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lunar-wandering · 2 years

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Interdimensional Visitors

@strange-lace happy birthday!! i didn’t really have much time to plan out something more solid for u (i only found out when your birthday was like 2 days ago) but here, take this nonsense of Canon MK, Uno Reverse Card Swap AU MK, and Inverted MK just. hanging out. chillin’.

its mainly dialogue but y’know-

(decided to use colours for their names, Turquoise is Inverted MK, Violet is Reverse Card MK, and Goldie is Canon MK. since it’s in Canon MK’s p.o.v though, he’s just referred to as MK outside of when Turquoise addresses him)

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Stumbling upon two other versions of yourself in your bedroom was, one might say, not a normal occurrence.

For MK however, this was almost run of the mill.

Of course, he had, initially, assumed that the two MK's currently standing in his room, one dressed in a turquoise jacket, the other in a soft purple one, were simply clones he had forgotten to "poof" earlier in the day.

That thought was disproven as soon a simple touch didn't make the two of them disappear, and he had to accept what the two other MK's were telling him. That they were dimension hoppers.

And, honestly? It said a lot that this wasn't the weirdest night MK could be having.

"So... What do we do now?" Turquoise asked. (They had, eventually, decided to settle on colours as names. It was the most simple method available to them, after all). "Do you know anyone we could ask for help, or??"

"I'd really like to go home sooner rather than later." Violet fiddled with his version of the staff, avoiding eye contact with his other selves as he placed the end of the mystic metal stick in his mouth, chewing on it. Turquoise gave him a light pat on the shoulder and handed him a small granola bar to chew on instead, not wanting his other self to break his teeth.

"Well, I mean... We could go visit Monkey King?" MK suggested, watching as the other two perked up at the mention of the monkey. "If he's awake right now that is- I assume he'd probably sleep like the dead."

"Wait, why would he be asleep- what time is it for you right now anyways?" Turquoise stood up from the small circle the three of them had made on the floor, walking across the room to pull back MK's curtains, revealing the pitch darkness of the night. Stepping back, he glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Why were you awake at 3 am in the morning, Goldie?"

"Hm? Oh, I just got back from partying with Mei, and was doing a bit of drawing to calm back down." MK said, finding no problem with this, but immediately wishing he hadn't said anything as both Turquoise and Violet looked at him with abject horror. "...What?" "Please tell me you planned on sleeping in tomorrow." Turquoise marched over and placed his hands on MK's shoulders, abruptly serious. "Goldie. Please tell me you planned on sleeping in."

"...No?" MK's voice was a lot more pitiful and confused than he'd like to admit. "I have to get up at 7 am to work at Pigsy's, same as always?"

Turquoise let out an overdramatic sigh of despair, letting go of MK's shoulders as he leaned back, a hand covering his eyes as he sat back down in what had to be the most dramatic way possible. Violet tapped on Turquoise's shoulder, before leaning in, whispering so that MK couldn't hear.

"Even I'm doing better than him." Violet had, after some convincing from his therapist, started going to bed at 1 am, and was slowly and steadily adjusting towards a more normal sleep schedule. "And I'm pretty sure that that's not a good thing. I'm a very low bar to pass."

"Don't sell yourself so short." Turquoise said, patting Violet on the shoulder again. "But I do see your point. I think Goldie over here as a few more problems than he's letting on at first glance."

"..Are you two talking about me while I'm sitting literally right across from you?" MK asked, making both Turquoise and Violet jump, the two of them having almost forgotten how close MK was sitting to them. "I didn't hear anything, but still. You're not planning some way to over throw me and take my place, are you?"

"What- of course not?" Turquoise sounded, if possible, even more horrified than he did upon finding out MK had been purposefully awake at 3 am. "Did that happen to you?"

"No- well, kinda?" MK tilted his head to the side as he thought about it. "Does having my clones go a little off the rails and wreck havoc count?"

Out of the corner of his eye, MK noticed Violet, oddly enough, flinch at the mention of the word "clone". He had done so earlier, when MK had initially assumed he and Turquoise were just clones, but MK hadn't thought too much of it then.

He kinda wanted to question it now.

"...Eh, not really." Turquoise shrugged, "To be honest, I think I've probably heard of worse. At least you're not as bad as Wukong."

"...What do you mean by that?" MK asked, before shaking that question away, standing up. "Never mind that- we were going to go to Monkey King to get help in the first place, weren't we? Come on, let's go see if he's up!"

Finding out that Violet could use the sommer sault cloud was a welcome surprise. It saved MK and Turquoise from having to pole vault through the entire city in the pitch black of the night.

MK did find it a little weird that Violet was the only one out of the two of them that could create a cloud, but he brushed it off.

Wukong was, in fact, very much awake. He'd blinked in shock upon opening his door and seeing three MK's, which was, in fact to be expected. His eyes flickered fully gold, as he glanced over the other two-

His eyes lingered, for a moment, on Violet, a faint sense of disbelief radiating off of him.

"They're versions of me from another world." MK commented, and Wukong simply let out a groan, letting them into his house.

One explanation later, and MK, Violet, and Turquoise were left alone again, sitting on Wukong's couch with some blankets and mugs of hot chocolate to share, waiting in silence as Wukong left to scour through his giant room of mystic objects.

"Y'know, your Wukong is nothing like mine." Turquoise commented, swirling a spoon in his hot chocolate to keep the powder from settling into a gooey mess at the bottom of the mug.

"Mm, and definitely way different than mine." Violet had already finished his hot chocolate, seemingly being immune to the heat that had burned the other's tongues when they had attempted to sip at it. "Mine is... a lot more brash. And also swears a lot."

"Kinda makes you wonder what else is different." Turquoise mused, "...Thoughts on Macaque, the monkey who cannot lie to save his life?"

"He's my therapist."

"He manipulated me twice and overall probably added to my trauma." MK said, wincing as he was once again fixed with twin looks of horror. "It's fine though! I'm fine."

"...That's it." Turquoise placed his hands on MK's shoulders, mimicking what he'd done earlier, this time squeezing a little tighter. "I've just decided. I am adopting you."

"We are. The same person."

"Doesn't matter. You're now adopted."

"Congrats." Violet deadpanned, lifting up his empty mug in some form of toast. Turquoise immediately rounding around on him too.

"Don't think I forgot about you. I adopted you the moment I laid eyes on you, bitch."

MK choked at the swear word, wheezing as he struggled not to laugh from the suddenness of it, doubling over.

"Y'know, you kinda remind me of my Wukong." Violet said, "Except you're a lot more... openly affectionate."

"Openly affection this!" Turquoise reached into his back pack, pulled out two more granola bars and a water bottle, and proceeded to toss them into Violet's lap.

"How- how much stuff do you have in there?" MK asked, drawing Turquoise's attention back to him. "I think I've seen you pull out enough granola bars to feed an entire army tonight- seriously, how much stuff do you have in there?"

"Oh, y'know. Enough."

"...Enough?"

"Enough."

"Oh wow, it's kinda like Mary Poppins." Violet had, in Turquoise's moment of distraction, taken his backpack, and now had his entire arm submerged into the depths of the bag. "Like, seriously. I can't even reach the bottom."

"Really?" MK didn't even hesitate to join him, sticking his own arm into the bag, somehow not at all surprised to find that Violet was telling the truth. "Oh, huh. That's weird- Turquoise, how on Earth-"

"Don't give questions you don't wanna know the answers to." Turquoise took his backpack out of their grasps, hiding it behind himself as he ruffled their hair. Violet pouted, but sighed, giving up on getting the bag again, but MK fixed his other self with the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. "Oh don't even try it Goldie, it's not gonna work. Violet, do you want more hot chocolate? Mine's gone cold."

Violet took Turquoise's hot- or, well, cold chocolate, and downed it in one go. MK glanced over at his own half finished mug of hot chocolate, before deciding not to comment on it. Based on his knowledge of his own self, giving any version of him any more chocolate probably wouldn't be a good idea.

It was at this moment, that Wukong finally returned from his storage room, carrying a small box.

"Here 'ya go." He said, setting the box down on the table in front of them. "All you have to do is put your hand on it and think of your home dimension, and swoosh, off you go! Now uh, I kinda have to go back to the storage room- a uh, raccoon snuck in and knocked over something important so I have to fix it- yeah, k'bye!"

Without room for argument, Wukong turned and left the room again, all three MK's watching him go.

"...So we can all agree that he probably knocked a pile of stuff over on accident right?" MK asked, receiving twin nods from Turquoise and Violet. "Great, good to know that at least is obvious."

"...Well, I guess this is where we say our goodbyes." Turquoise reached his hand out and set it on the box, Violet quickly following his lead. The box vibrated slightly, and both Turquoise and Violet were covered in a faint golden light, their bodies flickering in and out.

"This feels... weird." Violet muttered, before tilting his head with a shy smile. "It was nice meeting the both of you."

There was a chorus of agreement from MK and Turquoise.

"Oh, one last thing." Turquoise said, straightening as he began to become even fainter. "You both better sleep. If you don't I will find out, and I will find a way to break through universes just to make sure you do."

"...Duly noted." MK said, and with that, the other two versions of him vanished. He blinked for a moment, staring at where they had just been sitting, half wondering if what had just happened had been some kind of weird dream.

But no, the box still faintly glowing on the table, as well as the other two empty mugs of hot chocolate and empty wrapping papers that used to contained granola bars, very clearly showed that what had just happened was real.

MK leaned against the couch, finally taking a moment to process all that had happened.

Well. It wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened to him, right?

Turquoise's threat still ringing loud and clear in his mind, MK grabbed the other two blankets, laying down, and finally letting himself sleep.

He could try and sort through the implications of some of what had been said in the morning.

#Monkie Kid #my writing #Inverted AU #Uno Reverse Card Swap AU

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yami-kada · 3 years

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Mission 2

Recently I read a fanfic on AO3 called Interlude - Class 1-A by @itslivybear and was inspired a bit to write a fic based on that! Well really I got inspiration for a single line (you'll know it when you see it) and then had to write a whole thing to be able to share that one line, but oh well. This is my first time writing a chatfic or even any BNHA content at all, so I hope it doesn't suck! Thanks to @shadesofflame for being an awesome beta!

(Quick FYI in this AU M*neta and Bakugou are replaced with Shinsou and Monoma, sorry for any confusion. Also a name guide can be found at the bottom.)

RockSolid: Um, so.

RockSolid: Remember the missions during the Sports Festival?

PurpleGrape: Oh hell yeah.

PurpleGrape: Still cherish the look on that bastard's face.

Spoderman: jehxgjc Kiri I got it on video!!!

JazzHands: You've had video of the capture of the bounty this whole time and never showed us???

LSD: I thought we were friends Sero!

Spoderman: omg no not that I totally would have shared earlier if i did

Spoderman: im talking about That.

RockSolid: no Sero don't tell them!

RockSolid: it's embarrassing!

PikaCHU: Tell us, tell us!

NYOOM: Kaminari-kun! If Kirishima-kun wishes to keep his privacy, then it is our duty as his classmates to respect that!

Spoderman: ok but consider: he already gave them a major hint and they are about to POUNCE

BreadIsPain: As a witness as well, I must say that Kirishima was si attirant que j'ai failli m'évanouir~*

RockSolid: thanks, I think?

MOMo: To paraphrase Aoyama, he is essentially saying you were very manly, Kirishima!

RockSolid: aw thanks bro!! Don't believe you but thanks!

Spoderman: you take that lack of confidence back I have evidence right here that says you are super fucking manly!

LSD: ok please now we have to know so that we can show Kiri how great he is!!!

MOMo: I must admit that the commentary seen thus far has me rather curious as well.

RockSolid: You guys…

RockSolid: alright then, I'll tell you!

Spoderman: sweet ill pull it up!

RockSolid: bro don't you dare! my story, I get to tell it!

Spoderman: oh yeah of course bro!!

Spoderman: but if after you wanna show it then i am READY.

JazzHands: This is very sweet and all but I am very thirsty for this TEA.

RockSolid: on it!

Kirby: Kiri you've been typing for so long that I'm getting Izuku vibes here.

GreenGrape: Hey!

RockSolid: sorry! this is harder than I thought!

Spoderman: want me to start it off?

RockSolid: you know what, sure.

Spoderman: aight so,

Spoderman: Council, what qualifies as capturing the bounty?

GreenGrape: Guys no the bounty is over please no more bounty-hunting Kacchan.

MOMo: Your objection is noted and overruled, Izuku.

MOMo: For your question, Sero, I do not believe we ever set specific limitations on what qualified, but I was under the impression that it was limited to the Sports Festival. Why do you ask?

Spoderman: just double checking

Spoderman: because my bro here just totally shot both missions out of the park!!!

LSD: gaSP!!!

JazzHands: bOTH?!

RockSolid: no not both!! we have no confirmation for either, technically!

Kirby: Technically? What do you mean by that?

RockSolid: ahhhh ok so Sero and I were eating lunch in the courtyard because it was nice out, right?!

RockSolid: and we were chillin, being bros, birds were singing, all was good.

RockSolid: and then we heard a small explosion before the bounty walked in at the other end of the courtyard and started kicking at the wall.

PikaCHU: omg so angy.

RockSolid: and like fine, we can tune him out, just try to act like he's not there, you know?

RockSolid: But then he started yelling at random people in the courtyard, just acting pissed as hell.

PikaCHU: oMG so ANGY.

RockSolid: and that's just not manly at all, you know? going off on people like that just because you're in a bad mood.

GreenGrape: Yeah… that's Kacchan for you.

RockSolid: so he's making his way around the courtyard now, like everyone needs their daily dose of asshole for him to be happy, and the closer he got the more annoyed I got.

Spoderman: here it comes!

RockSolid: and eventually I get up, because I have had just about enough, and walk right up to him.

RockSolid: he doesn't see me coming, because he was too busy yelling at some girl, and I get right up behind him.

RockSolid: and then I just called out to get his attention, and spun him to face me while making sure I end up between him and the girl.

RockSolid: and well I told him off a little bit and got him to back off then left in a hurry.

RockSolid: and that's it!

Spoderman: oh no you don't

BreadIsPain: Oui! Monsieur Kirishima, you must tell the climax with just as much zest as the build-up!

Spoderman: what he said! no skipping out on the best part!

RockSolid: but!!!

Jacked: No buts, mister. We're all way too invested now for you to back down.

RockSolid: :(

RockSolid: fine! you win!

RockSolid: so uh when I got his attention, I also got my hand onto his shoulder, and used his surprise to knock his feet a bit off balance and pulled him back, but then I ended up with him in my arms and could tell he was about to start yelling so I just…

RockSolid: you know…

RockSolid: flirted?

LSD: oh my GoD this is great!!!

PikaCHU: Hell yeah Kiri! Go get yourself a manz!

RockSolid: I'm not getting a man! He's probably going to kill me the next time he sees me!

Spoderman: i dunno, it took him a good long while to reboot after what you said there

Spoderman: you might have a shot

PurpleGrape: Well if you're not going to get a man out of this, mind telling us what you said so I can bait him next time he tries to be an ass?

RockSolid: uhhh…

RockSolid: I'm nervous.

BreadIsPain: If you will allow me, I shall finish your tale off dazzlingly!

RockSolid: Thanks Aoyama.

BreadIsPain: Bien entendu!

BreadIsPain: While holding him in his arms tightly in a dip, faces inches apart, Monsieur Kirishima leaned impossibly closer to emphasize his point.

RockSolid: oh god I regret everything.

LSD: Hush, it's getting good!

BreadIsPain: With a growl to his voice and his eyes burning above a smirk, he said "You know, you're damn cute when you're angry, but you'd be downright sexy if you shut the fuck up." Then he straightened up to fling the lost soul to the side, and saunter off like the devil was guarding his back, leaving the bounty terribly confused in his wake.

PurpleGrape: Whoa.

PikaCHU: Holy shit?!

RockSolid: what is that description?!?!?!

JazzHands: Kiri that was PERFECT oh my god?!

LSD: It's ART is what it is!

Spoderman: don't forget how red the guy was! Kiri was cool as a cucumber but the other guy couldn't stop blushing after seeing his face!!!

MOMo pinned a message

RockSolid: Yaomomo!!!

MOMo: My apologies, Kirishima, but I felt it only right to ensure easy access to your most manly moment.

LSD: Yeah Kiri! Then one day we can all look back on this and celebrate how everything started!!

RockSolid: How what started???

LSD: E v e r y t h i n g

RockSolid: @Spoderman bro hide me I’m scared.

Spoderman: hey guys, wanna see a GREAT video?

Spoderman: the stars are our main man, Kiri, and the bounty!

PikaCHU: hell yeah!!!

Jacked: Lay it on me.

PurpleGrape: Sure.

JazzHands: Do you really have to ask????

RockSolid: but I already told you what happened!

RockSolid: why do you want to see me being so embarrassing?

PikaCHU: bro we all appreciate you so much of course we want to see you being manly!

LSD: Just from what you all said there is no way you don’t look great in that vid, Kiri!

PikaCHU: gotta give support where support is due!!

PurpleGrape: They’ll all bully Sero into showing them one way or another anyways, might as well give in now.

RockSolid: but...

BreadIsPain: Nous devons vous montrer à quel point vous brillez et dissiper ces pensées douteuses!**

MOMo: I could not have said it better myself, Aoyama!

RockSolid: I don’t even know what he said though?!?!?!?!?!?!

Spoderman: Kiri.

Spoderman: Bro.

Jacked: Well shoot he’s using proper grammar and everything.

Spoderman: Rude.

Spoderman: Anyways Bro.

RockSolid: yeah?

Spoderman: You are epic. This video shows you being epic. And putting an asshole in their place.

Spoderman: You have nothing to be ashamed of, and every reason to be proud. So please let me show the video so that everyone can appreciate you like you deserve bro.

RockSolid: bro…

Spoderman: Bro.

RockSolid: bro -

Spoderman: Bro?

RockSolid: bro!

Spoderman: aight everyone down to the common room its up on the big screen

Spoderman: i have popcorn too

Jacked: Not even gonna question that.

LSD: Finally!!!

JazzHands: Yuss!!!

BreadIsPain: Je vais regarder avec enthousiasme!***

MOMo: As will all of us I’m sure, Aoyama!

RockSolid: Thanks guys!

RockSolid: Now get down here and watch me maybe get a man!

Translations:

*so attractive that I almost swooned.

**We must show you how much you shine, and dispel those self-doubting thoughts!

***I shall excitedly watch!

Guide to names:

GreenGrape - Izuku

PurpleGrape - Hitoshi

CopyCat - Monoma Neito

MOMo - Yaoyorozu Momo

datBoi - Asui Tsuyu

JazzHands - Hagakure Toru

NYOOM - Iida Tenya

SnowWhite - Kouda Kouji

LifeIsPain - Tokoyami Fumikage

BreadIsPain - Aoyama Yuga

Kirby - Uraraka Ochaco

LSD - Ashido Mina

PikaCHU - Kaminari Denki

RockSolid - Kirishima Eijiro

RipHarambe - Ojiro Mashirao

IcyHot - Todoroki Shoto

MuffinMan - Sato Rikido

Octodad - Shouji Mezou

Jacked - Jirou Kyoka

Spoderman - Sero Hanta

#my writing #boku no hero academia #BNHA #fanfic #humor #kiribaku #chat fic #inspired by fanfiction #my hero academia au #my hero academia #crack fic #just slightly #had to redo the formatting because Tumblr removed it :/#probably ooc but oh well I tried and had fun

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ak8shi · 4 years

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FWB HQ Boys: In which you beat the player at his own game!

warnings: Time skip spoilers, mentions of sex(all characters are 18+), stupid people in love

a/n: I love one(1) libra man!! I love Atsumu’s character and the way he’s developed in hq and I think that this is a very probable way in which he finds love !! thank you all so much for loving the first installment so much <3 I-I went a little overboard with this one but ,, xoxo Chlo

━Miya Atsumu

Let’s start with a little background; I think we can all agree Atsumu is and always has been popular with the ladies

…But that doesn’t necessarily mean the ladies are popular with him LMAO

He’s truly the emotionally unavailable heartbreaker and he built himself quite a reputation without even knowing it

This dude doesn’t even really fuck around with girls, maybe a few meaningless flings his senior year but besides that, he only has eyes for one lady and her name begins with the letter V and ends with ball

LET’S GO

So you’ve known Atsumu for years unfortunately,,, and you surely know about how he treats the girls that approach him with confessions and boxes of chocolates

You don’t approve of it at all, but your family is practically family with the Miya’s and you’ve literally spent every major holiday with them since you can remember

You: Atsumu would it kill you to show some respect towards these women

Atsumu: If she breathes, she’s a thot

….smh… a fucking mess someone please put him in his place

However your mom was always happy that you could be around the twins since you were an only child, and she loved the idea of you having two brothers who would protect you from the evils of college men little did she know,,

You hate to admit it and we hate to see it, but you started to develop a crush on him your freshman year of high school.. you suppose it was because you spent so much time with him and you saw parts of him that a lot of people didn’t get to see I mean you also saw him with his jersey on and off pretty often how could you resist

For example, every Halloween you had a sleep-over tradition where you watched horror films after trick-or-treating and Atsumu was scared SHITLESS every year, I’m talking ripping your favorite blanket off you and burying his face in it to block out the movie, he would threaten you and Osamu about telling people at school about it

Him, a 17 year old teen standing in your doorway at 3:40 am: c-can I sleep on yer floor I LOVE HIM SKAKAKAJSW

You, filming him and sending it to Suna on snap: sure Atsumu <3

You found yourself entranced when he automatically gave you his school cardigan on the walks home from school when it was cold or raining, and completely enraptured by his cute little accent

Atsumu: did ya know yer a fuckin’ idiot bimbo stupid butt crack for not bringin’ yer jacket

Atsumu: yer lucky I’m a gentleman

You: ...

Osamu: god…..

It was naïve to think he would ever reciprocate feelings especially with his entire life being his volleyball career, and you convinced yourself it was a tiny high school crush and eventually you managed to repress it

Too much was on the line; you didn’t want to make both of your families awkward, and you needed to focus on your studies as one of the top students at Inarizaki yes ma’am

Besides you loved him like family right ???

RIGHT ???

The twins are a year older than you, and Atsumu had just signed to play professionally for MSBY!!

You at his official signing: wow, looks like you don’t have to resort to living on the streets after all

Him: yeah ❤️

You kind of forgot about how you felt about him since you weren’t seeing either of the twins consistently anymore with how busy both of you were; you stayed in contact, but nothing really serious

It was weird because you were still in high school while the boys were experiencing college and doing their own thing… you drifted apart honestly and you felt a bit awkward talking to them sometimes, you felt like you were bothering them Atsumu would probably tease you and say that you were

Another year passed and you were heading to college! You are living your best life, meeting new people, and then you got the text from your mom that you were doing Thanksgiving with the Miya’s,, you weren’t sure if that meant you would be seeing both twins but something about the possibility of seeing Atsumu again made something stir in your chest

Fall break hit and you found out both the twins and you were back at home since Atsumu also had a rare break from training and his regular professional season

You were helping Osamu out at his shop, since it was his first time dealing with the overflow of Thanksgiving season as a new business owner

You’re helping close the shop, when you hear the door jingle; you turn to say a polite “sorry we’re closed for the day,” but you’re met with what seems like a new and improved and muscular Atsumu OH NO

He looks amazing and so much older than you remember??? And he’s thinking the same thing about you!!! Like wow she’s changed a lot since she started college, I’ve missed a lot apparently ??

You immediately fall into his arms, inhaling his familiar scent, Osamu rolling his eyes at the two of you and telling you to get lost before he yaks

You leave the shop with Atsumu, inviting him to your house; as you enter, you catch your mom leaving to pick up some last-minute groceries for the Thanksgiving meal

She’s acts way happier to see Atsumu than she acted when you came home LMAO later she doesn’t shut up about how handsome and manly he’s become, but you just pull him away to your room and lock your door behind you

He goes to sit on your flower-patterned comforter from your childhood, newly washed thanks to your mother

Atsumu: so…. what’s up with you..?

You can’t control the churning of your stomach all of a sudden; you can’t remember him ever looking at you this way, like he’s looking at a woman

The feelings come rushing back, and literally all you can think about is kissing him

You lean back on your dresser in front of the bed, and a wave of need to express yourself washes over you,

“Atsumu, I missed you.”

