier ones shared between moans behind firmly shut doors. Logan held Virgil's hand or linked pinkies or pulled him down on his lap as he read. Virgil wrapped warm and safe arms around his shoulders or held his face between cold palms or brushed their shoulders gently in passing. They shared friendly banter and heated arguments alike, both too stubborn to admit to a wrongdoing in the moment and having cool off separately for however long it took for one to miss the other, which was never that long at all really.

Unfortunately life had gotten in the way. Different jobs across the town and neither of them owning a car meant Virgil stayed in an apartment building close to his work while Logan did likewise miles away. Still more often than not they enjoyed each others company in either apartment, Virgil's being smaller and cramped while Logan had yet to disclose he had rented a two bedroom much closer to a mid way point between their respective jobs. They had discussed it earlier but at the time neither of them had had the finances so it was put in the back burner. Until now.

Logan came back from his reverie to see Virgil finishing up drying the dishes, mouthing along to a new song as he bounced in place slightly to the tune, making Logan smile yet again. Everything Virgil did was infuriatingly adorable, from his hips swaying slightly as he bent to put a pan back to the way he tried to be subtle about pushing back the hair he knew had grown too long from his face. Mind made up, Logan stood and smoothly took away the towel to place it on the counter, reaching up to gently brush Virgil's bangs from his beautiful eyes staring at him in question. Instead of answering Logan brought both hands up to the others cheeks, brushing them over softly with his thumb as he leaned forward.

Their lips met as Virgil twisted Logan's shirt in his fists to pull him closer, closed mouth kiss long and lingering as they smiled into it. Logan brought his hand around the back of Virgil's neck and tipped his head slightly, deepening the kiss with a simple swipe of the tongue, teeth carefully avoided with practice and mouths moving in sync. Logan pulled away first only just enough to lean forward and press their foreheads together, still holding the other as gently as he would a treasure, eyes locking as Virgil's eyes crinkled with adoring amusement.

"What was that for you sap?" He asked softly, rubbing tiny circles against his stomach through his now wrinkled shirt.

The extra apartment key felt heavy in his pocket with the added storm cloud keychain he had had specially commissioned, weighing his pocket with a promise he couldn't wait to make. "No reason."

Smiling he kissed the other again and again, making him laugh and bat playfully at his face.

No reason at all.

#oren writes #sandersides #sanders sides fanfic #virgil sanders #sanders sides virgil #logan sanders #sanders sides logan #analogical #virgil x logan #virgil sanders x logan sanders

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Idk if you already went into this and I missed it,(I dont think ive seen everything youve posted about it yet fhjddj) but what's Sapnap doing here?

Like-- theyre in Kinoko, so ofc he's there, but how'd he initially react to seeing Dream? Did he try to kill him before George got in the way? What changed to make Dream actually open up to him- assuming he does at all lol

ooookay I am not going to go into full detail because!!! there will be a full comic about this someday. I promise I am working on it but the comic just got a lot longer than I anticipated.

but in short, it was George that found Dream before Sapnap could get in the way. and as Dream will say later on in the au, "you love George more than you hate me", so when faced with the option to either fulfill his promise and go through George OR listen to George and help Dream, he chose the latter option, which he still feels like might have been a mistake. simply because George still loves Dream (interpret this however you please) and Sapnap cares about George far too much to actually go with his promise.

the trust between Dream and Sapnap is a slow burn. it starts with arguments and definitely gets worse before it gets better, Dream pushing buttons just to see how far he can go before he gets burnt (pun intended). there are certain things that Sapnap learns that are hard to fake - like the nightmares and the overall ptsd from prison, along with the scars and the brands all over Dream's body. George and Sapnap learn about a lot of these things together when Dream slips up, when he's purposely trying to provoke and goes too far or when he's too angry to really watch himself. or during rare moments of honesty when Dream just really wants to act like they are friends again, however rare those may be. once the two do show the change though, and see enough of the damage done, Dream tells them a little more of the full picture rather than have them pierce things together from what he said as he sleeptalked or a particular trigger that made him break down (like scissors and shears. he's really bad at handling those.)

