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#might delete might not since i stand by this forever
causticsunshine · 2 months
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#thinking about finishing my 1d fics again and while with one super old wip i figured out how to write it sans heavy ot5 friendship dynamic#the two sequel fics for ‘swear i’ve known you since forever’ in ATSCO series…. oooh i fear i am Fucked#it’s not that i have beef with ot5 fic really it just feels weird for me personally to be writing it so#heavy handedly this many years on? and controversial take mayhaps but there are still plenty super involved ot5 fans out there putting out#mmm weird vibes? delusional even? not all of them ofc#but enough that i’ve seen especially on twitter and iii don’t want the association just bc i kept the dynamic in a fic i wrote lmao#(also i have some thoughts and opinions on things and people i did not have in the past too so! that doesn’t help)#i think for ATSCO i’m just gonna have to commit because i am Not rethinking a whole new plot for that series 4 years down the line#especially after i rewrote the whole plot like 5 times as well as the first fic in the series several more times as well…..#i’m not doing it again!! i’m not!! so if i DO finish either one of these fics specifically. please know if ot5 element stays in#moreso in ATSCO than the other one which has remained a secret 4 years on#know what i stand for and who i am… i know this matters to few but me but i’m putting it out there nonetheless#it’s still gonna be a hot minute before any fics get finished bc where my interests are rn and my focusing on art but! i stand by my word#and my fics are still intended to be completed!#(also sidenote i am. no longer replying to any update inquiries on here or ao3! i’ve already said why in the past that they#stress me out rather than encourage me so i’m gonna leave it at that! i honestly might even start to delete them from my inbox / comments#just because they get to me that bad like i literally avoid ao3 because of it so. yeah! pls don’t send me update inquiries <3)#alex talks
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jenlrossman · 6 months
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Tuvix as a metaphor for Janeway's mindset throughout Voyager
When Tuvok and Neelix merged into a new individual after a transporter malfunction, Tuvix was born. Possessing a combination of the memories and personalities of his component parts while still being his own unique self, Tuvix quickly proved he was more than just a transporter accident, showing he had potential to find his place among the crew of Voyager and settle in to this new normal.
And when Janeway learned of a way to separate him, bringing back Tuvok and Neelix, Tuvix was killed. Against his wishes, against the doctor's ethical subroutines, Tuvix was killed.
I'm not going to discuss whether or not this was right. That's an entirely different subject that many people have debated ad nauseam.
I just want to talk about how the decision to kill Tuvix and bring back Tuvok and Neelix might actually be the defining moment in developing Kathryn Janeway's mindset for the rest of the series. The sometimes questionable mindset best described as
"There's the right way, the wrong way, and the Janeway."
To Captain Janeway, Tuvix is a problem to solve. He is the thing standing in the way of the status quo, the thing preventing her from seeing her loved ones again.
She says as much, when Kes is expressing reservations about developing feelings for Tuvix and says she hasn't given up on the idea of him being separated.
You’re experiencing what people on this crew have been going through since we first got stranded in this quadrant. Do we accept that we're separated from our loved ones forever, or do we hold onto the hope that someday we'll be with them again?
Tuvix, therefore, is a physical representation of being stuck in the Delta quadrant. He is the thing preventing them from being with their loved ones, and she might not be able to get everyone home right now if ever, but she's going to do everything she can to see Tuvok and Neelix again.
Whether or not it is right for her to kill Tuvix, that isn't as important to her as proving—to herself and to her crew—that she is going to do anything she can to get them home, and killing him is a symbolic representation of that.
We see this mindset continue throughout the series, and the Lower Decks episode Twovix gives us some great examples.
While most of the crew is dealing with another transporter malfunction, Boimler and Rutherford are dealing with holographic representations of various things the Voyager crew encountered. And they just happen to be some of Janeway's greatest hits… Or misses.
Michael "delete the wife" Sullivan—Janeway's holographic Irish boy toy, who she widowed and altered to suit her preferences even though those episodes deal with the possibility of all holograms having a chance to achieve sentience
The macrovirus—which was dealt with by Janeway unleashing it on a crowd of (again, possibly sentient?) holograms
The personification of fear—the clown who was defeated when Janeway went so far to save her crew that she literally made the concept of fear afraid of her
Chaotica—Janeway didn't particularly want to play the role of Queen Arachnia but she got very into it because when push comes to shove, she really doesn't mind being the villain if it means protecting her crew
And of course, the Borg…
The series finale of Voyager is the ultimate example of the "anything to see our loved ones again" mindset Janeway shows in Tuvix.
Voyager gets home. It takes 23 years, but they get home.
However, Seven is lost along the way, Chakotay dies after reaching earth, and the delay in getting home has exacerbated Tuvok's Vulcan equivalent of Alzheimer's to the point that he is not himself anymore.
Three of the most important people in her life, gone.
So what does she do? Of course she doesn't accept that, she can't, she never has been able to.
Kathryn Janeway goes back in time, erases the lives of everyone in the universe to rewrite history on her terms, she defeats the goddamn Borg—just to see them again.
And of course she does it herself. As we learned in Tuvix when the doctor refuses to separate him, Janeway doesn't care. She'll do it all herself, ethical consequences be damned, she just needs everyone she loves to get back to the Alpha quadrant.
So whether or not it was right to separate Tuvix, it doesn't matter. The right way, the wrong way, none of that matters. Not to her, not as long as doing things the Janeway gets everyone she cares about home safely.
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creedslove · 6 months
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CARIÑO MIO 💔
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Javier Peña x f!reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, embarrassment, sort of abusive relationship, violent (ex) boyfriend, Javi being protective
A/N: this idea stuck with me the whole day after I read this request, I couldn't simply write headcanons on it, it needed to be longer because ugh 🤌 also, I was indecisive between Javi or Joel, but this screams Javi so yeah... also, there's one line that was totally inspired by a dialog between Monica an Chandler from Friends. I don't recall seeing that scene on the show so it might be a deleted scene, but I thought it fit perfectly our Javi P and his cariño!
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Javier blew some smoke as he stood in front of the window, he knew Gabriella would take forever to get ready, and even if it annoyed him, because she always did it on purpose, telling him she wouldn't take more than a few minutes and always getting late to events, he was also glad about it, since he didn't want to go at all.
Usually, he would be up for it on a regular basis, but not when he knows he's gonna see you there. You, his cariño, the woman Javier had loved the most in his life, but also he had lost it for not being enough for you. He remembered every single detail about your relationship together, he always assumed that was a girl thing to do, because he had never bothered memorizing dates or small things that could have happened between him and his partner, but that was it only until he fell in love with you, the hardest he had ever felt towards anyone, and then he realized that yeah, he kept every single small detail in his mind because he cherished it. From the moment you two flirted for the first time, to how you started to hang out, sleep together and all the bliss that followed until you two broke up, he kept it all in his heart. He still remembered how you ended their relationship, you were tired of putting up with his erratic behavior, of expecting from him something he couldn't give you.
"I'm tired of being your tutor in this relationship, if you are too scared of being in a relationship, just don't be in one"
You had told him after one argument and Javier saw you were right, he was a grown man who was afraid of being called your boyfriend, of thinking of proposing to you some day and to be seen holding your hand. He was pathetic and he knew it, he also knew you deserved better than that, so he did what you told him: he took the decision of not being in a relationship with you any longer and set you free, so you could actually meet someone who could take care of you.
He just didn't know it would hurt as bad as it did, that he would miss you as much as he did, but life went on and there was nothing he could do, after watching you getting over him, he just figured maybe he could do the same. And that was how he met Gabriella. She wasn't you, she never could be, but she was pretty and Javier liked that. However, when he heard you had found yourself a new guy, Javi didn't know what to do with himself. He wanted to be a decent person and be happy for you, but he couldn't lie to himself and say he was happy for you, because he wasn't. It made his skin crawl to even think of another man touching you, even if he already had a new girlfriend, it was a thought that disturbed him and he didn't like it one bit.
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"I see you haven't quit smoking yet, Javier…" you said with a smirk as you saw him standing on the sidewalk, taking another puff while everyone was probably already inside and having their fun. Not Javi, though, he would always stop for a cigarette, and even if you had asked him to quit and he started an experience period with his nicotine gum, all in order to please you, when you two broke up, he had no reason to stop smoking at all, not that you complained about it, but you worried about his health, and that warmed his heart to no end.
"I got no reason to quit cari-" he cleared his throat "and you know you can still call me Javi… there's no need to be formal"
You chuckled and folded your arms, looking at him and bit your lips
"Yeah, but you aren't my Javi… not anymore at least" you shrugged. "Besides, if you don't want to be so formal, why don't you call me cariño anymore?" You asked and raised your eyebrow at him, who just ran his thumb over his bottom lip and remained silent.
You looked at him and wondered if you should properly greet him, perhaps a hug? A kiss on the cheek? A handshake? No, that would be pathetic. You took a step closer just as he threw away his cigarette butt and walked towards you, perhaps he missed your physical touch just as much as you missed his. You couldn't ask him, but as his body language showed he was so eager to wrap his arms around your body, then yes, maybe he did miss you as much.
"Come on, Javi, let's get inside!" Gabriella's squeaky voice interrupted whatever was about to happen between the two of you and Javier had no other option but to follow her inside.
As you all were scattered around the table - Gabriella and Javier, sitting across from you and your boyfriend, along with your other friends in common - you tried to make yourselves at ease, but it was odd. You couldn't stop comparing your boyfriend to Javier and how inferior he was; he couldn't simply be compared to Javi, because Javier Peña was like a walking sin, he was handsome, sweet, funny, and no one would ever touch you the way he did. You were doomed to have the ghost of Javier haunting all your relationships because you simply couldn't break the spell you were under.
Javier on the other hand, just stared at you, like he did when you both were together, he just loved watching you talk to whoever it was, friends, family, people you'd just met… it didn't matter, he just loved observing you with the same intent one would observe a work of art. You were intelligent to the point it was so easy and natural for you to speak about pretty much anything with a lot of confidence. You were polite and sweet, but also assertive when necessary, it just brought a sense of peace and pride to him, he was just proud you were his… or used to be, at least, it was hard for him to get rid of that claim he felt towards you, but in a way it was like you were still his. He frowned softly as he saw your boyfriend opening his mouth to agree with whatever stupidity Gabriella had said that embarrassed him. He saw you rolling your eyes at the subject and he couldn't help but smirk, after all, you were still his girl.
