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thesevenwondersofawitch · 2 years

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I'm watching the movie Star Trek: First Contact

And oh boy, this is already off to an interesting start!

Geordi got new eyes? Cool!

I had to do a double take 'cause Beverly has lighter hair now

Looks good tho

Oh Captain, you're not wanted on the front lines. That's gotta hurt your feelings.

Ope he went to the front lines anyway

*Picard to himself during this scene* Pew Pew mothercluckers

Also, is Worf a Captain now?

I feel like I'm missing something

(I am only on episode 3 of ds9)

Oh Worf don't look too happy back on board the Enterprise

I love Riker 😂

Me: *humming* Back in time, gotta go back in time, gotta stop the Borg, and we won't get bored!

It's kinda concerning how Picard was so calm about following the Borg into the past

Then again, what do I know? It's really all just a bunch of-

(whoops, wrong fandom 😂)

Dog! I see a dog! IT'S BEHIND THAT DUDE!

That drunk guy is a vibe

The Phoenix? Why does that sound so familiar?🤔

Oh no! Explosions! I hope the dog is okay🥺

I'm sure it is. No one dare tell me if it wasn't because I'm going with it being good.

April 4th? That's my brother's birthday!

Oh dear, I'm guessing the first contact is when aliens made contact with Earth?

Oh, it was.

MONTANA (Ne-braskaaaaaa, Nevada, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New yo- okay, I'm done now.) XD

Beverly looks gorgeous in 21st century clothing 😍

Data, you sure you can handle this?

Oh, right. I guess it's the perfect job for you since your bulletproof 😂

Data, to the woman seconds after she's done shooting at him: "Greetings."

Oh no, she fainted! O_o

I'm just saying, if I was her and I woke up in Beverly's arms, I'd faint again.

I don't have high hopes that the woman will remain unaware of her whereabouts, given the track record of the sick bay staff has of preventing people from seeing stuff they shouldn't

"Would you three like to be alone?" I love Deanna Troi with my whole heart 😍😂

If I looked up and saw Deanna looking down at me, I'd faint from her beauty, too.

At this point I'm basically like one of those fainting goats

Dude, you think you hear someone else in the duck ahead of you, Do! Not! Investigate!! I mean, come on! Have you never seen a horror movie? Or listened to stories from other Starfleet officers who encountered things cause they investigated?

Imagine being Lieutenant Porter who's climbing in the ducks and you turn a corner to see this in front of you

'Red Alert' whispers Q flirtatiously.

I'm getting off track, Q derailed my original train and so I had to get on a new one. Back to the movie!

Oh no, no, no, no, it's definitely the Borg

Lady you climb right back down that ladder unless you wanna join Porter in being a Borg

See? That's what happens when you ignore my warning.🙄

Uh oh, Picard's hearing voices. That's not a good sign. Even in the wizarding world.

*Beverly jumps as something bangs from the other side of the door*

Hell to the no, I'm good

The Borg are aboard the ship! Who woulda thunk it?

Annnd Beverly woke up the woman. Called it!

Oh my god, here I was thinking Beverly was about to shoot the woman or something and that's what's she swore she would never use, but it's just an EMH program!😂

Wait, I think that's the doctor from Voyager!

He offered a cream to the Borg😂

Okay, they really should have had the woman be between Beverly and the others, because if that had happened, then the lady wouldn't have been at the back and been able to veer off course! *Sighs*

Worf does not look happy. Like, at all.

I HEAR THE DOG AGAIN, YEAH BABY!

Wait, is Deanna drunk? 😂

Will, it's good you have decent reflexs, otherwise you would've gotten a bottle to the head for unplug the juke box 😂

Will is enjoying this sm, as am I 😂

"This is no time to argue about time. We don't have the time." *A few seconds later* "What was I saying?" The wise words of Deanna Troi.

She's definitely drunk😂

She's reallllly drunk!

Oh, that had to hurt her head

That is now my new favorite scene 😂

"Captain, I believe I am feeling anxiety." Me too, Data. Me too

Yeah, Worf, find the lady from the 21st century!

Looks like they've found the hive! I wanna give them a high five!

Ah, yes. The sure fire way to mess with the hive, rip out the wires from the wall!

NO! DATA! MY DUDE! NO

"Captain, please! Help." *Picard shoots him* rip dude, but I guess it was mercy

I don't know if I like this lady from the 21st century, she's kinda bugging me with how rude she is to Picard

Data with his head on that glowy thing is giving me sun baby from Teletubbies vibes

Oh, shit that's a creepy room to be in.

Oof, that's quite a scene showing the drill in Data's head.

That drunk doctor dude looks like he's wearing a crown

Deanna is looking considerably more sober now

The energy that Will, Geordi and Deanna have as they try to convince drunk guy Doctor Z to do his space trip is contagious, and I'm grinning just watching it😂

Ah, back to Data! And I can't watch cause of the strobe lights 🙄 it's fine.

As soon as Picard opened the thingy to show the lady Earth I got a bit of vertigo eek

"Maximum setting. If you'd have fired this, you would've vaporized me."

"It's my first ray gun." Whata mood.

When he touched the force field, I jumped with Lily😂

"Are you ready?" The Borg queen sounds like she's about to start singing the song Man, I Feel Like A Woman

Hold up, is that-? It is! IT'S THE VAMPIRE MOM FROM THE LITTLE VAMPIRE!

No bitch, you did not just reactivate Data's emotional chip just to hurt him? If you did, I'm gonna knock that head of yours off

Oh, um, nevermind, it's seems to be going a very different direction than I thought it would.

I'm getting vibes from them🫣

"Borg. Sounds swedish." Lily, you're starting to grow on me😂

"Definitely not swedish." I mean, some of the Borg may be swedish

Oh shit, the Borg are in a restaurant?! Shit!

Oh, it's the holodeck

Okay, that's very clever!

Damn, rip Ensign Lynch

Hold up, is that Reg who just tried to talk to Dr. Z? (55:50 mark)

IT IS!

Are none of people getting that Dr. Z is not exactly thrilled that everyone is saying how much of a hero he is? It's kinda daunting to hear that about yourself, when you haven't even done the thing that makes you famous yet

Lily saying "watch your caboose, Dix" sounds so funny 😂

Yeah, Data! Break free!

Oh no, he got cut!🥺

Aw, he hasn't been with anyone since Tasha died🥺

Oh God, The Borg Queen is seducing him

No Data, don't do it

*sighs* he kissed her back🙄

They would make quite a couple, I suppose.

If you know, you were ok with them wiping out humanity and stuff

Me: *pauses movie for a hot chocolate break*

Okay *resumes movie*

I love how Riker just zaps Dr Z to get him t ostop running 😂

Riker to Geordi "You told him about the statue." 😂

For a second I thought the Borg that floated away (Hawk had shot it) was one of the spacesuit Starfleet people and I panicked

Oh shit, Worf's suit got cut!

Some say Hawk is still floating through space

Picard is flying! Fun

That scene of the steam is exactly what it looks like when I put my face above my humidifier 😂

Oh, Hawk's back

And he's gone again

Rip dude

"Assimilate this." *Blows up disk* Good job Worf!

I love how Riker is joining Dr. Z on the mission 😂

And how happy he is describing what can be seen of the moon from earth in his time😂

And how he quotes Dr. Z to Dr. Z😂

Picard doesn't want to lose the ship to the Borg

Is it because he lost a part of himself to the Borg? 🤔

Lily is not gonna stand for his bullshit

Oof, he's telling her about being assimilated

Idk about you Picard, but Revenge definitely happens in your century 😂

*smashes glass case with mini ships in it* feel better?

I... Guess not.

Does anyone have a Snickers?

I love how Lily never actually read Moby Dick, I can relate 😂

They're evacuating!!

Worf is the bravest man Picard's ever known 🤔 huh

Oh shit, it's Data o_O

Dr. Z forgot something?

Troi's voice is so relaxing 😌

Oh gosh 😂

Poor Troi, she was not expecting rock music to blare in the headset 😂

This guy is giving me Tony Stark vibes and I love it😂

Him telling Will and Geordi to if ignore the red light sounds my like my dad when a light goes on the dashboard of the car😂

The Borg Queen was just looking for the perfect partner, to go on assimilating beings and exploring the galaxy

Uh oh, Picard your plan failed!

Riker and Geordi are gonna have quite the story to pass on after this😂

YES! GO DATA!

RIP Borg Queen and Borg

I hope Data is okay in that fog

Picard ripped that spine right in half 😌

Data's okay! Yeah!

And first contact has been made!

Why does the alien look like a fancy Jedi?😂

Lily and Dr. Z held hands!

VULCANS!!

The Vulcans are drinking and listening to rock music with the humans, sounds like quite an interesting night 😂

It was a good movie! And on a 0/10 scale, I give it a 9

✨Live long and prosper!✨

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firelord-frowny · 2 years

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!!! the latest Thing i’ve been binge watching on youtube is just

videos of miraculous rescues and stuff like that, and there’s one about a dude who was a passenger in a lil small private plane and the pilot started having some sort of Medical Emergency which I guess was probably a heart attack or a stroke or something, and just

the dude had to fuckin fly the plane! and land it! without having ever flown a plane before!

yet he somehow knew how to get in contact with air traffic control? and the tower just so happened to have on duty that day a controller who was also a retired pilot and flight instructor, and he was able to coach the guy and tell him how to land the plane, and i’m just like!

wooooooooooooooow.

my ass woulda died!

i think about stuff like that all the time omfg just. all the things that can go horribly wrong unless there just so happens to be somebody with a very specific skillset or resources nearby. like omfg in one video, a baby nearly chokes to death in a restaurant and definitelyyyyy would have died if a random stranger didn’t just so happen to remember that he had what’s called a ~life vac~ on hand! And I was like wooooooooow, that simple thing made the difference between life and death! and it was in a restaurant, where people be eatin stuff all day! and i’m like! holy shit, why doesn’t every restaurant have a life vac? Like, if there’s one kind of place on earth where there should absolutely be a life vac or some other sort of choking rescue device, it’s restaurants!

and the one with the non-pilot who had to land the plane, it made me think about like... what kinds of things that aren’t being done currently could potentially be done to make sure something like that is unlikely to ever happen?

And I’m like, ok, autopilot is a thing that exists and is used on the regulaaaarrrr for commercial flights. like yeah, there’s always a pilot and a copilot, but there’s also autopilot, and I think most commercial flights these days are primarily piloted by autopilot? And the actual pilots mostly just handle takeoff and landing.

so i’m like, hmm, why don’t smaller private aircrafts have to have an autopilot function in case of emergency?

and then my Paranoid Brain is like, WAIT, autopilot is probably hackable??? I mean I’m sure (I fucking hope lmaooo) that all the actual bigass airline companies and The Government and whatnot have invested enough time and effort into ensuring that autopilot can’t be hacked into, but would all that same effort and time and money be put into autopilot systems for lil private planes? like, is it more risky to have autopilot on your lil cessna that could possibly be hacked by somebody who wants to turn your plane into a weapon, OR is it more risky to just not have autopilot at all, and be doomed if the actual pilot becomes incapacitated?

so THEN i’m like, ok well, what if the autopilot system isn’t a permanent part of the hardware? Like what if you gotta fuckin plug it in or something? lmfaoooo can you imagine? whip out your lil USB cable and pop that shit in lmaooo. and i guess the idea would be that if the system has to be manually plugged into the aircraft in order for it to be able to take control, then that would be one way to ensure that it doesn’t get activated for anything other than an actual emergency??? or something?? like, the terrorist would have to be in the plane with you, and if you’re in an itty bitty lil private cessna or something, an extra person cannot sneak in with you lmfao if your plane can only hold like 4 people, a 5th one ain’t gonna go unnoticed.

so THENNN i’m thinking about, oh shit, what if the plane is in a region where, idk, they’re aren’t any designated landing areas nearby??? and the autopilot system isn’t able to identify safe emergency landing zones?

so then i was like HMMMMMMMMMMMM, perhaps the autopilot system could also be capable of sending out a distress signal to air traffic control, and request remote piloting? the system transmits all the necessary gps and altitude data, and then an actual pilot somewhere can remotely guide the plane to a safe landing zone, and land it.

anyway!

i say all this to arrive at the point that it’s just so fascinating to even think about all this shit because I’m suuuuuuuuuuuure that these are the exact questions that the actual engineers ask theirselves when trying to design stuff and improve things and troubleshoot, and just how much time and effort and research and testing has to go into everything, and how a lot of things that may seem like a common-sensical idea may in fact have already been proven to be impractical or impossible or actually dangerous and i’m just????????????

so glad there are so many people in the world who are so much smarter than meeeee lmfao.

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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Youtuber Sukuna pt3

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life! I never thought youtuber sukuna would be so popular, so thank you everyone for giving me encouragement to continue this lil series. This will be the final part, but who’s to say we can’t have an OVA episode?? I smell a beach episode...or maybe a trip to an onsen? Who knows!

Part one --- part two

This had to be the stupidest thing he’d ever done. It certainly felt like it. Scrolling on Pinterest was the last thing he wanted to do, in fact it was something he openly mocked in the past, but now per your advice, he was looking at thousands of photos of home decor.

Sukuna was hesitant to admit to you that he had no furniture in his home. After seeing how well decorated and lived in your home was, it only made his shame increase at being a grown man with foldable furniture. But you took it in stride and offered to help, even making him share a Pinterest board with you so the two of you could get inspiration for a shopping trip.

That’s how he found himself at IKEA on a bright and early Saturday morning. You’d begged him to let you come shopping with him, and Sukuna was a man unable to refuse any request you made of him.

“Ah, this is going to be so exciting!” You shouted, nearly running to the carts at the front of the store. You were clearly more excited than he was, your energy seemed to know no bounds as you bounced on your heels and waited for him to trudge to the front door.

“What’s so exciting about furniture?” He grumbled, subconsciously taking the cart from your hands. Pushing into the store, Sukuna felt like he had been transported to another world. With staged living quarters that looked more real than his own home, he was at a loss for words.

“Sukuna, c’mere!” You were already ten paces ahead, standing at the entrance to one said fake home. Coming upon it, Sukuna nearly gagged at the color palette. There were bright orange tufted couches with a blue area rug and more pillows than he had owned his whole life. With white accents and gunmetal colored lamps, it looked far too much for him.

“It’s ugly.” He said, not caring about the other people around you that seemed to enjoy it.

“Really?” Taking another look around, you shrugged your shoulders and took a step back. “You’re right, it doesn’t really fit your whole vibe.”

That was definitely correct. If Sukuna had to give a name to his personal style it would be ‘who the fuck cares as long as it works’. He wasn’t one to dwell on his looks for too long, just content grabbing clothes that were easily accessible and trendy, ones that he knew would help him fit in. And that habit had bled into his furniture choice as well.

“Okay, you seemed to pin a lot of pictures that look like this-” Leaning over, he watched you scroll past picture after picture of what almost looked like the same thing, a living room with dark colored couches, a white rug and dark colored walls, almost always with a metal or dark wooden coffee table.

“Yeah, it fits me.” Wandering through the store, Sukuna glanced at an all white room with a window frame encasing a faux view of a city lit up at night. “None of this shit.” He made a vague gesture to the room, and the one following it that looked similar.

“You don’t want any bright colors at all?”

“My hair’s already pink, what more do you want?” That made you snort and giggle, and in turn made Sukuna smile.

“Okay but you can’t just have all black furniture, it’ll make your house feel like a dungeon.” Your hand came to rest on the handle of the shopping cart, dangerously close to laying on top of his. “Promise we’ll get at least a little color today? Maybe a yellow, or a pink to match your hair.”

“S-sure.” Sukuna couldn’t look at anything except for your hand. Your pinky finger was just barely touching his, almost enough that Sukuna could slide his hand under yours and interlace your fingers together.

“Ooh, what about this for your bedroom?” And just like that, you were gone. Dashing off to a display on the wall for bed sheets. “You said you only have a plain white one, right?”

“Yeah.”

“How about this? This design is really trendy right now.” You were pointing to one that was a deep navy, white grid lines crossing over to make big squares.

“I like it.”

“Awesome! Now, do you have a queen or a king bed?”

After picking out the bed sheets, Sukuna slowly opened up more to the idea of shopping. He was able to recognize pieces he’d seen on Pinterest, picking them out as things he readily liked and would enjoy looking at in his house. He was even persuaded to get a few area rugs for different places in his house, and before he knew it you had piled the basket high with things.

“Ah, today was so much fun!” You sang, bouncing in your seat on the way home from IKEA.

“Now I just need to build all this shit.” Sukuna was amazed at how much you’d convinced him to buy. He had new furniture for his bedroom, a new couch was going to be delivered, a dining table and chairs and even a new desk and chair for his office setup in the corner of his living room.

“Lemme help!” You looked far too eager to help him build, and although Sukuna wanted to tell you no - he really didn’t want you to see how he was currently living - he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to have you in his house with him, working together on something.

“Alright. Let’s stop somewhere and get food though, I’m hungry.”

One quick fast food meal that Sukuna loathed later, you were carrying things up to his apartment. He refused to let you carry the heavy things even if he could really use the help with some of the oblong boxes. But he didn’t want to risk you getting hurt, so you carried the small things.

When everything was inside the house, Sukuna watched your reaction to his place. You hadn’t made a sound when you first arrived, you were probably too busy trying to bring everything in from his car.

“Sukuna…” Scanning his apartment, your eyes landed on his abysmal furniture.

“Yeah?” He screwed his eyes shut, dreading what you had to say.

“This is totally what I expected from you.” You laughed, unpacking some of the fake plants you made him buy. “It totally fits you.” Letting out the breath he’d been holding in, Sukuna grabbed one of the boxes containing his new desk.

“Let’s get started.”

If Sukuna thought cooking with you was hard, building furniture with you was the final boss level. He had you read the instructions while he laid all the pieces out, and when you let out a whine at how many steps there were, Sukuna could have died happily right then and there.

It was easy to build the furniture he bought, but it wasn’t easy to work with you. There was no problem with your actual work, but the fact that Sukuna had to be so close to you at times, nearly hugging you when he had to hold up a piece for you to put a few screws in, it was too much to handle.