#yeah dream you deserve all this for all of eternity #monarchy restoration au #asks #I feel like I repeat myself a lot but I have a lot of ideas around certain things #like dream having trauma reactions to things #or him being so pissed at sapnap about a particular comment or reaction that he just blows up at him and screams into his face #'you saw the prison! you were there before it got really bad! you looked at the obsidian and the lack of bed and the raw potatoes'#'you looked at all that and more and said '#there is a comic about an attachments talk coming Soon TM #by soon I mean monday or tuesday

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that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict · 1 year

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French (📯/💋)?

seungmin x fem!reader (past/current French horn player)

!!!NOT ENTIRELY PROOFREAD!!!!

Writer's note:

so I myself am a French horn player (band kid of 5 coming 6 years), and just today I learnt a VERYYY interesting fact about fh players (and I think basically all brass players/band members);

apparently we're known to be good kissers 👀

then I remembered jeongin's cover in The Sound's album cover where he was holding a french horn (wrongly, may I add😭), and I started thinking; what if seungmin had a partner that was or is a fh player, and he found out about the kissing thing? (I spent the rest of the day daydreaming about this oddly specific concept)

!!no particular reason for choosing seungmin!! I just thought he might tease this kind of thing :'))

ADDITIONALLY! This is like my first ever fanfic so please bear with my crappy writing ;')

content upcming below the cut: established rs w idolseungmin, bestie jeongin for like a minute, fluff, mentions of making out, slight sexual tensions???

You were lounging on the couch of your boyfriend's shared apartment with his friends when you heard the door open. Lazily twisting your neck around to glance at the entrance, your eyes lit up when seungmin's figure approached the shoe cabinet next to the doorway. You padded over in excitement and saw his friend Jeongin had arrived home as well.

"Seung, you're back¬"

You pulled him into a hug and he laughed while leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek. Jeongin rolled his eyes and muttered something between the lines of "get a room" and "seungmin you're stepping on my shoes". You looked behind the two boys, and saw no other members, so you assumed they had stayed out to do extra work.

The three of you entered the living room together, seungmin and jeongin collapsing on the couch the moment they did. It wasn't odd for them to be so burnt out, especially after they spent an entire day out being idols. You knew how mentally and emotionally taxing the workload could be, so who could blame your boyfriend and your bestie for their fatigue? You slid onto the couch next to the 2 exhausted idols.

"You guys seem especially tired. What was on your schedule today?"

"Album cover photoshoot for our newest album...We had to pose with actual instruments."

Jeongin replied, still showing no signs of getting up from the beige couch anytime soon. Seungmin rolled his eyes at him.

"Yeah, i.n. here got into an argument because of his prop...something about holding it the wrong way."

"Really? What instrument was it?"

"It was a french horn I think? i.n. was really confused by it."

"Y/N, didn't you play it last time? I swear I heard you mention it before."

Your eyebrows raised at jeongin's question. He was right. Having been in your primary and secondary school's band, you had played the french horn for 8 years, and had even played a little every now and then in university. And, not to brag, but you were pretty good at it too.

Seungmin turned to you, a look of surprise on his face.

"Really? You did? Why is this the first time I'm hearing about this?"

"Its just an instrument! Not really relevant information in my opinion."

Seungmin grumbled and tackled you into the couch, earning a yelp from you.

"It is to me¬ I wanna know everything about you, sweetheart."

You playfully fought back as jeongin slowly started backing away from the two of you, a look of disgust plastered on his usually smiling face.

A few days passed by after that conversation, and you had honestly thought nothing about it, until seungmin entered your shared room one night.

You were reading a novel when he entered the room, fresh out of a shower. His short brown locks were sopping wet, droplets of water dripping and leaving dark stains on his grey sweater; obviously seungmin hadn't made an effort to dry this hair. He plopped into bed next to you, silently screwing up his nose in annoyance when you didn't immediately pull him in for cuddles. You looked away from your book to see him sulking next to you, and smiled.

"What?"

"You're ignoring me."

"Well, fun fact; your girlfriend doesn't exactly enjoy cuddling with soaking-wet puppies."

Hearing this, he playfully punched your shoulder, continuing to scooch closer to you. There was a mischievous look on his face, and you discreetly pulled over a pillow with your free hand, your past experience with that expression anticipating you for a surprise pillow fight.

"Well...let me tell YOU a fun fact too."

He sat up and slid his arms around your waist, pulling your back into his warm chest. You rolled your eyes and tossed the book to one side, giving in to him. "And what would that be?"

"After our conversation with i.n. a few days ago, I happened to do some research on french horn players, and I found some very interesting facts¬"

"Yeah?? Out with it already, the suspense is killing me."

"Mm, say please?"

