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howtofightwrite · 10 months

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Since adrenaline makes it easier to ignore pain, I’m wondering how severe an injury can be before adrenaline isn’t enough to allow a person to keep fighting

Fatal.

The scary thing about adrenaline is that you can suffer a mortal wound and not realize it until you drop dead. If you've ever seen the, “humans are space orcs,” meme, adrenaline is a big part of that. If you don't finish someone off, they are still a potential threat until they are clinically dead.

While it may seem slightly comical, the image of someone literally checking themselves for holes after being shot at is a real practice with genuine purpose. If they had an adrenaline rush, they might not be able to tell that they've been hit, and will need to physically examine themselves to ensure they're not bleeding to death without realizing it. (And, yes, that can absolutely happen.)

As a general rule, anything that will immediately kill someone, such as decapitation or catastrophic head trauma, will stop someone through an adrenaline rush. Destruction of the skeletal structure, (which is to say, destroying joints), might not completely stop them, but it's an injury they won't be able to power through (even if they aren't immediately aware of it.)

It's a little worse than I'm making it sound, too, because you can suffer non-fatal injuries during an adrenaline rush, and then aggravate the wound to the point that it becomes life threatening (or life-altering.) An adrenaline rush can, potentially, persist for over an hour.

In most cases, the adrenaline rush will drop off within a few minutes of the threat passing, though the state of threat is assessed by your brain, so your psychological state heavily affects that. Meaning, if you feel threatened, even if the actual danger has passed, the rush could continue (though it will usually drop off after, roughly, an hour.)

The “good” news is that an adrenaline rush will not prevent you from bleeding to death. So, if someone has been shot multiple times and is bleeding out, they'll still lose consciousness. You just need to make sure that they're actually incapacitated. Not that it matters, but as a minor up-side, adrenaline is delivered via the circulatory system, meaning if you start seriously bleeding, that's your adrenaline rush going with it, so the rush is likely to drop off prematurely in the event of fatal blood loss.

I'm not completely sure what the subjective experience is there. Catastrophic blood loss during an adrenaline rush is not something I have personal experience with, and my experiences with bleeding while dealing with an adrenaline rush is more just that bleeding is an extremely annoying inconvenience, when you don't need to consider what's happening. (To be clear, that's not just a glib dismissal, being aware of bleed was actually annoying. It might sound hilarious to be pissed off at your own blood leaking down the side of your face, but that was my experience. Also, for the record, I did not feel the gash that I was bleeding from, and angrily rubbed it a few times before realizing I'd been injured.)

The short answer to your question, “how much severely do you need to injure someone through an adrenaline rush?” You need to kill them.

That said, killing them is absolutely not your only option. Less than lethal devices, such as tasers or chemical sprays, can absolutely incapacitate someone under an adrenaline rush, without severely harming them. Similarly, restraints, and other submission techniques can be used to hold them down. In the case of restraints and submission holds, there is a danger of the individual injuring themselves, while they try to work their way out of the hold, but that risk is still vastly preferable to killing them on the spot.

Adrenaline is a very potent survival tool, in your physiology, and if you try to simply overpower that tool through direct force, it will lead to catastrophic consequences. However, alternative methods (in particular, shorting out someone's nervous system with a direct electrical charge, or simply interfering with the mechanical structure of their joints, can be just as effective at stopping them with far less dire consequences.

-Starke

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 6 days

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Bittersweet Epilogue (Betrayal series) - F1 Grid

MV1 focused - side reader x Lando (relationship)

Summary: Max grew up karting her and while it took her longer to find her way into F1. Now she's here and they're side by side. But who'd have thought y/n would be the one to bring it to him. And who'd have predicted the damage it would cause?

BIG time jump to the middle of 2027 - PS a happy ending

After y/n's rookie season, Red Bull wanted to keep her so they offered her a 2+1 contract which could keep her till the end of 2028 if she didn't want to opt out of the additional year.

Something she's now having to make a decision on and with the end of 2027 seeing some big shake ups in the structure of the grid. Y/n knows she's got a lot to consider.

Mainly because she's got a lot of offers and honestly, she is beginning to really struggle with the longevity of her and Max's longstanding rivalry during which she has mercilessly been a victor and it's looking pretty good for her to take 3rd title. But is she willing to stay with Max for his last year in 2028?

Things were somewhat settled at the end of 2025 but as soon as 2026 hit and the new regs mixed things up. The fight to the championship wasn't even between Max and y/n but actually Y/n, Lando and Oscar found themselves at war.

Though Lando and y/n managed to keep the peace and have continued to date throughout 2026 and she won again.

For 2027, the gap has margined and y/n is leading the pack, mainly because Max's car seems to have more reliability issues than hers. And she's sure he's complaining about it, but they haven't had debriefs together since the first 3 races of 2026 when tensions just got too much in the team between the drivers again.

Right now, she's trying to decide what to do next. Her and Lando have promised to not tell the other of their choices for the following year over their potential team changes.

"You look stressed." Lando states making her slam her lap top from the email she'd been reading. "Okaaaaay..."

"Sorry. Sorry. I'm just...having my head done in." Y/n sighs shaking her head earning a small nod and smile. "Bed time?"

"Yeah, come on baby." Lando nods making her smile and get up.

Months of a title fight against Max, and things were beginning to feel less and less worth it.

It's down to Abu Dhabi and the points are even.

"Max." Y/n calls almost feeling like it's foreign to say his name to him directly. She says it a lot in interviews and to others but suddenly it's so unfamiliar to her.

"What?" He questions sounding impatient.

"Good luck today." Y/n swallows making him look at her with a frown but she just smiles then takes off jogging down the stairs, not wanting to be caught in a conversation that might make her regret saying any thing at all.

Andy walks with her to get her to the national anthem.

Max got P4 and y/n got P2 in quilting so he's starting right behind her.

"You look like a woman on a mission today." Andy comments as she walks to him after the anthem.

"It's a big race." In more ways than one.

"I know, 3 time champion. It's going to be pretty amazing really." Andy grins before Ronnie walks up to her.

"Alright, feeling good?"

"Great." Y/n nods as she keeps her helmet on top of her head as she moves to him. "Let's take another win, ok?"

"That's the attitude."

Y/n goes around the whole team fist-bumping them before she climbs into the car but her aura earns concern from Andy and Ronnie who whisper to each other as they move from the grid. Ronnie needing to get on radio with her to make sure her radio is working and he sort of wants to check on her.

"Radio check."

"Radio check, Ron Ron."

"How you feeling?"

"Like we're going to take another win together. How are you feeling?" Y/n laughs which she doesn't know but it doesn't really fit him.

They go through the usual through all before the formation lap and then lights out. Y/n maintains P2 before getting past Lewis after a few laps and actually Max follows suit.

Y/n is boxed first after having pulled a 10 second gap.

They do battle and fight but ultimately y/n comes out the victor when a Williams causes a safety car and y/n is pulled into pit first and since they can't double stack because of the close proximity, Max has to lose position but he can fight his way back to the front.

The fight doesn't get him to P1 and crossing the line y/n has won. The title is hers again and she feelings a weight lift off of her, like it did last year when she won.

Radio messages flood in and she thanks everyone before pulling up and cheers celebrating with the team and to everyone's surprise she moves to Max who is being weighed and hugs him. Something she's never done in a previous title win so it's big. Even more surprisingly he hugs her back.

Her heart is thudding before she finds more drivers including Lando walking over and hugging her tightly.

They get to the cool down room with Charles who congratulates her with a hug and his usual dimpled grins.

Max notices something different about y/n, it might be something only he is sensing about the whole thing.

After the podium and both him and Charles just pouring their whole bottles on y/n. There's a moment, that she looks like she's living in every millisecond and for some reason it makes Max feel sick.

He'd never properly celebrated y/n's wins, to the public it appeared he'd somewhat supported her but really he never did.

Y/n actually disappears for media and then the team calls for celebrations and photos and videos in true Red Bull fashion.

"What are you doing here?" Max questions as he walks to join the photo and finds Lando there actually with a significant amount of the drivers, teams and some media.

"Y/n has called for everyone to come here...didn't say why. I think it might she wants a photo with everyone for her celebration she was talking about it." Lando shrugs since he has no idea.

After a Red Bull soaked team photo including Max who finally seems genuinely happy for his teammate's title win, y/n does call for everyone to get together for a photo with the drivers who seem happy to join in.

They get a few before y/n asks for everyone to gather because there's something important she wants to say.

"Alright, so...I love every single one of you. Possibly Lando at the top and after the past 3 years... Max, you are still the first person I'd call in an emergency, even before Lando because he can't handle any emergency." Y/n laughs as some people who aren't catching on laugh but most of the drivers have paled with what they know is coming while tears gather in y/n's eyes. "I owe so much to so many of you. I'll never repay you for the amazing memories...but I feel like getting here cost me more than I ever expected to pay. So 3 championships is where I stop..."

Max almost steps forward but he's too frozen in shock to even attempt it.

"This was the most impossible decision. But I've got what I wanted from this. I got things I didn't want from this and now it's time for me to start the next chapter in my life." Y/n smiles but the pain behind it makes them all sting. "I wanted you guys to be the first to know. No one beyond my manager who I can promise is devastated with my choice and tried everything to talk me out of it. But he agreed that if I won this title, then I was free to make my own decision and that's what I'm doing. Anyway, thank you everyone. I will never forget this experience and I will...leave an undefeated champion."

The silence that follows is long aside from the photographers and videographers who are eating the moment up. Given that they also didn't know what to expect, y/n announcing retirement was the last thing ever.

Especially with rumours of her moving to Ferrari or McLaren. Both of which were actually very well founded. If she'd have lost this championship to Max, then she would've moved to Ferrari for one more season next year and she'd be in talks with Zak about potentially pairing with Lando.

Eventually people start to move and a lot move to y/n talking to her. Some trying to talk her into changing her mind but one person who seems to understand her choice is Lewis.

"You just need to do what's right for you." Lewis states earning a hum of agreement from his teammate.

"Are you sure this is right for you?" Charles questions making her laugh. "It will not be the same without you. Who will win?"

"Hopefully...you, or Max or...I'd quite love to watch Lando be a champion." Y/n sighs then slowly moving through the sort of line up waiting to speak to her.

Finally Lando gets hold of her and cups her face kissing her several times and hugging her which does prompt more tears since while this feels like the right choice. It does hurt to know that the fix for all the mental anguish she's faced is by leaving.

"Do you really have to leave?"

"It's the right thing for me to do." Y/n whispers earning a sigh. "I'll still be here to support you but I've achieved what I wanted and then I did it two more times...I never expected to lose my best friend."