He quickly banished you to work on another project. It was your fault he kept getting distracted and forgetting what step he was on, so the only solution was to work on separate things. Plus, watching you flit around his house, hearing you change the bed sheets and lay down a new mat in the bathroom made him feel like you were newlyweds decorating your first home together.

“It looks so good in here!” It was well past dark when you finished everything. It truly did look like a brand new space, and not just in the living room. The touches you’d added, with bright pillows, fake plants and some actual art on the walls, made Sukuna happy to be home. His place finally felt like a home and not just somewhere to crash at the end of the day.

“You did a great job picking shit out, I woulda never been able to do all this.” Putting his arm around your shoulder, he gave you a squeeze.

“Are you gonna do a house tour when the couch and table come?” A house tour? Why would he do that? Knitting his brows together, Sukuna sent you a look. “C’mon, you know what a house tour is! All the popular Youtubers do them.” You giggled, wiggling your eyebrows. “And aren’t you a popular Youtuber?”

“I-” Well, you had him beat there. His subscriber count was well into the millions at this point. “Okay, I’ll do one when the rest of the stuff comes.”

“Yes!” Bouncing up and down in joy, you clapped your hands together. “I’ll help you film, I know how bad you are at angles.”

“Hey! I’ve been getting better!”

In a week, you were back at his place, more excited than him to film this video. You’d helped prepare a little script should he need it, and you were fluffing all the pillows so they looked nice on camera.

“Let’s have an entryway shot, those always look so cool!”

“Whatever you say.” Sukuna was merely a puppet on your strings, maneuvering however you saw fit. He made his hands as steady as possible getting b-roll shots of everything in advance.

“If you forget what to say, remember I made a script!” With that final warning, you were standing at the entrance to his apartment and waving your hand. “Okay, start!”

“Hi people on the internet. This is my house tour that (Y/N) is making me do.”

“Shut up!” You laughed behind the camera, trying not to shake it.

“This is my kitchen and dining room, (Y/N) picked out the table and chairs for me.” Doing a sweep over the kitchen, he transitioned to the living room. “And this is the lounge room, where (Y/N) picked out the couch and rug, and my desk stuff over there.”

“Yeah, Sukuna had no rugs in his apartment before!”

“Mhmm.” Somehow Sukuna managed to not stumble over his words, easily recalling parts of the script you had written for him. Highlighting the fake plants and cheap art on the walls, the two of you stood in the bathroom together.

“Look, it’s us!” You waved to the camera in the mirror, nudging your shoulder with Sukuna. Suddenly, the image of getting ready in the morning with you or winding down after a long day together in the bath flashed before Sukunas eyes. What would it be like to come into the bathroom while you were in the shower and join you? Give you a shoulder massage under the hot running water, or to brush his teeth and tell you to hurry up and not waste water.

“And this is the bedroom.” Quickly exiting the bathroom, Sukuna hid his blush with his hand as he entered the room.

“Hold this.” Shoving the camera in his hands, you leapt onto the bed. “This is where I sleep!” Your laugh was easy and you rolled around his bed a few times, simply having fun wrinkling the sheets.

“Uh- w-wha-” Sukuna nearly dropped the camera in shock. Seeing you in his bed, even if it was just on top of the sheets fully clothed, made his heart stop. Gripping the camera hard in his suddenly sweaty hands, Sukuna nearly tossed it to the side and joined you.

“Just kidding!” You were already climbing out of bed as soon as that thought entered his head. “But isn’t this room pretty? I picked out most of the stuff in here too.” Just like that you were back to normal, talking about some random print on the wall that he’d ordered per your suggestion.

Needless to say, Sukuna had a hard time falling asleep that night, the image of you in his bed burned into his mind like it was the only thought he’d ever have again. His imagination was going wild, and he tossed and turned all night - even after relieving some tension.

With his new desk setup, Sukuna felt motivated to edit the video as fast as he could. What you said about improving his living quarters was true; now that his place looked nice, he felt nice in turn. He even left in the part where you jumped on his bed, adding a funny break in the video like you’d shown him.

‘IT’S CONFIRMED. IT’S CONFIRMED. THEY’RE DATING’

‘sirpohdjb my ship has sailed!!’

‘I come here to see why sukunax(Y/N) is trending and it’s this bullshit?? Y’all need to get a life’

Sukuna often felt like a fool when he was with you, and sometime after as well. Even from the first comment he left on your Instagram, he knew people shipped you together and wanted you to date. He felt embarrassed more times than not, but it seemed he never learned his lesson. That scene of you on his bed had gone viral and he regretted leaving it in.

But could you blame him? You made his head spin, most of the time leaving him incapable of doing anything else beside standing in his place looking stupid. It was hard to edit the videos you did together because reliving the footage made him dizzy all over again.

(Y/N): SUKUNA. ANSWER ME ITS URGENT

It was the middle of the day in the middle of the week and Sukuna had nothing better to do than laze around and do nothing. Except now, he was texting you back with his heart suddenly pounding.

Sukuna: what?! Is something wrong where are you??

So much adrenaline was coursing through his body that he had started to shake.

(Y/N): I just got a great idea, I need to know if you’ll do a video with me!

What the fuck.

“What the fuck?” Sukuna said out loud, staring at his phone in disbelief. This is what was so urgent? Nearly sending him into an early grave for a possible video?

Sukuna: what the fuck I thought it was serious

Sukuna: I thought you were in trouble

He wasn’t upset per say, but Sukuna was definitely annoyed.

(Y/N): sorry :( i didn’t mean to scare you

Sukuna: you did more than scare me

(Y/N): I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!

Now Sukuna felt bad and it wasn’t even his fault. In all the time you’d known each other, you never had a negative interaction. He waited five minutes for you to text something, but you didn’t and it was making him anxious all over again.

Sukuna: well tell me what the idea is

(Y/N): no, it’s okay it was a stupid idea anyway

It took you another five minutes to respond, and your answer made Sukuna groan.

Sukuna: you got me all worked up and you’re just gonna leave me hanging?

He had to rectify the situation somehow.

(Y/N): I just thought...of maybe doing your makeup for a video?

Sukuna: what

(Y/N): I told you it was stupid! Just forget it

Sukuna: shut up it’s not stupid

As typing bubbles appeared and then disappeared, Sukuna could just imagine the way your cheeks puffed out indignantly.

(Y/N): here’s a link to someone else who did it with her boyfriend, they had so much fun together!

(Y/N): let me know if you wanna do it, I think it could be a lot of fun…

Sukuna only needed to look at the thumbnail to know he would say yes. The two people on the screen were very close, with the girl nearly touching her boyfriend's face with her own. They had big smiles on their faces as well, and that enticed him more.

Sukuna: I’ll do it

(Y/N): really?? That’s awesome! Come over to my place on Friday, we’ll order pizza and make a day of it!

And that’s how Sukuna found himself in your filming room, stomach full of pizza with a disgustingly cute green frog headband keeping his hair back. He’d seen this room a hundred times in the backgrounds of your videos, but now he was actually here. There were even more plushies than appeared on camera and you had a humidifier going in the corner.

“Okay now stay still, I’m going to wipe a toner on your face.” He had no idea what that meant, watching you with curious eyes pick up a bottle from the table in front of you and dab the liquid onto a cotton pad. “Usually I use my hands to apply toner, but we wanna wipe the dust off.”

With a gentle hand, you held Sukuna by the chin and swiped the cotton across his face, it’s soft chemical scent wafting into his nose. It felt nice, having you apply toner and moisturizer on his face. The most he ever applied was sunscreen, but maybe he could convince you to do his skincare for him every day.

“So today, I chose this makeup look by Beyoncés makeup artist! It’s a really popular style called ‘soft glam’.” Sukuna nodded along with you like he understood what you meant, taking a glance at the picture on your phone before you showed it to the camera. “I think Sukuna would really fit this kind of look, he is a natural beauty afterall.”

“Shut up.” He snorted, a light flush heating his cheeks.

“It’s true! There’s so many comments under your house tour video saying how good you look with the new furniture.” You spoke about the new makeup you bought for the video as you applied the products. Sukuna tried to keep up with what you were doing and saying, but he couldn’t really contribute anything to the conversation about makeup.

“Tuck your lips in so you don’t get foundation in your mouth.”

“What?” He jerked away right as you lifted the small dish you had with what he assumed was foundation.

“I don’t think you want to eat makeup, do you?” You chuckled and pat him on the cheek. “Tuck your lips in.” Doing as you asked, Sukuna flinched when you gripped the back of his head. “Try not to move too much, I want it to be even.”

As you applied the foundation and subsequently the concealer and powder, Sukuna barely moved. In fact, he barely breathed. You had leaned in far closer than you’ve ever been to him, your breath lightly fanning over his face as you worked to smooth everything out.

The hand on the back of his head dipped down to rest at the base of his neck, your body coming to lean more onto him as time went by. You were speaking, Sukuna could hear it, but he wasn’t responding. The excuse was he didn’t want to mess you up, but in truth he couldn’t find any words to say.

“Look at you!” Holding up a mirror for him, you laughed at his shocked face. “How do you like it?”

“I look so flat.” Turning his head side to side, Sukuna lifted a hand to touch his face.

“Don’t touch it, you’ll mess it up!” Snatching his hand away, you held it tightly in your grasp. Sukuna was thankful for the layer of makeup he had on now, no one could see his blush.

“What’s next? This eyeshadow shit?” He picked up a product on a whim, opening it up and staring at it. “Why’s there only two colors? Why are both of them brown?”

“That’s contour, we’ll get to that! This is the eyeshadow!”

Putting eyeshadow on Sukuna was harder than both of you thought. Not used to the feeling of the brush, he twitched every time it was swiped across his eyelid. Through plenty of trial and error, and many times of you telling him to just take a deep breath, you got through it.

“I’m gonna have to cut out so much of you flinching.” You teased, checking the camera to make sure everything was still working.

“I don’t get how you can do this shit, it’s fucking awful.” All Sukuna wanted to do was rub his eyes and face until his skin went raw.

“We aren’t even at the worst part yet: eyeliner.” Taking a seat, you lifted up a simple black pen.

“Oh god.” Hanging his head, Sukuna said a quick prayer for his eyes before straightening up and taking a deep breath.

“Sukuna, I gotta ask you something.”

“What is it?” Cracking an eye open, you were looking at him with your lip caught between your teeth.

“Can I...I need to sit in your lap to do eyeliner.” Sukuna audibly and quite loudly gasped in shock, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. “When I help my friends with eyeliner I sit in their laps! It’s just easier that way!”

“I-I uhm- okay?” He eventually forced the word out, copying your movements and turning his chair to face yours. “What uh- what should I…?”

“Sit still.” Pulling your chair flush with his, you pushed Sukuna’s legs closed and scooted up his thighs until your butt was firmly seated on him. Wrapping an arm around his shoulder, you uncapped the eyeliner. “There, now I can get started.”

Sukuna was in so much shock, he didn’t move. Even when the eyeliner tickled the inner corner of his eye, even when you moved his hands to rest near your lower back so you wouldn’t slide off, even when you did the bottom lashline, he was frozen.

If this is what heaven looked like for him, he would gladly take it and never leave. Your face was so close, he could feel it even when his eyes were closed. The soft skin of your hand held his powdered cheek gently, keeping yourself steady as you drew the lines on his eyes.

“All done.” You whispered. Sukuna opened his eyes and made a noise in the back of his throat; your face was close enough that if he tried to focus too hard he’d go cross eyed. You weren’t paying attention to his reaction at all, too focused on making sure his eyes were even.

The rest of the time went by in a blur. You’d slid off his lap after that, diving right into putting more powders on his cheeks. Swiping thick gloss on his lips is what drew him out of his stupor and into another one as you once again held his chin, swiping the corner of his mouth with your thumb when you were done.

“Sukuna, you look so good!” You said with a slight whine, showing all angles of his face off to the camera before showing him. “You have to promise when you get rich and famous and become a global celebrity that you won’t forget about me.”

“Shut up, you know I won’t.” He said with a smirk, swiping the mirror from you. “(Y/N)...I look fucking hot.” Bursting into laughter, you wiped imaginary sweat off your brow.

“Well I guess I don’t have to ask how you like it!” Patting him on the back, you got up to stretch and check the camera one last time.

“Would you fuck me, ‘cause I’d fuck me.” Sukuna said to himself, striking a few poses in the mirror and for the camera. “Hey, you watching this video you better fucking share this with all your friends. Everyone needs to see how hot I am.”

“We should have ordered you some clothes, turned you into an Instagram baddie!” You teased from behind the camera.

“Please, I don’t need fancy clothes when I’m this sexy.” Running a hand through his hair, Sukuna pointed the mirror at you. “Be honest (Y/N), you wanna date me right now. I look so hot, I bet I’m gonna have thousands of DM’s.” Sukuna’s confidence was the highest it's ever been around you. For some reason, the makeup gave him more assurance.

“Well let me know when to schedule a date with you then, I’d love to grab dinner sometime.”

“I’ll have my assistant pencil you in.” He joked, looking back at himself in the mirror. Sitting back down, you ended the video and made Sukuna wave to the camera. Not turning off the lights you used to film, you made him snap several pictures with you.

��This video was so much fun, Sukuna, thank you!” Rocking back and forth in your seat, you had a demure look while you fiddled with your phone. “And I wasn’t joking about dinner. I really like you, Sukuna.” That made Sukuna stop in his tracks, nearly throwing the mirror down in shock as he turned to look at you.

“Huh?!”

“I-I mean- I mean I like hanging out with you!” Obviously embarrassed, you leaped from your seat and began turning the filming lights off, pointedly avoiding his gaze. Both yours and Sukunas faces were burning with embarrassment, awkwardly not looking at each other.

“(Y/N)...” Sukuna half stood from his chair, forcing himself to move despite how awkward he felt. “I-”

“Let’s wash off that makeup now, I bet it’s uncomfortable.” Keeping your eyes trained on the floor, you went to the door. “I’ll show you what to use in the bathroom.”

The tension in the air was thick after that, and it remained that way for a few days after. Sukuna knew what he heard, he saw how your face looked as you said you liked him, he could hear the sincerity in your voice. But it obviously wasn’t something you were ready to say, as evident as you not texting him as much as you usually did.

When the video went up, Sukuna immediately felt butterflies in his stomach all over again watching it. Reminded of how close you were to him made him ache to have you near him, and seeing you sitting on his lap had another feeling rising in his stomach, warming him up in an embarrassing way.

He patrolled the comments as usual, but there were no mean ones that he could yell at. All of them were screaming about how the video just confirms that the two of you are dating, and surprisingly they weren’t calling out him for looking like he was in love with you.

The comments teased you this time, keen longtime viewers of yours pointing out specific timestamps where you looked embarrassed or looked like you wanted to kiss him. Sukuna checked out every single one, liking the comment for showing him that what you said earlier wasn’t a mistake.

Ever since that day, it seemed like you were promoting on Instagram and Twitter a lot more. Sukuna already had notifications turned on for all your socials and there was a definite uptick in your content posted to those platforms.

There were more sponsored posts and polls posted asking your followers for style advice, and which beauty items they preferred more. Sukuna was happy to see you got an increase in brand deals from the video you did together, a video that had now easily reached five million views and counting. He congratulated you whenever he saw a sponsored post, sending you cute little emojis along with the praise.

All week you had been hinting that there was a big announcement coming, a major event in your life that you were so excited to share with everyone. Sukuna, along with all your other followers, ate up all the crumbs you left throughout the week. Many suspected you were going to go work for a designer label, while others assumed you’d announce a sudden marriage.

(Y/N): Sukuna, check Instagram!

You texted him in the evening on Friday, but he didn’t need the update. He was already on your page when the post was dropped, waiting impatiently for the picture to load.

“A TV show, huh?” As he read the promo photo, he smiled. Appearing on a TV show was a big opportunity for you, one that was sure to lead to many more. Your role wasn’t stated in the photo, but your promo picture was a professional one no doubt taken at a studio.

“Wait, what?” When Sukuna got to the caption, he took a pause. Why were you going on a dating show? He read the words over and over, hoping for a different outcome each time. But there was no denying you’d be going on a dating show.

Checking out the show's page, Sukuna let out a groan. All the male contestants were hot and not even he could deny it. Some had muscles like he did, others were more unconventionally attractive.

Sukuna: you’re going on a dating show?

It took him a while to text you back. In fact, it took nearly thirty minutes for him to text you. Sukuna had gone through all five stages of grief several times, coming back to being in denial over and over again.

Dragging his feet to his kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of wine that one of his rich clients at the gym gifted him. Popping the cork, he collapsed onto his couch and took a long drink from the bottle.

(Y/N): yeah, I’m super nervous!

Sukuna: I bet

Oh, did he fucking bet. He’d gone through all the male contestants' Instagram pages, trying to talk them down in an attempt to lessen the blow that he could potentially lose you to one of them. Why did he have to wait so long to confess to you? Now the chance was gone, possibly forever.

(Y/N): what do you think about the show? I was kind of scared to take the deal

You didn’t want to know how he really felt.

Sukuna: it’s a great opportunity, great for exposure and it’s a lot of money

(Y/N): that’s true!! I’ll have to treat you to dinner with my first TV check!

Just great, a chance for you to gush about whoever you met on the dating show. Taking another long drink from the bottle, Sukuna crumpled even more into his couch. Back were the stages of grief, each emotion washing over him until he mustered up the courage to do something about it.

“Hello?” You answered the phone, confused as to why Sukuna called you instead of replying to your messages.

“(Y/N).” Sukuna said your name firmly, honing in on a spot in the ceiling. Swallowing around a growing lump in his throat, Sukuna forced the next words out. “I like you. I-I really, really like you.”

“What?” He could hear you gasp over the phone.

“I know, what kind of asshole confesses to you when you’re about to go on a TV dating show?” He chuckled, taking a deep breath. “But it’s true. I wanna be your boyfriend, (Y/N). I know it’s too late to back out of the show but-”

“Sukuna-”

“No, let me say this. I know it’s too late to back out, and-”

“Sukuna!”