"Seungmin!! You need to stop watching chan's streams!"

He chuckled, the low sound vibrating in his chest and against your back.

"So apparently...experienced french horn players, or basically any brass players, are known to be especially good at kissing."

You blinked a few times at him. What the hell? Actually, that would've made a lot of sense. Based on what you've learned from your 8 years of experience, brass instrument players had to have VERY good lip and tongue control. And since french horn is one of the few brass instruments that require a relatively smaller mouthpiece, your mouth control was particularly well-trained. It had to be.

You grinned like a loon and swiftly turned around to pin seungmin to the bed's headboard. He widened his eyes in pleasant surprise.

"Really? Care to help me test that theory?"

Hearing this, seungmin's lips spread into a cheeky smirk. He extended a hand and caressed your jawline.

"Gladly."

WHABSGUDGAG I SWEAR THIS CONCEPT CAME OUT BETTER IN MY HEAD 😭😭😭😭😭

hopefully this story's decent enough for my fellow seungmin stans and/or fh players,,,it would be really awkward if it wasn't (crying rn)

also to any Stay thats a brass instrument player (current or past), is the kissing thing actually true? My aroace ass has like zero exp with that kinda thing T.T

#kim seungmin #seungmin #seungmin fluff #seungmin x reader #seungmin imagines #stray kids #stray kids fluff #jeongin #yang jeongin #i probably need to take a break from the internet #skz #skz imagines

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may i ask what happens between you, the fandom, and the crew if you're comfortable recounting? im thinking about getting back into eddsworld after a rocky start in the fandom, but if stuff is worse then..

I want to say firstly if you want to join the fandom don't let my views or story sway you in any way. It's all under the cut please don't go harassing people on my behalf or because you feel you're doing anything good.

A lot of people were victims, including myself of the crew (and by crew I mean those active in the Eddsworld discord before the Patreon change) aggressive and just mean behavior and actions. I'm talking a lot of mad shit spoken, arguments, fights, petty ass drama, and in my case. A lie created by Oblivion/Neep/Prince Jayden to have me kicked from the server. (from what I understand Collin/Jon and a few other crew members were involved as well)That I leaked the Patreon when I never had paid for it. I never had access to it. Either they knew this and didn't care or Bing forgot to mention old mods didn't have to pay for it. I really don't care who did it as most of them dislike me. They didn't like that I was quite blunt with my disapproval and had harsh opinions on their behavior and what was going on with the show. So since they couldn't actually just outright kick me, they figure getting me with this lie was good enough. Bing coming to apologize wasn't because he actually cared, it was more or less damage control pushed by another person, who I got all this information from. Then, you add in all the past grooming and SA crap that happened last summer. On top of these same people going to harass server members and their ex-friends. It is toxic, it is shameful. You think people who have done such bad things would wake up to the fact maybe you're the bad guy in this. You are doing terrible things for what? Your name on a show riddle with issues? Don't you have anything else going for you? I realize I'm tired, I got burnt out fighting and fighting for what I thought was the right thing but man I'm getting old myself I got a lot of opportunities elsewhere.

Regarding fandom, those very same people are now working on the show (SKL was involved too) so it's like I don't want to see them of course. So better I leave, block it all, and try to find some calm back in my fandom/internet life. As well as my own friends being targeted by them or by others over very petty nonsense. I feel bad that perhaps Jayden and the rest are targeting my friends cause of me, maybe they're trying to get at me. So leaving might make it easier on them. I'm not sure. There have been some awful harassment and bullying issues. The fact fandom rightfully opens the discussion of using fascism tropes with the red army but then ignores the rampant racism going on. Also since so many of the older fans are leaving, the younger ones are starting to repeat the same harmful discussions of irl vs show and using that dead man name to push their views.

(Take this next part with a hard grain of salt) Down to the fact that we might not know 100% what happen between Edd Gould and Cal from the google docs. But when I asked Matt about it he couldn't seem to tell us that Cal was an adult at the time of their relationship. I know England laws are different than the states but if you can't just say your friend was dating an adult and kinda avoiding the discussion something very weird going on.

Now if you wanna come back, just stick in your own lane, make your little friend groups, and just have fun is my best advice. Avoid these users as they are very twoface like the rest of the crew. During my time as curator and I got to see those masks drop when they realize you didn't suck up to them. It wasn't just me they acted like this with and I feel so bad for others they hurt to get the positions they have today. It wasn't fair and I understand why removing the one person who stood up to it all was in their mindset as they continue to harm others. I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt that maybe it was just all in my head but after finding out from one of them what really happen, it fucking disgusting why they did this. Hope this help explain why I left the fandom and why I dislike the crew so much.