Lando smiles sadly at her before kissing her again and wiping her stray tears away with his thumbs.

"Y/n, can we talk?" Max asks suddenly as if summoned by her mention of losing him.

"Yeah, of course we can." Y/n smiles kissing Lando once more before moving away from him. "How about a walk away from everyone? I don't want to risk eavesdropping and I have more to say to you than you might expect."

Actually he should expect a lot. Nearly 3 years of the most minimal interactions which even including ignoring each other any time they passed by each other at any point.

Y/n groans as Lando wakes her up. The two finding themselves towards the end of the Winter break and Lando has less than 2 weeks left before he has to get to Spain for testing.

"Come on, I'm going over to Woking and you made a promise." Lando states earning a groan. "I know, baby, but you promised."

"Ok, fine. Consider a gun held to me head though." Y/n murmurs earning a smile as he presses a kiss onto the side of her face.

Y/n groans dragging herself out of bed and slowly getting dressed, with some aid from Lando to try and speed her up in her sleepy state.

Eventually they're in the car and Lando is smiling as they park up. Y/n yawns getting up and out of the car as Lando grabs her stuff carrying it to the court for her.

"Y/n, you've gotten lazy. Making Lando carry everything around for you." Max jokes as he greets her with a smile and kiss on the cheek then a quick hug for Lando. "I thought you couldn't join."

"He can't he's just dropping me off, like a true gentleman." Y/n laughs then giving Lando a quick kiss. "Ok, go before you miss your flight."

"Alright, you two don't fall out just from a padel match." Lando smiles as he jogs off leaving y/n and Max with Rupert and Andy.

"As if we would ever let a sport get between us." Y/n grins as she gets her padel racket out. "What teams with going with? Drivers vs trainers or Drivers pair up with their trainers?"

"Drivers vs trainers sounds like a safe bet." Andy hums, mercilessly honest about it.

"That's true." Max hums making her laugh before they all move to their positions.

Playing padel goes pretty well and it's when her and Max sit down afterwards for a meal with Andy and Rupert leaving to do something that the two get to talk some more.

The winter break really acted as a perfect time to regrow their friendship and with Lando being there, it's actually been much easier than it could've been.

"I know I've apologised...but it's not going to be the same without you there..." Max states earning a sad smile.

"Well you'll just have to win the title in my absence." Y/n shrugs then sighing. "Anyway, this year I'm going to be a full time support for you and Lando."

"It still won't be the same."

"It won't but...this was for the better." Y/n smiles sadly then patting his arm. "Anyway, you have one more season left to get that 5th title. Make me proud."

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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Hi, is it possible to have M6 hcs with an MC having a depressive episode please? Thank you in advance, I love your work <3

The Arcana HCs: M6 with an MC struggling with depression

~ apparently you guys' new favorite thing to do is send me requests that I can relate to a little too well. Have some comfort, my darlings, and remember to be kind to yourselves. Healing is slow but it is happening - brainrot ~

Julian

Caring for you during a depressive episode is more instinctive for him than the day-to-day part of living with depression

He knows what it's like to be really emotionally low, but he doesn't know what it's like to be permanently stuck there

And for someone who runs on emotional energy, not having any at all doesn't resonate with him

Which is why he's quickly becoming Vesuvia's leading medical expert on the condition. What he can't understand right away, he'll study until he does

And oh dear, the more he learns, the more he aches for you. It's the emotional equivalent of chronic pain/fatigue and nobody will make you feel more valid in that than he will

There's just one problem - he can't keep a schedule to save his life and he's sometimes more empathetic than is good for him

It's an important growing moment for him. He'll have to learn how to better himself to help you without feeling responsible for your troubles

He keeps a checklist to go over with you every day, somehow without ever making you feel judged if you didn't do everything

Healthy amount of food? Check. Healthy amount of sleep? Check. Sunlight? It was raining. That's okay, we'll go on a picnic tomorrow!

It's also his way of being able to tell if it's getting bad again

When that happens, he'll encourage you to give yourself the freedom of a few days of rest. No expectations, no to-do lists. A good doctor knows the value of bed rest

It's really good for him too - since he wants to check up on you regularly it means he's taking consistent breaks and actually getting enough sleep for once

You bring him so much joy just by being there when he wakes up in the mornings. Being able to help you keep that sparkle in your eyes means so much to him

Asra

They aren't very depression-prone themselves, but they know how hard it is to carry a heavy heart. It's why giving you half of theirs was one of the easiest trades they ever made

And it's also why he gets what you're going through better than anyone else does, because he can literally feel what you're feeling, if you let him

The first time you let them tap in to your shared bond on a fairly bad day, they said it was like trying to dance with fogged-over glasses and weights on every limb. No wonder you're tired!

He doesn't mind doing things a little differently (since when did he do them normally anyways?) so he likes getting the important tasks done with you

They get up with you on workdays and turn breakfast and dinner into daily dates. Wherever their whims take them while you run the shop, they'll always be back in time to help close and take you on a long sunset stroll

Baths used to stress you out - it was the last hurdle before finally getting to sleep - and now they're the highlight of your day

It's not nearly as overwhelming when the bath's already drawn with some new random luxury product to try out and a fluffy-haired lover who insists on lifting you in and out (it makes him happy, let him have this, MC!)

Weekends are for sleeping in, cuddles on the roof in the sunshine, and hours of reading books in the pillow pile

When a nasty episode hits, they'll take you on vacation to Nopal. They notice how much effort you put in, it makes sense that you need rest and they want to make sure you have it

So many hugs and snuggles, all the time, every day. He's so proud of you and he tells you that constantly

Because he doesn't need you to be happy or energetic or exciting for him to love you. He just needs you to know that you're loved.

Nadia

Nobody knows what it's like to feel stuck and unable to get one's life back like she does. She spent three years comatose like that

She's a little horrified when she gets a clear picture of what life can be like for you. She had a way out, and a Devil to blame and subsequently defeat. You're running on your own determination

She thinks you're one of the strongest people in the world for that

It shows her why you seemed to know how to pull her out of her sleep. And she's determined to do the same for you

She pulls you out of bed to do yoga with her every morning. If it's sunny (and it often is) she'll take it onto the balcony so you can kill two birds with one stone

It's okay if you need to go back to sleep after. Just let her do this with you

She has a reason to schedule breaks into her day now to spend half an hour with you and make sure you're both getting what you need

Because lunchtime gets so busy and dinner is often an important event, she makes sure to have a late morning tea with you every day, from 10-11 AM

Fresh fruit, some dried meats and cheeses, juice and tea, and the most delicious baked treats. It's light and filling and nourishing enough to get you through the day if you can't manage much else

It's easier to act like it's not getting bad again when you can save your energy just for your shared moments. It's why Nadia feels so guilty for the first few times she didn't notice until it was too bad for you to do even that much

Fortunately for you, there's a palace full of employees who have you to thank for getting a competent person in charge again

They want to see you flourish too, so one word from housekeeping is all Nadia needs to whisk you off to the seaside for some R&R

You pulled her out of her daze and are the strongest person she knows. Returning the favor for her beloved is her greatest honor

Muriel

Oh yeah, that thing where life feels like walking through sludge and all you want to do is hide and sleep, so that's what you eventually end up doing all day? Yeah he does that too

Or at least he did, until you dragged him down a continent with the scariest woman he's ever met on a wild goat chase

It's starting to make sense to him now. You knew to reintroduce him to the fun of comfortable clothes and good food and the safety of companionship because that's what you needed too

And he's not leaving that fog behind without bringing you with him

He doesn't want you to force yourself into a busy, colorful life of excitement and adventure. He doesn't want that for himself either

But he's learned the value of a life that can move as slowly as it needs to as long as it doesn't get stagnant

You can sleep in if you want to. But he's bringing you breakfast in bed. He won't say anything but he won't leave to start his day until you eat at least half of it

You don't have to go on a walk if you're not up for it. But he'll leave the door and windows open and move the bed right below them

You don't have to take a shower. But he'll hold you in his lap by the fire with a clean rag and a bucket of warm water and some soap and a big, fluffy towel

It's okay if you can't feel anything. It's okay if you can't stop feeling everything. Sit with it as long as you need to. He'll just be next to you with a glass of cool, fresh water from the nearby spring

Of course, things aren't always that bad. You have good days, and better days, and great days, and tired days, and gray days, and everything days, and nothing days, and quiet days, and loud days

Sometimes you're the one bringing him a glass of water and opening the windows

But you're both slowly having more good days than bad ones, and life is starting to get lighter. And neither of you are fighting alone

Portia

Depression and burnout can look pretty similar. The big difference is that one of them is something you generally bring on yourself, and the other one tends to show up uninvited and unannounced

She's plenty familiar with burnout. Depression not so much

She's quick to notice when you go several days in a row without smiling very much. And when you can't pull yourself out of bed one morning, she's so sympathetic and on board to help

But it's hard not get upset with her when her first question is, "so what were you doing for it to get this bad, MC?"

It makes it even harder to talk about, but Portia is the palace's honorary librarian at this point. Between the research she does there and the general medical description and advice Ilya gives her, she'll come back with plenty of notes

She will feel so bad about what she said earlier that you will definitely need to hug it out

She's such a get-up-and-go person that she doesn't have to think twice about helping you keep a schedule. That's how she lives already. Now she's just cooking a full breakfast for two, not one

She still takes you on her ambassador trips, but the plans she comes up with take your energy levels into account as well as hers

You're having a better day? Time to go sightseeing and find an adventure

You're not doing as well? Take a day on the boat. Nap on the deck in the sunlight. The crew love you too, they'll bring you fruit and she'll get all the boring meetings out of the way while you rest

It can be a little daunting being a partner to someone who is sunshine personified when you feel like mud most days

And it's tricky for her to learn how to sit with someone in pain without feeling like a failure for not being influential enough to fix it

She sees you as the best part of her world and thinks, no wonder you're tired. Take a rest. She'll keep things running

Lucio

At first he's worried that you're falling sick very, very slowly

You don't have energy for the things that he knows you enjoy, you're sleeping more, and the dulled look in your eyes makes him wonder if you're in pain

You're trying not to let it get to you because being an adventurer is fun! Exciting! And it's Lucio's fresh start on life, so you're scared of ruining it. You don't want to drag him down on his way up

But finally one morning you just can't get yourself out of bed. And he's increasingly worried, so you explain it to him

It ends up lifting his spirits more than anything. He could tell you were ill, but this illness doesn't seem fatal. It's just something you have to live with that makes some days a lot harder than others

He doesn't have a lot of intuition for taking care of sick people, but he's getting better and better at learning from his mistakes

You say taking care of your body helps? Every time he gets hungry he makes sure you eat something too. Every time he bathes he pulls you in. Every time he goes outside he invites you.