You don’t even know what’s happening until you’re trapped in between Atsumu and the door, his mouth gently pressed against yours, his warm hands caressing your hips

He asks if this is okay, and all you can do is moan back a yes in response

Let’s just say your mom might need to clean your comforter again lmaoo

It’s complicated and you’re both kinda confused after… like no one admitted that they had feelings for the other and its not like either of you can just disappear from the other’s life like a random hook-up

BUT BOTH OF YOU ARE TOO STUPID AND STUBBORN TO REALIZE YOU LIKE EACH OTHER AND WANT A RELATIONSHIP I-

Like he’s literally cuddling you and kissing you and asking you about college in your childhood bedroom naked what

And it ISN’T uncomfortable at all

It feels so right to be in his arms, and you’re in disbelief about what happened??? What even like how have you gone all this time without doing anything honestly

You suddenly hear your dad pull into the garage, and you’re both up and putting your clothes on as fast as possible

It’s embarrassing when you look back on it, how long the hook-ups went on, but this was a common occurrence whenever the two of you were home

It was basically like you were dating and doing long-distance without the label

IT WENT ON FOR ALMOST A YEAR 🤡

Osamu during next year’s Thanksgiving meal: I think we should go around the table and say what we’re thankful for, I’ll go first. I’m thankful that two people at this table are getting laid despite the fact that I’m not 😊

Your parents:

Atsumu, in many ways, is oblivious to what his feelings mean after not really being in any real relationships and blocking out all the girls during high school,

He would find himself texting you after each of his matches, hoping you had watched him and his heart would flutter when you complimented him on his sets

Atsumu on the phone with you: yeah I’m just chillin’ with the boys rn 😏

Sakusa: get the fuck off my bed and get off the phone with your girlfriend so I can sleep

Atsumu: she’s not my girlfr-

Sakusa, talking loud enough for you to hear: I literally don’t care but don’t you have her picture saved as your lockscreen?

He tried to hook-up with someone when he was away playing a tournament in the summer, but it wasn’t the same and it was only good if he imagined it was you

He never did it again and before coming home for Christmas, he called Osamu to finally ask him what to do

Osamu: about time you meathead

Osamu literally spells it out to this man; he has been and is in love with you and he needs to do something about it asap before someone else snatched you away

Atsumu: why didn’t ya just say somethin’ ? Ya know I’m not good at these typa things !

I can’t he’s something else

So it’s Christmas, and he asks if you would want to go see the town square’s Christmas lights with him

Of course you say yes, you’re just really excited to finally see him after so long !!

Atsumu with rosy cheeks ugh spare me

He picks you up and greets you with a kiss to your temple, and he has a little gift baggie with him; he hands it to you to open and you pull out his old school cardigan

“I-I thought maybe you would want it since ya always stole it from me in high school, and since I’m half-way ‘round the world most of the time”

It smells just like him, you thank him with a kiss to his cheek and you tuck it away in your bedroom before leaving hand-in hand to see the colorful lights dazzling in the night sky

You talked to Osamu about your relationship with his brother and you want Atsumu to make a move honestly; you want to be sure he wants this since you’ve literally liked him since high school

You’re not sure what you are expecting, but when Atsumu has you in his arms, your back against his chest and his chin on your shoulder as you watch the Christmas carolers, you don’t expect him to whisper into your ear,

“hey, will ya be my girl?”

You turn around to give him a surprised look, his hand bringing yours to his mouth to plant a soft kiss on your knuckles this is his favorite place to kiss fight me

After getting over your dream-like shock, you say yes and pull him into a kiss

I’m crying he tells you afterwards that you were his girl since the first time he met you, we’ll let him have this one because did he really know until like a week ago? no

Whew, all of your friends and family let out a relieved sigh when they hear the news LMAO

Suna, hearing about Atsumu finally making it official: thank god I was about to start blackmailing him with those Halloween videos

#did writing this make me fall in love with him?maybe so #haikyuu!!#atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu headcanons #atsumu scenarios #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu imagines #hq #hq fluff #hq scenarios #hq headcannon #hq drabble #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu headcannons

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lasquadrasfuckhouse · 3 years

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Hi! Can I ask for la squadra reacts to a Ghost in their base who love singing like a siren. But other members can't see or hear.

This is my first asking, im not sure of i did it correct.

Thank you so much♥️♥️

you did wonderful!!! i LOVE this concept. i wrote more general 'la squadra if their base was haunted' stuff here so i'll be working off of that

this one's dedicated to both the ghost that would hum in this one washroom at my high school when no one else was there and melissa the beautiful scene queen ghost that haunts my house and sings fall out boy and mcr with us 🙌

la squadra with a singing ghost in their base 🎶

first and foremost all of them would probably make sure it's not a stand attack and THEN would make sure they're not hallucinating but once those explanations are out of the way, here's what would follow

risotto ✂️

he's mostly just kinda confused but he doesn't let it bother him. he's a logical dude: you can't prove ghosts but you can't exactly disprove them either so he's just kinda like.... ok i guess

the singing is nice, actually. eerie but very beautiful. as long as he can still sleep, he doesn't mind. if he can't sleep, he may like.... politely ask please no singing while he's trying to sleep? he really doesn't know how to talk to a ghost. but they seem nice.

he won't go out of his way to either interact with them or avoid them and it doesn't really bother him that no one else can see or hear them. they just kinda peacefully coexist.

if the others ask him about it, he'll tell them straight up about the singing ghost, as long as the ghost doesn't appear distressed about being known to the others. but he doesn't want this ghost thing to distract them either, so he reminds everyone to keep their heads on.

prosciutto 🚬

prosciutto is dumbfounded. for real? a ghost? this is ridiculous! and why is he the only one who can see or hear it? he's just kind of annoyed by it more than anything.

the singing is rather lovely, though. if there's too much noise going on in the house and he's getting a headache, that's probably the first time he'd try like, talking to them? to be like, please--and he feels ridiculous just talking to thin air or an apparition--no singing rn. he will begrudgingly thank them when they stop, and while he's at it he may as well let them know that they do have a beautiful voice there's just too much noise right now. the ghost seems to like the compliment.

it's very soothing otherwise. maybe after some time has passed since that first interaction and he's the only one in the house, he may ask why he's the only one who can see or hear them, cause he is a bit curious. whether the ghost has an explanation or not, he'll just kinda be like aight then

really he's a bit curious about the whole ghosts existing thing in general but he just kinda takes what he's presented with. may not give straightforward answers about the whole ghost thing if the others are making a ruckus about it, at least at first, cause he doesn't want to rile em all up.

pesci 🎣

YEAH, HES FUCKIN SCARED. he can't explain it, he can't get rid of it with his stand, and now he feels embarrassed b/c he thinks he seems either incompetent or silly. in reality at least the others know that lying isn't his style so some of them are starting to wonder if he is seeing something unexplainable

the singing gets his teeth chattering. sure, it's pretty, but it's chilling. catch him hiding under the blankets with his pillow pressed over his ears.

he may very meekly ask the ghost to leave him be if they're around him and he'll leave them alone too. way too scared to interact with them and avoids them almost at all costs.

won't initiate conversation about it. some of the others may goad him on to freak him out more. be nice to pesci you losers!!!!! >:( but even if someone asks nicely about it he won't want to talk about it much but he'll be relieved that someone believes him.

formaggio 🧀

yeah, all cockiness goes out the window when he realizes it's a ghost. like, he tries his best to cling onto the attitude, but honey he is freaked out. no ghostes for him thanks

the singing gives him shivers. he'll be like HAHA YEAH.... REAL NICE VOICE YA GOT..... BUT IM NOT GONNA FALL FOR THAT....... U AINT POSSESSIN ME but the ghost is literally just chillin. he doesn't trust like that tho

may try some methods of banishment he remembers from his nonna. even if they don't work in the sense of forcing them to disappear or leave, the ghost probably still gets the message and leaves him be.

will insist with a hand over his heart that yes there IS a fucking ghost and no way in HELL is he fuckin w/ it or joking HES NOT JOKING HE SWEARS, but will puff up his chest like yea i told that ghost to get lost!!!! my love you are fooling no one everyone heard you shrieking like a little baby.

illuso ✨

he's actually a bit freaked. thought it was ridiculous until he actually couldn't find an explanation for it and it's unnerving that he was somehow singled out. should he be flattered? yes yes he knows he's lovely and cool but please don't only show your ghost activities to him or preferably no ghost activities at all

because he's freaked out he may lose his cool and yell into the air to shut up with the singing, which really does not help him feel any better.

with time, he may just get used to it, seeing as the ghost doesn't really do much aside from being a ghost and sing. he might come to appreciate the singing for how pretty it is, too.

will use the opportunity to scare everyone and definitely won't give straightforward answers just for the fuck of it

melone 🍈

VERY fascinated. thrilled, honestly! how fucking cool is it that there's a ghost right in front of him? too bad the others can't see or hear it, but he supposes that makes him lucky.

will compliment the ghost on their beautiful voice and ask a whole bunch of questions. why is he the only one who can see or hear them? do they like to sing just because? are they bound to the base, or to him, or something else keeping them tethered to this world? do they know what's beyond? can they see or interact with their stands? souls exist, seeing as someone's stand is a manifestation of it, so are ghosts souls without bodies? or something else?

he's just very curious and friendly, maybe a bit overbearing, but he's just excited. even with all his questions, he avoids asking how they died cause even though social cues aren't his strong point (especially with the dead????), he still figures that must be pretty rude to say the least. he may happily sway to whatever tune they're singing or find himself humming it later.

will be very excited to share this with everyone as long as the ghost is okay with that. doesn't care if he sounds silly or the others don't believe him, that's not his problem. will assuage any fears from the ones who are more scared by the idea of a ghost (they're just a person!)

ghiaccio ❄️

this is dumb!!! ghosts aren't supposed to be real!!!! that doesn't make any sense!!!!! goes on a rant about how ghosts don't make sense, and maybe he'd be less ticked off if they made sense. like, sure, souls exist cause stands exist. but like, what the fuck? he's honestly not scared, just annoyed.

it's extra annoying how he's the only one who can see or hear them. he's another one who gets irritated when there's too much noise in the house, so he'll yell to cut it out with the singing, if you're gonna make him talk to the air and do ghost nonsense at least don't bug him with it!!!! but soft singing in the quiet is actually very relaxing. he'll find himself sighing and just about falling asleep to it.

he's not good with words and how the fuck does he talk to a ghost but over time he may be like hey.... nice singing. when the other assholes aren't being noisy too. he'll still grumble about it not making sense until he makes sense of it, but he gets used to it.

on that front, he may actually talk to melone about it. he thinks a lot of melone's pseudoscience stuff is nonsense but he's got something concrete right here and he wants to understand it and melone is great at working with weird ideas so they try to make sense of ghosty things

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

they're both just kinda like. well i'll be. sorbet isn't bothered by it, gelato is like oooo how chilling but isn't like, actually scared. he's the one who may fucking flirt with the ghost like oh my is there a reason it's only us who can hear your pretty voice?? ;) sorbet thinks that's pretty funny.

and their voice is pretty! they both really like the singing, they find it beautiful and soothing and it keeps things interesting on base. what's not to love?

sorbet continues just doin his thing, but he will nod to the ghost in greeting when he sees them and exists comfortably with them, he's very chill about it. gelato will chatter and joke and flirt and be like hey let's duet this [SCREAMS] just to fuck around and see if he can make them laugh

they will both absolutely play it up to freak out the others. eventually if their antics get to be too bothersome risotto will tell them to cut it out, and they'll be like 'no problem capo, there really is a ghost tho' and then that causes a whole new wave of fuckery through the squad because even sorlato aren't crazy enough to lie to risotto's face after he told them to knock it off which means there is a ghost but HOW MUCH IS TRUE AND HOW MUCH IS THE TWO OF THEM FUCKING AROUND??? it never ends with these guys.

#THANKS FOR UR PATIENCE I LOVE PARANORMAL STUFF AND THIS WAS RLY FUN #la squadra #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #illuso #melone #ghiaccio #sorbet #gelato #vento aureo #ask

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attemptinghaikyuu · 3 years

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Fake Dating: Sugawara

A/n: I’m not sure if I made him chaotic enough, but we can hope~

G/n reader

Sugawara Koushi

Being best friends with Asahi, you end up being at volleyball practice an unnecessary amount

You’re not part of the club, but at this point you might as well be

You and Asahi just kinda drag each other everywhere??

During your time at the club you become friends with the rest of the third years

It’s a tight knit group

You always eat lunch together, and during this time you notice that most other students avoid your general area

Which makes sense, y’all get pretty loud

Daichi’s yelling about the first years needing to work together, Asahi’s trying to not get in the way, Kiyoko’s just chillin, and you and Suga are laughing at it while simultaneously poking fun at Daichi

You make him even madder then he was to start with, and now you’re both regretting it

Suga and you are definitely the most childish in your group

At least that’s what Daichi says, but pffft, what does he know??

It’s not like you both snuck out at night to grab ingredients for a cake for the volleyball team once... and then made it spicy as a prank....

Definitely didn’t do that😬

Your similar interests in causing messes help cement your friendship

But you both have your own ways of cheering people up and that’s how you first genuinely connected and became friends

Being besties with Asahi means needing to comfort him on the daily, not that you mind <3

Being there for Asahi makes you happy, you give him hugs when he needs them and joke about the aces on the other teams not being able to match Asahi’s strength

Suga’s way of cheering others up are hits of love

A bonk to the head and a few words of reassurance to get his friends and teammates feeling better is his go to

Sometimes you team up to encourage someone who’s really down or nervous

By the time you’re both done the person has so much confidence, they probably think they could receive a ball (cough, Hinata, cough)

There’s also the rare occasion where you both turn to encouraging each other

It almost always turns into a competition of who can make the other feel better

These encouragement battles have the whole team gathering around to see who wins

The volleyball team also have to pull you both apart after you start aggressively caring for one another a little too much

It’s a friendship you can’t imagine being without, one where you can go to one another when somethings wrong

You usually go to Asahi when you have a problem though

However, the thing currently plaguing you is something you need Sugawara’s help in

It’s surprisingly easy to explain what’s going on and how you plan on handling it

He straight up agrees because he’s thinking this’ll be free entertainment and he’s pretty sure this will work out for you

Your idea is to gouge your best friends reaction to you dating someone because maybe you have a small crush 👉👈

Okay sO ITS HUGE AND YOU WANT TO SMOOCH ASAHI

So you’re gonna find out if he feels the same through the only idea without you confessing best idea ever conceived

You’re actually really nervous and sweaty when you see Suga before practice at the time you agreed on to tell Asahi

Suga’s smiling and seems relatively relaxed (he’s panicking on the inside, he doesn’t know what he’s doing), and you try to copy him as you spot Asahi

Waving him over, you consider bolting and going home to scream in your pillow, as he gives you a smile asking if everything’s alright

You stand there for a solid minute just thinking how to start this

Then Suga grabs your hand, making you jump as he says, “Y/n and I just wanted to tell you that we’re dating!”

Asahi makes a squeak and stares at you two in shock before chuckling

“I wondered whether you two liked each other,” He pats your head and continues, “I’m happy for you guys.”

You’re smile is strained as you nod and reply with a happy yep!

Aware of the concerned look and small squeeze from Suga’s hand as Asahi goes in the gym, you turn to quietly thank him for helping out, so you can leave as quickly as you can, when you hear deafening WOOOO’s

Looking to the gyms entrance, just in time to see Noya and Tanaka come running out, yelling about how lucky you and Suga are

Uh oh

Before you know it the whole team is around you asking questions like when you got together and who asked who out

Asahi comes over with a smile and tells everyone to leave the new couple alone

So that’s fun :,)

The whole team thinks you’re dating now and if you say you aren’t, then you’ll have to explain to Asahi why you did this

Making an in the minute decision, you answer some questions, “I asked Suga out! And I did it in the middle of one of our compliment battles.”

Suga knows what you’re doing, figuring he agreed to this, he goes along with it hoping you’re alright

Daichi pats you both on the back after the team’s interrogation

Frustration from the situation you’ve put yourself in, has you in near tears, when you finally get to apologize to Suga

Pulling you in for a hug he apologizes too

“You’re not the only one who got themselves into this mess, I did agree to it after all.” He frowns, “I really thought Asahi liked you, that’s why I said yes, so don’t worry. We’re in this together.”

A very radical conversation later, and you’ve decided to keep the dating act up for three months before telling everyone you broke up and we’re better as just friends

Nothing has changed besides you trying to be as close to Suga as possible when Asahi’s around

Daichi ends up asking if you guys actually like the other when you’ve been acting so off as of late

Asahi gives you a concerned look and asks if everything’s going okay as well

If I’m being honest, no Asahi it’s not, and yA WANNA KNOW WHY, I CAN TELL YOUAJTGBGVWZ

You refuse to tell Asahi about your feelings so you and Suga step up your fake dating game😤

You end up holding hands constantly, it’s really comforting??

He squeezes it when he see’s you stressing and it helps calm you down, like it’s super grounding

You make him lunches as thanks sometimes

He knows how to make you feel better and you can’t help but start to search for him when ever you want a hug

A cold day after practice when you’re walking home with Suga you both decided that was a couple thing to do and now you walk each other home he gives you his jacket since you forgot

He’s blushing, Suga really didn’t know you’d look so cute in it

He’s giving it to you constantly after

He gets incredibly hyped about you wearing his jacket, so much so, that you’re a little embarrassed

But... it makes you happy to have someone who cares so much and gets excited at the little things you do🥺🥺

You grab his spare jersey (with the help of Kiyoko) and start wearing it to all his games

He cries the first time he sees you do it

Sugawara isn’t a star player, he isn’t even a starting player, you choosing to wear his jersey has him feeling bubbly and warm inside

He can’t stop hugging you when the games over, he literally refuses to let you go

Not that you care, you love Suga’s hugs

They’re encompassing and safe

You don’t remember when you started talking to Asahi again, but sometime in this fake dating you found you were fine talking with him

You’re actually gushing about Suga and the small study date you have this weekend with him, when he brings up “You have actual hearts in your eyes when you’re with Suga, ya know?”

That makes you stop because what?? You still like Asahi right?

Or wait...

You gasp, startling Asahi as you realize who you like

Panic wraps around you and your friend, noticing tries to reassure you, “Sugawara does the same thing too, he really likes you okay?”

Gulping you ask “He does?”

Once he reassures that Suga does in fact have heart eyes for you, you have a slight confidence boost

Just enough to run to find Suga

He was on his way to the gym when he heard you calling him

He turns, brightening when he sees you running up to him panting

His smile gives you an extra push to finish your impulsive choice

“You’re incredible Suga, whenever I’m with you, I feel like I can take on the would! It’s like you know exactly what I need! When I see your smile after one of my bad jokes, my bad days become good ones!”

Pausing when you see Suga getting ready to join in on your compliment train, you push out the last bit. “You make me incredibly happy! And I have to ask if you’d be my boyfriend beCAUSE ID LOVE TO DATE YOU.”

Suga’s shocked

And then he’s trying to stop himself from crying

Your feeling both relieved and sick to your stomach as this happens

Maybe Suga doesn’t actually like you?? This was probably a mistake wasn’t it????

Before your overthinking can continue, Suga gives you a small kiss

He smiles as he leans his forehead on yours, murmuring “I’d love to date you.”

#haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu sugawara #sugawara x gender neutral reader #sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x you #fake dating #fluff #haikyuu imagines #I’m: tired #feeling: sleep deprived #hotel: trivago

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chalkrevelations · 3 years

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Ep 27 of Word of Honor, and that was … Well. That was definitely the unicorn chaser to spending so much time and hugging with Awful Yifu in the last episode.

(Spoilers, as ever, so scroll away and come back later, if you’re still planning to watch unspoiled.)

I mean, what is there to say?

Ha, no, really, I can find plenty to say. Buckle up, I guess.

Clearly, I’m going to talk about The Scene, and there’s a lot going on here, besides the obvious cake frosting of everyone coming to everyone else’s rescue and the fighting and the crying and the declarations, and then once it’s all over, when everybody’s still hopped up on adrenaline, before the crash hits, the shouting and the laughing. At the end of it, we’re not even 20 minutes into the ep, and I feel like that should have been the climax (har), but they probably knew nobody would be able to concentrate on anything else that came before it. I’ve seen a couple of interviews now where Zhang Zhehan said he wanted to play Wen Kexing, and given the chance, he would probably still pick that role, and then everyone involved in the interview rambles on about the complexity of the Wen Kexing character, and it makes me worry that Zhang Zhehan isn’t giving himself or Zhou Zishu enough credit for the depth and range that he pulled out of the character. There’s a lot of various people yelling at various other people in many different places in this show, but there’s not been a scene yet that I felt it like I did when ZZS shouts at WKX after Ye Baiyi finally goes away, wanting to know what the fuck he was thinking. That felt real, and it felt layered – like, there’s a bone-deep fear that’s giving that anger extra strength, fear about the fact that WKX could be so self-destructive. Which also may force ZZS to confront for the first time the idea that WKX could die and leave him alone, just like all his other shidi died and left him alone. I’d have to go back and rummage around in previous eps, but I feel like this could be the first time ZZS really has to confront the idea that could happen, and he’s probably not at all prepared for it, because he’s understandably expecting to be the first to go. But this idea that WKX could just disappear, and get himself killed (because let’s face it, Ye Baiyi tossed them both around like toys), and ZZS would never see him again – that he would abandon ZZS like that, just to hide his secrets – I think that might be part of the anger, here. (You don’t fail me … and Zhou Zishou’s expectations for what constitutes not being failed are a pretty low bar, consisting mainly of not getting yourself killed like a fucking dumbass, and even that bar suddenly seems to be too high for Wen Kexing to clear.)

There’s also a clear parallel here, need I say, to the scene in a previous ep when Gu Xiang (WKX) begs Shen Shen (Ye Baiyi) that even after Shen Shen (Ye Baiyi) kills her (him), could he just for god’s sake not tell her (his) boyfriend who she (he) really was. Wen Kexing’s supposedly thought-out plan was basically just going to be what A-Xiang came up with on the fly, and stupid babies need the most love, I remind myself grimly, particularly when all this is about something Zhou Zishu already knew anyway, because he’s a brilliant former merciless assassin, not a good-hearted self-deprecating cinnamon roll who thinks he’s the least talented person in his sect like Cao Weining. We’ve also got some tasty philosophical stuff in this whole confrontation, including competing responsibilities – loyalty vs. justice vs. integrity – along with ideas of retributive vs. restorative justice. This is another good Zhang Zhehan acting moment, because that whole bit about how, actually, Grandpa, his shifu would have been about guiding his shidi toward kindness and making up for the mistakes he made – I actually believe he’s wholly thinking about Wen Kexing when he pulls out this philosophical rapier, and not at all about how restorative justice benefits ZZS, himself, considering how much blood he has on his own hands and that earlier conversation about frying in oil for 80 vs. 100 years. Good job, my friend. The one thing that makes me sad about this scene is that I’ve seen That Extra, and I hate we were robbed of not only Zhou Zishu actually laying his head on Wen Kexing’s shoulder but of Gong Jun’s single crystalline tear spilling down his cheek. Zhang Zehan’s right, that was a better take.

Anyway, Ye Baiyi proceeds to put WKX under house arrest, which, just. So he has to live with ZZS for the rest of his life? Please don’t throw him into the briar patch, right?

Also, yes, WKX. He’d die for you, dumbass. God.

Just to drive home the point of how the Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishou and Gu Xiang/Cao Weining relationships are the same relationship, we then go to a scene … well, we then go directly to a scene where Cao Weining is just sitting there, chin in hand, gazing adoringly at Gu Xiang, much the way Wen Kexing has been gazing adoringly at Zhou Zishu since about Ep 3 2 1 … but that also leads into a scene where Cao Weining is interrogated about Gu Xiang by his shixiong in a milder, miniature version of the grilling ZZS just took from his elder. “Do you know who she is?” Whoever she is, he’s going to continue to respect her boundaries. “I promised her, so I won’t betray or distrust her.” “We’ve been through so much together.” (“We’re in the same boat anyway, we might as well stay together.”) I won’t fail you. Nobody in this scene has actually made the Ghost Valley connection, yet, and Cao Weining is not as canny as Zhou Zishu, so we’re not yet going to get any kind of resolution on the issue in this relationship - but given the way these relationships are running on parallel tracks, I have positive feelings about how Cao Weining is going to meet this challenge (not that I didn’t, anyway) once the info finally does come out.