UPDATE: 5/1/2023 As of today Oblivion and Neepin have reached out to apologize for their involvement and behavior towards me and others. I appreciate this and I'm glad they are coming to see what they did was very wrong.

#its been this crap for over 4 years man

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"They presume kids are like clay which can be shaped into anything. It all depends on the hand giving the clay its shape. They are wrong.

There are others too, the more scientific group, if I may so call them. They claim while part of our attributes are adaptable and part of us is decided through nurture, a major part of us is predetermined due to our parents and our blood. Our nature, if you will.

These think we are like a tree. All trees are different and their length and attributes may depend on their surroundings. These attributes also depend a lot on the kind of care, if any, they are given. An apple seed can't lead to a mango tree, but the apples can be better, is what they kind of claim. They are close, I think. But they are wrong too, of course."

"Two things. One- I think you are oversimplifying some of these arguments and maybe even being disingenuous. Two- If both are wrong, then what is right, oh wise lord?"

"Two things. One- Maybe I am. Who cares? This is what I understand, and so this is what I say. Never claimed I got them. I just say what I think with honesty, and think what I think with sincerity.

Two- I don't know what's right. I don't know the answer, of course. If I did, I'd be busy insulting those philosophers and showing those scientists their place."

"God, you need to learn manners"

"No thank you, I feel rather fine this way. Anyways, about the nature vs nurture thing, I do have a theory or rather an unfiltered thought"

"Do speaketh your bullshit, my lord"

"As you say, peasant. So the idea is that we are more like a blank sheet of paper. You can write anything you want on a paper, design it any way you want"

"I see no difference from the clay argument here"

"No, but there is, I think. There is another level to the paper analogy which the clay one lacks. Also, there's a major difference too.

You see, you can shape the clay into anything. But there are not many different ways to shape it. The procedure always remains the same. And now, you may think that it's the same with the paper, you write on a paper and that's it, but it isn't.

I can write the paper, the traditional way. But I can also not write anything and just make a paper plane"

"....You are just saying stuff now"

"A clay can only be ruined a couple of ways. But there are way more ways a paper can be ruined. You can tear it by applying too much force. You can create a hole in the middle, or rip it from the middle. You can cut a part out. You can make the paper dirty, and even so, the paper remains usable, if only just less than before."

"Now you are just spouting bullshit."

"Thank you. I strive for that"

"....so, what you are saying is that the potential of nurture in humans is way more...bigger ?"

"Well, I am saying there is way more variability in how someone can be nurtured. But I am not just saying that. The paper also has limits. It's not that strong. A limited amount of stuff can be written on it, and there's a good argument that certain properties of the paper produced are directly linked to the tree which produced it."

"That applies to clays too, I think"

"Not to that extent of the paper"

"I don't know about that. But also, why the hell am I arguing on this nonsense topic with you? You are just making the analogy fit into the definition by stretching it. I doubt you even thought of all this when you began the paper analogy"

"Maybe I didn't, Maybe I did. It truly doesn't matter, just like a paper which has been burnt"

#dark academia #humor #orginal writing #writing dialogue #character dialogue #writers on tumblr #overthinking #nonsense

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solarsonicsoda · 3 months

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Rebbie's Media Reviews - Shows I Have Opinions On!

The Legend of Korra - Book 1

Just recently finished this first season and wanted to log my thoughts. There's a lot of cool ideas floating around in this show, aiming towards a more Victorian-era infused with bending. It gives this show a whole different identity to the original show, which is honestly a wise decision. Similarly, joining Korra in a totally different phase of her journey is a smart decision. It might take some skill to do so, but it's a really nice idea. Seeing how she overcomes a totally different set of challenges is what gives the show its appeal! The characters are decent, though I would argue not much has been learnt about them yet. The humour is far less powerful, which puts even more emphasis on the ability for the characters to be entertaining and interesting. No one is unlikable (though Tenzin's son is VERY annoying), but there's also not much to most of them yet. Korra is headstrong in contrast to the more measured Aang, Tenzin is JK Simmons so he's pretty cool, but I'd say the only truly engaging character arc in our heroes belongs to Asami, who does have a pretty interesting angle with her storyline. We also have a really engaging villain in Amon, who raises a super interesting point about bender supremacy. I did know that he wasn't exactly handled well going in, but he was super scary and cool for the majority! His backstory may forgo some of the intricacies of his point, but if it we had focused more on the benders taking some accountability, I could excuse this as they could essentially expose him but work on what his points were. The backstory was also definitely engaging!