If you say no too often he will pout. Which will quickly give way to his unexpectedly adorable puppy eyes, because he loves you and doesn't want your sickness to hurt you MC!

Of course, healing is never linear. There are still times when the only thing you have energy for when you open your eyes is closing them again

And as much as he worries for you during those times, Lucio isn't burdened by them. It's a chance to show you he loves you and to return the favor you showed him by sticking by his side

It's also his moment to be the magnanimous, powerful Count he wanted so badly to be. He'll protect you, he'll take care of you, he gets to be your hero and let you be comfortable!

You are his best. If that means you need to take a break and sleep, then go ahead. Precious things are meant to be treasured

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depravitycentral · 9 months

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Hi, I also gotta say that the uvogin fanfic is amazing I also really enjoyed reading that <3.

It was actually a good plan but why the heck did he even print out chats in the first place and kept them in the drawer under the TV? Like if it were his room ok but in the livingroom? Was it maybe his plan that the reader finds it on their own so he could have a reason to stop the pretend and then the reader would blame themselves?

(The fic is question is Partnership)

Ooh, I hadn't even considered the last part of that! That would've been a really good ending - my stand-by for fics is to make endings leading into shock and then sex or a post-sex haze; I am a creature of habit. (Mostly, I just saw the word count was getting to five number places and was worried no one would want to read something longer.)

But genuinely, you finding the evidence of his obsession was an accident - one Uvogin sincerely, honestly hoped wouldn't happen. And you're obedient, he knows that - even if you have a more rebellious streak in you, he's big. He's scary. He's strong. He told you not to snoop. He was sure enough that he'd be willing to bet his own life that you wouldn't dare disobey him or his rules - he knows your body language well enough from all that stalking to be able to read you like a book, and he knew from the moment that blindfold came off that he had you in the palm of his hand.

But then you did the unexpected. You rebelled. You disobeyed.

You were bad, and while he's initially mad at you, frankly he's more surprised than anything - a little impressed and proud of you, even. It fucks up all his plans, of course, but it's nice to see you growing a backbone, even if it is just against him.

And he did have plans, really - plans to slowly grow on you, to continue getting your favorite foods and 'accidentally' starting a new series or set of movies - and oh? What's this? They're your favorites? What a coincidence!

He was going to slowly ease you into the idea of intimacy; a hand lingering on your shoulder here or there, catching you when you fall (he sent a small burst of aura your way that had you losing your balance, but that's just a trivial detail), scoffing at you and telling you that you're holding that knife all wrong, let me show you how to really cut something. (He'll stand behind you, his chest flush against your back, arms grabbing your own and guiding you through the chopping motion, the extra cologne he'd spritzed on earlier in the day making your nose tingle and your cheeks feel warm.)

(And then, once you're asleep that night, he'll fuck his fist so hard it nearly breaks.)

He had a plan, yes, but he's mature enough to realize that it's all his fault that it didn't pan out (well, maybe a bit your's, too, because you'd decided to grow a pair and break one of his cardinal demands). He'd been stringant with keeping all evidence in check - away and secure so that you wouldn't find it. Maybe, with time, he'd show you all the things he's collected over the months he's been watching you - maybe, but only if the Stockholm Syndrome was in full swing, if you were willingly kissing him, instigating sex or even whispering those three little words with honesty. Maybe he would've, just to show you how much he cared - how much he still cares.

But to answer your question, nonnie, the reason why he has the chats printed out is because he wrote them while tapping into your phone line. Shalnark didn't mind doing his buddy a favor, and getting the bug planted wasn't too difficult. And it would go off at the most random times - when he's out, traveling for Troupe business, he doesn't have a computer or anything on him, and a scrap piece of paper and a pen are his only tools. He records what you're saying because everything that comes out of your mouth feels important, like it's something he needs to remember, like it's something that might give him more insight into who you are - another layer of you, maybe even one that only Uvogin ever gets to see.

And of course, once it's written down, he can't just throw it away. He has to keep them - just in case something you said becomes relevant. Just in case you mention something about him - the large man who passed you on the street today, but you were too busy with your nose buried in your phone to notice. The large man who was at the other end of the aisle in the grocery store as you agonized over which flavor of ice cream to buy with your limited budget.

And as for the placement of where he keeps all these scribbled records of your every phone call and interaction, well, it's really a no brainer. It was the only spot that wasn't already full with something relating to you.

Every cabinet, drawer, closet, shelf, nook, and cranny in his apartment is full of you you you. He's got everything his greedy hands could get ahold of - your underwear, chapstick, button, and bandaid, of course, but there's more. It ranges from things that are less disturbing - normal, even, like a pair of earrings or a hairbrush - to things that are just a little more suspicious. (Like your old toothbrushes - yes, plural - or your haribrush.) Things that could be considered totally understandable (if not a big extreme) and not creepy if you and Uvogin were actually a couple.

And then, of course, there's the more intimate items, the things you had the displeasure of stumbling upon - your panties, for example, and if you were to peruse through the cabinets below the sink in the bathroom you'd find all sorts of menstrual supplies, with your favorite brands, the right products for your flow, even the dinky menstrual cup you'd tried on a whim because a friend recommended it. (Yes, you'd thrown it away because it'd been too messy when you took it out and yes, Uvogin searched through your trash bag just to find it.)

He may come off as this big, imposing, simple, one-track-minded man, but he's not. At least, not only those things. Uvogin is smart - and as most yanderes with brains tend to do, his obsession teeters much more on the side of collecting information about you than you'd expect. He's just honestly curious about you in every way - he's clingy and needy and wants you, so badly that it hurts, and collecting your things was a way to help alleviate some of that ache before he could properly be with you.

So while he didn't want you to find any of his stolen goods, frankly, it was inevitable - any storage space (except the room he houses you in - just because he'd be tempting fate if he asked you not to root through anything in the modest closet or drawer set he's assigned to you) contains evidence and proof that Uvogin didn't just randomly get stuck with you. It was all purposeful, planned, calculated - and you, poor sweet little you, just had the misfortune of finding that out much too early.

Ignorance really is bliss, isn't it?

#also thank you for the praise! I'm glad you enjoyed it :)#_uvogin #_lee talks fics #_hxh #_partnership #yandere hxh #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere uvogin

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pallastrology · 5 months

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jupiter vs. saturn: scorpio

jupiter

they are more individualistic. jupiter in scorpio is a placement that is seeking their place in the world, and this makes for a native that sometimes seems quite contrarian. interestingly, they are often social chameleons, blending and adjusting as needed to meld with people. once they truly know someone however, and feel a sense of camaraderie with them, they 'shed their skin' and show their true, unapologetic self. they have strong personalities and are deeply reflective, actually enjoying diving down into the depths of themselves to unlock boxes and solve puzzles.

they are more controlling. this one is perhaps unexpected, but it's true. jupiter, with its bigger personality and focus on social issues, tends towards control moreso than saturn. this is mostly an internal drive however, as they believe strongly in freedom and justice. they are strict with themselves and don't do anything by halves, so there is a danger of falling into rigid, compulsive habits when it comes to lifestyle factors, or burning out when they take on too much for their cause. it takes time for the native to discover the power of softening their grip on themselves.

they are more passionate. with almost boundless energy, jupiter in scorpio is a placement that just hums with drive and intensity. there is something quite inspiring about them actually, as someone who is close to two. they have a rich inner world and aren't afraid to dive in, as they are constantly improving their self-knowledge. they are emotionally strong people, not afraid of 'ugly' emotions in other people either, and in fact they often find it helpful to get to know someone inside out like that. they love to build intimacy and have a deep respect for trust and integrity.

saturn

they are more motivated. while both placements are driven and goal-oriented, saturn in scorpio tends to be more patient, and therefore have more 'sticking power'. they tend to be very disciplined people, who can easily slip into being overcontrolling, both with themselves and others. this discipline, ironically, is something that needs to be carefully kept in check to be sure that the native is in charge, not their fears and goals. when at their best, saturn in scorpio is almost limitless, precisely because they are aware of their limits and how to manage them effectively.

they are more opaque. saturn in scorpio can be somewhat mysterious from an outside perspective; they aren't easy to read, they don't tend to be chatty, and they keep their emotions, hopes and fears close to their chest. they aren't the most sociable people, but even when the rest of the chart is extraverted, the native can find that they're seen as a dark horse. it takes a long time and isn't an easy process to really get to know saturn in scorpio, but though the reward is a rare one, it's worth it.

they are more afraid. saturn in scorpio is a very strong person. they are brave, sensible, disciplined. but underneath their stoic exterior, the native is afraid of their own vulnerability. they work very hard to stay in control, and even harder to remain strong in front of others, because they are acutely aware of how cruel life - and people - can be. the natives are very uncomfortable with being open and vulnerable in front of others, and they often struggle with intimacy because of this, which is a lonely way to live. time, patience and hard work can help them learn to trust.

both

they are both ravenous. scorpio is always an interesting sign to look at because of its dual rulers, mars and pluto. i think they combine in such a way as to cultivate a real hunger in the native, and it's this hunger that seems to underpin a lot of what scorpio does in life. this can be a positive or negative thing, but often in youth, it translates to an individual with a gnawing emptiness inside, leading them down potentially very damaging paths until they are able to look inwards and really assess what they need. once they know, they become much less destructive, and in fact are often very creative individuals.

they are both single-minded. the stubbornness we talked about earlier in the post is really a key trait of scorpio's, as it is the expression of their impressive drive and determination. both of our natives are passionate and not easily distracted, if at all, from their goals, hunting them down almost viciously. they can both become consumed by them, though it manifests differently; with jupiter being more likely to utilise their own, and others' resources to assist them and saturn more likely to become quite miserly and almost haunted by the path they're on.

they are both resourceful. both of our natives are highly driven, as we've discussed. they are also - and this is something i think gets missed often with scorpio - very creative individuals, especially when in a healthy state of mind. they are analytical and reflective, though not in the same way, say, libra is; scorpio is very focused on survival and winning, and they put their vast mental capacity to use figuring out how. the issues come when there are other people involved, as it's one thing to dedicate all of your own life and resources to a goal, another entirely to start taking from someone else. finding a harmony between the two extremes is helpful here.

they are both brooding. both placements are prone to episodes of dark mood, and it can be really hard to pull themselves out of it. they often grew up with extreme emotions and a sense of shame and secrecy around them, and so these fits of depression are normalised and kept secret as adults. the natives would do well to embrace vulnerability and intimacy now, and share their darker thoughts with safe loved ones. they are both analytical, and especially jupiter is reflective and something of a natural psychologist, meaning if help or support isn't available externally, the natives can make meaningful steps using things like journalling and meditations.

