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queen-of-bel · 4 years

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i think someone already asked for paz and kaz?? if not then them, in case someone asked for them, kandori and maki for the hc meme!

MY TWO FAVE DUOS EVER. i’ll do them all bc i could fill out a hundred prompts about them

Persona 1, Persona 2EP, general Metal Gear spoilers incoming

Putting under a read more because it is loooong (sorry in advance)

Kandori

realistic: Oh, Kandori was absolutely the one who alerted Nanjo to his existence in p2ep. I’ve written multiple posts on Kandori’s motivations, but bottom line, Kandori wanted to work against Nyarlathotep’s plans as much as he believed his fate would allow him to. Kandori had infinite strength and should have been the impenetrable stronghold that kept Tatsuzou safe. He is the only boss in the entire game to not have a low health stance, and he resists everything. He’s able to catch Tatsuya’s sword with one hand, as Tatsuya says:

“Kandori tilts his face out of the way, and when my blade grazes his ear, he grabs it with his left hand. All I have to do is pull back, and it’ll cost him his fingers. He gives me a broad, natural smile. However, even when I yank it with all my strength, my sword doesn’t move a centimeter. It’s like it’s caught in a vise.”

Kandori’s revival should not have been found out by anyone (especially since everyone watched him die the first time). But somehow, the word leaked back to Nanjo. It’s not impossible to think that it was Togashi who leaked the information, but there’s a line of Kandori’s that really makes me think Kandori himself was the source.

Once Maya et. al + Tatsuya arrive on the Nichinmaru, Kandori says that “all the players are in place”, implying that he’s the one who brought them all together like this. This was a very meticulously crafted plan, and it only could’ve worked if Nanjo heard of Kandori’s revival, which leads me to believe that it was Kandori, not Togashi, who spread the rumors of his own revival.

while it may not be realistic, it is hilarious: Due to the high levels of contempt he feels for Tatsuzou, I’d love to think that Kandori just fucks with Tatsuzou constantly. He’ll move all the furniture in Tatsuzou’s office just a few inches to the left, or he’ll swap the position of some of the books on his shelf. It’s infuriating to Tatsuzou bc Kandori’s antics are just enough that he knows something is off, but he can never pinpoint exactly what it is. Kandori, meanwhile, insists that nothing is wrong, and convinces Tatsuzou that it’s just his old age getting to him.

heart-crushing and awful: I bet Kandori kept tabs on the P1 crew during his time under Tatsuzou. While he’s said to have an obsession with Tatsuya, there’s no reason to believe that the care he showed for Maki in P1 went away, and he’s grateful to the P1 cast for saving her. I like to think that Kandori found out that Reiji’s going to have a child, and stashed away a large amount of money (bonus points if he embezzled from Tatsuzou) to send to him, especially since Reiji’s girlfriend’s house collapsed. Kandori doesn’t sign his name on it or anything, so the money arrives to Reiji in an unmarked envelope, with only Reiji’s name written on it.

Reiji first thinks that it might have been Nanjo who sent the money (because that envelope is packed, and Nanjo is the only person he knows rich enough to send that much). Nanjo denies this, and after a while, the two of them come to the conclusion that the only other possible person could have been Kandori. Reiji thankfully accepts the money, and this whole incident reinforces in his mind that “Takashi” was the right name to choose for his son.

unrealistic: In order to cope with the boredom and emptiness he felt as SEBEC’s Mikage-Cho branch president, Kandori set up a secret room in SEBEC filled with video game consoles. During the height of his depression, Kandori would just be so engrossed in his games that he would forget he has actual meetings to go to. Cue Takeda apologizing profusely to clients, saying that Kandori’s running a bit late, and Takeda has to practically drag Kandori by the collar out of the little gamer den that he’s created for himself.

