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allywthsr · 5 months

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THE CRASH | (l.norris)

summary: Lando and you fight right before the Las Vegas gp, turns out your nerves couldn’t take it after he crashes

wordcount: 2.4k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: angst, the crash

notes: I loved this idea when I saw it in my inbox and could not not write it. Here it is, what do we think about this??? I hope you like it 🫶🏼 btw, please come talk to me in my inbox, I’m bored🥲

”I can’t believe you right now!“, Lando and you had been fighting all evening over some silly thing. What started as a small joke, turned into a big argument and you didn’t know how or what happened. All you remember was, that Lando had been tense all weekend and was sensitive to certain things, but you didn’t think he was going to explode, so he got all mean and pushy with you because he was truly agitated.

”Y/N, maybe you shouldn’t have begun to talk about this, I need to concentrate on my racing.“

The screaming you both were doing could probably be heard in the motorhome next to you, but you didn’t care. Lando was clearly wrong and he needed to get your point.

”You started this fight, so stop being a child! Just get where I‘m coming from, you‘ve been in a mood all weekend and you let it out on me, you‘ve only looked for a fight so you could let your anger out.“

”That’s not true! You put words in my mouth and twisted them, as always.“

You two rarely fought, but if you did, there was screaming involved.

”If you hadn’t put me on your jpg account from when you took pictures of me while laying in our bed, we wouldn’t be in this position. I clearly told you that I don’t want this, and you went and did it anyway.“

”It’s just a picture!“

”You read the comments, they hate the way I look, and especially in that picture. You promised me it was for your use only, and you betrayed that.“

”You’re making a bigger deal than it is, calm the fuck down.“

”I won’t! I want you to see my point here.“

”You’re not seeing mine either. It’s a stupid picture, you weren’t naked, you weren’t making a stupid face, you were just looking at the camera, without any makeup but you were beautiful, grow the fuck up and get over these comments.“

”Lando I think I’m going to leave, you enjoy your race, I’ll be watching from the garage but we need space from each other right now, or we say things we don’t mean.“

”You can’t just run away from this conversation, you always do that.“

”I can watch me“, and with that, you walked out the door of his driver's room and slammed it on your way out. Several McLaren employees looked at you with big eyes, but you couldn’t take it right now, you needed five minutes in peace, so you could calm down, and think about the fight again.

Just thirty minutes later, you sat in the garage and waited for Lando to get in his car, normally you two would come in together and he would be cuddly with you, kissing and hugging you until it was time to get in his beloved car, but today was different. You came in alone, way before Lando even had to be in the garage to finally get in the car, he was in a mood when Jose tried to talk to him about data, and when he finally walked into the garage to drive to the grid, he stormed right past you, not even looking at you. By then everyone knew something was up, he never hoped in the car without giving you a kiss. Jon gave you a questioning look, but you shrugged your shoulders and mouthed a ’later‘ to him.

You watched on the TV how he got the last definitely needed laps in and then got pushed by his crew to his starting position. This was also a thing that bothered him, P15 wasn’t something he was used to nowadays.

After the anthem, Adam joined you.

”What’s up with him? He‘s been off all weekend.“

”I know, we had a fight right before he had to go and you know how we fight. It happened over this silly thing and now he‘s pissed at me, I couldn’t even say good luck to him.“

You looked at Adam, he knew his son longer than you did, maybe he had an idea how you could solve things.

”Lando’s always been a stubborn kid, give him time and talk to him after the race, I‘m sure he‘s cooled down by then.“

”Maybe you’re right.“

With that you looked at the screen and saw Lando jumping in his car, going through the last things that he wrote down as his notes.

The engines roared and Adam and you put on the headsets, so you could hear what was said over the radio. Lando was driving around the track for the formation lap and stopped when he reached his position. You prayed that the start would be nice to your boy and he would get through without any crashes or touches. Even if you fought, you still wanted him to be careful and not crash.

The start went without any troubles for Lando, and this was the first time that you released a breath. After the start, Jon came over to you, to talk about Lando’s attitude.

”What’s wrong with you two? I’ve never seen you like this before.“

”We don’t fight often, maybe once every two months or something, and normally it happens when we’re home, but today it escalated when we arrived at the track. He posted this picture of me on his jpg account and I overreacted, he promised me that he wouldn’t post it and he still did. So I was a little angry with him when I asked him to delete it, he freaked out.“

”I‘m sure you can solve this after the race, don’t think about it too hard.“

He gave you a quick hug and you kept watching. Now it was lap three and Lando was fighting for every position. Every race was nerve-wracking for you, sure he was a good driver and the car was safe, but still, every time he sat in his car, your heart rate went up a bit, and you were scared that he would crash. With Adam and Jon next to you, you sat on the foldable chair and had your gaze on the many TVs in front of you, when he crossed the line and lap four began.

Adam mumbled something under his breath and you looked at him when you heard everyone around you inhaling their breath. Quickly you looked back at the TV and hoped someone other than Lando had crashed, but when you heard Jose with panic in his voice, asking if he was okay, you knew it was him. You grabbed Adams's arm, to hold onto something while trying to hold back your tears. Fear was written all over your face, and it only got worse when Jose asked a second time if he was fine and Lando pressed the talk button with his shaky hands. The heavy breaths made your heart sink in your stomach, and with the way he pressed the ’all good‘ out, he truly wasn’t all good. What haunted you most were his painful moans afterwards.

This was the worst scenario that could’ve happened, and the fact that it happened in his birthday week and after you two fought, made things only worse. He clearly wasn’t in the right mindset to race, and it was all your fault because you got irritated by the picture and the comments.

”I want to see him!“

”Y/N, calm down, he will probably be taken to the medical center and you know we can’t enter. He‘s fine, you know what he‘s like, he‘s tough.“

You looked back at the screen and saw how he was still sitting in his car, that wasn’t a good sign. Maybe he was too hurt to get out, you couldn’t just leave him alone in the medical center. With careful movements, he finally pushed himself out of his car, but he was slower than usual, he had to be in pain.

”I‘ll run to the medical center, I’m his performance coach, no one knows his body better than I do. At least in the medical areas, I can update you.“

You nodded continuously and pushed Jon slightly towards the exit of the garage. Now you were crying, it was all your fault, you turned away from any cameras and the big opening of the garage, so no one could picture you ugly sobbing. This was a way of crying that wasn’t pretty and not meant for anyone except you, and maybe Lando to see. Quickly Adam pulled you in tight for a hug, he was shaking himself, and you both needed comfort right now. His phone started ringing and you hoped it was Jon, but it was Cisca, she wanted to know if you knew anything about Lando’s health, but you didn’t and it freaked you out.

His arms could be broken and you wouldn’t know, if you wouldn’t see him soon, you would go crazy. After long fifteen minutes of walking up and down through the garage, finally, an incoming call from Jon lit up your phone.

”Jon, how is he?“

”He‘s okay, a bit shaken up and his whole body hurts a little from the impact, but he‘ll be fine. They want to take him to an actual hospital to scan him, to rule out any internal injuries.“

”I want to come!“

”Y/N, you can’t. It’s better if you wait for him in the hospitality, he needs rest.“

”No, Jon, I need to see him“, the tears were streaming down your face again, at the thought that you can’t be by his side right now.

”We’re already in an ambulance and on our way to the next hospital, we can’t fetch you.“

”I‘ll get a car.“

”You won’t see him, even if you come, he‘ll be in the scan and we can’t join him there. I‘m with him, he‘s not alone, I‘ll send you a picture.“

”Let me talk to him.“

”His arms are trapped under a blanket, and he got some medication to hide the pain a little, he‘s drugged up and talking nonsense. He wouldn’t get what you’re saying anyway.“

”Is that even safe?“

”Yes“, he chuckled, ”He‘s alright, don’t worry. The scan is just a precaution thing, we should be out in at least two hours.“

With a heavy breath, you accepted that you couldn’t see him in person right now.

”But please send me a picture of him, and tell him I love him.“

”Will do, and you’re going to calm down, he’s fine.“

”I‘ll try, thank you, Jon.“

You turned to Adam and quickly talked him through what Jon told you, before calling Cisca and telling her the same.

Two hours later…

You just received a text from Jon, telling you they are in a car right now, that‘ll take them to the track. Impatiently you sat in the hospitality and waited for Lando to walk through the door, and when you saw him opening the glass door, you were crying again. The way the jacket was way too big for him, and his overall was hanging on his hips, made your heart clench, your poor boy. You ran towards him and hugged him tightly, while still being careful that you weren’t hurting him. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to his driver's room, where you were hugging once again.

You pulled out of the hug and put your hands on his cheeks.

”I am so so sorry that I overreacted with the picture, just because of me, you weren’t focused and lost the car to that bump. I will never fight with you ever again.“

Lando used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the salty tears, that escaped your eye.

”It’s not your fault, fight or not, the bump would’ve been there and I would’ve lost control. I‘m okay, yeah? You don’t need to worry anymore, and you definitely need to stop crying, because there is nothing to cry about.“

”Do you forgive me?“

”Of course, it’s all forgotten, I shouldn’t have posted the picture, and I‘m truly sorry. I‘ll delete it once I have my phone.“

”No don’t do that“, you put your head against his chest and breathed in his scent, Lando was closing his arms around your shoulders and touched the back of your head. Featherlight kisses were placed on the side of your head, and you two enjoyed the silence.