“And I don’t want to hold you back from finding someone better suited-”

“Sukuna!”

“Better suited for you than me. I’m just a dumb, muscled up chump that-”

“Sukuna I’m a stylist, not a contestant!” You were finally able to get a word in, face flushed from the sudden onslaught of emotions going through you. Sukuna was silent on the other end, mouth hanging open as he processed the words.

“Y-you’re a...a stylist? So you won’t be dating any of them?” He whispered after a few moments, the shock starting to wear off and being replaced with humiliation.

“Yeah, I’ll be on the styling team.” Your voice also dropped to a whisper, the weight of his words beginning to settle down on the both of you.

“Oh god.” Putting the bottle down, Sukuna slapped himself in the forehead. He had never felt like a bigger idiot than in this moment. “Sorry, I’m so sorry, just- just forget it.”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t want to forget it. I...I want you to be my boyfriend too, Sukuna.” There was a pregnant pause, and you could practically hear Sukuna’s brain working overdrive.

“Let’s go out on a date!” He shouted, pushing himself off the couch and to a shaky stand. “I’m free whenever, let’s go on a date!” The alcohol was definitely affecting him more than he first thought, and Sukuna fell back down onto the couch.

“Really? Okay, how about tomorrow? That’s like the only day with good weather for the rest of the week.”

“I’ll pick you up at noon.”

Sleeping restlessly through the night, Sukuna woke up way earlier than his alarm. Taking an obscene amount of time getting ready, he was still early to your house. Taking a lap around the block, he went to a flower shop and bought you a handful of flowers.

“Hi.” Your voice was soft, almost meek as you entered his car.

“Hey. I got you these.” Handing you the flowers, Sukuna bit his lip nervously.

“That’s so sweet, thank you!” Gently hugging them to your chest, your nerves began to melt away and you smiled, making Sukuna smile as well.

Sukuna once again had you pick the cafe you were going to. This one was in a bustling downtown street, not in the middle of the countryside, and as you two walked down the street there were couples passing you left and right.

Snagging an outdoor seat, Sukuna went inside to order for you. This cafe, unlike the last, actually served coffee and Sukuna was quick to get a large cup of it. Buying a few croissants cutely decorated with various creams, he went back outside.

“Say, you’re really cute, why don’t we sit and chat for a bit?” An unknown man was standing near your table, and Sukuna caught the tail end of his sentence.

“N-no, I’m good.” Your eyes were glued to your lap, obviously uncomfortable with the attention you were receiving.

“Aw, really? A pretty face like yours shouldn’t be all alone!” The man had a sleazy grin on his face, visibly eyeing you up in a salacious manner. “My name is-”

“Baby, who’s this guy?” Sukuna had had enough. Stepping right up to the table, he nearly slammed the tray in his hands down on the table. Your head shot up, relief flashing across your face.

“Who are you?” The man scoffed, curling his lip in disgust.

“I’m their boyfriend. Who the fuck are you?” Puffing up his chest a little bit, Sukuna stared the man down.

“Boyfriend? They didn’t say anything about having a boyfriend.” The man attempted to look at you again, but Sukuna beat him to it and caught your eye instead.

“Geez baby, I know we had that fight before we came but I’m hurt! If I get rid of this creep, will you call me your boyfriend again?” Laying a heavy hand on the man's shoulder, Sukuna gave it a squeeze.

“Y-you’re always gonna be my boyfriend, dummy.”

“That just warms my heart!” Sighing loudly, Sukuna gave the man a not so subtle push away from the table. “Well, you heard ‘em. Get lost, you worthless sack of shit.” Grumbling, the man walked away and Sukuna took his rightful seat next to you.

“Thank you.” Immediately, you latched onto him, squeezing his arm in a tight hug as you pressed your face into his shoulder.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Wrapping you up more tightly in a hug, Sukuna pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I would have beat him up if you wanted. Men are fucking disgusting.”

“Sukuna, you are a man.” You laughed lightly.

“Exactly my point.” Rubbing a hand on your back, Sukuna picked up one of the croissants. “I hope you like these because I can already tell it’ll be too sweet for me.” You laughed again and sat up, keeping your face close to his.

“I have something sweet for you too, I hope you like it.”

“What is it?” Quirking a brow, Sukuna jumped when you planted your lips on his. The kiss didn’t last long and the taste of your lip balm and feel of your lips was permanently engraved into Sukunas brain.

“There.” Your cheeks were absolutely on fire, shame rolling off of you in waves at having your first kiss in a crowded cafe on a busy day in the city. It wasn’t even a particularly romantic setting, but something spurred you to do it.

“W-what the hell! You can’t just do that!” Sukuna gasped, his own cheeks burning a deep, scalding red. “You gotta warn a guy first!” His dramatics were drawing attention from the other patrons, making the situation even worse.

“Sshh, you’re being too loud!”

“Like I care! Kiss me again, I’m ready this time!” Grabbing you by the shoulders, Sukuna tried to kiss you.

“W-wait, there’s people watching!”

“I don’t give a fuck who’s watching!” Grabbing your chin, Sukuna kissed you much firmer than when you kissed him. It lasted longer as well, bordering on too long for what is accepted in public. “There.” Pulling away slightly out of breath, Sukuna sat back in his seat and took a sip of his coffee.

“You’re so embarrassing.” You whined, hiding your face in your hands and hitting Sukuna with your head.

“All I’m hearing is how great of a boyfriend I am.”

“No you’re not.” You countered, getting wrapped in a side hug by Sukuna.

“It’s debatable.” Picking up the croissant he dropped, Sukuna took a bite. “Hm, this is sweet but not as sweet as that kiss you gave me.”

“Sukuna!”

#jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Leviathan's Odyssey 5:

God

*Mammon is happily about to break into Lucifer's study yet again when he hears the sound of banging metal and high-pitched shrieking coming from the kitchen... Knowing what the likely source, he swallows his reluctance in order to go check on what's happening*

*Beel is in the kitchen when he runs in, having narrowly dodged the flying butcher knife that lodges into the wall next to his ear… Little Satan is strapped into a high chair, wailing at the top of his lungs and banging his fists against a nearby countertop*

Mammon: BEEL!! What the hell is goin’ on in here!? Weren’t ya in charge of feedin’ him??

Satan: DIE!!!! DIE!! Diedie!!!

*a frying pan appears to float off of its hook and goes flying towards Mammon’s face but Beel manages to grab its handle before it knocks him out*

Beel: I was! But I think I made him mad…!!

Mammon: *gulps when he sees the metal pan just an inch from his nose, but has to push it aside quickly* He’s ALWAYS mad, Beel! What'cha do this time??

Beel: Nothing! *ducks a riocheting butter knife* I just…! Well…

Mammon: Spit it out already!!

Beel: I was trying to teach him how to eat, okay?? But he poked himself with a fork and lost it!

Satan: DIIIEEEE!!!!!

*previously thrown kitchen supplies lift off of the floor and start flying at them for a round two. Beel rips a cabinet door from its hinges to shield them while Mammon takes the frying pan to bat away the murderous forks and spoons*

Mammon: Beel!! We agreed that we weren’t givin’ him that stuff yet! He’ll kill us all!!

Beel: Yeah, yeah I know but it’s not fair! He should learn how to feed himself like the rest of us!

Mammon: Now’s not the time for “fair,” Beel!!

*apparently hearing the commotion himself, Asmo storms into the kitchen wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a beauty mask - but even covered in cleanser, he look PISSED*

Asmo: WHY IS IT SO LOUD IN HERE!?!

*Mammon grabs Asmo by the arm and pulls him out of the way of an iron cauldron careening his way. Asmo shrieks at the sudden pull and clutches onto Mammon for dear life following the close save*

Asmo: What is the little monster doing now?!? Why are things flying??

Mammon: Quit callin’ him a monster and hell if I know! It’s not like he knows any spells!!

Beel: *whacks away a meat tenderizer aimed at Asmo’s cheek* I think he’s just really mad!

Asmo: *throws his hands up in despair* Of course of all the babies in all the world, we managed to get one that radiates homicide!!

Mammon: Shut your trap and go wake up Belphie! Lucifer’s still with Diavolo so he’s gotta be the one to put him to sleep this time!

Asmo: Me?? Why me??? Belphie won’t get up for me, make Beel do it!

Mammon: Are ya blind AND stupid?? I need Beel here with me! Just scream or something ‘till Belphie wakes up! It’s all you’re good for anyway!

Asmo: Shut up, you money-grubbing dirtbag!!

Beel: NOT THE TIME!! GO NOW!!!

*Asmo yelps a bit at the volume, but he manages to run out of the kitchen without much injury*

Satan: DIE!! Die! Die! DIE!!

Mammon: *pops his head out from behind their cover* Yeah we get it little buddy, ya don’t like us! But would it kill ya to cut it out??

Satan: DIIIIEEEE!!!!!!

*Mammon quickly jerks back behind the "shield" as a set of five knives all lodge themselves into it*

Mammon: Fuck, okay nevermind!!

*it only takes a couple minutes of fighting off the cutlery for Asmo to come back with a drowsy, but upright, Belphie in tow*

Belphie: What’s happening here…??

Mammon: No time for explainin’!

*Mammon swiftly grabs Belphie and sticks him behind Beel before taking the cabinet door from him*

Mammon: Grab another, Beel!

*while Beel rips off the other door, Mammon keeps shouting over the chaos*

Mammon: Belph, ya gotta knock out the kid! Beel and I will protect ya, just stay behind us then get’em outta the chair! Do what ya gotta do after that!

Belphie: *stays right behind Beel but groans* What did you do this time…??

Mammon: Shuddup and move!!

*the three of them start approaching the baby in the high chair, still wailing at the top of his lungs. Between the two cabinet doors and their combined reflexes, Beel and Mammon are able to keep Belphie more or less shielded from the flying utensils until they finally get close enough from him to make a move*

*Belphie jumps forward enough to grab the buckle to Satan’s seat, ignoring his little fists as they try to rip his hair out, and he gets the baby out of the chair as quick as he can manage*

Belphie: Ow!! Okay, lights out, kid!!

*Belphie sticks his hand over Satan’s eyes and, gradually, his struggling loses its gusto until the little baby falls asleep in his arms. All the kitchen supplies fall to the ground and it seems like his tantrum is finally over…*

Mammon: *drops the “shield” he was holding* Oh thank fuck that worked!! No more forks for him, Beel!

Beel: *also sets down his “shield” and looks down guiltily* But how is he ever going to eat right…?

Mammon: We’ll just have to teach him when he gets better.

Belphie: “If” he gets better…

*there’s a silence between the brothers as the gravity of that thought sinks in… What if he never gets any better…?*

*But then the little boy yawns*

Satan: *yaaaawn* Pa…

*all heads in the room snap towards the baby demon and everyone holds their breath. That was a new sound… right?*

Satan: Pa… Per… wish…

Beel: “Per… wish?”

Belphie: I think he meant, “Perish…”

Asmo: *groans* Of course his second word also means, “Die!”

Mammon: But he’s learnin’! That’s what Lucifer said, right?

*Mammon comes over and carefully takes the sleeping Satan from Belphie, holding him not unlike how he used to do all of them when they were young*

Mammon: He’ll get better, alright? Believe your big brothers for once! Ya guys weren’t all that different than this...

Asmo: *rolls his eyes* That’s such a lie...

Mammon: Shuddup Asmo, I’m serious! We just gotta be patient…

Beel: Do you think Lilith could have calmed him down…?

*again, there’s another silence in the room… aside from Satan’s soft snoring. For once, it seems like his little brothers are looking at Mammon for something… comfort maybe?*

Mammon: Lilith… *he fights the urge to bite his lip by holding Satan a little tighter* Lilith woulda been patient with’em… Levi too. They’d have helped us out…

Belphie: If they were still here…

Mammon: *sighs* Yeah Belphie. If they were still here… but we don’t gotta focus on that part, ya know?

*Mammon starts walking towards the exit, patting little Satan on his sleepy head*

Mammon: I’m puttin’ the little shit to bed. Ya got feedin’ duty again tomorrow, Beel. No forks this time.

Beel: *nods quietly* Alright…

Mammon: *stops at the doorway and looks back* Oh. And “not it” explainin’ this mess to Lucifer. Ya gotta figure that out yourselves!

*as his brothers start to shout out in protest, Mammon just laughs triumphantly while he starts down the hallway. Looks like something isn’t his fault for once*

~Meanwhile in the Deepest Depths of the Ocean~

*for the first time since his conquest began, Levi is completely alone in the darkness. Having conquered every part of the seas above, all he has left is the deepest trenches to explore… home to the nightmares even his army refuses to face*

*perhaps being a stranger to this world has helped him. Whatever force commanded his troops to stay above has no sway on his mind. Even Lotan, his most trusted general, wouldn't follow him into these shadows...*

*he's told only one thing lives here. A creature beyond all comprehension... A being without form, without thought, and without convention, and yet festers into consciousness like a blight on all existence... A creature for which all other monsters fear to the point of insanity yet, strangely, Levi remains undaunted...*

*his mantra of loathing shields him as much as it consumes him. He’ll bow to no beast who believes they're better than him, no matter their size or strength. No one can think they’re better than he is... He’ll prove their lives are worthless in the end*

*finding the creature proved easy. He only had to follow the strings of insanity attempting to strangle his mind, growing ever thicker the closer he’d come. A lesser being may have felt helpless approaching it… a shattering insignificance compared to One that Defies All: a primordial essence from which those below the depths are connected and yet through denial believe to be their own... A Greater Power. A God*

*... but he’s fought a God before. All he saw before him now was an Abomination*

*and what he eventually saw skewered on the end of his trident was just another step on his journey of conquest - even as blood the color of madness plumed in the water around him, boiling his skin and contorting his bones... When the ranting clutter in his mind finally quieted, Levi was something new entirely…*

*he didn’t need to return to his army to feel their presence now. His metamorphosis completed when a ghastly wail that escaped his throat, carried telepathically through the waters around him. A clear signal to all who felt it... Above the sea, you’d hear nothing. But below...*

*a cacophony of shrieks. A chorus of howls. The roar of a new Master and the response of an entire ocean now at his disposal...*

*An army of unspeakable terror flourishing just out of sight…*

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

#am i saying levi killed an elder god?#that is exactly what i'm saying #i will die on this hill #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me scenarios #obey me fic #obey me headcanons

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symphonicmetal101 · 3 years

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MC Struggles With Obsessive/Compulsive Behaviour

Ok, just to be clear.

I haven't been diagnosed with anything, which is why I refrain from writing "OCD" in the title. I've always known I'm a perfectionist- please be aware that there are some major differences between OCD and perfectionism, (despite what Youtube videos may say)- however I have had instances in which I have taken it too far and paid the price physically, mentally, and emotionally. Please be aware that these are all very real things that not only myself, but other people go through. I haven't had one of them in a long time, but my current circumstances make me feel like I might soon, so bear with me while I write another self-indulgent thing.

Or don't.🤷‍♀️

TW: compulsive/obsessive behaviour, a little self-deprecation as seasoning👌

Lucifer

At first, he's very happy to see that you are very organized and neat

One less thing for him to worry about

However, one day he walked past your room and saw you organizing your desk

He respected that, and continued on

The next day he passed by around the same time and saw you organizing your desk again

Odd, but perhaps one of his brothers had interfered and interrupted you, meaning you hadn't finished yesterday

It had been five days now, surely you weren't still cleaning your desk??

"MC, if my brothers bother you, you should close the door. Perhaps then you would be able to finish cleaning your desk properly. Unless you would like some direction in time management instead?"

Lucifer glanced behind you. To his surprise, your desk looked immaculate. He then saw your blushing face.

"Ah... well that's very kind of you Lucifer, however I'm afraid it's not an issue of time management or your brothers. Well, sometimes Mammon comes in and moves the pens around, so then I have to start over..."

"Start over?"

"Y-yeah." You explain your process to him, how you completely clear off your desk, to the type of cleaner you use, how many sprays, to how you like to stack your paper, to how you always have to have three paperclips to your right, and how the black pen is always in between the blue and the red.

"And when Mammon moves the pens...you start over?"

"Yeah. I do."

Lucifer has sympathy for you, put also struggles because it seems like a waste of time if he were to do it.

But he doesn't do it, and it seems to make you calm, so instead he buys you proper gloves for cleaning and a few more bottles of your cleaner

Mammon

"Come on MC, I wanna show ya something in my room."

Oh no

Nononono

You could feel yourself panicking a bit. Mammon's room was messy

Not messier than Levi's but still

But he looked really excited, so you reluctantly followed him

"TA-DA!!!"

Oh wow. His room was spotless!

"I-uh, noticed ya only seem to be comfortable in yours or Lucifer's room. It-it took a while for me to figure out why, but...whaddya think? Will it work for ya?"

He smiled at you and you could see a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"It looks great! You even picked up the water bottles that were by your bed!!"

He instantly became more confident, his smile growing wider and his cheeks slightly flushed.

"Of course it looks great! Why wouldn't it?"

You gave him a withering stare

"Uh..yeah. Y'know, if ya had just told me ya didn't like it being so messy I woulda tidied up sooner. J-just make sure ya let me know if it gets too messy again. I want ya to be comfortable in more places than just your room, so my room seemed like a good idea."

His face was incredibly flushed

"Thank you Mammon. It really means a lot.

Levi

You had only been in Levi's room twice

But dear god

You really really really wanted to tidy things up for him

But you also knew what it was like to be very particular and have things "just-so"

Aksjsjshdgjak

"Hey Levi, can I make you deal?"

He took off one of his headphones to listen

"What's up?"

"This might be kinda weird. Can I take pictures of your stuff so I can reorganize and clean your room? That way if you don't like it, I'll put everything back?"

You could see confusion and slight panic that crossed his features.

"I'm sorry, I know it's weird, you don't have to say yes I-"

"Um, what exactly would you be doing?"

"Uhhh.."

He stopped his game to sit and talk with you for a bit.

"O-ok. Just that shelf is off-limits. And I'll stay in here to let you know if something isn't ok with me."