#pallastrology #astrology #astrology blog #astrology post #jvs #jupiter #jupiter in scorpio #saturn in scorpio #saturn

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that-storming-writer · 2 years

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Puppet

Warehouses were always creepy. They just happened to be creepiest during the dead of night; devoid of life and strangely silent. Hero slipped through the building, their only source of comfort coming from an eerie light at the center of the main room. The warehouse was supposed to be long-abandoned, but the boxes and crates that lined the edge of the room told a different story.

"Have you found Villain yet?" Mentor asked through the earpiece.

"No yet," Hero whispered back. "I haven't seen any sign of them, actually."

"Keep looking. I know the coward's around here somewhere." Hero nodded, though they knew Mentor had no eyes on them. They ducked around a crate, checking their surroundings in the dim light. There was something...wrong about the situation, though they couldn't quite figure out what.

"Are you sure Villain--"

"Hero," Mentor sighed, "we've been over this. I know you don't hate Villain, but you can't let your feelings cloud your judgement."

"I-I know, but I can't help but think we're following a false lead. Villain isn't exactly known for cold-blooded murder. Robbery? Hostage taking? Scamming people? Sure, they've done it and have admitted to those crimes; but they've never killed anyone and were adamant they didn't kill Superhero. Why be honest about the other crimes, but lie about this one?" Mentor was silent for a moment.

"Hero, do you trust me?"

"Of-of course, Mentor. Why do you ask? I mean... It's just that--"

"If you trust me then please stop questioning me. I understand this may be hard for you, but you have to bring Villain to justice. For the good of the people. For the good of your fellow heroes." They paused. "For the good of Superhero."

"Right. For the good of everyone," they mumbled. Despite Mentor's reassurances, it was difficult for Hero to ignore the gnawing at their stomach.

"Remember, when you find Villain, contact me immediately. We know they're capable of murder now, and I don't want you to be their next victim. Understood?"

"Yes, understood." Hero turned their attention back to their task, shoving the feeling of unease away. Mentor was right. The killer needed to be brought to justice--even if it was Villain who did it.

Hero continued their search, the warehouse no less creepy than before. It didn't take long to find their nemesis, seated motionless and hunched over. Hero position themselves out of sight, but close enough to keep an eye on them.

"I think I found them," they whispered into the earpiece.

Silence.

"Mentor? ...Mentor, can you hear me?" More silence. Hero swallowed and narrowed their eyes toward their enemy. They were still, unmoving. Were they dead? Cautiously, Hero approached, their heartbeat pounding in their ears the closer they got. They reached out to touch Villain, steady--

"I can't believe you fell for the old 'mannequin disguised as a person trick'." Hero jumped, yelping in alarm. They were vaguely aware of Villain laughing behind them. When their breathing slowed, they faced the fiend with a glare.

"Oh great, this place has mannequins?! As if it couldn't get creepier. And excuse me for thinking the human-like figure was you just sitting around in this very dark and hard to see in warehouse. I'm sure no one else could make that mistake," they grumbled.

"Yeah, I know it's creepy, but it worked out for me," Villain said as they led Hero to the center of the room. "You didn't even hear me coming, you were so distracted with that thing!"

"You're really proud of yourself for that. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you love being entertained at my expense." They reached a table with the lone light, cluttered with loose papers and more pens than what should be considered acceptable.

"Entertaining me with your antics is actually something you're good at," Villain teased. Hero rolled their eyes, but spared a small smile for the criminal. Annoying as they were, it was difficult not to grin around them. Villain smiled back. They always smiled back, and it was always wonderful...

Wait. This was wrong. Their mission--the entire reason they were there in the first place--was to confront a killer. Hero stared at Villain, who noticed the change in their demeanor. The criminal reached out, only for Hero to recoil at their movement.

"No, I-I can't be talking to you like this. You killed Superhero!" Villain grimaced, shoulders sinking as they ran a hand through their unkempt hair.

"Look Hero, I'm sorry about your friend's death, but I wasn't the one who killed them. We have at least a few minutes before Mentor comes bursting through the doors, so could you please let me explain myself in that time?" Hero considered their words, watching them with hard eyes.

"Promise you won't try anything in that time? Promise you won't hurt me?" Villain's face softened.

"I-I could never hurt you, Hero." After a moment, they added, "But if it makes you feel better, I promise I won't try anything and you'll be safe with me." Hero nodded, but remained silent. Villain fiddled with their ring, unable to meet their enemy's eyes.

"Mentor killed Superhero."

Hero stared at them, face shifting from anguish to horror before finally settling into fury.

"Wh-what's wrong with you?" Their voice was low, threatening. Villain stepped back, hands up in an attempt to placate Hero.

"I understand how this sounds. They're Mentor, a hero who fights to protect the innocent. How could they murder someone, especially their own teammate?"

"You're lying."

"Are you sure about that? Who found Superhero?"

"Mentor did. When...when they found their body, they immediately called it in."

"Where was Superhero found?"

"They were found in an alley near Seventh and Rosewood." That was close to Mentor's base.

"Why do you think I killed them?" This time, Hero was quiet for a moment. They both knew the answer.

"Because Mentor...Mentor said they saw you fleeing the scene."

"Don't you see, Hero? Mentor is stringing you along, driving a wedge between us! They tell you I'm a killer, and you blindly follow their lead! You're like their puppet." Villain drew in a breath, calming themself. "You're better than this, Hero. You may not believe me, but you know I didn't murder Superhero."

"How do I know you're not trying to manipulate me? Not trying to string me along like you claim Mentor is doing?" The pair locked eyes and Villain took Hero's hand.

"You don't. You just have to trust me." They continued to stare at each other, only breaking from their trance at the sound of Mentor's arrival. Screeching metal echoed from the far end of the warehouse. Hero looked between Villain the direction of the noise.

"Time's up. Whenever you're ready to talk, you know where to find me, Hero. Good luck and please stay safe." They gently kissed Hero's hand before disappearing into the darkness. Hero stared after them, their mind abuzz with the ramifications of Villain's words and the choice they had to make. They didn't notice Mentor approach.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #heroes and villains community #This is a mess #I think the pacing is a bit off and in some places it feels rushed #Don't love it and I might edit it later #we'll see

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heretherebedork · 8 months

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We start this scene with Shu saying he doesn't drink and Takayuki checking in on him to make sure he's comfortable in this restaurant and we a quick confirmation and then... this. Oh, Shu. Shu is my darling because he is absolutely neurodivergant and everyone knows and accommodates him easily enough because that's what good people do and we love that for him and them, okay?

Anyway, it's time for some backstory and to help Shu realize that he does need to talk to his boyfriend about the relationship boundaries they've set and what they mean.

This is fascinating. Not just because of how confused Takayuki is (oh, this man is lost) but also because this is about how Shu has been interpreting their relationship. When Asuka said that all he needed and wanted was Shu at his side, Shu took him not just at his word and literally but also lowered his own expectations entirely and stopped thinking about Asuka's own love confession.

Shu has trapped himself in the words that Asuka spoke out of desperation and refuses to let himself go. He locked himself in tight and now that he sees himself wanting more, he's afraid that Asuka meant what he said and will not want more despite how obvious (to everyone else) Asuka is about wanting more from him.

This is a deepseated misunderstanding of their relationship that stems from both of their inability to communicate. Asuka's fear of losing Shu has left Shu thinking he wants nothing more and Shu's inability to express himself clearly and struggle with affection have left Asuka scared and lonely in their relationship. Now they just need to start talking.

I find this fascinating because Shu was the last one who enforced the boundary of just being by his side while Asuka begged for a date. But it's just more proof about how he thinks. Shu remembers Asuka saying that and now that's all he can use to define their relationship despite Asuka begging for more. And seeing Asuka with a girl is enough to show him he loves him but not enough for him to rethink what Asuka might have meant by that after his love confession.

I love Shu, I do, but the honest answer is that he needs a lot more communication in this relationship. Both of them do. Even if he can never express his love the same way or as openly as Asuka, he still needs to at least make sure they're on the same page occasionally.

They both do, Asuka isn't innocent of this. His fear of losing Shu has left him suffering and lonely despite his love and he can't communicate because he's constantly afraid that any move he makes will shatter the illusion he has of them going on.

(I really hope they can find their way to that, at least, to a place where they can talk and even if they don't express things the same way they can be themselves together and meet both their needs.)

The sucker has done a lot of work for their relationship. So much work for them. It represents their love and their past and their connection and their care but it also has the powerful reminder that Shu can take care of Asuka and love him and make him smile no matter how insecure or unsure he is. The sucker, that sweet little candy, is a symbol of them. Them through their lives, them through their relationship, their love and how it's changed and evolved but stayed so sweet.

Everyone knows the word for that feeling better than Shu does but he's learning. He's listening. He's doing his best and that matters so, so much in this.

And all of this finally leads to him actually talking to Asuka.

That's the biggest difference between these two couples. Shu has to initiate everything for them because Asuka would rather cling to the concept of what they have and the chance for more than possibly drive Shu away in an effort to get more. He's so scared. But who would think Asuka was scared? So Shu is the one who always has to take the lead but he's also the one most likely to cling to the patterns they've already woven.

So this conversation was very important, for someone outside of their relationship to show Shu that he needed more and that he could reach for more.

I'm so happy for them.

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no6secretsanta · 4 months

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From: @thane-emblem

To: kerminty

The fabric of the suit is itchy against Nezumi’s skin, a constant reminder that these clothes never leave the emergency suitcase. His fingers twitch towards his tie. It's not too tight - he knows it's not too tight, but all the same, it feels like a quiet threat around his neck.

Quieter, at least, than the threat he's walking directly towards.

Manicured gardens sprawl beneath the full moon. The manor is ringed by red rose bushes, because of course it is, and the path leading to the front steps gives off the impression that someone’s counted out the perfect number of individual pieces of gravel to line it with. As for the building, the old bricks and Victorian architecture speak for themselves. Nezumi’s lips twitch downwards.

Vampires.

Two of them flank the door, asking guests for their tickets like bodyguards. Nezumi’s in half a mind to sneak in through a window, but that would be a waste of the perfectly good ticket he'd taken the time to fake, so he strides up the stairs and hands it over with only mild disdain showing on his face. The vampires scrutinize the ticket, then wave him through.