However, episode 12 was not very good truth be told. First off, we have the battle of two nonsensical plans. Korra, instead of using her new knowledge of him to expose him subtly as was implied by Tarlok saying "no one must know you spoke to me", she immediately accuses him with no evidence but an unheard source. It's in character that she would try this, but we could see some growth where either by Mako's suggestion or his discouragement of the plan or just her changing her mind in this case. But the equalists start to believe her anyway, at which point now it's time for Amon's lazy argument. He claims he was burnt by a firebender and so can't be a waterbender, revealing the scar... This doesn't show anything! It makes more sense that this story would work as the crowd is on his side, but NEITHER OF THESE ARGUMENTS HOLD ANY WEIGHT! At least try to expose him with evidence! Like maybe she fights him and removes the mask, but he has the scar! Shock! Then they have to escape briefly or get captured, and it eventually leads to the fight we got later on, with the Lieutenant seeing him bloodbend and the like. I also think the way he is actually exposed is a bit silly, because what an over the top, no brains thing to do from the scary, calculated Amon. He had to know there would be people outside who see the giant water tower he made!

Korra having her bending taken away was a really bold choice that I was interested in! We've seen her with these powers, but we now get a totally different journey of her using Avatar skills to restore them! Cool! And this unlocked her airbending! Kinda makes no sense, but cool too! You can explain that! But then, after a whole emotional deal about this loss, she activates the Avatar state for the first time and... she just got it back... AND the ability to bring back others' bending... it just feels like a really short-sighted decision. Seeing not only this journey for Korra but also the ways characters had to deal with the loss of their bending would have been so interesting! Why did they do this?

My other complaint is the focus. So much of the show has centered around the love "square"... or whatever where Korra likes Mako and he kinda likes her but he's dating Asami and Bolin likes Korra. There is absolutely a place for this and I'm actively a fan of romance bubbling away in the show. However, this felt like such a heavy focus, and not even in a way where it's something cracking and changing under heavy circumstances, because it's all so new. If this was after a season of these relationship being shown and in the background, and this big threat is changing things, that could be cool. But as of yet, I have no reason to care! Much like how the romantic side was the weakest part of the original, this is the weakest part of Korra.

However, I began to enjoy this show more as we expanded the world and cast! Seeing Iroh and Bumi appear in intriguing and makes me excited to meet more of these characters! It's probably just a damning indictment that the best parts are the throwbacks...

Also, one quick note: Tarlok and Amon's final scene was wild for a Nick show. That was the best part of that finale, brilliantly put together and emotional.

But overall, Book 1 was a decent show that had good moments but one fairly weak and distressing episode, and it feels like nothing has been achieved except Korra is the other woman in a relationship between her friends now.

I think so far I can't give this any higher than a 3 out of 5, because it is still Avatar, and Avatar is cool, but this is pretty weak, especially compared to the brilliant original.

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scumsdemise-if · 2 years

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When cornered, villains always show their true colours, their desperate side. In the stories where the hero is right, we boo for them and cheer for the obvious side, the winning side destined to win against their villainous counterpart. Yet…what if it wasn’t all black and white? What if there were more to the story than the author tells you? What if these stories…evolved from their original focus?

What if you could enter these stories?

What if you could see what happened with your eyes?

That’s your job. As an agent of CHAOS, you are allowed to see what is always hidden, what was never told. Have you ever thought about the side characters that get screwed over by fate? The characters who are unjustifiable villainized by the plot? This is where you come in. Those sad souls who desperately cling onto hopes of revenge summon you to grant their wish for them. The only price for this to happen? Their death.

But they need not worry about that when you’ll get them justice in their own body.

Features

Different protagonists each chapter with their own abilities and appearances. Don't worry though! There will also be full customization for you, the MC, including gender, pronouns, appearance, sexuality, etc etc.

Each chapter, different genre. Fantasy, sci-fi, modern romance, pirates, cyberpunk, film noir!

Casts change each chapter! This includes the target, the contacts, the side characters...everyone. That said, there may be a few persistent characters on the loose...make sure to keep an eye out for them.

