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#i've been in a weird mood for so long now that i actually thought back to when this started
eydi-andrius · 7 months
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Ours, huh. (Malleus Draconia x Reader)
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a/n: just an exercise after my long break. also, malleus was so adorable at the current event. where he came three hours early so he will not miss his first vacation outside briar valley
cw/tw: unedited, pure brainrot for malleus
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"I definitely heard that thunder loud and clear." Cater nervously laughed and looked outside the window of the mirror chamber.
It was true though. The once beautiful morning slowly turns dim as dark clouds with lightning crawl out and hide the sun.
"Wow! I've never seen Tsunotarou make that kind of expression before. Look! He's turning really scary." Grim grimaced and made sure to move closer to you as he watched Malleus' expression turn darker and scarier. The more you stare at his hulking stature, the louder the thunder outside.
Jamil was not at fault though for making Malleus angry. A royalty without an escort to a public event will surely be a problem. A national security level of problem. You're actually weirded out that Sebek wasn't here wreaking havoc because Malleus will go out alone. Lilia probably has him on a chokehold.
"Why was that? Draconia has been here for three hours. I think he was that excited to join you today." Crowley, just like how useless he was, emphasizes how much Malleus has been looking forward to this trip, more than doing his job as a professor and interfering with the problem at hand.
You watch Malleus' mood turning sour, as he hears the professor's words, and Jamil trying his best to make his point across when you hear Trey coughed behind you. You looked back at him and Trey nodded at where Malleus was standing. A frown was your only response, wondering what he meant. His only reply was an exasperated sigh when you did not understand him. He then opened his mouth to speak without sound, mouthing about Malleus again but you're far too slow to understand that too.
Done with the way you and Trey danced with each other, Cater held your shoulders, and forcefully made you look back again at Malleus. As you turn, a loud crack of thunder hits near the school that makes you flinch. It took you awhile to regain your composure but once you got yourself together, you almost choked in fear on how furious Malleus is looking right now.
If he was in his dragon form, he probably would have eaten and swallowed Jamil – whole.
Not giving you enough time, Cater pushed you towards Malleus and you tripped in front of him. Good thing his reflexes were fast and he was able to catch you on time. The air of anger and malice immediately vanished and his eyes softened as he looked at you.
Ah! They want me to take care of Malleus for them. These Heartslabyul friends of yours. You wonder if they were truly your friends or they were just using you when they needed your help. Tsk.
"Child of man, are you alright?" Tone soft and calm, he asked you. He even checked if you have any scratches from your accidental tripping.
"I am fine, Tsunotarou. Was it true that you waited for three hours here?" When Malleus blushed at your question, you also blushed in return.
"I did. I was afraid I would miss it so I woke up earlier than the agreed time."
Still a little excessive though. Was the thought inside your head but you know too well that Malleus' fear was valid. Somehow, even with his tall stature, people always miss him out or completely forget him. It always has been a mystery to you, especially when you never forget to invite him in everything you do. It wasn't that hard.
"You must be tired waking up that early. But I'm so glad you're coming with us today. Right, Jamil?" You looked at Jamil, who looked like any minute now he would pee in distress. So with your eyes, you silently begged him to just agree.
With no other choice, and with the incestent of Kalim, he agreed.
Glad that everything worked out, you intertwined your arms to Malleus' right arm.
"Let's enjoy our first vacation outside NRC, shall we?" You asked him with a broad smile and a tilt of your head.
He looks surprised at first with the gesture. His eyes wide and mouth agape. But when he got himself back, he gave you a sly grin.
"Ours, huh. Well, let's enjoy it together then." He gave you a smile and you did not fail to notice how the flowers seemed to bloom and the sun shone brighter outside before the mirror took you all to your destination.
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sourbinnie · 9 months
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☆ pretender.mp3 ☆
♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angst ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> ot8!skz + 9th member!reader (gender neutral) ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> a night to remember starring your mom & dad (in the worst way possible) ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> family issues (toxic parents) ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!
a/n -> i'm not writing from personal experience but i've seen a lot of people not have the best relationship with their parents. it's not easy to stand up to people you love and you want that love back too right? so it's not you to blame. please know that families are not always blood, sometimes they're chosen and the best experiences come from those who actually care and show you that they are there. if this one's too personal or too triggering, feel free to skip it! i love you all, my dms are always open.
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it wasn't a good idea from the start. you have always been on a tightrope with your parents but you couldn't really deny their request since they invited everyone when they were backstage and your bandmates kindly agreed. so now everyone was ready to actually meet them and to have a pleasant evening but you expected the worst. everyone saw how your attitude completely changed when you were in your family home, well if you could call it that.
it was never easy to be on the same level as your parents, for them to understand you. at first they didn't even want you to become an idol since you were risking so much by it but they eventually came to terms with it. right now though you could say you didn't have a relationship with them, your teenage years have gone to waste because of them leaving you in a fragile state. 
it was like you didn't connect anymore to what was going on. they might express and say that they're proud of how far you've gone but when you stumbled and you fell, they didn't catch you. now that they're back in your life (since you didn't see them for so long during your trainee and debut days) and showing up to events to support you, you felt odd. maybe you just weren't used to it and things would get eventually better but you couldn't help but doubt everything in your mind as you sat there and saw the boys interacting with your parents. 
you could feel someone sitting next to you and as you turned to see who it was, it happened to be felix. it was no secret that you had a fake smile the entire time and that your interactions were kinda weird. so you weren't really surprised when one of them noticed it. 
"your parents aren't like this always aren't they?" he asked and you nodded as you took a sip from your drink. considering everything you went through and all the things that they made you live, you could not really lie. you didn't want to pretend everything was alright 'cause you truly didn't feel like you could. you also didn't want to act like my parents were monsters but they weren't really nice people either.
"i just feel so weird being here right now." you mumbled and felix did try to comprehend you but at the end of the day couldn't. your past wasn't something you talked about with the boys and you were sure no one would have agreed to come here tonight if they actually knew the story behind your sadness.
"lighten up kiddo, you've always been this way!" your dad said which caught you off guard since you were sure that he was having a different conversation with someone else seconds ago. you didn't expect him to interrupt what you were gonna say to felix but also you knew this is where the weird comments would start.
"oh our (y/n), never bring the mood up" your mother said and it physically made you cringe but you let it pass. the night had just started yet you wanted it to be over already. it's not like anyone else noticed that you were suffering because of these things they were saying (or that's what you thought).
as the night progressed, you could hear compliments left and right. how much they admired the work and the effort that your members put in, how they were absolutely stunning to look at and just the best of the best when it came to everything. you couldn't recall the last time that they admired you like that and you had to hold back the tears because it was all too much. 
and then it finally arrived, what you were expecting and in front of your friends, your actual family. 
"our (y/n) always wanted to become an idol. we don't know how it happened but now they're here and that's what matters." ouch, they really called you talentless like you just got lucky by chance and they selected you out of pity or something.
"i truly think (y/n) is a crucial part of the team." chan said to lighten up the mood and give you a little smile on the process which you responded to by just shaking your head. he didn't need to defend you, it was fine, you were used to this kind of bullshit. "we wouldn't be where we are if it wasn't for them being with us."
"hard to believe, you're all talented young men!" your dad added leaving you out once again. it was inevitable that everyone was feeling kind of uncomfortable, it was like the attitude your parents were showing before was just a mask and these were the actual people behind it.
"(y/n)'s talent is immeasurable and their kindness is what i like about them the most." changbin said, trying to change the subject so that they would say something positive for you. it wasn't gonna happen, you already knew but you always had hope in your heart that maybe something nice would come out of it.
"well you should've seen them growing up, it wasn't easy." your mom commented and if the humiliating wasn't enough, it just kept going. 
"i'm sure most of us weren't easy teenagers to deal with." minho said and he looked completely done with everything. you knew how protective he was towards you but you also didn't expect him to jump on the train trying to defend you from your parents.
"yeah well it was probably very different to what we had to deal with. (y/n) was a difficult kid and now they're better but sometimes we wish they would open up more." wow you wonder why you didn't do it. with parents like that, better keep everything to yourself right?
you shook your head and grabbed your things to go outside. you weren't gonna say anything, you couldn't, you were never the type of person to confront. at the end of the day nothing was gonna change as much as you grew as a person or as a musician, they would never take you seriously. you didn't expect all of them to follow you but they did as you let your tears slide down your face. your relationship was never gonna mend, it was broken before you could fix it.
"i'm sorry. i should've told you all before we even came here, it was so awkward too." you said in between tears and sobs. you wanted nothing more than for the car that brought you here to arrive and drop you in the dorms. jisung reached for you as he hugged, holding you tightly as you let everything out.
"you don't have to say you're sorry. you didn't do anything wrong and we should've never accepted if you didn't feel confident and comfortable about it." chan said as he looked at you, he felt like he let you down but it was from that. you were so happy to have band members that looked after you in such a way, that cared about you so deeply and would stand up to your biggest fears.
it was hard saying that your biggest fear was your parents' opinion. you could act like you didn't care, like it was so easy to ignore it but you knew deep down all you ever wanted was for them to accept you. to love you for who you are and not who they had a vision of you being.
"i already called for them to pick us up." minho said as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. 
so you guys stayed there in the cold night, holding you and whispering sweet nothings as they tried to calm you down. it was for sure a night to remember for all of them but especially for you, the embarrassment was immeasurable but the scars will always remain. 
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msookyspooky · 1 year
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i would love to hear your thoughts on mickey alterti as a yandere cause he definitely would be one 🫶
OMFG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE 😩😭😏
♡ Mickey Being Obsessed With You ♡
Yandere Mickey x GN!Reader • Problematic af
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- He saw you on campus and flirted with you regularly. You just laughed it off and soon he started mingling within your friend group.
- You didn't think much about it at first...But it was odd that everytime something 'bad' happened; he was there to offer you comfort and support
- When the Ghostface kills happened, he was the first one to tell you everything was okay and he wouldn't let anything happen to you
- When you found a body for the first time, he hugged you close to him and sshhed you that everything would be alright...How weird he didn't seem too distraught over seeing someone mangled...
- Soon people that slighted you were coming up missing and later found dead. Mutilated beyond recognition, actually. You always saw the way Mickey would glare at them. Absolute hatred towards anyone mean or rude to you...You just thought he was a good friend!
- But when your friends came up dead, this time, you started to freak out. Mickey talked to you in private after a good friend was attacked with a superficial wound. He told you, "...Why would the killer not kill them? Just be careful with them, YN."
- The police were suspecting you or someone in your inner circle. Mickey panicked when the police made you a suspect. You thought he was just THAT loyal that he believed you could never be the killer.
- Soon, your friend was found with evidence in their bag that they screamed wasn't there's. They were arrested and all you could do was accept your friend was the killer all along. You were devastated!
- You felt suspicious of Mickey just because his behavior was odd but with your friend being caught red handed; he was just a good guy! A bit cynical, dark humor, overbearing and overprotective but he wasn't a killer.
- Mickey was the only person you had left and he wanted you to have a movie night with him just to make sure you were okay.
- While at his place, he went to get snacks and you saw his camrecorder just sitting there...You smiled to yourself and snuck a peak. Thinking you'd see movie shots or his friends....Your face fell when you saw the footage.
- Every video was you. From far away a long time ago before you even talked to him clear up to present day. It was endless reel of you. You. You....You.
- You snuck out and ran as fast as you could. Terrified.
- You hid, trying to get to the police when a Ghostface appeared. Trying to grab you as you fought back. You fought with everything you had. Then you heard the voice. Confirming who the killer really was.
- "Don't make me hurt you, YN!" He peeled off the mask and looked at you like you were the only person in the world. "We're okay now. Especially with all those annoying people out of the way. Don't you see it!? We can be together now! It's okay...You can be with me now."
- He holds you captive from that point forward. Whispering sweet words to you in a soft voice while he held his knife dangerously close to your throat. He took you back to his place, letting you know that if you told; he'd kill you or someone you care about. Be a shame if you told police and he wasn't caught. What if your entire family or friends off campus came up dead?...He knew where you lived, where they lived, when they were home....He knew everything about you.
- The killings stopped. Your friend was going to trial. Mickey and you were 'dating' now. It was A-Okay and only because you let him love you.
- He constantly recorded you no matter how miserable you looked. Claiming you were his muse with an adoring smile.
- He was extremely loving towards you. So soft, playful, loyal. He was arguably the best boyfriend you had when he was in a good mood.
- However, that dark look would enter his eyes whenever anyone but him held your attention for too long. Especially another guy. His grip on you would get painful, his mood would sour and he'd start making threats again. Swearing that if you left him; people would die. Maybe even you...If he couldn't have you, no one could.
- He'd hunt you down if you tried to leave him. Knife in hand and a feral look in his eyes. "Don't fight me, YN. You know I love you. You know I only want what's best for you...Just accept it!"