A knock interrupted you two and Adam was standing in the door, he tightly hugged his son as well and kissed his cheek.

”You should call your mum, she‘s worried sick.“

Lando nodded and grabbed your phone that you held out before dialing the number of his mum. After the quick talk, Cisca was reassured her son was fine and Lando wanted to go to the debrief. With his hospital bracelet, still on his wrist, he sat there like he didn’t just crash.

He was professional after all.

Until you returned to the hotel, you waited with Adam and Jon in the hospitality for Lando to finish his meetings, and when he did, Jon drove you safely back to the hotel, where you took care of Lando, so he was back on track for the last race.

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snugglebug-92 · 1 year

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I’m sorry

Angsty fic btw.

You knew the second they pulled ports the score was going to be 2-5. You hated it when they pulled goalies and thought it was the dumbest thing ever. They never won or came out ahead in your experience so as you watched the Quinnipiac player skate towards the net you just about walked out. But you couldn’t do that to your boyfriend and the team so you just let a few tears slip out as the boys looked defeated. They knew they had just lost. You quickly make your way down to the locker room area so you can get to your boyfriend as soon as possible, hopefully before the scouts get to him so you can have 30 seconds with him.

You open your arms up for Nolan as he walks out of the locker room but instead he walks right past you. Dylan though is quick to bury himself in your embrace as he breaks down in your arms. You run your hand through his wet hair as he sobs on your shoulder.

“It’ll be okay Dyl,” you coo as you rock the sophomore in your arms. He just holds you tighter as his family comes down. His mom prys Dylan from you while Alyssa gives you a quick hug before you go hunting down your boyfriend. When you do it’s too late though because he’s already shaking hands with the Vegas reps and Briss, who you didn’t even know was here, gives him a big hug. You smile at the sight, happy he signed but you know that things won’t work with you and Nolan. You were in a 5-year program and still had a year left of college while Nolan was going to be halfway across the country.

“Hi baby,” you smile as Nolan looks up. He gives you a half-smile before going back to talking to Brendan. You knew the end was coming so why was this going to be so hard? This whole year you and Nolan had become more and more distant and now you were just going to pull the plug. Nolan talks to Briss for a while and you decide to go see if anyone needs a hug. You see Erik beating himself up and wrap your arms around the Swedish boy as he stiffens for a second before relaxing once he realizes who it is.

“I feel like it’s all my fault,” he admits once he calms down.

“It’s not. I know it seems like it but it’s not. There are 21 other players on the roster and all of them played,” you say even though you know the boy will continue to blame himself. Eventually, Noah comes over to comfort his goalie friend and you go to find your boyfriend fresh off press. He’s crying in Seamus’ arms and you walk over before switching places with him. Nolan breaks down even more once he’s in your arms and your heart shatters. You gently run your hand through his hair and slowly he starts to calm down. He pulls his head out from your neck and cups your cheeks before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I wanna talk,” you both say at the same time. You both laugh and you shake your head at the boy.

“You can go first,” you say, hoping he’ll just rip the bandaid off. When he grabs a small black box out of his shorts pocket your eyes go wide and tears start to form.

“This wasn’t how I was planning on doing this. I was hoping we would have won a national championship first but baby I haven’t even asked the question you don’t need to start crying,” he laughs as he gets down on one knee. Your hands go to your face as you shake your head.

“I love you Y/N and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I talked with my agent and there’s a college right by Henderson you can transfer to. I also talked with your advisor and she said you can go online to finish your degree. So come with me not just as my girlfriend but as my fiance. I know this is a lot to process but I just want you by my side,” he says looking up at you. That’s when he sees you shaking your head no and visibly shaking.

“Nolan the reason I wanted to talk was to break up with you,” you whisper as you shut the ring box. Everyone who’s watching goes silent and you can hear his heart beating out of his chest.

“Baby please don’t,” he pleads as you walk out of the room. You quickly walk to the street and keep going, not caring about the attention you might be causing. You need to get back to Michigan and you need to get there now. You hail a taxi and quickly climb in before Nolan has the chance to catch up with you let alone say anything else. You give the driver directions to the hotel before watching out the window as Nolan falls to the ground. You see a few people rush to see if he’s okay and for the first time in 4 years, your heart genuinely hurts. You just broke the love of your life's heart for no good reason and now you are going to have to live with the consequences.

You pay the driver as he pulls into the hotel parking lot and you quickly pack up your bags before transferring your ticket to the first flight you can get to Michigan. As you are leaving the airport you see the press conference on tv.

“Sorry for your loss,” a lady says to you.

“I’m sorry what?” you question, confused about what she’s talking about.

“Sorry I just saw you were wearing a sweatshirt with Moyle on the back,” she said. You look down and see what sweatshirt you are wearing and realize it’s one of Nolan's.

“Oh, it’s okay. There’s always next season,” you shrug. She gives you a smile before walking away. You hear your flight being called that boarding is starting and you head to your gate. Once you board the plane you look at your phone and see the array of notifications you have from Nolan and the boys. You turn your phone on airplane mode before looking out the window. You are shaken awake when the plane lands in Detroit 2 hours later.

“Honey we’ve landed,” the flight attendant says. You stretch out and grab your stuff before leaving the plane. You go to grab your suitcase before heading to your apartment. You ask your Uber driver to make a pitstop at Starbucks saying you’d buy them some and give them a $20 tip and they sigh before punching in the directions. You order your drink and something for them and your roommate before heading the rest of the way home. When you open the front door your roommate screams at you before pulling you into a hug.

“Don’t ever scare us like that again but also what happened?” Jenny asks as you hand her her typical Starbucks order.

“So you know how Nolan and I have been kinda distant the last month? Well after the game he said he needed to talk and I did like at the same time. So I let him so first and he proposed and I was freaking my shit out because I thought he was going to break up with me so the whole week I’ve been preparing myself for a breakup. So I told him I was going to break up with him and then just ran out because I didn’t know what to do and I got on the first flight back to Michigan and I’m here now and yeah,” you let out a breath as you said everything as quickly as possible.

“Wait he fucking proposed?” Jenny laughs.

“Yeah, and I said no. I turned down the love of my life,” you shake your head as the tears start to fall again.

“Oh, honey it’ll be okay. Plus you always said you never wanted to do long distance.”

“He had it all set up for me to either transfer to a college in Henderson or go online so I could be with him.”

“Holy shit Nolan really thought of everything,” she says.

“Yeah, he did. I’m going to my room now,” you shrug as you head to your room. You plop down on your bed and start sobbing. How could you have been so dumb to say no to Nolan? You could have been halfway to becoming Mrs.Moyle right now but now you had to be stupid. Little did you know Nolan was just as much of a mess as you were. He had put on some random T-shirt before buying as much beer as possible and locking himself in his hotel room. He sat on the porch crying drinking bud light until the sun came up. Gavin finally opens up the porch door and sees Nolan passed out with a 24-pack of bud light. He picks up the cans and notices that while there are about 10 open they are all over half full. He puts the unopened beer in the fridge and dumps the opened ones out before calling Seamus since he was rooming with Jay. The 3 boys work together to move Nolan to the bed and he doesn’t even stir.

“Is he even alive?” Seamus questions.

“He’s fine. You guys can go to my room. I'll stay with him,” Jay says as the freshman leave to go to a different room. Jay watches Nolan’s chest rise and fall for a few seconds before going to get him some water and Advil. Since Nolan is passed out Jay takes the time to look at the ring. He takes it out of the box and checks it out before sliding it back into its spot.

Around 1 in the afternoon, Nolan finally starts moving. He groans as the light hits his eye before turning over. He grabs the water and Advil muttering a thank you to Jay.

“How are you feeling?” Jay questions.

“Like my heart got ripped out of my chest and stomped on,” Nolan says.

“I’m sorry Nol,” Jay says.

“It’s okay. I’d let her do it 1000 times over again if that meant things would be different,” Nolan sighs, “now I’m going to shower.” Jay watches as Nolan leaves and calls your roommate hearing your side of the story. He runs a hand through his hair before hanging up. He’d have to get you guys back together somehow.

#nolan moyle x reader

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mothwithapencil · 4 months

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your street fighter art has brought me much joy...thank you ^_^ i wasnt too familiar w vega b4hand but. he's got me in his claws now... i'm seeing the vision....i would like to hear more of what u've concocted for his siblinghood w cammy if you would like 2 share! what the dynamic could be like when cammy was still a doll under shadaloo, vs when she started fighting bison, etcetc. the silly the serious how things change over the years >:0 apologies if this is a tall order

(Also. mike tyson cartoon balrog knocked me back. What are the odds that he, too, has a van with "BI GUY" on the license plate)

I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE A VEGAHEAD NOW.... He got me in his claws as soon as I saw him... The vega army grows stronger...

His siblinghood with Cammy (and also Decapre) is so very special to me. You can check out this post first for some stuff I said about them that I'll extrapolate on here. RAMBLE TIME.