When the food arrived, Javier finally realized how hungry he was, the burgers were pretty good, the fries were exactly the way he liked and of course that wasn't as good as the food you made him, but that would do. He wiped his lips softly with a napkin but something was still missing.
"Can you please pass me the salt, cariño?"
Javi's voice was soft and distracted as he extended his hand to welcome the salt shaker at the same time you absent-mindedly handed it to him
"Of course mi amor"
The silence was deafening and it took you a few seconds until you realized what you'd said. Your eyes were wide as you noticed how big was the shit you got yourself into. The mood was absolutely dead, and you had killed it. Javier looked at you with a shocked expression, he had no idea where that came from, but he liked it, even if Gabriella was digging her nails into his arms and your boyfriend's teeth were about to shatter at how hard he was clenching his jaw. Your other friends just looked at each other and smiled awkwardly, immediately changing the subject but that wasn't enough to lift the spirits, quite the opposite, the tension was thick and you cleared the throat.
"Uh… here it is, the salt I mean… Javier'' you said his name slowly and avoided everyone's stares, looking down at your burger but realizing you weren't hungry anymore. As people slowly went back to chatting, you excused yourself and headed for the restroom, washing your face and sighing as you thought of what the fuck had happened. You didn't know exactly what was up, you were so distracted, Javi had called you by your old nickname at the same time you simply responded by using the nickname you used for him. You used to be his cariño just as he used to be your amor. It was an awkward situation, that could be seen as kind of cute, if it weren't for how angry your boyfriend was the moment you stepped out of the restroom.
He gripped your arm making you wince in pain at how strong it was
"What the fuck was that, huh? Calling Peña that in front of everyone? If you don't have respect for yourself fine, not my problem, I should've known how a woman who sleeps with a man like Peña isn't worth it, but the least you could do is respect me!"
You groaned and tried getting rid of his grip, shocked to see how violent he could turn, of course you had never liked him as much as you did Javi, but you thought he was at least a nice guy. You swallowed, fear taking over you as he didn't seem to be willing to let go of your arm.
"Get off her now" Javier's voice was calm but firm as he stood behind your boyfriend, his blood was boiling to see your scared eyes, but as a good cop, he was very focused and knew he needed to calm down. "Get off her now and leave" Javier repeated his words but the moment he saw your boyfriend wasn't moving, he pushed him against the wall and reached for his gun, knowing the man would run away as soon as he saw Javi holding his pistol, which was a card he hated pulling, but he didn't think twice if it meant that asshole would keep his hands away from you.
Once you and Javier were alone, he gently held your arm, rubbing it softly where your boyfriend, well, surely ex-boyfriend at that very moment, had held you with a strong grip.
"Come on, let me take you home…" and you scoffed
"Yeah, because Gabriella will love to see you giving me a ride"
"She left with the rest of our friends… you really know how to kill the vibe" he winked at you and made you chuckle, a blush spreading through your cheeks as you looked at him
"Listen Javi… I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-"
"Cariño, I also didn't mean to, it's okay, it was out of habit, but hey, it was pretty good to see I'm still your Javi, tu amor" he smiled at you and you wanted to kill him for being such a sweet, charming man, who could just make your heart melt and your knees get weak at the slightest words.
"Yeah, well, I didn't hate to know I'm still your cariño… you don't call your girlfriend that, do you?"
He placed his hand on your face, caressing your cheeks gently with his thumb, the distance between the two of you completely closed.
"I could never call anyone that, hermosa… you are my cariño, you and no one else, it had only been you, mi amor" he said sweetly and leaned in, lips resting against yours.
No matter how much you both struggled against your feelings: he was your Javi, tu amor, and you would always be his cariño.
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matan4il · 2 months
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Idk if you know who Noah Schnapp is but I feel so sad for him. He seems like a sweet kid and The internet has been sending him death threats and trying to get him fired because he’s pro Israel/anti Hamas. Noah is gay and Jewish the two groups Hamas hates the most of course he’s not gonna support them
Hi Nonnie!
I do know who Noah is. I think he seems like a nice guy, I was really happy for him when he was able to come out as gay, and get such a positive reaction, first from his family, then from the public.
He visited Israel back in July, almost 3 months before Oct 7, and already he was getting attacked simply for that. I think it's SICK in the worst way possible, that Jewish people are getting harassed for even simply visiting their ancestral land, and it's the kind of racism we wouldn't see turned on ANY other marginalized group in the US. Kids of Mexican descent don't get attacked simply for visiting Mexico, African Americans don't get vilified for visting Africa, no matter what people think of these countries. It's anti-Jewish racism to do this to Jews, and it should be loudly called out and condemned. Noah was brave to post about this visit, he was brave to explicitly say he had never felt as alive as he did visiting his ancestral land, and getting to know fellow young Jews here, but he shouldn't have to be.
By now, however, as the attacks on him intensified since Hamas' massacre, and Noah's continued support for Israel, of native Jewish rights in our land, and calling out Hamas for being the vile organization they are (you're right, it is vile to Jews AND to gay people. In fact, it's an organization that should be vile to ANYONE who claims to care about human rights), he's deleted most of his posts from his visit here on his IG, only one remains, and he removed the caption for that one, which is that one that IIRC said he's never felt more alive. Now there's no caption, and it's still apparently taking a lot out of him to simply keep it up on his account.
He did try to backtrack, IDK to what a degree he might have been pressured to. He's certainly not the first Jewish celeb I've seen having to do that, and later admitting they were motivated by fear and harssment. The "kind" anti-Israel crowd is definitely implying Noah is only doing it due to Stranger Things' new season which is about to be released. I'm afraid whatever the reason, he's about to find out that if the antisemites can't tokenize you to use you against other Jews, then you're forever a "bad Jew," and nothing you say will ever change that. On the way, I guess he'll disappoint many Jewish followers, who looked up to him when he was one of the few celebs, even more so one of a handful of young celebs, to stand by Israel. The anti-Israel crowd claims to be persecuted, silenced and bullied, but as far as I can tell, especially with young people like him, they're the ones doing the persecuting, silencing and bullying. I'm really saddened that he felt he had to backtrack his support of Israel, to a great degree because it tells me just how severe the attack and pressure on him must be, and I just don't want any Jew to suffer.
But this actually brings me to another, maybe more important point: just because celebrities have a bigger stage than the rest of us, it doesn't mean they know more about politics than others. If Noah, as a Jew, could safely speak about his experiences as a young Jewish man, I think that would be fantastic, just like I think it's great whenever a queer celeb comes out of their own accord and shares some of their experiences. It's a really sad thing to realize that in 2024, it's safer to talk about being gay, and to speak up for gay rights, than to be Jewish and speak against antisemitism, or about Jewish experiences, or for Jewish rights. But beyond sharing personal experiences, celebrities don't understand a conflict as complex as the Israeli-Arab one, and with as much history as this one has, more than the average Tiktoker. Neither one is an authority, and neither one should be who people go to for their political views. The fact that people look at Tiktokers as any kind of authority, or have expectations from celebs regarding political views and bully them for the "wrong" ones (based on what Tiktokers said) is a part of what has gone horribly wrong with modern society.
The internet was supposed to help us fight misinformation through the availability of facts. Instead, we see repeatedly how what is true falls prey to what is viral.
Sending big hugs, and I hope you're doing good! xoxox
(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)
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xblackreader · 7 months
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Here’s a lil deleted chapter from C’mere Lover Boy! I take tips in bio 😏🤭 ONLY ON TUMBLR
Nacom (Closer)
Attuma x Okoye | 5K+ words | MDNI 18+
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Sharp pounding at Okoye's door shakes her entire house and she seethes as she approaches the entrance. it could only be one person, so brutishly offending her in the early hours of morning.
When she opens the door, Attuma is standing there with a very small, barely distinguishable smile on his face and a large bouquet of flowers in his hand.
"You know, there's no need to knock down my house just to give me some flowers, Attuma," She says, taking the bouquet and smelling the roses. She sighs, The smell is wonderful, but she won't admit that out loud. "You're not going to win me over like this, I don't care how much you try."
"You are very radiant this dawn, sunlight." He said, deep voice sending a giggle up her throat. Okoye covers her mouth quickly, and Attuma's grin widens. He likes to see her smile. She turns into her home and places the flowers on the counter so she can prepare a vase. "I've come to walk you to the palace for today's training. I am always excited to see how you command your army. You have a strong presence, a leader of men."
"A leader of women." She corrects.
"A leader of all." He fires back.
She places the roses and baby's breath in a crystalized vase, the sun sparkling off dew that clung to her living room windows, a testament to the cool, rainy season coming.
"Yes, and if you had not been such a pain in the neck, you might have had the honor of serving under me," She replied, smirking at the thought. He is not so prideful that he won't admit she is his equal, but he is so that he could not serve under her without a fight.
His firm warm chest pressed against her back, and she shuddered when he caged her in with his strong arms on both sides of her, "It would be my honor to be beneath you, in ya'akunaj." He whispered.
Her cheeks flushed hotly as she pushed him away from her, "Attuma," She scolded him, and he shrugged, capturing her waist with only one very large hand.
"I would be a lucky man, but I think you would be luckier if I had the pleasure of having you serve underneath me…” she pinched him and he chuckled. “Or, we could have been ruling the world together. Imagine, the entire surface kneeling at our feet." He said, watching her bend over to put on her shoes, his eyes on her backside. She stands and looks over her shoulder.
"It's not the world that needs to kneel. Come along," She says, gathering her training gear, The door shuts behind her as she locks it and they begin their short morning walk through to the Golden City.
"It is, my love," He replies, his eyes following a bird, flying through the trees, "My heart still pounds when I think of our very first encounter. You are incomparable."
Okoye puffed out her cheeks and turned away from him to hide how giddy he made her feel. "You are talking so much today! Why must you plague me with all your thoughts?"