- You were his only. You didn't need friends when you had him. As long as you were good; the mask and knife stayed hidden. But if you acted up and someone got killed? That wasn't Mickey's doing, that was yours. If you ran away and he hurt you? That was your fault too. He can't control himself, you know this. Just be so good for him and let him be a good boyfriend.
- Once you accepted it; he was an amazing guy. He did anything for you. Had no eyes for anyone else. Laughed at every joke. Listened intently to what you had to say with a grin on his face. Would hold you close if anyone dared come near you especially in a flirty way. Loved you like you were the only love he ever knew. Desperate for you every time you were together.
- HOWEVER...Friends were only permitted as long as they didn't take time away from him. People joked that you and Mickey were attached at the hip and you forced a smile to play along no matter how much you wanted to tell them. He had to come to every family get together. He would become distraught, close to tears and rage if you just simply wanted time away with a family member or alone time. It took hours of him trying to emotionally manipulate you and you trying to argue it was fine...He usually won.
- You were his. Only his. You just had to accept this was your life now. That your boyfriend was an obsessed serial killer that made you the object of his obsession.
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weird-an · 1 year
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Billy always feels like a kid when he climbs up the wooden ladder.
When Harrington first told him, Billy laughed. Of course Harrington would have a fucking tree house. Not a few planks nailed together with a piece of cloth on top, but a proper tree house every five year old dreams about. Full of pillows and blankets. Fairy lights bathing the tree house in a golden light.
According to Harrington, Billy can hang out here whenever he wants. And Billy does. He doesn't tell Harrington, but he has slept here occasionally, because the blankets are soft and comfortable. One time he passed out, head pounding after Neil decided to stop drinking from the bottle and decided to throw it around.
He isn't sure if Harrington knows. He could see the light outside his window, so Billy rarely switches it on. Because if Harrington wants him around, he gets usually bend over the nearest surface or bed.
The tree house is a good hiding spot. Harrington doesn't know what a great gift he gave Billy with that. Not that Billy plans on telling him. They don't usually talk much, too busy with sucking each other off or fucking. They have sex, smoke a joint, because Harrington tries to quit cigarettes which is hilarious to Billy and then Billy leaves and goes back home to Neil and his anger.
It would be perfect. If it wasn't Harrington occasionally kissing him too long, too hot, asking Billy what he likes and touch him carefully like Billy's about to break. But maybe Harrington just misses having a girlfriend.
He is sure Harrington didn't realize that Billy would take his offer and actually come here.
But he does. It feels safe. No one knows about it, no one can get him here.
This is why Billy is here today, too. Neil has been in a mood all week which usually means for Billy to better stay out of the house. He still got a purple shiner as a birthday present.
Billy stretches himself out after piling two pillows on top of each. Rich people are insane, he thinks. This fucking tree house is better than his room at Cherry Lane. It's not even nine, but he's so tired. He sleeps at home, but always feels tense, always listening to the noises or his dad's footsteps. He sleeps better when he's here.
He must have dozed off, because he blinks, one eye bleary, one throbbing and Harrington is right above him, stroking a curl out of his face.
It's weird. It's Harrington's tree house, but they have never been here together before. Harrington surely wouldn't like the thought of Billy coming here that much.
Harrington grins at him, moles dancing when his lips stretch wide. He looks so fucking happy, like he's glad Billy is here.
"Your treehouse looks like a whorehouse," Billy says and it's a stupid lie, because he has to pretend it's the first time he's here, because it's so fucking cozy and his stomach flips, because now he's with Harrington, because the blankets are so soft and it's warm and this isn't what they're doing... ever.
"Shut up." Harrington rolls his eyes.
Billy sits up and wonders if he should already take his shirt off, fingers fiddling with the hem.
"I've got something for you," Harrington says with a crooked smile and Billy halfway expects him to pull down his pant- when Harrington holds a bag of sour candies out for him. His favorite. Fuck knows how Harrington knows this.
Billy takes one, but doesn't dare to eat it. If he eats it, he might owe Harrington or something. He doesn't want to owe anybody.
Harrington's face falls and a few more lightbulbs must have died, because its somehow much darker inside the treehouse now.
"Max lied, didn't she?" Harrington crinkles his nose. "You don't like sour candy, don't you?"
Why the hell is Harrington talking to Max about whatever candies Billy's likes? Why the fuck does Max even notice what candies are in the Camaro's glove department? Is Billy still asleep? Did Neil finally hit too fucking hard?
"I have candy cigs, if you like those better," Harrington rambles and Billy stares from the pink candy wrapping to Harrington and back. Harrington behaves like he has fucked up somehow and Billy can't stand it.
"No, these are fine." He unwraps it and puts it in his mouth. Sweet and sour twirl into each other on his tongue. Jesus, he doesn't know when he last ate that. Not ever since he moved to Hawkins, because he had a diet to stick to. Hawkins didn't feel like there's much sweetness in his life anyway.
"Good," Harrington says, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on Billy's forehead. Like Billy is worth something and not a toy to be played with. Like they're lovers. "Still tired?"
His smile somehow makes the room brighter. Billy stretches his arms and suppresses a jawn.
"I could blow ya, Harrington." And then fall back right to sleep.
"It's Steve." Harrington's smile falls a little. The light dampens a bit. "That's not what I'm here for. I saw the lights and I wanted to check on you."
Oh. He must have turned them on without thinking. Billy blinks, wondering if he's still asleep. He tries to remember the last time somebody checked on him that didn't end up with a belt on his back.
"I'm fine, Har -" Steve makes a face. "Steve."
He's always so adamant that Billy should use his first name. Billy tries to avoid it. Because if he starts to turn Harrington into Steve, he's fucked. That would mean his racing heart isn't just because of the black eyes and his dad's yelling earlier.
"Do you want some Advil?" Steve asks, fingers brushing along his temple, close to the bruise.
"Nah." Billy drank a few beers on the way here. It does the same job in numbing the pain.
"What happened?" Steve looks like he already knows what happened. Like he just needs Billy to tell him, because he doesn't want his suspicion to be real.
Maybe it is the tiredness, the stupid fairy lights or Steve's fucking softness that make Billy say: "He's just in a bad mood. It'll pass."
Neil Hargrove has his ups and downs. Angry, bitterness and then the few moments when they share a beer and he asks Billy how his days was, almost caring. Deep inside, Billy is scared that his dad is the only person that ever cared for him. That this is the only kind of love he'll ever get. That he deserves.
Steve makes a strangled noise and Billy stares at him, nostrils flaring and so angry like Billy has never seen him before.
"He can't do this, he can't..." Steve bites his lips. "You're.. you're his child."
Steve says it like Billy is a kid. Which he never got to be ever since his mom decided that he wasn't worth keeping.
Billy wants to say stupid stuff about turning 18 today and that maybe Neil does it because Billy is his kid and not despite that, but Steve shuffles closer and puts his arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace.
Billy shudders.
"I'm sorry," Steve mumbles and its fucked up because this isn't his fault, it's mostly Billy's. "I'm here for you, okay?"
It's a bitter sweet lie Billy would love to believe. That he wants to eat up, just like the sour candies. He wants Steve to hold him. He wants Steve to be Steve and not Harrington.
Steve strokes his hair and Billy just nods, because he wants Steve to mean it. He wants this to mean something, so much it hurts more than his swollen eyelid.
Steve holds him tighter until Billy lies on him. Billy melts against him. Steve smells like the sour candy and fabric softener.
Billy falls asleep, listening to Steve's heartbeat, wrapped in fluffy blankets under golden lights. He hopes they will wake up like this, too. It's the greatest birthday present he could have wished for.
@harringroveweek: Thanks for organizing this beautiful event! <3
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zarla-s · 8 months
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Man it's been a long time since I've done an ask cluster! Let's see if I can get some down...
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He's an extremely fun character to write for and play with! So in that sense I'm fond of him, haha. He's such a huge disaster of a person, there's always something fun to do with him. Well "fun" in a relative sense.
I don't have anything to forgive him for, he didn't hurt me. |D He hurt the brothers!
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I do have an idea for a cute feature inspired by Six-Eared Macaque! I should really sit down and do that already... and finish the one I half started but never finished...
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I don't think my opinion on any of them changed! I love them all, haha. Which ones I drew comics about just depends on which ones I get ideas for really. Sometimes I get Alphys ideas and sometimes I get Goatparents ideas! Inspiration is fickle!
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I don't have any solid plans or anything. :B Just gonna keep chugging along with silly comics and art! Work on Defrag and such. I'd like to finish a Ladyverse comic I've had lying around forever, and I had vague plans for doing a doujin for them too I could work on... and also seeing if I could format Handplates into a book format... I've always got a bunch of projects, haha.
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It works on that level! It wasn't intentional though. |D
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I do enjoy speculation! I don't really have much of my own though, I didn't predict anything in chapter 2 so now I'm assuming I can't predict anything in the future chapters either, haha.
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Emesis Blue is great! Some really beautiful visuals in there, very striking! Love the mood of it too and a lot of the surreal imagery. I think it helped spur me back into TF2 again, haha. Medic and Scout's relationship was so cute.
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I have thought about this! It has its share of challenges though... I outlined them more in this post. A pdf would be more doable though... could even include some extra stuff as well! Hmm...
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I can see that! He'd probably spend as much time out in the rain as he could just doing whatever to stay outside.
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It was pretty much always going to end like that. I always wanted it to end on a hopeful note! Which might seem weird with how dark it is at the beginning. I DID for a brief period at the very beginning of Handplates think about stopping with the Pacifist run, but that was only because I thought going where I wanted to go would take too long and already the project seemed so dauntingly huge at the time, haha. But it was always going to end in a positive way!
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Gaster talks about what he originally intended to create here, and he explains a bit about the physical experiments he runs on the brothers here. They aren't really a solution in and of themselves so much as tools to try and find a way to break the barrier. Really though, Gaster got stuck in the sunk-cost fallacy lol.
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I don't really have opinions about what canon Gaster would be like. |D Handplates Gaster is his own thing really. Canon Gaster, who knows! Deltarune Gaster, who knows! I will say I hope Gaster stays a mystery in Deltarune and never actually shows up but I think the odds of that are really low at this point.
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I thought about doing a script along those lines! I did a few rough drafts of one, but it never really went anywhere... it'd end up dead-ending or kind of meandering off. I might see if I can get an actual script down for a side-comic or something in the future... it might be better suited for a fic.
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I was just thinking about this lately! I was picturing Gaster totally forgetting about that until he sees Papyrus squinting and is like OH GOD YOUR EYES THAT'S RIGHT D: and goes to get him looked at lol.
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I couldn't come up with a good idea for Flowey which is a shame, I do like him, haha. If one comes to me though I might make a little side comic about it!
Gaster's LV is complicated... his stats in-game are ludicrous if I recall correctly. Did he carry the damage from his murders into the void, even if those murders weren't his in the new timeline? Deep thoughts.
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He fed them anything he could find, haha. Which is why sometimes they just ended up with chocolate bars (which he intended as dinner for himself). He probably fed them more often than he fed himself lol. He did feed them fairly regularly though.
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Not about skeletons, probably. |D
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Man I know I had an explanation for this but it was so long ago... it's hard for me to remember. It could be that the Riverperson is just weird and has weird insight into elements of things, had a prophetic dream... I don't know! It bugs me now that I can't remember this, haha.
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asaka-lucy-dr-rc · 3 days
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RAINCODE Fan Meeting Report ①
Around the first reading play of the daytime program.
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This is part 1 of a series of a highlight of the fan meeting event that took place in Tokyo on March 17, 2024. There were so many interesting parts that I am not sure how many parts I will finish, but I think I will post at least two more. ⚠️This is a long post! Please read this only if you have the time.
Before the show begins:
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When the show started, Yuma's voice called out to the audience, but I thought it was just a recorded voice playing, so I listened quietly. Then he hesitantly shouted "H-Hello!" again, and I finally realized that I had to answer him. (Sorry I didn't notice sooner, Yuma!) I answered out loud, but there were quite a few people clapping back. (JP fans are a little too shy XD)
Then, after the lights went dark, Katsumi Fukuhara, the VA of Yuma, and Sayumi Suzushiro, the VA of Shinigami, appeared on the stage.
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A reenactment of the scene where Yuma first meets Shinigami on the Amaterasu Express began. The first part must have been almost exactly the same as the dialog in the game: Shinigami waking up Yuma, Yuma learning that he is an amnesiac, Shinigami identifying himself, and so on.
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There was a scene in which Shinigami got upset with Yuma because he did not call her name properly. (I don't know how it is translated in the English version of RAIN CODE, but Shinigami gets upset when Yuma doesn't call her “Shinigami-chan”.)
Yuma tried to cheer up Shinigami's mood, but it doesn't work out. Then Shinigami suggested:
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Here, the audience side brightens up and Shinigami said, "See how many there are!".  Yuma noticed the audience, then said “Oh, hi!” and waved to the audience, a little hesitantly.