Vega and Cammy are very similar and share several traits and I think a lot of it has to do with him having to train and take care of her and the other Dolls. It makes me so very insane that Vega is generally portrayed as this cold and uncaring murder guy who only loves himself, and yet...

Please look at these dialogues from Alpha 3. HE CARES ABOUT HER SO MUCH. IT HURTS. There's so much here. He wants her to be safe. He cares about the girl he took care of so much that he calls M. BISON A COWARD. Bison could kill Vega by looking at him and yet he stands up to him for the sake of someone else's safety. I rambled about their relationship and his feelings towards her more in a text to my gf I'm too lazy to rewrite:

Btw yes I am making a drawing about the braids. They hold so much symbolism TO ME. The braids he did for her... One of the few remaining things connecting them.... It means a lot to him, and you can see how much it means to him in A Shadow Falls:

While she's passed out he just stops to pick up one of her braids and his eyes immediately soften. And then he leaves without really doing anything because he sees that Cammy wants to protect Decapre, who she knows is her sister. He doesn't try to kill Cammy or anyone she loves. Every time he fights her he just sees her as a worthy foe (in the Alpha 3 dialogue up there he later changes his mind about Cammy not being a good opponent as he rescues her from the Shadaloo base). And later in A Shadow Falls when Cammy and Decapre are fighting the other Dolls, he goes against Shadaloo's ideals and frees the Dolls from the Psycho Power controlling them. At the end of the story he throws away his mask. Vega is not heartless... He has kindness and compassion... He has sweetie powers.... He just doesn't want you to know that because he hasn't been allowed to have emotions for so long... He's just stuck working for people he hates. Every time Bison isn't a direct threat to him he just goes back to Bullfighting. He doesn't care about those guys at all and the only thing truly keeping him is probably the fact Bison or another Shadaloo member would show up at his home and kill him if he quit. I think he wishes he could have the same freedom Cammy has... He's proud of her for breaking the cycle of being used as a tool by Bison and wishes he could be afforded the same luxury...

They all even pose the same way... There's a couple pieces of art where theyre posing this way and they share some similar moves too.... The parallels... They compel me....

I don't know if Cammy will ever piece together that Vega is her weird questionably evil possibly clone-related big brother. Decapre is much more similar to him visually and maybe that will tip her off. But for now all of her past growing up in House of Bison is known only to Vega and the fleeting memories kill him every day. He may feel particularly closer to Cammy but he stills shows care and compassion for Decapre too. He loves his sisters so very much and thus....

SOMETIMES A FAMILY IS WHATEVER THIS IS ↓↓↓ ‼️‼️

ITS SO HARD BEING A SINGLE MOM WHEN YOURE AN ASSASSIN FOR SHADALOO AND ALSO A GROWN MAN💯💯

(Also, for the last portion of that ask: I do think Balrog has a "BI GUY" vanity plate. Beef IS Gross, Unethical, and Yucky. That IS what he reads when he sees it. He DOES look at the bi men checking him out and say "we like to put the same thing in our mouth!" Its true. I saw it happen. Lmfao)

#asks #sorry this is so long they make me sick (affectionate)#street fighter #vega street fighter #cammy white #decapre #decapre street fighter

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takecareluv · 2 years

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if you want to write this maybe reader wanting to spend some quality time with vinnie because they haven't really done much in the past few days but him just wanting to play video games and then him being annoyed and lashing out on reader with like a happy ending idk

btw i really love your work and writing and you come off as a really sweet human being who i just wanna hug🫂 lots of love <333

a.n thank you, lovely! you are so sweet <3 i wanna give you a big hug !!! sending you all my love 💌☺️

forgivness & face masks || vinnie hacker x reader

vinnie arrived home late last night from a gaming event he attended in las vegas. you had already been fast asleep for hours by the time he had walked through the door, not getting the chance to properly greet him.

you didn’t worry too much about staying up since you expected to spend the entire next day with him, especially considering the lack of quality time you've had together.

with that said, you were suprised to wake up to an empty bed the following morning. rolling over in search of the missing boy, you immediately spotted him sat at his desk, streaming. already? you thought.

you loved vinnie and supported all of his endeavors, but really? it seemed like video games were all that he cared about recently.

“morning vin,” you called out.

no response.

you groaned, getting up from the bed and walking over to where his desk was stationed the corner of the room. “morning vin. you have a good flight home?” you asked while rubbing his shoulders.

“what? oh yeah, it was fine.” was all you got in a mumbled reply.

you rolled your eyes, deciding you needed coffee and breakfast before you dealt with him anymore.

—

following a big cup of coffee and some waffles, you got distracted with a few extra chores you’d been meaning to get done.

it wasn’t for another couple hours that you headed back up to see vinnie. and much to your dismay, you walked into the bedroom to the sight of him still streaming. wasn’t he tired?

“hey bub, i was thinking we go get lunch today? check out that new greek place that opened up in town.”

you were met with silence.

this time you decided to push a little further until you got a proper answer. “vin, did you hear me? how does that sound?” you questioned, clearly irritated.

“what? babe, can’t you see i’m busy? i don’t have time for-”

“for what? me?” you madly interrupted him.

“what, no. that’s not what i was going to say.” he paused. “but you know now that you bring it up, maybe i don’t always have time for you. is there anything wrong with that?”

you could tell he was growing more heated each second that went by, and you weren’t big on confrontation. you cared about this relationship too much to say something you’d instantly regret due to a moment of anger. so you presumed it would be best to let the matter go for the time being and return to it when you were both feeling much less emotional.

“i guess not.” you sighed, “i’ll just see you later.” and with that, you were out the door. not giving him the opportunity to respond.

—

after leaving the house in a rush, you realized you had no where to go. you drove in circles a couple times before choosing to stick with your original plan of having lunch at the authentic greek restaurant. only instead of being accompanied by the love of your life, you were sat alone at a table for one.

but you didn’t mind. you weren’t going to let some boy ruin your day. especially one that would rather play video games than spend time with his girlfriend.

you enjoyed a delicious meal but still wasn’t ready to head home quite yet. so for the remainder of the afternoon, you partook in a little bit of retail therapy.

you hit up all your favorite stores, shifting through what seemed like an endless amount of racks, and trying on a ton cute pieces. by the time you had made it through all of best shops on the block, you were left carrying way too many bags to even count. okay, now it was time to go home, you concluded.

—

the last thing you expected when you stepped foot through the front door of your home was a trail of flowers leading you down the hall, up the stairs, and into your bedroom.

at the end of the trail was a remorseful looking vinnie holding out a bouquet of your favorite flowers with a basket of all sorts of goodies, including face masks and candy, perched next to him.

“baby i am so sorry for lashing out at you earlier. i was just so stressed after going to that gaming thing and seeing all these other streamers do so much better than me, it made me feel like i wasn’t working hard enough. but i realize now that i should not have taken that out on you. it is no excuse and it will never happen again, i promise. i love you so much, i don't ever want to lose you. can you please forgive me?”

you slowly stepped over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist while mumbling out, “yes i forgive you. just please don’t do it again, it made me sad. i thought you didn’t want to spend time with me.”

“no baby, never.” he grabbed your face with both his hands so you would look up at him. “i'm sorry for making you sad and thinking i don’t want to spend time with you. i would spend every minute with you if it were possible, my sweet girl. never think otherwise.” he then leaned in to place a kiss to your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips.

“i rented all of your favorite movies, and got all of your favorite snacks. oh and that face mask you like, so we can have a night just us. and then tomorrow i’m taking you to lunch at that greek place you were talking about.”

“oh vin, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“this is the first time i've seen you smile all day, i most definitely had to do all this.”

you didn’t say anything, but he felt you squeeze him tighter and that was all he needed. “so what should we do first? face masks or food?”

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notthatalex · 6 months

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What are the origins of Augustus and the Chosen respectively, when did they first meet each other and what is their dynamic?

Ok so

The Chosen:

His first appearance was in a smosh Vegas episode. 'Playing Blackjack in Viva Smosh Vegas' (Sept. 2020)

How Shayne came up with the character is kinda interesting. Because he was supposed to play Aunt carolyn in that episode, but they didn't have her wig on hand. So he had to come up with something on the fly. He had a vague idea that he wanted to play a character like this already tho. He didn't have a name however, and like he came up with the name "Spencer Agnew" on the fly while being asked the question in the video. That's why a bunch of people think he was supposed to he a parody of Spencer when that was actually never the case. I think that is also the reason they don't bring up that name a lot anymore and just use "The Chosen".

Augustus:

Augustus is a actually a lot older as a character than The Chosen. But he is in a lot less videos.

His first video was 'DAMIEN KNOWS DA WAE' (Jan. 2018). A vr chat video.

After that he appeared in a bunch of maricraft videos. A minecraft let's play series on smosh games back in the day. There bunch of stuff got established about the Character and a bunch people think he got created there because they don't know about the vr chat video . He didn't get a look till 2020 though. Until then he was just a voice and name.

Augustus full name is Augustus St. Cloud and he definitely got heavily inspired by the Venture Bros Character with the exact same name. Damien never talked about it but it is a very strong educated "guess". They got the same first and last same, as well as the same voice and a couple of character traits.

Nintendogs:

Two only videos they interact in.