Attuma smiled crookedly, "I find myself only feeling comfortable enough to speak with you at such lengths. Namora says I never stop talking when we're alone, too. I suppose you are just my closest confidant as of now." And forever, hopefully.
"Am I?" She asked, stopping in front of him, turning on her heel to face him, skin absorbing all the light from the rising sun and he wanted. When she breathed, he wanted. When she spoke, he wanted. "You are so bold, Nacom."
The grunt that left his chest was incensed, and he pulled her in by her waist. "You know how it affects me when you call me that."
"Do I? I hadn't noticed..." She responded, placing a palm on his chest, fingers curling around his collarbone.
This playful teasing and flirting was to become dangerously normal for her. SHe was far too used to the butterflies he sent wild in her chest and stomach, with every tender touch. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her, and his rough hands felt so good. His thumb, circling around her bare shoulder, was a pleasant distraction. They approached the transport ship that would take them directly to the palace balcony.
"You are making this very hard." He said, releasing her when she walked forward, to put her things on the transport. She greeted GRIOT, and told him Attuma would be traveling with her as well.
"What?" She said, coyly.
"Keeping my distance, out of respect for you."
Okoye turned again and placed a finger on his chin. "Maybe I'm testing your restraint, Nacom. I wouldn't want you to lose interest because you got everything you wanted."
He captured her hand in his, and looked over her entirely, "I can promise you, Never."
The doors opened, and the sun shone down on her skin and made her even more beautiful as if she needed any help. He followed her onto the flying ship, and took his seat behind her, looking about the aircraft uneasily.
Okoye took one look at him and snorted, "You're nervous. Of course you are. A great warrior, such as yourself, is scared of a flying boat."
Attuma huffed, slamming a foot onto the ground and shaking the ship. "Not scared. Cautious. How do we know that this machine won't just fall out of the sky? Technology is unreliable, in ka'ane."
"And magic is reliable?" She countered, raising a brow at him. He frowned, knowing she was right. Magic is just as unreliable. She smiled, "We fly to the palace every day, Nacom, it's not a problem. Trust me."
The craft began to rise and Attuma gripped the side railing, his knuckles turning white. "If the ancestors will it, the spirits will watch over us. There is nothing to fear." He said, trying to reassure himself.
She tried not to laugh, she really did. But she couldn't hold it in, "You are cute, my warrior. We'll be there in no time."
"If this falls, Okoye, I want you to know, I have no regrets."
"Shut up! You Talokanil, so dramatic!"
Arriving as the Dora Guard greeted them with Wakandan salutes and bowed heads, the two generals made their way to the training room.
"I must train with my guards. They must know how to use their spears in close combat," Okoye explained, her fingers sliding between his own, pulling him with her, "Would you like to participate?"
"If you need me for demonstration, I will make myself useful." He said, under his breath.
"Nacom," A Talokanil guard approached with a Talokanil salute, "Hello, Okoye of Midnight Angels." They greeted politely, shooting a short teasing look at their intertwined hands. "Nacom, Aju' Namora requests to see you for just a moment." The guard says.
"Very well," Attuma replied, and turned to Okoye, "Continue without me. This will not take long."
"Of course," Okoye replied.
When he disappeared, the Talokanil guard approached again and bowed their head to her, "You have his favor." He said, grinning, "I don't mean to speak out of my rank. Just... He does not gamble what he wants, and you, are very much wanted."
Okoye flushed, as the standing Dora on her sides snicker, "Thank you, uh-"
"My name is Ahti." The young man said.
"Ahti. Thank you. Now, please, everyone. Focus." Shee glared, and they regained composure.
The Dora Milaje stood in three rows, opening the door for her the enter the training facilities.
"Phakama ulwe!" She sounded, and the training Dora all took position calling back to her. "Wakanda Forever!"
'Excellent," SHe praised, walking between ranks as she assessed the group. "Good morning ladies!"
"Good morning General," They called back, saluting in unison.
"Now, we will be practicing with the Spear and staff. We will also have a very special guest joining us for this exercise, General Attuma."
The girls all looked about themselves to locate him with haste.
Okoye shook her head, "He is currently preoccupied with work. He will arrive at an agreed-upon time!" She informed.
"I'm certain he'd arrive whenever she would ask it..." One Dora whispered.
"Night or day," Another giggled.
"Girls, focus. He may be a good-looking, strong, charming-"
"Oh Bast," One whispered, and they all fell into giggles.
Okoye sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Yes, yes, he's- Yes." She cleared her throat, suddenly feeling very warm. "Please, let's get started. The faster we go, the faster you can meet him, alright? So, let's start. Spear and Staff. First, a quick warm-up."
Attuma watched them from the doorway. He saw her move and speak and lead. It was so incredibly impressive. Making himself known, he lumbered into the room, stoic and unreadable. Okoye smiled at him, and the Dora all fell silent.
"Imibuliso kuni, Dora Milaje." He addressed the women.
"Good morning, General Attuma." They echoed.
"Good, everyone is here. Ladies, this is General Attuma of Talokan. He will be teaching us a very important lesson on Spear and Staff." Okoye explained, gesturing for him to come closer.
He did, standing beside her and looking over the group.
The group was still and quiet, all staring in awe at his appearance. His blue skin, and imposing aura. "For our first demonstration, I will need a volunteer." She stated, looking them over, "I will not pick, I will wait for a volunteer."
She did not wait long, a few women raised their hands, and Okoye scanned over the group. "Bisola." He said, pointing at a girl at the back.
The Dora approached the mat with confidence and held out her spear, bowing her head.
"Okay, Bisola. What would you say is the difference between General Attuma of Talokan and you?"
The young lady looked over General Attum and his throat rumbled with a grunt, "He is very big, General. Much bigger than you as well."
The girls giggled.
"A proper assessment of General Attuma, Bisola." Okoye warned, "Say you encounter the General on the battlefield-" She starts.
"Bast forbid." One said, causing agreement throughout the room.
"Inzolo!" Okoye commanded, slamming her spear down twice. The room went silent.
Bisola cleared her throat, "He is much larger than me, General. Not human, as far as the eye can see. Heightened strength and appearance." The young soldier looked over his gear. "Heavily armed, and unpredictable."
Okoye hummed, walking around Bisola. "Very good."
Attuma shot a look to Okoye and she responded with a nod.
"Ugwayimbo." She commanded and Bisola struck her spear out, bringing it overhead to slice at Attuma with one movement.
Attuma caught it with his hand and pulled the spear from her, tossing it aside with a clatter and throwing a fist forward, stopping just short of Bisola's face.
"J'ach xaan." He said. "Slow." He translated, and Bisola paled at his massive fist.
"I agree, Nacom." She said, and nodded to him. "But perhaps your guard was down, Bisola?"
The young soldier nodded slowly, embarrassed. "Yes, General..."
Suddenly, her spear was back in her hand and Bisola faced the man towering over her with a new view. He sneered at her and she turned to Okoye.
"Do not insult him again, young lady," Okoye warned. ""Ugwayimbo!"
She lunged at him, and the two began fighting.
Okoye was pleased, seeing Bisola do better than before, she was able to land a few blows and was able to dodge his. Attuma moved with minimal effort, displaying his superior strength in her having to recover from each and every one of his blows. WHen she shot her weight too far forward with a strike however, he disarmed her and brought her down with a kick to her back. She landed on her knees but stood up for another round, and it was called.
"Cease. Oko kwanele." She said, and Bisola moved back and bowed, taking her place in the group.
"I see why you chose them," Attuma commented, and Bisola brightened, pleased.
"The lesson? We are not here to grow used to our sisters in arms. There are new enemies out there every day and you must be able to size them up and take them down. We will practice again, this time, with weapons," Okoye commanded, "You may choose the weapon you desire. Do not choose the same weapon, and if someone has chosen your desired weapon, choose another. There are no rules on the field of war. Understood?"
"Yes, General!"
"Nacom, A word," Okoye said, as the girls began to pair up and pick weapons.
"Of course," He said and walked out into the hall with her. "Yes, Okoye. Did I-?" He began and was interrupted with her hands on his face.
She pulled him down into a kiss, and his hand was immediately on her back, pulling her closer.
It was a few minutes before they came apart, and when they did, Attuma was grinning from ear to ear. A face she very rarely got to see on him. He was so reserved and serious, and even though it made her smile, she did love his more relaxed side.
"My Dora." He growled.
"Hush," She chided, "Not yet." Another soft kiss for them to share and she pet his hair down, fixing his ka'ansaj. "Thank you for helping me... I know you had very few hours to relax before your duties."
"There is no relaxation without you, Okoye." He admitted, and she shook her head.
"So sweet, my man..." He growled and picked her up, causing her to shush him and hold in her laughter. "Put me down! I am trying to work!" She laughed, and he kissed her.
"You are a tease," He said and put her down, watching her fix her clothing. "I will be off now, but I will see you when your training day is complete."
"Okay, will you walk me back home then?"
"Not today, my sunflower." He chided, kissing her hand when she pouted so cutely. "I have something to do, however, I will see you when you return home."
She nodded and he smiled, leaning down to kiss her lips softly, "Be safe,"
"And you as well, my Dora."
She nodded and watched him leave, taking a deep breath and collecting herself. SHe opened the doors and closed them, turning to see...
The entire training Dora watched her with knowing smiles.
"Oh, shut up!" SHe snipped.
The group burst into laughter, and she sighed, shaking her head and getting back to work.
"What was that, General?"
"I don't believe you've taught us the kiss of life..."
"Girls! That's it! Laps! Laps around the training grounds!"
"That's not fair!" "We're going to tell your man!"
"Outside now!"
...
The rain pelted the glass on the ship as she made her way back home. Okoye calmly hummed to herself and thought to herself what she would prepare for her and her bottomless pit to eat. Perhaps a large pot of stew and some rice and fish. He would be hungry, and it would last them a few days. She would make sure he had enough energy to take her on their bed and the floor and wherever else they wanted...
Biting her lips, she repositioned her legs as she landed and gathered her things. How he managed to get her to flustered even when in his absence befuddled her. He was a mystery; charming, handsome, and strong beyond belief. It was as if he was made specifically for her, and she knew just how much he adored her. He never let her forget it.