What else, what else? We do go back to Xie Wang and Awful Yifu in this ep, and oh boy.

Xie’er: Ghost Valley Master’s faithful minion Heartless Amethyst Fiend has been sent by her master to sneakily follow Cao Weining and infiltrate the Gentle Wind Sword Sect where the Glazed Armor is being held.

A-Xiang, chillin’ outside the gated community in a rustic cabin with her fiancé, doing some mending and waiting for her wedding day: Never speak of my former master again, I have utterly left that life behind me. Also, what should we have for dinner?

I can see how you would come to the conclusion you did, Xie’er, but wow, the only time you’ve been more wrong in your life is about your Awful Yifu. Speaking of which, it appears the cat Awful Yifu is out of the bag. Xie Wang is still all, “Since you saved me, you can take my life back if you want,” and here we are in Zhou Zishu-Prince Jin territory again, shades of ZZS in Ep 1 not even blinking as he offers himself to Prince Jin and takes the gamble that he won’t just get his head cut off for his troubles. ALSO, I distinctly remember telling you, Xie’er, that you were empathizing (although not sympathizing) a bit much with the women of the Department of the Unfaithful, and here we do in fact get an explicit comparison, looking back to the conversation with Beauty Ghost about her loser boyfriend, when you refer to yourself as “also a gambler” as you take your leave of Zhao JIng. You need some Water of Lethe, buddy. Or do you think – to return to that conversation and the parallels with Beauty Ghost – that if you remember all this, you’ll stop making the same mistakes?

A last few random things:

lol, let’s all take a minute to giggle over the fact that ZZS has, in Ye Baiyi’s words, associated with this dude. Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Sorry, but I had to pause the show at that point to snicker like a 12-year-old.

Chengling: “How dare those ruffians beat my two dads! Let’s burn down their house.” Wow. OK. Xiang-jie has been … some kind of influence on her didi.

Last scene of ZZS and WKX, oh my god:

ZZS: You’re feeling bad for keeping a secret from a kid? What about me? How are you going to make it up to me?

WKX: Oh, my goodness, look at the time. I’m feeling so … sleepy. Yes, that’s it. I must go to bed. You also must be so … sleepy. You should. You know. Go to bed. Too. Also. To cure your … sleepiness. As you do, in a bed. Where I will also be.

Me, to the screen: He’s going to make it up to you on his back.

Also me: :facepalm: You are a pair of merciless killers. How are you this adorable?

#zhang zhehan #zhou zishu #wen kexing #ye baiyi #gu xiang #cao weining #xie wang #zhao jing #zhang chengling #word of honor #word of honor episode reax

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roguestarsailor · 3 years

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You know what since we’re still in quarantine and i have nothing else better to do, i need to obsess over ACOTAR. I don't like a court of frost and starlight. For the longest time I couldn't figure out why I didn't like it. I aggressively read the book in maybe a day and I closed it feeling frustrated and annoyed. My version had A Court of Silver Flames preview so that definitely contributed to my annoyance greatly.

It's because it felt too perfect. Everything that had happened -- after the entire war was fought and won, they just go back to their normal lives? Yes there were hiccups and yes there were still aspects that made every IC character feel like their problems aren’t solved yet...but it didnt feel right. yes i enjoyed the snowball fight between the bat boys, feyre + rhys sexy time, and those little comfort moments too, the slice of life type things and seeing feyre accomplishing her goals and how hopeful the future seems BUT its too fast. the good parts of the book did not offset the bad parts of it.

Feyre literally accomplished pretty much every single goal she made back in ACOMAF just like that?? within a span of what a few months? a year?? She really came back from an entire war -- probably the first war of many since she's immortal and just like that, after her 21st birthday: she gets a whole entire estate, wants to start poppin babies, opens her art studio and starts teaching kids and then acting like she can rule an entire court?? the timeline is sooo short esp since its been brought up over and over again how everyone is literally 500 years old and have a super “messy” history and their changes seems to come super dupe slowly. but feyre, who has only lived 0.000000002% of her fae life, is out here thriving just fine???

the war devastated thousands of illyrian soldiers where its changing the politics of the illyrains and the faes, all of whom feyre has responsibilities over too as high lady. the mortal queens are still at large who left the humans on prythian to die which is why feyre was willing to go to war in the first place! what about the rest of hybern and their land and residents?? they wanted to enslave humans for social and economical reasons! then what about integrating humans w deep hatred and fear with deeply prejudice fae??? there’s also spring and summer court who are literally in ruins. thats literally so much. so idk how feyre is just chillin???? she gonna let rhys do all the hard work???

like feyre sit down. u should not be having a baby. esp since it took u literally a 700 pages to heal from those 3 months UTM. ur telling me shes gonna whole heartedly bring in a newborn in a war devastated world, with civil unrest (illyrains, other courts), with the messiness of human and fae integration, with trauma u and rhys will have to continue to overcome esp after THIS war??? even helping ur sisters w their traumas??

this is a personal opinion on this subject (and maybe my thoughts will change on this later on; opened to other thoughts) but when i read the part about how that weaver/seamstress artist who made that dark quilt that feyre loved talked about how her mate of 300 years didn’t come back from the war and her biggest regret was that she didnt have a kid to remember him by i just thought ur kid isn’t some sort of memorabilia. don’t have a kid to keep the memory of ur mate alive; have a kid cuz u want a kid purely for the sake of having a kid. ur memories and photos and shit will keep their memory alive but its not having a kid. some primitive need to keep the genes alive maybe?? but the way it was phrased and then in turn how feyre was like oh i need a baby pronto cuz rhys might die in the next war and regret not having a kid with him didn’t sit right with me. also the other couple were together for +300 years and have a rich life together, while shes been with rhys for literally two years THATS NOTHING IN FAE YEARS. thats still the honeymoon phase and also ur problems arent even close to being over!!!

everyone was shitty to nesta. in ACOMAF, we saw how much the IC went through and still did all they could to help feyre. what made them not think nesta deserve the same welcome? nesta is mean as a defense but did no one try to figure out what would help (amren got close but shes so under developed)??? feyre knows nesta feels too much and yet she continued to be shitty. continued to flaunt her wealth, her status, her familiarity/borderline know-it-all attitude about fae/night court, her ~estate~. forcing nest to the solstice party when nesta was literally like i dont belong, im looking at everyone through a window type of thing; the fire cracking triggering her, etc. what kind of power play was that when she made nesta come to her estate, where nesta could SEE how ~homey~ and how suscessful feyre is and fully see all the lovely paintings of everyone feyre loves that explicitly exclude her to tell her to fuck off to a war camp?? bro???? cas was a dick too and elaine was rude. i think a lot of his actions were meant to make her angry since anger keeps u fighting (as was the method of rhys for feyre in ACOMAF) but what he said was stupidly shitty and i demand that he apologize properly. elaine could have done more to help her sister but whatever. mor was definitely an ass too (and im upset for how little her character growth is).

Lucein. that man can’t catch a break tbh. im happy that hes w the band of exiles cuz he is whole heartedly accepted there. feyre was definitely an asshole to him even tho he helped as much as he could throughout the books. he tries so hard w elaine as well and it did hit my heart a bit when she was like gloves to work in my garden?? no ?? i use my bare hands see oNly aZiReL sEeS mE fOr WhO i Am. and at the same feyre is like flaunting her mate status to lucein which is mean as shit. its like this man can’t find love in prythain. then tamlin sending him his box of his things??? thats for sure brutral. tam was literally his partner through it all; savior of sorts even. no love from IC, no love from elaine, no love from feyre, no love from tamlin, no love from autumn court rejected everywhere! also HIS TRUE FATHER?? HEllo???

then on tamlin. i pity the guy! was i suppose to feel that way??? it felt like he is allowed to get a redemption arc and maybe i’ll even root for a redemption arc??? i was absolutely excited for freysand in ACOMAF but after ACOFAS, im like tamlin is....not completely bad??? his relationship w feyre was bad and the controlling parts were very much a no-no. i dont truly understand the dynamics of an abusive relationship but i can understand that it can be insidious and its the little things that hurt the victim. and i felt feyre through ACOMAF and rooted for her to escape her abuser! but then it felt like i dont think he was doing any of those things out of malice. ill say tamlin is a bad leader and doesn’t know how to run a court outside of what he sees his father do. his understanding on everything is based on the traditions of the past which i think fueled most of the things he did i.e. not telling feyre she was in danger since maybe his mom didn’t do those war planning things. ACOTAR showed how he truly cared/loved and took good care of feyre and her family. he even talked about how he didn’t believe in the enslavement of humans! i think that tam wanted to preserve what he thought was the good (aka feyre + her love of painting) and get back a sense of control that he and his entire court lost while chained to amarantha. but at the same time, i think he truly thought feyre wasn’t safe. he knows rhys can crush minds and knows feyre can’t read/write so when he got that letter telling him shes safe of course hes gonna flip shit and made a deal w the devil (although those temper outbursts were DEFINITIVELY not ok!!!). he also didn’t listen and has sense of he knows best when feyre was not the type of person. but feyre destroyed his entire court. he lost all his sentries who literally went out to die for him during amarantha’s reign. he lost lucien too; his trusted right hand man. his people were cursed for 50 years and then continued to suffer UTM and was in the process of rebuilding too! but just seeing spring court, WHO BORDERS THE HUMANS, be in ruins where his subjects left him, his people left him and hes all alone in the manson?? that was sooo sad. so im like why does what feyre did not feel satisfactory????? im mad that it didn’t feel right??? maybe there wasn’t a point where feyre talked to tamlin -- like really talked to him esp w her new found voice and power, etc. anyways, i dont hate tamlin and was like oh shit i think feyre fucked up a bit there.

rhys is a dick to nesta. which made me think, if feyre wasn’t his mate would he extend the same love and care to her??? i loved how he tried so hard to make sure feyre was ok. made sure she wasn’t breaking! all of it! but for nesta, he had the audacity to use his high lord voice and be an ass overall. even tho he can see how cas is fucken in love??? even just how he talks to cass feels off too.

i’ll even go as far as to say because of how terrible ACOFAS was, it created this intense divide within the fandom. i remember reading the first three books and was absolutely 1) rooting for freysand 2) curious about the sister relationship and how it will be mended 3) i definitely didn’t hate nesta nor did i hate elaine either -- but i was adament about them talking it out with feyre for those tough times 4) saw a more realistic and charming healing arc 5) was rooting for feyre to be a stronger voice and grow into herself 6) love the dynamic of the inner circle + feyre

but after ACOFAS, I have this intense need to defend nesta and was super mad at how she was treated after the war and in turn a deep dislike for elaine for both her lack of agency, lack of grit that made all the other characters interesting, and lack of care for her sisters (who showed how much they would risk for her). i dont hate rhys but i was extremely not happy with him and his attitude and behavior. feyre became more arrogant and was acting like how asshole rhysand would act. like her life is perfect now and i was not rooting for her anymore. freysand didn’t feel like they have complimenting qualities that made them interesting in the first place but rather they are merging to become the same person but in a bad way. that mind reading thing was cute in the beginning but it became insufferable since all thoughts were shared so seamlessly it made reading feel weird.

anyways those are my thoughts on ACOFAS. it was a 1/5 stars for me and im mad those events transpired. reading the other books made me excited to know what was gonna happen and i was truly ready to accept the characters as flawed and nuanced as they are. im not mad about character not liking each other but i am mad that everything felt off. ACOFAS just felt regressive in some parts and forced in other parts. i know not everything ends in a nice tied up bow but this book single handily ruined what i thought about these characters in the worse way possible. this book wasn’t suppose to wrap up all the problems that exists in the other books but it didn’t feel hopeful like i thought it would. it didn’t feel wrapped up and didn’t feel like i should be excited about the next books. theres so many missing pieces i feel that i think need explaining and at the same time, i think it introduced too many problems at once which made it feel like its jumping around everywhere. although im still excited for ACOSF because i love nesta, and nesta deserves so much better and i want to have hope that this bad ending will either make sense later on or it was just a blimp.

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SO SMT AU AM I RIGHT GAMERS

I mentioned this in the tags of another post and joked about it in Discord but my brain went brrrr during my last class of the day and now I lowkey have a full plot starting to form lol.

Keep in mind the only Shin Megami Tensei game I’ve played myself is the Nocturne remake, plus I only really remember bits of the plot of 4 and whatever we’ve been given so far of 5 so I’m not super well versed in the series.

Also I’ll add this to the tags too but DSMP Spoilers specifically for the contents of Techno’s Will exist in this post, because that is where the idea for this came from. A lot of other JRPGs have similar plotlines but I specifically thought of SMT because its kind of a meme specifically for that at this point how the plot always seems to have the same type ending bosses.

Also some spoilers for Shin Megami Tensei IV

ANYWAYS

Now Presenting: An AU where Techno’s Limbo is an SMT Game lol

(Under a ‘Read More’ because it got way ahead of me)

An Introduction to Relevant SMT terminology:

Demons: Makes up a large majority of the characters in the game. They are the enemies that you face in combat, and its possible to recruit them to your team through various means. Some demons exist in the overworld though, and can be talked to normally, they’re chill most of the time, unless you do something to tick them off. ‘Demon’ is not taken literally by the Christian definition, they are based off of various figures in folklore and religion around the world, some are even based on Gods and Angels.

Law vs Chaos: Many SMT games have multiple endings based on these two alignments, along with the neutral alignment. It is usually decided by some important decisions the player makes throughout the game. I’m most aware of the SMT 4 ending, in which the route you are on decides the final dungeon, the character you team with for the ending, and the final boss (its either Satan or the in-game version of God). It’s based off of the traditional interpretation of these two, where Law represents the importance of authority, and Chaos represents the importance of freedom.

Another note is that a lot of SMT games take place in a post-apocalyptic world of some kind, which, spoiler, is the case here.

General Plot Details and Worldbuilding:

- Techno dies in the prison. The stasis chamber fails and Quackity succeeds in killing him. Permanently.

- Despite dying, he wakes up again in the main prison cell, but things are different. The lava isn’t blocking the entrance anymore, (in fact there isn’t any lava at all), and he’s alone. Upon peering outside the main cell, he notices a bit of sky peeking through the prison ceiling, like it had been broken into.

- The drop down to the bottom floor is long, but he’s dead, so he just shrugs and jumps down so he can see what’s going on. Turns out there are several holes in this part of the prison, in fact there are multiple on the ground, likely where the lava had escaped from. (Obviously Minecraft lava specifically doesn’t work like that, I’m pretty sure in the DreamSMP the bottom is all source blocks, but just ignore that bit).

- He exits from the back wall of the prison, and everything there so far looks normal, except for the fact that there appears to be less trees than normal. Of the trees that are still there, many of them were cut down and never collected, and some appear to have fallen over due to some damage.

- Techno goes around the prison to the front, and that’s when he notices some things that are very wrong. Various parts of the prison, not just the main cell, are also sitting destroyed. Many cracks, scuff marks and full-on chunks are missing on the walls. The usual entrance which houses the nether portal is hardly still standing, and he can see straight into the main lobby where the portal would lead into once you were let through.

- The surrounding areas are not much better. Tommy’s outpost is toppled over in the distance, only the base and bottom floor are left standing. The tents near the beach are collapsed and destroyed, the only remnants of one of them is a small piece of fabric ripped from the main bit and laying on the ground. Skeppy and Badboyhalo’s mansion is crumbling where it stands, half of the back wall and ceiling are gone. And that’s only what’s visible from here.

- The rest of the server is also in various states of destruction, the spawn walls are hardly left standing, the main nether portal area is covered in potholes, none of the portals are active. The prime path is rotted and broken in most areas, the buildings along it are not faring much better than the ones he’d seen before. And the further he gets away from the prison, the more the plants themselves appear to be dead or dying.

- L’manburg’s crater looks much the same as it once did right after its destruction, albeit with more debris at the bottom which had fallen from the sides as they slowly eroded. The flag at the bottom is torn up and discoloured, honestly its hardly recognizable. The nature that had finally begun to reclaim the land has slowly been dying instead over time, and the bridge overtop has completely collapsed. The only thing still standing, is the ever present obsidian grid that looms over it in the sky. He supposes that whatever disaster had caused this wasn’t able to reach that high up, or that it was at least in part done by someone that liked the way it looked. Not that there seems to be a need for the reminder anymore.

- Something something, he finds out DreamXD is here, and that he might have had something to do with how this world looks. And as much as it shouldn’t matter in the afterlife, he did promise Phil he would be killing God sooooo he goes on a mission to do just that. He can do pretty much anything now that he really doesn’t have to worry about dying, so why not. He has no reason to care about some God, especially when they’re the only ones left.

- Some DSMP people hang around the world and are represented by certain demons, the mostly chill ones that kinda just hang around in the apocalyptic scenery. They don’t recognize him, it isn’t really the people he knows after all, but they are willing to talk to him since they can tell he isn’t human either. He learns little bits of what happened through them, and learns where DreamXD resides, that being one of the strongholds that’s a bit further out.

- Unfortunately, due to the portals being inactive, and his inability to break anything efficiently, or even at all, he has to travel using the overworld. Along the way he manages to speak to some others, this allows him to better locate where the God is, although it doesn’t seem to be hiding out. He even sees it sometimes flying around, which he uses to follow where its hiding.

- Some of the random demons he runs into recognize that he’s not supposed to be here (according to them at least), so he has to fight his way through them. Luckily, many of the friendly demons that he talks to end up tagging along in order to help, thus making up a team he can use to get through them instead.

- There’s probably a demon that seems to resemble Phil somewhere, living alone (alone for so so long) away from everyone in an arctic house perhaps. If I wanted to really up the angst, the demon takes a liking to Techno right away, which is partly how Techno is able to tell its him so quickly. The more they talk, the more Techno realizes how lonely the Phil he knows must be without him there, how upset he’d be once he reads the will and finds out what happened to him. Thus he’s more motivated to, you know, fight God, in an attempt to figure out what the hell happened. (DXD is the only entity existing here that also exists where he’s from, he can guess pretty easily that maybe, just maybe, they are one and the same). Thus, he is given a choice that he knows he will have to make in the future.

- Eventually he manages to find the stronghold and comes face to face with DreamXD himself. DreamXD is just kinda chillin there, they fight, through DreamXD doesn’t seem to be putting in too much effort, almost like it does not want to win.

- Techno wins (duh), and he is left with a choice, a choice to finish the job, or spare the god and allow it to go free. And, well, he feels that he doesn’t really have the right to decide whether it lives or dies, and while its possible that DreamXD caused whatever disaster created the current state of the world, but he doesn’t know that for sure. DreamXD has done nothing this whole time he’s been here, and its done nothing to him or his companions.

- He chooses to leave it alone, and DreamXD seems to know that it was always going to end that way.

- DreamXD disappears, and Techno wakes up in the cell again post-revival, the prison and the world around it is the same as he remembers

(I don’t remember the exact real-world to limbo time difference but I imagine that it felt like, a day, maybe half that, while irl it was only a few minutes to an hour.)

Some other notes/details:

- The other possible ending would have resulted in Techno killing DreamXD and being given ANOTHER choice to take its power over the world, or just leave and stay there forever. Basically DreamXD’s existence is vital to the power of the revival book, and it’s death would have resulted in Dream not being successful in his revival attempts. Obviously we have no idea how the powers actually work yet, but I just came up with an explanation because I thought it would be interesting. You can decide on your own which of these endings fall into Law, Chaos or Neutral because uh, its complicated given the scenario. You can also decide if letting DreamXD live even fits into his character! Idk! But its not like DreamXD’s being oppressive by any means, not that there’s anyone to oppress here anyways. That’s my logic anyways.

- I don’t know what demons would represent specific people, I’d like to use one of the Angels for Phil but the Demons based on Angels usually have an important role in the plot that is in line with the Law alignment and like, protecting god or whatever, so no. There are a couple bird ones but idk if they fit the vibe, idk it could work, I’d have to look at a list if I want to go into this further.

- I kinda want Eret to be an Inugami because it’s body does that thing that ferret’s do when they’re all stretched out :) The only reason I’m hesitant is because Inugami is a dog, and Goose deserves representation.

- The reason I imagined for why Techno can’t break anything is because the mining fatigue lasted throughout this because he died with it, it’d get in the way of fighting too but at least it isn’t weakness, and he’s not alone either.

Uhhhhh that’s it for now I think!

(will potentially add to this if I figure something else out in the future)

#Dreamsmp #Dreamsmp spoilers #DSMP #Technoblade #none of the schoolwork I've done so far is this long what the fuck did I do #this is almost 2k words btw

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vaguely-concerned · 3 years

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R-r-r-rewatch thoughts for The Mandalorian S2 Ep2

(or Chapter 10 as they seem resolved to call it)

- can I just express my joy for a moment that in one episode we get peli, the answer to my pleas for female representation in the ‘sketchy middle aged car mechanic’ niche, and a female alien designed with no consideration towards sexiness. (I mean I’m sure there’s someone. There is always someone somewhere on the Internet, is the bitter truth history has shown to us. but it’s not the intention behind the design haha)

- they do take great pains to deliberately show you boba’s armour several times both in the recap and in the episode itself, so never despair he is very likely still on his way onto our screens once more

- this dude holding the baby hostage wanting specifically the jetpack in exchange is the one (1) break this whole episode gave din lol

also the Patented Mando Finger Curl of Stress while he talked softly and calmly to not promp this asshole to make a sudden move... the most endearing character tic, I love my space cowboy dad so much

- fun continuity detail: din is all out of whistling birds now, and you can see it here!

I wonder if he could still use the same mechanism with different ‘ammo’, it’s just not as effective? from the way the armorer spoke whistling birds seem quite rare and it would be an inefficient use of beskar if that’s the only thing it can be loaded with

- I love how after the last episode, a 50 min epic with a bunch of original trilogy significance and impressive technical achievements and exciting character reveals, I was like ‘yeah okay I suppose that is quite interesting’, and this mess/comedy of inconveniences is the thing that fully makes my brain tip into the obsessive ‘BABY AND DAD SHOW!! BABY AND DAD SHOW!!!!!’ mind state lol

- ah the traditional ‘mando trudging slowly but steadily through the desert’ montage we all love to see (I hope this is going to be a Thing for the second episode of every season from now on)

Also I assume his suit has some sort of temperature regulation built in and that’s how he didn’t, y’know. die under the blazing desert sun

CAT FIGHT CAT FIGHT man I love the jawa. also mando doesn’t even glance over at them, really emphasizing how he’s like. done with this entire day (and it’s all barely even getting started din! i’m sorry)

yodito’s look in this scene tho... he’s like ‘we’ve Seen some shit lady’ (actually I think he’s staring at ‘dr mandible’ like O___o. it’s been a long day for a lil boy)

you get to see dr mandible’s cards a few times, so I assume anyone who knows the rules of... sabacc? probably? could figure out beforehand that he was in a bad spot. (the star wars fanbase is one of those where I KNOW the rules exist somewhere, and I know people who know those rules exist too)

- that sound the baby keeps making -- the ‘boo-a’, sometimes with a p-sound at the end -- if that’s the precursor to him saying any variation whatsoever of ‘dad’ or ‘papa’ or ‘baba’ or even ‘buir’ or anything, I will die. I will sink to the ground in a heap and never get up (the way he keeps seeking out gaze contact with the helmet and seems perfectly satisfied with it too... fasdhfaskdjhl my FEELINGS)

- it seems confirmed in this ep that the mandos who died on nevarro did so while holding off the enemy so the rest(probably especially the children) could get away; some of them appear to have escaped. which I guess is a small relief

frog lady stepping out of the shadows and into our hearts

I like that her firm nod after Peli translates ‘her husband has seen them’ lets us know she understands... basic? is that the common tongue thing in star wars there’s just so many to remember across fandoms lol? perfectly well, even if she can’t speak it.