He watched in awe as you carefully rearranged his figurines by rarity as well as colour.

You crawled under his desk with velcro ties and made all the cords under there much more organized

You rearranged the pillows on his couch so that they were symmetrical on both sides, fluffing them and squishing them as you saw fit.

His manga was pretty organized, so you just straightened out the pile.

You organized his games in alphabetical order

The whole time you had been dusting stuff off as well

"There. That's better....what do you think Levi?"

"WOOOAAHH!!! I love it!! It looks really good MC!"

"Thanks for letting me do that."

"No problem...but w-why did you want to do it?"

You shrugged. "It calms me down? No, that's not quite it....I don't really now. As it is, I need to cut myself off otherwise I'll clean until I can't stand. Mind if I join you for a bit?"

He nods at you and hands you a control. As the game boots up he says, "Y-you're welcome to do that again if you need to...but that shelf is still off-limits."

You nod, grateful for his understanding.

Satan

He said he had a surprise date for you

So you followed him

To the Cat Cafe

Now, you love cats

And you love food

But the two of them together don't sit well with you

But Satan looked so eager and happy that you didn't hesitate much to go inside.

Everything was going really well until Satan asked if you wanted something to eat or drink.

You politely declined his offer, but he insisted on getting you something

You reluctantly chose a hot drink.

But as you watched the worker prepare your drink, you were horrified to see them carry a cat out from behind the counter, and then without washing their hands, snap the lid on your cup.

"Satan..I need to step outside for a bit."

He watched you in mild concern as you walked out the door and he waited for your and his order to be complete

You were pacing outside, trying to calm down.

Why did that upset me? I haven't even touched it yet. Besides, normal people don't usually care about stuff like that. And I can clean it??? Or grab another lid?? Fuck! Why am I like this?

Your train of thought was broken as Satan tapped on your shoulder, concern and curiosity apparent in his eyes.

"Are you alright? I noticed the worker didn't wash their hands after handling the cat, so I grabbed a couple lids on my way out. I was going to put it on for you, but I believe it would be best for all parties if you did it on your own."

You almost started crying as he handed you a paper towel with two lids in it.

"Why are there two?"

"Although it never particularly bothered me, I thought you may have wanted some solidarity. I can understand where you're coming from." He smiled sympathetically at you.

From that day forward, he paid extra attention to things while you were around to make sure you wohld feel comfortable. You two also managed to tackle the daunting task of properly organizing Satan's books so that you could spend more time in his otherwise clean room.

Asmo

"Darling, you look wonderful in that outfit!! And it's so hot outside, it's perfect!! I was just about to head out, do you want to join me?"

"That depends. Where are you going?"

"Oh, I'm just gonna do a little shopping. There was a cute top on sale at the mall yesterday, I just want to see if it's still there."

You told him you'd be right back.

When you got to your room you threw on a sweater, and then made sure you had your wallet and your phone.

You walked out of your bedroom, checking again, wallet, phone

As you approached Asmo, you checked again. Wallet, phone

"Are you ready to go?" You nodded and followed him out the door.

He made idle gossip with you until he noticed you were looking a little pale

"Oh my goodness, love are you alright? You should take this sweater off, you'll get much too hot!"

"I can't!" You panicked a bit, and he was caught off guard by your reaction.

"I- I'm sorry. But I use the sleeves to open doors and hold bags and stuff. I don't like touching that stuff. Even groceries are hard for me to touch, so I wash the groceries before I put them away when I get home. I enjoy shopping with you though, because you always know what kind of stuff I like just by looking at it, or feeling it for me. It's the same thing I explained before, where it's difficult for me to model the clothes for you until after they've been washed."

"Aww honey, I'm sorry. Next time I'll see if Mammon or Beel can come and help with your bags, m'kay? But you cannot stay in this sweater in weather like this. What about gloves? Would you be ok wearing gloves? I know a place where there's some really cute ones!! And I'll handle the doors for now, ok?"

You took off your sweater and tied it around your waist.

"Huh. I actually do feel a little better....thanks Asmo."

You two laughed lightly as he held open the door for the next shop.

Beel

You had waited for Beel to get out of one of his extracurriculars to walk home with him

You two were planning to eat together

However when you walked into the kitchen, you were greeted with a sink overflowing with dishes, and a sleeping Belphie on the island.

"Oh, uh, before I eat Beel, I'm going to clean that up. You go ahead though."

Belphie piped up, "Just throw what you can in the dishwasher....I'll do the rest later."

Beel looked concerned. "We were late getting home. Are you sure you're not hungry?"

"Oh...uh" you contemplated lying when your stomach gave you away.

"Just eat. I'll take care of the dishes. It's my turn anyways. I'll get to it soon."

"It's not a big deal Belphie, I'll just do them."

"But you're hungry, aren't you? Just eat first? Or did I do something? Is it something I can fix? I can go if it makes you more comfortable-" Beel looked disappointed. Of course it wasn't his fault.

You shook your head. "It's not you. It's me. I just- I don't know- ugh." You felt close to tears.

How the fuck were you supposed to explain yourself?

Beel pulled you into a hug. "Hey, it's ok. You don't have to tell us what's going on, but if you do it'll make it easier for us to help you."

He let go of you enough for you to step back and wipe tears from your eyes.

"I-I don't know what it is! But whenever I know there's something to be done, especially if I can see it, I have to do it before I do anything for myself. That includes eating, getting a glass of water, even going to the bathroom! And if I find another thing to do half way through he first thing, I'll just continue to postpone the thing I need to do for myself until I'm done or I forget about it..."

Silence settled across the kitchen.

"We'll help you do the dishes so it gets done faster, then you have to eat, ok?"

You smile and nod graciously as the twins helped you feel more comfortable

Belphie

"Come cuddle with meeee."

"Belphie, I need to study, please."

Belphie pouted. He was going to cuddle with you one way or another, even if he had to annoy you into it

Only what he didn't realize what he saw as "mildly annoying" was actually triggering for you

So he started messing with the postion of things on your desk.

"Stop it Belphie, I need to study."

"Yeah? Don't let me stop you, I'm just playing with your pen jar."

"But I asked you. To. Stop."

He huffed and put the pen jar down

But then he started to mess with your three pencils you had laid out, smallest to tallest.

"Why do you need three pencils?"

"Because. Now leave them alone."

He grinned.

"Because is hardly an answer and you know it. What would happen if I just took this one?"

"BELPHIE NO!" Your voice sounded between laughter and tears, butbhe figured it was just your way of begging.

"Belphie, please? I need that!"

He just grinned as he shifted into his demon form and passed the pencil to his tail and lazily flicked it back and forth.

Until he saw your face.

"Whatever. Do what you want, I'm done dealing with you." You walked out of your room, angry tears filling your eyes.

"W-wait! Shit! No, come back! I didn't-ugh." He groaned as he picked himself up to go after you, finding you on the outside steps of HOL.

"Hey, why're you crying? It was just a pencil. I put it back."

You pulled your head out of your hands.

"Yeah, but did you put it back right?"

Belphie looked at you perplexed...right? What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

"Look, I'm sorry for using that tone with you. It's really hard for me to focus unless I have things a certain way. It may seem ridiculous to you, but that's just how I am. I don't know what causes it, I just know that it's a part of me. I'm working on it, but if I say stop, I need you to stop. Please."

"....okay. I'm sorry."

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me thoughts #obey me scenarios #comfort fic #tw mental health issues

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novelelitist · 2 years

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Update

The news about banning the “girls” tag on Tumblr made its rounds on Twitter so I thought I’d pop by real quick.

I often wonder what happens/happened to creators I like, and given my history, it occurred to me that some people might actually think I’m dead. Which is not an invalid concern, and I appreciate your long-distant parasocial concern. Thanks for not wanting me RIP in peace’d. Those who DMed me since I’ve been gone and as I continue to be gone, you’re acknowledged and I appreciate you, too. This one’s for you, chickadees.

TLDR: you can bother me on Twitter or ask for my Discord handle if we’re moots. I’m still awkward at conversation though so go easy on me.

Personal(?) Update

Life changes, legally changing my first name, legally changing my gender marker to M (because my state doesn’t offer X but I’m going to badger them about it so I can hopefully get X instead). Situation still suboptimal and sucky. Who woulda thunk? I should be able to start HRT once I move out, though, and that’s something to look forward to.

Video Essay Coming SoonTM

I’m working on a massive Omegaverse video essay project through the lens of cultural imports/exports through the medium of comics. (Manga, manhwa, and manhua specifically.) It’s absolute hell. You should watch it when it’s done. The script is over 16,000 words. The essay is informative, funny, and extremely thorough literary criticism discussing Omegaverse and the subjects within it that interest me.

I’ll share the video here when I’m done, too, and I’ll be formatting the script in a way that others can understand so I can share it in a readable format as well. I seriously doubt auto-captions will do it justice.

Why Omegaverse? Because I am completely fascinated by it even though I don’t like it and nobody’s presented it in a video format the way I want to yet. Ez.

It’ll be on the same YouTube channel as my Barbie video essay once it’s done. Should be done by the end of January. Here it is in all its incomplete glory.

Game Updates & Fandom

Immediate access to me is best found via Twitter. I only got into using it recently for fandom-related things. It’s a small personal/otaku-adjacent twt but I’m trying to use it to associate with people more since I know people have worried about me and I’ve worried about them. (Moots, give me your twt so I can follow you there.) If you ever thought about commissioning me for FGO stuff, message me over there. I’m probably down, since I’m all in on FGO and GBF brainrot lately.

I’m still writing, though I’ve used most of my brain cells lately for the Omegaverse video essay. I have a conspiracy theory about Koyanskaya pinned to my twt right now that I’ll be putting on my AO3, too, probably, once it’s in coherent, complete sentences.

I’ll also try to make myself share my other FGO writing I’ve been doing on AO3. It’s been rough since the whole “losing main friend group” thing. I still miss them and that environment a lot and it’s sore. My enthusiasm about my own work in all forms took a huge hit, as did my “ability to interact with others regarding things I enjoy.” (I made myself write today, here have my extremely thorough Koyanskaya theory.)

I’ve been totally stuck on this dumb Hello Kitty mobile game, too, Hello Sweet Days. My friend code there is djg2db. I’m not a whale, I just look like one, I swear. Sanrio is Japanese WDC and is therefore evil. Fuck Disney, btw.

Idk why Hello Sweet Days looks so weird when screenshots are saved to my comp when they were fine everywhere else but okay. Hello Sweet Days is a Sanrio-property qt outfit collector/community game someone else got me hooked on. Code is djg2db.

And Granblue Fantasy is Granblue Fantasy. Which I still suck at. Use my support summons or do miserable 6D raids with me while I attempt to uncap Siete again. ID is 30825282.

Obligatory FGO Update

I have couple spaces on NA. If you want me to change supports for events etc, I have an extremely thorough Chaldea. Bug me via DMs here or on Twitter when you add me:

I have more spaces on JP because my account is still a sad sack. Again, bug me via DMs here or on Twitter when you add me:

Thorough update on all my Grailed servants because I have nobody to show off to:

Okay but will you ever exist again, 2D?

On here? Not sure. But I’m definitely not gone everywhere just yet. Come find me. :)

#novelelitist #nobody asked literally #update on existence #fgo supp code #cope

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 2 years

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To be fair tho, any kind of line up woulda likely been mucked up by covid happening right in the middle of stuff, and some projects would likely be delayed farther than others; I'm still annoyed with hope atlus has been handling things, but figured to bring up the elephant in the room

Fair, but....the game came out in 2016. The muck up would've 1) not been till 2020, 2) parts of the muck up would've been overseas people rather than just JPN (aka what happened to Strikers). Regardless, it's 4 years before shit goes sideways and they didn't plan that well.

And....I ended up ranting (my frustrations with Atlus not you). Ok so like I agree with you, the C word that shall not be named did screw a lot of things up, but remember this was going on years before that. And if things got mucked up cause of C? That's fine, it's not Atlus' fault. But they failed to plan before that was a thing so I'mma say a few words about it:

We got P5 (2016), then we had to wait two whole freaking years for an anime (2018) and for....a crossover cash grab spinoff of another (2) game(s depending on if you got the triple pack or not) that current gen/new fans aren't able to play, along with the fact they forget the events by the end (ignoring the lack of any gd plot). Then it's followed by (later 2018)......ANOTHER crossover two the same two games new people probably don't know, with them forgetting the events at the end, on top of it ONLY being on a dying console. We're doing....fantastic so far, great job Altus. Was that shitty cash grab worth it? >.>

So we wasted two whole years post P5, and the first games outta the gate are........a waste. I'mma be honest, they are a waste. They're aren't unnecessary, I mean Atlus wasted them. Wasted their opportunity, their potential, timing. All wasted. It shows in the sales of these two(/three/four....depending on if you count P4D and if you group P3D with P5D) poor games.

Then 3 years after P5's release....we get a fucking remake. An....."enhanced re-release"....................are you shitting me? Three years. A rerelease. On the same....console. The SAME console. *inhales* Why? WHY???? No. Why? Why NOW Atlus? Tell me why, NOW.

"Oh Silly calm down-" No, no I'm very annoyed with Atlus I will not. Tell me Atlus, what was the point? What. Was. The. Point?

*rubs temples* No cause you see. Let's look at the P4 spinoffs. I know they aren't perfect! I'm not trying to say they are! But they have something that Post P5 releases are lacking. Spoiler: It's a brain and planning. But let's break that down! (gonna have a rough timeline, gonna try to be accurate in my short time)

P4 (July 2008) came out, Atlus wasn't in the best financial situation. P4 sold pretty well.

P1 PSP (April 2009), new port, Atlus still not in the best situation. (I think this sold decently)

P3P (Nov 2009), new port, still not in the best financial situation, P3P sold pretty well.

P2IS PSP (April 2010), still not in the best financial situation

P4 anime begins (Oct 2010), Atlus is bought by Index, anime starts it's run.

P4 Arena arcade ver (March 1, 2012), is doing well, coinciding with the anime as hype builds. It's helping to hype up the anime and P4G.

P4 anime ends (March 30, 2012), anime ends it's run, it's a big success. Between this and Index they are doing better. The anime helped hype up P4G and Arena.

P3 FES on US PSN for PS3 (April 2012)

P2 EP PSP (May 2012), new port, released only in Japan, not doing great (but we dunno how well the PS1 psn port did). Focus on new P4 remake and first sequel spinoff.

P4G (June 2012), new port, hype is building like crazy, sometime after this all Persona PSP games (plus PS1 P2 Ep for outside US) were release on vita as well.

P4 Arena console ver (July 2012), hype is building even more. New P4G girl isn't in game, fans are confused but between that and the initial Personas we kinda get what's going on (things clear up by Ultimax tho).

P stuido is formed (Oct 2012)

Ultimax arcade ver and First P3 movie air (Nov 2013): builds mystery left by Arena. Same month PQ1 and P5 (coming winter 2014! jksldfsaklaj *wheeze*) are announced. PQ1 announcement shows Marie and things start to make more sense (or less sense).

P4 PS2 ver on US PSN for PS4 (April 2014)

PQ1 and Second P3 movie air (June 2014), new game, sells really well.

P4G anime begins (July 2014), it was hyping people prior to the run. Around this time Marie has her own Ultimax commercial (so at least by this time we know she is gonna show up in Ultimax, maybe prior to this time we knew I didn't dig THAT deep, but we know the whole Arena thing she was just..."absent" and that mystery is figured out).

Ultimax console ver (Aug 2014)

P4G Anime ends (Sept 2014)

Third P3 movie air (April 2015)

P4D (June 2015)

Fourth/Final P3 movie air (Jan 2016)

P5 (Sept 2016)

Ok we got a rough timeline, these are all JPN original dates mind you (in the US Ultimax came out before PQ1 iirc but we are going off of the original releases). Obvie excluding the PSN ports, I dunno if/what dates the JPN ones for PSN were (if that was even the case). We are also ignoring the other Megaten games, I know Atlus was working on other stuff at the time, but there was a mini Persona team prior to P studio (they worked on other stuff at times but still), if anything it's more amazing hey could do a lot of stuff and better than after P studio was formed (at least.....*glares* Post P5).

So as you can see, after P4's release, Atlus focused on porting the older games. Which was a good move, P4 on PS2 did do pretty well so might as well introduce fans to the older games, no? And putting it on the PSP was a good move imo. PS1 games are backwards compatible on PS2 games, PSP was popular in Japan (so was the Vita if what I remember reading was correct, Japan....only...remember.... orz)....might as well spread to a larger audience no?

Soon after we have it’s first sequel game along with an anime. Both paired well, as they hyped each other up. With the anime having the most influence, as it caused P4MC’s name to be referred to as Yu (iirc, less so his personality in this since iirc the name they decided to go with came after writing). But it turned out that the previous port games would have an extra benefit. 1) It got fans refamiliarize with P3 chars for you know...the crossover game. 2) It reintroduced old P1/2 concepts (the one that always stands out to me are fake Shadow selves). Another great thing about the anime and Arena, is that it helped anime fans easily transition to the gaming side with Arena (so it easily served as a sequel to game only fans AND anime only fans).

Then we have the P3 movies, and now Atlus decides to take more of what they learned with Yu, and plan accordingly. They decided to try to adopt some more of the anime (well...movie) adaptation of P3 into PQ1 (specifically movie 2, esp since it was released close to PQ1). The movies made it easier for the anime only fans to get into PQ1 as well!

So far everything is synergizing well! We have refreshers, we have anime and game fandoms crossing over and overlapping, we have games that’s easy to follow from either the games or the animes!

Oh and this isn’t even talking about how the games lead into each other and synergize!