That sinking feeling in the back of her head whispered that it wouldn't last, but she didn't listen. She deserved this. She earned this.
Her kimoyo beads rang, and she picked up,
"Hey, babycakes sweet cheeks..." Ayo greeted monotone, and she rolled her eyes.
"Really, Ayo?"
"That's how Aneka taught me to say 'hello' now. Where are you?"
"I'm on my way home, it's pouring. So I'll have to run once I land." Okoye said, eyeing the hologram from her beads. "Why?"
"I heard your training seminar was... eventful." Ayo teased, and Okoye scoffed, walking out of the ship and looking around.
"General Attuma assisted me for a short demonstration if that's what you mean." She said, and her friend snorted.
"That's not what I heard."
"And what did you hear?" She asked, putting the keys to her ship away and walking to her home.
"That you had a little 'incident' during training."
"Incident?" Okoye questioned, and Ayo nodded, smirking.
"I heard that the great General Okoye and Nacom Attuma had a little 'battle'."
"It was a sparring session," Okoye answered.
"With your women?" Ayo teased.
"They were doing the lesson."
"A lesson on loud shut-door rendevous'?"
"Ayo!" Okoye snapped and her friend laughed.
"Okay, okay... But seriously, are you happy?" Ayo asked, and Okoye stopped, looking at her.
"What?"
"I said are you happy? You've been spending lots of time with Talokan's General, I just want to know if you're happy." Ayo repeated, and Okoye bit her lip. "No need to answer me now... I just want you to know you deserve happiness, you always have."
Okoye's heart swelled, and she smiled.
"You're a sap,"
"Oh shut up." Ayo snapped, "Now go home and enjoy your evening. I'll see you soon enough, Lord M'baku keeps me preoccupied with his complaints and whining..."
Okoye laughs as she walks up her yard and opens to gate, quickly walking as the rain began to pour generously again. This would be good for her garden at least.
"Tell him to suck it up and talk to the Queen. I'm sure Shuri would appreciate the help."
"Yeah, maybe. Good Bye, Okoye."
"Bye, Ayo." The call disconnected and Okoye opened her door with a sigh, freezing when she saw the display in front of her.
The smell of cooked fish and spices filled the room, and her kitchen had been littered with food. A table had been set and there was a beautiful arrangement of flowers at the center.
She turned, hearing movement enter the room, and found him. Him... Her General. Dressed in his loose sweatpants and nothing else, looking just as surprised to see her and then slightly embarrassed.
"Okoye." Attuma greeted.
"Attuma... What is all of this?" She asked.
"A celebration." He answered, and her eyes widened, "A celebration of our union. I wanted to surprise you."
She stood silently and took him in, kind and compassionate. He towered in her home and he made everything so much better...
"You're wet." He stated, approaching her.
"Ye- I- what?" She said, blinking, and he reached for her face.
"It's raining outside. Your face is wet." He repeated, and she blinked, realizing she was crying.
"O-Oh." She said, and his thumb swiped her cheeks, wiping away her tears. "Y- yes! Yes..."
He graciously accepted this explanation and watched her struggle to remove her wet coat. "Mm... Sorry."
"No." He said simply.
"What?"
His warm hands were felt through each layer of her clothes and she avoided his eyes, ashamed of her thoughts. "You are never sorry, Okoye. Don't be." He chastised softly, his low voice reverberating in her body.
"Oh... Thank you, Attuma."
"Hm." He said the fire crackling in the corner made this even warmer than necessary. He was close enough to feel the heat from his skin and her mind wandered to what she was thinking of when the women interrupted.
"You have a good day today?" She asked, and he nodded.
"I had to report the success of our mission to Namor, however, your Queen has made the process more efficient and less taxing on the mind." He explained. "It was easier to report the information rather than have me relay the information myself."
"That's good."
"But you don't care." He said and she furrowed her brows at him.
"Of course, I do! WHat do you mean?"
STepping towards her, he backed her gently into her front door, closing her body in with his as she gasped. He was close, too close. "I can see how your eyes are following my hands and lips. You don't care about my day, and neither do I. We're here now." He pointed out, his eyes focused and trained on her face, taking her in, and his voice was deep and rumbling as the thunder. The thunder shook her house when his hands slid up to remove her shirt, leaving her bra. Her chest heaved and her eyes never left his. He smirked and moved, and his teeth scraped her ear. "I've waited all day for you, and I don't want to hear you say another word about the mission or training. It's a waste of time."
"Attuma..." She whispered, arching her back so her hands could capture his jaw.
"Come." He said, ignoring her pout. He pulled her away from the door and removed her boots and pants, and she tried did the same to him. Soon, she was in just her underwear and standing in front of her couch.
"Lay." He commanded and she sat, watching him place a blanket over her shivering body. He stepped toward the kitchen and she grabbed the remote for her television, turning it on.
"Here." He said, and she raised a brow, watching him. He returned to her side, presenting a plate of steamed vegetables and rice, and a large piece of fish. "You'll feed me, Attuma?" She asked softly, placing her legs over his thighs and pressing herself as close to him as possible.
"If you allow it." He said, and her heart fluttered, taking the plate and fork and beginning to cut the fish.
"Well, thank you. I'm famished." She said, taking a bite and groaning, chewing slowly. He pulled the blanket to swaddle her completely and smiled warmly when she reached up for a kiss.
"Mm." She hummed, pulling away. "Tastes amazing."
"Does it?" He asked, and she nodded, placing a hand on his pectoral muscle.
"So do you." She said, and he chuckled, cutting more so she could take bites.
"Mm." He fed her more, chuckling when she gasped as her favorite drama came on the television. "A new installment too." He commented, and she turned to him with stars in her eyes.
"You... planned this whole day?" She said, and he nodded.
"Every part. I want you to be happy."
Okoye tucked her chin into his chest and kissed his lips when he dipped his head, "I am..." I am happy, Ayo... "You make me so happy..."
He nodded and took the plate from his lap, placing it on the table. "We will watch this, and finish dinner after."
Okoye broke free of the blanket around her and captured his lips in another deep kiss, wrapping her legs around his hips.
"Thank you."
"No thanks needed."
"I-I'm serious. This is the most romantic night anyone has ever given me." She said, and he sighed, looking at her. "Then it is good, I am here now to offer you even more than this."
"Attuma..." She whispered, looking from his lips to his eyes.
"Yes, in reina?"
Her hips rolled into his, and he choked on a groan. "A- Attuma..."
"Yes, Okoye?"
"I... I need you." She whispered, and he blinked, nodding slowly.
"You have me, I am right here."
She rubbed her small hands down his abdomen and gently traced the raised scar tissue with her fingers. "I want to thank you properly..." SHe whispered, dismounting his lap to sit between his knees.
"In reina... Your show... You'll miss it."
Okoye ignored him, placing a kiss on his belly and grabbing the remote to turn the TV off. "That's not my concern right now..." She said, running her hands down his thighs.
"What are you doing?" He asked breathlessly, and her nose pressed into his soft stomach.
"I want to make you feel good." She whispered, clenching her thighs together. "You make me feel good, I want to return the favor,"
"Okoye-"
"No, Attuma. Let me." She said, and his hands reached under the blanket to rub her back, "Just let me be your woman."
He groaned when her fingers pulled at his boxers, "You are a temptress, In Reina..."
"Am I? I'm sorry..." She feigned an apology, nipping just above his pantline.
"Your touch." He confessed, "Your kiss. Your skin against mine. You're a beautiful creature and I can't keep my hands to myself."
"Then don't." She whispered, and he grunted as her hot breath tickled the thin hair on his belly. His chest widened further when he placed his arms over the back of her sofa, clenching his jaw in a way that made her whimper at the sight of him.
"Okoye... " He ordered, and she moaned, pulling her legs under her to kneel in front of him, and put her hands on his waistband pulling slowly.
He watched her breasts bounce in the confines of her black bra, and licked his lips.
"Are you going to stop me, my warrior?" She asked, and he growled.
"No."
"No? You'll let me take your clothes off, and not touch me?"
Attuma faltered, his eyes dark and steely. "What is it you want?" He growled.
Okoye nuzzled the front of his pants, smiling when he thrust his rapidly growing erection in her face. "Command me, Nacom..."
His voice was thick when he spoke again, "You are playing a dangerous game, my flower..."
"It's not a game, I promise you," Okoye said, "You always hold back with me... It's insulting." She said, feigning a sweet purse of her lips.
"I am not weak."
"And neither am I, Attuma. I can take what you have to offer. Command me. Make me yours..."
His eyes grew dark and she could feel him straining through the thin fabric of his boxers.
"Unburden me," Attuma growled, and Okoye did, pulling at the strings of his pants until his thick and heavy erection bounced against his belly.
She licked her lips and swallowed thickly, running her hand from his navel to the tip.
"My lord... My protector, my provider..." She whispered, and his body clenched, "Tell me what you want, Nacom.."
Attuma's jaw was clenched tight and he thought for a moment. "Take that wretched covering from your breasts. Let me look my fill."
She reached behind her, undoing the hooks and tossing the fabric onto the table, her chest rose with every breath and he leaned forward to capture both breasts in his hands, massaging them with his fingers and thumbs.
"So beautiful, my warrior..."
"You flatter me." She teased, and he grunted.
"Bring your body to my cock, I want to see and feel my prize please me."
Okoye bit back her smile, whining when he released her breasts. "Yes, Nacom." SHe sat forward and let his heavy member rest in between her tits, and his nostrils flared.
"By the Gods..." He grunted, and she began moving, squeezing him with her chest and rubbing her nipples on her thumbs.
"This is good?" She breathed, with lidded eyes.
"Yes. Very." He said, and his hand came to her cheek, caressing her jaw.
Soft lips went to kiss his tip and he began lazily thrusting himself between her breasts, squeezing her torso with his thighs. He shuddered and groaned, watching her nipples harden and her lips glisten.
"Beautiful creature, you are." He praised, and she lowered her eyes.
"Nacom."
"Do not hide, Okoye. Let me see those eyes."
Her eyes came up and her body shivered. "Yes, Nacom..."
"Good." He whispered, and his hands went to his erection, rubbing the tip on her lips, lining it with her tongue when she opened wide for him. A beautiful sight.