'POV: You entered a Gamestop'

'The Chosen vs Augustus: Bakugan'

They got posted only one day apart as well. In Nov. 2021. The ship name nintendogs came to be because in the Gamestop Video they play nintendogs together

I love their dynamic so much because they are both insufferable nerds. Also the competitive nature of their relationship. My favorite awful guys.

My hopes to ever get then in a video together again are not that high. Honestly I thought Augustus wasn't even going to show up again till the TNTL appearance a couple of days ago.

But a boy can dream.

If you want to know more and want to check out all their appearances in smosh content I wrote wiki articles for them.

The Augustus one I wrote entirely myself. So if anyone wants to add to it, fact check something or especially if I missed an appearance, I would appreciate an edit. Or tell me and I do it.

The Chosen one was already there, but it was a big mess. And I am still working on it. I edited a big chunk of it already but there is still stuff missing.

Both of them have videos that were exclusive to other platforms btw! (Facebook, Instagram). So if anyone wants more content for them, there is a chance you missed those. I listed them on their wiki pages.

I am thinking about making a wiki page for Nintendogs but I am not sure if the wiki administrators would like that lol. I fear that it would just be deleted. There is stuff about shipping on it, but it is very old and the only ship that has a page is Iananothy. Maybe I am going to ask them if I can. Idk yet haha.

Thanks for the ask hehe. I will take every chance to infodump about this I can get

#smosh #smosh the chosen #smosh augustus #smosh nintendogs #smosh games #shayne topp #damien haas

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icaricia · 20 days

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fallout show thoughts mostly abt the lore. major spoilers for the show, particularly ep 8. not very well put together and its mostly just me scratching my head/complaining lol

imo the show does it's best to not technically retcon fo1/2/nv, but to effectively retcon them by getting rid of everything they made and make moot what they cannot literally bomb.

it's just that the og fallouts/fnv are post-post-apocalypses about rebuilding and the themes are about like. cycles of violence and how to break them in order to rebuild, human nature, fascism, society, etc.

bethesda's fallout is about uhhhh. how war never changes (they do not particularly feel like examining this theme in detail). and how greedy corporations will lead to the end of the world. basically they're taking the satire of the united states and throwing it out and going all in on the satire about corporations + a teensy bit the military industrial complex (think west-tek).

thats why vault tec dropped the bombs, when previously the great war was less about pointing fingers and more about bearing the sins of the father and how ultimately none of the lines drawn in the pre-war world matter now. it's all just ash and dust. cause when you're making a commentary(?) on rich people using regular people as pawns & guinea pigs then it does matter that vault tec did it + that they had allies in every other major pre-war american corporation. side note: i dont like this at all btw.

besides changing the fundamental themes of the franchise 5 games in though bethesda's fallout mostly just wants to be about nukes + the post apocalypse. they want to tell stories about scavengers in dirt shacks eating each other. fo1/2/nv don't allow for that kind of worldbuilding. i cant speak on 1 or 2 as i haven't played them, but for example fnv is about how societies get made & the strengths and weakness of them, and which type of society you the player think would be best for making a new world with.* so thats why they literally exploded the ncr. cant have dirt shack cannibals when there's a president.

the only thing that feels overtly spiteful(?) to me is that i can't figure out why they're even touching california, and not just fucking around on the east coast like they previously have. or the midwest or something if they're sick of the east

my best guess is either A) spite bc obsidian did it better than them (tbh i dont think this.) or B) they got sick of fielding "whys the west coast got multiple developed societies but the east coast has just the enclave over and over. whys the east coast so much less developed than the ncr 200 years later when rhe ncr was being founding a mere 70~ years after the war? whys megaton a scrap heap when new vegas has working plumbing?" type questions and so they nuked it to hastily cover their asses like "see! nothing develops in the wasteland! humans love to murder and war never changes B)". instead of just leaving the west coast alone and unacknowledged like fo3/4 did (i also dont fully believe this but i dont have any clue what else it could be)

the trouble besides all of this sucking and being, at a very generous best, stupid as fuck, is that the new themes/villains aren't even consistent cause like. why did vault tec nuke shady sands from a themes perspective. whats that add to anything. i guess it ties into our other new(ish) theme of "humans are inherently violent little cockroaches"

not to mention if theyre going all "war never changes humans love murder" they dont even really acknowledge Maximus' revenge plot or his repeated inaction (aka his fundamental character motivation /trait b4 he halfheartedly discovers that oysters are yummy or whatever). but im getting close to just starting to complain that its a really stupid boring one dimensional theme + i didnt care much for the characters (they arent objectively bad or anything it's just me)

also shout out to the only plot/motivation bethesda can consistently think of in the wastes being "gotta find my family" like some little failed vin diesel clone. also shout out to their preoccupation with pre-war america and their obsession with characters being 200 years old and how that ties directly into their lack of desire to let the setting progress. but thats an entirely different thing lol.

*fnv is also about needing to let go of the past if you desire to move forward (the concept of "old world blues" + the actual think tank/big empty -> dead money -> lonesome road) and bethesda doesn't want to let go of the pre-war bc they think its cool or something idk. they also refuse to let the societies of the games develop. which makes it especially funny that they half retconned fnv, destroyed the strip, and made hoover dam obsolete all in one fell swoop. its better theme writing than the game!

** i feel obligated to mention that bethesda arent the only people who think fallout should forever remain a post-apocalypse cause chris avellone famously disliked the post-post-apocalypse of the ncr, got told to shut up bc everyone else (rightly) thought a post-post-apocalypse was a good idea, and then he wanted to nuke the NCR in lonesome road and got told to shut up again. but avellone didnt work on the show and doesnt work for bethesda so :P

btw them saying fiends are just people who eat people was just mean. kicking me while im down :(

#.txt #be nice if this doesnt make sense im exhausted and mostly just rambling #theres so much else to say but. blegh #fallout show spoilers #fallout tv spoilers

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streamafterlaughter · 1 year

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Fundamental Differing

Chapter IX: In The Morning You’ll Be Gone

masterlist | playlist | chapter viii

summary: Friends is a heavy word for you and eddie. things are off to a weird start as you spend some time reconnecting after your show in vegas.

tags/warnings: slow burn, rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader, gn!reader, angst is slightly lighter this time, but obviously still there!! these two are horrible at feelings btw if that wasn’t obvious.

a/n: let me know what you think! i have a loooot of ideas swimming around right now, but i wanna hear ur input! love u guys sm, thank u for reading! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. Reblog to support the author!

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September 1987

“Honey, I’m home!” Eddie kicks the door to your shared apartment open, the old wood creaking under his heavy boots.

The ruckus summons you to the entryway. You speed walk from your master bedroom, where you’ve been spending your nights without your boyfriend. The house already feels warmer with him inside. “Hi, baby!” You squeal, running into his arms. He lifts you into the air, spinning you around like a husband home from war.

When he places you back in front of him, you refuse to let go. You lock your hands around his neck, and pull his face into yours to connect your lips. He relaxes against your touch, finally settling the yearning in his stomach. It’s been two long months of Eddie on tour, and you had refused to come because you didn’t want to be his “groupie.” You still haven’t told him how stupid that decision was. Regardless, it doesn’t matter now. He’s home, and he’s in your arms, exactly where he’s supposed to be.

“How are you, love of mine?”

“Never better, now that you’re home.”

—

Eddie’s POV

It’s probably the best he's ever performed, much to his own surprise. He's played Las Vegas before, but something about his own energy has brought the best out of the crowd. By the end of the set, Eddie’s shirtless, drenched in sweat, and practically deaf, but the excitement roaring through him makes it all worth it. He’d caught you watching too, standing on the side of the stage right up against the barricade like you’d used to when you were dating. He couldn’t help stealing glances throughout the show, catching you singing and dancing along like you were still his biggest fan.

Back in the band’s dressing room, Corroded Coffin light cigarettes and joints while beer bottles are cracked open, an atmosphere of relaxation settling in after what feels like years of being on edge. Much of that probably has to do with their frontman being in a good mood. Eddie sips his beer as he chats with Gareth, who’s puffing on a joint dangerously close to frying his hair.

“What’s gotten into you tonight, huh?” Gareth jokes, nudging Eddie’s shoulder with his own. “You finally get laid or something?” Eddie snorts in response, ignoring the question. “C’mon, you gotta let me know what’s got you performing like that again. I haven’t seen you this in-the-zone since— “ Gareth stops himself, but Eddie knows where he’s going. He hasn’t performed like that since you broke up with him. Gareth doesn’t push him, but his eyes communicate his question.

“We aren’t back together, don’t freak out like that.” Eddie answers the unspoken inquiry, indulging his friend. “But we talked. Amicably, even. We decided we’re gonna try the whole friend thing. For real, this time.”

“And you’re okay with that? Just being friends?” Gareth’s concern is written on his face, and for good reason. You and Eddie tried being friends after breaking up, but it was always falling apart, probably due to not giving yourselves time to heal.

Eddie nods. “I am. It’s bound to be better than not having them in my life at all. I know it’s gonna be difficult, but I’m selfish. I don’t wanna be without them again.”