Have a rival! They'll be appearing during your jobs...will you work together, or will you try to take each other down?

You'll also have an AI partner to help you with your vengeful duties. Do you make them more bitter towards humanity? Or do you teach them empathy? It's up to you!

Choose how to defeat your targets! Will you focus on seduction? (totally cool if you don't!) Or will it be intrigue? Maybe you'll focus on more straightforward means to get your way? It's all up to you!

Be ruthless or gentle with the NPC-I mean, side characters. How you act towards them will effect how people in your world see you. Are you heartless? Or are you too caring?

Romantic Interests

HUGO (NB)

An Artificial Intelligence assigned to you by the Agency, HUGO stands for Human Utility Gathering Operator and they're like your inside man when you enter the world, giving you all the information you need. They're personality is seemingly professional at first, but they hide an energetic quality to them and see each world with such awe. They're devoted to you utterly, but they can be argumentative.

"I...I hope to stick by your side forever, dearest host!"

Appearance: Tis spoilers for now!

Eve (M/F/NB) (Gender Selectable)

Your rival and potential ex lover if you so choose. They're arrogant, smug and perhaps even a touch annoying, but damn if they're not good at their job. Skilled at seduction, they've certainly turned many targets heads at not only their skills, but also their beauty. Underneath their cocky facade however, lays an intricate person who's been hurt too many times before. Do you think you can get them to open up?

"I've always looked in your direction, but when will you look my way?"

Appearance: Sandy blonde hair that reaches their chin, with baby blue eyes and tan skin. They have a casual style of wear and are almost always seen with their signature sunglasses. Yes, even indoors. Height wise, they stand at 5'7.

Note: Eve is a code name and not their real name.

Antony (M)

If Eve is your rival, then Antony is your villain. Everything about him is shrouded in mystery and not much can be said about, but he is extremely intelligent. Suave and affable, you wouldn't realize just how ambitious and despicable he actually is. Yet...his soft side for you is undeniable genuine. What sort of person is he actually? Is there more to the picture than it seems?

"There's only eternity waiting for us out there. Won't you take my hand?"

Appearance: Dark, burnt red hair with russet eyes and beige skin. His hair is kept neatly short, with his bangs being side swept. He dresses mostly professionally, suits and the like filling his wardrobe almost completely. However, when in a more casual mood, he's more willing to...strip down.

Note: Antony is more a late game RO, but he does appear early in the story, as is the case with all of the ROs. This route won't be for everyone so I'd advise only going for it if you like bastard ROs.

Anri (F)

Your next door neighbour with a hidden hobby. She's only moved in recently, but she can be considered your connection to the world you live in. Playing games in her past time, she's an avid fan of fantasy and plays TTRPGs a lot! Maybe you'll even catch her playing? Her other hobby includes fashion and sewing. On her day offs, she can be find at the local wall, looking for supplies to make cosplays with. However, she also wishes to be part of your world...will you let her?

"What you do...it must take a lot of guts to do it. I admire that about you, y'know?"

Appearance: Her hair style tends to change based on what she's wearing or who she's meeting with. Due to how advanced technology is in this world, it's pretty easy to change things up. When you first meet her, her hair is a bright neon green cut in a bob style that reaches her ears. Her eyes are a natural brown and her skin is dark brown.

Rem (M/F/NB)

A mysterious RO, who at this stage can't be named or described without giving the surprise away so for now, we'll call them Rem. They appear in every chapter, but as someone different. They tend to have the same personality so they're noticeable to spot. Brave, but not dumb. Kind, but not softhearted. They know when to lend their aide and when to revoke it. While they may seem quick to believe someone, they'll always require proof first. Can you win them over? Or will they be in constant mistrust of you?

"When you go back...will you remember me?"

Appearance: Always changes so I cannot reveal without spoilering it!

Other Important Characters

Caroline

Your boss and the one who recruited you into CHAOS. She's strict and a no nonsense woman, but she does care about her employees. Less so about their AIs, however.

Irene

The student you are forced to take in. She's pretty energetic and has an inquisitive mixed with curious nature that gets her into trouble sometimes. She's also unsure if she's really up to being an agent; will you drive her away or convince her to stay?

Others will appear here in the future.

Currently, the demo will out soon. If you're interested in this project, please ask me questions and I'll do my best to answer!