It's too bright inside. At least three chandeliers glitter overhead - they're like suns, which Nezumi supposes must be a deliberate choice. The ornate sconces on the wall only serve to amplify the dizzying effect.

To add insult to injury, there are altogether too many eyes on him, and he can't quite suppress the feeling that he's freely presenting these creatures with their main course just by walking in. He mentally counts through every concealed weapon on his body to shake the thoughts. Then he straightens his jacket. He's a professional - there's no need to let his quarry get in his head.

One specific pair of eyes burns into him and it's like the sudden pull of a magnet, deeply familiar and as powerful as ever.

Nezumi swallows hard.

Shion is here.

Their eyes meet across the dance floor, and Nezumi winks. Shion fidgets, the way he always does when Nezumi flirts with him, and the sight makes Nezumi cast aside his misgivings for a brief moment. He crosses the dancefloor, heading straight for Shion, who mirrors the motion. They meet in the middle.

If Shion were any less of an airhead, Nezumi would have to worry about how decidedly un-subtle he's being. Thankfully, Shion is still the same person Nezumi’s gotten to know so well throughout their various encounters, and so they move past awkward pleasantries and straight to the banter.

"You're looking well," Shion says.

"Checking me out, are we?" Nezumi returns. If Shion had a beating heart, Nezumi’s sure it would send blood to his cheeks right now. As it stands, he settles for averting his eyes and lifting his shoulders just so.

"I was just surprised to see you in a suit," says Shion. A note of teasing enters his voice as he adds: "This might be the first time I've seen you in a shirt without any stains or rips, actually."

"I have plenty of good shirts," Nezumi lies, running through his few possessions in his mind and reluctantly finding that Shion's entirely right. Shion laughs softly. Nezumi can feel himself getting distracted.

A trumpet solo from the live band's stage comes to his rescue just then. The crowd hushes as one, letting the trumpet player finish her piece and then staying quiet as the host, Lady Lynette, steps onto the platform to welcome everyone. Nezumi barely listens; whether it's Lynette or Kara or whoever else, they're all the same to him. Each of them is either a current or future mark. In fact, over three-quarters of the people in this very room qualify as such. Every last vampire is his sworn enemy-

"Oh, please not the waltz," Shion whispers.

Every last vampire, but one.

"And now, my dear guests, please find yourself a partner," says Lady Lynette. "We'll be dancing a waltz!"

"It's your lucky day," Nezumi jokes to Shion, offering him a hand. Shion’s eyebrows go up comically quickly.

"But Nezumi," Shion says, "for you to be in a place like this... You've surely got recon to do, right?"

Yes. That's what Nezumi should say - yes, because this is an important mission, and he can't waste any more time than he already has. Yes, because vampires are the very things he’s sworn to destroy, and he really, really shouldn't be flirting with one, let alone dancing with him. Yes, because-

"It can wait," he says, trying his best to play it off as a joke. Judging by Shion's expression, it doesn’t quite work. Shion takes his hand. Nezumi leads the dance.

They make it through several bars before Shion steps on his foot, but Nezumi can't bring himself to pretend to be mad about it. It figures that Shion could make even this viper's den feel like a safe haven. Nezumi’s still trying not to laugh as Shion loses his balance again, bumping into another couple dancing their way. Shion apologizes; the vampire pair only acknowledge his existence to sneer down their noses at him.

"Friends of yours?" Nezumi murmurs.

"Not at all," Shion replies, his voice equally low. Nezumi snorts.

"Right, I almost forgot. I've met your one friend."

Shion makes a face. "Safu isn't my only friend."

"Then how'd you know I meant her?"

While Shion struggles to come up with a response, the back of Nezumi’s mind whispers that that couple had looked familiar. He watches them move away from the corner of his eyes when, all of a sudden, it clicks: those were supposed to be his targets tonight.

"Nezumi?" Shion says. It figures that he’d only be perceptive only at the most inconvenient of times.

"It's nothing," Nezumi tells him. "Focus on those two left feet of yours."

And Shion, damn it all, smiles a self-conscious smile that makes Nezumi feel like a child seeing the ocean for the first time. He presses his lips into a thin line, trying not to think about the cold pressure of Shion's hand in his, the way his own chest rises and falls against Shion's still one, the distinctly human glimmer in Shion's eyes.

Ah, those eyes.

If it weren't for those, Nezumi could carry out his work in peace. He could make a real name for himself. Better yet, he could give the vampire population something to fear, show them that humans can strike back. But no, instead of that, he has to be here, wondering whether Shion's eyes have always been this luminous shade of red like a lovestruck schoolchild. He sighs inwardly.

All too soon, the waltz comes to an end. Shion looks directly at him as the band holds the final note of the song; around them, several couples share a kiss. Nezumi feels the back of his neck start to heat up.

"Nezumi-" Shion starts, his voice half a question, and Nezumi can't take it. He detaches himself from Shion, taking a step back and then sweeping out of the room without one more word. All of the haughty vampires are surely judging him as he leaves. He hopes they all trip on their own over-inflated egos.

The night feels several degrees colder now, in the absence of the crowds inside the manor. Nezumi keeps going at a brisk pace, never breaking his stride until the gates are far behind him.

What's gotten into him?

Shion is one of them. Shion drinks blood - preys on humans - just the same as any thousand-year-old leech. If push came to shove, Shion would drink Nezumi’s own blood just as quickly, those naïve eyes be damned. And Nezumi’s stake could- it could-

Nezumi yanks his blazer off and throws it to the ground, sitting down on it and crossing his arms over his chest.

The old willow tree stays steady behind him as he leans against it. Nezumi breathes in the crisp night air, clamping down on his emotions, getting himself back under control. He can't keep letting Shion do this to him. Shion's still a vampire, even if he's a handsome and unusually charming one. That's what they do. They charm their prey to expend less energy chasing their meals down. It's basic survival.

"Sometimes, I wish you'd just talk to me," Shion says from behind him. Nezumi’s spine goes rigid.

"Don't sneak up on me," he snaps.

"I just wanted to see if you're alright."

"I'm doing great. Now can you leave?"

There's a rustle of clothes as Shion sits down next to him.

"No."

Nezumi sighs, deflating as the frustration leaves him. Is there a real point in resisting Shion? It feels like they're fated to end up meeting over and over, in a hundred different contexts. They might as well enjoy it.

"You're as stubborn as ever," says Nezumi, with no real bite.

"Me?" Shion says. Nezumi looks at him.

"You. I'm a vampire hunter, you know." Nezumi leans in closer. "I kill creatures like you."

Shion doesn't flinch away. "I do know that."

"And you're not scared?"

"Why would I be scared of you? I know you won't hurt me."

And Nezumi knows that's true.

Shion takes a turn to lean in closer, adding: "You're not scared of me either, are you?"

"I should be," Nezumi answers honestly. Shion shakes his head, putting both hands on Nezumi’s shoulders. Almost of their own accord, Nezumi’s hands float to Shion's waist.

"I don't want you to be," Shion whispers, and then they're both moving closer, and then, despite everything, their lips meet. In this moment, they’re not a vampire and a hunter; they’re two people who keep being drawn towards one another. Nezumi shifts so his body’s against Shion’s.

It's like coming home.

#submission #no. 6 #no. 6 secret santa #nezushi #nezumi #shion #thane-emblem #kerminty

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therunawaybread · 11 months

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I feel like after what Batman did to Hood in RHATO Bats should absolutely get shit treatment from the family especially after they all find out that the bullet was a blank and Cobblepot is still alive.

But

He would really fell the weight of what he did after he sees the retaliation of the Crime Alley on Batman.

Because they would fucking riot.

The Red Hood is very possessive of the Crime Alley. It's his turf.

The bats hardly ever go there. And if they do they're always escorted by Hood.

Rarely you can see Red Robin or Signal with him, but that's like twice a year and only when their current case leads there and they have no other options. People don't dislike them, but they don't like them either. They ignore them for most part and pretend they don't exist.

Robin can hardly ever be seen around Hood and it's when the two of them are the only ones in Gotham. It's suspicious, but Hood seems content, or even happy, when they're together. People don't know him, but they do know he understands lethal violence better than the rest of the bats despite his age. People don't have anything against him. He weirdly puts them at ease.

Nightwing and Red Hood aside from cases like the others can be seen basically once every week when the acrobat is in town crouching on a rooftop and bickering or sitting on the edge and eating fast food. When once Nightwing attempted to pop in and kick some asses on his own people didn't like that. They don't know him. They don't trust him. Hood just drags him out of his territory to god knows where (to one of his safehouses to give him a lecture on how the citizens of the Crime Alley (mainly kids) don't trust him so he makes them uneasy and skittish). For the following time Nightwing doesn't show up at all. They come back to their usual hangouts in about a month from the event. Nightwing doesn't try to come alone anymore. People don't mind him, but they do mind his terrible puns. They hate those.

Spoiler is the only one actually allowed in the Crime Alley without supervision. Despite that she rarely does go alone, usually only after Hood gets badly hurt and can't cover all the ground or go to patrol at all. However they are often seen fooling around, being sassy bitches™ and annoying the shit out of criminals more than actually fighting them. People see the little things in her behavior and manerism that most would miss, hear her accent, though not as thick as Hood's you can clearly recognize that she is Gotham's blood and bone, raised in the parts of the city that shows you her true colors. They like her.

Black Bat sometimes joins them especially when there's food involved. She's quiet. Terrifying to criminals, but always gentle with kids. People don't trust her fully because it's hard to get a read on her but it's nice to have her around from time to time.

Batman however is never seen in the Crime Alley and if he does visit he goes as quickly as he comes. He doesn't understand the Crime Alley. He doesn't have what it takes to protect them. He terrifies everyone with no exceptions. People don't want him in their home. They don't like him.

And then he beats Red Hood into a bloody pulp. They see it live on TV. And their dislike for him sours into pure hate.

Gotham has never seen anti-Batman protests. It's not Metropolis. Gotham loves their vigilantes at best and tolerates them at worst.

However people of the Crime Ally riot after what Batman did to Red Hood.

Their Red Hood

Their Hero

Their Guardian Angel

Someone who makes sure no one sells drugs to kids and even helps some people get out of addiction.

Someone who regularly checks on working girls and boys, scares prickly landlords into giving them more time or straight up helps them pay rent.

Someone who makes sure all the single moms have whatever they need for themselves and their babies, occasionally even babysitting so they can get some well deserved rest.

Someone who leaves clothes and food for street kids to pick up in places only they know about, meets with them sometimes in the evenings before patrol to tutor them in whatever they need help with at school, teach them some self defense moves or simply play some football with them.