Maki

realistic: After her training under Eriko, she realizes that she misses painting and wants to pick it up again. She eventually incorporates that into her profession, becoming an art therapist.

while it may not be realistic, it is hilarious: Maki really wants to be good at baking, but she’s terrible at it. You know, like this:

She knows that she’s created a monstrosity but at least it’s still edible, right? So she brings these to P1 cast reunions. Nanjo is just appalled, and has to excuse himself because he knows he’s just going to be too blunt (prompting Mark to call him a “dickweed” again). Yuka, having no filter, just straight up says how horrible they look, but then she offers to teach Maki how to bake, since she’s pretty damn good at it herself.

heart-crushing and awful: Maki definitely regrets not accompanying Maya to the Nichinmaru. She doesn’t blame Nanjo/Eriko for not being able to save Kandori, but ever since she heard that Kandori was alive again, she’s wanted nothing more than to talk to him again.

She thinks that if she were there at the undersea ruins, maybe she could have convinced him to come along with her. This regret is just going to add to the massive amounts of guilt she feels over the Mikage-Cho incident.

unrealistic: It took ideal Maki a while to perfect her “cringe” negotiation. When she first tried it, she would burst out laughing too much, absolutely ruining it, and angering a lot of demons along the way.

Paz

realistic: Kaz has constantly asked her to come feed treats to Nuke with him. She’s always agreed, because that’s the role she’s supposed to play, but she really hates it at first. Eventually, as she comes to like Kaz more, it becomes the highlight of her day, and she begins to really look forward to it. She finds herself prolonging Nuke’s feeding sessions, just so she can spend more time with Nuke and Kaz.

while it may not be realistic, it is hilarious: So you know how Paz couldn’t stand Kaz at first? She wasn’t exactly subtle about it, so everyone at MSF knew that Paz thought Kaz was an enormous idiot. Cecile was so happy to find someone else who felt that way about Kaz (and she’s always wanted a reason to get closer to Paz), so she goes to Paz to air her grievances about what a pest Monsieur Miller is being. Paz, meanwhile, does not give a single shit. She still thinks Cecile is just a ditz, and now she’s irritated that she has to deal with both Kaz and Cecile’s annoying antics.

heart-crushing and awful: I’ve thought about this for a long time. I really have. But there is nothing, absolutely nothing that can be any more awful than what we got in canon. I have a lot of characters that fall under the “deserved better” category, but Paz takes the top of that list.

Paz is a unique character in Metal Gear in that she was not supposed to have anything to do with war. Other characters’ lives in the series were intertwined with war, whether by choice or by fate. Even characters like Chico or Sunny were born into it, given their parents and upbringing.

It’s never clear how Zero was able to come in contact with Paz, but I think it was intentional to never specify it. It’s not important to know how Zero found Paz, because fundamentally, Paz is not an important person. She’s nobody special. She was literally just some random orphan living in the US, and Zero went out of his way to drag her into his plans.

To me, Paz’s character parallels the child soldiers in Zanzibar Land. They’re both representative of how ruthless Zero and Big Boss were in their quests to fulfill their interpretations of the Boss’ will. Zero and Big Boss were both willing to employ any tactic possible to reach this end goal, and they didn’t care about the pain and destruction they left in their path.

But I digress...

That being said, I think Paz felt sick when she saw MSF soldiers playing with the mini remote-controlled ZEKE that Huey had built. For her, it was just a reminder of the duty that she had to carry out. She wasn’t allowed to be happy at MSF, and she eventually would have to fight to the death with Snake.

unrealistic: Writing Love Deterrence with Kaz and Zadornov made her want to learn how to play the guitar. In my totally self-indulgent “Zero and Skull Face both get brain aneurysms and drop dead 4 days before Peace Day” AU, Paz approaches Kaz and asks him to give her guitar lessons.