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(Actually the people on the stage are the VAs, but for clarity I have replaced them with characters.) Many in the audience waved back, but there were a few who clapped back at this scene as well. (JP fans tend to clap anyway. XD)
Yuma then asked the audience for help. (Sorry, the art above and the art below are not properly connected, because my memory is pretty fuzzy on what happened between them!)
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I don't remember exactly why Shinigami's line in that part got that way, but I'm pretty sure she was telling the audience, "I haunt you guys perfectly! (バッチリみんなに憑いてるよ!)". (Her lines are hard to translate! 😅 You might think it's a weird translation, but it's a weird line originally, so I hope you can guess what it is).
After that, there was a little exchange, and then Yuma exclaimed: "We're in the washroom of car number 1…, no, we're in Hikousen Theater!!!" (Hikousen Theater is the actual venue where the event took place). The performance ended when Yuma realized that he had actually fainted in the waiting room of the Hikousen Theater and called for the MC. (I'm not sure why the location was changed when it said the Amaterasu Express on the screen, but I guess it was done to make it easier for the audience to understand that the exchange was the same as the one in the Amaterasu Express in the game).
Then the MC appeared and the VAs introduced themselves. When it was Sayumi Suzushiro’s turn, she asked the audience to say “kawaii (cute)” while performing Shinigami's voice. And again, the audience calls out as they did earlier:
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Both Katsumi Fukuhara and Sayumi Suzushiro performed perfectly, and I was very impressed that they spoke exactly the same as the characters in the game! I don't know how much they practiced, but it was really nice to see their performance in real time!
That's all for now in this post. I've already started preparing the rest of the posts and hope to be able to post them as soon as possible! 😣
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billthedrake · 9 months
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(Heads up that this chapter is more hard core.)
TRAINING THE SALES GUY (PART FOUR)
I considered my weird fuckbuddy affair with Carson Wells to be done. I kicked myself a little bit for pushing too far and freaking him out. Then I was glad it happened. It was an inappropriate thing from the start and had no good end.
I hooked up with one guy a couple of times. I actually enjoyed fucking again. And kissing and making out. And the fun flirty vibe with another gay dude. As hot as Carson's blowjobs had been and as much as I'd enjoyed the naughty thrill of a finance bro who liked to suck dick, it wasn't a completely rewarding connection.
Maybe I should have gotten out there to date again, but I still wasn't ready for that. I still saw Rob, my ex. We'd run into each other in the neighborhood and decided to have lunch, to try out the civilized adult thing. It was good and not good at the same time. We promised to do it again, but I needed more time.
I was enjoying making a couple new friends. Some of my long-standing friends were more settled down now or had moved, while the mutual friends Rob and I had took his side mostly. But my social life was picking up and I was doing my best to squash my workaholic ways. I was never an athletic guy but joined one of the gay sports leagues in the city. It was a perfect mix of younger guys and older, single and coupled. I even got invited along on a beach trip in Mexico.
It was a Saturday night I got back from that trip in fact when I got a text from Carson Wells.
"Hey Bill sorry to bug you. Can we talk?"
"Yeah, when?" I typed back.
"Now?"
It was like 10:30. I'd had a long day and while my dick liked the idea of a booty call, this just felt like a strange way for Carson to start things back up. I knew the self-respecting thing would be to set boundaries and tell him I'd talk to him tomorrow.
"Sure," I wrote back. "Come over?" I was already settled in for the evening and not in the mood to go out. If Carson was so urgent, he could come over.
"All right," he replied.
He looked distraught when he finally showed up. He had almost that tech-bro look... black joggers, designer sneakers, gray hoodie with some logo on it. "Hey," he said softly as I let him in.
I showed him into the living area and had him sit on the sofa. I sat down too, though not right next to him. "What's up, Carson?" I asked.
He have me a wistful look. Gone was that perfect smile, but those green eyes were sexy as fuck. "Emily and I broke up tonight."
I felt bad, but also I was what the fuck? I didn't fucking know Emily. "Sorry, man," I said. But I couldn't be the guy to unload on. "But don't you have any buddies you can talk about this with?"
He nodded. "Yeah, I've been out with them." His voice got a little quieter. "But, fuck, Bill I need to suck a dick." He scooted closer to me and put his hand on my leg, running quickly up the bare leg and toward the him of my casual gym shorts.
"I don't know, Carson," I said, stopping his hand.
He looked hurt. "Oh. You seeing someone? I shoulda asked."
I shook my head. "Not seeing anyone. But well... you're pretty upset right now. I don't wanna..."
I was trying to respect him and not take advantage of his emotional state, but Carson laughed. There came thought pearly whites again. "What, Boss? You don't want your dick sucked?"
My dick was liking that idea all right. "When you put it that way," I replied, with a chuckle.
Carson placed his hand back on my leg, now teasingly running his fingers along my leg hair and my thigh muscle. I'd never seen this side of the guy. He still wasn't making the move to kiss or anything, but the sensuality of the touch was great. "I've been watching those videos you sent me... a lot actually."
"Yeah?" I asked. This was a surprise, all right. I spread my legs and let his hand travel up toward my crotch.
He nodded. He had a strange emotional vibe. Definitely distraught and wound up. Maybe I was taking advantage of his state. "They're wild as fuck, Boss. But keep thinking what it would be like to try that."
"Which one?" I asked.
"Both," he admitted. "The training one... and that other one... I've watched some others like it, too."
I was completely hard now. I pulled Carson's hand away only now so I could pull down my shorts and briefs. I let my dong ride up fully rigid and throbbing. And here I thought I was too tired even for a stroke session before bed.
The man grinned as he eyed up my phallus. "That's a great dick, Boss." He looked up at me, lust adding to the emotions on his phase. "Just go a little easier on me," he asked. "I've not anything like that those videos."
I nodded and grinned, pushing up my erection for his gaze. "Will do, Wells... though don't sell yourself shorts. You've done a lot of training already."
I reached up and ran my fingers along the side of his hair, moving further back on his head. Carson got the hit and leaned forward.
We'd never actually done it like this before, with me sitting down and Carson leaning over. But it was hot to see this hunk bend over to service me. I let him start, licking me and then sucking me in. Wells was great at this and his mood made him hungrier. He practically scarfed my hardon down to the root in three gos.
"Fuck yes, buddy," I growled. "Eat my fucking boner." I didn't want to go too Dom on Wells. Partly because he was the kind of cocksucker who'd easily spook if you didn't respect him. And partly because trash talking wasn't the biggest turn on for me. That deep throat action was.
I watched him work that deep spot in his throat with my cock, wildly bobbing on me and grunting deep sex grunts. He'd been thinking about this a lot, I know. Carson Wells was ready.
I held his neck tight and just started fucking his skull. Hard steady jabs. I'd only been with three guys who'd been up for this treatment before. My ex Rob wasn't one of them, and maybe I was ready for this too.
It took maybe six thrusts before I hit pay dirt. Carson's gullet seized up and he gagged. I stopped my thrusts but I held so he couldn't easily lift up. He was gonna retch but I talked him through it. "Swallow it back down, buddy... easy, man.... there ya go." I could see the tear stream from his eye and his face go red but Carson did it. And the second he got himself under control I pulled him up.
"FUCK!" he cried, eyes watery. But damned if the guy didn't have a wild, excited look on his face. "That was intense," he hissed, his mouth thick with mucus.
But not as thick as my cock was. Its length was covered with a good amount of Carson Wells' throat slime.
"That's some perfect slime, buddy!" I hissed, encouraging him or at least thanking him. This is the kind of extreme oral that turned me on all right. "How you feeling?"
He looked up. "Not as bad as I thought," he answered. "I think I was more scared of it to happen than anything."
"You up for another go?" I asked. Hopeful as hell, but I'd respect his boundaries.
He nodded. "I think so, yeah... So, Boss... how do you keep from, you know....?"
I knew the answer, but only as an oral top, not a cocksucker. Carson would have to find his own answer. But I did my best to explain. "You gotta know your body and learn how to control it. Lean into just the right amount of gag, then turn it off."
He took it all in. "What if I don't turn it off in time?" I could see the concern and knew where he was coming from.
I shrugged. "If it happens, it happens. But don't fear that. Tell yourself it's gonna be fine."
"All right," he said. Jesus, he clearly had been thinking about this a lot.
I applied some pressure on his neck again and I watched as Carson took me into his mouth again. I did the driving this time, using the residual thick saliva to ease my way into a slow steady deep throat fuck. After the previous activity, Carson was able to take me like a pro. One deep push after another. Six months ago this would have been enough to get me off big. It would be enough now, too, but I wanted more. I started a series of hard thrusts again.
Carson, to his credit, did better this time around. But pretty soon the gag kicked in, and the guy knew what to do. He let it happen, only to swallow it back down.
"Fuck yes," I hissed. I didn't have to go hard and deep now. I just let Carson do the sucking. Up and down on my bone, as that thick slime spilled out of his mouth and onto my balls. He was excited, maybe because of how thrilled I was. But this was hands down one the hottest things I'd seen. My hot business-bro coworker giving me some insanely sloppy head.
"Fuck, Cars... I'm gonna cum!" I growled. I could hear the slickness of the sticky spittle on his chin and lips and he worked me with steady mouth strokes. "FUUCK!" I grunted as I gave up a super heavy load.
Carson now moaned excitedly. He always liked when I came but he seemed even needier now.
He finally pulled back when my dick had enough. Even after a few months' break, the guy seemed to remember just how much stimulation I could take after a good nut.
"Goddamn," he growled as he pulled off. He looked up at me, his mind in some new state of head fuck but definitely turned on. "Damn, you're one kinky fucker," he gasped. The slime and spit was on his chin and all over his beard. It was crazy hot. My dick wasn't gonna go down soon.
I lifted my hand up and wiped some of the wetness of his beard. "You may be a little kinky, too, Wells," I said. Then I nodded down at his crotch. "Need to get off."
He sat up, showing that indeed he had an erection in his joggers. He slipped them over his boner and reached down. "I went soft but my hardon came back," he explained. I watched him started a stroke, then I stood up, letting my wet dong sway some in front of him.
"Too messy for ya?" I asked.
He shook his head no, and had that unmistakable look of need on his face. I stepped up and put my dick near his mouth. Carson leaned forward and started sucking me in again. A few strokes and the guy was cumming, hard.
I went to fetch some washcloths. We'd both need it.
I expected Carson to have some doubts now, but he seemed quiet in a relaxed way. "Thanks for helping me out, Bill. I needed that."
I found my shorts and slipped them back on. "I won't lie, Carson," I said. "I haven't had a scene that hot in, like, forever."
He gave me a sly grin. "I'm glad, Boss. It was kinda crazy hot for me, too." He looked at his phone, where I gathered he had some messages. "Look, I'm gonna go meet some buddies now. Talk to you later?"
"Anytime, Wells," I said.
And I meant it.
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ink-and-dagger · 1 year
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Hii, idk is this a weird request but. Silcos s/o fainting.
SO I got the idea 15 minutes ago when I got up too quick and just bam, lights out. My first thoughts waking up on the floor was just 1. Wtf 2. Wouldn't it be hilarious if my fav villain was looking at me confused af rn.
So like. They've just been discussing something, maybe the s/o was sitting on his couch while Silco got some paperwork done and then like
Silco: dear, could you fetch me the last weeks reports from downstairs(or sumn)
S/o. Ye. *gets up and BAM*
YUH UH. LOVE YE BYE
It isn't a weird request at all, and even if it was I love being sent weird shit. I realise that this ask is nearly 3 months old but I hope you're okay💜
I've actually had this half written for a while, but realistically I can’t see myself finding anymore time to extend or finesse it, so I’m just gonna post it as is. It's short and pretty rough, but I hope you enjoy all the same!
Also I hope you don't mind but I've used Astrid as the reader because this is just very in-character for her🥲
Silco x Reader || Silco x Astrid || Fainting || Unedited drabble
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The toes of your boots tap absently together high above you - perched as they are atop the back of the crimson chaise in Silco’s office. The rest of you sprawled in a diagonal swoon across the seat cushions.
“You’re doing it again,” Silco chides beneath his breath ­- a mockingly melodic baritone from his seat at his desk, eyes not lifting from the papers in front of him.
Your boots halt their tapping, and you drop your book page down upon your chest in a huff.
“Bored,” you complain.
“Yes, you’ve already mentioned,” he responds patiently, “Which is why I suggested some quiet reading.”
You pull a face and discard the book on the coffee table, “Can’t get into it. Feel restless.”
A lengthy exhale hisses from his nose, and his gaze ticks upwards to meet yours. Long, unimpressed face upside down in your vision from your position upon the sofa.
“If you’re feeling restless then you can make yourself useful,” his attention drops back to his work, and he gestures towards his bookshelves with a flick of his pen, “Fetch me the profit ledger for this quarter. Bottom shelf.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Now.”