First, P4G introduces Marie, while she is missing from Arena (development timing reasons), but hey she’s a new girl that appears in other games! For once..... *Silly said both sad and bitterly*..... *sobs* But then we get to the games. While it’s cool for DramaCD fans to notice Labby and Kikuno, what’s really cool is the continuity with the later games. Arena gives us a few mysteries. Who is the eerie voice? Who is the malevolent entity? Who is Labby’s mom? And maybe even “why do the P3/4 kids trust each other/get along so easily” (tbh I never question it but hey it makes sense to question it so 8U). These questions are answered with two later games, one of which we didn’t know was a sequel: PQ1 and Ultimax. PQ1 and Ultimax have a lot of call back/forward (depends on which order you played them in) references, and they for the most part answer everything. Who is Labby’s “mom?” It’s Rei most likely. Both died from an incurable (at the time) disease, the timing and the similarities are too hard to ignore. That, and along with “why do the P3/4 kids get along so easily” is because they already did interact before, which makes them striving so hard to save Labby make it so much more interesting. They saved the mom, and now it’s time to save the daughter...in a sense. Then we get to Ultimax, and the two new mysteries are new....original chars BUT! Narratively they are pretty interesting.

Eerie voice, aka Sho, serves as a shadow archetype to Labby, Yu, and Adachi. Both him and Labby are mirrored color wise, and both have a similar background of rage and fighting (and issues with bonds, Sho wanting to reject while Labby.....it’s complicated). Adachi and him have a similarity of rejecting people. And with Yu it’s a reflection of what Yu could’ve been without a friend.

Kagu takes some good notes outta Nyarly’s handbook. Yes it sucks it wasn’t Nyaly, but hey at least he’s not a freaking mess like Yaldy (who tries to copy both Nyarly and Izanami’s plans when....they contradict but now’s not the time). And hey, if you played the P2 ports (either on the PSP or Vita) you’d see the parallels! And that is really cool and it def gets people speculating! He does do a good job, I think most people are just salty on the fact it wasn’t Nyarly, which is fair, but hey he was a destructive boi.

But then these lead into P4D. Ultimax’s......foil. While Ultimax (and Arena) were all about fighting, P4D lacks fighting. Ultimax you were banned until you fought, P4D you are banned from fighting. Sho/Ultimax/Kagu is about rejecting bonds and want for solitude, P4D(/Yuko/Mikura) is craving a want for bonds even if it means forcing them.

And....what does this all mean? It means Post P4 era releases had layers. They synergized, there was a reason to the madness. Either to get fans to crossover, to familiarize fans with the older entries because they were going to use something from it, and it utilized some spinoff/remake only characters for future spinoff releases (Labby/Theo/Marie....and later Hamu and Sho! with Motoko and her whole shtick being a reference). Nothing was wasted. Nothing felt like a waste. There was meaning.

What has P5 brought me? Nothing.

Big mystery? The only thing is Jose and that’s just left to the way side.

Spinoff/port chars? Don’t make me laugh. Doubt we’ll see more of Hikari (I’d be happy if we did tho!). Sumi/Jose/Maruki and even Goro are nowhere to be found outside of PQ2 and P5/R. Lord help me if Ichinose and Sophia don’t return.

Strong theme or connections? SNNNNNRRRK DLKJFSAKL;F *WHEEZE* FLKDJAFSFS AHAHAHAHAHAHA FKLDJSAL; *WHEEZE* HAHAHA HA....haha...haaaaaaaa.... Good one. Ok ok tbf, P5(/3)D, PQ2, and Royal all had one thing in common. The word “dream” came up one way or another. I don’t remember P5S saying that word tho. But each dream was different. P3/5D was a dream. PQ2 it was seen as a dream by Hamu (and Hikari?), I know Hamu was sleeping and “woke up” at the end of PQ2. Royal? uhhhh that whole “I stole their dream” blah, it was a connection I made prior to Royal coming out cause of that trailer (so my brain goes to that rather than if/where it appears elsewhere in the game). P5R and P5S (and anime?) do have the same gem things but.....whoop dee do? They don’t do anything with it.

Structure? See above, making us wait for the first actual sequel, and has us deal with 2 crossover spinoffs that didn’t have proper ports of older games, and then we have to have an unnecessary enhanced rerelease.

Post P5 games have nothing that made the P4 era work. And it really required a bare min of effort.

They release P5? Well guess what was around then. Devs ported their PS1/2 classics to PS4 under a digital only thing. They could’ve easily just ported P3/4 PS2 vers on there. Maybe even P1/2 PS1! Just do that and then the Dancing spinoffs (and maybe PQ2). “But what about the other consoles?” What about them? At this point P5 is only on PS3 and PS4. PS3 is easily covered, PS4 is where it needs covering. Worry about the other console/PC ports later. “Well what about remakes/remasters” Who says you can’t do both? Some fans want both, some fans will buy both even if they don’t want both (they’ll buy the old cause that’s all there is, but then will want the new one). FF7 did both, released the PS1 ver on PSN and then did a remake. That’s fine! I bought both! And I’m def not shy to rebuying Persona games multiple times! Regardless they needed to do this, not only would it cover PS4, but it also cover PS5 owners too (not that they’d know that but.... 8U)

It probs would’ve def helped P3/5D sales! ....I mean what really could’ve helped them is by being good games that deserved that price tag, but I have to work with what I got.

I just....I dunno. The P4 era was a lot of fun, partially because we had a lot to speculate on! Not just in the game we were getting but how they could connect! And that includes the lead up to P5! It was so much fun speculating on the spinoffs and P5!

But.......I think the only one that did that was PQ2 and Royal.....and that was mostly cause of Hamu (it’s the eye shape and eye lashes, that’s why Sumi reminds me of Hamu so much lskdjf;a). Sadly, speculation be damned, we get nothing in terms of a long and fleshy mystery like Arena gave us. We just have “who is Jose working for” and that’s it. Which is fine I like that mystery but....WE HAVE NOTHING! They’ve given us nothing related to that. *sobs*

My best theory atm is Labby and Sho are gonna play a role in some upcoming game. And the next game announced is grey/silver looking so it’s either P1 or P6 or a new spinoff/other game. Calling what Atlus has given me “crumbs” is far too generous of a word. ;w;

(don’t get me wrong I do want ports, ports to all the systems! but Atlus needed to think a bit better. Port to PS4 first then worry about the other stuff later! I know I’m PS trophy biased, but I’d say the same thing about Xbox/PC/Nintendo.....tho sadly I know their hands are probs tied for PQ stuff orz)

God I tried typing this fast. I’mma head off to bed, yeah let’s just end it here. orz

#silly talks #persona salt #p5 salt #persona 5 salt #god i was trying soooo hard to type this fast ;w;#hey atlus why haven't we gotten an arena/ultimax/pq1/pq2 anime yet?#why havent we gotten a pq2 manga yet?#why don't you love me atlus?#why do you hate your fans atlus?#2018 was probs the best year for P5 #cause they got an anime and 2 spinoffs #now were they good? hahaha 8U

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fizzingwizard · 3 years

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So... while episode 47 is far from spectacular, there were a few things I personally really liked about it X’D Even so, there’s not a lot to say about it. It is An Episode Of Digimon Adventure:. I’m not really sure what it’s meant to tell us (if anything... it feels more like someone was told “just write something fun for this week”). I would like to get back to the plot now, please. But, I really loved this week’s guest star!

Pic of the day:

Hikari sleeping against Sora gives me all the warm fuzzies.

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It’s night and everyone’s sleeping, except Taichi, who’s been woken by Agumon after discovering that Jou and Gomamon are not there. They go on a search for them, because after all, it’s Jou and Gomamon :P

They come across a water fountain and this guy, Nohemon. Nohemon seems to be a scarcrow/lone ranger hybrid Digimon lol. His face is this popular doodle in Japan which is made of hiragana characters:

I doodled this all the time in school lol

The bird is the one who appears to speak, so at first I thought the bird puppet is the real Digimon and the scarecrow is just like another limb lol. But later on in the episode they do act separately a little. Sometimes the scarecrow seems to need the bird’s help to move, other times he’s fine as is... So if they’re two-in-one or one-in-two Idk. But I really loved him. He’s super my style lol. I might even like him (design-wise) more than Wizardmon!

Precious baby boy

Nohemon is able to tell Taichi that Jou and Gomamon were captured by two different Digimon gangs and taken off separately. Taichi and Agumon split up as well to go rescue them. Nohemon’s instantly like “child what do you expect to do on your own you don’t shoot flames or cause earthquakes you dont even fly smh” and tags along

he also refers to Taichi as 小僧 (somewhere between “boy” and “brat” lol) which Taichi does not appreciate

The damsel is distressed

We also find out - I guess we probably already knew but I forgot it - that Digimon can communicate with their partners via digivice when separated, even though they don’t have their own digivice. But, they are digital, so...

While Jou is freaking out, Gomamon puts on a smart-aleck air and talks circles around his captors. Then he tells them he’s doing an impression of Jou. Lol. Gomamon for president

Nohemon reveals that the water fountain used to be a proper spring, until the data flux from the human world changed it into a water fountain and incited the gangs to come and take over. Nohemon tried to fight back but his wooden arm got injured. Gotta say, Digimon made of wood are not having a great track record in this season...

he’s soooo cute I looooove this Digimon

lol it’s finally a Taichi episode and I don’t even care, I just like Nohemon, bahahahahaha, perfection is a scarecrow

(I totally vibe with scarecrow!Fiyero btw. Elphaba agrees he can get it)

Taichi reaches the gang’s lair where Jou narrowly avoids being flattened by Tyrannomon. Also, um... it looks like his hands are not actually bound?? Why is he holding them like that if he doesn’t have to pfffftb

Meanwhile Agumon lit just skips past the guards as he goes to rescue Agumon lol he’s completely carefree

Nohemon tries to shoot an arrow but his broken arm can’t handle it, so Taichi steps in.

Taichi: Let me shoot!

Nohemon: What you think it works like that? This takes years of practice and strength training.

Taichi: It’ll be fine

Nohemon: You’ll shoot your eye out kid

Taichi: But I’ll look really cool doing it

Under Nohemon’s instruction, Taichi is able to shoot the container of water in the gang’s lair, somehow making it immediately break and flood the area.

Nohemon: Well done!

Me: dID WE JUST DROWN JOU????

Apparently not xD But it was a close thing. Taichi lit has to jump in the water to get him even tho they don’t appear wet. Also, in this episode Taichi refers to Jou as “senpai” the whole time. I guess that’s the case for the whole season, it’s just so rare that they call each other by name that I didn’t much notice. In 99, many characters called Jou senpai because that’s what he is and it’s polite, but Taichi and Yamato never did. In Yamato’s case, the novel says it’s because he didn’t know Jou was older xD Taichi... I guess 99 Taichi was just a brat ahahah

Agumon blithely rescues Gomamon who hitches a ride on his head. #bestteamup

Our heroes then battle both gangs at once. Each gang has a diminutive mini boss calling the shots. It’s ridic. And Taichi finally falls off Greymon’s head!

Yaaaaaaaah I’ve been waiting for this

Nohemon rescues Taichi and then attempts to shoot another arrow. When his broken arm can’t do it, Taichi reaches up and offers his own shoulder for support.

It’s honestly a shame the story for this episode isn’t better, because I seriously love Nohemon and would have loooooved to see a sort of bromance here or like Taichi becomes Nohemon’s adoptive son or something bahahahaha. No I really woulda loved it. Too bad it’s just filler.

the eye gleam omggggg

They win by shooting yet another Digimon in the mouth x’D this show is so weird

then Taichi and Nohemon go around rescuing their enemies and the Digimon are so impressed that they immediately give up being in gangs and elect Nohemon their new king. Not really... I mean, he’s the lone ranger type, so I guess he’s just gonna be around surveying things peacefully... but the point is everyone likes him and is gonna do what he says.

Ending card.

So yeah. Nothing special, as episodes go. I just personally loved Nohemon. And was happy to see Taichi do some action. But this episode is very forgettable. Oh well.

Next week though... Mugendramon! That could mean big things. We had some Thoughts about Mugendramon in the past... Could be plotty stuff at work. Can’t wait!

#digimon adventure:#digimon adventure 2020 #digimon psi #digimon reboot #digi spoilers #fizz watches digimon 2020 #digimon

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feminaexlux · 3 years

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Chartreux

This is from Lukanette February 2020 (which feels like years ago at this point, doesn't it?). I wanted to repost it as a whole story because I went back and re-read some of my old stuff that I posted separately and I'd like to share it again :)

Enjoy! AO3 chapter link

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Plagg floated in front of Adrien. "Kid, you're sick. How are you gonna be Chat Noir if you're delirious?"

"Ladybug needs me," Adrien groaned. Last time he checked his temperature it was around 39c. "She… she shouldn't handle the akuma on her own!"

"She'll be fine," Plagg sighed. "Get some rest! Take a nap, you'll feel better after."

Adrien frowned. "No, I need to help her. Plagg, claws ou-!" He coughed. It was a hoarse, lung-bruising cough. "Oww."

"Eww, gross," Plagg complained. "Humans are so disgusting."

"Ladybug needs backup…" Adrien sighed. "If she gets caught it's game over, Plagg. Hawkmoth wins and everyone loses!"

"She's got plenty of other helpers, Adrien! You gotta relax."

"No, it's dangerous because Hawkmoth knows who they are! She needs Chat Noir."

"Ugh, fiiiine. Leave it to me, again, to save the day," Plagg griped.

Adrien smiled. "I knew you'd come around. Plagg, claws-!" Plagg threw a pillow at Adrien and knocked him backward into his bed. Adrien immediately passed out.

"Knocked over by a feather. You sure woulda been useful to Ladybug like that." Plagg huffed and floated over to Adrien's hand, gingerly pulling off the Miraculous. "I gotta find Ladybug's other boyfriend," the little kwami sighed.

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Luka Couffaine was watching the livestream of the latest akuma through his phone. For some reason Ladybug was fighting the twin gorgons by herself and Chat Noir was nowhere to be seen, which worried everyone. Hopefully Chat Noir was alright… it wasn't like him to let Ladybug handle everything by herself.

Suddenly a wide silver ring dropped into his lap. Luka's immediate impulse was to look up and find who dropped it, but he wasn't able to see anyone or anything that might have possibly done it. There was a voice in his head that told him to put it on, but he wasn't going to start wearing someone else's prized just put it on you blockhead

What?

for gouda's sake just put the darn ring on kid

Okay. The ring was talking to him. Luka reluctantly put it on. Plagg appeared before him. "Finally. I'm Plagg, kwami of Destruction, you're gonna be using me today to help Ladybug. Your power is Cataclysm and after you use it you only got 5 minutes to wrap it up. Once you guys have won hand me over to Ladybug and it'll alllll be done and I can finally get a nap. You got it?"

Luka breathed out the breath he hadn't known he held in. "You're Chat's kwami. That's why he's not dealing with the akuma right now."

"Smart kid, you've already figured it out. You get to be Chat Noir today. But maybe you should call yourself something else. How about Chartreux? Transformation phrase is Claws Out, detransformation is Claws In. Got it? Let's go already."

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Ladybug had already used her Lucky Charm and… she wasn't able to figure out which of the two gorgons had the akumatized object in time. She kept having to dodge the petrification beams from two akumas (though she was sure one was a sentimonster clone), and her Lucky Charm had been a guitar pick! She had no idea what to do with it. Actually, scratch that, she knew Tikki or the Lucky Charm wanted her to reach out to Viperion, but… that was dangerous. Hawkmoth knew Luka was Viperion, so she'd try her best without his help right now. But where the heck was that cat?! "Chaaaat, I really could use your help right now!" She yelled out to no one in particular.

A dark figure landed nearby. "Sorry, Ladybug," said a familiar voice that was not Chat Noir's. "Chat's out of commission today, but… I'm his substitute." A tall figure in Chat's outfit - no, it was kind of… spikier? and dark gray? - spoke to Ladybug, spinning the baton to create a shield to block the petrification beams. Oh no. What happened? "I'm… Chartreux."

"Ummmm, hi," Ladybug said. "Well, if you're on my side then I'm glad to have you." She looked him over more closely when she had a chance. Taller, black fluffy hair with green tips instead of all blond, and he had black earrings? Earrings? Oh no. She knew his voice sounded familiar. Oh no. She'd know those lips and that jawline from anywhere since she spent so long staring at them as Marinette. Oh no.

"I got some explanation of things, so… I'll try my best."

Ladybug had to make a mental note that Chat!Luka was going to be very, very distracting.

Teddy Bear

Ladybug sighed heavily as her earrings kept beeping. She gave Chartreux a rundown of everything she saw with Madusa (times two, ugh) and what she was attacking (seemed like mostly other girls? Yikes). Ladybug gave her thoughts on how she might have been a jilted girl(friend) with Valentine's Day coming around the corner and Chartreux gave a lopsided smirk.

Dang it stop doing that Luka, she thought, staring at his lips again. She shook her head to focus. "Chat… I mean Chartreux, I'm so sorry but I have to recharge. I really hate to leave you alone like this but…"

"It's alright, Ladybug. I understand. I'll try to distract them and lead them away from civilians."

She put a hand on his arm and squeezed. For encouragement. "Good plan, thank you. I'll be back as soon as I can. Alright, bug out!"

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Marinette detransformed behind a building and watched Chat!Luka leap away surprisingly gracefully from the building they had just been on top of. She was fascinated at how… fluid everything looked with him. He was kind of a natural at strategically using his baton as an impromptu high-bar to swing himself between spaces and levels while keeping buildings between him and the Madusas for cover.

"MARINETTE!" Tikki yelled, apparently not for the first time. "Marinette?"

"Oh! Oh gosh, Tikki! I'm sorry."

"We have to figure out which one is the sentimonster first. I think we need to separate them and find out where the amok is."

"Alright, good idea, Tikki! Let me see if I can find a safe place." Marinette ran toward the end of the alleyway and ducked her head out to take a quick scan and nearly got hit by a beam. "Whoa!!!"

Unfortunately, it appeared that while Chat!Luka was able to get the attention of one of the Madusas and lead her away, the other one kept circling back to the apparent epicenter of the akumatization. That gave Marinette an idea. She was looking around for cover when she felt an arm around her waist and yelped as she was pulled sideways.

"Marinette, what are you doing here?!" Chartreux yelled, stumbling a little but recovering when she turned to face him and threw her arms around him reflexively.