"Do you like the taste of my manhood?"
"Yes, Nacom. Very much." She moaned, before closing her lips around him, sucking the tip of his cock.
He groaned, and pushed more into her mouth, grunting when she gagged slightly. "You can take more, I know you can." He whispered, and she nodded, swallowing him whole.
"Ah... yes." He hissed, reaching forward to grab the back of her neck. "Such a good girl."
She moaned at the praise and looked up at him. "Nacom... I want to please you."
He growled, and pulled her forward by her neck, pushing her deeper onto his cock. Her pitiful gagging and frantic taps on his leg doing nothing but encourage him. "Put your hands behind your back, woman."
With a hm, that sent his hips into overdrive, she grasped her own ankles behind her and let him have his way.
"Such a good girl, Okoye... So good to me."
She choked, and her eyes watered, but she held her position, even when her jaw began to ache. Her slurping and moans, made his abdomen tighten, but he never tore his eyes away from her.
"Okoye..." He called, and her eyes looked up at him, steeping, with a muffled moan. He pulled her off his cock and rubbed himself in his own hand, watching as he dwarfed her efforts to take over.
"Nacom...?"
"Shh, my sweet. Let me have my way."
He groaned, and she crawled forward, licking her lips.
"You taste amazing, my lord..." Her pretty lips kissed their way down to his balls, sucking and licking as his chest rose and fell rapidly with the new stimulation.
Her waist was grabbed before he could finish and she whined in protest, but her hips were pulled forward and he spread her thighs wide over his lap, her bare cunt dripping on his thigh.
"Okoye, my beauty..." He purred, and her hands went to his shoulders.
"Please, Attuma."
"I will give you anything, my flower."
"Your seed. Your heart. Your name, Nacom. Give them to me.."
"My heart is yours, my love." He said, roughly handing her backside over her panties. "It always will be. Turn around and present yourself to me."
She obeyed, standing before turning around and bending over. He growled, pulling the offending garment to the side, revealing her to his eyes. Her pussy clenched when he blew hot air on her, and her cheeks blushed.
"Please..."
"So pretty..." He whispered, before pressing his tongue against her. She squeaked, and he did it again, flattening his tongue on her opening and licking. He slapped her backside, sending a pleased hum when it moved under his palm like water. "My name will be the only one you'll ever call in your moments of weakness, Okoye."
"Y- yes, Nacom..." His words were harsh, but his tone was gentle. His hand stroked her skin, and her thighs shook. "My body is yours. My mind, my heart, my soul... Take it." He grasped her hips and brought her to sit on his member, spreading his thighs so she could take him inside.
Her mouth parted in a silent gasp and he leaned forward, his hand reaching in between her legs to stroke her clit.
"Oh, Attuma..."
"I know, my queen." He smirked, "Do you feel me inside you?"
"Yes, yes..." She moaned, and he pulled her hips closer, pushing himself deeper.
"Ride me, Okoye. Bring me to completion and I will return the favor."
His voice was a harsh growl and it made her shiver.
"Mm, yes, Nacom." She said, and he watched as she lifted her body, squeezing her thighs with his knees, her arms stretched out behind her, grasping his legs. She moved her hips in slow circles, biting her lips as his tip grazed her G-spot and forced her knees to shake.
LArge hands grasped and spread her ass to his gaze, and he slowly began to bounce her up and down his length. "You are so beautiful, my warrior. My love." He purred, and his words made her eyes squeeze shut. She turned to look over her shoulder and gripped his strong thighs in her hands.
"Oh, Yes..." She moaned, and he growled.
"Say my name."
"Nacom... Please." She begged, and he grunted, bouncing her harder. Their flesh slapped together over and over again as he moans grew in fervour and his grunts grew more and more animalistic. His thighs spread widerm rocking as he let her have her way, slamming down to take him to the hilt and squeeze him just right.
"Please, what?"
"Make me cum. Cum inside of me." She whined, and his fingers dug into her waist.
"My name, my queen. Say my name, and you'll get your reward."
"Nacom, my ruler, my man... Make me yours."
His teeth found her neck, and her walls tightened around him, her thighs shaking.
"I will give you everything and more. Just say my name, my woman, and it will be yours."
"Y-yes, yes... Ah-!"
"Who owns you, my love?" He grunted, his hand grasping her throat.
"Att- aah! Attuma!" She cried out, and her hands grasped his wrist, her walls squeezing him as he pounded her from behind, his cock throbbing inside her.
"Take it all, in yaakunaj." He grunted, rocking his hips to fill her entirely, rubbing her stomach as it swelled slightly.
"Ah, my man..."
"That's right. Who is the only one that can please you?"
"You, Nacom..." She moaned, and he smirked, leaning over to press his lips against her spine.
"Who is the only one who can make you scream and beg, hm?"
"You, Attuma."
He growled, and pushed her down to bend over the couch, grabbing her thighs and spreading them. She gasped, and tried to close her legs, but he held her there, staring down at her bare and glistening sex. Watching as thick cum, dripped out over her thighs and collecting it on his fingers, to push back in.
"Beautiful..."
"Attuma..."
He looked up at her, and her face was red, her eyes looking down. "Is there a problem?" He commanded.
"No, Nacom... You are too far away, Nacom. Come to me." The rain slowed down, pittering off the windows once again.
He stood up, His face lit up with a grin and he moved, setting down to meet her face. "I love you, Okoye. I desire you entirely" He murmured, and she sighed.
"I know. I love you too..."
His shock froze them both. He looked into her eyesand she nodded, tearing up slightly.
"Really?"
"I... I am not ready for anything superbinding yet. But... Yes, I do." She whispered, welcoming him into her arms when he surged forward, lifting her up and twirling her in his arms.
"You will not regret this, Okoye." He purred, and pressed his lips against hers, her feet still dangling above the ground.
"Attuma, put me down! I'm naked!"
"I've seen it before. It's very nice."
She giggled, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "You're not too bad yourself, but you have to stop making fun of me. It's not gentleman-like."
"You weren't complaining just minutes ago, when i ravished you."
She gasped, and swatted his shoulder. "You did not."
"Oh? Shall I show you again?" He chuckled, and pressed his lips against her neck, feeling her pulse.
"You are a menace, Nacom." She said, but she didn't stop him.
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Title: It's okay...
Transformers Au: Hand in hand together forever.
Blitzwing and Bumblebee are standing on the edge of a small cliff at the end of a forest. On Dinobot Island.
They overlook Detroit at night, the full moon letting light dance across the water... the city in the distance is glowing brightly.
Bumblebee throws a few glaces towards Blitzwing, who is standing motioless beside him. He seemed spaced out he had been like this since they arrived here a few hours ago.
Bumblebee knew the Decepticon was a silent type when his facial plate was blue and normally, he himself would fill the silence with chatter but... today, something felt different.
Blitzwing wasn't just silent. His battlemask was hiding his lower face and his armor was tightly pressed to his frame like he was stressed... his wings lowered like he was concerned about something...
he had stopped hiding his face around Bumblebee long ago just a couple months after they started meeting in secret.
So seeing the mask now back in place felt almost alien...
A few more minutes past with nothing happening between them, a gentle breeze rustling the forests' leafs.
Bumblebee couldn't take it anymore.
"Hey...Blitz" he asked quietly, now turning towards him.
Blitzwing seemed to unfreeze at the motion and looked down towards Bumblebee, but he stayed silent.
Bumblebee gave him a small smile. "Could you maybe kneel down for a minute"
The tripple changer tilted his head but kneeled, placing one servo on his left knee joint while leaning closer, bringing them almost face to face.
Bumblebees face lit up at that and he reached his servos out slowly, seeing that Blitzwings optics were still distant. He placed his servos on either side of the battlemask.
That seemed to do the trick.
Blitzwings wings flinched upwards his optics focused on Bee, his unoccupied servo twitched like he wanted to reach out for the servos placed on his armor.
Bee smilled warmly, seeing the recognition return to Blitzwings optics
"Hey..." Bee spoke quietly, seeing the others' optics become warm... but there was also a certain saddness there.
Bumblebee had seen it before...
"It's okay..." He continued speaking softly, hopping that all the warmth he felt would be audible in his voice.
"You are here... with me in our little safety bubble. " At that Blitzwing seem to perk up again this time his optic twitched probably a small smile beneath the masks brownish metall.
"and im not going anywhere...ok? We are here right now right here, im here for you...and" he looked of to the side fake pouting "its boring to talk to myself when i know you are driffting of" a small chuckle escaped Blitzwing muffled by the mask.
Slowly, two black and purple servos reached up, taking the yellow once into his. They were warm and comforting in the chili autumn air.
Blitzwing pulled Bees servos away from his face, letting the mask retract back beneath his chin, revealing the blue faceplate beneath. the sharp denta that made up his lips pulled up slightly, making Bees spark jump he probably turned blue blushing.
"Thank you, love..." he hummed, intertwing their servos even with the size difference they seem to perfectly fit into each other.
Bumblebee smiled, reveling his denta. before he let it turn into a soft smile as well.
"You dont have to tell me what's wrong Blitz..." he said, looking lovingly at the triple changer. "...just know that everything will be alright as long as we are together... ok?"
Blitzwing nodded. "How could i ever forget... with you at my side..."
They leaned they'r forheads togheter "... everything will 'bee' alright..."
Bumblebee gasped. " Was that-" he snorted, pulling back slightly, staring at the now black face plate. " That was terrible!"
Blitzwings random persona giggled " but honey beeee"
And so they laughed together... till sunrise...
Unown time
location battlefield: earth
Explosions and laser fier can be heard in the distance, a giant spacecraft above.
the grass is burned the forest in ashes....
Detroit is burning in the distance...
and in the far corners near a mountain, on dino bot illand...energon is spilled all over a cliff....at the end of a Forest.. a soft breeze fuels the fier as trees fall... and animal skater...
Two servos, one yellow broken twisted beyond recognition and one Black and purple almost pink from the amount of energon on it, dryed and crusted... they were intwined as the grass and ashes settled around them... forgotten and left to rust...
togheter forever...