Kaz

realistic: The morning after the monthly birthday party at MSF (you know, where Kaz invited everyone to see the real Kazuhira Miller?), he’s embarrassed as hell. He been so protective of Paz the entire night, and it turned out he was the crudest person at the party. He goes to apologize to Paz, and can barely look her in the eyes as he’s doing so. Paz, meanwhile, can’t stop laughing. Her opinion of Kaz had been softening ever since he visited her when she was sick, but interacting with him during the party had really made her like him. Kaz still feels a bit of shame, but upon seeing Paz genuinely laugh for the first time, he can’t help but feel so publicly embarrassing himself was all worth it.

while it may not be realistic, it is hilarious: MORE 90S FOXHOUND PETTINESS

The first year that both Big Boss and Kaz are at FOXHOUND, Kaz bakes a cake for BB’s birthday. As BB accepts the cake, he wonders if Kaz has forgiven him, but then he looks down at it and sees

And these are the cheapest, shittiest cigarettes that Kaz could make, because you know his petty ass rolled them himself. BB picks up a cigarette and it’s so sloppily rolled that it immediately falls apart and the tobacco spills all over the cake and the floor and BB looks up to Kaz and Kaz is just smiling back like

heart-crushing and awful: Ohoho, I have many thoughts as to Master Miller’s life post-Zanzibar Land and his final moments. Now that Big Boss is finally dead, Kaz’s life loses all meaning. Skull Face, Huey, Big Boss, they’re all dead, and suddenly, the decades of anger he carried with him has nowhere to channel itself to. I think he becomes an empty shell of a man, just sort of running on autopilot.

So when Ocelot breaks into Kaz’s house to kill him, you absolutely know that Ocelot wasn’t discrete about it. There’s no way that Ocelot’s overdramatic cowboy ass didn’t gloat about it, to show that he was able to get the upper hand in the end.

Kaz just doesn’t care.

Kaz’s life is plagued with regrets. While none of it was intentional, his impulsivity and short-sightedness has really screwed over a lot of people and absolutely destroyed so many people’s lives. I think when Ocelot came to kill Kaz (and I’m going to toss in a bit of torture, just because Ocelot’s petty ass remembers Kaz complaining about Ocelot’s getting “too many kicks from his ‘art of interrogation’”), Kaz just resigned and doesn’t even attempt to fight back. He knows that this is a sad and undignified way to die, but he believes that this is karma and he deserves it.

unrealistic: Okay I’ve talked about this a little, but I want to add to it.

Kaz absolutely kept a Burn Book like in Mean Girls.

After MGSV, Big Boss and Ocelot make their way in the book as well. Underneath Ocelot’s picture, Kaz writes “Too gay to function. Also, cowboys are stupid.” BB has got 5 whole pages dedicated to him, but the line that Kaz is most proud of is “Didn't shower for a month... during SUMMER, and to this day still hasn't washed his hair.”

Thank you for asking!

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#OH LORD THIS IS SO LONG I'M SORRY #mg #p1 #p2 #takahisa kandori #maki sonomura #paz ortega andrade #kazuhira miller #also now i want to rewatch mean girls #i saw the shower quote in the burn book and immediately thought of bb #also how can you not hear the 'too gay to function' line and NOT think of ocelot #90s foxhound x mean girls crossover #is it a surprise that these two are my fave duos ever?#the parallels between them #heartbreaking #thinking of zero as nyarlathotep #very juicy food for thought #answered

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Brain pain (Biadore)

Someone said they wanted hurt Bianca with caretaker Adore so I wrote a blurb as I try to deal with my own migraine. Hope you enjoy! Nameless Hero (watch Cherry Pop if you haven’t yet)

Roy woke up to someone making entirely too much noise in the kitchen, at first he thought it might be an intruder but he didn’t think that an intruder would be making the coffee he was smelling.

Then he remembered that Danny was coming to stay with him while they both had a few days off and that they arrived in the middle of the night last night after he was already in bed. He was trying to stay awake last night to greet them but he just couldn’t fight the fatigue he’d been feeling any longer.

He rolled over, groaned and held his hands up to his temples, his vision doubling as his eyes squinted shut,even with his eyes shut he felt like the feeble light streaming around the closed curtains was as bright as if a lighthouse was shining into the window. His stomach lurched so he lay back on his back with an arm over his eyes, he let out another groan which didn’t help matters as it sounded so loud.

“Hey B!! I brought you some coffee the way you like it and I already took Sammy and Dede out for a walk.” Danny announced in their too loud voice, Roy peeked out and saw Danny beaming with pride at their early morning productiveness. Even the brightness of Danny’s teeth was hurting his eyes so he rolled onto his side and covered his head with his pillow.