"Ch-Chat?! Wait, what?!" While Chat!Luka was making an abrupt quarter turn, Marinette got further pressed into him as he made a braking maneuver against a wall and then launched them into an adjoining alleyway. It happened so fast she got slightly dizzy. "Whoa," she moaned.

"Marinette?! Sorry, I'm much faster than I thought I'd be," Chartreux said apologetically.

"It's okay, L–CHAT–I mean! Wh-who are you?"

Chartreux snickered a little. "Just a friend," he winked. "Let's get you somewhere safe."

That was what Marinette had been trying to do… She noticed something in the corner of her eye and turned her head, spotting the wax museum. "Um! Can you drop me off there?" She pointed her arm and directed his line of sight. Chat!Luka slowed down and pulled her in tight against him, weaving around the two streams of the petrifying lasers from both Madusas when they spotted the hero running across the street.

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Adrien woke up a bit less headachey than when he went to sleep, and he groaned sitting up on his bed. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. There was something… different about things, but he shrugged and assumed it felt off because he was sick. He sighed and got to his couch, turning on the television. He was hardly paying attention until he heard Nadja Chamack talking about Chat Noir rescuing a civilian and how Ladybug was missing.

He blinked his bleary eyes. "Plagg?" There wasn't a response. "PLAGG?!" He was suddenly wide awake and stood up a bit too quickly, getting lightheaded and dizzy. He fell back to his couch and looked at a close-up shot of "Chat Noir" and the civilian. That "Chat Noir" was… taller? And That "Chat Noir" was holding Adrien's favorite civilian Marinette Dupain-Cheng up against himself (pretty intimately, Adrien thought irritably) while heading away from the akumas. Maybe Adrien was hallucinating. Yeah, that was it, this was all just a bad fever dream.

The Real Chat Noir needed to go help Ladybug right away.

Adrien stumbled back to his bed in his exhausted state and pulled off the covers off of a lump on his bed, assuming he'd find the kwami settled in like the lazy cat he was. Instead Adrien found a teddy bear with a heart pillow, inscribed with a "Feel Better Soon ❤️".

Letters

If the Madusas were turning people into stone, then running through the wax museum where the "people" there were already immobile seemed to be a good plan. That had been the thought process running through Marinette's mind before she realized that she and Chartreux needed to evacuate the real people inside. Luckily Chartreux was already on that as soon as they opened the doors, directing people to go down to the subway, goodness bless that boy.

Marinette helped him as much as she could while she kept trying to lose him in the evacuating crowd to duck out and transform back into Ladybug. Of course of all the people the black cat Miraculous could have gone to, it went to Luka Couffaine, who ten times out of ten could find Marinette in the chaos. Marinette had counted.

"Chat-um-whatever, could you let me go? Don't I need to go hide?!" Marinette yelled at Chartreux, who had unabashedly let his tail wrap around her ankle to keep tabs on her.

"I know you're brave, Marinette, but you don't hide, you keep throwing yourself into danger as soon as I turn my back so I'm going to personally drop you off at home. Good idea on using the wax museum, though."

"But I can get Ladybug!" Marinette groaned.

Chartreux's ears twitched with irritation as he glared at her. "Ladybug's going to get here on her own, you don't need to-" Marinette saw one ear rotate backward and Chartreux ran, pulling Marinette along with him after taking her hand. The twin gorgons burst into the museum and started using their beams on the wax figures. They were temporarily confused when no one turned into stone.

Once they got their bearings, the twin gorgons ran in the same direction they saw Chartreux and Marinette run. The hero and civilian pair had hidden behind a relatively large dupe of Horrificator and were able to sneak past the Madusas into a staff locker room. "Well, I think I can hide here, at least," Marinette sighed.

"Can't say it's too comfortable, but it's better than nothing," Chartreux reluctantly agreed, opening a large locker for Marinette. "Sorry. I guess I should have taken you home first." Both Marinette and Chartreux heard one of the Madusas walk closer and try to open the door. Marinette made a split second decision and pulled Chartreux in the locker with her and closed it behind them.

The Madusa broke down the door and prowled in, scanning the room. She sniffed, annoyed at finding nothing of value, and left. When Chartreux heard the gorgon's footsteps fade away he burst out of the locker, red-faced and stammering out a hasty "S-sorry!"

He was about a full head taller than she was, so when they crammed into the locker he ended up occupying way more of her personal space than either of them expected. He pressed himself into the furthest corner away from her but his head still ended up on her shoulder and his arm braced against her and her legs in between his. He kept thinking how he was getting kind of hungry because she smelled like freshly baked bread and warm apple pie and man was he ever getting distracted by the fact that Marinette Dupain-Cheng had pulled him in by the collar and now her hands were in his hair because they had nowhere else to go?

He stayed hidden with Marinette for several long seconds after the Madusa had left, ostensibly to make sure the akuma/sentimonster was far enough away, but maybe some part of him just kinda liked being held by Marinette.

"I'm sorry! I just pulled you in i-i-it was my fault so, so sorry," Marinette apologized back, also pretty embarrassed but fighting back a smirk at finding Chat!Luka so flustered. "I'll s-stay here and be out of your way, promise!"

Chartreux blew out a breath, composing himself, and nodded. "Stay safe. I mean it, Marinette, no heroics. That's my job."

She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Good luck," she giggled, closing the locker. Chartreux went red again, slightly taken aback, but then he chuckled to himself and turned to leave.

"Marinette, you're teasing the poor boy," Tikki giggled.

"I think we're both enjoying it," Marinette giggled back. "Are you ready, Tikki?" The little kwami nodded. "Alright, Spots On!"

Ladybug stepped out of the locker and called her Lucky Charm. She got a pack of fridge magnet alphabet letters? What was she going to do with that?

Composition

It was actually a pretty straightforward plan. Chartreux and Ladybug ran in opposite directions and the twin gorgons split up to chase the both of them. The heroes lead them into the same room at opposite ends, Ladybug tied them up together with her yoyo, Chartreux Cataclysm'd the floor and the Madusas got caught hanging upside down. The magnets caught the Madusa's dislodged necklace and pen before they fell into the molten hot wax.

Amok and akuma were dealt with, the akuma victim reassured, and the Miraculous Ladybugs deployed. The heroes bumped fists and called out "Bien Joué!"

Ladybug's earrings beeped and Chartreux stopped her from running off. "Wait! Plagg said I needed to give you the ring."

"Plagg said what?!"

Chartreux raised an eyebrow. "I'm supposed to give you Chat Noir's ring back."

"I… I-I don't know who Chat Noir is, actually," Ladybug laughed uneasily. "I'm not sure who to give it back to! How did you get the ring?"

"Really?" Both of Luka's eyebrows rose. "It… just dropped into my lap. What should I do?"

Ladybug's earrings beeped again. "Umm. I-I guess keep it? For now? I'll ask my kwami what I should do. Anyway, thank you for your help! I gotta run!"

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Marinette yelped as Chartreux opened the locker she was hiding in. "Wow," he laughed. "You actually stayed safe."

"I-is it over?" Marinette asked.

"Yeah. I wanted to make sure you were alright." Chartreux extended a hand and helped Marinette get out of the locker and onto her feet. "I also said I was going to personally drop you off at home."

"You did!" Marinette giggled. "That would be great!"

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Chartreux landed softly on Marinette's balcony with her in a bridal carry.

"You definitely know who I am because I definitely didn't tell you where my house is, and I still don't have your name," Marinette laughed.

Chartreux hummed. "I don't know if I'll be coming back as a hero so I don't think it matters if you know my name. I promise I am a friend though." He let Marinette down and she kissed him on the cheek. "Careful, you don't know if Alya's nearby taking pictures and you don't want to give the boy you like the wrong idea."

Marinette blinked. "The boy I like?"

"Adri-" "Luka?" Chat!Luka and Marinette said respectively, at the same time.

Chartreux was taken aback and flushed. "I think I'm giving him the right idea," Marinette giggled. "Your ring is beeping, by the way."

"Oh. Really? I mean. Right. Thanks. I'm… gonna go." He turned away awkwardly, still flushed.

"Chartreux?" Chat!Luka spun back in surprise. Marinette went up on her toes and kissed him. "Thanks for helping out today. You did a great job."

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Chartreux detransformed in a quiet alleyway and Luka made his way home in a daze. Luka barely heard Plagg complain the lack of camembert and about how the Guardian should know who Chat Noir was and how the kwami apparently needed to do things himself and to haul the ring back across all of Paris and how much of a pain it was.

Luka got back onto the houseboat and went to his room and sat on his bed. Plagg had noticed that the boy was more or less unresponsive and sighed, deciding to hide in Luka's jacket pocket. Luka finally shook his head to get his bearings and looked around him, pulling out a blank sheet of music staff paper.

He was pretty sure Marinette knew he was Chartreux. He was pretty sure Marinette just let him know she was Ladybug.

He had some brand new music to compose.

Noir & Gris

"I hear that you're a big fan of Chat Gris," Adrien smirked as he leaned into his right hand, silver ring glinting off the sunlight that streamed into their classroom. "You and the Chat Noir from last week had a moment it seems!" He gave Marinette a sly wink.

"A-Adrien!" Marinette squeaked, turning red. "Shhh!!!" Marinette had already had to tamp down all the rumors around her and "Chat Gris" as they called him. Alya had been nearby and she did take pictures and of course one of the pictures was of Marinette when she kissed Chat!Luka. (How did that girl even get that angle?!) Alya thankfully had only shared it with Marinette… and then the rest of the girls, after Marinette had been too embarrassed to deny anything about it.

"I think you may be a cat person after all, Marinette," Adrien laughed.

"How did you find out?!" Marinette stage-whispered. "Alya promised not to show anyone else!"

"It wasn't Alya, I promise. I had my very own informant. But interesting detail, you have a picture?"

"I'm sure not showing you!" Marinette huffed.

"That's alright!" Adrien laughed. "Well, since you seemed to be so familiar with Chat Gris and Chat Noir, I was wondering what you thought of Gris versus Noir?" Adrien had leaned in further, intensely focused on Marinette.

Marinette blinked at him. "Uh… they were both… good."

"Really? You didn't miss anything about Chat Noir?"

"Well, I mean, both Chats were very… nice. They saved me from the akumas. I guess Chat Noir is… um. More of a jokester?"

"I'm hearing Chat Noir is more fun," Adrien smiled. "But go on."

"You have some weird selective hearing there," Marinette said. "Anyway I mean, I don't really have anything else to say?"

"Aww, too bad. I'm jealous, Marinette. You got to hang out with two different versions of the same hero!" And kissed both, but she wasn't going to mention that.

"Getting caught up in the akuma attacks is not something I'd call ‘hanging out', Adrien." Marinette rolled her eyes. "But they were cool."

"Do you think you'd wanna see Chat Gris again? Instead of Chat Noir?" Adrien asked, way softer than he spoke before.

"Hmm, I like Chat Noir. I think Chat Noir is great at being Chat Noir. Ladybug and Paris would miss him terribly if he wasn't going to show up anymore. I liked Gris and he helped everyone out really well, but I think Chat Noir is who Paris loves."

Adrien blushed. "Well, it's nice of you to say that. Chat Noir seems like a great guy, whoever he is under the mask."

Marinette smiled. "I think so too."

#rating G #fxl fic #lukanette endgame #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #chat!luka #lukanette #endgame lukanette

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redrobin-detective · 4 years

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Everyone has a type

I’m trying to be better at quick stories so uh here.

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One minute Billy was standing outside of Beck’s Diner, feeling cold and hungry and wondering if a quick meal was worth the last few dollars he had when a feeling came over him. It was both familiar and completely alien and from one breath to the next, he was somewhere entirely different. He blinked, Superman blinked back in confusion. There was Batman and Robin off to the side, Flash dropped a snack bar he’d been munching on in surprise, there were two Lanterns in sight and both of them were swearing. But mostly Billy focused on all the stars glittering from the windows and the lovely view of the Earth from the teleporter pad.

He was.... on the Watchtower. Wait a moment, he was on the Watchtower as Billy Batson. He went from slightly confused to panicking in moments.

“Who the hell is that? It’s some kid!”

“How did he get here?”

“You were supposed to grab Marvel! Who’s this!”

“Shit send him back!”

“We can’t send him back! We don’t know what happened! He could be a spy and report straight to the villains!”

“Son,” Clark (no it’s Superman, don’t say Clark then you’re really screwed, Batson) said gently but with a steely, cautious edge to his voice. He floated closer and Billy took a few stumbling steps back. Should he run? He wouldn’t get far with the fastest in the League, save Marvel of course, right here. What would he even do? He knew these hallways like he knew the back of his hand but he’s in the wrong body and he had no idea what to do and he was kind of freaking out a little bit. Okay maybe a lot. His anxiety must have been obvious, if not for the reasons they thought, because Clark’s expression softened just a bit. “It’s okay, we had a little mix-up but we’ll get this worked out.”

“Where am I?” he asked because that was the logical question anyone would ask.

“That’s classified,” one Lantern, John Stewart, said with a distrustful frown.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” Clark tried again, floating a little closer. “What’s your name? Where are you from?” Oh no way in hell did Bill want his name in their files.

“Fawcett City,” he murmured instead, still tamping down the instinct to run. He glanced over at the Bats who had yet to intervene. The newest Robin, a kid his age named Jason was looking at Billy like he was some kind of puzzle he couldn’t figure out. Bruce, as usual, was hard to read behind the mask.

“Well we got the right city at least,” Flash chuckled awkwardly. “You didn’t happen to see a flying man in a red suit, did you? Can shoot lightning, big smile, bigger heart?”

Oh they were trying to get Marvel, made sense, it was just very, very bad news for his secret identity and overall mental health. He heard some of the others whispering to each other, going over the transporter and wondering what could have gone wrong. Pretty soon, they were going to draw together some very uncomfortable facts and his identity was going to be exposed. No one would ever take him seriously again, he’d be out of the League, lose all his friends and-

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw black and realized the Dark Knight had snuck up on him without noticing. Normally he’s taller than Bruce but now the man towers over him and he has to wonder how there’s any crime left in Gotham if this guy protects it. Even worse, he was smiling.

“I believe we just had a simple misunderstanding,” Bruce (no, definitely Batman when he’s like this) said simply. “I’ll take Captain Marvel’s communicator back and we’ll send you back where you came from.” Billy’s mind went blank.

“We honed in on Cap’s comm,” Clark said with a frown before looking back at Billy, “but how does he have it?”

“A distracted hero, an enterprising and quick fingered boy and an opportunity too good to pass up,” Batman subtly looked over at his sidekick. “I’m familiar with the story.” Realization slammed into Billy, Bruce had recounted his first meeting with Jason at least a couple of times. He always had this soft smile on his face as he described coming back to find the Batmobile missing it’s tires and the bold street kid who’d lifted them. That was the same sort of smile he was wearing now.

“Are you saying this punk took Cap’s comm?” Hal said with a little laugh. “Man, you got balls kid targeting someone with the literal Gods on his side.”

“Uh,” was all Billy could say because what else could he do? They thought he was a thief! And that Cap was a bungling idiot who let a kid steal his equipment! He supposed that was better than them realizing their teammate was twelve and homeless. He wordlessly opened his jacket and deposited the comm into Batman’s waiting hand.

“He didn’t see you take it, did he?” Batman said casually, “he would have reported it missing if he had.”

“Uh,” Billy said again because this whole situation felt like an uncomfortable fever dream. Batman tucked the device into his case and loomed a little bit more.

“Do no take things from heroes again or you may find yourself with more than you can handle,” he growled before nodding at John to fire up the teleporter. “But keep up those skills and you might find yourself with a job one day.” As before, one moment Billy was staring down Batman and the next we was back in front of Beck’s Diner. An old lady with a dog startled when he appeared put of nowhere and hurriedly walked past. Bill looked down at his hands in confusion.

“What just happened?”

XxX

“Hey Cap,” Hal said in a sing song voice. “Lose something?” He continued holding up Marvel’s missing communicator. The parts of Billy inside the god rolled his eyes but on the outside, Marvel feigned surprise and took the device.

“I’ve been looking for this, wasn’t looking forward to asking Batman for a new one. Where did you find it?” Marvel asked, clipping it back on his belt.

“We were beaming you up for a mission debriefing and instead snagged a ratty Fawcett kid. Seems he nicked your comm while you weren’t looking, probably was gonna sell it or keep it as a souvenir until we accidentally kidnapped him.” Hal said with a wide grin. Wisdom of Solomon said the man was just teasing him and delighted to find a mistake in the otherwise godly reputation. Billy thinks he’s just kind of an ass in general. Or maybe he’s just a bit offended about Billy being called ratty.

“Well I’ll be sure to secure it better this time,” Marvel said, already wondering just how to prevent this from happening again.

“Yeah, be careful, Batman looked like he was ready to take the kid home with him,” Hal joked.

“Excuse me?” Marvel questioned.

“Bats was pretty impressed the kid was able to swipe the thing from you. If his other street kid sidekick hadn’t been standing right there, Bats probably woulda offered him a job right then and there,” Hal said with a laugh and a wave as he wandered off. Marvel just stood there wondering how close he got to having Wayne added to his name. This secret identity stuff really was getting to be a hassle.

#billy batson #dc #*cries* this was supposed to be short #stupid thought of 'hey if Billy has Caps devce they might think he stole it'#to which i realized 'hey isnt that how Bruce got Jay??'#and now B is making adoption eyes at another cheeky street kid #Jason is cranky the whole rest of the day #he just GOT here and now hes going to get replaced #later on the reveal comes out and B is sweating bc cheeky street kid AND hes a sweetheart A N D hes a superhero???#Bruce has a type and its cute but ballsy kids he can dote on

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a-solitary-marshmallow · 4 years

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Please Don’t See Me - Chapter 14/14

“FORD!”

The scientist in question snatched his hand back, just before the carnivorous plant he had been studying snapped at him with a second slime-coated mouth. A second mouth! It was located under the bulbous head’s primary maw, smaller but sharing the larger one’s distinctive jutting spines that seemed to function like teeth – hooked back to prevent prey from getting away. The infant plant was only as long as his forearm but when it was fully-grown the secondary mouth could easily be large enough to pick up small mammals from the forest floor, maybe even large raccoons or the occasional gnome.