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please PLEASE do go on about how autistic Hunter is. As a probably-neurotypical person I love to learn more about neurodiversity from people firsthand rather than textbooks it's so cool, plus media diversity rep is something so important, I did a whole project about it actually
OKAY, BET
he's just...... soooo autistic-coded, like there's NO way he's neurotypical lmao (there are of course some things that he does that can also come from his PTSD or his upbringing/growing up conditions rather than autism (or just both! since they might overlap) but there's just.. SO much stuff that's strictly autistic that like........ it's canon. canon to me.)
like, how dramatic he is at times? the entire hexside scene???
the moment where he comes up to that one random kid like "CLASSMATE. ignore the fact that we'd never met, how would you say abt [gets straight to the point where he tells him to join a coven and leave his friends and family forever in an overconfident cheerful manner]" LIKE THAT'S SOOO XKSJKSK the manner in which he said it, the way he just came up to that random person outta the blue, how he got straight to the point, like COME ON
and THIS????
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"teens are probably into the same things as me! like authority. and rules!" BRO........
also how expressive his face is (especially how expressive it is for some emotions and schooled/subtle for certain others)
oftentimes his choice of words and the specific intonation in which he says stuff???? 💀 "stop acting foolish" "it will take more than that to thwart my mission" "that's sacrilege" okay grandpa let's get you to bed nxsjksk BUT LIKE. NO, EVEN THE INTONATION he uses in very casual sentences, it's very...... yeah
how much he likes to share fun facts and talk abt stuff he knows abt and is interested in (wild magic, titan's veins/eclipse lake, mindscapes...)? and how he sometimes stops himself mid-sentence before he says too much? that could definitely be interpreted as info-dumping and special interests
how much he loves research in general? i just KNOW he loves knowing stuff and reading up on stuff and memorizing cool fun facts (him immediately reading all the grimwalker books he could find after finding out that's what he is- like obviously he did that, obviously he wanted to know what he is. but also just..... it's so, so very huntercore)
taking things literally.. wanting clearer/more direct instructions on stuff......
“i don’t feel sick” 💀
him just turning around and walking away with no word right away after willow introduced the rest of the team
him not realizing emerald entrails rly didn't want to join the emperor's coven and not realizing he did sth wrong until later, when he noticed willow was upset
THE FREAKING. DELETED SCENE FROM CLOUDS ON THE HORIZON in which he automaticaly moved to climb the vines onto amity's balcony along with luz and didn't get why luz could possibly wanna be alone with amity before willow and gus stopped him. willow and gus saying "you'll understand when you're older" and then him arguing with flapjack how he IS older, JUST. LMAO....
the whole description of him as this...... “prodigy” and everything related to that (not necessarily a positive thing, considering how he was treated and described as by many adults)? the little intricacies of it.... hm
him being kinda bad at lying and making up stuff
and even his stance sometimes???? boy
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and not just THIS one, but. many many different poses in which he stands sometimes. very hmmm hm
how direct he is?
also this is a headcanon/interpretation but him constantly wearing gloves? and him saying "why are you touching it [the selkidomus] with your hands? gross"? sensory issues. so real.
also the sounds he makes and his squeaks???? how he sometimes fidgets with his hands/thumbs?
and MORE, like there are also many many moments that can be interpreted as other autistic traits or behaviours, just. ALL OF IT.
the crew did say that they've written neurodivergence into the show and into who these characters are intentionally, even if they might not be aware of some terms or labels at times, so like... i’m 100% certain hunter’s purposely written to be neurodivergent. and i’m gonna be very surprised if not specifically autistic (+ ptsd ofc)
he just... is.
anyway...
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insanitysilver · 6 months
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(Hi, sorry to be awkward and barge into your inbox, but if you’re still giving writing advice, I’m hoping to get an opinion on how to let of my anxiety about writing. But if not, please feel free to ignore.)
A while back, I tried to write my own take on a character backstory for my fandom. The fandom already had a well-known and beloved backstory fic that was recced all the time for the character and that also established much of the standard fanon. So I was very insecure about my version that didn’t use the known canon and instead uses my own ideas. Still, I managed to push through my self-doubt, complete my fic, and post it. But my fic utterly bombed, no one remembers or cares about it, and even though I like the fic, I frequently think about deleting it because of how everyone ignored it and preferred the astronomically more popular fanon-fueled version. (I don’t believe kudos are a measure of quality, but I do believe they’re a measure of how much fandom wants your writing.)
The problem is that whenever I get a fic idea for any fandom at all, if my plotting/brainstorming produces ideas I know go against popular fanon, I feel like I can’t use them, or else my fic will suffer via stats. I constantly worry about if I’m writing the most popular and accepted version of the character, but it’s so frustrating that I can’t include any of my own ideas. This conflict of writing for the audience vs. writing my own ideas constantly paralyzes me, and I generally feel that if I write, the characters will just be cardboard boxes of the standard fanon. Because if I diverge from what’s popular, I might end up with another humiliating flop of a fic that most readers didn’t want or notice, and I’m not sure if I can stand the 2nd realization that I’ve been screaming into void the entire time.
What do I do here? How do I let go of past failures and start concentrating on what I can do, instead of constantly angsting about if I’m wasting my time by writing an idea that doesn’t align with what the fandom itself values?
Firstly, congratulations on publishing your backstory fic! Sounds like you had to fight your anxiety to do so, and that’s always a worthwhile victory!
Let me challenge this: “I do believe [kudos are] a measure of how much fandom wants your writing”. For this to be Good and Proper Science™, we’d need everyone in the fandom do a blind taste test with both usernames redacted and then keep a record of which everyone preferred.
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But, that’s not how fics are experienced in the “wild”. Lots of Ao3 users sort by popularity metrics to find fics. Kudos accumulate so older fics have an advantage, and popularity compounds on itself. Readers aren’t making value judgements about you and your work. They just have five minutes to wait at the bus stop, so they whip out their phones and grab from the top of the metrics bag.  It’s really nothing personal.
The median number of kudos on AO3 is 12 (and that’s counting works that have been around forever). I’ve been posting various forms of art on the internet for 10+ years.  Most never found an audience. 1 note, 5 notes, 0 notes, a 200k word fic that I worked on for four years that approximately 3 people have read per year since (if that). And yeah, that can sting. I get it.
So, what’s the solution? My advice is two-pronged:
1.) On Wanting Fandom Recognition
A desire for internet metrics is actually a specific need in disguise. These excellent posts go into this far more eloquently:
@ao3commentoftheday's 'People Don't Actually Want Comments, They Want Community '
@sinigangsta-ao3's 'On Fandom and a Sense of Belonging Part 1' & 'Part 2'
What do you want from that fandom interaction? Prestige & respect? Encouragement? A creative peer group to bounce around ideas? The more specific you can get, the easier it will be for you to work on a solution that fills that need that isn’t reliant on the capricious whims of the greater internet.
Prestige? – These authors write a lot. Relentlessly. Also typically involved in the fandom somewhere offsite and tend to build things. Events, rec lists, secret santas.
Encouragement? – Voice this need in your relationships. Don’t have writer friends? Drag irl friends in or look out for positive fandom subgroups. If there’s a discord server, maybe ask about making a channel just to celebrate wins? If not, invite fandom ppl you’ve interacted with in and make a server of your own.
Idea Sharing? – Nearly the same as above. Groups, in my experience, thrive with something to do. I wanted to practice fundamentals more, so I dragged a group of friends in and made a writing circle where we followed a prompt to write a short story every month. At the end, we shared and critiqued each other’s work. Massively nourishing. (I can post the “curriculum” if there’s an interest.)
2.) On Writing for You
Two practices have helped me on this front. First, I put the watcher away. I make work I never intend to share. I see that blank page and say “whatever happens here is for me only, and I’m going to stick to that”. I also advise hiding your ao3 stats. [This site skin will replace your personal stats page with an image of choice]. [This site skin will hide every stat on every work except word and chapter count]. (I use both together when my brain gets naughty on me). [How to Use AO3 Site Skins]
Second, digging into what excites me. I made huge list of my favorite characters, tropes, themes, narrative tricks, everything. Found patterns. After that, you just cram as many as you can into one story until you’re obsessed with it. Until it haunts you and you simply can’t stop yourself from writing it regardless if anyone reads it.
All-in-all though, noticing your brain is pulling a fast one on you and wanting to make a change is much further then a lot of people get, so I am very serious when I say you should congratulate yourself and celebrate that. You’ve already done the hardest part. What comes next won’t be effortless, but it will be worthwhile. 🌱☀️
But, I’ve rambled enough, and I’ll open the floor up. Anyone else want to weigh in? If you have a writing buddy, how did you meet with them and how do you stay in touch?
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ivalice-tifalucis · 6 months
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Blue World
Guys, since TT3 is coming back and we're packing up our hype for the next album, I think let's make another post about Barlliams/Creamcakes aka my favorite ship in Take That crumbs.
I don't know why any of you haven't talked about this yet. Maybe you have but I didn't see it or know but haven't talked about this yet or maybe I've seen you talked about it but I forget for some reason.
In 2018, in one of his now deleted youtube live streaming which I actually watched when it was live (which is rare because I can count on one hand how many times I watch any live stream that he did), he showed this unreleased Take That song likely from Progress era based on the tune that sounds like Eight Letters, the beat that is Progress-like, and even "in requiem" words which become a whole song by Gary in his solo album. If you listen closely, this is clearly a duet between Rob and Gaz.
Edit: Can I just say I was internally screaming in 2018 when I first hear Blue World. We are so parched of CC crumbs that this got me gasping like OMG THAT'S GARY'S VOICE!!!!! (starts from 1:56)
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Another time where he played this song again in Coronaoke series on instagram live back in 2020 during early pandemic. In this year, he said the title to this song is "Blue World" and played the song from start to finish. Trying to make this blog entry make me realize he actually played a different version of the song in 2018 and in 2020. I think they are reworking this song, hmmm interesting isn't it?
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I tried to write the lyrics based on what I heard and try to tell which part is Robbie and which is Gary. It is hard and I might be wrong because Robbie's higher register and Gary's higher/middle register actually sounds similar which is something that I realized when Gary fill in Robbie's part in Everything Changes (Odyssey Version) in the last part of the song "thinking thinking about you". It took me like couple of listening to finally realize wait a minute, that's Gary's voice not young Robbie's. The only difference is that Gary has that soft edges on his voice while Robbie doesn't have that.