Gareth nods, taking another swig of his beer. “Good luck, man. Seriously. They were so good for you, I just hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

He has, he’s almost sure of it. If given the chance, Eddie’s gonna show you just how grateful he is for you, just how much he cherishes you. He fucked up, badly, when you were together, but now that he knows what life without you is like, he’s sure he never wants to experience it again.

He's pulled from his thoughts when the dressing room door opens, and you enter with Steve and your band, dressed down from your set. You’re wearing sweatpants and, what Eddie is almost sure, is his old Metallica t-shirt. It’s faded, worn beyond recognition even when he had possession of it, but you still look incredible. Your hair is piled on top of your head, with little stray pieces hanging in front of your face. You catch him looking at you, and give him the smallest of smiles. He returns it with a gleaming grin, one that makes his cheeks ache, but he doesn’t care. You’re here, willingly, in his dressing room, hanging out with him and his band. Almost like nothing has changed in the last two years, even though you’re on your way to being one of the biggest bands in the world. Bigger than CC, even.

You shuffle further into the crowded room while Steve corrals the stragglers standing out in the hall. He’s about to give another rousing Manager Speech, so Eddie kicks his feet up on the small table in front of the couch as you place yourself on the arm closest to him. Your bandmates make themselves comfortable, and he dares to look at Robin, who lets a smile slip from her lips, and it’s like the weight of the world lifts from his shoulders. You must have filled her in by now. Maybe he has a chance to get all of his friends back.

Steve finally approaches the rest of you, standing in the middle of the room while the excitement dies down. “Alright!” He claps his hands together, summoning everyone’s attention finally. “We’re hitting the road for Oregon shortly, I need everyone back on their bus by 2AM. You guys were incredible tonight, I’m so proud of all of you.” Steve looks to Eddie, then you as he says this, his praise directly targeted at his front people. “Til then, do as you please, and call me if things get out of hand. Thank you!” The room erupts in chatter as Steve approaches the couch, followed closely by Robin. “I would love an explanation for this, by the way.” Steve wags his finger between you two, still sitting close enough to touch, without actually touching. “Whenever you feel like telling me.” He looks to Eddie, who bites his bottom lip to keep from laughing. He almost breaks until he feels a hand on him. Your hand, gentle and warm, rests atop his bare shoulder, like the most casual thing in the world, and he can’t bring himself to move, worrying the moment would be broken.

“Don’t worry about us, Stevie. We’re being good.” Your voice is teasing, and clearly worn from your set. Eddie fights the urge to look up at you, knowing one glance will break his fragile composure. Your fingers tap against his clavicle, sticking to him slightly due to the sweat. He clears his throat as quietly as he can, trying his best not to let your touch send him into a spiral.

Steve shrugs. “Alright! Be back by two, please.” With that, Steve leaves the dressing room.

—

Your POV

By now the room is empty, save for you, Eddie, and Robin. You desperately hope they can’t see through your confident facade. Inside, you’re shaking, having felt Eddie’s skin on yours for the second time today. Everything is confusing, you have no idea where the two of you are headed. It feels new and exciting now, getting Eddie back, but it also feels fragile. One wrong move will send you back to square one, and you’re not willing to start over again.

It’s Robin who breaks the silence first. “So, we goin’ out tonight? Or do you two forget how to party together?”

You squint your eyes at her joke, and turn to finally look at Eddie. “You wanna party?” You hope desperately that this isn’t the worst idea ever.

Eddie nods, beaming. You get off the arm of the couch, stumbling less than gracefully to your feet. “Awesome. I’m gonna go change, meet us in the back in like, twenty minutes!” You and Robin scurry out of the dressing room, giggling to yourselves.

“So,” Robin starts as you rush to your dressing room, where Sylvie and Lilith sit chatting on the couch, the small TV providing background noise. “You gonna tell Steve about you and Ed?” Her question silences the rest of the band.

“You better tell us first!” Sylvie shrieks, getting to their feet. “What the hell was all that, even?”

Lilith joins them, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yeah, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you two were almost being friendly in there.”

You lift your, well Eddie’s, t-shirt over your head, swapping it for a tighter, smaller black one, and change out of your sweats and into some light wash, baggy jeans. “There’s nothing to explain, really.” You turn to face your friends. “We talked about what he said. He apologized, and we’re trying the friend thing.” Lilith rolls her eyes, and Sylvie shakes their head. “What?” you ask, exasperated.

Robin speaks for them. “We just know how that’s gonna go, babes. One of you is gonna… I dunno, slip up? Like last time?” When you don’t offer her an answer, Robin continues, pouring both of you a pre game drink. “You guys just aren’t meant to be friends. You’d tear each other apart before you could get to genuine, platonic friendship. You’re not, well, Steve and I.” The last bit is meant as a joke, you know, but it stings a little. You hope they’re not right, that you can be friends with Eddie without destroying you both.

“Guess we’ll have to find out.” You shrug, and yank your boots on. “For now, I just wanna drink.” You take your vodka soda from Robin and throw it down your throat, as if to emphasize your desperation.

—

You, Robin, Eddie, and Steve pile into the back of a cab, all of you already tipsy. Steve’s decided to chaperone, and you can’t really argue considering the circumstances. He sits between you and Eddie, a knee against one of each of yours. The four of you are in casual attire, on your way to a club on the Strip you’ve never heard of. It feels like high school, almost, minus the whole “being in a band touring with a household name” thing. It feels comfortable, sitting between Steve and Robin, with Eddie on Steve’s other side, on your way to get drinks and finally just hang out. No drama, no worries, no screaming fans. A break.

When the car pulls up, Robin climbs out and holds the door for the rest of you. You link your arm through hers, and she links her other arm with Steve. You look at Eddie, standing next to you with his arms firmly at his sides, and offer your free arm. His lips split into a smile, and he links his arm with yours, causing your heart to surge. Friends.

There’s some truth to Robin’s words. You know you’ll probably love Eddie forever, way more than you just would a friend, but you can’t force yourself back into that relationship. You don’t know what your feelings for him are anymore, you just know you have them. And having them is dangerous, especially now that you’re both terribly successful and there’s no way you two could ever work it out.

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Eddie’s POV

All he’s aware of is your shoulder against his as the four of you squeeze through the dark nightclub. The music is deafening, Jump Around by House of Pain shaking the whole building. He wants a drink. Really, he wants to leave, and go watch a bad movie on the bus, or reread The Hobbit for the fifth time this year. But those things don’t have you in a really tight t-shirt, so instead he’s waddling uncomfortably between sweaty bodies, following closely behind you as you make your way to the bar.

“What’re you having?” He reads your lips more than hears you, squinting to make out what you’re saying in the dark room.

“I’ll take a beer, whatever they have.” Eddie feels his voice rasp as he shouts over the music, but you nod like you’ve heard him anyway. He watches as you order, leaning on the bar so the tender; a good looking dude with salt and pepper hair, a good body, and tight fitting clothes, can hear you over the ruckus. You flirt with your posture, twisting a strand of hair around your finger as you lean in to speak to him. He nods, winking at you before walking away to retrieve your drinks. Eddie can't help the burning in his chest as he watches the interaction, fighting every urge to jump over the counter and beat the guy senseless. Not that he’d be able to, the dude is jacked.

It takes almost no time for you to turn around, coming face to face with Eddie, your nose far too close to his chest. “Here,” you hand him his bottle, and he reads the label.

“They had Red Stripe?” Still his favorite, and only ever found in the crevices of the dingiest liquor stores.

You shrug. “Vegas has everything! C’mon, let’s go find the others.” You take his hand, and Eddie looks at it, a fraction of a second too long before taking it.Despite his hesitation, holding your hand still feels right.

The two of you finally find Robin and Steve, drunkenly grooving on the dance floor, both with a drink in hand. Eddie scoffs at their shamelessness, and looks at you. He’s on edge, unsure of what your next suggestion will be.

“You wanna dance?” Is the last thing he’s expecting.

—

Your POV

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, but it doesn’t deter you from slapping a hand over your mouth.

Eddie’s head whips in your direction, like you’ve startled him. “What?” This is your chance, your way out. Say something else, say anything else. “Do you wanna dance?” Shit! You watch as a smile threatens his tight lipped expression, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards despite his hold on them.

“Sure.” Sure?! Guess we’re doing this! You realize neither of you have let go of the other’s hand. You look from your clasped fingers, to his face, and back again before exhaling, and dragging your ex boyfriend to the dance floor. Robin and Steve see you and wave you over. The walk to them is dreadfully long, your hand sticking to Eddie’s with your sweat. Gross.

“Look who decided to join us!” Steve slurs as he twirls Robin under his arm.

“Steve, I thought you were chaperoning?” You tease, rolling your eyes as you feel Eddie’s fingers let go of yours. Your hand feels cold again.

“Chaperones can have fun too, y’know!” He pokes your arm jokingly, like he’s trying to tip you over. “And if chaperones can’t have fun, so can the, uh,”

“Chaperonees!” Robin interrupts, helpfully.

“Yeah, yeah. Chaperonees! Now, would ya not look so miserable? You know I worry!” Steve drapes an arm around your shoulder as you laugh, enjoying his mood.

“I am having fun!” You exclaim, taking another gulp of your cocktail.