Danny couldn’t know he was having a migraine, Danny had panicked last time Roy had been sick, they literally had a panic attack which meant he had to go through counting for Danny’s breathing exercises in between bouts of throwing up.

Danny set the mug down on the table with a clang that made Roy jump. They headed towards the curtains, babbling about their trip and the flight delays.

“Danny, stop! Don’t open the curtains yet! God why are you so chipper this early if your flight was delayed 3 hours? Don’t you ever sleep?” Roy grumbled as he reluctantly rolled onto his back and poked his head out of the covers to see Danny looking down at him, hand on their cocked hip, grinning like an idiot. They dove at the bed and it took everything in Roy not to wince or groan at the pain that echoed through his body with the reverberation of the mattress.

“It’s like 11 o'clock B! Uh oh! Someone is hungover!” Danny teased in a sing song voice. “No wonder you weren’t up last night when I got here!” They peeled back the blankets and snuggled up next to Roy, linking arms with him.

The mixture of the smell of Danny’s cologne and the coffee was almost too much for Roy’s stomach. He sat up a bit against his pillows and Danny reached over him to hand him a large steaming mug of coffee.

Roy focused all of the little strength he had on not letting his hands shake as he cradled the mug in both hands and held it up against his chest. He took a sip and made a mmmmm noise for Danny’s benefit. Danny stopped scrutinising him so closely and reached lazily for their own mug of coffee from the bedside table beside them.

Roy and Danny just sat there in a companionable silence. Danny thought Roy looked a little grey and wondered what would possess Roy to drink enough alcohol to actually have a hangover. Being a drag queen usually meant having a high tolerance for alcohol. “Y’ok B?”

“Mmmmhmmm.” Roy sighed and uncovered his legs and set his coffee down.

“Where are you going?” Danny whined, “I was just getting warmed up!”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, I gotta piss.” Roy grumbled as he stood up, he pitched forward into the wall as Danny let out a bark of laughter. The only thing that kept him upright was the curtains he grabbed onto, he steadied himself as much as he could and let them go.

“Gawd girl, what did you do last night?! How much did you drink?” Danny giggled as Roy made his way out the door, hunched over like the old man he was.

Danny was still chuckling to themselves and sipping their coffee while they planned what they would do today. Maybe they would go out for lunch and then do some shopping in the fashion district! Danny loved finding cool little treasures and hearing B haggle with the vendors for a lower price. As hard and as many times as Danny tried to barter, they were no good at it.

B was taking a long time to get back and Danny was getting bored and was just about to go check on him when B shuffled around the corner. On second thought, looking at how rough B was looking, maybe they’d save those plans for another day and just stay in with a movie.

“Welcome back!” Danny announced just as B stumbled, Danny was up and out of bed in the next millisecond, knowing something was wrong in the pit of their stomach, but they weren’t close enough to catch B before he fell. Danny seemed to see it happen in slow motion as B made no attempt to put his hands out to shield his head as he came down hard on his face. He hadn’t tripped, Roy had just fainted.

Danny’s heart fell like it was gonna fall out their ass as they skidded to a stop and dropped to their knees, putting a hand on B’s back. “Woah! Woah! B! Roy! Are you ok? B!” They gently shook B’s shoulder, “ROY!!!”

Danny could feel themselves hyperventilating as they tried to control their breathing. What if he was dead! What if he had a heart attack? “Oh my God B!” Danny sobbed. Their best friend was dead on the floor in front of them and they never got to say all the things they wanted to say, never got to tell him how they felt!

B letting out a groan was the sweetest sound to Danny’s panicked ears. “B don’t try to move!!! I’m going to call an ambulance.” They tried to get up but B’s hand snaked out from under him to grab ahold of whatever piece of Danny was closest, which happened to be VERY close to a spot Danny wanted B to touch, but not like this. Danny jumped back and put their hand out for B to grab that instead.

“It’s ok, you’re going to be ok B! I’m gonna get you help! Let me get my phone!” Danny hated how high their voice went when they were stressed, they felt B’s hand tighten painfully on theirs.