You roll your eyes and swing your legs off the back of the sofa in a single dramatic swoop to spring to your—
“Sweetheart?”
The voice swims and warps at the edges of your mind. Loud and distant all at once. The surface beneath your spine is hard and coarse. Your vision remains obscured by a fluttering curtain of darkness which slowly recedes to the outer edges in swirling patterns of dappled red and chem-green.
A face above yours. Eyes that don’t match beneath dark, pinched brows. Mouth drawn tight and age lines deep with apprehension. Cute though.
Your mouth quirks into a dopey smile.
“Hey there handsome,” you trill.
Concern darkens to irritation, “I’ve told you not to lie upside down on the sofa like that. You’re as bad as Jinx. At least she has the excuse of adolescence.”
“S’comfy.”
“Be that as it may, you—don’t even think about it,” Silco growls, pressing firmly on your sternum to force you back down to the rug when you attempt to shift up onto your elbows.
“I’m fine Silco. Just stood up too fast is all.”
“And do you think repeating that mistake is the best course of action? Lay still.”
“Cluck cluck mother hen,” you grumble. But your complaint goes ignored. Silco shifts from his haunches to sit properly at your side, and his arm snakes beneath your knees to lift them, gathering them in a bundle up onto his shoulder.
“Not now Silco. Not in the mood.”
He offers you a slow, unimpressed blink, “It’s to help the blood flow back to your brain. I shouldn’t think it will take all that long to fill up again.”
You flip him the middle finger and his annoyance chips away just a crack, allowing through a tiniest of smirks.
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twistedtummies2 · 4 months
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Top 15 Portrayals of Peter Pan
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A while back, in 2021 - in celebration of the 110th anniversary of “Peter Pan” - I posted a list of my favorite portrayals of the villain of the story, Captain Hook. Earlier this year, I updated that same list. I said then that, even as a kid, I always liked Hook more than his nemesis, the titular Peter. While this is true, I do think it’s important to state that, as much as I may love the dastardly pirate Pan battles constantly…this does not mean Peter is a bad character. I think that Peter Pan gets a bad rap a lot nowadays, mostly because, if you read the original book…Peter is kind of a little psychopath. He’s sort of a little tyrant, threatening to kill or banish anybody who doesn’t do what he wants, and refusing to listen to reason when people try to help him or keep him under control. And that’s the entire point: Barrie’s story originally didn’t HAVE Hook. The original idea behind what would become “Peter and Wendy” was that Pan was a representation of both everything good AND everything bad about childhood: he is not necessarily EVIL, but he is stuck perpetually in a state of infantile, underdeveloped youth. He’s brash, cocky, and has a LOT of power that I don’t think even he is fully aware of. There’s a lot of mystery surrounding Peter, which actually makes him more fascinating to adults than I think many might realize. Peter’s arc in the story is one of coming to grips with emotions he’s never experienced before, and taking up a kind of responsibility he’s always tried to deny in the past. He’s much more dynamic and more interesting than many people give him credit. I’ve been in a Peter Pan mood lately, so I decided…what the heck? I might as well give a bit of a spotlight to some of my favorite portrayals of the Boy Who Never Grows Up that have come around over the years. (On that note, there has long been a tradition, particularly in stage shows, of women playing Peter, so there will be some ladies included here. Don’t you dare whine about it, they’re absolutely awesome.) Some of these versions stick to the ambiguity of Barrie’s original, while others make Pan either more heroic or more villainous depending on interpretation. There’s a lot of ways you can go with the idea of an eternal child, both idealistic and cynical. So, think Happy Thoughts, everyone, and don’t forget the pixie dust! Here are My Top 15 Favorite Portrayals of Peter Pan!
15. Sandy Duncan, from the Styne-Charlap Musical. (The most famous stage musical version of the story; Duncan first played Peter in a 1979 Revival of the show on Broadway.)
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14. Greg Tannahill, from Peter Pan Goes Wrong.
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13. Petermon, from Digimon: Ghost Game. (Yeah. Peter Pan as a Digimon. That weirdness speaks for itself.)
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12. Mia Farrow, from the 1976 TV Musical.
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11. The Version from “Peter and the Starcatchers.” (I’m referring specifically to the books; there is a stage version based on the first book, but I haven’t seen it for various reasons. I love the original books, though. This is probably one of the “nicest” versions of Peter on the list, for lack of a better description.)
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10. Robin Williams, from Hook. (Come now, you all knew he had to be here somewhere.)
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9. The Version from “Alias, Hook.” (Without going into detail, this really shows how scary a Barrie-accurate Peter can be without much real change.)
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8. Charlie Rowe, from SyFy’s Neverland.
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7. Betty Bronson, from the 1924 Film.
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6. Robbie Kay, from Once Upon a Time. (By far the most evil version of Peter Pan ever made, at least that I've discovered.)
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5. Mary Martin, from the Styne-Charlap Musical. (She originated the part on Broadway, starting in 1954.)
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4. Cathy Rigby, ALSO from the Styne-Charlap Musical. (She’s been playing the role off and on since the 1970s - no joke, look it up - with her most recent stint being in 2015. She was in her sixties then! Talk about Never Growing Up!)
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3. Jason Marsden, from Peter Pan and the Pirates.
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2. Jeremy Sumpter, from the 2003 Film.
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1. The Disney Version. (Originally played by Bobby Driscoll; this one wins out mostly just because this is the first version I think of when I think of Peter as a character, and because I think the various spin-offs and such have really helped to make him a more likable protagonist over time, while still keeping him true to his established persona.)
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Okay I think. I'm posting it. 800+ something words under the cut, I wanted to write something kind of like the audio dramas featured on the album CDs or the silly skits in the podcast episodes, so it's all written as if it were a script. Enjoy?!
Levi: Ah, y-you're here! ...You're early.
Lazarus: Well, I got bored waiting for the time to come around, and I wanted to see you right away, so... ahem.
Lazarus: Anyway, we’re watching the Ultrawitch finale tonight, right? I've been looking forward to it.
Levi: Actually, I… had something else in mind for us to watch tonight, if that’s okay with you? We can totally finish the series some other time, it’s just- I saw something I really wanted to watch with you ASAP, and…
Lazarus: Really? Man, I wish you’d told me that earlier...
Lazarus: But it’s okay. I guess I don’t really care, as long as we get to hang out! What’d you have in mind?
Levi: It’s this 12 episode anime I discovered recently. Each episode covers a different tragic story, with different characters. It's supposed to be SUPER heartbreaking lol. I mean, i-if you care.
Lazarus: Huh… angsty stuff like that isn’t really my thing, but alright, sounds interesting enough.
Levi: Really?! Thank goodness, I was so worried you’d turn down the idea!! Okay. Come sit down, I’ll get it all set up.
Lazarus: Gotcha!
Lazarus: …Hey, uh, you’re moving in a bit close, Levi…
Levi: Yeah, so I can see your face bette- um, I mean-! A-A-Am I?! I’m so sorry! I’ll get out of your personal space right away, ahahaha!
Levi: A-Anyway, I’m about to hit play, so quiet down and watch closely, alright?!
Levi: (sniff) Making the immortal say goodbye to his human lover is so cruel... gaaahh, it hurts my very soul! (sob) Why couldn't they both just be together forever? It's not fair...
Lazarus: It is kind of painful, yeah... but at least they got to be together at all, even if it was just for a little while?
Levi: But now he's going to be alone! Uuuugh, I can't think about this anymore... (sniff)
… ...
Lazarus: Augh, this poor girl... watching her repress herself like this makes me feel kinda bad for her.
Levi: (sniffle) Everyone in that town is so shallow. They have no right to talk about her behind her back just because she's a little "weird"! Don't they see how much that hurts her? I bet they don't even care! How heartless... (sob)
Lazarus: (Yeah, I know what that's like...)
... ... ...
Levi: W-Well, that was the final episode. Um... your thoughts, please?
Lazarus: Eeeh, bit of a 6/10 to me, I think. No, maybe 6.5... 6.7?
Levi: 6.7?! N-No way... did you somehow feel nothing while we were watching it?
Lazarus: Well, the stories themselves were written fine enough, I guess...? But it didn't really do anything major for me.
Levi: ...You're unbelievable.
Lazarus: Huh?! Hey, what's with the sudden mood change? Are you mad at me?
Levi: Tch... I should have known... even if we ARE best friends, you'd never... not in front of someone like me...
Lazarus: Levi?
Levi: Like, why would you?! Who would want to be so open... in the presence of some loser...
Lazarus: Leviathan.
Levi: What?!
Lazarus: What's up with you? Talk to me.
Levi: ...No. I can't. It’s too embarrassing.
Lazarus: Come on, just tell me! You know I'm not gonna judge you!
Levi: Fine. Fine!
Levi: I was just thinking... in the entire time we’ve known each other, I’ve seen all sorts of different emotions on you.
Levi: I’ve seen how happy you get when you pull a UR card of your fave. I’ve seen you be totally pissed off during those days when we hated each other. I’ve even seen you be terrified out of your mind, but…
Levi: …somehow, I’ve never seen you cry before. I thought for sure today would be the day, but everything backfired on me. So humiliating...
Lazarus: Eh? So all of this was you trying to make me cry?! Okay, I miiiiight judge you a little for this one. You’re weirder than I thought, huh!
Levi: Wait. Wait, wait, wait! No! I just realized that sounds really bad! I-I-I promise I’m not a sadist or anything! It's because, um, I…
Levi: …I brought it up once, to everyone else. And they all said they’d never seen you cry, either. Like, not even tearing up a LITTLE bit!
Lazarus: Yeah, ‘cause I don’t like to do that in front of other people.
Levi: But that’s the thing! When they all said that, I thought... I really wanted to be the first and only person to ever see you cry.
Levi: Because, like… that would mean you trust me, right? I… want.. to be the only person you’re vulnerable with, in that way… or something.. whatever.
Levi: Never mind, it’s nothing. Just forget I said anyth-
Levi: …Wait. A-Are you--?!
Lazarus: T-That’s… (sniff) somehow, that’s the sweetest thing... (sniff) you’ve ever said to me!!! Waaaaaaaahhh! Levi, you’re so cute!!!
Levi: Why was that what did it for you?! Hey, don’t just throw your arms around me-! Aaaaghhh, I can't process all of this!!! Let go, you idiot!!!
END 💥💥💥
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Pairing: Hongjoong x Gn!Reader
Word count: 1k.
Genre: Angst.
AN: This is heavily based on something that happened to me once, hits too close to home heh, it's written really fast, and definitely not my best work, but enjoy regardless<3
Warnings: Uhhh, cigarettes, alcohol, reader's friend is a dick and doesn't know it, treating reader like shit:(( mentions of hooking up, not anything in detail!! NOT PROOFREAD!
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Walking over to your friend late at night, had you in a lot of thoughts, and to be honest, it was messy, everything was messy.
You've been in love with Hongjoong for almost a year.
You almost got into a relationship with him but then something changed, it was weird and super unexpected and you never really understood why, your two friends Yunho and Mina were the ones to tell you that he was interested in someone else and didn't tell you, needless to say, you were devastated.
the feelings for him would eventually slow down, but it's hard, especially after what you two have previously been up to, occasionally making out and teasing each other about everything.
"Hi!!" Mina said as she hugged you tight.
"Aren't you cold? It's super cold… Come in!" She said as you followed her inside her apartment, the familiar smell of cigarettes filled almost her entire apartment, and her 2 cats greeted you with countless meows.
"Tell me, how have you been?" She asked you as you sat in the bed and she made herself comfortable on her couch.
"Stressed, but I'm okay. School is really taking up a lot of my time, which is why I haven't been able to hang out with you guys a lot" You said, frowning a little.
Your group was CHAOS. there was Hongjoong who has been seeing Chaewon on and off for quite some time, you two actually had a decent friendship, sometimes talking about how shitty everything was and how in sync you were. Yeosang, who has been seeing Mina for about a year, never made anything official though. Wooyoung, who was everyone's friend and a total mood-maker. then there's you and Yunho, you guys were like siblings, sharing everything together even TMI stuff. You were the one who introduced Yunho to the group a year after you matched with Hongjoong on a dating app.
"I get that, you haven't really been with a lot from the group, right? Hongjoong is almost always in here after he's done talking with Chae" She said, asking if you wanted a puff, you declined tho, not really feeling the vibe.
"No not really, I've not even been able to make time with Yunho" You knew Mina and Hongjoong have history, but you didn't like to talk about it, understandable enough.
She handed you a glass of wine which you happily accepted, downing it and getting it refilled.
After a lot of catching up and talking about the chaos that's been happening, you eventually got into a talk about romance.
"I mean I haven't even kissed anyone in so long, I don't remember who was the last one," You said jokingly, trying to lighten up the mood.