Someone who brings rapists to the brink of death with his fists and then turns to the victim, takes off his helmet and does anything to make himself smaller and less scary, talks to them in gentle voice and tries to convince them to go to Dr. Thompkin's clinic to get checked out. He offers walking them there (or home, whichever they choose, he never forces them, he understands) and they always say yes because they trust him.

They depend on him.

They adore him.

And Batman hurt him.

Kicked him out of Gotham like he ever had any right to do that (after all Red Hood is more Gotham than Batman will ever be).

Batman has a case in the Alley for the first time since the Red Hood first appeared and claimed it as his territory. But now Hood's gone so it's on Batman to investigate. Except people don't want him there. They don't care what he has to say. He hurt their guardian so he can go fuck himself. They throw rocks at him whenever he's in range. Someone hit him with a baseball bat and another person straight up just pulled out a gun and was ready to kill him.

Almost every intact wall in Crime Ally is covered with a graffiti of a crossed out bat symbol. (There's also one huge graffiti of Red Hood's helmet with angel wings behind it and two crossed guns under it. It's signed 'Guardian Angel')

Batmobile was covered in all kinds of mysterious substances and scratched up after it was parked a bit too close to Crime Alley.

When he's crouching on an edge of a rooftop an old lady spots him and starts yelling very colorful insults at the man who dared to touch 'our boy'.

After he saves a kid in Browery from his attacker he frowns at him with such hate and distaste, but when he asks six words that feel like a stab through the heart. 'Why did you hurt Uncle Hood?'

And it's not just Crime Ally. Most people from the poorer parts of Gotham protest against him.

He starts to understand how Hood is viewed by people he protects. He's regretting what he's done more and more every day. Bruce finds Jason and basically begs him for forgiveness and for him to come back. Jason (even though he shouldn't have) already forgave him because he has a heart of gold.

But the people of Crime Alley never did.

#jason todd #red hood #batman #robin #nightwing #spoiler #red robin #signal #black bat #batfam #rhato #crime alley #this has been in my drafts forever #so i'm just gonna put it here #people of crime alley would absolutely riot after batman hurt their baby boy #you can't change my mind

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tblsomedoodles · 1 year

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Donnie gets Raph hugs too but since his visions are more often than not normal and unharmful to Donnie its rare he has to do so. He'll still hover if he notices one, just in case a waking vision happens, and Donnie knows he can always go to Raph for hugs if he just needs comfort and support with what he sees jsut the same as Leo does.

The problem is, Donnie doesn't feel like he needs to cuddle up to Raph after a vision. His dreams are far more positive and while his own personal feelings of annoyance and inadequacy are painful to him, it's hardly something Raph should be bothering about when his twin wakes up screaming and thrashing form the trauma of HIS visions. Really, Leo mat be the lucky one with the actually useful visions, but even Donnie wouldn't wish to see whatever it is that leads to such terrible nightmares even without the prophetic visions. Not to mention his image as the resident emotionless bad boy couldn't possibly allow him to actually let Raph cuddle and tuck him into bed after a vision like he did on the dew occasions Donnie had a bad dream as a tot

Yes! Raph definitely gives him a hug if he knows Donnie had a vision and seems angsty about it. He won't tell him why he's giving him the hug, in fact he probably makes it sound like Raph's the one that needs it. But he's well aware his brother has no like for his visions and wants to give him the same amount of comfort he's giving Leo.

Thank you!

Not that i know of. During the Apocalypse timeline he wouldn't have known about them (if either of the twins ended up in one, the other would hide it from the general populous for safety reasons.)

After the first ones, the boys are very careful about not triggering any more. Though accidents happen, they do try their best to make sure the twins don't get woken up mid-vision after the first time (even going so far as to not let them use alarms to wake themselves up. If they need to wake up at a certain time, either Mikey or Raph will wake up at that time and check to see if their in a vision before waking them.) so it's pretty unlikely he'd end up in that situation.

Thank you!

Yes! i was thinking something similar : )

Thank you!

Yup! Hep passes out almost as soon as they're safe in the turtle tank

thank yoU!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #seer twins au

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izzy-b-hands · 1 year

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Rizzy with past Blackhands mentioned and the lead into resumed Blackhands (ongoing with Blackbonnet and Rizzy of course.)

Mostly a convo between Ed and Izzy, with a sleeby Roach napping for part of it lol.

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"Hm. No."

Ed balks. "No?"

Izzy shrugs. "No. I mean, you really expect me to get up right now?"

On his lap lays Roach's head, snuggled into his stomach.

"He can breathe, right?" Ed peers closer to Izzy.

"He can. I've been checking."

"He's not sick?"

Izzy stares. "He spent all night making the pastries Bonnet wanted. I think he could make choux in his sleep now, if he felt the urge."

Ed frowns. He'd asked Stede to at least reduce the numbers requested. Yes, it was for the beginning of a fuckery planned for later in the day, but that didn't mean Roach needed to kill himself over it.

"He could have asked for h-"

"He did," Izzy interrupts. "And I helped."

"Is that where you were? We really could have used y-"

Ed pauses. It isn't a glare exactly from Izzy, but it's definitely a bittersweet look.

"Sorry. It was fine, anyway. Olu was available to help get Stede out of the passageway-"

"What."

Ed winces. "Yeah, there was a rat in the wall of the passage so we went in to free it, right?"

One of Izzy's hands takes a hold of Roach's, when those long fingers twitch and he lets out what sounds like a whimper.

He shouldn't be jealous. They had what they had. Roach and Izzy are happy together.

But he knows how it feels to have those fingers threaded with his, and there's an ache in his hands reminding them they're empty even though Izzy is right here.

He and Stede have talked about it. Stede has said, if Izzy wanted to resume anything from their past, as long as he's told he doesn't mind. He'd smiled and hugged Ed and reminded him that things were different now. Better, for all of them. Even Izzy. No reason to avoid asking about it, unless of course Ed didn't want it.

He wants it. So badly.

"How did that lead to Bonnet getting stuck there though?" Izzy asks.

"Well," Ed continues, ignoring the heat of Izzy's thigh against his as he sits beside him on his free side of the table's bench seating. "We thought it was a matter of chasing it out at first. Didn't know the thing was caught in the actual wall in between. So naturally-"

He snorts. It wasn't funny at the moment, but it is now. "Stede asked for help hacking into the wall to free it. And we have an axe-"

Izzy is shaking, laughing as silently as he can.

"I know, but it looked like it would work! And we thought it was just the one rat, but actually-"

"Did the rats trap him in?"

Ed nods. "They aren't mean at all, but he didn't want to accidentally step on them. We had Olu help me crush a bunch of old hardtack with a hammer, because we needed a lot to trail it all the way out to the deck so they'd leave and let him go."

Izzy nods, lip twitching.

"I know. It's okay. Even Stede laughed once he was free!"

"I just...he got held hostage by rats," Izzy whispers as he breaks into giggles. "What did you do with the rats once they got to the deck?"

Ed blinks. "Ah. I realize now we didn't."

"Didn't what?"

"Do anything with them. I don't actually know where they went. Olu and I went back into the passageway to make sure he wasn't actually stuck on anything else in the wall there..."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to help."

Ed smiles. "Eh. We managed. Maybe I need to try and get used to doing that now and again. In case you get busy with Roach in here again."

Izzy raises a brow.

"Oh! Oh, I meant-" Ed can feel himself blush. "Like. Cooking, not like...I mean no shame if you do, in here, so long as you clean up after."

He gives Izzy a minute. It's been oddly hard, letting themselves fall back into the rhythms and beats of years past, even if those were more comfortable than what they were coming back from.

"I missed this."

That's more than he expects.

"I-" Ed hesitates. "I did too."

Gently, as if it might break them both, he rests his head on Izzy's shoulder.

"And I'm going to be held hostage here by you two, aren't I?"

He can't hold back a yawn. "Yeah. Sorry, Iz. Maybe we should move first like...those bags of flour and beans on the floor might be comfortable."

"They are," Izzy says. "Roach and I have found that out. As have Lucius and Pete. And Frenchie and Wee John."

His heart beats out of his chest. "So. I'll help move Roach, and we could nap until the fuckery is set to start?"

"I think it'll be good for us. Better for my back than this, if I'm honest."

"Thank you for saying something," Roach murmurs. "He'd never admit his back is hurting otherwise."

"Hey," Izzy smiles. "How long have you been awake and listening?"

"Half awake. Dunno. My side hurts."

"That's because we're still on the bench. Beans instead, maybe?"

Roach yawns and nods against Izzy.

"You going to get up for that?"

"Sleeping," Roach mumbles.

"Really? Sounds like you're awake," Izzy chuckles.

He's practically fucking glowing. He's never looked at anyone like that aside from Ed.

It hits Ed that he never realised how special that was. How that was saved for only him, for the longest time.

He'd gotten so used to it, he'd forgotten that completely, and he's infuriated with himself for it.

Roach's eyes flutter open. "Mhm. You're right. But I'm only awake long enough to move over there, and then I'm sleeping until I have to get in costume."

The sacks of beans and flour aren't actually terrible on the back, and there's enough of them tossed in the corner of the galley to let both of them snuggle up with Izzy in the middle.

"You gonna kiss him or what?" Roach yawns as he cuddles into Izzy's right side.

Ed sits up enough to make eye contact with Izzy.

It's like a punch to the gut. There it is, again. That glowing look, for him this time.

"I can share," Roach smiles, eyes closed as he kisses Izzy's cheek. "He shares me with Frenchie now and again too."

He tries to be gentle, but he wants so badly to kiss Izzy as hard as possible, as if the force might somehow make up for the last few years.

"Sorry," Ed gasps as he breaks the kiss. "I should have waited-"

"Get yourself back down here so I can kiss you back."

He hasn't seen Izzy blush so red in years. It's really, really fucking cute.

"We're gonna be tired later," Roach murmurs as they settle in together, covering an utterly embarrassed, but by his giggles clearly happy, Izzy in kisses.

"I can handle a fuckery tired," Ed says. "Besides, I'm not the one who baked all through the night."

"Hm. They're so worth the effort. Wait till you try them," Roach sighs happily. "From the non-poisoned pan though. We woke Lucius up and made him label them."

"You can write though," Ed says. "I've watched you."

"Yeah, but it was funnier to make him do it. He said the mashed potatoes last week weren't mashed enough, so he deserved it."

"They were really good!" Ed scoffs. "I'm surprised at him for that."

"Shhhh," Izzy's hands gently drape over their eyes. "Nap time."