Hmm. They might make for good pest control. Ford studied where the plant’s stem met the forest floor, trying to ascertain how deep the roots ran. If he could get his hands on a pair of good, sturdy gloves for protection he might be able to replant it in a pot and take it back to his lab for further testing. That would certainly be easier than trying to run tests on the fully-grown specimens dotting the forest. How old was this one, anyway? Ford pulled out his tape measure to record its size.

Stan slapped his hand away when it neared the hissing plant. “Don’t touch it! Didn’t you just say this thing was poisonous?”

“Venomous, not poisonous.” Ford corrected.

“You know what I mean.”

Ford waved away his brother’s concerns. “Don’t worry, it’s only a juvenile. Its venom hasn’t developed enough to do any damage. The worst it’ll do is itch.”

“I still wouldn’t be touching it if I were you.” Stan said doubtfully, hunkering down next to Ford to get a good look at the creature. The plant hissed and spat at them and generally made a nuisance of itself.

Ford smirked. “Look Stanley, it’s just as friendly as you are.”

“Hey!” Stan brandished a finger in Ford’s face. “I’m a friendly guy! Just not to weird-ass plants that try to bite my brother’s hand off.”

“It’s not like you didn’t try to bite my hand off when I reached for the ice cream yesterday.”

“Fuck you Ford, I called dibs and you know it.”

Ford rolled his eyes, reaching for the spade in his pack. He’d missed the easy banter between them. It had been missing during the whole Rebus fiasco, obviously; there was only so much sarcasm a wolf could convey through its eyes alone, and only so much a scientist could babble to his canine friend without it being… just sad. Even once the brothers had reconciled, Stan’s mind restored, Ford had worried that after nearly ten years apart the differences between them were far to great to bridge.

But in seemingly no time, Ford had fallen back quickly into the habit of trading quips and joking insults, laughs and rolled eyes and body language that sometimes spoke more than words. It felt far more natural than the forced conversations he’d attempted to make during his time in college. Ford had forgotten the comfort of having his brother nearby.

Of course, an adjustment period was necessary – perhaps made longer by the added factor of Stan readjusting to having a human shape. It was rather concerning, the number of times the man would forget to cook his food and instead tear into it raw and bloody. The first time that had happened Ford had been in the kitchen as well, and he’d stared with popping eyes as Stan nonchalantly sank his teeth into a raw steak.

Stan had hesitated, chewing slowly and swallowing before speaking in his gravelly voice, not bothering to wipe away a trail of blood rolling down his chin.

“…okay, yeah, I see what I did there.”

And of course, they were wildly different people who were bound to have disagreements. It had taken Ford quite some time to convince Stan that while they may argue, he was in no danger of losing his family again. He wouldn’t be sent away, punished or abandoned again. Not while Ford was still breathing.

The plant’s hiss brought him back to the moment. Ford frowned, considering his plan of action, before settling on the plain approach. They could simply carry the thing home.

“Can you get out one of the sample bags? I want to bring this specimen to my lab and they should be large enough to hold its roots.”

Stan rifled through the pack while Ford sized up the agitated plant. He would be able to dig up the roots if the darn thing would stay still! He would have to design some kind of muzzle appropriate for two mouths when they got it back to the house.

Ford made a lunge for the creature, trapping its stalk against the ground with one hand so it couldn’t bite him as he dug up its roots. The plant snapped at him fruitlessly. Ford quickly loosened up the soil enough to lift the whole thing and settle it roots-first in the awaiting sample bag.

Stan groused at having to carry the plant all the way home (one hand gripping behind its head, obviously, to stop it from biting). The whining was pretty unfair considering Stan had demanded to carry it so he could keep an eye on the snappish thing, but Ford supposed he could appreciate the intent.

(…on the other hand, that left Ford to carry the heavy pack. He was beginning to think that this wasn’t a purely altruistic move on Stan’s part.)

“When I took the job I didn’t realize ‘research assistant’ meant ‘gardener’.”

“I don’t pay you to whine, Stanley.”

“You don’t pay me.” Stan countered.

“Oh – don’t I?” Ford could have sworn he had been. Stan tended to handle the money so Ford had just… assumed that Stan was receiving some of it. He frowned. “Why don’t I pay you?”

“’Cause I live in your house? That’s kinda payment enough.”

“No it’s not!”

“It was when you thought I was a wolf.”

Ford spluttered. “That – that’s because you were a wolf. Wolves don’t need to be paid to act as research assistants-”

“Oh, are you saying wolves don’t deserve to be paid equal wages?” Stan shook his head in mock disappointment. “Gosh, Ford. My own brother-”

“Oh, shut up! You know what I mean!”

Stan snickered. He only laughed harder when Ford punched him lightly in the shoulder, careful not to jostle the creature in his grasp.

Ford glanced at his watch, taking note of the time. At this pace they would reach home well before dark. Maybe they should take a detour to check on the size-altering crystals? Ford had covered the Warped crystal with a tarp to prevent the light reaching it, but he really should check that the covering was still in place after the blustering winds that had recently swept through. He didn’t want any unsuspecting forest life to wander into its beam.

Then again, that could wait for another day, and they had a carnivorous plant to re-house.

“…I really do need to pay you, though.” Ford muttered as they walked.

“You really don’t.” Stan shrugged. “I’m not doing anything useful anyway.”

The nonchalance with which he spoke made Ford want to sigh. Stan never acknowledged his own value or input! Ford wanted to shove it down his throat and force his brother to acknowledge that he was important, goddammit!

For the moment, he settled on arguing his point.

“Shopping for food is useful; plus, the people in town know you better than me and I’ve been living here for years, so you’re basically handling public appearance. And collecting data from my monitors is useful.”

“That’s just walking and taking readings.” Stan argued right back. “A monkey could do that data-collection stuff.”

“Babysitting Tate while Fiddleford and I are busy is useful.”

“The kid’s easy, he just wants to spend time with a dog all day.”

“Defending the house from griffins is useful.” Especially since they seemed to have it out for the Pines twins and would come by every so often with claws and beaks bared.

“You woulda just found a better way to keep ‘em away.”

Ford gritted his teeth. “You handle the money and pay the bills.”

“It’s your grant money, I just budget it.”

“Exactly! That is exactly what I should pay you for!” Ford flung up his arms in exasperation. Stan merely shrugged, and – smirked? He was enjoying Ford’s misery! “Ugh, whatever.”

Stan continued to look smug. Ford silently resolved to start paying him, even if he had to sneak the money into his brother’s bank account. Or just leave some around the house. Apparently Stan was too proud to accept payment but the guy never passed up an opportunity to take it if it was there.

“…anyway, about the whole money thing, I was thinking.” Stan mumbled, a little more subdued. Ford glanced across.

“Yes?”

“Eh – well, y’know how there are so many cool things around here? If Pa’d let us come, we woulda loved it here when we were kids.”

Ford imagined himself as a child – bright-eyed and eager to learn, marveling at everything around him – and was inclined to agree.

“And just yesterday you were sayin’ about how no one appreciates this stuff. Really, I’m kinda surprised no one’s made something of this place before, snatched it up for a tourist attraction. I was thinking that it would be pretty cool to give… tours or something?”

Ford opened his mouth but his brother was already rushing ahead, a nervous scowl affixed to his face.

“It’s all good if you don’t want me to – probably something about the scientific integrity of the place or whatever – but, it’s kinda something I’m good at. Tours, selling stuff, talking to people, that stuff. A-And I know you love teaching people about things, so if you wanted to help? Like, write up information sheets or – or do classes or whatever. Obviously I’d be spinning some yarns, that’s the fun of these places, but I know people would love to see some of the weird stuff here and actually learn about it too, so I dunno, I think it would be cool?”

All of this was said rather quickly, with few breaths taken in between, so when Stan finally ran out of things to say he took a few heavy breaths. Ford blinked and took a few moments to process this.

“Stan, are you asking my permission to open a tourist trap?”

The werewolf cringed, grip tightening fractionally around the uselessly-wriggling plant creature. “No, ‘course not. I’m just… seein’ if you’d be open to the idea.”

“Well…” Ford adjusted the straps of his pack. “So long as it doesn’t interfere with my research, I think it’s quite an interesting prospect. It would be nice to be able to share some of the things I’ve learned. If you think you can pull it off I believe you. You don’t need my permission, of course, but you certainly have my support.”

“Wait, really?”

Ford laughed as his brother perked up. That was another thing he’d had to adjust to since their reunion – canines tended to express themselves heavily through body language and Stan had apparently picked up that trait. He had no tail at the moment but from the straight posture and slight vibrating, Ford imagined it would be wagging.

“’Cause I’ve got so many ideas.” Stanley gushed. “I was thinking I could get a place set up, probably in the woods closer to town – maybe contract that lumberjack guy you talked about to built it? Anyways, I’d fill it with attractions, some of the cool shit that lives around here. Like, you know that weird-ass bird we saw the other day, the one you said we shouldn’t bother to look into?”

“Having a second head is a fairly common mutation. I’ve studied several animals with that phenotype in my time here.”

“People eat that stuff up, Ford! And I could do tours around some of the harmless places – and charge a pretty penny for it too. You know how many shmucks are happy to get ripped off by dodgy fake tourist attractions? And this one would be real! I’d have a source of income, and you’d have somewhere to put the stuff you’ve finished researching, and people to teach if you want to. Plus this crummy town could use some tourists to give business a boost.”

Wow. Stan had evidently thought this whole thing out – and the excitement was contagious. Ford wondered if this was how his brother felt, when he himself became giddy about a new finding or breakthrough. Stan was grinning like a kid.

Ford laughed and elbowed him playfully. “It’s a sound plan. And it’s nice to see you’re putting aside your history with Dan. You growled at him last time we came across him – you weren’t yourself then, of course.”

Stan shot him a weird look. “Who?”

“Dan. The lumberjack.” Stan continued to look confused. “Matilda’s boyfriend?”

All at once the werewolf’s eyes widened. “The shovel guy.”

“Er – shovel?”

“He hit me with a shovel.”

“Oh.” Ford had almost forgotten the circumstances of their meeting, with himself rescuing Stan from being beaten to death. Ah – with what he knew now, the situation seemed a lot more dire. He strongly resisted the urge to grab up a shovel and see how Boyish Dan like being smacked into the ground.

Obviously Dan didn’t know it was a person he had assaulted, not a wolf, but still. It would make Ford feel better.

When no words came to him, Ford said the first thing on his mind. “Didn’t you try to eat his mother’s dog?”

“Dog? Fuckin’ thing was more of a bug than a dog. I was starving anyway, gimme a break!”

“I’m not judging. Anyway, I’ve seen you try to eat so many things-”

“Can it, Poindexter.”

Ford began to count on his fingers. “Squirrels, gnomes, the mayor’s hairpiece, our father, my kitchen cupboard, a whole watermelon for some reason-”

“I was outta my mind for half of those!”

“My phone, the multibear somehow, several lemons – why you kept coming back to them after knowing you hated them remains a mystery to me–”

They arrived back at the house before Ford could continue his list.

“We should get this thing planted before it dies or somethin’.” Stan shuffled the plant around in his arms to hold it more comfortably, ignoring its hiss of displeasure. “Where do you want it?”

“The porch should be fine. I don’t know how much energy it gets from its prey as opposed to the sun – it might need sunlight to live.”

“Right. You got a pot around? I can get Chompy here planted while you find something to stop it biting anyone who gets close.”

“’Chompy’? You named the plant?”

“You were too slow.”

Well, Ford couldn’t argue with that logic. He’d just have to be faster with the next creature they came across. They had a lifetime, after all, to squabble about names – among other things.

(For example, whether Ford was terrible for pretending to toss Stan the car keys but hiding them behind his back instead. It took Stan an embarrassingly long time to realize and once he did, Ford could barely see the withering glare he received through his snickering.)

(That evening, in revenge, Stan fell asleep on the couch lying across several of Ford’s books. Upon attempts to remove him Stan simply shifted into a wolf and thus became heavier and harder to move.)

(But these are stories for another time.)

#final chapter #my writing #my fic #gravity falls #werewolf stan au #werewolf!stan #dang #this took a while to finish #mostly because it's the last chapter!#i wasn't sure how to finish my baby #anyway the main story is done now #i may write a couple one-shots from this au in the future #who knows?#i hope you enjoy

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Last Judgement ||8||

Quiet Thinking

“...d’you wanna sleep in my room? I can take the couch?”

“...n...no, I...umm...” He hesitated, standing at the top of the stairs with Sans. “...I can...u-use the...couch...”

“You’re a kid, you’re gonna mess up your spine if y’sleep on it.” Sans replied simply “C’mon, m’not bothered...” He was pushed towards the bedroom door lightly by the skeleton, fidgeting with his hood, anxious.

“I-I...don’t...really wanna...” He mumbled into his hoodie, looking at Sans as he grimaced. “...um...”

“Wait...” He chuckled a little “...it’s the fact y’have to sleep by yourself, ain’t it?” Doomsday averted his gaze, sinking into his hood, hiding his face. “Aw...bud, it’s alright.” He felt a hand rub the top of his covered skull, jolting slightly at the rough movement. “A’ight, then...c’mon.” He was nudged, once more, towards the bedroom by Sans, watching him open the door.

“I...” He stared at him as he slumped onto the bed, after kicking the door shut. “...um...”

“Here.” He patted the spot beside him, Doomsday shuffled forwards hesitantly, sitting down on the mattress. “Kid, y’can lie down...y’know? I don’t reckon you can fall asleep sittin’ up, heh.” Sans grinned a bit, whilst Doomsday slowly laid down, gazing blankly up at the ceiling. “...is that alright?”

“...m-mhm...”

“...y’look weirded out...”

“N...no, I just...didn’t really think y-you’d...” He quieted himself, grimacing a little to himself. “...your...room’s nice...”

“It’s a bomb site, kiddo...”

“...it...it’s warm...” He muttered, hearing Sans snort, glancing at him warily. “...sorry...”

“S’nothin’ to apologize for...I take it your place is pretty cold then?” Sans looked at him questioningly, Doomsday nodded. “Anyways...m’gonna go to sleep, alright? You gonna be alright to do the same?” He repeated the motion, his eyes locked on Sans’s face, before he turned away, and started to doze. He returned his gaze to the ceiling, waiting, knowing he would not be able to fall asleep as quickly as Sans could.

For a while, he stared at one singular spot of the ceiling, thoughts swarming through his mind. Some weren’t too pleasant, only able to think about the day he had had, and why he had been told to sit and wait next to that tree with a note attached to his wrist.

The only reason he could think of was the only wrong thing he had knowingly done, and that meteor had caused all of this.

He had been crying, sore around the mouth, needing to bite and chew, and it had came crashing through the bricks. It had crushed the oil monster’s tendrils underneath it, and he couldn’t forget the cries of agony of his own father. That shriek, right before it had made impact.

“...S...” He sat upright, biting his tongues sharply, the back of his mouth growing painful as his eyes welled up. “...S-Sans...?” He hesitated to touch the skeleton next to him, feeling the house begin to rock, as another earthquake ensued. He couldn’t bring himself to wake him up, holding his breath, covering his face with his hood.

“...I take it y’don’t fall asleep easy, then?” His voice caught him off guard, shaking his head in response to the question. “...c’mon...” He felt Sans lift him up, shuffling off of the bed, and carrying him out the bedroom. A moment later, he was sat down on the couch, hearing Sans yawn as he left and entered the kitchen.

The shaking slowly ceased, listening to Sans shuffling around, mumbling to himself under his breath. Something was nudged into Doomsday’s chest, allowing his hood to pull itself back, staring at the mug of hot milk before him. He wrapped his hands around it warily, glancing at Sans, unsure.

“...so...what’s going on?” He questioned, taking a seat beside the kid, sighing. Doomsday gazed at the steam from the milk “...kid?”

“...I-I don’t...know...”

“...you’re upset about somethin’...go ‘n spill it.” Sans leaned back, resting the back of his skull against the couch.

“...I...thinked too much...”

“...’thought’, it’s not ‘thinked’.” He corrected him “...but, anyways...what were you thinkin’ about that made you upset, huh?”

“...I...know w-why...” Though, the simple thought caused him to tear up again, unable to bring himself to even so much as sip the milk.

“...ah...”

“...I...I hurt him...” He mumbled numbly “...I...m-my mouth hurt...and I was...crying...a...and...” He went quiet, his eyes drooping.

“...and somethin’ happened?”

“...a-a big...rock...hit him...and crushed h-his...these...” His two tendrils formed themselves, touching them lightly with his right hand.

“...ouch.”

“I-I-I didn’t...mean it...” Whimpers broke out of his mouth “...m...my mouth...hurt...”

“Yeah...I get it, teething sucks, heh...your teeth are still growing, kid...”

“...b-but I--”

“Y’can’t control that stuff...it’s alright, m’not gonna blame you for anythin’.” Sans smiled a bit at him, trying to reassure the kid it was okay. “...s’a lot for a kid like you to handle...’specially all o’ that magic bottled up.”

“But...but that’s why...they...”

“...look, kiddo...” He sat forwards, resting his arms on his knees, watching Doomsday intently. “...it ain’t your fault, none of it.”

“But--”

“Stop with the ‘but’s, alright? I don’t want you blaming yourself ‘coz they weren’t prepared to deal with a powerful kid.” He noticed him avoiding eye contact “...you’re a good kiddo, y’just need a bit of help controlling yourself...’n, when you do, then you can start helpin’ others and be awesome.”

“...I...don’t know...”

“...you’ll be great, trust me...” He grinned “Now, seriously, go and drink your milk, I need my bed.”

“O-oh...okay...” Rubbing at his eyes with his sleeve, he began to drink the hot milk, letting it fill his ecto-stomach, instead of absorbing it through his tongue. He didn’t want to raise his magic any further, and cause himself to only struggle more with sleeping.

“...y’know...even if you’re gonna blame yourself for all o’ that, I really think you oughta try and see ‘em now ‘n then?”