- mando might be running low on ammo for the pulse rifle, if the fact that he hasn’t replaced the missing cartridge on his... bandolier belt thingy is any indication

ETA: actually ignore me this has been a thing since the literal first episode of the show my brain just had a hiccup lol

- so baby seems to use a little bit of the force to pull the eggs towards him -- I wonder how often he ‘taps into it’ or if it’s always ‘on’ in the background for him. if so I guess there’s no wonder he’s so hungry (but also... kid you can’t end this lady’s entire family line like that one cat who singlehandedly made extinct a whole species of bird! D:)

- din so rarely gets openly angry, he just gets passive aggressive and grumpy. and that’s probably not the healthiest way to deal with things but I love him

- frog lady reacts so strongly to when din sends the ping when nothing else woke her up, I wonder if she can hear more frequencies than a human

hello darkness my old frieeennnddd

proof nr 1508 that din does not starve this baby you guys, he even has his own little tray just the right size for him! as it happens the baby simply seems to prefer eating things that are... still alive in some capacity. which, uh. maybe they can invest in some form of non-sentient crickets or something for him to hunt down and.... oh dear

Look how they massacred my boy

By the way I finally managed to put into words why the Razor Crest -- and particularly the way it keeps getting beaten to hell and back and patched up again -- is so symbolically important and meaningful to me in this show in this post over here! it’s always a great relief to me when I can finally understand what the hell I’ve been going on about all this time and this was one of those lol

- honestly if it weren’t for frog lady and (more importantly) the baby I think there’s a slight chance din would’ve gone ‘well I had a good-ish run of it for a while there’ and just let the ice claim him haha

- “Why don’t you come over here and give me a hand. Make yourself useful” This is the one time in the episode I think he crosses the line into just being a dick for a moment (but noticeably the baby isn’t just a little hurt at this reaction, he’s clearly surprised and confused, which means this really does not happen often. after the time mando’s been having recently I guess a moment’s snappishness is understandable haha. he does follow up right after with being much more responsive and attentive when the baby toddles away from him, so it feels like it’s going to be okay)

also the ‘boo-ap’ sound is there again when he’s trying to get din’s attention. just sayin’

when din comes over to see the footprints baby makes a declarative little meep like ‘see??? I did tell you!’ haha

- it is very funny that mando is using all his technology meant to track down dangerous bounties in the grungy depths of the criminal underworld... to find a naked lady just chillin’ in a hot spring

cue the ‘father is evil?’ memes fsadfda. actually the funniest thing about this moment (apart from the fabulous finger acting) is that din actually snatches a few eggs out of the baby’s reach more subtly right before, and that baby only whines for ALL OF ONE SECOND before he goes to sniff around for other food possibilities fkadfhjkds. from my experience with human children he’s a lot less prone to tantrums. yodito doesn’t get mad, he gets even

- baby running towards din through the hatching spiderlings like ‘DAD I FUCKED UUUUUUP’, din’s little strangled ‘ngh’ sound as he picks the baby up and watches all the creepy crawlies come out... *chef kiss* impeccable

(that little ‘ngh’ and the soft shocked ‘ah ah AH!’s from when he goes flying at the beginning of the episode... pedro pascal and his voice work for this character gives me so much life. in some ways din has this sort of dignity and grace and in other ways he uh extremely doesn’t. he gets to be cool but also vulnerable in ways a lot of male main characters don’t and it’s probably why I love him so much)

btw here is that moment when din moves to hold the baby tightly against him with both hands as the big spider appears, because it gets me right in the heart... it such an instinctive thing of holding on to the dearest thing you’ve got before something bad is about to happen

fdsafhsdakjlfhsdkjlhfsdajhf oh my god the baby is clutching din’s finger with his little hand during the chase!!!! 😭😭😭

this FUCKING SHOW has just WEAPONIZED putting in small details everywhere to convey the love and tenderness and attachment felt by a little muppet doll even where only weirdos like me will frame by frame their way through the video to see it I am so MAD

- frog lady going ‘fuck this’ and bounding along is e v e r y t h i n g

- din is an amazing shot, though, he doesn’t seem to miss a single one in this whole scene (then again there’s something to shoot at basically everywhere one can take aim so lol)

baby hiding behind/half hugging din’s boot as he tries to get the doors closed hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can’t breathhhhheeeee

honestly every single one of the baby’s proximity seeking behaviours in this ep has me on my knees

- it’s very unfair to play the heroic happy mando music like everything is going to be fine and then have a huge fuck-off spider drop down from the ceiling and break it off mid-tune, the mandalorian, you have trained me in certain ways and now do you betray me??? how can I trust again

- the camera work in the scene with the new republic guys gives such a good sense of the discomfort of being judged from on high by someone or something you can’t really see -- the glare of the lights blocking out everything in the shots from din’s pov makes it feel like a tense interrogation (the new republic dude who is actually dave filoni has such a look of fondness as he watches din tho it’s kind of sweet)

- ...oh no I think baby was actually considering munching on that dismembered spider leg YODITO NO JUST EAT YOUR KRAYT DRAGON BABY

- hngh this is a weird filler episode and it has my entire heart. I suspect we might get some episodes of a more stationary baby between active ones like this -- you can tell a little bit in this episode that especially having him running around fast is quite difficult to have look natural, they likely save that effort up for when it best serves the narrative

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian meta #the mandalorian spoilers #mmmm brain empty only dad and baby show in here #(actually that's not true there's some tf/graves activity going on at all times too haha)

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Late Nights

Andrew (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope) x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: Late nights are famously accompanied by deep conversations. The type to keep you up like a full dose of caffeine. Those are the best, most relaxing and freeing conversations you’ll ever experience. Good thing Andrew and Y/N are the perfect company for each other when it comes to those exact talks.

Requested by Anon. Hello! I’m sorry there is no specifications on your request. You requested for some Andrew x Reader fluff and this idea immediately dawned on me haha. I hope you like it and I’m so terribly sorry for the wait. Hopefully the final product makes it worth your while. Looking forward to hearing your feedback and receiving any other requests you may have! Love, Vy ❤

A random notification sounds from my phone, scaring me out of my peaceful, dreamless slumber. Oh wait, I’m not in my bed. I’m sitting at my desk, surrounded with sheets of paper with notes I’m supposed to memorize by my 8 AM exam. Speaking of that exam, it’s in less than five hours. I’ve been studying for what feels like days, but my head still feels as empty as it was at the start of the semester. The way I see it, I have two options: I can either die from a caffeine overdose or from the heart attack this exam will cause me. No in-between and no other options. Just death. Maybe not in the literal sense, but if you ask me, burn-out should be considered death and that’s exactly what I feel right now. And the fucking exam hasn’t even happened yet, for fuck’s sake!

I lift my head to look at the clock on the wall and instantly get dizzy. Thankfully, I’m still seated. Damn, this calls for more caffeine.

“Hey T, can you -“ I look behind me in search of my roommate who’s supposed to be pulling this all-nighter with me. Needless to say, she has perished.

I already have an idea of where she might be, but the sticky note she has left on my dresser confirms it.

~ Daniel has more notes. Come to the floor lounge

Oh, hell no. I am not that committed to passing this exam. I am not about to be a third-wheel for five hours and feel miserable afterwards. Correction: More miserable than I’m already going to feel. Good thing there are two staircases on either side of the floor so I don’t have to pass through the lounge in order to get to the dining hall. That’s the only place I could obtain coffee and if I don’t I might just die right here on this desk.

I put my slippers on, throwing a jacket over my pajamas as well. It’s January and the dorms could not be colder. I swear to God, they are trying to build our immunity and resistance to cold one freezing night at a time. The heating doesn’t do much even if it’s on, which is a rare occurrence considering it’s faulty and doesn’t work 80% of the time. I leave the dorm, quietly shutting and locking the door behind me before taking the right hallway instead of the left. I wander around the dimly lit hallways, some of which don’t have lighting at all, my arms folded over my chest in a pointless attempt to bring myself more warmth than the jacket is able to provide me. No matter what I do, I can’t get rid of the intense shaking that started from my torso and has now spread as far as my bottom jaw.

I navigate the halls, mumbling curse words to myself while doing so. Having taken the long way, I have an extra two minutes or so of freezing before I can find myself in the warm and cozy dorm. Taylor and I bought a small heater for Christmas cause we were not having it with the shitty heating system. Must say, that’s a better investment than all the money I threw to be here.

The dining hall is dark as usual. The only lights are the exit sign and some small lights on the vending machines. And the glorious coffee machine! I can just imagine myself turning into a heart-eyed emoji looking at it.

“All-nighter?“

The voice is so sudden and so out of place, it startles me to the point of letting out a half-scream and immediately backing away towards the entrance of the dining hall.

“Hey, it’s ok. It’s me.“ A light appears at one of the tables, illuminating the person holding it.

I sigh in relief when I finally get a good look at the person opposite me. It’s Andrew - a classmate and friend of mine. We have creative writing together and a few other classes. We’re in the same friend group as well. I started hanging out with him more through Taylor’s boyfriend Daniel who’s roommates with him. I’m glad I met them both, they are really fun to be around. However, recently, Andrew hasn’t been himself. It might be a stretch, but I think it’s because of the upcoming field trip our creative writing professor John has organized. I have tried asking him what has been bothering him but he always brushes off my concerns by claiming nothing’s wrong.

“Jeez, Andrew. You scared me half to death.“ I place a hand over my racing heart, taking a deep breath to calm myself down, “You’re lucky I didn’t chuck anything at you.“

He has the audacity to laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out.” He puts his phone on the table, flashlight facing up at the ceiling, “What are you doing here, anyway?”

I return to my previous task, “Getting coffee, can’t do without it. What about you? Do you just hang out here, waiting for student-zombies to scare?” I get my four cups of coffee, balancing them in a very risky way to where he’s sitting. “Want one?”

His eyes widen, “These are all for you?” I nod, “And they are all just straight espressos?” I nod again, “Are you trying to kill yourself?”

I scoff, “That’s plan B. For now, I’m just trying to stay awake.” I knock back one of the cups, trying hard not to cringe at the unpleasant flavor due to the lack of sugar. “You didn’t answer my question.” I say after getting over the initial battle to get the coffee down without puking.

He hesitates, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the tabletop. I can tell he has spaced out, leaving me unsure of weather I should nudge him again or let him return to reality at his own time.

“I, uh....I had a nightmare.“ He says despite his eyes still carrying that thousand yard stare. “Daniel wasn’t there, and I didn’t want to stay alone in the dorm, so I came here. A lot more open. Not so suffocating.“

I frown, “What was the nightmare like?” I don’t try to hide my concern, there is no reason to do so. I want him to know I care, that I am and I always will be there for him. Even if it’s just as a friend, I will take what I can get. This is not the time to be thinking of anything more than being a good friend and helping Andrew.

He shrugs, his eyes slowly lifting to meet mine. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last cause he shakes his head, breaking eye-contact again, “You’ll think it’s ridiculous.“

I put my hand on top of his, stopping the repetitive tapping of his fingers. This causes him to reconnect our gazes. After a two second confirmation that he won’t look away, I speak up, “You could tell me elves chased you around with axes and I still wouldn’t say that, Andrew. Come on, talk to me.”

He sighs, nodding his head. I take this as a positive sign and give him an encouraging smile. Instinctively, I start withdrawing my hand as I lean back in my seat. To my surprise, he turns his hand, taking a hold of mine when he begins to speak.

“They started a week ago, when John told us about the trip to Little Hope.“ he still hesitates, but I still consider it progress. “It’s always one of two nightmares - it’s either a housefire which non of us survive or...I can’t even explain the other one.“

I give his hand a comforting squeeze, “Take your time. I know it’s tough.”

“Um, we are at this ruin of a house and we, well, you guys get attacked by these deformed, demonic monstrosities. I can’t get to you. I can’t save you. Darkness takes over my brain and all I hear is horrified screams and calls for help. And then I wake up. Terrified.“

I am terrified just picturing it, let alone experiencing it. I’d probably sob like a baby and refuse to go to sleep ever again. “That’s horrible, Andrew. I’m so sorry you have to go through that.” I pause for a second, “Little Hope is a place with terrible history, I can’t blame you for being so hesitant about going. I’m a sucker for these types of places, but I completely understand your angle.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, I believe I overheard you saying you’d like to visit Centralia.“

I can’t help but smile, “Oh, I’d love to.”

Suddenly, completely out of the blue, he gets a spark in his eye. He becomes livelier, almost like new life was breathed into him. Pushing back his chair, he stands up and takes the remainder of coffee cups. “Well, that’s not gonna happen if you kill yourself.” Without batting an eye at my baffled expression, he throws the cups in the trashcan near by. “Let me help you with the studying. Two work better than one, after all. I’m sure you’ll grasp everything better if you have an actual person explaining it to you. Also, I’d like to make up for the time you wasted here with me.”

I get up as well, “No need, seriously. I can figure it out. Apart from feeling so energized I could run a marathon, my brain is working a lot better now. You go try to catch some z’s.” I wave my hand dismissively but he catches it mid-motion, mumbling a quick ‘come on’ before leading me out of the dining hall and towards the staircase I took earlier.

* * *

It’s been about two days since that night and history is over here repeating itself. I am, once again, pulling an all-nighter, this time alone because no one else from my friend group shares this class with me. You’d think I would have learned my lesson and would start studying at a reasonable time, granting myself both peace of mind and a better functioning brain, but NOPE. Actually, I’m beginning to think I can’t study at any other time of day. The late nights/early mornings give me the best atmosphere. Those hours before dawn are the quietest I’ve ever had the chance to experience - for studying and just chilling on the roof of the dorms. The dining hall is still a place I frequent. I can’t help but hope to run into Andrew every time I walk in that big, eerie room. I haven’t been so lucky, though. We got the results of our last exam today and I was, and still am overjoyed for the grade I got. Not only was it a passing one, it was a SOLID passing one. I can swear, if it wasn’t for Andrew’s help, I would’ve failed it with the lowest score in the class.

“How does this work...?“ I mumble in frustration, reading through the poorly written notes I’ve made. Full disclosure - this is my nap class. This is the class I spend spacing out and - as its title suggests - taking naps. I am surprised I have as many notes as I do.

Taylor, being the great friend she is, refused to budge from our dorm, determined to help me in any way she could. I appreciate the gesture, don’t get me wrong, but having another person would defeat the purpose of being up this late, so I talked her into sticking to her original plan - hanging out with Andrew and Daniel at their dorm while I fry my brain cells.

Just as I’m about to take a sip of my third coffee for the night, my phone starts ringing. I look at the phone screen that’s displaying Andrew’s name and straighten up in my chair, ready to launch myself out the door in case he needs my help. Screw the exam.

“Hello? You ok? What’s wrong?“ I blabber into the phone after picking up the call

“Hey, sorry for bothering you. Hope I didn’t wake you up. Um, I had another nightmare....never mind. Sorry for calling.“ His voice is shaky and hesitant, almost as if he’s speaking with zero air in his lungs.

My concern shoots through the roof, “Don’t you ‘never mind’ me! And don’t apologize! Meet me in the dining hall in five minutes.” I jump to my feet, pulling my jacket on with my unoccupied arm.

He sighs, “I’m already there.“

I nod distractedly, momentarily forgetting that he can’t see me, before leaving the dorm. I power walk the familiar hallways, the only reason I’m not running being the late hour and the trouble I’d get in for the noise.

I stop right outside the dining hall doors, giving myself five seconds to compose myself so I won’t look absolutely unhinged when I walk in. I get that it’s pointless, considering I have massive bags under my soulless eyes, but a girl can try.

Pushing the door open, I am met with small, flickering dots of light hovering over one of the tables. The outline of Andrew’s silhouette is also visible, but nothing more. It takes me a second to realize the lights I was looking at were three small candles.

“Andrew?“ I whisper-call his name while I’m still at a distance of about ten feet, cautious not to freak him out by approaching without making my presence known.

As I near the table, the candle-light illuminates his face enough for me to be able to see that he doesn’t look at all like what he sounded like over the phone. Something about his gaze when his eyes meet mine screams ‘I’m so glad you’re here’, but then again, that might be wishful thinking. Apart from that, he looks rather normal - not like someone who just had the most horrific of nightmares. Actually, I think I can see a hint of a smile forming at the corners of his lips.

“Hey Y/N.“ He greets me, “Ready to study?“ He points to the several notebooks and sheets of paper neatly stacked on the table. Next to that pile is a similar one of snacks.

My eyes widen, “Wait, what? What is this?“ I narrow my eyes at him, “Is this your way of dealing with the nightmares or something? It’s completely ok if it is, don’t get me wrong...“

He shakes his head, the smile now fully formed on his face, “No, Y/N. I actually haven’t had a nightmare since that night you found me here. This...” he motions to the table, “...is several things. First of all, a celebration for your passed exam. Second, a thank you - cause I believe you’re the reason the nightmares stopped. I just needed to talk to someone about them and you were the only person I could do that with properly. And third, I know you have an exam in a few hours, so I wanted to help. We make great study-buddies, don’t you agree?”

I’m honestly speechless, “You schemer.” I’m smiling and blushing like crazy and I couldn’t be happier to be surrounded by darkness at this moment. “How did you even get these notes? You’re not in that class.”

He gives me a conspiring smirk, “That’s classified info.” He hands me a coke can, “No more coffee for you tonight.”

“You interrupted me on my third cup, but better late than never I guess.“ I giggle taking the handed soda and taking a seat on the chair opposite him. “Thank you so much, Andrew. Really, it means a lot to me. How am I supposed to repay you for this?“ I can tell he’s about to protest so I hurry to stop him, “No, no, no. You can’t change my mind on that.“

He sighs in defeat I can only guess is fake, taking the smirk on his face into consideration. He contemplates whatever’s on his mind for a second, buying himself time while he opens a soda can for himself. I copy his action, opening mine as well. “Um, well, there is one way I can think of....” he trails off, avoiding eye-contact. The brief moment I manage to catch his gaze I give him a nod, encouraging him to go on. “How about calling this a date?”

I am shocked. No, ‘pleasantly surprised’ is a better term to use. ‘Overjoyed’ an even better one.

The blush I thought couldn’t get any darker or more wide-spread just proved me wrong. Despite the chilliness of the dining hall, my face, neck and ears are on fire. Once again, a big thank you goes to the darkness that surrounds us.

Instead of showing off how surprised and happy I am, I lift my soda can in the air, “It’s a date then.”

His smirk turns into a relieved smile as he takes his can, clinking it against mine, “It’s a date.”

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ye-bloodeh-liar · 3 years

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I just finished AC Valhalla – A résumé.

I finished the "main story" of Assassin's Creed Valhalla. These are some thoughts of mine. (This was saved in my drafts for two weeks or so. But my stance hasn't altered. Actually, I'm even angrier now.)

Disclaimer: This obviously contains some spoilers here and there. You've been warned, but tbh, who even cares about the story at this point. Also, I know I don't have many followers, and I suspect none of the few that will come across this post will actually be interested in it. That said, if you like reading people's rants about things, regardless of your interest in video games, this might be something for you. I just needed to get this out of my system somewhere. This is a rant (well, vent? I'm venting, I guess) written as it came to my mind. There's no real structure, I think. Sorry for that in advance.

After Origins, which I thoroughly enjoyed and actually played again between Odyssey and Valhalla, and Odyssey, which's name was perfectly fitting since it felt like a fucking odyssey to grind through, I hoped, actually, I was convinced, Valhalla would right Odyssey's wrongs. You see, Odyssey had one big problem for me: It did none of the things that made and still make me love Origins. In short: The world was massive, but felt copied and pasted, uninteresting to explore and lifeless. Basically, it was a lot of green sprinkled with some olive branches. A lot of the times the only way to know roughly where I am was pulling up the map because based on my surroundings, I could've been anywhere. Compared to the intriguing world of Origins, where you always knew in which area of the map you currently were, this was a shitshow. I mean, just walking through the desert in Origins had more atmosphere than the whole city of Athens (the main fucking city) could ever muster up. (Oh, remember the times of AC Brotherhood, where Rome actually felt like a city even though it wasn't actually humongous like the new games are? Or how atmospheric the whole of AC II was? I mean, Venice? Hello? M a s t e r p i e c e) But I can overlook that. The combat didn't feel heavy, or to put it better, "impactful" like it did in Origins, but more like poking the enemies to their deaths with something that made sword-y sounds. But I can overlook that. The loot system improved a bit, in the sense of giving the option to modify your loot and being able to combine different armor pieces, however, Origins outfit-system was more up my alley. But I can overlook that. Funnily enough, compared to its predecessor, Odyssey looked worse. In Origins the fabric of your outfit look like actual fabric and, I can't stress this enough, waved in the wind. In Odyssey everything felt more static and somehow "fake". But I can overlook that. To me, Origins' story was masterfully done. Personally, I'd say, that this is the closest we've ever gotten to the Ezio-Trilogy. The voice acting was top notch. Bayek was a great character, and the side characters like Aya/Amunet were equally intriguing. I still remember the first time I saw the first confession cutscene after killing Medunamun. It gave me shivers and goosebumps and got me excited for what was about to come. What I want to say with this, is that Origins made me care; care about its characters, care about their backstory and motives, care about the world, etc. After I had finished the DLC The Hidden Ones I felt like I had actually witnessed the igniting spark of something epic, namely the Assassin Brotherhood, in such a chilling way, even though they basically were just chillin' in a cave. Because that's what character building gives you: payoffs. Well, Odyssey did none of that. All it did made me care about was to get all the loot, because that's what my mind always goes for in any game (I'm that kind of stupid ape). I didn't care about what would happen in the end – I just wanted to get there. I wanted to know how the story would end, but in whichever way it would, I knew I wouldn't care for it in the sense of being disappointed or yearning for a different outcome for the character I was so invested in, because, as I said, nothing got me invested in the character(s) in the first place. That's what bugged me the most about Odyssey. Not the flimsy feeling combat, not the husk of a world I found myself in, not the downgrade in design and animation, etc., but the lack of care it invoked.

Now, when Valhalla was originally announced, I was excited as I could be for a video game. Ubisoft was clearly aware of their mistakes with Odyssey and tried to show that they're willing to listen to their fanbase. A world where every area has its own identity? Sounds great. Heavy combat? Hell yeah. Gear and loot that actually matters and is special (unlike in Odyssey where after a few hours of playing you find yourself carrying the same fucking bow 25 times)? Oh my. Choices not for the sake of choices, but story? Yes please. I mean, if you have to implement choices. Even though choices don't really make sense in Assassin's Creed, but that's another topic.

Well, did it deliver (for me)? No. And to be completely honest, I prefer Odyssey, even as the grindfest that it is, over Valhalla, and me replaying Odyssey seems a lot more likely to me, than going through all of Valhalla again. I'm not going to list all of the points mentioned above again in full detail: The world is a bit more intriguing than Greece, but a shadow of what Egypt was. The combat feels heavy, yet every weapon looks too big (????) and it still feels a bit off. My biggest grudge of the minor points is actually the look/the graphics: How on earth does Valhalla manage to look less real than Origins? The fur and pelts on the armor, every piece of cloth, i mean just e v e r y t h i n g looks somewhat plasticy (at loss for a better word here; just compare Origins' outfits in motion to Valhalla's) Anyway, let's get to the real problem here, because all boils down to the point I've mentioned before: Invoking care.