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clericofsune · 3 years

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Translating the Gaang to DnD 5e

When I say “translating” what I mean is converting their party roles to a DnD party while not strictly adhering to their powers and abilities so strictly. The reason for this is that because they need to use elemental magic, it would get rather boring having all of them be Sorcerers. So this is more or less an approach of what they would be if they’d been born in the world of Dungeons and Dragons as their original setting.

AVATAR AANG CIRCLE OF WILDFIRE DRUID

This one may come across as a surprising choice, but I think it fits for Aang thematically. As the Avatar, Aang is responsible for balancing the world between humanity, nature, and spirits. He’s cried over a burnt forest, felt drawn to a swamp as though it was calling to him, and eventually learned how to listen to the earth itself. The Circle of Wildfire creates an interesting connection to the Avatar Cycle. The idea that death is merely a phase of life. That destruction and death lead to new life, and that death is never the end. Just as the forest will grow back after a wildfire, so too will the Avatar return when they’ve passed away. There is an argument to be made for Divine Soul Sorcerer as Aang literally has the spirit of Raava inside of him, but both Sokka and Katara have pointed out how wise and insightful Aang is. That sagely wisdom is why I leaned toward Druid over Sorcerer. A 1 level dip into Monk can make Aang more elusive, but Druids do get spells for all 4 bending elements, allowing Aang to stay true to his avatar roots.

Protector Aasimar (+2 CHA/+1 WIS) Background: Hermit (Medicine, Religion) Druid Skills: Arcana, Animal Handling

AANG’S SPELL LIST C Create Bonfire, Gust, Mold Earth, Shape Water 1 Burning Hands, Cure Wounds, Earth Tremor, Ice Knife 2 Dust Devil, Gust of Wind, Flaming Sphere, Scorching Ray, Warding Wind 3 Erupting Earth, Plant Growth, Revivify, Tidal Wave, Wall of Water 4 Aura of Life, Control Water, Fire Shield, Stone Shape, Watery Sphere 5 Control Winds, Flame Strike, Malestrom, Mass Cure Wounds, Wall of Stone 6 Bones of the Earth, Investiture of Flame, Investiture of Ice, Investiture of Stone, Investiture of Wind, Move Earth 7 Fire Storm, Whirlwind 8 Earthquake, Tsunami 9 Storm of Vengeance

KATARA LIFE DOMAIN CLERIC

Between the death of her mother and her father being a soldier, not to mention women being expected to be healers within her culture, I would not be surprised to find that Katara was sent to a temple to train in the healing arts under her gran gran, choosing to eventually strike out on her own by Aang and whatever shenaningans he drags her and Sokka into. When it came to her spell list, I remembered her famous quote “I don’t want to heal, I want to fight”, so I made sure she was more than capable of bringing the pain as well as taking it away.

Variant Human (+1 WIS/+1 CON) Bonus Skill: Athletics Feat: Inspiring Leader Background: Acolyte (Insight, Religion) Cleric Skills: Medicine, Persuasion

KATARA’S SPELL LIST

C Light, Sacred Flame, Spare the Dying, Toll the Dead, Word of Radiance 1 Bless, Ceremony, Cure Wounds, Guiding Bolt, Inflict Wounds, Sanctuary, Shield of Faith 2 Augury, Lesser Restoration, Prayer of Healing, Spiritual Weapon, Warding Bond 3 Aura of Vitality, Beacon of Hope, Clairvoyance, Remove Curse, Revivify, Spirit Shroud, Water Walk 4 Aura of Life, Control Water, Death Ward, Divination, Guardian of Faith 5 Commune, Flame Strike, Greater Restoration, Holy Weapon, Mass Cure Wounds, Raise Dead 6 Harm, Heal, Sunbeam 7 Resurrection 8 Sunburst 9 Mass Heal

SOKKA BATTLEMASTER FIGHTER

Like Katara, Sokka likely ended up having to live in a temple, though not all who serve the gods are Clerics. Sometimes, knights are trained to guard and protect the temple and the priests inside, and I think Sokka would have followed this path to stay with his sister and look after her, becoming something of a bodyguard to her. This is also seen in the show itself, Sokka’s main reason for traveling with Aang and Katara initially was to watch out for his sister and protect her, and kicking some firebender butt along the way was an added perk. Sokka’s primary character arc revolves around coming into his own as a strategist, so the Battlemaster Fighter felt like a natural translation of his abilities, and is also how I would build ATLA Sokka as well, so he’s one of the few characters I probably wouldn’t change.