"Mine was yesterday with Hongjoong" Your stomach twisted at her words, but somehow you remained calm, not letting any feelings get to your face, which honestly resulted in you looking kinda bored.
You simply nodded, talking about a lot of other stuff when Mina suddenly looked at you.
"You know how I've been with Yeosang and we promised not to be with anyone else right?" She asked, you nodded.
"Can you keep a secret?" She said and you nodded again, you had an idea what was gonna happen, but you really hoped it was just you overthinking.
"I slept with Hongjoong" That's it. You were disappointed in her, she was supposed to be one of your best friends yet she slept with the guy she knew you had a massive crush on. Heck, she even shipped you guys from the start!! She was whipped for you both to get together… And now this? You still didn't let any emotion form in your face.
"Oh, nice" Was all you muttered, romance has never been something you were lucky in, so it's no secret, you even predicted this.
"You don't have any reaction?" She tilted her head at you "I was scared to make you sad, or hurt, or angry.." She said.
"No it's okay, It's fine really. I think my feelings have died down and again, we haven't really been talking a lot lately" Lies, well not all of them. But it certainly wasn't fine.
The night went by fast, looking at the clock. 2:38 am.
You were tired, finally finding the courage to go home. You said your goodbye to her, leaving the complex quietly, listening to music as you passed by Hongjoong and Chaewon, smiling and talking a little with Chaewon before Hongjoong interrupted the conversation.
"Hey uh… Can we talk?" He said, looking at you. A smile and a wave to Chae as she went inside her apartment while you and Hongjoong stood outside in the fresh cold air.
"I just… I wanna say I'm sorry for not talking with you the last few weeks, and not coming home to you as I promised…" He said, taking your hand in his. You missed him, you really did. But all of this has been fucking with your head a lot.
"It's fine Joong, really. It happens to the best of us, right? And you seem to be busy enough with them that I'm not a priority at all and I just gotta accept that" You finally snapped at him.
"Joong. I'm tired and I just wanna go home and sleep, contact me another time and we can talk but right now I'm not in the mood at all" You said as you walked away hearing him yell he was sorry at you, you knew he wasn't and your feelings didn't matter to him, the thing with Mina just confirmed it.
So here you are, walking home with music playing way too loud in your ears, not feeling like crying as you mostly felt empty.
All you wanted was to do was escape this city, and you knew that if you had the money you had been gone for long, but the only thing you could do now was to get home safely.
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she is both hellfire and holy water
- part VI
jake seresin
callsign: scorcher
part V
part IV
disclaimers/tags: female!reader!aviator. loverboy jake is vengeful. slowburn and angst.
word count: 5.2k
a/n: sorry again for the late update! i've been in a low mood and it reflects a bit on this chapter and the next, which i'm planning on posting very soon in a .5 type of chapter to make up for how long it took me to post again. anyway, as always please lmk your thoughts :)
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In the morning, Maverick wakes everyone up even earlier than they had hoped was necessary, for a surprise flight session.
"Where's Lieutenant Seresin?"
"Late, sir. He didn't come back to base last night."
Your eyes fall to the ground at Coyote's sentence.
You had a feeling, when he wasn't in the room being annoyingly good at waking up early. Another mark on the long list of things he excels at. But Rooster had distracted you long enough not to delve into it.
Turns out the idiot slept in his car. Roof down, parked under the bright morning light. His sunburn likening him to a lobster, he looked positively ridiculous.
"He'll pay for that when he gets here. Scorcher." Pete looks sorrowful. Penny must have told him about the kiss. You probably look like you're going to vomit. "You're my backseater today."
This is the best and fastest cure for your moral hangover. Up in the air, with Maverick.
It's more than honorable to sit behind Captain Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, it's fullfilling. Every time you do, it feels like your life has purpose again.
After your WSO didn't survive an ejection, a lot of things went through your mind. One of which was never piloting another jet. Maverick took the spot in the back of your plane numerous times after the accident just so you could feel comfortable, believe in your own skills again.
It warranted a lot of patience from both of you, but he was right, it is what you're born to do. Actually, you don't know what else you're good at. So you'll forever be grateful for him taking time with a random student still in her academy days to make sure you at least tried to reach your potential.
Being his backseater is no chore, he's the most obvious natural talent you've ever met, which grants you the extraordinary experience of being able to watch your friend Pete do what he loves most without barely having to turn your neck.
The session goes smoothly, except for Phoenix and Bob underperforming. Off the comms, you tell Mav not to worry about it, you'll talk to Trace.
To your displeasure, you're not quite done yet.
"Good morning, everybody. Your entertainment is here, you can all wake up."
"Is that- Oh God."
"Not God, Payback. Just me. You should look up, though, I'm right above you. Wave back."
Your body slumps back on the seat, a helpless reaction to hearing his voice when you were hoping to avoid him for a few more hours, at least.
"Hangman, do not engage!"
That's weird. Your hands squeeze the straps, sitting up to look at the Captain, absorbing the exasperated language of his body.
"Excuse me, sir? I've got a lock!"
In trying to escape his jet, Payback found himself exactly where Jake wanted him.
"That's not the point. You're not a little late, training is nearly over! You get no flying time today, that's an ord-"
"Maverick, I'm here now! If I don't get these hours in-"
"That's it, no air time for two days." The comms are quiet, and you push the small mic away, putting a hand on your pilot's shoulder. Mav. "I repeat, Lieutenant Seresin, you're out."
"Captain, sir. It's eleven-hundred, there's at least-"
"I'm aware, Scorcher." You wince at his lack of composure, retreating when he addresses everyone again. "Everybody else, push harder. I'm not seeing enough out of you today."
The next fifty minutes are grueling, Maverick incessantly chasing every pilot out of their comfort zone. You're happy to sit behind him, speaking only when he asks you to.
No one complains, but you know they're simply holding back in front of their instructor. Sweaty and tense when they return to the ground.
You walk in front of Pete, catching Nat's 'thanks, Bagman' as she goes past the blonde. Jake is obediently waiting for Maverick's scolding, helmet in front of his body, head held high.
He only falters when you send him a sympathetic smile.
Even if he hides it well, you're aware that your old friend is someone Seresin has learned to admire, consequently looking for his approval.
When Rooster was picked for the uranium mission, you were equally proud and apprehensive for your friend. But your smile had dropped once your eyes landed on Hangman. It was a split-second slip up, his shoulders deflating before immediately raising again with a deep inhale, and you caught it.
You were watching him when you should've been looking at your actual friends, who had just been assigned to a major mission. Fascinated by his failure to hide the disappointment in his eyes, regardless of the rest of his body posing as unphased. Wondering how often he has to piece himself together with that same quickness.
Walking with a stupid grin on your face, the memory of the conversation you had hits you like a truck.
"Hey."
Basket of laundry supported by your hips, greeting soft on your lips before they return to the more common and less friendly thin line.
He stood in front of the washing machine in use, absentmindedly eating Oreos, correcting his posture when you come in and it pulls a discreet chuckle from you. Squinting at his furrowed brows and tense facial expressions.
Quietly dropping your clothes into the empty machine, the only sound in the room is that of the cycle starting.
"You know, Phoenix and Bob's chemistry is a huge strike of luck, silly not to take advantage of it. I think any of us could've done a good job as Mav's wingman, but it feels like Rooster's time."
Placating words, hoping they'll smother your anxieties over not being picked as much as his.
"With all due respect, Scorcher, I don't need a pep talk."
You snort.
"Oh, I'm aware, neither do I. Pep talks tend to be super gross and condescending. But I don't think sulking is very helpful, is it?" He raises an eyebrow and motions with the packet to you. You take one, shrugging. "All I'm saying is…it's not our mission. There'll be others."
"Cute way to think, a little too positive though. I can't wait for the next mission every time. And if it never comes?"
"Impossible." You turn and jump up to sit on top of the washing machine. "We're both way too good."
"We?"
Licking the chocolate off your teeth, you take a deep breath, humming as if you're considering it.
"I can admit you're top three."
"Three? Sweetheart, please-"
A groan escapes your lips, exaggeratedly loud and he jumps, but there's a surprised smile on his lips.
"Immediately, I'm taking it back." His brows furrow, still amused, and you nod your head. "Yeah, I was just trying to make you feel better anyway, you're definitely struggling to catch up to Roo and Trace. And I haven't even mentioned myself yet."
He's playing with the stack of cookies in his hand, eventually shoving another one in his mouth, and you take the opportunity to watch him. Slow and close.
"I do like your flying."
"You like it?"
"I respect it."
"Oh, wow. Consider me honored."
Somehow, you found yourselves looking directly into each other's eyes. Yours widen just a little, impatient.
"It's fast but quiet. Sneaks up on you, leaves an impact behind. Impressive. So why didn't Mitchell pick you?"
There it is. The reason he even started to compliment you.
"Maverick doesn't play favorites. If he picked Bradley, it's because he belives his abilities are the ones he needs."
He scoffs. "That's naive of you. C'mon, you've aced all the tests up to now, shouldn't this mission be yours?"
"Thank you, Seresin, for your unmitigated support. I know, apparently as much as you do, that I could've done this mission. But it's not me. There's still a job to do down here, to make sure all of them make it back, that's what I'm thinking about. And that's what you should be thinking about as well." Back on the ground, you turn to him from the doorway. "Let it go. Whining makes you look amateur."
Nose twisting up, remembering how mean you've been to him before. Not undeserved.
"Scorcher," Pete calling for you snaps you back into reality. He's a few steps behind, Jake in between you. "Nice job today."
Your eyes squint at the sun, shy under the praise and in front of Hangman.
"Didn't really do anything, but it was my pleasure."
"Yeah, you did." Blinking at him, he only nods. "I'm down for a repeat, anytime."
"Me too, sir."
Smiling, you refrain from asking Mav to go easy on the aviator watching your interaction, instead averting your eyes to the ground and walking away.
When you woke up this morning, things were much clearer in your mind. Jake's not the problem, you are. There's no reason to be upset with him.
Truth is, as much as it made you cry, you can also acknowledge it was a mess of your own creation. You told him it was a mistake. Sure, you didn't expect him to go straight into another woman's arms, but it would happen eventually. You're just…speedrunning the process.
Until you actually say something, he can do whatever he wants.
But would you dare? And what would be the plan? Explain that, yes, you very much like him but simultaneously you do not want to do anything about it because you're scared he won't tolerate you for long?
Your sober thoughts also led to the conclusion that you're way past the point of worrying whether or not he reciprocates your feelings. That kiss was heavy with meaning, and you got along fine. It's not too much of a leap to assume he could see an angle where he has some fun. Your worries now lie in the unraveling of yourself.
What follows is a brutal shedding of layers you have comfortably hidden under for as long as you can remember, taking your balled fists out of your pocket in the cold and opening them to ask. With no guarantee that you will be invited to a warm home.
He'll be able to see all of the vices that make you squirm and scratch at your skin because of how much you wish you could rid yourself of them. Then he's gonna ask, why don't you change? And you'll resent him for suggesting the obvious, and yourself for not already being better.
Jake is the rare kind that might sincerely make you want to do the work. Adapt. But are you worth sticking through it for? Change is difficult, and you're resistant.
The way it is - alone - works for you. It's not sad and it's not painful. If you did change, it would be for him. And when he saw what a hard time you have taking care of yourself, putting effort, how comfortable it is for you to stick to what you already know, well…He'll want to leave. And you'll see it coming, and you'll lay the ground for it, making sure he does just that.
A guttural experience. Maybe you could spare both of you from it.
It's late afternoon when you finally catch Natasha alone, fixing herself some yogurt in the kitchen.
"That was some dogshit flying you did today."
Near black eyes bore into you with the harsh intensity to shut anyone else down, but you only scoot closer against the counter, reminding her you don't scare easy.
"What do you want?"
"We can talk about your embarrassing performance or the reason why you're off."
"Rooster."
You can't help but cackle when the name slips out of her gritted teeth like a vexed old lady. She's ready to stomp on your foot like a child.
"Sorry, it's just, you said it like Josh from Drake and Josh, when he used to say Megan, have you ever- Ok. Nevermind. Please talk to me."
"Scorcher, I really don't feel like-"
"I already know you two hooked up last night. You just have to tell me what happened after."
Natasha drops everything and pulls you away from the door.
"How do you know that?"
"A secret for a secret?" She nods, and you look around the room, extending your neck to make sure no one is in the hallway either. "Hangman and I saw the two of you but I didn't want to interrupt, so I just shoved him in the bathroom."
A weird sound, something in between laughter and disgust, rumbles from her throat.
"Rooster was right? You were together in there!"
"And you were sucking face in Penny's hallway with her boyfriend's favorite child, so cut down the judgement, Ice Queen."
She ignores you.
"How did you get to that? What were you doing before? Jesus, did something happen between you two?"
"I asked first."
Groaning, Phoenix reaches back for her yogurt, sticking a spoonful inside of her mouth before conceding.