This became very apparent to me after forging the fourth (?; was it the fourth? They all blur together. That's how e n t i c i n g they are. Great.) alliance or so. I didn't give a single fuck about the characters in those arcs. It was very clear that they'd be soon replaced by other characters in the next alliance's arc, which I probably wouldn't care for either, especially, since they all felt somewhat the same: empty. Alliances felt like checklists to do. Even Wincestre, which had an interesting beginning, somehow managed to loose all of its "darkness" after the first two quests. But I could overlook the dreary sidequest-like alliance arcs, if they served the main storyline in some way or form. Now you might ask, what main storyline? E x a c t l y. Looking back, there is none. At least not really. And there where a lot of times playing the game where I found myself wondering, if this alliance-arc-thing I was currently dragging myself through was in fact meant to be the actual story. But it shouldn't be. Was it? I have no fucking clue. My conclusion on what Valhalla's main overarching story is, is what follows:

Eivor's parents got killed when he was a child (never seen before lol), got adopted, and is now part of the Raven clan with his "brother" Sigurd//Sigurd comes home from some raid with the Assassins Basim and Hytham//(Eivor gets the Hidden Blade; I mean, this is an Assassin's Creed game. Big moment. Done in 2 seconds.)//Sigurd and Eivor aren't happy with the new King of Norway.//Sigurd and Eivor fuck off to England (with Basim and Hytham) to set camp there.//Eivor starts to forge alliances throughout England to make his clan's hold on England stronger.// Sigurd and Basim do their own thing.//Eivor meets Sigurd and Basim two or three times throughout his alliance forging.//Basim seems a bit off.//Sigurd says that he was told (by Basim?) that he is a descendant of the gods.// Sigurd wants to "pursue his destiny"// (sidenote: the last few things are all within one (!) short cutscene in a small house. d e v e l o p m e n t.)//Sigurd gets captured and tortured and loses his hand.//Eivor rescues Sigurd.// Sigurd is back in the settlement.//Sigurd distrusts Eivor because Eivor doesn't believe Sigurd and Sigurd thinks Eivor wants to take his title as the jarl (jarls are the bosses of settlements).// And then the end sequence hits. This is where I want to go into somewhat detail again. We go from Sigurd distrusts Eivor to "Eivor, I don't wanna be the boss of the town, so I don't hold a grudge anymore, let's go back to Norway and I'll show you I was right all along" like it's nothing. It's literally just that: You walk up to Sigurd, he says this (more or less) and you sail away. Again: development is taken very seriously in this game. Honestly, at this point I didn't even know that this was going to trigger the ending. My genuine thoughts were "Oh my, finally, after all this grinding, the story is going to start." when in reality of course, ironically, it was going to end. Absolute belter. So you sail to Norway with Sigurd, which takes fucking forever, because OF COURSE you have to sail (for everyone who didn't play the game, yes, sail, that means looking at a viking longship while occasionally moving the stick slightly to change its directions slightly) to your original settlement in Norway, for what feels like far too long, only to say Hi to your dad. Fucking lost it. I thought we were going to assassinate the King? Nah bruv let's just have some quick family talk instead. Some action? Nah. Just get back to the longship. A N D S T A R T S A I L I N G A G A I N. Where? Just around the curve of our settlement in Norway. Yes, they pulled the old trick of the ending is literally just right around the corner of your starting position hehe. Absolute belter. Is this to make it seem like something is about to happen? The calm before the storm? It doesn't work like that. Well, then you actually sail through a storm (lol), which doesn't matter, because Sigurd just says "Let's keep going" and, well, you keep going. Also, to this point the weather conditions have never affected neither Eivors health, nor the ship in any way whatsoever, so why should I be impacted by a storm now? Like, it's a nice thing for atmosphere, but at least make the ship harder to steer or something. Then you walk up a mountain. Funnily enough Sigurd walks in manner that shows that the walk against the storm isn't easy, whereas you, hah, you can just yeet yourself up that mountain like nothing. I could sprint up there. Fucking sprint. Anyway, Eivor and Sigurd enter the Isu temple, because of course, we had to throw an Isu temple in there, I mean, i t ' s A s s a s s i n ' s C r e e d. Was it hinted at before in the story? Not really. Were we chasing or searchig for it? Nah, better get that next alliance going. It just suddenly was. Again: development. So we walk to the main platform of the temple and activate the machine and bam we're in Valhalla (because at some point Ubisoft realised that maybe they should include what is literally in the name of the game). Again, were we looking for Valhalla? Like not in the sense that every viking was, but more in the sense

of was it the main objective of the game? Did Eivor look for a way to Valhalla? Was there anything that led us here other than Sigurd having had a few dreams (that only got mentioned, like, twice?) and being influenced into thinking he was a demigod or something? Nope, Eivor was looking for that next alliance to forge. So, Eivor realises that his experience of Valhalla is fake and he wants to get out. But fake-Odin doesn't want to let him go. In a really weird cutscene (jump to 6:30), Eivor eventually escapes Odin and enters a door with his settlement-family (look, I'm all here for metaphors, but this, this is just utter rubbish. It just doesn't make sense, and there is no payoff whatsoever). Odin actually had a build-up of some sort. In every assassination sequence he's there and talks with Eivor. I actually thought there would be some cool payoff/ending/reveal here. But nah, this ain't it chief. Yet somehow, until here, I had hope. I thought maybe now, building on all this confusion, there's gonna be a relatively good ending. Something enticing. Something that made everything somewhat worthwile. And Ubisoft went: Lol nah. So, you're out of the Isu machine again (for all the non-AC-peoples here: basically like the matrix. Eivor gets hooked up to the machine and experiences alternate reality: Valhalla), and Basim is there. What a twist. The guy that showed up like three times and went from friendly in the first time to super suspicious (like glaring-in-your-face-suspicious) in the two-or-so other major cutscenes he was in, has now been revealed as the enemy. Congrats to that. What a twist. The thing is, and this bothers me a lot actually, it could have been anyone there. It didn't need to be Basim. It wouldn't have felt out of place if it wasn't him. Why? Because Ubisoft failed terribly at making you connect to any character and at building any actual story (or character). It could have been Gunnar, the friendly black-smith in our settlement, and it would have been as fitting as Basim. Then Basim says that this is "for his son". Ah yes, the lost son of Basim, which was mentioned once. Right. Eivor defeats Basim by hooking him up on the Isu machine and gets back to the settlement with Sigurd (in my ending at least. There seems to be a possible ending in which Sigurd doesn't come back.) Cut to the modern day, where Layla now knows the coordinates of the Isu temple, goes there, hooks herself up to the machine, becomes the overseer of time with the other overseer of time which already was hanging out there (I mean yeah, great idea, terrible execution. Build it up, then you can have a payoff. This was just straight outta nowhere, and who cared about Layla anyway.) Anyway, meanwhile Basim, who was still hanging on that machine a fuck ton of years later, pops off, and is now living in the modern day. The idea here is, that we lost the hero (Layla) which caused the (just established) vilain (Basim) to do his fuckery in the modern day. But why should I care? Basim was basically nonexistent in the basically nonexistent story and suddendly I should feel sad or shocked, because he's in the modern day? Is this supposed to be intriguing? And yeah, Layla is "gone". Layla, who had no character building over three fucking games. Why should i be bothered? Why should I care about anything that just happened? Remember when a side character (Lucy) died in AC Brotherhood? That was intriguing. Why? Because they built her as a character we (Desmond) trusted, even though it was in the modern day (which no one really cares about in AC). And this is why Valhalla broke me and Odyssey didn't. Valhalla failed to make me care on a much deeper level. It's just a lot of nothingness. Empty characters in a nonexistent story. And by nonexistent, I mean non-built at all. When I play the game now, I have no actual reason, and throughout the game never actually had any actual reason, to continue. It was a chore. I didn't bother if after three hours of grind I would eventually get a mini-snippet of a husk of a story, and neither do I care now. Everything in

this game is so devoid of sparking curiosity and screams of lacklusterness to the point where I don't even know what I have actually expierenced. For fuck's sake Ubisoft, make me care again. At least once in 40 hours.

May I sum up Valhalla's "story" and content in the glorious words of Catherine Tate: Am I bovvered? The answer, sadly, is a holistic no.

#assassins creed #ac valhalla #sorry for the rant #this is my longest post yet #am i bovvered #sidenote: this is actually the first time that i'm genuinely pissed at ubisoft #i wasn't even this mad with odyssey #and that thing got a lot of hate #maybe i'm gonna delete this again

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uwuwriting · 3 years

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Road trip w/ Kaminari, Shinsou and Bakugou

Request: Shinso, Kami, and Bakugou on a long trip/plane ride with their S/o? Happy holidays bb! - 🥐

I wish I could go on a trip. I need Christmas break to last longer, I’m not ready to go back to school and study for uni, I’m not emotionally capable. I hate it here.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: fluff

Kaminari Denki

-You have a mini fight about who gets to drive at first.

-You don’t trust him because he is dumb and bisexual and he believes that you’ll fall asleep ont he wheel cuz you stayed up until like 2 am the previous day downloading music and making playlists for the journey.

-He gets to drive the first shift and it goes relatively well.

-You get some extra sleep, he enjoys his time behind the wheel and boom you’re now at a gas station having brunch before hitting the road again.

-Karaoke driving.

-I think that’s all I have to say about your road trip with this guy.

-HE will ignore the playlists with the soft songs because he needs to vibe at first.

-Kills it with the Shakira impressions like you start wondering what would happen if he suddenly decides to follow a music career like Jiro.

-So many bathroom stops.

-Does this man have a prostate problem because damn.

-He can’t go for more than an hour without stopping to pee.

-The one time you ask to stop at a gas station for a bathroom break he suggests just stopping at the side of the road and you could pee there.

- “I do it so you can too.”

-Denki honey I don’t have a dick to wip out…...I need essentials.

-May or may not have taken the wrong exit at some point and you took a thirty minute detour.

-At least you got some nice photos out of it.

-Speaking of photos.

-Your camera roll will be filled with selfies, stupid videos of Kami hyping himself up at a red light.

-Races with other cars at said red lights.

-You fear for your life most of the time, grasping the door handle like your life depended on it because in reality it kinda did.

-You beg him to take over and drive for a little bit but he brushes you off.

- “You seem tired baby, let me drive for a bit.”

- “Nope I’m perfectly fine Y/N. Gonna get us to the hotel so fucking fast.”

- “Denki no-”

-He calms down after a while, and he lets you put on your soft playlist so you could both just vibe.

-His hand is resting on your thigh, giving it a few firm squeezes every now and then.

-He likes drumming the beat of the song on your skin.

-You start random conversations about anything and everything and if you’re being honest you love these types of moments.

-There are no villains to fight, no danger in the horizon *apart from his driving* and you get to enjoy the tranquility while enjoying the ride.

-Denki starts telling you about adopting a dog and you joke that he would be a horrible dog dad.

- “Maybe cats are better for you babe.”

-You are no longer heroes.

-You are just a couple going on a road trip, away from all your troubles and worries just you and him.

-You reach the hotel later than you expected though…..it was those damn bathroom breaks!!!

Shinsou Hitoshi

-The trip is spontaneous.

-You were both chillin in your apartment when he popped the question.

- “Wanna go on a trip? I’m bored.”

-You never expected him to pick a place this far away, you weren’t complaining though.

-Road trips with him are immaculate.

-He helps you pack your bags in no time, picking your favorite outfits out and placing them in your travel bags along with a bunch of snacks and a fluffy blanket.

-You hit the road in less than an hour.

-It’s still dark out when you start your trip and Hitoshi insists you take a nap, get your beauty sleep while he drives.

- “Don’t worry we won’t crash, I hope.”

-You do take a nap eventually but not for long and you wake up just in time to watch the sunrise with your boyfriend.

-He will pull over and take pictures with the sunrise as your background.

-He says he needs a new wallpaper on his phone and there’s an empty picture frame at his desk back at work.

-He needs to fill them somehow.

-Around noon he brings the fluffy blanket in the front seat, wrapping it around you so you can snuggle and possibly fall asleep again.

-In reality he wants to take more pictures of you with drool dripping down your chin for blackmail purposes but you will not yield !!!

-The trip is mainly filled with music and low humming coming from the both of you.

-Though when a love song that reminds him of you comes on he will lean over and grip your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze, a blush blooming on his cheeks.

-Makes many stops in spots that look great for photos or having an amazing view.

-Definitely has prepared a picnic basket and before you know it you are munching down on some sandwiches he made while your feet are dangling over a small cliff you happened to come across.

-Shares random facts about nature and animals with you.

-Shinsou strikes me as a guy who watches a lot of documentaries and animal planet shows, so he has obtained random information and now he is explaining the mating cycle of penguins.

-Would definitely prefer to sleep in the car and not rent a room.

-He wants to stay outside looking at the stars for as long as possible and then snuggle up with you in the driver's seat, your head against his chest and his hand buried in your hair.

-If you want to go to a hotel because you feel more comfortable, he won’t complain.

-As long as he gets to cuddle you anything is fine in his book.

-He puts on YOUR song while you are looking at the sky and invites you to dance with him.

-Wraps his arms around your waist and slowly sways you back and forth, following the rhythm of the song as he looks into your eyes.

-He loves capturing the moment so expect many photos to be taken and a bunch of videos of you two dancing.

-He has his crackhead moments though so you can expect to be shoved into the water if you’re near a lake or at the beach.

-He might draw a mustache on you while you sleep but don’t worry you get payback when he is asleep.

Bakugou Katsuki

-Whines while you back everything.

-And when I say whines I mean he grumbles under his breath about this stupid shirt that he can’t seem to fold correctly.

-Anyways once you hit the road he is more relaxed than usual.

-He keeps this tight, aggressive persona out in public you sometimes forget that this man, this amazing partner is also a pro hero who is known for his rough edges.

-Sure, his explosive behavior doesn’t disappear when he is with you but he is a lot tamer and calm around you.

-During the car ride he makes small talk with you, sharing random events from his patrols and stupid shit his “squad” have done while out in public.

-When he comes home every night he is just so tired that many details slip his mind as he recounts his day to you, seeing him right now a genuine smile gracing his lips as his only focus is the road in front of him really warms your heart.

-He becomes more affectionate.

-Hand gripping yours while he drives or his palm on your thigh, rubbing your soft skin as he hums along with the music.

-Even if he needs to switch gears he won’t let go.

-Surprisingly he is the type to put on an audio book after a while.

-Usually it's after your wedding song is over or soon after that.

-Your song is like a trigger and suddenly sophisticated Bakugou emerges asking you to pick an audiobook from his collection and put it on.

-Gets really invested in the story and pauses it every five minutes so you can discuss it.

- “She could have escaped through the window why the fuck did she let herself get caught?”

- “No Katsu!!! She needs to make sure the prince is alive!!”

- “That’s fucking dumb!”

-Let’s you take candid pictures of him and won’t complain when you coo over how pretty he looks with the sun behind him.

-Don’t worry he is plotting to fill his gallery of pics of you sleeping.

-When you actually fall asleep he will turn the radio down and hum softly under his breath.

-If it starts raining heavily he will pull over and wait for it to calm down a bit.

-My personal headcanon is that Katsuki has a car with a skylight *if that’s what its called* so he brings the seats down and you lay there admiring the rain falling onto the glass.

-He likes talking about more serious matters when you are like this.

-From your future to what pet your future kids could have.

-If you get cold while waiting for the rain to calm down, he has a blanket on the ready.

-He places you on his chest and drapes the blanket over you, enjoying your warmth and the filling of your pulse under his fingertips.

-Might get a little emotional if a slow song is playing.

-He is just too overwhelmed by his emotions at times like these, when he can hold you and feel the pure love and adoration flow between the two of you like water.

-I love you’s are exchanged and many kisses.

-When he starts driving again he is so refreshed, it’s like a completely different person.

-Gas station stops and bathroom breaks are a nightmare cuz he keeps hyping himself up in order to go into Bakugou public mode.

-You just want your Katsuki, the cuddly Katsuki.

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Stay By My Side

Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem Reader

A/N: Obanai please don’t come for me. She may be your wife, but a girl can dream, alright? As far as warnings go, there is some nudity, but like, no detail about it just chillin’ in the hotspring nothing explicit.

“Is that who I think it is?” Mitsuri giggled, jumping on the tips of her toes rapidly while watching a figure come up over a hill with someone on their back. “I think it is!” She clapped before rushing through the Swordsmith Village to meet the new arrival. “Thanks for the lift.” (Y/n) smiled and removed her blindfold as the Kakushi gently lowered her to the ground. “No prob-“ “(Y/n)! You made it!” Mitsuri made it down the steps in record time and tackled the other girl, nearly sending her to the ground and knocking the air out of her lungs with a bone crushing hug. “Mitsuri, hey!” Although the girl was straining to breathe, she hugged back with just as much force. Mitsuri and (Y/n) first met after their Final Selection when they were picking the ore for their nichirin blades. They had initially reached for the same one, which led to battle of politeness, insisting upon the other that they should take the material. Eventually a game of rock, paper, scissors decided that Mitsuri would take the ore, but she insisted on treating (Y/n) to meal afterwards and they had been friends ever since. Unfortunately, they had grown apart after Mitsuri had became Rengoku’s Tsuguko and then quickly rose through the ranks until she became a full fledged Pillar herself. (Y/n) herself was at rank Hinoe, so she was doing pretty well for herself as well. (Y/n) and Mitsuri still wrote each other and occasionally met up when they would be in the same area for missions, but those meet ups were always much too short for Mitsuri’s liking. Which is why when (Y/n) wrote that she needed to go to the Swordsmith Village for maintenance on her blade, Mitsuri couldn’t have been more excited and since her blade was in need of some maintenance as well, she made plans to meet (Y/n) there. So, that’s how they got here, wrapped in each other’s arms. Mitsuri was so excited she raised (Y/n) a few inches off of the ground and spun her around a bit until they were both breathless from laughing.

“Ahem,” The young women turned in each other’s arms and looked up sheepishly at the Kakushi that they had completely forgotten about upon their reunion. “Someone will return for your pickup a week from today, (L/n)-san. Make sure you are prepared before then,” The Kakushi informed. “Alright, I will. Thank you.” (Y/n) nodded. The Kakushi waved a farewell before disappearing back in the woods, leaving the girls alone. “I’m so excited to see you!” Mitsuri cheered, her tone a bit shrill. Nevertheless, (Y/n) laughed as she parted from the Hashira’s grasp. “Really? I couldn’t tell.” “Hmph!” Mitsuri pouted, lightly shoving (Y/n) away. “What about you, huh? Did you miss me, did you miss me?” “Of course I’ve missed you! I’ve been looking forward to this ever since you told me you would be coming here too.” (Y/n) cheerfully replied. “Awww, you’re too sweet!” Mitsuri blushed. “So, wanna grab lunch? I’ll buy.” “Wahhh no fair, I was gonna treat you!” Mitsuri whined, pouting cutely. “I’ll be here all week, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to try again. How about you? How long will it take for your blade to be back in fighting shape?” “A little less than two weeks. My swordsmith wants to test out some new modifications so it’ll take a bit longer.” “Ooo, I’d like to see what they come up with if they finish before I leave. It sounds exciting.” “Sure, I’d be happy to show you. That won’t be for a while though, we have a whole week ahead of us and I recall someone saying something about lunch?” Mitsuri smiled, cheekily. “Wow, you sure changed your tune quick,” (Y/n) joked. “Do you have a place in mind or do you want to wander?” “I know a great place! You’ll love it!” Mitsuri cheered. She grabbed (Y/n) by the sleeve and tugged her up the steps Mitsuri had descended just a few minutes ago. She pulled (Y/n) through the bustling village, both girls waving at every friendly, masked face they passed. Soon they entered a small shop, the owner of which, greeted Mitsuri like an old friend. “Battle stations everyone, Kanroji-sama is here!” The old man chuckled joyously. “Oh, um, you don’t have to make so much. I’ll be having a light lunch today.” Mitsuri informed, looking a bit bashful as her eyes shifted around the small room. “Nonsense,” (Y/n) interjected. “Eat as much as you’d like Mitsuri. I may not be a Hashira, but I still earn a decent amount of money as a Hinoe. I can afford to pay for you to have a satisfying lunch.” “(Y/n)-“ “Is something on your mind?” (Y/n) questioned, sitting at the low table the masked man gestured to. “We’ve eaten together on numerous occasions, it isn’t like you to say something like that.” “You’re right, I don’t know why... it just sort of... slipped out.” Mitsuri blushed and kept her eyes trained on her hands as she messed with the fabric of her skirt. (Y/n) frowned, concern laced through her features before speaking again, “Hey,” Mitsuri jolted a bit as (Y/n) poked at her forehead from across the table, “You don’t need to put on a front for me. I like you just the way you are and I wouldn’t have it any other way. No matter how much time passes between our meetings, that will never change, got it?” (Y/n) offered a smile that Mitsuri timidly returned. “Thank you, (Y/n). I guess it’s just been so long since I last saw you in person. I think you were still a Tsuchinoe back then. I guess I was just worried you’d grown tired of me,” Mitsuri confessed. “No way!” (Y/n) rose her voice, sheepishly looking about the small restaurant before returning her gaze to Mitsuri, speaking more quietly, “If anything, I don’t know why you still bother with me. I mean, you climbed the ranks so fast. You became a Tsuguko, then you became a Hashira not much longer after that. Meanwhile I’m just - you know?” (Y/n) gestured vaguely, “Ugh, I don’t even want to talk about how long it took me just to go up one rank from Hinoto to Hinoe. The point is, you’re super strong and talented as well as kind, fun, and just all around a good person. Anyone who decides to pick you apart based on appearance or habits is just not worth your time.” “Aw, (Y/n), I’d still hang out with you even if you were still a Mizunoto! I don’t think rank matters that much at all!” Mitsuri smiled, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “Is that all you got from that?” (Y/n) let out a breath of laughter, “Just order what you want, okay? I think they’re getting a bit antsy in the kitchen.” “Right,” Mitsuri grinned, “I’ll take two beef udon, two ramen, and some tempura and rice, please!” She yelled enthusiastically. “I’ll have curry and rice, please!” (Y/n) waved with a smile of her own. With that taken care of, Mitsuri was pretty much back to her usual chipper self. She and (Y/n) caught up, talking about missions and random anecdotes that never made it into any of their correspondences. They happily ate their food when it arrived and (Y/n) paid for the meal after they had finished. “Gods, I think I’m going to explode,” (Y/n) groaned while holding her stomach. “Don’t be so over dramatic,” Mitsuri laughed, good naturedly, “I only offered you some of my dessert, you could have said no if you were full.” “But it looked so good.” (Y/n) sighed, “And it was. Really, really good.” “Sounds like you need some rest. We can head to the inn and relax a bit,” Mitsuri suggested. “Oh right, the inn! I still need to get a room,” (Y/n) remarked, giving Mitsuri a double take. “Why are you suddenly so bouncy?” Sure enough, Mitsuri was bouncing on her toes, seemingly really excited about something and when she spoke up, (Y/n) almost didn’t understand what she was saying as she talked super fast and excitedly. “You don’t need to do that because I requested a room we can share!” “Really?” “Yeah! I wanted to maximize our time together, make it really efficient!” (Y/n) laughed, “Wow, how do you get along without me at all if when we’re together we’re basically attached at the hip?” “I read over past letters you’ve written me and think about where you might be and how you are doing,” Mitsuri answered, candidly. “You, my friend, are the sweet one,” (Y/n) smiled, a faint blush crawled up her skin. “Well, no point standing around, lead the way!” She said, playfully poking the Hashira’s side and making her squirm and giggle. Mitsuri led (Y/n) to the small inn near the hot spring and checked them in. She enthusiastically showed (Y/n) the room they’d be sharing and showed her the back door that led to a small deck and a private section of the hot spring. “Isn’t this great?” Mitsuri clapped, “It’s like a vacation!” “This is very nice, this is going to be a fun week,” (Y/n) agreed. They pushed their bed rolls together and lazed around a bit, digesting their meal and continued talking about whatever came to mind. A lull in the conversation made Mitsuri turn in her side to observe (Y/n) who had fallen asleep. She nearly cried she thought it was so cute. She swallowed down any sweet exclamations that threatened to spill out of her mouth and simply smiled at the sleeping girl at her side. Mitsuri reached out and tentatively combed her fingers through (Y/n)’s hair. It was still hard for her to believe that they were together again. It had been nearly seven months since they last met face to face and Mitsuri took this moment to really study (Y/n). (Y/n) appeared a bit taller, more muscular and her hands were callused and a few scars were scattered over her arms and hands. Her face had lost some of its baby fat and she appeared more mature. “What are you looking at?” Mitsuri jolted her hand away and blushed madly. “Ahh!” She squeaked. (Y/n) looked over at Mitsuri with drowsy eyes filled with warmth and laughed, “Sorry, I kind of fell asleep there. You must’ve been bored,” “Not at all. It was nice to just relax for a bit. I was actually just thinking about how much you’ve grown since the last time I saw you.” “Hm? Do I really look any different?” “Mhmm. Just a bit, I can tell you’ve been working hard.” “Of course I’ve been working hard. How else am I gonna catch up with you, silly.” (Y/n) grinned. “You aren’t exactly the same girl from the Final Selection yourself.” “Really? How so?” “You were strong before, but now your muscles are more defined. You’re a bit taller too and then of course there’s your hair. I remember when it was still black!” “Do you think it looked better dyed black?” Mitsuri mumbled. “No, you looked cute with black hair, but I think your hair suits you as it is now. I think it’s beautiful.” “You mean it?” “Yeah, I really like your hair,” (Y/n) reached out and stroked the fringe out of Mitsuri’s face. “What else do you want to do today, Mitsuri?” “Hmm?” Mitsuri had been temporarily distracted by the gentle strokes moving her hair, but she quickly shook her head and regained her bearings. “Oh! Yeah, we could go for a walk around the village, see what there is to see. Then I’m paying for dinner and you can’t stop me!” Mitsuri grinned triumphantly. “Alright, you win this round,” (Y/n) hummed and sat up. “You ready to go right now?” “Yeah! Then when we come back we can hop in the hot spring. I can’t wait!” “Ha, yeah, can’t wait...” (Y/n) looked away and scratched the back of her neck nervously. Before Mitsuri could comment on the change in behavior, (Y/n) shot up into a standing position and gave Mitsuri the most sincere smile she could muster. “Let’s get going, we’re burning daylight!”