“No…Danny…don’t.” B moaned weakly. “Just help me up please.”

Against their better judgement, Danny helped B roll over, letting out a little gasp in horror at the blood covering Roy’s face and dribbling down his chin. “Oh B! Your face! Let me get some towels or something!”

Roy heard Danny scamper away, their breathing panicked as they muttered to themselves. He grunted in pain but managed to prop himself up against the wall. He couldn’t open his eyes, it was too bright and he was too dizzy. He felt around his face and his fingers were soon sticky with his blood, his nose and lip was swelling and he had a split lip. He heard Danny clambering noisily back into the room, the thump of their knees hitting the ground in front of Roy made him jump and wince.

“FUCK!”

“Shhh! Too loud Danny!”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Sorry!” Danny whispered.

B felt something cold and wet on his face and recoiled, banging his head on the wall.

“Fuck B! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Danny apologized profusely as they wrapped a hand around his neck so they could dab at Roy’s bleeding face without him hitting his head again. “God your face is a fucking mess.”

“Gee thanks!” Roy could feel his nose and split lip swelling as Danny tried to gently wipe at his face. He knew Danny was trying to be as gentle as they could but it still felt like a sandblaster to the face.

“Danny help me to the bed, then you’ll find a box with something that looks like an EpiPen in the top drawer of my dresser under the socks, bring that to me ok?” Roy said slowly and calmly, hoping his voice could cut through the panic he could almost hear going through Danny’s head.

“Ok, ok! Ok we got this! We can do this!” Danny muttered to themselves.

“Ok, I can’t open my eyes so you’re going to have to guide me to the bed. We can do this, take some deep breaths Danny.”

“B, does this happen to you a lot because it sounds like this happens to you a lot?” Danny fretted as they placed B’s arms behind their neck so they could wrap their arms around him, “hold on.”

Roy didn’t know just how strong Danny was as they lifted him from the floor before he could even get his feet under him. It was odd that with all the pain signals his brain was setting off that it still felt good to have Danny’s strong arms around him for more than a momentary hug.

They stood there for a minute, faces an inch from each other before Danny guided him over to the bed and sat him down. Roy couldn’t help the groan of pain that escaped him as Danny helped him sit back against his pillows and covered him up. Roy missed Danny’s warmth as they left him, he presumed to go get his kit.

Danny scrambled back to him, trying not to jostle the bed, their heart felt like it was going a thousand miles a minute. They were slightly relieved that Roy had his eyes shut tight so he couldn’t see how badly their hands were shaking as they thrust the injector kit into his hand. “Here B! What can I do? How can I help? What do you need me to do?” Danny rambled, they knew that the speed with which they were talking was not likely to help their friend’s head but they couldn’t help it! They talked fast when they got stressed.

“I need you to get it out and jab it in my leg.”

Danny’s stomach was suddenly in twice as many knots as it had been 10 seconds ago. They hated needles, they still cried like a little baby anytime they were sick and had to get one, they had to be gassed before any surgery because they couldn’t stand the anxiety leading up to and the feeling of the needle slicing through their skin. “No! No I can’t do that B! I don’t know how! Can’t we take you to the hospital?”

Roy felt the weight of his whole body sag with the pain that was stabbing through his temples. He grabbed towards Danny, managing to wrap his fingers around their slender wrist. He knows if he tried to open his eyes at this moment, he would end up throwing up everywhere. His voice was weak and raspy and far too loud as it echoed around his throbbing head. “Dan, I need you to do this for me ok? I REALLY need your help. I know you don’t like needles, you won’t be able to see it” He cooed, trying to be patient with Danny, even around the frayed edges of his nerves.

Danny inhaled and let out a shaky breath.

“Let me see if I can do it,” Roy said, not wanting to put Danny through anything that would upset them. He felt around for the box and tore the box open and pulled one of the two injector pens out. He was trying to feel the ends of the pen to figure out which end was which but his hands were shaking so hard that he kept dropping it.

Danny put their hands on top of his to quiet them, pulling out the pen from his hands, taking a deep breath and saying seriously, “tell me what I need to do.”