"Old man is tired," Roach teases.

"I know, he's laying on my other side."

Ed nudges Izzy's neck with his nose. "Fuck you."

"Later. I just said it was nap time."

He shares a moment of eye contact with Roach, both of them giggling.

There's really no arguing with that.

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Respect to all those who like the idea, though for me I doubt it's all just an illusion or dream. But SOME fucky shit is happening here for sure, people are right that Matt really put them in a situation they were unlikely to be able to get out of.

He historically likes to do an early encounter with the bbeg where the party get to realise how powerful they are, and then get away before going back to fight them at a later date.

But he normally has some kinda time limit on that, either through the bbeg not caring about killing the party and just getting out of there themselves (briarwoods, obann, potentially the nightmare king lol), or through the party being able to get away themselves (chroma conclave in emon, tombtakers - even though it was rough lmao).

But here Otohan very much wasn't interested in getting away, at least not until she got Imogen. And bells hells did not have a good chance of getting away, and Matt didn't provide them with one. Even if the skirmish crawler hadn't been destroyed it wouldn't have been fast enough with all of them on it to get away fast. And none of the hells have very convient fast transport abilities like a polymorph or teleport or anything.

So this definitely feels different - but at the same time maybe this was just a different kind of 'brush with the bbeg', that didn't have a time limit on it so much as a narrative beat that had to be hit before the encounter could end. (This makes sense with how this is all reminding people a bit of calamity - certain things had to happen but Matt and Brennan are skilled enough DM's that they don't have to railroad the players, they do it for themselves!).

Matt's historically always tried to makes character deaths hold significance and impact, even when they're temporary - to the point where he has his own mechanics for ressurrections in the game, while RAW dnd allows player deaths to be fairly universally reversible. So I don't think the resolution to this is going to be as simple as it being a dream or vision of some sort - these player character deaths will have consequences, even if it's just raising the DC on future resurrection checks and providing some real interesting narrative stuff. Orym especially - even if he comes back to life and is fine, it's going to be a big thing for his character to have died and potentially spent a moment there with Will and Derrig.

But also, thinking about the narrative beat this encounter had to hit, whatever Imogen's big mind powers (?) thing thats going on at the end of the episode there has gotta have SOME bearing on the state of the fight, I think, since that's what it was all leading to. If Matt simply wanted to make Laura say 'I'll go with you', he would've ended the encounter then instead of having Otohan go after Laudna. It seems he needed the party to be in seriously dire straits, and I don't think that was just so that Imogen's 'giving in' would make sense.

There's a lot more to Imogen than dreams and illusions. Before she was seeing Otohan in her dreams, she saw Bertrand and the Lumas Twins passing over into maybe the afterlife, after they died. I think whatever Matt's building to with this encounter needed some player characters to go down, and to die, so that he can do something further with Imogen's abilities.

Can't say why yet, I frankly have no clue whether Imogen's seeing dead people in her dreams is actually going to be what saves the PC's, or if there'll be something else that comes in to give the players a chance, but I'm trusting Matt and the narrative he's built on this.

It was a tough encounter, and I know it hurts, but my god it was so good you guys.

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phiixomath · 1 year

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04. rest

masterlist.

Lance is giddy when he exits the changing room. He rounds the corner as fast as he can and heads toward the stairwell up to the pool. The bright, blinding white sky comes into view when he lands the uppermost step and he grins.

His feet might feel like they're on fire for the few seconds it takes to reach the water, but it's more than worth it when he flies over the scorching cobblestones and cannonballs into the water. Pidge sits at the edge with their feet in the water and barely has time to turn around and react before they're fully splashed. They sputter and hunch their shoulders, bracing themselves with their eyes shut tight, while Hunk raises himself in his pool bed to wipe off the freezing water when it douses his face.

Lance slowly rises to the surface, loosening his muscles so he leads with the small of his back, then bounces upright when he bobs against the water. He cups his hands around his mouth and loudly whoops, shaking out his hair, and carding his hands through to untangle the curls when he’s done. He sighs contentedly as he takes an appreciative look around and snickers when he catches sight of Hunk giving him an unimpressed look. Lance pulls on a placating smile. He dives under and swims over to Hunk and plants a kiss on his now-wet cheek.

"Hey!" Pidge kicks at the water. Lance purses his lips when they barely make a splash, and their eyes harden in a glare, but he ignores them and tosses his head back. He shuts his eyes and spreads his arms, letting the sun properly warm his skin.

They've been staying on this planet for several days now, but the weather is just as invigorating as the first. After several weeks of nonstop travel in the castleship, attending missions in solely enclosed spaces, barely having time to relax, the team started to lament the lack of exposure to sunlight—the kind that was safe enough to bare their skin to. Finally, on the way to a particularly dangerous mission needing plenty of reconnaissance, they were alerted to a sort of vacation-planet. Lance and Pidge argued it wouldn’t hurt to stop by, especially as it fell on their charted path and, much to everyone’s delight, Allura and Shiro seemed to consider it. They ultimately got on board, agreeing the team needed a moment’s rest, and contacted the local leadership to make arrangements for a short stay.

While they expected an establishment built to comfort and rejuvenate, they didn’t expect to walk into what was, essentially, a lavish resort.

It was situated quite a ways from any nearby city and thus was huge, with sprawling walkways, a garden with a variety of wildlife, and an abundance of attractions. None of them had travelled away for a holiday in a long time, and it truly felt like one here, especially as they had free reign to explore, and made sure to. They checked out everything the resort had to offer, but each person quickly found their favourite feature, one they were drawn to in the evenings after they’d sufficiently worked and could take comfort without having to worry about falling behind on research for the upcoming mission.

These features included—and to no one’s surprise was Lance’s favourite—a pool. Several, actually, and it took an entire afternoon of Lance dragging whoever was free and willing to each and every type available. There was the standard kind, then the lazy river, a wave pool, one that was a mini waterfall somehow, and he and his companions—often Hunk, Keith, and Allura—spent plenty of time at each.

As it was their last day, everyone was distracted and eager to get away from work. Allura and Shiro also needed time to travel into the city and negotiate the terms of their alliance, and so everyone was dismissed after holding a brief morning check-in. Fortunately for Lance, who thought it was a shame to leave without having visited the last pool, that meant an entire day of lounging and enjoying the breathtaking view that came with the remaining rooftop infinity pool.

They arrive sometime before noon. The heat paired with the cool water is delicious, and Lance relishes in it, alternating between doing somersaults and testing how long he can hold his breath underwater without Blue. Pidge sits on the side, happy to drench him when he passes by, and Hunk relaxes on the large pool bed with a fizzy drink in his hand, making the others laugh by cracking jokes that become even funnier from the heat-induced euphoria. Pidge watches in amusement as Lance gleefully splashes around. He asks for stunts to perform and they oblige. Hunk crosses his hands under his head and smiles as Lance’s kicks and tricks ripple out and gently rock his pool bed. They play games, time his laps, cheer when he bests his previous record of staying underwater, and soak up the sun until it’s right on top of them and even Lance decides the heat’s too harsh.

The three of them retire to the pool chairs. Lance teases Pidge when they’re too short to reach the lever and expand the pool umbrellas. They stick their tongue out at him then quickly sprawl out over the only other pool chair, smirking at Hunk. Hunk lifts his sunglasses and his smile falls when Lance grins conspiratorially and frantically towels off, removes his shoes, and curls up beside Hunk before he can protest. He winds an arm across his chest and pulls himself closer. He ignores Hunk when he groans out of habit but truthfully finds himself extremely comfortable. Lance requests Pidge take a picture and they do, plenty of times, guaranteeing they’ve taken the most unflattering angles. Hunk snorts once he sees them but soon his eyelids grow heavy and, after checking to confirm the shades are obscuring them from direct heat, he lets them close. He falls asleep, head resting atop Lance’s.

“Hunk.” A shake of his shoulder. “Hunk, you gotta get up.” He wakes slowly, blinking off the last vestiges of sleep to a very bemused Keith.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “What… time is it?” He sits up and takes stock of his surroundings: the much darker sky, Lance fully glued to his side with one leg thrown over him, which is perplexing since that might have been the best, most restful nap of his life. Pidge is passed out with their glasses still on and their limbs hanging off the pool chair. “Holy shit.”

“It’s like, 4:00.”

Hunk raises his eyebrows, clearing his sleep-dry throat. “Where were you man? We didn’t see you the entire day.”

“I went to my room after breakfast. I guess I missed Lance’s text when I was taking a shower, but went downstairs a bit later thinking you guys would join me for lunch. You didn’t, but then Allura and Shiro called so Coran and I thought we should go look.” He rests his hands on his hips. “I just spent the past couple hours checking everywhere—why are there so many pools?”

“I’m sorry, dude. There’s like, twelve.” Hunk frowns. “Wait, why did Allura and Shiro call?”

“It’s gonna be an early start tomorrow so they thought we should pack and get to bed. I just finished packing and helping Coran take my stuff to the castleship, thought I should let you know in case we decide to leave.”

“I should probably get my stuff together, too.” Hunk coaxes himself out of Lance’s grip then looks down at him, still asleep.

“And Lance?”

Hunk takes a deep breath in consideration. “Let him sleep some more, he really tired himself out earlier.” He adds with a fond laugh, “I’ll take care of his stuff and I’ll meet you upstairs.” Keith nods. Hunk quickly tugs on his shoes and stands up. He pulls a shirt over his swim gear as he goes over to wake Pidge. They stir, but refuse to open their eyes or budge until he offers a piggyback ride.

Hunk gives them a look but caves right away. “Get on,” he says with a sigh and they instantly crack their eyes open and jump onto his back. They bury their head in his neck and close their eyes again and Hunk smiles. “See you, Keith.”

“See you.”

Keith lingers by Lance’s pool chair, unsure what to do. He eventually sits down on the pool chair beside him, observing the way the pleasant breeze ruffles his curls over his sun-kissed, newly-freckled skin. He knows it’s his heart speaking, but Lance looks positively ethereal under the oncoming twilight sky.

He leans against the back of the pool chair but freezes when Lance, lacking the Hunk he was cuddling earlier, latches onto him. Keith adjusts so Lance is less awkwardly holding him and more wrapping himself around Keith’s waist. He seems peaceful, taking steady deep breaths, but it becomes evident he’s cold when he violently shivers. Keith feels a bit guilty for not having noticed so he swifty pulls off his jacket. It's cheesy, but he drapes it over Lance anyway. He covers Lance fully so he can sleep without any problems, then makes sure not to jostle him in the process of carefully pulling his legs onto the chair so he can lie down, too.