"Okay, so after you saw us, we sneaked out to his car. We were, uhm, in the middle of it, when his phone kept buzzing. I asked who it was and he lied. Said it was Mickey asking where he was."
"Who was it?"
"Some girl. She ended up calling him. We just stared at each other, and eventually, I pushed him off. I don't know why. Cut to us screaming at each other for ten minutes while I waited for my Uber."
"He shouldn't have lied." No shit, she says. "But you two are idiots. I mean, he didn't pick up the phone or call her back. Came straight back to base. No, he only dates those girls because he's too scared to ask you out, and even more afraid of being alone. And you're too scared to ask him if he really likes them more than you, since he always seems to pick them - even though clearly he doesn't. And it's all stupid, because if you did ask that he would tell you that no, he doesn't and you could be together. Boom, happy ending."
Her arms cross in front of her body, eyebrows raising at your audacity.
"Fine, smart-ass. You sound like you've got it all figured out. Why don't you tell me what happened with you? What's your secret?"
"Hangman kissed me."
"What the f-" You shush her and she punches the table, channeling her shock into it and almost knocking spoons and cups to the floor. This would be funny if it wasn't so pathetic. "You didn't…"
"No, of course not. It was just a kiss."
"And?"
Your eyes fall on the counter, zoning out as you force yourself not to crumble at the memory.
"It was…really good. Then, Rooster knocked on the door and I found my perfect excuse to run."
"Right. But he made the move?"
"You know I wouldn't."
If it were necessary, you'd keep these feelings for Seresin forever quiet. If he doesn't know, he can't reject you. Trace knows this, which is why she only nods.
"Wait, where was he this morning? Oh, Scorch."
You still haven't blinked, and it stings. So focused on it, your voice becomes quieter.
"Yeah, the guys had a bet and- It's not important."
"They're assholes." You consider defending at least Rooster, for the sake of whatever they have, but there's no energy in you for it. Nat's hands find yours. "How are you holding up?"
A shrug.
"Just kinda wish it never happened. Don't have to finish something that never started, you know? But, uhm, ultimately I don't see it going any other way."
It always ends, you don't get what you want. Because how dare you ask for anything, how dare you want?
"Scorcher, he kissed you."
"Tasha, Hangman kisses a lot of people. We had been drinking, in a place that feels cozier than The Hard Deck. Who knows, maybe he saw Penny and Mav being so close and he felt lonely. It doesn't mean anything."
"Look, I trust him less than you do, obviously. But Jake is not one to act without thinking. He's methodical, even when he's being a dick. I don't see him as the type of guy to start something and not finish it."
That's a great point. But he is not the problem.
"It can only end in disaster."
"For the record, I think you can do better." If only she knew Seresin thinks the same about her and Rooster. "But you don't know that. Maybe it'll be fine. Or it'll be a disaster and I'll be personally very pleased to see you break his heart."
You scoff.
"Think it'd be the other way around."
"Then I'll have a perfect excuse to kick his ass." You stare at each other without anything to say, and she rolls her eyes, reluctantly supportive. "Jesus, Scorcher, you like him. That ship has sailed, it's pretty obvious. Why not give it a shot?"
"Tasha, I'm a mess. I'm so scared to ruin things that I end up making sure it'll end badly. And it's okay when it's a stranger that I can avoid for the rest of my life, but he is more complicated than a stranger. I don't- I don't want him to know that I'm a catastrophe, and I don't want to bring him down with me. I think we both can do better than that."
She puts down the yogurt and crosses her arms, and you feel uncomfortable with the air of seriousness this conversation has taken.
"I wanna kick you in the crotch right now, I swear. He's a big boy, he can handle it." You start to protest but she cuts you off. "No, Scorch, you'll forgive me for saying this later but you're acting like a coward under the guise of righteousness. Fine, you're a mess. You think Seresin isn't? We're all a little fucked up in here, you just haven't noticed because you're busy putting yourself down. My point is, you seem to respect Seresin but you have no plans of telling him how you feel and letting him decide for himself what he wants to do? It doesn't add up."
You'd be shutting this down if she wasn't so accurately on point. You're overlooking Jake's ability to have a say in the matter, mostly because you know he would have choice words for you and you're too scared to find out which direction they'll take.
Sighing, you look back at her with a defeated expression, leaning your elbows on the counter and your head on your hands.
"I can't just gamble with this, Nat, I don't know how to recover when I'm hurt. I've never- I've never done any healing in my life, I just keep going. But I'm afraid these feelings are too much, and I'll never be the same after. I don't know how many times I can still pick myself up."
Her voice is as serene as the ocean in the earliest hours of the morning.
"Here, you don't tell me much but I know relationships aren't your strongest suit. You never know if you're going to be okay after them. But what a waste to have felt something and not have done anything about it, don't you think? We're human, Scorcher, we are not immune to hurt but we heal. It's what we do. You'll be fine."
Oh, she's good. You smile weakly.
"Why can't we follow our own advice, though?"
"That's also something people do. Be stupidly stubborn."
When the laughing dies down, she speaks again.
"One more thing."
"Hm?"
She leans in with a hand on your shoulder, whispering in your ear.
"You're not alone."
When she punches you in the side, a little too hard, your eyes raise to find Jake entering the kitchen.
"Phoenix."
He nods as she bumps him, saying only "Irresponsible asshole."
Confused eyes look back at you and you can't help but snort, hiding your face even further into your palms.
"Can't catch a break today."
You almost feel sorry for him. What a softened mush he has made of your heart.
"How bad was the talking?"
"Believe it or not, Maverick is not great at expressing himself. Something you two have in common, I believe?"
Feeling the twist of your lips, you squint at him. "Hey, what did I do?"
"Darlin', you're extremely confusing."
"About something specific or just in general?"
"In general."
"Mhm, or your brain has no more space for comprehension skills after you filled it up with thoughts of yourself only?"
"All I heard was skill." He flashes a smile to you, running a hand across your back as he steps behind you to get to the fridge. You watch his arms as he picks up a water bottle. "Anyway, won't be doing any flying tomorrow."
"I hope it was worth it."
It wasn't meant to be said out loud. You can see thin lines in his forehead making a curve into the brigde of his nose, and he looks almost embarrassed.
Recovering, you throw him a faint but well-meaning smile.
Your eyes follow the movement of his Adam's apple as he drinks. You hate his tanned skin, the great way a standard Navy shirt falls over his broad shoulders, his gorgeous neck hugged by the dog tags and a golden chain.
Breaking out of the dangerous slippery slope of desiring Hangman, you tap the counter and start to walk away.
"Wait, where are you going?"
If you didn't know any better, you would say he sounds needy.
"Cyclone's not here today. Maybe I can change Maverick's mind about your hours before the big guy is informed."
Halfway to the door when his voice stops you.
"Geez, that kiss must have been out of this world if you're goin' to bargain to our superiors for me."
With your head thrown back, your laugh bounces off the walls. Turning, you expect him to be standing there in all his glory, smug and smirking. And he is, but he changes his footing once your eyes meet his, an instance of insecurity before his chin is high in the air again.
"It was." Non-chalant, twisting your nose in reluctant concession. "But I think I did most of the work."
Weird when you don't hear the expected chuckle, meeting his green orbs again. An awkward second before you smile and move to the door again.
"Scorch-" Music to your ears. "Are we good?"
He looks unsure, and you tilt your head dramatically.
"Of course."
With a hand around the doorframe, you give him one last smile.
You find Pete in the library, looking over photos of his own Top Gun class.
"Hey, Captain. Mind if I-"
He shuts the book quickly, foot pushing a chair by his side away from the table and asking you to sit.
"Hangman, I assume?"
Still in a mood. You sigh, making a point to scrape the chair against the floor as you sit, inching closer to him.
"I'm not gonna try too hard to defend him, but he was late, Mav. Happened to all of us at some point, and no one had a punishment this bad. What was that about?"
It's not usual for him to let personal things interfere in his judgement.
"I wasn't actually going to scrap his air time tomorrow. I already reported his lateness to Warlock, nothing else. But I saw your face in the reflection of the cockpit when he showed up this morning. He needed a little public ear pulling, that's all."
You smile at him.
"Penny told you?"
"Yes. And I know I shouldn't get involved, it's your life, but sweetheart…You're only gonna get hurt this way."
"Seeing it through could be so much worse."
"Could be. Or-"
"Maverick, what happens when it all burns down in flames?"
His hands are wringing together on top of the table, licking his lips, in deep thought.
"Remember what you told me, years ago? We were flying together, and I asked you what it felt like. You said it was a ceaseless twisting in your stomach. I had to show you that it wasn't fear of another accident. No, it was restraint. You were holding back from being a pilot because you thought you didn't deserve to be one anymore. Deep down, you knew it wasn't true, and that feeling was your body saying you were wrong. Take the plunge. You know you want to. You know it's right. Sweetheart, no matter how persistently you've been made to believe otherwise due to circumstance or bad luck, you do deserve good things. Your instinct is one of the best the Dagger Squad has to offer. If it's dependable enough to make you a decorated Lieutenant, why shouldn't you listen to it now?"
Pete's words coddle your heart in a way you haven't felt in many years. To be seen and thoroughly understood by someone you admire, and are lucky enough to call a friend, is something you never thought would happen to you. Too damn sheltered to let others appreciate anything about you.
Biting your lip to distract you from the tears pooling in your eyes, you ask him quietly, "Can I give you a hug?"
He laughs, looking around the empty library before opening his arms.
His hold is strong, and he smells like rain on hot asphalt and worn leather, comforting.
The twisting deep inside that Maverick had magically guessed you were feeling returns, and you lean back.
"I already told him the kiss was a mistake."
"Take it back, tell him the truth. Life's too short."
Both of you glance at the decaying photo album on top of the table.
"If I do, you'll go easy on him tomorrow?"
"No promises."
On your way back to your dorm, you spot Javy in the rec room, reading a book.
"Hey, Coyote, is Jake in his room?"
"Pretty sure, yes."
"Right, thank you."
Your heart is racing, worried it might come out of your mouth and drop to the floor this far away from the medical bay.
Knocking on the door, you hope it's the right one, and that no one else comes out of their rooms for a few minutes.
Jake opens it fully dressed in fancy clothes, hair done a little differently. Less gel, more hangy. Funny. It suits him too well.
"Scorch?"
And you're back.
"Hey, sorry to bother, ran into Javy and he said you were here."
He leans on the frame, sweet perfume no cheaper than- More than you could know.
"It's our room, so."
"'Course." You know you're staring, but your mouth is too dry for you to speak yet. The pressure from clear green eyes might just force you. "Uh, right, I talked to Mav. You're flying tomorrow, like usual. Well, maybe not like usual, he might ride you a little harder but it won't last. You know it never does."
"Thanks, you didn't have to."
"I didn't do anything. All he reported was your late arrival, he was never going to jeopardize your flying time." He hums, letting his gaze finally turn away, watching his hand shake the doorknob absentmindedly. It's a huge relief, more oxygen flowing to your brain now. "Might need to avoid being late again, though."
He tsks, pearly white teeth shining in the dimly lit hallway.
"That'll be hard. This girl is a partier, she keeps me up late."
The twist in your stomach turns the opposite direction, sinking.
"Oh. From last night? You're going out again?"
Idiot. That's why he looks and smells this good. It's for her.
"No such thing as too much fun, right?"
"I wouldn't know."
You snort at your own melancholy. He's about to enjoy a night out and you sound like the biggest downer in the Navy. Smooth.
"Maybe she has a friend. We could go on a double date and show you a good time."
A smile, teasing and borderline mean. Well, to you. In his mind, it's probably the nicest thing he could do.
Tell him not to go. That's all you have to do. Take it back, tell him the truth.
"Jake-"
His Apple Watch pings, eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. Must be her.
"Hm?"
He moves around the room to grab his wallet and a jacket. It feels like you have no air in your lungs.
"C-Can we talk about the kiss?"
Your eyes are screwed shut, the defeaning silence almost too much to handle.
"Now?"
Risking a look, you find him frozen in the center of the room, head turned but hands still holding the closet door halfway open. It's been a while since you felt this stupid around a man.
Your mouth opens and you stutter. "You're right. Terrible timing."
"The worst." It's barely humorous, both of you chuckling awkwardly but when your eyes meet it's uncomfortable. "You said we were good."
"No, we are-" Fingertips come up to pinch the bridge of your nose, and you shake your head. "We are. I just thought we should- You know what? We don't have to do this now, go on your date first."
You want to scream.
"Are you sure?"
No. I want to ask you to stay but those words have never not bitten me back, so I can't do it, I'm sorry.
Lip trapped in between your teeth, you nod. "Yeah. She's probably already waiting for you, right? See, there you go. It's not that big of a deal, really."
He thinks for a second, before another ping comes from the watch and he seems to wake up, quickly moving around the room again.