Plus, Robbie was karaoke-ing over this song and being Robbie he doesn't even know the right words of his own songs and sing the wrong words and sometimes just mumbles so I have to pay close attention to the song in the background. There are small parts that I still can't catch what the lyric is. I hope they released this song at some point. Have been waiting since 2018 and still wait patiently.
Edit 2: thanks @beautyofred for the notice. It is “You know how young we were” 😭, "You might be living but we're holding hands", "Can't stand the frequency here". After this, it makes even more sense this song is about them. So in the 2018 version, Blue World is basically like this:
(Gary) Blue world, your fate is calling Blue world, at last control A new world of final curtain calls Look how we've come together Just when we've reached the end In requiem
(Robbie) You know how young we were And feel how much it hurts We might be loving but we're holding hands We might be leaving but we're making plans Below our bleeding sky watching our mother's die It seems forever wasn't long enough Why must we always lose the ones we love?
(Gary) Will moment share it musters? But this fragile blue world With the cruel sunlight burning in our eyes ... And in 2020 it is like this:
(Robbie) Blue world, your fate is calling Blue world, at last control A new world of final curtain calls (Gary) Look how we've come together Just when we've reached the end In requiem
(Both) You know how young you were And feel how much it hurts You might be leaving but we're holding hands We might be dying but we're making plans Below our bleeding sky watching our mother's cry It seems forever wasn't long enough Why must we always lose the ones we love? (Robbie) Will moment share it musters? But this fragile blue world With the cruel sunlight burning in our eyes (Gary) You said, I don't know if I could love you for the rest of your life But I’ll love you for the rest of mine That we're led around your silent heart (Robbie) A blue balloon on a barbwire The weather on the ground is catching fire now And when you hear that sound (Both) You know how young we were And feel how much it hurts You might be leaving but we're holding hands We might be dying but we're making plans Below our bleeding sky watching our mother's die It seems forever wasn't long enough Why must we always lose the ones we love? (I'm sure this part changes at this 3rd reff but I can't catch what it is)
(Both) Because can't stand the frequency here Call my name and I'll appear I'm traveling at the speed of light When nothing matters but the life that seep your eyes (Gary) Hold us together Hold us together Hold us together Hold us together I know a secret about you
(Both) You know how young we were And feel how much it hurts You might be leaving but we're holding hands We might be dying but we're making plans Below our bleeding sky watching our mother's cry You know forever wasn't long enough Why must we always lose the ones we love?
You know how young we were (Hold us together) And feel how much it hurts (Hold us together) You might be leaving but we're holding hands (Hold us together) ....
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blackreed4writes · 27 days
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Title: In Honore Habere - Chapter 1/19
Fandom: Marvel comics
Pairing: Logurt/Nightwolves
Rating: NSFW
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Alternate Universe - Ancient Rome, Alternate Universe - Gladiators, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Fights, Slavery, Violence, Master/Slave, Mutual Pining, Historical References, Not historically accurate I picked what was cool, Historical Figures, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst
Summary:
Logan is the newest gladiator in Rome, and he's been quick to get everyone's attention. He's got the upper classes talking, as many wish to claim him as their protégé. His seniors from the arena are jealous of his popularity, and can't stand his prideful attitude that makes him refuse the protection from any noble Master - an opportunity most of them would kill to have. But, above all, he's got the attention of Kurt, the Emperor's counsellor. Being so fascinated by this new gladiator, he asks Logan to accept him as his Master, charming him with his remarkable looks and personality, and offering him more than anyone else could. However, there is a catch: everyone would believe Logan to be Kurt's whore. Torn between public honour and risking a shameful death at the hands of his peers, Logan has to make a bitter choice that may forever change his fate.
Updated weekly! I have it all written and beta-ed, but I prefer to publish it in chapters.
I can't believe I'm finally publishing this fic. If anyone was on Tumblr in 2014 for Logurt week they might remember that right after it I started writing this fic and published 3 chapters, which I deleted a few months later. Since then I've been working on and off on it, mainly in between other one-shots, because I knew I couldn't be consistent with its writing and I didn't want people to wait for too long. It took me 8 years to reach the end of it, and by that time my style had changed so much that I had to almost completely rewrite the first chapters. That part took the last 2 years, including getting help by my two betas (I love you guys! This fic is for you <3).
So! Please enjoy this fic in which I poured my heart and soul, together with the fanart I commissioned @lucenorthstar-art to keep me motivated! Show them all the love they deserve!
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artaxerxesthegreat · 1 year
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Secrets and Trust
A/N: This is my first ‘song fic’, and boy was it a rollercoaster of emotions. Not sure why I wrote this, and I’ll probably delete it later, but for now I’ll share it with the masses. Please note, this is kind of sad and horribly written.
Warnings: MDNI, 18+ only, reader is the middle sibling of T'Challa and Shuri, Song fic [Lift me up], not alpha/beta read, angst, a lot of angst, sadness, so much sadness, in universe death, BPWF spoilers, non-gender specific, one curse word, mild gaslighting (?), alludes to drowning, implied smut, T’Challa might be OOC, K’uk’ulkan might be OOC, family hurt, slice of life (?), enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers. Again(?), I used the original script for some parts
A/N2: If I missed anything, just let me know. I usually write WOC fics, so this is my first non-gendered fic, I hope I did alright.
A/N3: All rights to Ryan Coogler and everyone that helped him make this wonderful movie. Song credit to Rihanna and co.
K'uk'ulkan/Namor x POC!Sibling!Reader
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“No matter what happens, I will always be with you.”
That’s what my brother said— that’s what he’s said since the day I was born. A promise he has kept, no matter what.
Lift me up
Hold me down
“Come, jump in! I will catch you, I promise!” 
His smile— bright, shining, radiant, warm… full of mischievousness.
“You are lying, T’Challa!” I shout back, a smile ever present on my face.
“Aye, what are you talking about? I would never, scout's honor.” He salutes me, standing up straight, but I just shake my head.
“You have never been a boy scout, T’Challa!” 
The river we were swimming in was full of joy and laughter. 
My heart never felt so full.
Keep me close
Safe and sound
“It’s okay, it’s alright.” My brother holds me closely as the realization of our Baba’s death finally takes its toll on me. I was so strong for so long, fighting the pain I felt— being the emotional rock for our baby sister, but seeing his sarcophagus being taken from us to the Hall of the Kings, sent me over the edge.
I cried for days.
Burning in a hopeless dream
Hold me when you go to sleep
Keep me in the warmth of your love
When you depart, keep me safe
Safe and sound
“Are you alright?” T’Challa’s soft voice breaks the silence that I’ve been trying to hide in. When I don’t answer him, he turns me over to look at him. Tears, still running down my face, tell him all he needs to know. Wrapping me in a tight hug, he lets me cry until I can’t cry anymore.
It feels like hours go by before I finally speak.
“Is it really true?” My voice is hoarse, tears dried on my face.
“… It is.” His voice is as soft as ever.
“And you are sure there is no cure?”
He doesn’t answer right away, only sighs, staring up at the ceiling as we lay side-by-side. That’s all I need to know, I can feel the tears beginning to form in my eyes again.
But I fight them, clearing my throat, I ask the question that tips the scales.
“And you want me to keep it a secret?”
Now he looks at me, sadness in his eyes, regret in his body language.
“It is wrong for me to put such a burden on you, but mother and Shuri are not ready for this. They will never rest to fight this illness, and I will not live the rest of my days in a bed. I am the Black Panther— and I will be the Black Panther until I cannot. My duty is to my country, my people, and my family. One little illness— curable or not— will not change that fact.”
My lip quivers, as a tear rolls by, wiping it away fiercely I ask, “How… how long?”
“About a year.” 
The tears all but gushed out my eyes as I hugged him tightly, all the jokes we’ve made about him losing weight, being the skinniest Black Panther to have ever lived. Even about M’Baku using him as a toothpick after he is done eating his vegetables, all came rushing back as the news of his illness hits me twice over. 
“I am so sorry, my brother.”
“What for?” He pulls back with a confused smile.
“All the insensitive jokes we’ve made. They were wrong, uncalled-for, and I am sorry.”
“Don’t be.” His smile— as bright as the sun, as calm as the sea.
“… We only have a year?”
“Yes.”
Nodding my head, I look at him with conviction, “Then let’s make the most of it.”
Lift me up
Hold me down
Keep me close
“You should be resting!” I hiss at him, but he just smiles, leading me to a small house.
“There will be plenty of time for that, but first you must meet someone— someone important to me.” Again with that warm smile, I simply smile back as we walk into this unknown house, “What does a man have to do around here to be welcomed?”
“T’Challa, what are you—” I start to chide my brother, when the sound of running feet and a child’s voice interrupt me.
“Baba!” 
A small boy runs into my brother’s arms, hugging him tightly. Shocked, I simply stare at the two, and when they look at me… it’s the same smile, the same eyes, the same warmth.
“Oh… T’Challa.”
Safe and sound
…“You said, ‘no matter what happens, you’ll always be with me’… but I can’t feel you anymore, brother. Your warmth is gone, your family is lost without you, your mother and baby sister are full of regret and guilt because of your secret. Your smile is gone, your soul is gone, and I don’t know what to do. How am I supposed to go on, when you never told me what to do when you are gone?! How am I supposed to be strong?! That was you, I, I can’t do this on my own… I need help, T’Challa. Please, bring me a sign— a sign that tells me you are here with me, guiding and helping me. I beg you, brother, do not abandon me.”… 
The cool night air hits me, making me shiver as my small fire has died down. I made my way to a secluded part of the river tribe, trying to understand why my brother did things the way he did; from keeping his illness a secret, to his son. 
I know why, but… why? 
Why have me keep all these secrets, why put that much faith and trust in me? Why leave me so soon? Why couldn’t we have more time?! Why was he taken from us?!
“WHY?!” My scream travels across the water, my knees give out as I sob on the shore.
Then there’s a sound.
Fluttering.
Bird wings…           
“…what…” Looking up, I see the bird—well, it's not a bird. It’s a man… a man with wings on his ankles, “What…?”