Eddie sips his beer, as if in solidarity. “C’mon, let these two dorks compete to see who can be the worst dancer here.” He takes your hand in his again, this time without the weird tiptoeing around it, and you turn to face him. The song has changed to Def Leppard’s Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad, drastically changing the vibe. Robin and Steve continue to spin and jive aimlessly, but they blur in comparison to Eddie, standing right in front of you.

The drinks flowing through you do their job, lowering your inhibitions and giving you courage. You gently rest your arms around Eddie’s neck, and feel him tense at your touch before fully relaxing. His hands are still by his sides though, so you look from his eyes, to where they hang uselessly. “You’re not gonna melt, y’know.” You joke, but Eddie doesn’t laugh.

“Honestly, I might.” The words shoot through you, and you can feel your cheeks blush. It seems to rouse him from his anxiety, though, as he slowly lifts his arms to rest a hand on either side of your waist. Maybe he won’t melt, but you’re almost sure you will.

—

Eddie’s POV

There is no way he’s surviving tonight. He is one hundred percent certain you will be his cause of death, and that it will be painful, unbearable even. He lets himself look into your eyes, just for a second. They shine as you look back into his, narrowing the way they do when you smile. Eddie hasn’t received a smile from you like that in what feels like a lifetime.

As he’s losing himself in the way your hands rest around him, clasped together at the nape of his neck, he’s brought back down to earth. A bright, sudden light comes from behind him, illuminating your features for a split second. Your eyes widen, and your arms fall back to your sides.

“Eddie! Y/n! Over here!” Eddie whips his head around in time to catch a second flash, temporarily blinding him. He recognizes the culprit, a local paparazzo hell bent on torturing the members of the metal scene.

“Gale,” Eddie tries to remain calm, his heart rate skyrocketing as worst case scenarios flip through his head. “You can’t sell that.”

“I can do whatever I please, Munson!” Gale is slimy, never once giving his subjects a break. Because “he has to eat too.”

Your voice startles Eddie as you speak. “What do you plan on doing with that?”

Gale shrugs, “Sell it, make a quick buck. If I’m lucky, they’ll use it when they speculate on your love life.” He chuckles to himself, waggling his eyebrows. Before anyone can stop him, Gale lifts the camera a third time. “Smile big!” Flash.

Regardless of how badly Eddie wants to rip that camera out of his hands and throw it across the club, he doesn’t. That look doesn’t suit him, especially in front of you, and he’s not in the mood to catch a charge. Instead he pivots back to you. “What do you wanna do about this?”

You don’t seem bothered, in fact you’re uncharacteristically calm about the situation. “Whatever you want, it doesn’t bother me that much. There are worse rumors that could spread. Plus, you and I know the truth, right?”

Eddie only blinks, hoping his thoughts will catch up with his mouth. “Are you sure? Because I can call a guy. Get that picture wiped off the face of the earth.”

“If you want. Don’t stress on my account, though.” You go so far as to replace your hands around him, and Eddie’s breath catches, holding it for a millisecond too long. “It isn’t the end of the world.”

Eddie gingerly places his hands back on your waist, but neither of you dance as the song is replaced with Metallica’s Don’t Tread On Me. His brain is sprinting, trying to catch up with what’s happening.

“You’re not embarrassed?”

“Are you?”

“Yeah. I mean, not by you, but-“ He stops himself. But what? You’re waiting for him to continue, staring at him unblinkingly. “I asked you first.”

You look at your feet, concentrating on the ground between you two. Eddie’s heart sinks, of course you’re embarrassed. There’s a reason you’re not together anymore. “I mean, this is what fame is, right? Rumors being spread about you? Untrue things being said? It’s not really any different than high school.” You laugh sadly, still not meeting his gaze.

“That doesn’t mean you have to like it.” Eddie lowers his voice, leaning to speak into your ear. He thinks he catches you stiffen, startled by his sudden closeness.

Finally, you shake your head. “I’m not. You don’t embarrass me, Eddie. Not lately, anyway.” This time your chuckle sounds more like you, and Eddie lets one slip through his own teeth.

“Alright. I’ll leave it, then.”

“So you’re not-“

“No, I’m not fuckin’ embarrassed. I'd tell everyone that rumor if I could.” He catches himself by surprise with his answer, but he doesn’t backpedal.

You look at him, finally. “What?”

Eddie shrugs. “Worse things have been said than that I’m dating my cowork— I mean, my friend.” He shows his teeth despite his nerves, trying to reassure you that this won’t be a big deal. “Even if that does happen, by the way, no one’s gonna believe it. You’re too good for that.”

—

Your POV

You open your mouth to respond, but you’re quickly interrupted. “We need to go. Now.” Steve and Robin are stumbling all over each other as they approach you, their fingers interlaced as if holding onto dumb or dumber will somehow save them from tripping.

“What? Why?” Your voice breaks with panic, whether from this current event or the one shortly before, you’re not sure.

“We kind of uh, knocked an entire tray of booze over while we were dancing.” Robin can’t get her sentence out without giggling hysterically.

“Turns out some big wig is here, and he’s pissed.” Steve adds, snickering between shallow breaths. “Guy’s a douche anyway, but he wants us gone. Security’s lookin’ for us.”

“For once, I'm not the one to get us kicked out!” Eddie cheers, and grabs your hand. “Let’s go!” The four of you haul ass through the club. You don’t know how drastic the measures are, but your heart still races. The night air hits you as the club door swings open, your ride already idling against the curb. The four of you pile in, borderline maniacal laughter erupting from each of you.

“You fucking assholes!” You shriek, but your tone remains playful. “I was having a good time!”

Eddie looks to you then, and you share a quiet acknowledgement with him. You aren’t lying, you were having fun. By the looks of if, he was too.

“Well, we’re sorry. We have three whole months of fun ahead of us. I’m sure you’ll make up for this time.” Steve lets his head fall onto your shoulder, and You pat his cheek with your free hand. The other still hangs onto Eddie’s, his thumb stroking the top of it idly.

“I forgive you, Stevie.”

—

Eddie’s POV

It takes less than 24 hours for the story to break. He’s on the bus, half asleep as his bandmates circle his tiny bed the best they can. “What the hell?” He sits up, rubbing his eyes as the men before him come into focus. “What’s going on?”

“You tell us, player.” Jeff tosses something onto Eddie’s stomach, and it lands with a slap against his bare skin. He grabs it, and investigates the cover of what looks like a knock off National Inquirer. The headline reads, in big obnoxious font, MUNSON’S NEW BOO? Underneath the text is the picture from last night. His back is to the photographer, but you can still tell it’s him. He’s wearing a denim vest and black jeans, his hair sticking up like it tends to do. Over his shoulder, he can make out your features. Your sparkly eyes, freckled cheeks, and pouty lips. You’re looking at him like you love him, your hands around his neck, his resting on your hips.

“This is not what it looks like.” His voice doesn’t waver. Eddie thinks about what you said. You’re not embarrassed by him, so why would he be embarrassed by you?

Gareth shrugs. “It’s okay if it is, y’know. As long as you’re gonna do it right this time.” Jeff nods in agreement.

“Nothing is going on! We’re friends!”

“Right, right. Because that totally just looks like two friends.”

Eddie looks at the picture again. It’s a good picture of you, and he selfishly wants to tear it out of the magazine and stuff it into his wallet. He wants to keep it close to him. Gareth is right, but that doesn’t change the facts. Friends are all you are.

“Does Y/N know?” Jeff interrupts Eddie’s train of thought.

“I mean, I just found out.”

“Yes, but you sleep like the dead. We’ve been in Portland for three hours.”

“They know the picture was taken. I’m sure they’re expecting this.”

“Alright, man. Now get your ass up, soundcheck in an hour.”

—

Your POV

You read the words over and over again, begging them to make sense. “Eddie Munson, frontman of Corroded Coffin, spotted snuggling up to Death Dance Approximately vocalist Y/n L/n. The two are currently on a cross country tour together, playing clubs and amphitheaters in North America.”

“What are you gonna do?” Lilith sticks another home fry in her mouth, keeping her eyes on you.

You shrug, tossing the magazine back onto the table. “Nothing I can really do about it now, I'm not too concerned.”

“They’re not concerned because they wish it was true!” Robin interjects, sliding into the booth next to you, a fresh coffee in her hands.

“Excuse you?”

“Please, since the day I met you, Eddie Munson has been the only guy for you. Ever. Don’t tell me that’s changed now.” You don’t look at her, and that gives her your answer. “So, we leave it, and we make sure it’s a prophecy we can fulfill!” She slurps a sip of her drink, and you scoff.

“We just got to friends. Give it a rest!”

“Okay!” Robin throws up her hands. “But I’m calling it now, you’ll be in his pants before we hit the east coast.”

You roll your eyes, and turn back to your breakfast. “Whatever.”

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barblaz-arts · 9 months

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Hello, got a couple more questions on Vega if you feel like answering them. (As a side note I love everything about her, she's so cool and so complex and as a kid she was such a BABY.)

1. Did she inherit Enid's love of plushies? Cause I just imagine her kid bed is more plushie then pillow, between how wednesday can't say no to her daughter and Enid's love of plushies?