“W...what? Why?” Anxious, he looked Sans dead in the eyes, worried about what he was talking about. “I-I can’t, they hate m--”

“They don’t hate you, kiddo, I can tell you that...” Sans got to his feet, messing around with his jacket for a few seconds. “...if they really did hate you, they woulda left you to fend for yourself, but they left you with me.”

“...” Doomsday flashed a nervous smile in reply.

“Don’t give me that look, I ain’t that bad, right?” Sans chuckled, hearing a quiet giggle leave Doomsday’s mouth. “Thought so...but m’trying, alright? I dunno how to properly look after kids, I’ve only looked after Paps...but y’trust me, right?”

“Y-yeah...ha...” He finished his milk, edging off the couch, only to be scooped up by Sans.

“Good...” A blue glow surrounded the mug, leaving Doomsday’s hands, and hovering into the kitchen. “...now, bed, alright? I need sleep.”

“...okay.” He was carried back upstairs, into Sans’s room, laid back down on his bed. Sans crashed on his left side, as he returned his gaze back to the ceiling, warm. “...umm...Sans?”

“...hmm?”

“...y...you’re okay...if I wake you up...right...?”

“...sure...’specially if you’re thinkin’ too much...”

“...th-thank you...”

“S’no problem, kiddo...try ‘n sleep...” Doomsday nodded, listening as, a couple minutes later, Sans drifted back off to sleep, snoring away. He could feel his eyes grow heavy, warmth in his stomach, rolling onto his side, tearing his eyes away from the ceiling.

He watched Sans sleep for a while, before allowing his own eyes to steadily fall shut. It took a few more minutes, feeling himself beginning to doze, before inevitably falling asleep.

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birdsofpry · 4 years

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#1 from the prompt list with buckaroo please. thank you ❤

I can tell. You’re wincing.

“In and out?”

“In and out. We get the cash and we’re home free, baby.”

Large hands cradled your jaw as you shut your eyes, centering yourself for what was about to happen. You try your best to focus on the feeling of his rough palms against your skin, the feeling of his fingers stroking your jaw, his thumb tracing the bones under your eyes. The smell of his cologne, of his spearmint breath. The overwhelming love that radiated off him whenever you were near.

“It’s gotta be the last one,” You swallow thickly before opening your eyes to meet his own.

Crystalline sapphire hollowed by thick lashes and black shadows.

“I told ya, baby. It is. I promise, swear up and down that this is it.” He spoke sincerely, tightening his grip on your face, tugging your face closer to his own to further his point.

“It’s the last one, then it’s just you and me and the coast. Whatever coast you want, this country or another. It’s whatever you want from here on out.”

You knew he was serious. Bucky Barnes was a lot of things, and a liar was one of them. Just never to you.

He had never lied to you, not even about the more gruesome things he’d done or the most gruelling things in his past. You were split souls, wandering the Earth for life in search for each other, and now that you were together there was nothing that could happen to jeopardize your paradise within each other.

“I wanna live on an island. With just you and only you.” You place your hand on top of Bucky’s and press him firmer to you, “Nothing but the beach and the ocean for as far as the eye can see.”

“Just you, me and the coconuts, baby. I promise.” Bucky gives you a small smile, one that you return.

You knew this wasn’t ideal, but nothing in your lives ever was. Who said you had to play fair to try to even the score?

“I’ll watch the door and you take the register?” You say, shoulders relaxing as Bucky’s smile grows.

“That’s my girl.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips before beginning to rummage through the back seat for supplies.

You straighten out in your seat again, leaning against the headrest and breathing deep. You were never the criminal of your duo. It had been Bucky’s plan from the beginning to hit a series of small, mom-and-pop stores across the south to get enough money for the both of you to finally start your lives over.

Neither of you had had an easy go at life; and now in your mid twenties, you were sick of waiting for the world to cut you a break. To let you out from under the thumb of poverty, your abusive father and Bucky’s dead end job. You were sick of trying your hardest to right wrongs, and failing miserably with dirt kicked in your face. You were sick of seeing your man heartbroken that he couldn’t provide you with the life he wanted to give you.

It was Bucky who hatched the plan, but you were all too willing to go along with it. Because who really cares? Insurance exists and you and Bucky just needed the money more. Plus, if you were being honest, the thrill you got was indescribable. The sex after, even more so.

The feeling of your mask being placed on your lap snapped you from your thousand mile stare out the windshield.

“You good, baby?” Bucky asked as he set a comforting hand on your knee.

“Yeah, yeah. No, I’m fine. Y’know me, I always get all in my mind.” You reply, fiddling with the black ski mask Bucky had pinched for you a few weeks before.

“I know, I do. But it’s gonna be OK. It always is.”

“But what about-”

“Hey, no. None of that. None of that ‘what about last time’ stuff, remember? ‘Cause in the end nothing did happen, did it? We got out perfectly fine and that fucker’s bullet barely nicked me.” Bucky reassures heartedly.

Your lip began to tremble as you remembered the owner of the feed store you had hit a few days before. At first you both thought the place was deserted, until the old man came out with a rifle posed against his shoulder, firing at Bucky like he was itching for venassen.

You both had fled the store quickly, Bucky covering you with his large form as you did. It wasn’t until miles down the road when the fear and adrenaline wore off that Bucky noticed a puddle of blood pooling on his shoulder and a small portion of his left ear missing.

“I just can’t stop thinking about what if we moved a little slower or if he had aimed a little to the right... it just won’t leave my head, baby.”

You were failing miserably in trying not to cry, translucent streaks wetting your cheeks and meeting at your chin.

“Baby, no, no, no. Please don’t cry.” Bucky's voice was pained as he easily pulled you across the bench seat and into his lap.

He cradled you to his body, cocooning you in his strong arms and placing his nose to your temple as you silently weep.

“I know it was scary. I do, baby. If the roles were reversed and that guy had harmed even a hair on your head, I woulda have gone back there and painted the walls with his blood.” He pulled you closer.

Bucky could barely get the words out. The mere thought of any harm becoming you made his stomach churn with fiery acid and anger vibrate in his blood. You were it for him, the best thing that had ever happened to him in his piss-poor life of misfortunes and regrets. He’d be damned if he let anyone or anything hurt you on his watch. He loved you too damn much, probably too much if he was being honest.

The whole reason you two were jumping from state to state, running from your old lives was to assure that he could provide you with the best possible life he could. Bucky wasn’t a good man, he knew this to be true. But he wanted to be for you, and the second this robbery was done, he knew he’d be on the straight and narrow for the rest of his days. Purely because it was what you wanted and more than that, what you deserved.

“You know I can handle myself, and you know that I would never let anything happen to you. Right?”

Bucky looks down at you the best he can in your current position and you do the same up at him. You nod quickly, using the heel of your palm to wipe away the evidence of tears.

“Good. Good, baby. All you gotta know is that I love you and I’d fucking kill anyone who looks at you wrong. I’m always gonna protect you. I’m gonna protect you and provide for you and get you the life you deserve. And that’s a promise.”

You sit in his arms a while longer, soaking up his warmth and comfort his body provided. You nuzzled your nose behind Bucky’s ear and he hummed with contentment. You could see the haphazard bandages you had put on his ear this morning, the wound hidden behind thick gaze and white tape. You reach out to brush your fingers across the gaze, and Bucky flinches.

You recoil as Bucky meets your eyes.

“Does it hurt?”

“What? This thing?” He motions to his ear lightly, “Nah. It’s not so bad.”

“I can tell. It’s not like you’re wincing.” You say sarcastically and Bucky gives you a pointed look.

“It really isn’t bad. I swear. I gotta good little nurse who patches me up good.” He smirks down at you.

You just lean up to give him a kiss and fall back into his arms. You fucking loved this man.

Finally, the residual fatigue from your tears and worry wash away before you part from your boyfriend.

You climb back to your seat and take the ski mask from where it fell to the floor. Before you slipped the fabric over your head you pushed your hair behind your ears and combed it with your fingers the best you could to tame it.

But did the same. He was purposefully keeping his hair long before you two escaped to your new life, just in case the cops caught up with you both and he’d need to easily change his appearance. Shaving his head was much simpler than finding a wig.

Popping the glove box, you took out the two handguns that lay inside. You barely knew how to shoot, having only ever done it with Bucky’s hands wrapped around yours and his chest to recoil against. Thankfully you hadn’t had to use it yet, and you prayed you never would.

Bucky took his own gun and slipped it into the front waistband of his jeans, fluffing his shirt out so it was undetectable underneath. You settled for shoving the small piece into the pocket of your sweatshirt. It didn’t do much to conceal the weapon, but you weren’t really worried about that now. All you really cared about was getting this over with.

You glanced out the car window to see the store that was to be your latest mark. A rinky-dink corner store with a middle aged man mulling around putting away bags of chips and candy bars.

“Hey, no. Don’t look at that. Eyes on me.” Bucky turned your head to face him.

You hated that you couldn’t feel his finger prints on your cheeks or the scrape of his nails on your neck. The warmth they emitted had to be enough.

“Just think about me, you, us. Us on the beach drinking Mai Tai’s and looking for seashells. Making love in the sand, swimming in the temperate ocean, sleeping till noon. Think about that and soon, this will all be over.”

You nod, picturing Bucky’s words and wishing you could just fast forward to the good part.

You looked at each other for a long beat of silence, Bucky’s intense stare bore into your soul, communicating everything he wanted to say without him so much as moving his lips.

I love you. You’re my soulmate. I’ll protect you. It’s just you and me. I love you.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

He gave you a soft kiss, the stitching around your masks making it a bit awkward, but it was fine. Anytime you were able to kiss him made whatever obstacle with it.

He pulled away, before pressing small pecks to your lips and finally retreating from you.

“Stay behind me.” Bucky said this each and every time before a hit.

You always just nodded.

And you both got out of the car.

prompts are open! one at a time with steve or bucky ❤️

#loosley based off villians (2019) bc i just watched it and fell in love #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic

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GROUNDED: Favorite (ouch) exerpts - CH. 2

Realized I haven’t done one in a while after posting in response to @rhodee

Bebs, thankies for reading if you do; and if you haven’t, this one’s for you. Cause yeah. I get the feels still just re-reading it even.

---------===========PAINT IT BLACK -CH2-PS:2-\\TONY//

“ Hey… uh, Lolo? ”

“ What is it? “ he could hear him getting up the stairs. “ There’s a man that looks suspiciously like he’s come at least from your family of fantasy parade brigade, coming to the door. You know anything about this? “

“ If I did, I wouldn’t have been as surprised as you about the sound of his apparent arrival.. “ was tossed at him on his quick way past. He was out the door and talking with him, before Tony took his own first step out; and caught sight of the three unmarked coming up his driveway. Loki had the Lord of the Rings extra well in hand apparently, but that set of trucks? He knew the model. “ Shield. Looks like there’s some for me to handle, too. “ was said to him on his way past them to meet the other suits at least, past the back bumper of his ‘gini. It wasn’t a surprise that Romanov and Fury were the first to appear out of the trio of off-roaders. He really, wasn’t happy to see Barton right that second though. Especially with that ready to shoot set to his mouth and gait. “ Guys! I was, just about to call you. “

“ Yeah I would hope so. “

“ Hello sir! “ was Nat completely ignoring him and stepping past to try and get … actually, and as following her brought the battle-dressed guy back into his view; why was the off-worlder she was after in the full regalia bit headed the other, way already now? And, brief twist of a too familiar device? He was gone, under the same boom. Same flash of upwards light. Before Nat even got a response; though how he got out was not a good sign.

“ Was that the Tesseract? “ brought his eyes back to Fury, disbelieving he hadn’t been the only one to see that. Or maybe hoping he hadn’t? “ Hey! “ whipped Tony’s head back around just in time to see Loki “ I ain’t done talkin’ to you! I ain’t even started! “ at full speed dashing back into the house and vault the weird new railing rather than take the stairs they’d fixed.

“ ...something’s wrong. “

“ You think? “

“ No, Nick.. something’s very, wrong. “ his feet started moving late? But he was in the door and at that rail faster than the others could even get in the door. The computer was in view down from the railing. He wasn’t there; but he could hear him moving. The lack of care and crash of things falling wasn’t his way. Wasn’t his style.

“ Loki..? “ his feet couldn’t get him fast enough down those spiral stairs into the much smaller workshop. No answer. He could hear the hiss of a few curses, see the lock was busted on his tech garage and the doors wide open. The side light on, and harsh, fast movements going on inside between the crack of the door and the mesh wall his tools were plugged and hooked into. That alone; the space he’d promised not to go into and fact it was busted open like that; blatantly abandoned that fast. That just amped up the adrenaline, and dropped Anthony’s stomach a few more feet into his knees.

“ Must be something, to make you break this rule, like this: broad daylight. We agreed, yeah? No .. making folks, or me; suspicious by screwing around with my garage. Computer parts, okay. No suit mechanics; no ship parts or heavy tech. Nothing substantial that might pass as or be able to be weaponized. That was the deal. “ only paused the motions as he slowed down, angling himself carefully to try and see what he was doing. What he might be looking for. “ I know the stuff in there better’n you, you know! You wanna tell me; what you’re lookin’ for and; what the hell is going on? Real good time for it right now. Cause I think you’re making Barton’s bow hand itchy, as is. “

“ Let it, itch. “ pulled Tony’s head back a few degrees. He was taking pieces of unfinished suit bits apart. Hands moving fast, at the wielding iron and punching directions into the cutting laser like he knew what he was doing. “ Stand aside, Stark; Nat, you too. “ Stark couldn’t see what he was making; but it definitely had a purpose. This wasn’t tinkering, going on at his bench. He was more worried. “ No, “ came at a glance. He was also impressed and feeling a little cheated. Didn’t know he had the knowhow.. “ I won’t. I trust him. “ was said firmly enough, and with enough truth and concern behind it that it was almost flat when he finished: “ And this is my house. Take that gun and get the hell out of it. “

He heard the hissing sounds of Nat’s breath catching on words behind him; convincing Barton to do as he said. Heard the small click and shift of the safety. Yeah, he knew he’d been right on that one; but it still bit a little that was the situation they were in. “ Good girl .. I’ll treat you to something, later. Leave us alone. Or close enough to make us feel it? I smell something personal in the air. “

“ We’ll be right upstairs. “ had him nodding, and; as soon as he heard them clear that last steel step: taking a few forward. He knew they’d be in earshot. Or at least one or two would. He was betting heavily on all though; and wasn’t unconcerned enough to care. That they were here that fast said he and Loki had been right and they had been at the least; watching, listening, or both, for a while.

“ You know I’ve trusted you. Still do; and a lot more than I should . “ slowed him down a little while he was attaching a power source. “ Come on man. What’s goin’ on. I’m shit , at reading minds so please , don’t make me turn the key, slap the metal on; and put you on the floor to get the answer out. We both know neither one of us want that. “ breath in. “ Woulda done it by now if either one a us did . “

“ You wouldn’t understand. “

“ Won’t know that until you try me. “

“ I have to leave. -- “

“ What, no. Definitely no-- “

“ I’ll come back. I promise.. I will finish this work. “

“ -not happening. What the hell has got you so suddenly ...crazy!? “

He heard the words. He did. They just; exploded in his ears afterwards. Left him completely deaf, numb; and absolutely bereft of the ability to think of anything but. It didn’t register, right away. But oh. Oh man, did he get it. The quiet. The sudden rush to get down here, and get home: somehow.

All Tony could see, in his own mind; was the pretty way she would fold her mouth in when she was trying not to laugh at one of either of their stupid jokes. The quiet way she lit up when he said in so many words over those two days how much, her son took after her. The way she just; stood of to the side with the smallest happy smiles, laugh lines softening that already warm face: watching them play chess from the corner, or right there at one side of the table pouring for them while they threw out all sorts of conversations at each other. At her . The curtsies, she flipped him every now and again, once she realized it made him laugh too. Inwards and otherwise. The words she’d tossed at their back, trusting him ; on their way out of that place.

“ I don’t.. “

The air sucked right back into his lungs, took the rest of the words with it so he almost choked on them. All he could think of, was his own mom.

Couldn’t be right.

Wasn’t , right.

Right?

“ I don’t think I heard you right. “

And then he repeated it. Same tone. Same six words. Like his head was as still as the raging tornado going on in Tony’s.. No. Worse. And he knew it. Knew; the only way to keep his hands steady, from breaking down into an unrecognizable heap of blood, tears and bone turned jell-o was to keep moving and keep his words even. Control himself ; if he couldn’t control the situation . Because..?

Because I’ve been here. There. Right there.

He saw it. The contained shake to his joints from the effort to keep it together and keep moving. Keep from stalling out and falling down. Hear, the deafening silence in between the much needed white noise of putting together whatever was being made between his fingers and the screaming, bleeding shock of insanity pushing it and being pushed away all at once in the same space.

That was me.

I heard it too. Didn’t want to.

“ My mother’s dead. They killed her. “

I heard him right.

Now. Breathe. Think.

Because he can’t, not right now and not really.

In, and...

“ Tell me what you’re looking for. And what you’re making. “ ..came out. Probably in the same tone right as he just reached over and tapped the panic button to his right. Just a little touch. With a really big backlash he put on reserve for later. He knew and didn’t care. Not about that .

Eight inches of steel slab hydraulically powered to shut them in from the upper floors, and the open sea to his left. It wasn’t quiet either. And that aside, did not close without more than a few curses and calls of his name from above he was blatantly ignoring before they were sealed away behind it on all sides. The emergency lighting came up a second later. Tony was already next to him, peeling back his sleeves to help out where he could. “ One thing I’ve learned in the week since we started working together? Four hands are better than two, when they’re ours. “

“ Give me the sitrep if you can, when you can get the words out. “ was said as he flipped on the extra lights above board. “ I’m in. “ he saw him turn his head, but didn’t meet the green-grey stare. And because he knew; because he was moving like that; and the guy didn’t take him back with him, but he remembered way more clearly now; that he had said he would see him: that he did.. “ You’ve got a plan. I’ll follow it. “

#GROUNDED #frostiron #the feels #frigga #angst #loki #tony stark #rhodee #<3

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