*** Mitsuri showed (Y/n) all around the village and introduced her to all her favorite spots. They occasionally stopped to rest or look into certain shops and watched masked men and women practice their craft. Eventually Mitsuri led (Y/n) to a restaurant with outdoor seating and they happily enjoyed the sweet breeze while also eating a delicious meal. After Mitsuri had paid, they slowly made their way back to the inn as the sun sank lower in the sky. “Woo! Today was so much fun! I can’t wait to get in the water.” Mitsuri grinned, already dragging (Y/n) toward the bath to rinse off before getting in the hot spring. “Um, you go on ahead, I’ll meet you out there. I wanted to uh, check on something quick.” (Y/n) stumbled over her words. “Oh, okay. I’ll see you out there I guess.” Mitsuri tilted her head and watched (Y/n) disappear down the hall before turning back to the bath. Mitsuri washed off and wrapped a towel around herself before returning to the main room. Still no sign of (Y/n). Mitsuri frowned, her eyes mirroring the concern she felt, but shrugged it off and headed into the hot spring. She dropped her towel on a rock at the side of the water and melted into the steam as she stepped in. She sat with her head resting on top of her arms on the edge of the rocks and sighed pleasantly. “Sorry I took so long.” Mitsuri glanced up and smiled lazily at (Y/n) who had just emerged from the doorway in a fluffy towel of her own. “What did you need to do that was so important, (Y/n)?” “Ahhh, just looking around the inn. Looking to see what’s up.” (Y/n) answered and sat on the pool edge, her towel still tightly wrapped around her. “Aren’t you going to get in?” Mitsuri asked, propping up her head with one hand. “I think I’ll just hang out here. It’s just really warm and I don’t want to get dizzy.” (Y/n) replied. “That’s no fun, you should get in for a few minutes at least,” Mitsuri said, gliding over to the other demon slayer. “Come on, I’ll catch you if you faint.” She singsonged. “My hero,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes. “I’m fine right here, really.” “Aww, that’s a shame,” Mitsuri moved to be right at (Y/n)’s side. “I’m just so lonely in here. I was hoping you’d join me.” “What a drama queen,” (Y/n) huffed. “I’m literally right next to you.” “True... but you could always be closer!” Mitsuri laughed as she pounced on the other girl, scooping her up in her arms and dunking her in the water. (Y/n) was submerged in the water and kicked off the bottom and spluttered for air due to the surprise attack. “Oh my gods, (Y/n)! What happened?” Mitsuri gasped and rushed forward in the waist deep water. “Don’t play innocent with me, you literally just threw me in. And it is really hot in here!” (Y/n) scoffed, a smile tugging at her lips. The smile soon fell however, as Mitsuri’s hand delicately brushed against her now bare side. (Y/n)’s face morphed into one that held a bit of fear and apprehension as she realized she had let go of her towel when Mitsuri had thrown her in. “(Y/n), this scar tissue stretches from your ribs all the way to your hip! How did this happen? Why hadn’t you told me about this?” Mitsuri was almost in tears as she inspected the mark that no doubt came from a very serious injury. “I didn’t want you to worry,” (Y/n) replied softly. “You remember six months ago when I wasn’t writing as often? Well, I was on a mission to defeat a demon that had been snatching children from a mountain village. The reports suggested there was only one demon responsible, but there were two. I killed one, then the other caught me off guard and attacked me from behind. By then it was nearly sunrise so the demon ran off. Another slayer happened to find me and rushed me to a wisteria house for medical attention and well, then the rest is history,” (Y/n) recounted her mission, hyper aware of the fingers that lingered on her scarred skin. “Why didn’t you tell me? Or ask someone to find me? You could have died!” Mitsuri cried. “It’s not exactly an easy thing to write about. I thought I’d tell you when we met face to face again, but then weeks turned to months and I felt that too much time had passed. So I tried to hide it, I’m sorry.” “You don’t have anything to be apologizing for!” Mitsuri wrapped her friend in a strong embrace and rested her tear stained face on (Y/n)‘s shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re alright. You are alright, right?” “Yeah, up and moving again within three months of recovery training. I’m pretty much as good as new,” (Y/n) informed, then cleared her throat. “It is really hot in here though, and as much as I enjoy your hugs, I’m getting a bit light headed.” “Really? Let’s get out then!” Mitsuri panicked a bit before picking up (Y/n) again and trudged over to the edge of the hot spring and set her down briefly before quickly exiting the pool herself and reaching for (Y/n) again. “Mitsuri, I can get back into the room myself. You don’t have to carry me,” (Y/n) said, pushing herself to stand on her feet. “I know I kinda caught you off guard with this nasty scar, but I’m really fine.” “You’re right, it’s just- I feel kind of helpless, you know? Like, I know what happened has long since passed, but I wish I could have been there for you.” “Mitsuri, it’s okay, really. Besides, we’re demon slayers these things tend to happen, and you’re a Hashira, you can’t just drop whatever you’re doing to check up on me,” (Y/n) reasoned, wrapping a fresh towel around herself and offering another to Mitsuri. “It’s just not fair. I don’t know what I’d do if you had... If you were gone,” Mitsuri accepted the towel and used it to dry her eyes rather than cover herself. “Come on, let’s get some clothes on and see if we can get you some snacks. Sound good?” Mitsuri sniffled and nodded her head, following (Y/n) inside. The girls got dressed in silence, any cheer from before seemed to have disappeared. They managed to snag some onigiri from the kitchen, but even when they returned to the room to eat, the mood was still somber and any attempts at conversation died rather quickly. “Mitsuri, please don’t let me being a reckless idiot ruin this break for you. Please stop thinking about what could have been and see that I’m right here with you, I’m okay, you don’t need to be worried about me,” (Y/n) spoke, taking one of Mitsuri’s hands in hers. “I hate it when you’re sad more than anything so please, stop making that face.” “What face?” Mitsuri sniffled, wiping her free hand over her eyes and discovering wetness from fresh tears, “Oh, never mind. I’ve got the idea now.” “What can I do to make you feel better?” (Y/n) asked, tenderly rubbing Mitsuri’s knuckles with a calloused thumb. “What can I do to make you smile again?” “Can you- Could we cuddle tonight? Like we used to when we still got to go on missions together?” Mitsuri asked, timidly. “Sure,” (Y/n) smiled, warmly. “I’m pretty tired anyway. Are you ready for bed now?” Mitsuri nodded, a small smile tugged at her lips as she followed (Y/n) over to the bed rolls after most of the lamps had been extinguished. (Y/n) laid down and spread her arms wide as an invitation that Mitsuri eagerly accepted. She snuggled into the crook of (Y/n)’s neck and wrapped one arm around (Y/n) while the other rested securely between their bodies. She breathed in the familiar scent and her smile grew a fraction wider as (Y/n)’s fingers ran through her loose hair that hung off Mitsuri’s back like an extra blanket, a comforting gesture that calmed her immensely. “Feeling better?” “Mhmm.” “I’m glad. But I think you could be happier.” Mitsuri giggled as the fingers attacked her sides and instead of moving to escape their assault, she wiggled closer to (Y/n) and smiled into her collarbone. Once the fingers resumed stroking her hair, Mitsuri found it harder to keep her eyes open and they eventually shifted close, and she fell into a deep sleep.

*** The rest of the week moved much too quickly for Mitsuri. She was having so much fun with (Y/n) that she never wanted to leave. She had come to think of the hidden village as a haven of safety and every time she saw (Y/n)’s scar, she was reminded of the dangers that lurked just beyond the wisteria blooms. On the sixth day, Mitsuri accompanied (Y/n) on her visit to see her swordsmith and test the quality of her nichirin blade. Mitsuri watched with bated breath as (Y/n) scrutinized the blade and swung it around. Mitsuri found herself hoping that the swordsmith made an error that would require another week to fix, something that would mean (Y/n) wouldn’t have to leave tomorrow. She had to stop herself from physically deflating when (Y/n) smiled and her eyes sparkled with appreciation for the swordsmith’s work. “It’s as good as new, if not better! You really did an amazing job, thank you!” (Y/n) praised the swordsmith. “I’m glad you find it satisfactory. Thank you for your kind words.” The swordsmith mumbled, Mitsuri was sure that if she removed her mask, the smith would be positively red from the praise. “Mitsuri, look at this! Isn’t it awesome?” (Y/n) presented the (f/c) blade to the Love Hashira and Mitsuri had to admit, it looked really good. “Yes, it looks wonderful.” Mitsuri said, a tight smile formed over her lips. “You keep on going like this, and I’m sure you’ll be maintaining blades for Hashira in no time!” She addressed the swordsmith. The masked woman spluttered her gratitude over the statement then quickly made an excuse to leave, absolutely over the moon from being praised by a Hashira. “Looks like I’ll be leaving tomorrow as planned. Too bad, I wanted to see what your swordsmith was doing with your blade,” (Y/n) sighed. “Well, at least we got to spend a whole week together. I had a really good time.” “Me too,” Mitsuri answered, simply. She didn’t quite trust herself to not burst into tears at that moment so she didn’t say more. “Care for a walk?” (Y/n) smiled, sliding her blade into the scabbard on her hip. “Mhmm,” Mitsuri grasped (Y/n)’s hand tightly and steered her into the woods and they followed the scenic path together. “Mitsuri, this has been really nice,” (Y/n) gave a relaxed sigh. “Makes me kind of wish I didn’t have to leave.” “Maybe you don’t,” Mitsuri whispered, tightening her grip over (Y/n)’s hand. “Just stay here with me, they can’t make you leave.” “As much as I would love that, I need to get back out in the field. I need to get out there and help people. I can’t do that if I’m here, besides, I don’t want to be holding up traffic by overstaying my welcome.” Mitsuri had stopped moving, causing (Y/n) to stop as well and observe the Hashira closely. “Oh no, Mitsuri, don’t be sad. I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon!” “You don’t know that!” Mitsuri yelled, surprising herself and (Y/n) with her volume. “Before this week, the last time we met face to face was seven months ago. Then I just learned about this,” Mitsuri pressed her hand over (Y/n)’s waist where just under her uniform the scar marred her skin, “You could have died and the only way I’d know, would be because I wouldn’t get anymore letters from you. It would have been like you just disappeared off the face of the planet.” “Mitsuri, I’m sorry I scared you, but it’s just not practical. You know how dangerous our line of work is. I worry about you a lot too, you face much stronger demons than I do, so I just wish for your safety and hope that I’ll catch up to you one day so we can work together again. I can’t do that if I stay a Hinoe forever.” “I want to work together too! To have each other’s backs like when we were Mizunoto.” “Then you have to let me go,” (Y/n) smiled, a bittersweet smile. “Come on, let’s go get dinner, I’ll even let you pay for it.” Mitsuri laughed and wiped at the corners of her eyes. “Yeah, alright.” Dinner was somber. After they ate they headed back to the inn and relaxed in the hot spring, Mitsuri discreetly stared at (Y/n)’s scar as she eased into the water. “(Y/n)?” Mitsuri whispered. “Yes?” “Can we cuddle tonight?” “We’ve kind of been cuddling every night, so yeah, we can cuddle,” (Y/n) laughed. Mitsuri jumped out of the water and draped her towel over her shoulders . “Let’s go then!” “Already? We’ve only just got in,” (Y/n) said, getting out of the water anyway. “I want to get all I can get. I wanted to make the most of our time together, remember?” “Yeah, okay, I’m coming! You don’t need to push,” (Y/n) laughed as Mitsuri guided her back into their room. The girls put on their yukatas and snuggled up to each other, Mitsuri held tight and found sleep despite the emotions swirling within her, but not before a plan started to form in her brain.

*** “(L/n)-san, are you ready to go?” The Kakushi guide asked as (Y/n) came within hearing distance. “As ready as I’ll ever be...” (Y/n) forced a smile. When she had woken this morning, Mitsuri was nowhere to be found. (Y/n) assumed something came up with her blade and she had to go check on it which was fine, but she had hoped that Mitsuri would have at least been able to see her off. As soon as the Kakushi finished tying the blind fold over her eyes, a familiar voice could be heard yelling in the distance. “Wait, wait, wait! Don’t leave yet, please!” (Y/n) turned her head in the direction of the voice and grinned. “Mitsuri, is that you? Where were you this morning?” “Sorry, I had an important letter to send to Oyakata-sama!” Mitsuri huffed as she closed the distance and grabbed onto (Y/n)’s shoulders as she attempted to catch her breath. “I’m so glad I caught you in time!” “I don’t mean to be rude Kanroji-sama, but we really must be going now.” The Kakushi informed. “Um, actually, you’re services are no longer necessary. (Y/n) will be staying here with me until my blade has been finished,” Mitsuri said. “I don’t understand,” the Kakushi’s eyes narrowed. “(L/n)-san must leave today. Her blade has been repaired, there is no reason for her to stay here any longer.” “Mitsuri, what’s going on?” (Y/n) removed the blindfold and gave the Hashira a questioning look. “I’m scouting you!” Mitsuri’s eyes gleamed. “I’m recruiting you to be my Tsuguko!” “Your what!?” (Y/n) looked and the bouncing girl before her absolutely dumbfounded. “What do you think? I mean, I guess I should have asked you first before informing the Master, but I thought about it last night and I was just too excited to wait for you to wake up,” Mitsuri spoke excitedly. “Isn’t this great? This way you’ll always be by my side until you become a Hashira yourself!” “Mitsuri, I don’t know what to say...” (Y/n) rubbed the back of her neck. “Are you sure you want to do this? I may be a competent demon slayer, but I’m nowhere near good enough that you should be taking me on as a Tsuguko.” “Is she your Tsuguko or not, Kanroji-sama? I have a schedule to keep,” the Kakushi asked, losing patience. “What do you say, (Y/n)?” Mitsuri held (Y/n)’s hands in her own. “Will you stay by my side and take me as your mentor?” (Y/n) looked down at their connected hands and closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She looked back up at Mitsuri and smiled. “I’d be honored.” “Is- is that a yes?” Mitsuri squeaked, positively vibrating with hope. “It’s a yes-!” Mitsuri picked (Y/n) up just as she released the last word and spun her around, cheering loudly. Then she turned to the Kakushi with (Y/n) still in her arms. “Sorry for the inconvenience, my blade is still with my smith and as my Tsuguko, (Y/n) must remain here with me until it is completed.” “Understood, Kanroji-sama,” and with that, the Kakushi jumped out of sight, seemingly a bit miffed off. “I can’t believe you did this,” (Y/n) said, still baffled. “I’m going to be training under you, the Love Hashira. This is insane!” “Insane in a good way?” Mitsuri asked, timidly. “You know what? I think so,” (Y/n) booped Mitsuri’s nose, eliciting a giggle from her. “You can put me down now.” “Hmm? Oh, right,” Mitsuri gave a chagrined laugh. “So what’s the plan, Kanroji-sama? Master?” (Y/n) smirked as Mitsuri’s face bloomed red. “Please just call me Mitsuri, it’s too weird to hear you call me either of those names,” Mitsuri squeaked, her voice slightly muffled by her hands as they attempted to cover the burning blush settling in her cheeks. “Let’s start with food since I missed breakfast to write that letter to Oyakata-sama,” she added, just after a loud growl came from her stomach. “Sure thing, Master!” (Y/n) grinned, cheekily. “Stop that!”

*** When the time finally came to leave the Swordsmith Village, the Love Hashira and her Tsuguko left together and she could not have been happier. Despite being blindfolded, she craned her head in the direction of (Y/n)’s voice as she recounted her lessons from their training sessions in the village. Now that both of their blades were in perfect condition, the real training could begin once they returned to Mitsuri’s Estate. They were already on to the fourth change of guides and would soon be left to their own devices. To say Mitsuri was excited was an understatement. “Kanroji-sama, could you please refrain from wiggling so much? I’m worried I’ll lose balance,” The concerned Kakushi spoke, adjusting their hold on the Love Hashira. “Sorry!” Mitsuri apologized and quelled the wiggliness in her limbs to a mild jittering. “Sensei, what are we going to do once we get back?” (Y/n) called from the back of another Kakushi. “It depends on if a mission comes up. I was hoping to start with some breathing and sparring practice... and don’t call me sensei!” Mitsuri shot an accusatory finger in the direction she believed (Y/n) to be in. She was a little off, but it didn’t really matter since (Y/n) wouldn’t have been able to see it anyway. “Kanroji-sama, please stop moving so much!” The exasperated Kakaushi asked once again. “Sorry!” About twenty minutes later, they were dropped off near the edge of the forest and they thanked the Kakushi as they disappeared back into the trees. Mitsuri tested (Y/n)’s memory on the Love breathing techniques as they continued walking on their own feet in the direction of Mitsuri’s home. Once Mitsuri was sure (Y/n) would remember the names and purposes of the techniques, they switched over to more general conversation. “I’m so excited! We’re going to live together, and eat together, train together, go on missions together, bathe together, sleep together-“ “Mitsuri, do you ever think that maybe we spend too much time together?” (Y/n) simpered. Mitsuri thought for a second before shaking her head resolutely, “Nope. I don’t think I could ever spend too much time with you.” “I feel the same,” (Y/n) said softly, heat blooming over her face and chest. “What the hell is this?” The two women jolted and snapped their gaze to a low lying tree. Upon one of the branches sat Obanai, who was observing the interaction with calculating eyes. “Iguro-san, hi!” Mitsuri waved. “What brings you here? Oh! You are not going to believe this! This is (Y/n), you know, the friend I’m always writing to? She’s my Tsuguko now!” Obanai slid silently to the ground and observed (Y/n) closely. The intensity of his gaze making (Y/n) sweat. “Um, it’s an honor to meet you Iguro-sama. Mitsuri spoke very highly of you in her letters,” (Y/n) said with a bow. His eyes seemed to light up at that, but his words were still standoffish and cold. “Yeah, when she gets letters from you she goes on and on about you for days. Now that I’ve finally met you, I don’t see what the big deal is,” he said nonchalantly. “Iguro-san, that’s so rude!” Mitsuri gasped, giving her shell shocked friend a hug as Obanai shrugged indifferently. “Anyway, I came by because I figured you’d forget about the Pillar meeting we are supposed to be having today,” Obanai said, not sparing (Y/n) a second thought. “Oh shoot, I forgot!” Mitsuri suddenly yelled. “There’s still time, but we have to run! (Y/n)!” The girl in question jumped as Mitsuri’s face moved to be only centimeters away from her own. “Make yourself at home and uh, practice Love Breathing stances or something!” “But you haven’t taught me the stances yet?” (Y/n) said, rubbing the back of her neck. “Right! Well, just remember what I’ve already told you and yeah, I’m sure you’ll figure it out! Gotta run, be back later!” (Y/n) stood with her mouth slightly agape as the Love and Serpent Hashira ran out of sight. “What the hell just happened?”

*** “Iguro, forgive me if this is a bit presumptuous of me, but did someone shit in your breakfast this morning? Because you seem more surly than normal today.” Tengen asked as he heard the Serpent Hashira sigh bitterly for the umpteenth time as they waited for the Master to appear. “I said I was sorry, Iguro-san! I didn’t mean to hit you that hard. I just couldn’t believe you’d talk to (Y/n) like that!” Mitsuri apologized for the umpteenth time, the only difference being that it was the first time she had done it since they had gotten to the garden and some of the other Hashira took interest. “(Y/n)? Isn’t that the friend you’re always writing to, they’re here?” Shinobu asked. “Yes! Oh you’ll love her Shinobu, I can’t wait for you to meet her. She’s my Tsuguko now so you’ll have plenty of opportunities!” Mitsuri informed excitedly, as Obanai continued to sulk. “A Tsuguko! How grand!” Kyojuro exclaimed, loudly. “It was not long ago when I took you under my wing. I’m sure you’ll soon realize how rewarding it is to be on the mentor side of things! I couldn’t be more proud!” “Thank you, Rengoku-san!” Mitsuri blushed and smiled proudly. “When did you have time to execute this?” Shinobu asked. “Didn’t you just get back from the Swordsmith Village?” “Oh, (Y/n) was at the village too. We spent the whole first week together and then (Y/n)’s sword was done so she was going to have to leave and I kind of panicked and wrote a letter to Oyakata-sama so (Y/n) would be my Tsuguko and not have to leave my side!” Mitsuri explained, speaking animatedly. “Ah, I see,” Shinobu smiled knowingly, a teasing gleam in her eye. “She must be very special, yes? Tell me, how much of your decision was based on skill versus desire?” “D-desire? Desire for what? And skill! (Y/n) is super skilled, she’s already memorized the Love Breathing forms and their purposes, she just needs to put them in motion and she’ll be a Pillar in no time!” Mitsuri replied. “Nah, I think Kochou’s got a point. You tend to fawn over every letter that girl gives you and hang on to every word. I think you’re judgement might’ve been clouded over by your feelings for this girl,” Tengen commented. “What!” Mitsuri’s face heated up. “Come on, do you guys really think I’d choose (Y/n) as my Tsuguko just because we’re friends?” Of the Pillars that were engaged in the conversation, all nodded in agreement except for Obanai. “Friends?” He scoffed. “I may not have many friends-“ “Still have more than Tomioka-san,” Shinobu interrupted, waving over at Giyuu as he stared at her blankly from across the garden. “Anyway,” Obanai continued, “I may not have many friends but even I know people don’t say the kind of lovey dovey crap you were spouting to their friends.” “Ooo, do tell Iguro-san, just what did you hear,” Shinobu smiled as Mitsuri squirmed. “She was basically talking about how they’re going to spend every waking moment together and even all the time in the world wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her need to be together,” Obanai said, his tone was cold but his eyes held mischief. Sure he was disappointed with where Mitsuri’s affections laid, but he had known about (Y/n) for nearly as long as he new Mitsuri and knew he never really had a chance. Right now he just wanted revenge for that punch because his back still hurt like hell. “I never said that!” Mitsuri spluttered. “You’re totally blowing this out of proportion! All I said was how excited I was to be living with her and how I didn’t think we could ever spend too much time together!” “That’s nearly the same as what Iguro-san said!” Kyojuro stated. “But don’t worry, I trust in your decision making abilities, I’m sure you’re girlfriend is a fine demon slayer worthy of your teachings!” “(Y/n) isn’t my girlfriend!” Mitsuri squeaked, her skin felt like it was positively on fire and her heart was beating impossibly fast. “She kind of is, unofficially of course,” Shinobu said, offering Mitsuri a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat from the poor girl. “We’ve all heard you talk about her and how you covet every letter and, well, we’ve kind of read some of them so we know that she really likes you as well.” “You people have been reading my mail!?” Mitsuri yelled. “Eh, it’s kind of hard not to when you leave the letters out in the open,” Tengen shrugged. “Will you all just shut up already! The Master will be here any second and I’m tired of listening to this shit excuse of a conversation! You can sort out your love life at home, Kanroji,” Sanemi growled. Tengen scoffed and Obanai rolled his eyes. Kyojuro continued to smile as he stared into the distance and Shinobu offered a sympathetic pat to Mitsuri’s shoulder before focusing her attention toward the engawa. Mitsuri wasn’t the first to greet the Master when he arrived, she barely registered that he had entered at all. In fact, she hardly paid attention at all during the meeting as her mind raced to process everything that had just occurred and as all the pieces came together she could only repeat the same sentence to herself over and over. Oh my gods, I’m in love with (Y/n)!