“Pull the big blue cap off, don’t twist it. You won’t be able to see the needle I promise!” B reassured them, he pushed down the blankets Danny had covered him in and uncovered his thigh. Ripping an alcohol pad open with his teeth and rubbing it along his leg before pinching the muscle. “Then we’re going to put it against my leg and press down on the big blue button on the top until we hear two clicks.”

Danny made a panicked noise between a whimper and a whine. Roy winced, not because of the noise but for the pain he was inflicting on them.

He wiped a trembling hand across his sweaty forehead, he gritted his teeth. “Hurry Danny, my head is going to explode!”

“Ok, ok, ok! Fuck!” Danny sobbed, taking in tight little gasps of air. “You ready?”

“Yes! YES! DO IT!”

Danny took in a shaky breath through uncooperative lungs that felt like they were getting smaller and smaller with every inhale. They winced and jabbed the pen against B’s leg and only startled slightly when it let out a loud click, they waited for the second click but was then too afraid to move it.

Roy put his cold, clammy hand over Danny’s and pulled the pen straight up and threw it into the corner of the room.

“Be right back!” Danny announced and scampered out of the room while Roy folded in on himself with his arms crossed and waited for the medication to take effect. Danny’s bare feet slapped on the floor painfully loud as they entered again.

“I have some frozen peas here for your face. Lemme help you lay back.” Danny’s gentle hands were on Roy’s back, rubbing circles on his shoulders with his thumbs as they sat behind him and gently pulled him until he was laying back on the pillows Danny had placed in their lap. “It’s gonna be cold.”

“S’ok.” Roy mumbled, feeling the drug start to take effect. The weight of the cold towel-wrapped peas on his hot, swollen face was soothing, as were Danny’s fingers as they danced across his temples and through his hair. He let out a sigh, “Dan, I’m gonna probably be bad company for the next two or three hours. You might want to get out from under me before I pass out…again.”

“I’m good here where I can keep an eye on you,” they said in a small, small voice. Danny’s heart was still thundering in their chest and they worried that the pounding of it would make B’s head hurt worse. The part of his face not covered by the frozen peas was still pale grey and sweaty. It was unnerving to them to see their infallible, tough friend be so weak and vulnerable. Danny wondered how often Roy had to deal with these and if he was always by himself when it happened. That would be so scary.

Roy’s breathing started to even out but before he tripped over the edge into the sweet release of sleep, he thought he heard Danny sniffle and mumble to himself, “idiot! Why haven’t you told him how you damn well feel? You thought he was dead for a hot minute there. Because jabbing a piece of cold, sharp fucking metal into his leg is easier than saying you love him? Danny you make no fucking sense!” They chastised themselves. Danny’s fingers kept nervously playing along Roy’s hair and temples.

Roy managed to pull himself from the precipice of sleep long enough to ask, “hey Danny?”

Danny jolted, which made Roy wince involuntarily, “shit sorry! yeah? What do you need B?” They hoped B hadn’t heard their nervous ramble, he had seemed to be asleep.

“You were so brave and I just wanted to say…” Roy started, his brain going foggy for a moment.

“Yeah B?” Danny said but it was little more like a sigh.

Roy grinned slightly around his fat lip for a moment, “thanks for sticking it in me. Not exactly the way that I had in mind,” he let out a little chuff of laughter and fully relaxed into sleep.

Danny grinned and let out a chuckle, they wished that they could continue their conversation but who knows if B would even remember what he may or may not have heard in his drug addled state. Maybe he would be brave and tell him when he woke up.

Danny still felt close to tears. That was one of the most scary experiences they had ever had, B’s fainting spell, his mangled face, him not moving and Danny worrying he was dead, having to give him a fucking needle.

They indulged in a few tears, B was definitely asleep by now, his mouth open and his shoulders melted into the pillows but Danny still kept running their long fingers through his hair. They wiped gently at the tears that had leaked out of the sides of Roy’s eyelids and caressed his face, a face they longed to kiss.

And then Danny watched and waited and worried if B was going to be ok while they absentmindedly played with his hair.

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