2. Were Gomez and Morticia around a lot at first to take care of their granddaughter?

3. When Vega went to school, which of the moms cried every day when dropping her off to the bus? Or did they go even more extreme and refuse to let their baby go?

1. Yes. But she had stuff like a Kiss Missy plushie and all the FNAF animatronics. She has Barbies too, but a lot of them have been given "makeovers"; decapitated, made to look like zombies and ghosts and serial killers etc

This is Kissy Missy btw for those unawares

Just lotsa creepy dolls. She had one(1) cute doll, which was made my Enid, but over the years had gotten so worn, and despite Enid's best attempts at restoring it(Vega wouldn't let a stranger touch her mommy's creation) in time it came to look a lil creepy too.

2. Oh definitely. Kidnapping attempts by Gomez and Morticia happened pretty often even. Grandparents amiright?

3. Enid would cry. Wednesday would refuse to let Vega go.

#asks #next gen nevermore au

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fleet-off · 1 year

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From some of your posts, your editing sounds really analytical. What does your process look like?

Assuming this is about fic-editing? Thanks for the question, anon! I hope you don’t mind me going off a bit. 😅 If you want access to any of my macros + a quick intro on how to use them, hit me up—it’s super easy and I love talking about them. Sometimes I wonder if I’m too analytical, but my process works for me! Here is the nitty-gritty:

Bad-habit words. I use a Word macro to highlight ‘em. If I can’t justify a usage, I revise. Most “begin to” “reach for” “murmur” “think” “just” “softly” “the moment that” can be cut. Gestures like nodding or breathing tend to be filler. “goes [adjective, e.g. pale]” collocations can be replaced by a verb (“pales”). Etc.

Irrelevant description. The first draft of LatE had a long ill-thought tangent about Vegas running a hand up Pete’s leg and thinking about leg waxing. I was invested in that being a thing for them, but it bogged down my narration—I cut it. Even lovely colorful descriptions must fit and carry their weight. In general: is this detail plot- or setting-relevant? Does it contribute to mood? Does noticing it say something about the POV character? Does it repeat something I’ve already said? (That last one’s my worst writing habit. I’m prone to rephrases and near-synonymous coordinate adjectives/verbs.) (Also. Having to cut a metaphor I like breaks me every time. Pretty phrases that just don’t work? Gaaaaaah. Sometimes I can’t help keeping ‘em. It’s fanfiction, I’m allowed to be indulgent.)

Dialogue. I turn all non-dialogue text the same color as the page with a macro to check pacing. Filler phrases that don’t convey speaker emotion go first. Then I confront the overwritten parts—while I’ve outgrown blocks of dramatic high-style dialogue, I still tend to be too honest in my first draft. It’s cathartic to write all someone’s feelings out loud, but the most interesting part of a dialogue is what’s left unsaid. Emotional honesty is hard. Earning it is the negotiation of a difficult conversation.

Sentence/paragraph-level. I use a macro that colors sentences based on their length. With color-coding, I can check variety and tell at a glance whether sentence lengths align with the rise and fall of tension. At this stage, I split most of my run-ons—long sentences can be used to glorious effect, but their overuse wears on a reader. I try to save them for moments of high emotional intensity but low immediate action-based tension.

Big picture. I record myself reading the whole scene out loud and listen to it while I go on a walk or do household chores. Anything I stumble over recording or tune out listening to deserves a second look. Is event/thought progression logical? How does the scene flow? Does the pacing lag or skim at inappropriate moments?

So putting it all together, here’s a paragraph from an early draft of Lapping at the Edges:

Most days, Vegas genuinely tries not to push him past those limits. He just—he’s not like Pete, who seems to know instinctively where to cut him open to drain the worst of his poison. For Pete, understanding Vegas seems to come so simply; blunt weapon that he is, Vegas only knows how to take broad swipes and hope he strikes true.

The bad-habit highlight rids us of “genuinely” and “seems to.” We keep “he just—” and “only” because they mean something here. “Know instinctively” becomes “intuit.” (Onelook Thesaurus is a great resource, btw.)

Unneeded description? “For Pete, understanding Vegas seems to come so simply” restates the previous sentence, and “blunt weapon that he is” beats in a theme I express more subtly throughout the chapter. I cut both. Tangent I can’t help keeping here: hammers and bruises for Vegas, slicing and cutting off and sharp teeth for Pete except when Vegas romanticizes Pete punching him—the form of violence Pete was trained on and the one that hurts Pete to give him. (This is filtered through Vegas’s “I’m not the knife my father wanted me to be” feelings from chapter 1 and may not reflect what he and Pete actually are.)

That last sentence would need split, but cutting the “blunt weapon” bit removes the need. Sentence length works now.

No dialogue here, and the paragraph placement fits.

Revised paragraph:

Most days, Vegas tries not to push him past those limits. He just--he’s not like Pete, who can intuit where to cut him open to drain the worst of his poison. Vegas only knows to take broad swipes and hope he strikes true.

#asks #writing #fanfiction #vegaspete #fleet post #fleet answers

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starlitangels · 1 year

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hi starr💗💗

love ur work btw i love ur work!

i had a complicated question..

so ik like freelancers story is currently in 2023 as well as the shaw packs, but what about the other storys? (project meridian, soverign state, the balance, etc.)

cus ik those r set in diff years(?) or times

pls and tyy💗

Hello my friend! Thank you so much, that's so sweet!

So, the plot heavy storylines apart from Project Meridian (Carpe Deus, Sovereign State, and the Balance) are all happening back around the Inversion (Dec 31, 2021).

Sovereign State season 1 all happens the day of (in fact, less than an hour before) the Inversion itself. The main part of the Balance is the night of and (so far) following few days after the Inversion

Carpe Deus (Vega and Warden) are actually still back in October of 2021, so their potential involvement in the events of the Inversion are still unknown

Project Meridian is the only one we don't know when it's happening, yet. That will probably come sooner rather than later on when on the timeline it's taking place—and, also, how long it's actually taking. We know the Asset took about a year to become viable before ETS revealed themselves as the project owners, but that doesn't necessarily mean James has been on-site for a year (maybe close but I doubt he's been there the whole time)

So we don't really know about Project Meridian's timeline placement yet, but the others are all in October and December of 2021 and January of 2022

Redacted's official timeline (<- Link) is a few months of updates behind (and Sovereign State hasn't been added yet because Erik had presumably been waiting until the S1 finale aired to show when it was taking place) but that's where I'm pulling Vega's timeline placement from

#answered #Redacted ASMR #Redacted Audio

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buddieisgoingcanon2024 · 10 days

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I posted this before, but I think that R knew that the relationship was over after that Vegas date in 2022. Who invites a couple - that doesn't live in Vegas - on a romantic evening unless one or both partners realize that the relationship isn't working anymore? He totally stopped posting her and interacting with her right after that. Plus, she was relentlessly trying to get his attention a lot before the infamous V-Day post with throwback pics that many were confused about what was going on.

The V-Day post was pretty bad for them, they usually didn't come right out and say there were problems. She clearly stated that he was becoming someone she didn't recognize or love and he called her a nightmare. Everything pretty much went off the rails after that with R deleting pretty much everything of her on his Insta, while she went all in on that dog that seems to be nowhere to be found (btw where are all the dogs, especially the two she most recently adopted?).

That Hello article was eye-opening, but what happened the night before is when everyone realized this wasn't just a small fight. She deleted him from her Insta and blocked him. They did have this small little moment a couple of weeks before the article stating they were a family always, which makes me think this is when R let her know he was officially leaving and got the ball rolling on their separation (still don't believe they were ever married because they never celebrated that day after the “ceremony”). I have changed my mind on the article drop so many times, but I now think this was a shot at C because she was stalling about making concessions about money and/or house. Look at how long it took to finally get her out.

I do wonder if the fake reconciliation and his showing up to her events (and taking her on a trip) was a compromise to get her out of his house, set up her new place, and finalize everything. I truly believe that they were not living together for almost all of 2023 and used her new place (R’s place that he kept for his art) when they were not staying at the house with the kids.

I also believe that C tried to use the Europe trip as a reconciliation, but R was not having it. All her posts were to prove something, but R was putting in next to no effort. If you can find her birthday pics, look at his face, he doesn't want to be around her (he definitely gained weight during the strike and think it is because of this shit she was putting him through about the separation). So much of their interactions were for her to put up a front for her friend’s wedding at the end of September. She is not someone with the confidence to show up to that type of event alone. During this time, he barely acknowledged her but started putting on a better front after people were questioning it and calling it out. Let's remember that they never kissed during this “reconciliation” and they never had a problem with PDA when things were good or when they were willing to put on a show.

I am also of the belief that the screenshot - whether his (I also think his circle knows if he is bi and C has been subtly hating on the LGBTQ community for a while now) or someone close to him - was intentional because she was stalling again or thought they were trying again. I have seen theories that some think she left him over this, but I think that is far from the truth. I truly believe she would still be with him if she could.

C continues to play the victim to this day on her unfiltered account. She used to keep that away from her main but has thrown shots at R about leaving in the fall, etc. I definitely think she is doing the revenge body to prove a point, but I don't think she gets why R left her.