Keith takes a deep breath and watches the sun as it begins to set. The resort lights slowly flicker on, shifting between shades of purple that accompany the darkening blue sky. The earlier, sweltering heat gives way to a gentle breeze and Keith leans away to see out from under the pool umbrella. When he does, he stills.

He knows they’re quite far from any cities, the reason why Allura and Shiro still aren’t back yet, but had forgotten what wonders that does for the evening sky; the distance from any significant light pollution means the planet’s moon and stars are easily visible, even several hours before dusk. Keith gets lost in tracing them, in the feeling of seeing dozens in sparkling clusters rather than being among and up close, traveling for days to find one as bright as the ones he can make out now. He leans away even more to see if he can find any more, when he feels Lance move.

He waits for Lance to get his bearings then speaks.

“Lance. Hi.” Keith cracks a small smile and Lance’s eyes widen.

“Keith?” The poor boy seems so disoriented, Keith can’t help finding it adorable, but he winces in sympathy when Lance almost scrambles off the narrow chair trying to get up.

“Woah, are you okay?”

“I—” Lance braces a hand on the back of the chair. “I’m fine. What’re you doing here? Where are Hunk and Pidge?”

“They went upstairs to pack. Allura and Shiro called to say we’re most likely leaving earlier than we thought.”

“Why? Did something happen?” Lance makes to remove Keith’s jacket then reddens when he realises what it is. “Oh my God,” he whispers under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Lance breathes and Keith raises an eyebrow. Lance avoids his gaze and quickly stands and starts gathering his things. “But why didn’t you guys wake me up?” Keith shrugs.

“Hunk said you were really tired.”

“Obviously, but—okay, what did Allura and Shiro say?”

“What do you mean? About why we’re leaving early?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know, they didn’t say.” Lance sighs.

He looks away forlornly and Keith follows his sight toward the rippling pool, the skyline that meets its edge like it’s the horizon.

“We can stay a bit longer,” he says without thinking. “It didn’t sound like an emergency, they probably just wanted to get ahead of the curve.” Lance chews on his lip, considering. “Do you wanna stay a bit longer?” Keith openly asks this time. His voice lowers without him realising and Lance looks back at him.

A smile slowly spreads across his face and he nods. Keith grins back and Lance rushes toward the pool, doing an enthusiastic flip. Keith jumps in after him and the cold shock of water is exhilarating. Lance swims to him, coming up so close their noses brush, and makes him gasp just as he’s about to regain his breath. He doesn’t draw away and instead reaches out to push away the stray hair plastered to Keith’s cheeks, stopping and searching Keith’s face with a mystified expression.

“Wanna race?”

“Yeah.” Keith manages. Lance smiles and they take off toward the edge of the pool.

They end up staying late enough to catch the sun set. The sky’s left so full of stars they forget about racing entirely, craning their necks up to watch them twinkle. It’s surreal; the pool isn’t lit, and so the starry sky reflects in Lance’s eyes as well as the surface of the water, like it’s one endless depth and Keith wishes he could hit pause and fall into it.

“I don’t want to leave.” Lance says, eyes transfixed on the sky. “You’re gonna have to be the one to break it to Shiro and Allura. Tell them I live here now, even if that means I’m all by myself.”

“You won’t be.” Lance looks back at him and, even if Keith said it without thinking, he finds that he agrees. Though he quickly adds, “They won’t trust you to be by yourself.”

"Excuse me?"

"They'll probably force me to stay with you."

"And?"

"I would." Keith smirks. "Just as long as we get separate rooms, you have no idea how much of a blanket hog you are."

"Jacket hog," Lance says, a smile pulling at his lips.

"Right." Keith rolls his eyes fondly.

"We have a deal, then." Lance extends his hand and Keith shakes it. Lance suddenly pulls him under and his laugh rings out when Keith resurfaces. He thinks he doesn't mind the water up his nose so long as he hears more of it.

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary day 5 #fluffbruary 2023 #klance #vld #voltron #fixxfics #keith kogane #lance mcclain #hunk garett #pidge gunderson #this one was a bit of a struggle but we did it!!! also it's the longest thing i've written so far so i'm extra partial haha #reblogs are always appreciated!

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grapecaseschoices · 1 year

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tell us more about kendis pls. 👀👀👀

i need to know more about ur ocs bcs they're so interesting. you always develop them so well. 👁️👁️

I don't even know what to say? qwere roflmao. What do you want to know, anon? (THOUGH, thanks so much for the compliment :-D)

I've been writing Kendis since 2019. At least a version of her. The first concept of Kendis, the og of most ogs was never written, but she was a free-wheelin', hot mess. This was back in 2018. I THINK. I ended up tweaking her and creating Kendis Crawford-Gagne. The proto-Kendis. She was a bit sweeter, a lot more femme, more of the drunk girl you meet in the bathroom. A touch less chaotic. But very much selfish, stubborn, into science, and willing to go all out for a loved one.

This Kendis' mom died when she was young, she was raised by her older (half) brother -- and somewhat by her dad who loved her but was still grieving.

That Kendis was 18. KCL - Kendis Crawford-Louel - came about because I wanted an older Kendis. This Kendis was more queer -- I felt more comfortable in exploring her as a demi-girl (not right away, but eventually. Had to go through the crisis of 'can I as a cis person do this?'). I changed a lot of her backstory too so I think that changed a lot of how they presented themselves. And I think also that KCG was human and KCL was not also really changed their outlook in life, and thus behavior.

This all sounds very boring and tl;dr. LMAO. I'm sorry anon, I don't have anything intriguing to share. Hrm, I guess I could say:

og KCL is the youngest of four -- there is their half-brother Ben and two sisters from Ben's dad, that they consider their own sisters. And I tend to carry Ben over in their canons if they don't have siblings as a cousin or someone who used to baby sit her. Kendis changes a lot of they don't have youngest child syndrome lmao.

Kendis is almost always a creature. The only acception is TWC Kendis, but they have the speshul blud~~. og KCL is a three-beast (a creature of my making). kotsam Kendis is a draka. Exile Kendis is a mythosi (wolf). twc au Kendis is a werewolf.

And sometimes they're a creechur with elemental powers bc I'm extra like that

Kendis is usually demi-romantic bisexual. KCG was demi-sexual, bi-romantic. Kendis will always be on the ace spectrum and bi.

KCG and KCL were sickly as kids. KCG lost her mom. KCL lost their first (and only) love. It was ... a mess. LMAO. Austyn Blanchard. I still keep Austyn in most Kendis' backstories. Austyn is replaced by Syfyn in the Exile.

Kendis loves fashion. Money. Independence. Their people. Nature. Animals. Kids. They love trying new activies and hobbies, I usually go with hiking and pottery for them. I'm not sure why on the pottery.

Kendis (most of them) abhors violence against living beings (which ofc is a thing I've explored with them, because terrible) but isn't against fucking up privite and public property.

I've written Kendis as a parent before and I love. Of course, they were a single parent. Kendis and romance is --- roflmao. (I don't usually do romance with my characters. But Kendis. lmao. Ahhh, Kendis.)

Kendis isn't touch averse (they've had sex) but Kendis is very big about being the one to initiate touch and having people check in with them always before touching them. Touch can make them feel clausterphobic at times -- or not exactly touch but people pressing into their boundaries/personal space. I once took a love language quiz and they scored 0% for touch. Even Andy didn't score that low. LMAO.

Kendis is probs one of my characters with the most sympathy, but they're also probs one of my most frustrated. And selfish. It leads to fun times.

This was actually fun, so thanks <3

#anon #grapecase answers #oc: kendis crawford louel #character analysis #twc: kendis crawford louel #exile: kendis lateth #long post #kendis x austyn

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🧸🪀🔔 for any character you fucking want. go wild my dearest <3

sorry for taking so long, tumblr deleted everything i wrote and i had to write it again :') also since you gave me the liberty to choose, i made two of these about riptide and one about bitb! heads up for spoilers, specially in the last one.

🧸hurt/comfort headcanon

since jay and gillion are so emotionally fucked up and traumatised, they have a reeeeally hard time figuring out their feelings and talking about them. talk through it is not something they understand. they are used to action and violence, not emotional support.

chip, on the other hand, had a better childhood (at least for as long as it lasted w the black rose pirates), he had people to talk to him when he was upset and who were there for him when he needed support. obviously he's still pretty fucked up bc of his own traumas, but i believe he's the one who's most likely to actually process his own feelings in a healthier way than the other two.

so, its slow and it doesnt always end well, but he tries his best to be patient and to show the others that they can be vulnerable around him. that he will listen to them, that they dont have to suppress it all, that they dont have to suck it up and deal with everything by themselves anymore. its not easy, but they're slowly opening up and healing.

🪀silly headcanon

not sure if silly or angsty, and i said this b4 i think, but i believe timothy rand knows how to bake. his only reason for learning that is because he wants to make edibles (or thats what he tells himself). so he'd often hang out in the kitchen with his mom to watch or maybe even help her cook when his dad wasnt around. but deep down thats a way for him to bond with his mom, because he doesnt know how else to approach her.

so, the silly part is that although rolan is the canon malewife and does all the cooking, he lets rand help him sometimes. rand, ofc, tries to sprinkle some weed in their food when rolan isnt looking, and even tries to create his own recipes with kians help (well, help is a strong word), which may or not go terribly wrong and end up w rolan scolding them and making them clean the entire kitchen.

🔔unpopular opinion

idk about unpopular, but i believe there's a chance niklaus isnt a villain. i know i was brainstorming with bee earlier (which btw she has some pretty fucking cool ideas, everyone should check it out), but hear me out.

ik niklaus has everything to be the bad guy: he knows everything, he's too powerful, keeps making shady deals, and his name is followed by dread. hell, he fits perfectly in the stereotype of 'villain wants powerful thing that he cant get it by himself, so he manipulates everyone to get it for him'.

BUT we know too little. theres some information there that we dont know yet, that we're missing. he could very much make a deal with the other bad and powerful guys (aka the navy or the elders or god knows who else is out there) but he's sticking to the people who are against those guys. idk, something about the deals he makes sound kinda desperate for me. obvsly he's too composed to show that when he talks, but i sense there's something that makes him worried, anxious, so he's always ready to intervene if the situation goes out of hand. and the whole thing with arlin? sus af imo.

maybe he is the bad guy. or maybe he has the knowledge of some greater thing thats still beyond our (and the crew) comprehension. so he can sense what things are leading up to and is pulling some strings to shift their destiny to do or avoid something specific. but we'll have to wait and see

#lua answers #aurora my beloved

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