With a light teasing tone, but still awkward, he makes the offer again. "I can still ask her if she has a friend."
Nausea strikes and you roll your eyes, the only defense you have left.
"Hard pass."
"Your loss."
"Different perspectives. Do yourself a favor and don't be late tomorrow, alright?" You're turning back the way you came, before popping your head inside the room again. "And take the Apple Watch off, you look stupid."
You leave an annoyed Hangman alone with fast and determined steps. God, you wish you didn't take self-preservation so seriously.
If they're seeing each other again, the next day, he must've liked something about her. So, what, you're just gonna hand him over? Steps halting, you consider turning back until you realize you're already in the rec room.
Javy still reading his book, Tasha and Bob eating grapes on the couch, all eyes on your distressed self.
Throwing yourself in between the duo, you delight in the seedless, sweet fruit. Probably too much, because the man to your left is staring.
"I'm sorry, Floyd, are you jealous of the grapes? Did I breach your monogamous relationship with them? No? So quit looking."
Phoenix stifles a giggle, very poorly, and leans closer.
"Wanna talk ab-"
"Nope."
"Alright."
One minute later, Jake runs through the room, grabbing a Redbull from the fridge.
"How's the hair?"
"She saw it worse than that in the morning - speaking from experience - so it's fine."
Trace lifts her head from your shoulder, glancing up at Hangman and Coyote, then you.
"See you when I see you!"
"Don't be late!"
Javy yells but he's already out the door.
The warm hands around your bicep curl tighter, and you lean your head on top of hers.
Maybe some things need to change. If you can't take it back to the way it was, and you can't deal with the silly little suffering from watching Jake run off to a date, you might have to do something about it.
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katana-no-neko · 4 months
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Call Me By My Name
Chapter 4 | ao3
"Yo, Salamander," Gajeel grumbled. "What's with the goofy face you've always got nowadays?"
Natsu rolled his eyes, not letting his cousin's bad attitude dull his own good mood. "Wouldn't you like to know," he responded, dopey grin still spreading across his lips as he continued bouncing around the domain, greeting his fellow dragons while stuffing breakfast down his gullet.
"Never mind. I really really don't."
Natsu just ignored his remark, giving a nuzzle in goodbye to his mother and sister and then leaping off the mountain and out of their home, soaring away with a mighty flap.
"That boy has spent no time at home lately!" Grandine exclaimed, watching as her son flew off, most likely not to return until the sun set.
"He's been super weird lately," Natsu's uncle Atlas agreed. "He's always been a free spirit, but he's never been so frequently absent. And I don't think I've ever seen him so giddy, not even when he knocked Gajeel off the mountain last summer."
Gajeel growled. "He didn't knock me off, I happened to stumble!"
Metallicana let out a rumbling laugh, slapping his son on the back as he and Igneel approached. "Oh yeah, cuz that's so much better!"
"But no, you're right, Atlas," Igneel nodded. "He's been grinning nonstop for four months, and spent less than half of that time here. Mostly to sleep!"
Atlas let out another booming chuckle. "He's reminding me of you at his age, Igneel! You were always flying up to the northern dragon clan to see Grandine! Didn't pay any mind to your own family!"
Igneel grinned dopily, wrapping his arm around his wife. "Yes, well, a dragon is focused on nothing else when he's in love," he rationalized, pressing a kiss to Grandine's cheek. There was a beat, and then the group's eyes widened.
"Holy shit. Is the kid in love?" Metallicana pondered. "I mean, there's no way, right? It's *Natsu*."
Grandine thought back. "It would certainly explain his behaviour... The constant smiles and happiness... And he must be visiting this mystery love of his!"
"Now I'm curious!" Igneel chuckled. "What kind of woman could have caught that boy's attention!? A dragon from another clan, maybe?"
"Perhaps a human?" Atlas suggested. "He visits that Magnolia quite a bit, wouldn't be surprised if he fell for one of those girls at the restaurant," he snickered with a sleazy grin.
"Well, we're not gonna figure it out chattering! Hey Gajeel, come here for a second!"
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Gajeel grumbled to himself as he flew through the air, trying to catch a trail of Natsu's scent. The others were the ones going all gaga over Natsu's supposed love, why'd he have to follow the dumbass!? Besides, it's not like he was actually hanging out with some girl. It was *Natsu*. His cousin had never once been interested in romance.
Finally catching a whiff of Natsu, Gajeel reared his head and flew in its direction. Getting close to the source, he landed in a clearing and transformed, walking the rest of the trail. Hearing laughter from his cousin, Gajeel crouched behind some foliage and took a look ahead.
Holy shit, he *was* with a girl, from the sound of her voice! He couldn't see her very well from this angle, but they were laying on a lakeshore, chattering and laughing and splashing their feet in the water. Who was this girl? What manner of creature was she? She didn't have the scent of a dragon, but she had something special beyond a normal human's scent.
The girl sat up and poked Natsu's nose with a giggle, and Gajeel's blood ran cold. Her long ears... She was a fae. Natsu had been enchanted.
Gajeel leapt from his hiding spot, becoming a dragon again and sweeping the fae away from his cousin with a lash of his tail.
She gasped in pain as she landed, the touch of his iron leaving a burning sensation across her skin. Tears flooded her eyes as she stared up at the ferocious black dragon, poised to slash his claws across her.
Before Gajeel could move, he was rammed in the side, falling into the lake. Becoming a human again before his heavy dragon weight could sink down, he gasped for breath as he treaded water. "What the hell!?" he shouted, seeing his cousin's dragon staring down at him, crouched defensively and blocking the fae. "How stupid could you be!? Enchanted by a fae!? You've reached a new level of dumb!"
Natsu growled, crouching lower and stepping over the fae to cover her, a burst of fire coming from his nose as Gajeel swam towards them. "I'm not enchanted, and don't you dare step any closer. You hurt her any more and I hurt you."
"Oh yeah, 'not enchanted', my ass," he grumbled, climbing onto the shore and wringing water from his hair. He seethed as Natsu continued growling, more flames licking around his snout. "She's a faerie! That's what they *do!* Now step aside so I can take care of her, since you're obviously too far gone to kill her yourself!"
Rage filled Natsu as he snarled, teeth bared. Before he could do anything though, he felt a small palm against his scaled shoulder. "Natsu..." Lucy started.
Gajeel watched as the dragon's entire demeanor changed, letting go of his defensive position and moving to nuzzle against her hand and then sniffing at her injuries for blood. He was so obedient and calm with her, being enchanted was the *only* explanation! But... She'd never used Natsu's true name, had she?. Wasn't an invocation necessary to control someone?
"I'm okay," the fae assured. "Talk to him, he was just worried about you." Natsu shot a glare to Gajeel, almost like he'd forgotten the iron dragon was there until the fae had reminded him, and then he transformed.
"You go anywhere near Lucy and you're back in the lake," Natsu threatened, crossing his arms in front of him. "I swear, I'm not enchanted. Lucy does not know my true name." Gajeel raised an eyebrow and looked over to 'Lucy'. "Don't look at her, look at me!" Natsu commanded. Gajeel stood straight and brought his stare back to Natsu, not used to such a serious attitude from him. "She's my best friend. I met her a while ago and we've been hanging out nearly every day. She has never once tried to trick me into revealing my name and in fact ordered me to never say it."
Gajeel sneered. "You're sure putting a lot of trust into a *fae*."
Natsu growled again, but at Lucy's touch, stopped and took a breath to calm down. "Fine," he finally said. "You won't believe me, I'll prove it to you."
"Ha! As if anything you do will-" but Gajeel's eyes widened at Natsu's next words.
"Lucy, my true name is-"
Before Gajeel could react, Lucy had slapped a hand over Natsu's mouth.
"Natsu, you idiot!" Lucy and Gajeel both shouted. Natsu just grinned and licked the hand she still had over his mouth.
"Ewww, Natsu!" Lucy shouted, pulling it back and wiping it on his shirt. He snickered and stuck his tongue out at her, grabbing her hand and threatening to lick it again while Gajeel watched on, frowning.
"Why would you *willingly* tell a fae your name!?"
Natsu rolled his eyes, mood suddenly dampened again as he dropped Lucy's hand. "Because, moron, she would never *let* me. Didn't you see? She doesn't want my name, just my friendship. I don't care that she's a faerie." Gajeel watched Natsu wrapped his arm around her shoulders nonchalantly, almost as if it was instinct and not purposeful. "You're fine with Erza, what makes Lucy different!?"
"You know *exactly* what makes Erza different - she's half dragon and doesn't have fae magic, dipshit!"
Natsu scoffed and waved him off. "And besides. If I was under her spell, why would I keep going back home?"
Gajeel grumbled. "I suppose you have a point there."
"Just trust me, Gajeel. I know Lucy, and I know she's the most wonderful, kind *person* ever. I don't give a shit what kind of creature she is," Natsu declared earnestly, Lucy's heart swelling at his words.
Gajeel weighed Natsu's claims. Ultimately, Gajeel couldn't trust anything about the fae. But Natsu clearly did, and that was all that really mattered, he supposed. "Fine. Whatever," he sighed. "Keep hanging out with a faerie, I don't care anymore." Natsu grinned at Lucy in response, squeezing her hand in his excitement. Gajeel rolled his eyes and continued. "So what's your plan here? Just keep your girlfriend secret from-"
Natsu and Lucy both flushed and stuttered. "Whoa, whoa, who said anything about a girlfriend!?" He shouted. "I told you, 'best friend'!"
Gajeel crossed his arms and cocked his eyebrow. "Yeahhhh... Whatever you say. Either way, I don't think your dad is not going to be happy with you hanging out with a fae."
"So I won't tell him for now!"
"Pfft. That's not really gonna work considering *I'm* about to tell him. He's the one that sent me after you to find out what you've been doing!"
Natsu blanched. "Well, don't tell him! It's not like I'm hurting you by hanging out with her!"
Lucy touched a hand to his arm. "Natsu, I don't want you to get in trouble with your family because of me."
He took her palm and held it, gently rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. "It's fine, Lucy. I'll figure something out. If they can't accept you, then they're a bunch of stupid heads," he smirked. She shook her head at his comment, but couldn't help but crack a smile.
"Gods, I can't stand to watch you flirt." Gajeel ignored their further stuttering. "I'll think of something to tell your dad when I get home but you better come up with a plan."
Natsu opened his mouth to argue, but paused. After thinking for a bit, all he came up with was, "Thank you."
Gajeel grumbled as he shifted forms. "Whatever." He stared down at the faerie for a bit, who was trembling before his iron-clad body. A sting of guilt darted through him at her expression and the obvious worry his cousin had for her fear. Before Natsu could shout at him again, Gajeel gave a nod in acknowledgement to her, let his ever present scowl return, and took off into the air.
"So, what'd you find out?" Igneel had asked when Gajeel arrived home. "My son have a secret girlfriend?"
"No," Gajeel hesitated. "But he's definitely in love."
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pancake-breakfast · 7 months
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I've lost track of what migraine day I'm on, but Trigun Book Club persists and so shall I.
Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 13, Chapters 4-6 below.
Chapter 4: Black
Voiceover Narration: Little did Livio know, but both the hat and the cape provided him with a +10 bonus to strength in addition to the moral boost. Someday, he would open up the stat screen for both and discover this, and then he would weep grateful tears that those who had so little gave him so much.
Oh, Elendira's got her own stat boost outfit, I guess.
I love how much tone she has in her voice. Between her body language and the translation, she's just a very easy character to hear in your head.
Ok, this panel is badass.
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Ooh, she actually landed a hit on him. Hasn't done that in a bit.
Why's she sizzling? Is it because she's on fire right now?
(Also, she might be in full badass mode, but goshdarnit, she better not seriously injure my Livio. He's important to me and needs to live!)
Aaaand we're back to Legato's monstrosity.
Dude. He has to save some for fighting Knives, dummy. He's not Gojo utilizing Limitless and being able to just go forever. He's going through his Last Run. There's a hard stop to his power and it's coming up quick.
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Hahahahaha, these poor guards. Space ships are, like, history bordering on mythology nowadays. They'd be more mythological if their bones weren't scattered across the planet. Seeing an actual functioning one that came from actual space would be quite something.
That's RIGHT, Luida's the one in charge!
Vance? As in advance? I mean, I know it's an actual name, but it's not a very common one and Nightow really seems to like just making names up, anyway....
Ok, so... Knives has always been a bit OP, but what I'm gathering from the Earth Fleet presentation is that this is a bit ridiculous even by the standards of a culture used to Plants.
Ok, I already have questions about how they know about any particular individual. I'm guessing they gleaned a lot of relevant information out of the remnants of Domina, but yeah.
Goshdarn, of course they were hoping to find Vash....
Dramatic Legato pose!
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Man, why'd he get so sweaty all of a sudden? That can't be comfortable.