Thanks anon for this explicit and put together answer. I loved reading it.

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sky-squido · 2 years

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Linking Adventure!!!

OKAY SO I FINALLY CAVED

i’ve been daydreaming about link redesigns for years but always figured it was too big a project or nobody would want Yet Another Link Redesign but i actually love every link redesign i’ve seen and there have been more and more lately (props you guys they’re all awesome) so here are mine! i have no intentions to turn this into a full AU even if i do have the plot for it kicking around my brain, i just wanted to share my fun character ideas :3 obligatory disclaimer that this is not LinkedUniverse (or linkedmaze, or linkverse, or bonus links, or—) so don’t tag it as such!

it’s called “Linking Adventure” because *cough* maybe it was an adventure but also because the Point of the adventure is to link the three timelines together before the universe disintegrates. fun! this selection of links, then, is all the ones who get recruited for the quest.

here’s how that went down btw:

Hylia/Zelda (“Vega” in this AU): UGGGGH SkSw Link (“Altair” in this AU): what’s wrong? Vega: I JUST COMMUNED WITH THE GOLDEN GODDESSES Altair: oh no Vega: THEY LET THIS NINE YEAR OLD BREAK THE FABRIC OF REALITY. TWICE Altair: oh no Vega: AND NOW THEY’RE TRYING TO FIX IT Altair: yay? Vega: BY SMASHING ALL THE REALITIES TOGETHER Altair: oh dear. where is this? Vega: in like a buncha millennia Altair: oH. so wait where will you be you at the time? Vega: I doN’t KnOW! Altair: can i help? Vega: yes please Altair: cool. how do i do that. Vega: I’m gonna yell at Nayru and get her to yeet you into the future. there’s three heroes, one in each timeline, whose help you’re gonna need Altair: nice Vega: Oh also go grab the Hero of Legend, too. He’s pals with her oracle and will definitely come in handy Altair: sick Vega: cool okay so to stabilize the Convergence you’re going to need to find the full Triforce in each era and merge them together—that should hold most of reality together pretty solidly. you’ll need each timeline’s master sword to do that, though, since it’s the only artifact strong enough to withstand that kind of power. Also you can’t bring your own Master Sword because that might break reality. i’m sorry. is that too much? you’ve done so much already, you don’t have to— Altair: this isn’t like last time, though. i’ve got more experience, there’s no demon king to fight, and you’ll be safe. that’s all that matters. Vega: thank you. so much. Altair: just don’t erect any statues in my honor while i’m gone Vega: no promises!

and then he went and found everyone and they had a little adventure. here’s the gang! (transcriptions and clarifications of the handwritten text under the cut)

And here’s just some concept sketches about how they’d all fit together as a team

transcription: Favored battle positions (this is really loose) Wind— ranged support Altair— taking out main enemy’s weak point Fire— high damage output Traveler— distract enemy Night— misc.

Anyway! don’t expect more content of this! i just don’t have the patience for comics and i wouldn’t want to tell the story any other way.

cool! transcriptions below the cut:

FIRE: “The Big Guns” [LoZ 1 & 2] 19 yo (she/her) Nicknamed herself for her favorite spell - uses she/her, don’t question it - has Down Syndrome & ASD - is mostly nonverbal - can speak with a stutter but prefers to sign - if she gets emotional while signing, her hands Will catch fire - abandoned as a baby and raised by fairies - insane magical potential - near-constantly casting life to counteract various health complications - her favorite spell is fire. - she did not hide from Ganon’s cult - fiercely protective & loyal - is very no-nonsense; to the point - when she casts fire, the ends of her scarf flare out like fairy wings - her hands always glow faintly so she can be “heard” in the dark - solves problems with fire - prefers to speak with actions over voice or sign

TRAVELER: [aLttP, OoA, OoS, LA, ALBW] 17 yo (he/him) Nicknamed himself for his passion in life - LOVES adventuring & traveling - hates fighting—prefers to avoid/distract enemies - incredibly fast & agile—attacks by surprise - the lightning strike just before Koholint made him almost completely deaf - and gave him arrhythmia (tachycardia) - gets chest pains/short of breath sometimes - when he’s backed into a corner, he’ll go feral with his magic rods - kid’s a walking encyclopedia - super kindhearted—cannot refuse someone who needs help - incredibly curious & nosy (if someone needs help, he will find out about it) - prefers to sign, but can still talk, since he could hear for most his life, but sometimes he’s hard to understand b/c he’s been deaf for a year. - his eyes are really, REALLY vibrant blue ever since he used the Triforce the second time—they glow faintly in the dark - somehow more level-headed when in danger than when he’s safe - he’s like a freaking cockroach he WILL NOT die - damage reduction items have no effect on pain <3 - pretends Koholint never happened (claims to have only been on 4 adventures) - ✨avoidance coping✨ (Dialogue Sample): “hey, is this place upsetting you? If it helps, I’ve catalogued 4 separate exit routes and have strategies set up for handling all the monsters we’re likely to encounter here!” (Outfit Description): he has pegasus boots, the magic cape from aLttP (which turns him invisible and invincible), the Protection Ring from OoA/OoS (which makes him take 1 heart of damage from every attack), the red tunic from ALBW (which reduces damage taken by 75%), and the Heart Ring L-2 from OoA/OoS (which heals him over time)

WIND [WW+PH] 14 yo (he/him) Nicknamed himself for his position as Wind Waker and his love for the ocean’s breezes - ADHD (hyperactive) and misophonia - he will flip out if a noise bothers him too much - somehow, he always seems upbeat—master of mind over matter - never loses sight of the big picture - can be curled up in a ball, crying, hands over his ears, and still say with full certainty that he loves life - “I’m not okay, but I will be, and that’s enough for me.” - If he loses hope, the world is literally ending - Really Freaking Good with a bow and arrow - his ice, fire, and light arrows are so OP - uses one of Tetra’s cutlasses ever since he jammed the Master Sword into Ganondorf’s skull - he’s had a no-killing-humanoids policy since then, too (clarification: he’ll only kill things that burst into purple smoke upon death) - even though Phantom Hourglass took 10 irl minutes, he counts those months towards his age - has no items from PH except for the empty hourglass - the Pirate’s Charm around his neck glows faintly in the dark. members of the Royal Family can speak through it—everyone else can only play the messages he’s recorded on it - oh yeah, he can record and play audio messages on it (Dialogue Sample): “how dare you! that’s the same as just giving up!“ (Outfit Description): friendship bracelet Aryll made (a set of 4 for her, Tetra, Wind, and Grandma); bracelet of grass he learned how to weave in the Ocean King’s world; custom made coat a 13th b-day present from Tetra (he’ll grow into it); socks were a gift from Aryll

ALTAIR [SkSw] 22 yo (he/him) Nicknamed himself for his Loftwing, who he named after the brightest start in Aquila, the eagle constellation - ADHD (inattentive) - has prophetic dreams - Team mom energy - usually tries to avoid combat—focus on support/defense (clarification: unless he deems it appropriate to draw his sword, in which case, Oh No) - may or may not be the King of Hyrule - he is trying to be very diplomatic—likes to talk things out - loves talking about everyone’s feelings but his own - he’s the kind of person you grow really close to really fast and tell everything to and then realize several months in that you know NOTHING about him - kind of under a lot of pressure—acts like it doesn’t affect him so people still feel comfortable coming to him for help - he’s nominally in charge cuz Hylia sent him to grab the others but he honestly doesn’t care—it’s all Laissez-faire - unless you make him angry - it’s very hard to make him angry - but when he is, he’s like a completely different person—grows completely silent and becomes brutally efficient - his left eye’s been purple ever since Demise—don’t worry, it’s totally fine and normal for it to be doing that.

NIGHT [TP] 23 yo (she/her) Nicknamed herself night because night is what comes after the twilight and she felt really lost after the events of TP - just kind of a girl dw about it - what happened to her leg? well she HAD it when she fought Ganondorf... idk where it went~ she’s got her knee but nothing below that - she got that canon repair guy to make her a new leg - it has a gun in it. it shoots explosive rounds & has 10 shots - she’s ambidextrous and decided to take full advantage of that by dual wielding blades - ever since she lost her leg, she had this awesome fighting style where she switches frequently between hylian and wolf, darting around the battlefield on 3 legs before shifting into a hylian in midair, lashing out with both blades, and landing as a wolf. she’s very good at it but after a long battle she’ll be sick for a little while from the magic. - takes on the leader role determinedly. fiercely protective - she cares so, so deeply and honestly all the time. it hurts so much but she can’t help it and doesn’t want to. she’ll keep caring even if it kills her. - has, on some level, lost hope that she’ll ever be happy. Ordon feels intensely wrong, somehow, and she doesn’t know where else to go. everywhere she goes, she feels trapped. - Midna said “see you later” and then destroyed the portal. Night doesn’t take people at their word. She won’t be vocal about it, but she won’t believe them, either. - harbors distrust towards Altair but still cares so deeply for him. fully expecting to get backstabbed and that the pain of it will kill her (clarification: this killing is metaphorical)

more art of them here!

#squido's op #loz #linking adventure #this is not gonna be a thing nope nope nope #squido writes #squido draws #legend of zelda

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