***

Once the Master retired to his room and the meeting concluded, Shinobu tugged on Mitsuri’s haori to bring the girl back to reality. “The meeting is over, Mitsuri. We can go home how,” Shinobu smiled when Mitsuri jolted at the unexpected contact. “Oh, cool,” Mitsuri mumbled, wringing her hands nervously. “I certainly hope we haven’t said anything to cause you distress, just keep being yourself Mitsuri, you aren’t going to scare her away by sharing your feelings,” Shinobu reassured. “And if she hurts your feelings in any way you tell me and I’ll take care of it,” Obanai added. “What do you mean by ‘take care of it’?” Mitsuri asked. “Don’t worry about it,” Obanai replied cryptically. “Let the flame in your heart run wild, Kanroji!” Kyojuro cheered. “I’ve got three wives, how hard could it be for someone as flamboyant as you to get one as well?” Tengen said. “Okay! I’m gonna go for it!” Mitsuri shot up and ran to jump over the top of the fence. “Kanroji, be careful.” Obanai chided as she nearly slipped off the ledge. “No time to waste! I need to hurry before I lose my nerve!” Mitsuri called over her shoulder as she ran all the way back home. When Mitsuri got back, she was sweating profusely and breathing heavily. She gave herself a few minutes to catch her breath before looking around the grounds for (Y/n). She finally found her stretching under a tree and she stood watching (Y/n) from a distance. Mitsuri’s heart began beating nearly as hard as it had when she ran home. Her hands trembled and her face grew hot and she nearly decided to back out of her confession, but she took a deep breath and approached (Y/n) to tell her how she felt. As her footsteps neared, (Y/n) swiveled her head, craning it upwards as she stretched. “Mitsuri! Welcome back!” (Y/n) called, her smile making Mitsuri’s heart feel like it was going to explode. “Can you help me stretch a bit further?” “Yes, sure!” Mitsuri squeaked. She knelt behind (Y/n) and pushed her back forward so her stomach was nearly even with the ground. Mitsuri held (Y/n) in position for a few moments then let up, allowing (Y/n) to return to a sitting position. “I don’t think we thought this through very well,” (Y/n) sighed, catching Mitsuri by surprise. “What do you mean?” “Love Breathing was developed by you to maximize the use of your flexibility and strength. Even your whip-like blade is important to your style and how every move is carried out. What I’m trying to say is, I don’t think it’s possible for me to properly execute Love Breathing,” (Y/n) explained with a frown. “I’m afraid I won’t make a very good Successor for you Mitsuri.” “That’s not true!” Mitsuri interjected. “I mean, yeah, Love Breathing compliments my skills, but you can still learn something from it. I learned Flame Breathing from Rengoku-san, I don’t really use it anymore, but it heavily influenced my fighting style. We just need to enhance your skills and you can develop a Breath of your own!” Mitsuri encouraged. “I don’t know, Mitsuri...” “You can do it! I know you can because you’re smart, strong, and dedicated and those are just three of the many things I love about you!” Mitsuri said, grasping the sleeve of (Y/n)’s uniform and blushing furiously. “Mitsuri, you’re too good to me,” (Y/n) smiled, placing her hand over Mitsuri’s, nearly sending the pink haired girl to the other side because of the gentle, yet firm contact. “Well, how does pancakes sound for dinner? I was going to see if you had the ingredients but I got lost in there and didn’t know where anything was.” “Pancakes sounds awesome! Great! Can’t wait to make them!” Mitsuri babbled paying more attention to their still connected hands as they walked toward the house. “Are you okay, Mitsuri? You look hot.” “H-hot?!” Mitsuri squeaked. “Yeah, your face is all red and your palm is sweaty. You aren’t getting sick, are you?” “No! I, um, I just realized something and uh, I was going to do something about it, then I didn’t do it right away and now I don’t know if I can do it and-“ “Mitsuri,” (Y/n) faced the Hashira and held Mitsuri by the arms. “What is it, what’s wrong? Whatever it is I’ll help you.” “It’s not that simple,” Mitsuri mumbled flicking her eyes to look anywhere besides (Y/n)’s own eyes. “Okay, just start by saying what the problem is and we can figure it out from there. We can take baby steps.” “The problem is what it is! If I say it, that’s it, there will be nothing left to do!” Mitsuri whined. “Then you should say it!” (Y/n) laughed in spite of the situation. “What’s the worst that could happen?” “You’d hate me,” Mitsuri replied, tears began spilling from her pastel green eyes. “You’d hate me and never want to see me again!” “Mitsuri, I could never hate you!” (Y/n) said, emphatically. She raised a hand up to catch the tears that broke free from Mitsuri’s eyes. “What? Did you change your mind about the whole Tsuguko thing? That’s okay! I’d never resent you for that it’s a lot of work after all and you already do so much-“ “I’m in love with you!” Mitsuri cut (Y/n) off, her eyes filled with a fragile hope as she scanned over (Y/n)’s face for her reaction. “You are?” (Y/n) asked, her expression one of surprise and awe. Mitsuri tried to speak, but her throat was suddenly dry so she settled on furiously nodding her head. Then she gasped as (Y/n) pulled her close to her chest in a tight embrace. “I love you too,” (Y/n) said, smiling brightly. “You do? Why didn’t you say anything before?!” Mitsuri whined, burying her embarrassed face into (Y/n)’s neck. “You always seemed dead set on finding a man that was stronger than you and well, I’m neither of those things,” (Y/n) answered. “To be honest, I’m very surprised you like me as more than a friend. I didn’t think I had a chance.” “Aw, I can’t believe I wasted so much time!” Mitsuri pouted, more tears threatening to spill. “You didn’t waste anything. If I had been a bit braver I could have told you how I felt before now as well. Now, we could focus on the past, or we could focus on the present and maybe even the future. Everything is out in the open now,” (Y/n) smiled, gently pushing Mitsuri off of her chest. “So, what do you want to do?” Mitsuri stared unblinkingly at the girl before her, seemingly lost in thought. Then, she carefully cupped (Y/n)’s face in her hands, causing the other girl’s face to heat up significantly. Mitsuri searched (Y/n)’s face for a moment more before diving in and- their noses bumped almost painfully together. “Stop laughing!” Mitsuri whined as she covered her tender nose with her hand. She could hear (Y/n)’s muffled laughter through their own hand that covered their nose and mouth as well. “I’m sorry!” (Y/n) wheezed, trying to regain her composure. “I love you so much! You’re just so amazingly endearing in every way!” “You say the nicest things, I want to kiss you really bad!” Mitsuri pouted, tugging on (Y/n)’s uniform. “But now my nose hurts and I ruined the moment!” “No, you haven’t,” (Y/n) smiled. She raised herself to kiss the tip of Mitsuri’s nose. She paused for a moment to observe Mitsuri’s reaction before tilting her head and allowing their lips to finally meet in a short but sweet kiss. “Was that okay?” (Y/n) asked, softly. “Do it again!” Mitsuri asked, well, more like commanded, while bouncing eagerly on her heels. “Okay, but you have to stop bouncing first or we’ll knock our teeth out,” (Y/n) laughed. Their lips met again, and again, and again and then when Mitsuri got the hang of it, (Y/n) was sure she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. Fortunately for (Y/n)’s lungs, Mitsuri paused her attack on (Y/n)’s lips as a loud growl ripped through her stomach. “Oh right, pancakes! Who knew kissing could make you work up an appetite,” Mitsuri marveled. “Come on, let’s get inside and start cooking! The sooner we eat, the sooner we can get back to kissing!” “What have I gotten myself into?” (Y/n) grinned as Mitsuri pulled her along. “You’re insatiable.” “It’s too late to back out now, the kisses sealed the deal. You have to stay by my side forever now! You know, unless that’s not what you want,” Mitsuri said, getting nervous again. (Y/n) squeezed Mitsuri’s hand and lovingly brought it to her lips and planted a kiss on the skin, making Mitsuri smile radiantly. “There is no place I’d rather be.”

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Batfam OC Headcanons

These headcanons are all about my superfamily, who I've dubbed the Shadefam. I have post dedicated to their basic info, here. I'm posting this for fun and to invite others to make their own super family or OC family with far too many headcanon and random chapters for a book that'll never be written.

BTW when I say S1, S2, or S3 I'm referring to the certain seasons in Young Justice

Buck- trans ftm taken in by Faith at age 12 because his father isn’t able to properly take care of him. (His dad loves and accepts him, but is very broke and wants what’s best for his son)

Hope is taken in by her sister at age 8 in 2013 when their mother died

Buck dates Bart for a period of time before they mutually agree to break up, both lowkey being attached to other teammates at the time (Jaime and Tim)

Faith is bi and doing fine

Grace is lesbian and freaking disaster

Hope is ace and valid

Buck is trans/gay and perfect

Cody is ace/aro and chillin with his homies

Faith and Grace had a fling for a few months but broke up mutually

Grace has a butch lesbian girlfriend named Joana

They always go to pride and their hero atls hang different pride flags the night before July 1st around the city

Hope lowkey grew up without really registering gender and doesn’t say hello to new people, but asks for their preferred pronouns

Bart’s the closest person to Buck in the Outsiders, being the only person that knows about his true powers as well as the few that knows his birth name

Goes to Bart or Garfield when he has a nightmare at the headquarters

Bruce payed for Buck’s top surgery after S2

Keith is the only straight person in the Shadows

Lily is pan and loves her frogs

Lily really likes frogs and has a small tank for them in her apartment

Hope has one frog gifted to her from her favorite aunt

Cody is the only person allowed to cook in the Manor

Cuddle piles when the enter family is together at their secret hideout

Cody is the only one that owns an actual house and they use the basement as their “hideout”

Lots of “Are the Straights Okay?” moments when the group is people watching during stakeouts

Grace being a flirt to everyone

Hope knowing every curse word at age 9 because her sister can’t shut up

Lots of scolding because of profanity

Faith smacking people upside the head

Cody is Buck’s go to when he’s feeling dysphoria when he’s with the fam

Family nights every friday cause none of them got the most normal lives (Faith lost her parents young as did Cody, Grace wasn’t accepted by her family and lost her parents before even turning 20, Hope only had her parents for 8 years, Lily never had a father and her mother is a thief, Buck lost his mother young and left his father before age 13, and Keith lived mostly alone with a constantly working father. Plus they’re all heroes so I mean none of them are remotely normal)

Cody entered the Shadefam after S3 and doesn’t know that he was previously working with Jason for a period of time

Very confused brother reunion when Cody and Jason meet again

The pair of them both worked for Ra’s a Ghul at the same time in the S3

Lily gives Buck a frog plush that he holds after nightmares at the headquarters

Faith does daily calls to her children

Faith was raised by Bruce, how could she not take in a small child that looks like a mini her

Faith being a mom to everyone, even her brother at times

Faith: “Cody… why are you not wearing any socks?”

Cody: “Why would I be wearing socks?”

Faith: “Because the floor is freezing! Now go put on some damn socks so you don’t get a cold!”

Cody: “But-”

Faith: “Do not try me Cody North Miers.”

Cody: “Damn… the middle name.”

Cody trying to keep Lily and Grace from getting killed on the field

Faith trying to keep Lily and Grace from getting killed off the field

Faith moves in with Keith after her amputation because he has a first floor apartment and she can’t do stairs yet

Keith finds out about MJ and Faith finds out about Hunter after he sneaks back in from a patrol before the accident

Grace and Lily are chaotic a hell, pushing themselves as far as they can during training and mission

They are the two that get hurt the most often

Though Faith always has the worst injuries cause she’s a mama bear that will leap in front of her children

Cody will get pretty severe ones as well when he jumps in front of Faith

Cody: “Why the fuck do you keep jumping in front of them?!”

Faith: “I am mama bear bitch!”

Cody: “Well stop being mama bear cause you’re going to get yourself killed one day.”

Faith: “I can’t die bitch!”

Cody and Faith being responsible adults and the most mature of the group, to being bickering siblings at each other's throats

It always ends up shocking the rest of the fam as well as the Team and the Batfam

Cody: “Can you grab me a pop?”

Faith: “The hell is a pop?”

Cody: “You know a Coke or Sprite.”

Faith: “You mean a soda?”

Cody: “Yeah a pop.”

Faith: “It’s soda!”

Cody: “Pop!”

Faith: “SODA!”

Cody: “POP!”

Halo: “Are they fighting over what to call a drink?”

Buck: “Yeah…”

The Shadefam is sort of a faction of the Batfam

Buck ships Bartuardo and got Hope to agree with him after she jumped ship from Bluepulse

Bruce is lowkey protective of Buck (he loves his grandson)

Buck is Alfred’s favorite of the Shadefam children

Cody and Faith are his favorites of the adults

Faith insists they eat dinner at the table together before leaving early to go invent

Grace and Faith have coffee addictions

Hope is not allowed near caffeine, neither is Buck

Lily shows up at Grace’s and Faith’s separate apartments randomly

Faith was the shoulder Lily cried in after Jason death

Bruce accidentally introduced Buck as his grandson to a board of people when he stopped by Wayne Enterprise

Bruce: “This is Buck, my grandson. He’ll be sitting in today because his mother is busy.”

The news outlets had a field day trying to figure out which Wayne kid was his parents and the person that they knocked up or got knocked up by. Many settled on Faith getting knocked up by some random guy before realizing the math didn’t work.

One outlet found out that Buck was born female and called him a “she” in their coverage of it.

Bruce lost it.

Bruce: “I read your coverage of my grandson. I would like to kindly ask you to pull that story.”

Reporter: “But Wayne sir.”

Bruce: “You misgendered my grandson. So either print an apology or I will be suing.”

Bruce does not stand for misgendering

Keith and Faith child’s godmothers are Grace and Joana

Hope and Buck are practically their child’s older siblings

Lily is the child’s favorite auntie

Keith leaves after their child’s birth

Keith: “Someone needs to be here in case something happens to you.”

Faith: “Nothing’s going to happen to me, Love.”

Keith: “Can you guarantee that?”

Faith: “...”

Keith: “That’s what I thought.”

Faith: “I’m not leaving.”

Keith: “I know. And I don’t blame you. You were built for the hero’s life. I wasn’t.”

Faith: “I swear I’ll be careful. For you and for them.”

Both Hope and Buck move to the Outsiders and later Buck leads the Team, leaving the Shadows.

Faith: “The Team? Buck that’s great!”

Buck: “I thought you’d be a bit more… I don’t know feeling the mode about this.”

Faith: “Why? Cause my little hodgepodge of a team is losing a member?”

Buck: “Well yeah.”

Faith: “Buck. The Shadows were just a covert team for the East. Plus it’s not like I’m really losing you. You are my son after all.”

Buck: “I know. And I’ll never forget that… Mom.”

Lily moved in with Jason and the two of them focused more on Gotham, Lily becoming a true Bat.

Lily: “So I guess I’m a Bat now.”

Faith: “Yup.”

Lily: “No longer a Shade.”

Faith: “The Shades were created by a Bat and consisted of like four current Bat members. The Shades are like a stepping stone.”

Lily: “I guess. I’m still gonna miss family nights.”

Faith: “The Shadows might be decreasing in numbers, but that doesn’t mean we’re ending Shade family nights. Bring along Jason, I’m sure he’ll have a ton of fun.”

Lily: “Yeah surrounded by youngins! He’ll be ecstatic!”

Faith: “Well he does need to prepare.”

Lily: “How the fuck did you know!”

Faith: “Wait, what!”

And that’s how Faith learned Lily was pregnant

Grace leaves the hero world once she and Joana get married and she becomes a criminal prosecutor, sealing the fate of the Shadows

Faith: “So you’re giving it up then?”

Grace: “The hero's life is great and every Faith, but.”

Faith: “I know. It’s a lot.”

Grace: “I mean I never wanted to be a hero, I just wanted to put the bad guys away. That’s what I’m doing now. Plus Joana always frets over me after a mission, even if nothing bad happened.”

Faith: “That’s pretty reasonable. Keith tends to exaggerate the smallest cuts.”

Grace: “So you’re not upset that you’re losing another member?”

Faith: “The Shadows were just a covert team for smaller crimes. I always have my back up with the League.”

Grace: “So the Shadows are done now?”

Faith: “For the time being.”

Cody never left the team, but with only two members it became more of a partnership. They continued to work together, with them assisting the League, Team, and Bats whenever they were needed

Even after the team breaks up, they all gather up once a month and hang out for board games, movies, or a patrol around the city for old times sake.

The older members (Faith, Grace, and Keith) do a lot of reminiscing while the “kids” (Buck, Lily, and Hope) just goan and roll their eyes as Cody listens to the tales of his sister and her friends

Lily and Jason never planned on having any biological children, but they did plan on taking in a street kid. They ended up with one biological child and one street kid

Cody becomes the next Bruce Wayne, training and taking in kids that need a good home

Grace and Joana have three kids, two of which have Grace’s abilities

The entire Shade family is always invited to Bat family reunions. Damian was very confused by the massive amount of people that showed up after Bruce told him he only had a “few” siblings.

Damian: “Eight is not a few Father.”

Bruce: “You have seven siblings Damian. Buck is your nephew.”

Damian: “He’s nearly 16 years older than me.”

Bruce: “Yes but he’s Faith’s son.”

Damian: “Reigns is only seven years younger than Miers.”

Bruce: “He still calls her mom correct?”

Damian: “Yes.”

Bruce: “And he calls me Grandpa?”

Damian: “Yes.”

Bruce: “Then he is your nephew.”

Damian: “But Kyle also calls her mom.”

Bruce: “Your sister does it as a joke to annoy your oldest sister.”

Damian: “Kyle is the only blood sibling I have here. Why must I consider the rest of these people siblings?”

Bruce: “Because they are.”

Damian: “Well… seven is still not a small amount of people.”

Bruce: “With the amount of people here, seven is a few.”

Cody is a light sleeper, waking at the slightest sounds

Grace sleeps like the dead, freezing water and banging pots are the only thing that wake her

Keith can sleep through stuff if he’s in a deep sleep, but also wakes to small shifts in the bed when Faith has a nightmare

Faith is another light sleeper, though not as light as her brother

Lily can and will sleep through anything that doesn’t sound threatening, aka wakes only to gunshots and the scrapping of a blade in its sheath

Buck is a deep sleeper, though often wakes to nightmares

Hope sleeps a lot like her sister, though she’s easier to wake up

When Cody wakes up, he’s up. If he’s woken up, a perimeter check is needed before he goes to sleep. If he wakes up on his own, he still does a perimeter check before going about his day

Grace doesn’t fully wake up until she’s had her eggs and instant caramel coffee

Keith rises with the sun full of energy after seeing Faith sleeping beside him

Faith wakes up tired and a little sluggish, needing black coffee to really wake up in the morning

Lily lives in a permanent state of sluggishness during daylight hours, she draws her power through the moon

Buck is always a bit tired, with usual bursts of random energy

Hope wakes with the sun cause she herself is a ray of sun

Faith & Keith child

Valarie (biological)

Cody’s children

Westly (adopted)

Conner (adopted)

Grace & Joana’ children

Derek (Grace’s biological)

Sophie (Grace’s biological)

Adrian (adopted)

Jason & Lily’s children

Charlie (street kid)

Jaden (biological)

Faith, Hope, and Grace are called the holy trinity as a joke

How Lily and Jason act

PDA constantly, it’s not huge things but it’s very clear that they are together

Nightmare comfort

Got together after Jason came back from the dead, working together as Red Hood and Scarlet Falcon

Were rivals of sorts before his death when Lily was still Misfortune. They fought a lot as Robin and Misfortune, though Faith refuses to let Jason take her in

Lily runs cold so she often wears Jason’s jacket

Faith gave both Lily and Jason the “if you hurt my sibling” lecture. Jason was terrified by it, while Lily shrugged it off

Faith: “You hurt my baby brother, I will hurt you tenfold. I will get a crowbar.”

Lily: “Reasonable.”

Faith: “If you hurt my baby sister, I will hurt you tenfold. I will get a crowbar.”

Jason: “Okay ma’am.”

Buck isn’t a meta but cursed

Hope gets killed in 2023 during the first mission that the team gets together after 2020

Shadefam split by 2020, with Keith, Hope, & Buck leaving in 2018, Grace leaving in 2019, and Lily leaving in 2020 with Faith moving from High Hills in 2019

Keith and Faith move after S3 in 2019 to Star City to man the Wayne Enterprise in the West and raise Valerie in a less crime-ridden area

Cody takes over protecting High Hills, taking on two wards

Grace and Joana move to a smaller town outside of New York so Grace couldn’t be dragged back into the Life

Lily lives with Jason in Gotham

Cody was almost taken by the Court of Owls to become a Talon (their mother’s death was a result of the Court) saved by the League of Shadows instead

Valerie

Metahuman with the True Sight ability

Born 2018

Year younger than Damian

Joins the Team as Seer

Connor

Eldest of the Shade children

Born 2014

Joins the family when he's seven

Loves musical theatre

Doesn’t do fieldwork and works as the man behind the screen for his brother and father

Westly

Second eldest of the Shade children

Born 2016

Joins the family when he's six

Works on the field with his father (Bullseye)

Mathlete

Derek & Sophie

Twins

Born 2019

Sophie is a shadow bender (Yin)

Derek is a light bender (Yang)

Both join the Life (much to Joana dismay)

Adrian

Same age as the “twins”

Born 2019

Doesn’t join the Life

Works with their mom (Joana) in the family jeweler shop

Charlie

Equal eldest Shade child (though entered the family far later than Conner)

Born 2014

Joins the family when he's nine

Doesn’t join the Life and studies pre-med to fix up his family

Jaden

(2020)

Joins the Life

When People Call Faith “Mom”

Cody, Grace, Dick, and Jason call her Mom as a joke or when she’s being to much of a mama bear

Grace: “Alright. Alright Mom. We’ll stop.”

Faith: “Don’t call me Mom Grace.”

Dick: “Alright… Mama Bear.”

Faith: “I will kill you Dick.”

Jason: “Oh don’t kill him Mum, he’s a good big brother.”

Faith: “-Jay.”

Cody: “Relax Mother. They’re just playing with you.”

Faith: “CODY!”

Lily does it as a joke most of the time, though often accidentally does it

Lily: “Jeez let up Faith I’m fine.”

Faith: “Fine? Lily, you nearly bled out an hour ago.”

Lily: “Yeah an hour a ago.”

Faith: “Sit the fuck back down you asshole.”

Lily: “Okay.”

Faith: “What were you thinking Lily? You could have been killed. You could have gotten Buck killed.”

Lily: “You quoting Lion King now?”

Faith: “Lily.”

Lily: “Sorry.”

Faith: “What were you planning, Lily? What if we couldn’t have gotten to you in time? What if Buck was in your place? What if we lost you?”

Lily: “I’m- I’m sorry Mom.”

Faith: “I know you- Did you just call me Mom?”

Lily: “Aaaa- no?”

Hope never means to call Faith Mom, but it does just kind of happen

Faith: “Time to get up, Hope. You got school in thirty minutes.”

Hope: “Mmmm.”

Faith: “Come on Hope.”

Hope: “I don’t wanna go Mom.”

Faith: “It’s only for seven hours, Hope.”

Hope: “Mmm. Fine.”

Faith: “Good. Be ready in ten please.”

Hope: “Alright M- Faith. I meant Faith… not Mom.”

Buck calls her Mom the most (besides her own daughter)

Faith: “Have fun sweety.”

Buck: “I will Mom.”

Faith: “You know I’m not old enough to be your mother.”

Buck: “I know Mom. And you know I don’t care.”

faith: “And neither do I in all honesty.”

Tim accidentally called her mom once, which her reflect response was “I’m too young to be your mother”

Faith: “Tim? What are you still doing up?”

Tim: “Working.”

Faith: “For how long?”

Tim: “... I’m on hour… 56?”

Faith: “Go to bed Tim.”

Tim: “But I just need 10 more hours to finish.”

Faith: “Nope. You’re going to bed.”

Tim: “Hey! Put me down!”

Faith: “No. Tim you are a growing boy who needs to sleep.”

Tim: “But I have to-”

Faith: “Sleep! You have to sleep.”

Tim: “Put me down Faith.”

Faith: “Alright.”

Tim: “No I’m not going to bed.”

Faith: “Yes. Yes, you are.”

Tim: “I don’t need you to tuck me in Faith. I’m a grown man.”

Faith: “You’re a seventeen-year-old boy, not a grown man. Now go to bed.”

Tim: “Mmm. Fine. Good night Mom.”

Faith: “I’m too young to be your mother.”

Tim: “...”

Faith: “Good night Timmy.”

Damian also did it by accident once (Jason never let him live it down)

Faith: “I’m fine guys. Just a bit banged up.”

Jason: “Just a bit?”

Dick: “Faith you were held captive for nearly three weeks.”