Awww, Legato's little toy got wrecked. TBH, that looks more like Knives' work than Vash's... but that's only because it's hard to tell the curvature of the cut. Knives tends to do straight cuts while Vash destroys things in orbs.
Ugh, Vash might look badass, but he does not look good. Someone get him a sports drink or something to perk him up. Do Plants love electrolytes in this world?
I wonder who the other two were. Knives and pre-bagworm Legato?
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Uh, oh. Guess who's back. You done threatened Livio too much, Elendira.
Chapter 5: Battle of the Mystics
Yeah, Raz doesn't fuck around....
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It's weird seeing Raz with short hair. Like, Livio with short hair? Not as cool as if he'd cleaned it up but kept it long, but it was so uneven I get it. Raz with long hair and that undercut? Good for his level of chaos. Short-haired Raz? Just feels too restrained for him.
"Some dumbasses," huh? That's a rude (but perhaps not inaccurate) way to refer to Wolfwood and Vash.
I do appreciate how much more intense and unhinged Raz is compared to Livio. Even Elendira seems a bit taken aback by the mood switch in her opponent.
Oh, that's right. He's used to wielding full-out punishers rather than the double-fangs.
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He's gonna burn through ammo so fast using them like that. It's a good thing the guns in this series have ammo in plot amounts.
LOL, Elendira is already sick of Razlo's shit.
Uh. That's a lot of nails. I don't like this. She's being mean to my boy.
Oh, gods. I'm not sure even he can survive this.
OH GOOD IT WASN'T REAL. Dammit, Nightow. Don't scare me like that.
Oof, he's still not in good shape. :/
Chapter 6: Tag-In A Person
I feel like... Livo and Razlo are gonna tag-team this fight somehow....
Mmm, seems like Raz can't deal with Elendira's bloodlust.
Elendira! He needed that leg!
Oof, tiny Wolfwood memory....
The way Elendira says this makes me think she has some experience being on the receiving end of this herself.
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Look at him. Pumped full of nails again, but still going. He's a freaking machine.
Ok, I love how Nightow has used the dialog bubble to let us know that Livio is back in control here. It's a small thing, but excellent use of the medium.
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I love this conversation between Livio and Razlo. It's Livio making peace with himself, with him recognizing his alter and... sort of validating Razlo's existence, I guess? That Razlo is him and isn't him, and that's ok, and they are part of a tandem structure?
Oooh, are they both fronting? Or... like... Livio's fronting, but Razlo's kinda there, too. I'm not sure how much that works with DID, but it's interesting from a narrative perspective.
Again, wonderful bit of paneling here.
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Hahahaha, he didn't even bother to remove the nails. I realize this is a way of telling us that someone is a badass, but... like... having holes in your muscles and/or tendons seriously mucks with your range of motion. If you have a healing factor, get that shit out of the way so it can kick in. Otherwise, you're limiting yourself pretty severely. Like, he shouldn't be able to stretch out to his full wingspan with stuff popping through his back like that. Ok, I'll stop. I know I shouldn't expect realistic anatomical consequences in this series.
Wait, where's Vash? I'm worried about babygirl....
Heheheheh, backwards-firing gun trick shot. Again.
Oh, this is lovely. He's fighting right now with a balance neither side of him generally displays.
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Ooh, he got a solid hit on her.
Heheheheheh, mind Razlo still has the mohawk. As he should.
Elendira's got her priorities straight. Kill first, ask questions later.
There's something very satisfying (and maybe very important) about Livio praising Razlo. Not just leaning on him when he's afraid, but honoring Razlo's skill and technique and complimenting him on it. Raz wanted so bad to be needed and to be praised, and now he's getting the praise from probably the person he needed it from the most.
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Wait. Wait, is Razlo going somewhere??
What's coming next that's so bad that Raz isn't sure he can keep up with it??
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aspiringparasyte · 3 months
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... So uh... now that the festivities are over-
I wasn't going to say anything because I didn't think it was going to be relevant, but my depression has been getting really bad the last few months. My anxiety has been great, and I finally made a breakthrough, and felt like I was in the clear, but in turn, my mood kinda... dropped. Like, gradually getting worse and worse as the days went by. I thought it was like a weird mood swing once my anxiety finally vanished?
Long story short, I found out last week the anti-anxiety med I've been taking is a serotonin inhibitor. Like, I was already going to talk to my doctor about coming off of it since I don't feel anxious at all anymore, but now I really need to come off it because I think it's literally killing me from the inside out.
.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaand it turns out in rare cases it causes bleeding gums. Not the bad dental hygiene like I thought hahahahaha
It's... honestly a really weird feeling when your brain is literally unable to feel happiness. Like I thought this was some weird depression thing because I work nights and don't spend a lot of time outdoors (with vitamin d). But nope, it's chemical. The only reason I've been able to stay relatively okay is because going online and doing stuff gives that dopamine hit, which isn't bad but... it's not the same as actually "happiness", as you know lol. The reason I'm mentioning it now is because, uh... I had my appointment set for this week, but... I didn't stop to actually look at it on my planner. It was for "yesterday". A Sunday. When the clinic was closed. So I def wrote it down wrong.
Which meeeeeeeeeeeeeeans I probably missed it. Most likely.
I'll have to make a new one, but it will most likely be a few weeks out, so... I either have to slug through this dark episode a few more weeks or... try stopping cold turkey.
Which I know isn't a good idea but I'm not sure I have a choice.
Either way, I cannot risk coming here on Sora. For those of you that don't know yet, there was a 7.4 magnitude earthquake off the west coast of Japan. Even with evacuation there is definitely going to be major damage and casualties.
Even if I tried to ignore that... and played Sora in a different timeline... it would feel really freaking weird not to address it as the news hits online. Only two people on here know how bad his trauma/ptsd really was, and even then one only got a glimpse of it. If I played him realistically it would be bad. Really really bad.
So now I'm super depressed, and Sora would be straight up triggered, and anything I tried to do with him right now would just be an utter disaster, since we would both be emotionally unstable. (aka I do not trust myself at all hahahahaha)
And I can't play Mickey because he's a sideblog to THIS blog, so I'd literally see Sora every time I log in, and.... he'd just be in the back of my head the whole time OTL
I'll still be online and on discord if anyone wants to talk, but I reeeeeeeeeeeeally gotta try staying off here because I know it will end in disaster somehow. I may try to rp one of my other muses but even that could be risky, because the dopamine hit gives me a mood swing, not lasting "happiness" laskjdlkasjd and idk if that's actually worse for me in the long run OTL
So yeah, unfortunately another month long haitus for me -dabs- cuz I don't want Sora to lose any friends on here HAHAHAHAHA -sobs and cries-
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niniviir · 4 months
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One of My Favourite Tickling Experiences :)
I've never had an actual tickle session in my life, mainly because I've always been afraid of being seen as weird for asking. So, any times I have been tickled, I had to get there through temptation. You know, stretching so that your top goes up revealing your belly, lying down with your arms above your head. Anyone who wanted to tickle would never pass up that opportunity. I sure as heck wouldn't.
I only really like being tickled by girls, and visa versa, so I've never really been interested in guys tickling me, nor have I ever really been interested in me tickling guys. However, there have been a few guys that have passed that lil mental filter.
So I used to have this friend. We'll call him Sam rather than his actual name. Me and Sam were pretty close for a good few years, so we spent a lot of time together with the rest of our friends. One day when me him and another friend were out at a park (we'll call the other friend Ethan), we were messing around in the empty play area, trying to use all the stuff there that we were to big for, we got into a pretty playful mood. Sam decided to playfight with me a bit, trying to push me down onto the grass behind me. I held onto him as he was trying to push me, and in the moment I just thought "what the hell, let's just do it" and I tickled him a lil bit on his belly with both hands.
Now you might think "what made you want to tickle him?" Well, Sam has always had this playful side to him that I always thought was pretty cute, and when it comes to tickling, I'm more of a fan of playful tickling than I am the whole torture side of it all. Another thing was, whenever he was in his house, he never wore a tshirt, so whenever me and my friends knocked on his door to ask if he wanted to come out, he'd come out with no top on. Now, let me tell you, he looked good. He had this nice toned belly, like this faint six-pack, and he was pretty skinny. For some reason, this just made me think "God I'd love to tickle him".
So after I tickled him a bit, he fell past me onto the grass, rolled from his side onto his back and looked up at me. I straight away thought "Fuck, he's gonna call me weird or something, I shouldn't have done that."
Imagine my shock when he said "Again".
He also liked being tickled! I couldn't believe it! So, of course, I took him up on his request and continued tickling him, but then Ethan joined in. Sam very quickly got up after Ethan joined in, and stormed off angry. Ethan went home after this, confused as to what had happened. But, I knew what had happened, because I've had a similar experience. I like being tickled, but not by everyone. If someone tickled me who I didn't want to tickle me, I'd have a similar reaction. Sam definitely wanted me to tickle him, but definitely didn't want Ethan to.
I ran after Sam, and managed to catch up with him. I mentioned that Ethan had gone home, and so he decided to stay out for a bit longer. I saw this big log ladder thingy that you're supposed to climb on, and I convinced him to "try this cool thing". The "cool thing" was just a way to get him to climb this log ladder to hook his legs through securely so that he could hang upside down by his legs. Obviously, by doing this, his t shirt was taken up his body by gravity, revealing his belly. I tickled his bare belly quickly, scribbling my fingers all over it. I then helped him down, where he proceeded to say "Alright, now you". Not only did he like tickling, he was a switch! So, I did the same thing, hanging upside down, belly completely exposed, and he tickled me for a good 10-15 seconds before helping me down. We went home not too long after that.
This story is already a lil bit long, but I have another couple of anecdotes I'd just like to add in with him, as they're the only other times I got to do this sort of thing with him.
So, one day he suggested the idea that we should go to either his house or my house, and play COD Black Ops on the Xbox 360, just to play a mode called combat training, so we could chill and just unlock all the perks that required certain challenges. We ended up doing this at his house, and if you remember from earlier, he never wears a t shirt in his house. So this whole time I'm sat there, on his bed, next to him like "Omg I could tickle him right now. But what if he's not in the mood? Ugh, idk." Then I came up with an idea.
When we got to the end up a match, we'd both customise our classes in game, so I always made sure I was first. Once I'd finished, I'd roll up the bottom of my t shirt a lil bit, and then I'd lie back on his bed, arms above my head, with the bottom of my t shirt sitting just above my belly button. It took a few matches, but eventually he took the hint and tickled me for a couple of seconds. We looked at each other dead in the eyes, then we both started tickling each other. I got my fingers onto his sides and started scribbling away, meanwhile he lay across my chest, tickling away on my belly. But sadly, pretty soon after that, my dad called saying food was ready, and I had to go. I tried to say to Sam that I didn't mind just staying, but he said I'd better go and eat.
Some months later, me and Sam where in the back room of my house just watching youtube on the tv. We were sat on an L shaped couch, and he was sat next to were the couch went forward. I'm not sure how I pulled this one off, but I managed to lay back onto his lap while I was sat on the forward part of the couch, handing my shoulders and my head off of the side of his lap, basically kinda hanging upside down. I let my arms fall to the floor, under my hanging head, belly of course exposed by my pulled up t shirt.
It got the the end of the video we were watched, and with nervousness in my chest, I forced myself to say "You know… I'm uhh… I'm supr (swallows).. Surprised you haven't tickled me consideri--", he suddenly cut me off and started tickling my belly. I instinctively rolled onto the floor, onto my back, arms above my head. He then proceeded to sit on my legs, locking me in place with nowhere to go, and started scribbling all over my belly.
This was everything to me. I never knew I needed that exact scenario so much until it happened. I never wanted him to stop. Him sitting on top of me, me being helpless, arms above my head giggling away, his fingertips softly swiping against my belly creating this amazing ticklish sensation, sometimes even reach a bit up my already raised t shirt to get his fingers on my ribs, him teasing me by saying things like "tickle tickle", "ticky ticky ticky", "goochie goo". Heaven.
When he stopped after a good 5 minutes of constant tickling, I wanted to ask him to do it again. But before I got the chance, he flipped me onto my front, sat on my legs and started tickling the hell out of my sides and lower back, and whenever I twisted my body to one side or the other, he'd tickle my belly to get me flat on my front again. When it comes to being tickled, the belly, sides, ribs and back are the S-tier areas for me, so getting another good 5 minutes out of this was golden. I've never been tickled so much in my life, and I loved every second of it! But before I got my revenge, he had to leave { lucky >: ) }.
We never tickled each other again after that day, and some years later, he just stopped talking to me out of nowhere. We never fell out or anything, he just kinda… stopped. It was sad because, even outside of the tickling, we were close, and I do miss him sometimes. I've still not had another friend like him that loved tickling like I do, but hopefully I will find someone soon.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! This is my first tumblr post ever, I'm not really fully sure how the site works, but I've seen people make long posts detailing their tickling experiences on here before, so I figured why not share mine :)
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