Variant Human (+1 STR/+1 CON) Bonus Skill: Performance Feat: Slasher (+1 STR) Fighting Style: Dueling Background: Soldier (Athletics, Intimidation) Fighter Skills: Insight, Perception, Survival

TOPH BEIFONG BEASTMASTER RANGER

While this might seem odd at first, I think this is the most appropriate build for Toph in a DnD setting. Firstly, the Ranger class gets to pick a fighting style, and they can pick the Blind Fighting style so Toph can fight without needing to see. Secondly, Toph is connected to the Earth. Aside from the Druid, no other class is as connected to nature and the earth than the Ranger. Thirdly, Toph ends up a hermit living in a swamp. So clearly given the choice between dealing with people or living alone in the wilderness, Toph is going to pick the wilderness every time. She even learned how to see and fight by leaving civilization and learning from animals in nature, and she complained about feeling “confined and restricted” upon entering Ba Sing Se, showing a clear distaste for cities and large crowds of people. As silly as the idea of a blind archer might seem, Toph is surprisingly appropriate as a Ranger. I chose Beastmaster as while ATLA Toph doesn’t have an animal companion, I could easily see DnD Toph having a Badgermole mount or some other Beast of the Earth by her side. Or perhaps give her a Winged Boar, since it’s the symbol of her family.

Variant Human: (+1 DEX/+1 WIS) Bonus Skill: Intimidation Feat: Alert Fighting Style: Blind Fighting Background: Outlander (Athletics, Survival) Ranger Skills: Animal Handling, Nature, Perception

TOPH’S SPELL LIST 1 Ensnaring Strike, Hunter’s Mark, Searing Smite, Speak with Animals 2 Beast Sense, Summon Beast 3 Conjure Animals, Conjure Barrage, Speak with Plants 4 Dominate Beast, Locate Creature, Guardian of Nature 5 Commune with Nature, Conjure Volley, Swift Quiver, Wrath of Nature

ZUKO THIEF ROGUE

When Zuko’s not firebending, he shows a mastery of ninjutsu techniques. Between the Blue Spirit, his infiltration of the Northern Water Tribe, and his teaming up with Katara in the Southern Raiders, we see time and again that Zuko is well-equipped for stealth missions, utilizing the ninjutsu arts of In-Nin and Yo-Nin, sneaking in covertly without being seen, and hiding in plain sight to avoid detection. We also see in the show that Zuko has no issue with theft, as his second outing as the Blue Spirit is used to disguise himself as he robs and intimidates Earth Kingdom civilians. I could see Zuko being the son of a powerful crime lord, with his sister as a dangerous assassin while he’s a skillful and nimble thief. Or perhaps he was abandoned by his posh, aristocratic family and took up a life of crime to survive. There’s a lot of ways to cook a backstory for Zuko here, but being a Thief feels about right for where Zuko would be in the world of Dungeons and Dragons. Like with Aang, one level of Monk can make Zuko more dexterous and nimble if one so chooses.

Variant Human: (+1 DEX, +1 WIS) Bonus Skill: Intimidation Feat: Fighting Initiate (Two-Weapon Fighting), Dual Wielder Background: Urban Bounty Hunter (Deception, Stealth) Rogue Skills: Acrobatics, Athletics, Sleight of Hand, Perception Rogue Expertise: Athletics, Acrobatics, Sleight of Hand, Stealth

SUKI WAY OF KENSEI MONK

The other character I’m unlike to change, Suki has been trained in hand-to-hand combat as well as weapon training. However, unlike the Unarmed Fighting Style Fighter, Suki clearly showcases that she’s far more focused on dexterity, and the Unarmed Fighting Style focuses on Strength-based punching. So, the Way of the Kensei Monk is the best way to make her able to fight with Dex-based hand-to-hand combat or dex-based weapon attacks, such as with her fans, a sword, or a bow.

Variant Human: (+1 DEX/+1 WIS) Bonus Skill: Performance Feat: Fighter Initiate (Dueling Fighting Style) Background: City Watch (Athletics, Insight) Monk Skills: Acrobatics, Perception

I think all around, the Gaang translates pretty well to the DnD setting. Obviously, some powers are lost in the process, but their actual core personalities remain in tact, and the skills and abilities they learn from the DnD world feel organic to the types of people they would be in this alternate universe without bending. If you want to see how they’d be built without losing their elemental powers though, check out their builds on Youtube by Tulock the Barbraian, he’s the main reason I did a translation post instead of a direct build post.

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