Tim: “We stayed up endless nights to get you back.”

Lily: “We got to you to find you with a punctured lung and a broken arm.”

Faith: “Yes. But I’m fine now.”

Bruce: “You’re off patrol for the next three weeks and I’ll make sure you get a week off from work.”

Faith: “I don’t need that Bruce. I’ll be fine going back to work and I doubt three weeks probation is needed.”

Damian: “You nearly died Mother!”

Everyone: “Mother?”

Faith: “...”

Tim: “Did you just call Faith Mother?”

Dick: “Well it certainly wasn’t a joke.”

Jason: “I think the demon needs a mommy figure.”

Damian: “Shut up Todd!”

Jason: “Demon misses his mommy!”

Damian: “I said SHUT UP!”

Faith: “Enough! Both of you! Damian get off your brother! Jason stop teasing your brother.”

Damian: “...”

Faith: “Thank you. Now. Damian I’m fine. I’ve been through far worse.”

Lily: “No you haven’t.”

Faith: “You do remember that I got into a car accident where I lost my leg, right?”

Lily: “... Right.”

Faith: “Now I’m going to go watch a movie cause I’ve been stuck in a wooden chair for a few weeks and I have a strange urge to watch Ratatouille.”

And that's it for now. I might make another post about these guys, maybe I won't, depends if people like this.

#Shadefam #my ocs stuff #young justice #young justice outsiders #DC #DC OCs #original characters #superfamily

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Couldn’t Care Less

Anonymous asked: logince + pining + patching up each other’s wounds? make it as angsty as you like uwu

You’re speaking my language, anon! I decided to combine this with Animal Attack from my @badthingshappenbingo card. So here’s some Logince that was meant to be hurt/comfort, but for the first portion I just wrote fluff and humor before remembering it was supposed to be angsty. Oh well. Thanks to the amazing wonderful human @chaospersonified for the idea and first line, as well as my other friend @carrot-kake-chillin for some of the puns. The first aid might not be entirely accurate, but I did try to research. (Also yes, I know Logan couldn’t actually pull off a one-person lift of Roman, shut up, let me have this.)

Title is from Not Another Song About Love by Hollywood Ending. You can find this fic on Ao3 here.

Summary: Logan reluctantly agrees to accompany Roman on a quest in the Imagination, but after Roman gets hurt, Logan blames himself.

Pairings: Romantic Logince

Words: 4101

Warnings: blood, wounds, fantasy violence, threats of murder and eating someone (from an animal), self-deprecation, kissing, maybe very mild cursing?

Roman has done many stupid things, many annoying things, and many things that make Logan question why he still talks to the Creative Side. In fact, it would probably be quicker for him to list the things Roman’s done that have not thrown a wrench in Logan’s productivity and sanity.

However, dragging him to the Imagination because he was “in need of a valiant sidekick” might just take the figurative cake.

“Why can’t you bother Patton?” Logan had pleaded. “Or Virgil? Or your brother?”

“They all said no!”

“I can’t imagine why.” Logan rolled his eyes. “I have work to do, Roman!”

“It’ll be fun!” Roman grabbed Logan’s arm and hauled him off the couch. “You’re always saying we need to practice self-care, right? Exercise is part of that!”

Logan struggled to fight off Roman’s grip. Why was he so strong? “Roman, you’re interfering with productivity--”

“All I’m hearing is ‘I’m a square and need to lighten up,’“ Roman said in a sing-song voice. “Let’s go, Specs!”

That’s how Logan ended up marching through a forest, wearing a frankly ridiculous outfit with a sword on his hip, ‘fighting’ various monsters that were either ripped from Greek Mythology or a D&D Manual. But when Logan pointed that out, Roman curled into himself a little bit and mumbled something about “thought they were cool.” Logan immediately quieted, ignoring the pang of guilt in his chest.

Despite his dire predictions, the expedition was not terrible. The forest was beautiful, filled with luminous flowers and tall trees, the leaves dappling the path with shadows. Roman wasn’t terrible company either. He kept the Disney songs to a minimum and asked Logan about his favorite books. Logan didn’t even have to do any fighting. He could just sit back and watch Roman burn a hydra with a torch. He could admire Roman’s sword techniques from a distance as he flipped and plunged the blade into the chest of a behir, a triumphant smile on his face and his hair mussed--

Logan flushed and stared pointedly at the sky. “Roman! I...this has been fun, but I have places to be!”

Places where you’re not making me think illogical thoughts, he didn’t add.

Roman frowned, wiping his sword on the ground. “But we’re having so much fun!”

"I am sorry,” Logan said. The statement wasn’t a falsehood. It wasn’t Roman’s fault he was so...distracting. “However, I really do have things to attend to, Roman, for the benefit of Thomas.”

“Fine,” Roman said, pouting. “Would hate to get in the way of that. The door should be that way.”

Logan nodded and followed him down a smaller trail. Only ten minutes or so, and he’d be out of the Imagination and could return to his desk and surround himself with numbers that made sense and not Roman, who didn’t.

Unfortunately, Roman apparently decided that they needed to make the most of those ten minutes.

“Roman, for the love of Crofters,” Logan said, when their path was blocked for the seventh time. “Would you care to tell me why there are so many goddamn monsters on this path?”

“I dunno,” Roman said, failing to hide his smile. “It doesn’t seem like that many.”

“We’ve had seven encounters! It’s been four minutes!” Logan shook his head. “This is worse than a Pokemon game. Don’t any of your Imagination creatures prefer civilized debate?”

Roman slashed the goblin in half. “You just don’t understand quests.”

“I understand them perfectly well.” Logan stepped past the goblin’s body. “Please, Roman. I know you control the Imagination. I am begging you to stop with the endless fighting and let me walk back to the door in peace.”

“Fine.” Roman sheathed his sword. “Party pooper. Excuse me for trying to make this exciting.”

“There are forms of excitement other than excessive violence.”

Roman raised his eyebrows. “Like ‘civilized debate?’”

“I find it highly stimulating.”

“Whatever you say.” Roman chuckled to himself. “Let’s keep going.”

For a minute or two, no animals leaped out of the trees. Logan entertained the idea that Roman had actually listened to him and sent all nearby monsters away.

Then he spotted something on the path ahead.

“Roman,” Logan said tightly. “Please tell me that’s not another monster.”

“Sorry,” Roman said, not sounding sorry at all. “I cannot tell a lie.”

Logan rubbed at his eyes. “Why, again, did I agree to this?”

“Beats me!” Roman leapt forward, grinning. “Come on, let’s say hi!”

Logan sighed loudly and followed him.

This monster was smaller than many of the ones they’d already fought. It had a woman’s face with narrow cheekbones and amber eyes, dark hair chopped in a messy pageboy haircut. Beneath her head was a lion’s body, crouched with her paws out. A familiar position for a familiar animal.

“A sphinx?” Logan asked, trying not to sound too annoyed.

“Yes,” said the sphinx, tail twitching. “Before you pass, you must answer me these riddles three.”

“Right,” Logan said. “Of course.”

“Hey, you wanted ‘civil debate!’“ Roman waved a hand at the sphinx. “Here you go!”

Logan glared at him. “I don’t suppose, since you created this animal, you know the answers to the three riddles so we can get on with our lives?”

“I don’t direct their individual actions,” Roman said. “Beats me what she’ll say.”

“Fine.” Logan stepped forward, staring at the sphinx. She didn’t appear that intimidating, with a coppery coat and small wings on her flanks. Her haunches reached to Logan’s chest. “What are your riddles?”

“Are you the one who chooses to answer?”

Logan glanced at Roman, known dumbass. “Yes. I would like us to actually pass.”

“Hey!” Roman complained.

“If you get all three riddles wrong,” the sphinx said smugly, “I eat you.”

Logan glanced at Roman’s sword, known sharp object. “Understood.”

“Thus, the trial begins.” The sphinx licked its paw thoughtfully. “These riddles shall be challenging, human. They shall stretch your mortal brain and--”

“Get on with it,” Logan said. “Also, if your first riddle is the ‘what walks on four legs in the morning’ riddle, I will be extremely disappointed.”

“Do you think I’m an amateur?” the sphinx asked. “I might just eat you for that slight, mortal.”

“Apologies. I underestimated you. Please continue.”

Roman was giggling into his hands. Logan gave him another glare for good measure, already running through every riddle he knew. This should be easy.

The sphinx ruffled its hair and took a breath. “What did the grape say when it got crushed?”

Logan blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

“What did the grape say when it got crushed?” the sphinx repeated. “You have one minute.”

“I--” Logan glanced over at Roman. “What?”

"He is not allowed to help you.”

“You heard her. It’s out of my hands.” Roman grinned, leaning against a nearby tree trunk. “This should be fun.”

Logan stifled the urge to grab Roman’s sword and stab him with it. Instead, he made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat and turned away from Roman’s smirking, infuriating face.

What did the grape say when it got crushed? What kind of riddle was that? Grapes could not feasibly say anything when crushed. Or, indeed, at any time. Of course riddles often had double meanings or metaphors. What metaphor could a grape possibly be for? All Logan could think of were The Grapes of Wrath and Raisin in the Sun, neither of which could really apply. Or could they? Was he thinking about it from the right angle?

“Time’s up,” the sphinx announced.

Logan groaned. Roman was laughing harder. Why did he volunteer if he was just going to be mocked?

“Next riddle,” the sphinx said. “You have two more chances.”

“Hey!” Logan complained. “Don’t I get to hear the answer?”

The sphinx gave him a long stare and repeated, “Next riddle.”

“Fine,” Logan said, folding his arms.

“What did the skeleton say in court?”

Wonderful. Another nonsensical question. Logan ran through every possible angle he could as time ticked away. Finally he gave up and said “Is it ‘we all know each other, who are these clarifications for?’”

Roman laughed louder, collapsing to the ground and wheezing. Logan chuckled too.

“Don’t let emo nightmare hear you say that!” Roman finally said, wiping his eyes and standing back up.

“I won’t.” Logan nodded at the sphinx. “I’m guessing that’s wrong? What is the third question?”

The sphinx looked beleaguered. Finally she asked, “What’s the difference between a poorly dressed man on a bicycle and a nicely dressed man on a tricycle?”

“Do these even have answers?” Logan complained. “As in, answers that a reasonable person could know?”

“Of course.” The sphinx licked her lips. “Fifty seconds.”

Logan didn’t bother replying. What was the difference between a poorly dressed man on a bicycle and a nicely dressed man on a tricycle? There was a difference in both their outfits and their vehicles. Was there some kind of pattern between the clothes and the transportation? Why would any man be on a tricycle when a bicycle was faster and less childish? Was it reflecting the maturity level of the two men? Did their gender matter at all?

He was running out of time and he still couldn’t figure it out, what was he missing, he was supposed to know everything, Roman probably thought he was an idiot--

“I--” Logan scrambled for an answer. This didn’t matter, he knew that, the stakes were low. So why was his heartbeat increasing rapidly? “I don’t know.”

“Well.” The sphinx grinned. “What did the grape say when it got crushed? Nothing, it just let out a little whine.”

“What?” Logan asked blankly.

“What did the skeleton say in court? I cannot tell a fibia.”

Dread filled Logan’s stomach. “Oh, no, you didn’t--”

“What’s the difference between a poorly dressed man on a bicycle and a nicely dressed man on a tricycle? A tire.”

“A tire,” Logan repeated. “Wait, they were all--”

“Puns.” Roman shook his head, laughing. “They’re all puns, Specs.”

Logan turned to Roman. “I despise you and everything you stand for, I hope you know that.”

Roman opened his mouth, probably to continue mocking Logan for his failure. Then his eyes widened.

“Look out!”

Logan glanced back just in time to see the sphinx lunging at him, claws out. He threw himself backward. His hands hit the ground and the sphinx skidded to a stop in front of him, hissing wildly. Her amber eyes had grown red and veins bulged in her face.

“You failed,” she hissed. “Prepare to be eaten.”

“Logan!” Roman fumbled for his sword, racing towards them. Logan tried to draw his sword, but he was lying on the ground and it was hard to lever it from his sheath. The sphinx swatted at him and he barely dodged. Her claws slashed his shoulder. Logan bit down a yell at the stinging pain. He could already feel blood wetting his clothes. That would leave a stain, he thought idly as the sphinx came in for another pass, teeth bared.

“Logan!” Roman yelled again and he was between them, sword in hand, swiping at the sphinx. She hissed at him, a strangled sound low in her throat, eyes wide.

“You should not interfere,” she growled. “He is the one who incurred my wrath. Stand aside.”

“Not on my watch!” Roman waved his sword dramatically, keeping her at bay. Logan tried to get up, but his shoulder flared with pain. He whined. Roman froze, and proving that he had learned nothing from the last minute, turned around to see what was wrong.

The sphinx attacked him from behind, claws extended, ripping open his chest.

Logan screamed. Roman stumbled, falling to his knees and then to the forest floor.

The sphinx leered at him, blood staining her claws. Roman wasn’t moving. His stomach was a nightmare of slashes and blood, the same color as his ripped sash. She crept closer, peering at him.

"Don’t you dare touch him!” Logan yelled, stumbling to his feet. He gave up getting his own sword out and just grabbed Roman’s from his hand, ignoring the searing ache of his shoulder. “Don’t you dare!”

The sphinx’s legs bent and she was flying at him, mouth open wide. Logan squeezed his eyes shut and swung the sword. It bit into something hard and vibrations traveled up his arm, further irritating his shoulder. There was a loud screech, a thud, and liquid dripped onto Logan’s hand.

He cautiously opened his eyes.

The sphinx lay on the ground, hissing slightly. A long cut showed on its belly. Logan’s stomach twisted and he immediately dropped the sword, letting it hit the ground. He never enjoyed violence, even against a fictitious beast. But the sphinx seemed incapacitated.

Logan bolted to Roman’s side, looking him over. His eyes were closed and his whole shirt was soaked with blood.

“Roman!” Logan called, his voice breaking.

“Ow,” Roman muttered, prying his eyes open and blinking blearily at Logan. “Hey, Specs.”

Logan almost cried with relief. “How do you feel?”

"On a scale of one to ten?” Roman shifted and winced. “Like a 7.8.”

“You’re bleeding a lot,” Logan said, ignoring the blood on his own hands and examining the wound. “Do you have medical equipment here or should we return to the commons?”

Roman weakly snapped his fingers and the forest around them dissolved. The Imagination was back to a blank white canvas, a red-and-gold door hanging a few yards away. So close and yet, so far.

“Can you transport us to your room?” Logan asked.

Roman shook his head. “Sorry.”

“Right.” Logan looked Roman over. He was clearly in no shape to walk, even such a short distance. Additionally, moving him could cause further damage to his chest. But there were no options for care in the current area.

“Roman?” Logan asked, tapping Roman on the shoulder to keep his eyelids from drooping. “Please focus. I’m going to try and carry you.”

Roman chuckled. “What?”

“Carry you,” Logan repeated. “Please stay still and tell me if I’m hurting you so I can adjust.”

“Okay?”

Logan slid his hands under Roman, and imitating Roman’s usual carry, lifted him to Logan’s chest. One arm was under Roman’s knees, the other around his back. He waited for Roman to laugh or mock his adoption of ‘the prince carry’ that Roman often used to get Virgil to meals. Roman didn’t. He only curled into Logan’s chest, clutching at his shirt and tucking his head into Logan’s neck.

Logan took a deep breath, his shoulder throbbing. Carefully, he stumbled forward. Each step was a figurative odyssey. He had to shift Roman so he wouldn’t fall, lift his foot, lean forward carefully, and step down without jostling Roman. Then he repeated it, again and again and again. The door seemed leagues away.

But Roman was still curled in his arms, bleeding, his nose pressed against Logan’s neck and his hair tickling Logan’s jaw. Logan kept walking.

Finally, finally, he reached out and shoved the door open. He bolted into Roman’s room and placed him carefully on the bed, breathing a sigh of relief. Roman’s head was propped up on several pillows and Logan crumpled to his knees next to the bed. He allowed himself two seconds to rest before he was on his feet again, checking Roman over.

“Do you have medical supplies here?” Logan asked.

“Golden cabinet.”

Logan scanned the walls. There--between two Disney posters and near the mahogany desk. Logan opened it and pulled out several first aid kids.

“How often does this happen?” Logan asked, bringing all of them over for good measure.

“Not often,” Roman said, trying to smile. “But sometimes, you know. I’m not fast enough.”

“You should come to us,” Logan said, opening the kits. “We would be happy to help.”

“I know first aid!” Roman protested. “And Patton doesn’t, and Virgil would get freaked out, and Janus hates me, and Remus would probably make the injury worse.”

“And what about me?” Logan asked, pulling on a pair of gloves.

“What about you?” Roman asked bitterly. “You really want to babysit me all the time? You’re always saying you have places to be.”

Logan pressed his lips together. “Roman, your health and well-being is very important to me. Please, if this ever happens again, come to me.”

Roman looked more surprised than he should. Logan clearly hadn’t done a good job of declaring Roman’s worth, though in his defense, he was always afraid to compliment Roman. His true feelings might leak into the words, and Roman would surely be contemptuous if he found out how far Logic had fallen.

Focus. Roman had finally stopped bleeding, but his face was pale and Logan hoped he hadn’t lost too much blood.

“Take off your shirt.”

Roman’s face turned bright red. “What?” he spluttered.

“The wound is on your chest, correct?” Logan ignored the slight blush he felt on his own cheeks. “I need to wash it out. Take off your shirt. Or, actually, let me take it off for you. You shouldn’t move.”

It was pretty easy to remove the shirt. It had been split into several pieces by the sphinx’s claws. Logan tossed the bloody pile on the floor and got his first good look at the wound. Oh, thank Newton, the cuts were numerous and bloody but not life-threatening or extremely deep. Logan noticed many nicks and scars on Roman’s chest as well, which made his heart tighten in a rather irritating way.

Telling himself he would not let himself be flustered by staring at Roman’s chest, Logan started wiping away the blood with a rag. Roman clenched his jaw and balled his fists.

“If I’m hurting you,” Logan said, tossing the first bloody rag aside and reaching for another, “please tell me, Roman.”

“It’s fine,” Roman said airily. “Just stings a bit, is all.”

“If you say so.” After the remainder of blood and dirt was removed, Logan grabbed some soap and water. “This will probably sting, Roman.”

He dabbed at the cuts themselves, cleaning them. Roman hissed with pain, shoulders tight. The longest cut was almost four inches long, red and ugly. Logan cleaned it as carefully as possible, but Roman still whimpered.

“I know, it hurts,” Logan said softly. “I’m sorry. Just a little more and I’ll be finished, okay?”

Roman nodded jerkily.

Logan wiped the last of the blood. Pinching the inside of his glove and peeling both of them off, he tossed them in an empty trash can nearby. A new set of gloves and he was grabbing some gauze and bandages, eyeing Roman’s chest.

“I’ll need to wrap this around,” Logan said. “I think the easiest way for me to reach all the way around is to...um...”

“Do whatever, Specs.” Roman smiled. “I trust you.”

“Right.” Logan took all the gauze and bandages available, placed them on the bed near Roman, and stood up. He hoped that would be a good enough angle on its own, but he was still leaning over Roman. Well, it looked like there was no excuse. Carefully, Logan swung a leg over Roman’s legs, pulling himself into a sitting position.

Roman, once again, turned redder than his sash. “Um...Logan?” he squeaked. “You’re...you’re sitting on my lap?”

“Yes?” Logan unwound some of the gauze. “It allows the best angle. If this is uncomfortable, I can change my position.”

“No!” Roman stammered. “It’s--it’s fine! Cool! You keep doing what you’re doing!”

“Excellent.” Logan reached for his chest and started dressing the wound with gauze, wrapping it around his chest and securing it in place. “Does this hurt or is it uncomfortably tight?”

“No, it’s okay.”

Logan nodded. “That should help if the wound begins to bleed again. Please stay still while I bandage it up.”

Logan tried to ignore Roman’s eyes on him as he wrapped the white bandages around Roman’s chest. He went through several rolls, tying the loose ends together. Every few wraps he would check with Roman, who never had any complaints. Finally Roman was bandaged, and no blood had leaked through. Logan allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction.

“You’re good at that,” Roman said, eyes unreadable.

“That’s why you should call me when you’re injured,” Logan responded, peeling off his gloves.

“I don’t get injured that often,” Roman protested. “Just when--

He stopped himself, but Logan understood what he was going to say.

Just when someone else gets in the way.

Logan stared at his hands, still covered with blood. “I’m sorry, Roman.”

Roman made a choked noise. “Logan, what--”

“I’m sorry,” Logan repeated. He swallowed, trying to get rid of the obstruction in his throat. “I failed and you got hurt, and that is my fault. So I’m...I’m sorry.”

Roman looked horrified. He tried to push himself up, but Logan placed a hand on his shoulder and made him lie back down.

“Logan, you didn’t fail--”

“It’s fine,” Logan said, turning away. “I'll go clean your clothes, I know how much you like that costume.”

“Logan, I’m sorry.”

Logan whirled. “What?”

“I didn’t want things to go this badly,” Roman pleaded. “I...I thought the sphinx would be fun, I didn’t know I’d mess up and get hurt, I just wanted to--spend time with you. And, I dunno, show off? You’re so smart and intuitive and you do your work so well, I just--I wanted to...impress you, I guess.” Roman looked away. “It was stupid.”

Logan couldn’t stop a big, goofy smile from spreading over his face. “You don’t--you’re not mad?”

“How could I be?” Roman laughed. “You slayed a sphinx, Logan. Couldn’t have done a better job myself.”

“Huh.” Logan reached out and brushed Roman’s hair from his face. “Roman?”

“Yeah?”

Logan glanced at the wound. “You’ll want to keep cycling through those bandages until you are healed. Please alert me every twelve hours and I can assist with them.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “So bossy.”

“I care about you,” Logan retorted. “Get used to it.”

But he didn’t think he’d ever get used to the way Roman’s face lit up, like Logan had found the Unified Theory of Everything.

Then Roman frowned. “Lo, you’re bleeding!”

“Oh.” Logan glanced at his shoulder. “I suppose I am.”

“That won’t do!” Roman grabbed the first aid kit and levered himself to a sitting position. “Take off your shirt.”

Logan gave him a long stare and rolled up his sleeve instead.

“Oh no,” Roman said, staring at the cut.

“It’s fine, it’s only a scratch--”

“Shut up and let me help.” Roman dabbed at the wound with a cloth, placed some antibiotic cream on a large Band-Aid, and carefully pressed it to Logan’s shoulder. “There. That should be better, right?”

Logan frowned disapprovingly, hiding the happy glow in his chest. “You shouldn’t be moving around too much, Roman.”

“Just one more thing.” Roman pulled Logan closer and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “There.”

It was Logan’s turn to blush violently. “Wh-what?”

“I was kissing it better!” Roman said, a small smile on his face. He looked absolutely wonderstruck as he rubbed the Band-Aid, cupping Logan’s neck.

“Kissing it—” Logan huffed. “Roman, that’s a ridiculous idea! There is no medical benefit to kissing someone’s wound. In fact, it could have the detrimental effect of spreading germs—”

Roman smiled wider, not his usual glittering gleam but a soft crooked smirk. “You’re saying it didn’t work?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Roman, of course it didn’t work!”

“Well.” Roman slid his hand upwards and cupped Logan’s cheek. “I guess we’ll have to try again, won’t we?”

Logan forgot how to breathe. He probably looked foolish, with a blush spreading across his face and his mouth hanging open. Roman’s fingers stroked his cheekbone, rough but somehow not unpleasant.

Roman tilted his head. “Okay?”

For once, Logan was speechless. He swallowed and nodded.

Roman wrapped Logan’s tie around his hand and tugged him down. Their lips met.

It was a short, sweet kiss. Logan tangled his hand in Roman’s hair and Roman ran his thumb across Logan’s cheek. They pulled apart, barely, noses almost touching, staring at each other. Roman giggled and Logan did too, sporting big loopy grins.

“Specs?” Roman asked, pressing a kiss to Logan’s nose. Logan shivered.

“Yes?” Logan asked, trying not to sound as euphoric as he was.

“When I’m healed?” Roman kissed Logan’s jaw. “Can you come to the Imagination again? No sphinxes or monsters, just…us?”

With that large stupid smile on his beautiful stupid face…how could Logan say no?

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