I should be worried, I should be terrified, I should be calling for the Dora Milaje, but I don’t. I stare at this man, this otherworldly being, with confusion and wonder. Who is he? Where did he come from? — He’s wet, did he swim here? Is he a fish? —A fish with wings? Are there others like him? Is he alone? Why are his clothes so ancient looking?
Then he laughs.
Realization sets in, I’ve said all this out loud.
Embarrassment takes hold of me, I cast my eyes to the sand beneath me, “I am sorry, stranger.”
“You are not at fault, Querido.” (Dear one) His voice is a calm baritone, his eyes as dark as onyx, his smile… as radiant as the sun.
Awestruck, I simply stare up at his man. His smile widens, and I have to look away, remembering myself.
“I’m sorry.” Bashful, I cover my face.
“Again, you did nothing wrong.”
A sense of peace fills my spirit, one I haven’t felt in a long time; all thanks to this stranger, I finally feel safe.
Drowning in an endless sea
Take some time and stay with me
Keep me in the strength of your arms
Keep me safe
“Really?! Threats! That’s how you introduce yourself to my mother, are you crazy?!” My voice echoes off of the cave walls. I know full well that Attuma and Namora are standing right outside his hut, but I couldn't care less, “My mother, my sister– hell, even the council are losing their minds on what to do about you!”
He had been silent the whole time I was ranting— a good 5 minutes— but at the mention of the council, his eyes burn.
“My instructions were simple.” His voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it that angers me further, “This proves that Wakanda cannot be trusted.”
“Trust?!” My anger spills over, “How can you speak of trust when YOU threatened MY family, and my country?! How can you sit here, in your hidden little hut, painting your little pictures, living in your perfect little world when you barely give my family time to process the existence of a whole civilization living underwater?! You speak of trust, but show none— you haven’t given us a reason to trust you?!”
Not missing a bit, he replies, “Have I not trusted you? Did I not bring you here, to my people, my kingdom, my home— treated you with the utmost respect, deserving of a god, sheltered you when you needed an escape from your ‘home’? Tell me, In yakunaj.” (My love)
I see red, “This coming from the man who still has not told me his name.”
“I have told you—”
“—No,” I hold up my finger, stopping any more words from falling from his lips, “No, you told me what your people call you, what your enemies call, but never have you told me what your friends call you— what your mother called you.” 
My voice grows soft towards the end, but where I’ve calmed down, he’s picked up; a blind man can see the anger in his face. I’ve stepped too far over the line, and the caves are quiet, too quiet. No one says anything, no one breathes too loudly. As time stretches on, it dawns on me that I was never meant to know his name. 
Casting my eyes to the ground, I nod in understanding, walking to the hut opening. Looking over my shoulder, I hold my head up high, fighting tears.
“I’m sorry.”
This time, he didn’t forgive me, this time he didn’t stop me.
This time he didn’t save me.
Safe and sound
… Sirens, singing, floods, screams, pain, panic, death— all of it surrounds me, all of it chases me.
There is no escaping it.
No Black Panther.
No warriors.
No winged god to take me away.
Just fear, snaking round my throat, closing tightly around me until I can’t breathe. 
Right when I think I’m going to pass out from the shock of it all, he shows up.
Still as breathtaking as the day I met him— still as deadly. 
And his eyes.
Vengeance, revenge and… regret…?
My mother stands tall, Riri is scared, I… I don’t know what to feel.
… Water, screams, broken glass, cold water, no air… it’s too much
And yet.
Not enough…
… Opening my eyes, I cough, spitting out copious amounts of water. It burns so much, my eyes are stinging, my ears are ringing. I hear Shuri screaming, but I’m too dazed to process it; until my vision clears, landing on our mother.
“You did this!”
“It could have been different.”
“Bury your dead, mourn your losses. In one week’s time, I will return with my entire army.”
“Where are you, T’Challa?”
Lift me up
Hold me down
Keep me safe
Safe and sound
“Wakanda only needs one Black Panther, and you made it, Shuri.” My sister looks at me shocked, “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have this, you take it.”
“But… but how can I be… You are next in line.”
“And as the next in line, I am telling you to take the herb, take up the mantle of the Black Panther, protect our people because I cannot.” Fighting tears, I push the herb in her hands closer to her, “There is too much— too much you do not know, and I cannot with good conscience take this herb. Please, sister, do not make me take it.”
Shuri can see how difficult this is for me, and nods, assuring me that she will do her best.
“That is all I ask for, my dear sister.”
Burning in a hopeless dream
Hold me when you go to sleep
Keep me safe
We need light, we need love
The sound of the battlefield was all I could hear; that and the pumping of my blood  in my ears. I’ve always known the Talokanil were skilled fighters, but never did I think I’d be fighting against them. Many I’ve clashed my blade with were friends of mine, but in war, there are none.
We are enemies… oh how I wish it were different. This is not how it should be.
Then my sister’s Sunbird comes by, her helmet is off, her stance is strong.
And next to her… is him.
“Talokan, retírar a! Volvamos tin wotoch. K ba'ate'lo' waye' ts'o'ok u beetik.” (Talokan, stand down! Let us return home. Our fight here is done.)
A feeling of relief washes over me, I look at my sister as she salutes us, “WAKANDA FOREVER!”
“WAKANDA FOREVER!!” We echo back victorious. Our enemies— no, our new allies make their way back home, and I’m left feeling empty. Their king is the last to leave, our eyes never meeting, words never exchanged. My sister knows something is wrong, even when we get back home.
Then I tell her.
I tell her everything.
From T’Challa’s secrets, to my affair with the underwater king.
She leaves… angry, confused, sad, and feeling very much alone.
I thought it best that I leave Wakanda for a bit, but where would I go? My life is here, and yet… it doesn’t feel like home anymore.
Nakia offered me a room in her house in Haiti, but I couldn’t go there, not while my sister is clearing her head there.
So I begin walking along the riverbank, I watch the sunset, feeling a rush of emotions— good and bad.
…“Brother…” My eyes are closed as I feel a breeze blow by, “Thank you. Thank you for your protection, your love, and for keeping your word… I was too focused on my anger and pain to realize that you were here the whole time. You have guided me, challenged me, and made me strong— stronger than I could ever imagine, and for that I thank you.”
Sitting down in the sand, I dig my toes in it, drawing nonsensical patterns, “My days seemed so grim and dark without you here, but I finally am starting to feel the sun again. It’s light, finally making these bones warm again… I do hope you forgive me for telling Shuri everything, she was less than pleased, and rightfully so. I wish you could have met… him, though. If you were here, there may not have been a war to begin with… I miss you, T’Challa, and I miss him.”
Bringing my knees to my chest, I cry.
I’ve been doing so much of that lately, it’s annoying, it makes me angry— it makes me feel weak.
And yet I cannot stop.
I’ve heard that crying is supposed to be therapeutic, that it makes you feel better afterward, but I only feel sad and foolish.
Only my brother wiping away my tears, telling me everything is going to be alright made me feel better, but he isn’t here anymore.
So I cry more.
“I-I know… I have to move on, I have to let you go but—” The warmth of the sun is gone, and back is the darkness that has had a hold on me creeps in, “I need help, I need strength… and forgiveness.”
“You have done nothing that requires forgiveness, Ch'ujuk.” (Sweet one)
My head snaps up at the voice, the voice I’ve heard more times than I should have. The voice that made me cry with laughter, and cry with anger and hate.
He sits next to me, staring out at the water; his clothes are that of a poor man, bandage on his foot from where my sister clipped him.
“My, how the mighty have fallen…” I couldn't help myself, and he doesn’t say anything. Just glances at me, giving me a weak laugh, “… I’m—”
“I swear, if you apologize one more time, I—” Now he turns to me, annoyance in his features as I snap back, because I want him to finish his sentence.
“—You’ll what, fishman?”
A challenge is what I’ve presented him with, one he’s faced many times before, all ending the same way.
Me beneath him, in the best of ways… but that was before.
Now we stare at each other, debating on what to do next. Do we give in? Do we act as if that war from a few weeks ago never happened? The words that were said… the actions, and consequences of those actions.
No.
It won’t ever be the same.
And it will only get harder. 
“… I should have listened to you.” His voice and words catch me off guard, “There was a better way to make myself known to your people and your family. It never should have gotten that far, and I…”
I watch him closely, waiting to hear the words, so I can tell him to fuck off and dry out on a beach somewhere, but as the seconds tick on it gets suffocating. 
Tears are in his eyes, “I am sorry, U Majestad (Your majesty). I was scared, rash, and reckless. I should have consulted you— shown you trust…”
lift me up in your arms
“It doesn’t matter now, does it… Namor?”
The pain etched on his face at the use of that name riddles me with guilt. But he deserves it, and he knows it.
(Hold me down) I need love, I need love, I need love
Lifting an arm out to me, he watches me with bated breath, hoping I’ll accept his side hug.
And against my better judgment, I do.
(Keep me close) hold me, hold me
Warmth, safety, sunshine— sunrise and sunset.
(Safe and sound) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
More tears. More crying.
But this time… comfort.
(Lift me up) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
“You can hate me for all eternity. I deserve that, and more— but please… do not call me that name.”
I nod, trying not to sob uncontrollably, “What should I—”
I’m silenced with a kiss, a soft one that turns mournful and needy rather quickly. He kisses the air out of my lungs, and I have to push him back to take a much-needed breath.
A sound of discontent leaves him, but he kisses the tip of my nose, resting his forehead against mine.
“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”
(Hold me down) hold me, hold me
“What?” I say breathlessly.
“My name.” He runs his thumb across my cheek, “Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”
I place my hand over his, pull my head back, staring at him, completely beside myself. After a year of being with him, telling him my heart's desires, my hopes and dreams, never did I think I’d hear him tell me his name.
His name.
Smiling, tears run down my face again as I hug and kiss him.
“I like it…”
His smile is bashful, warm and inviting. Leaning in to kiss him again, I whisper.
(Keep me safe) we need light, we need love
“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”
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The end (Horrible, I know)
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crimsonscloud · 2 months
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you know what. it's missing norton!bruce hours (again) and i got some headcanons to share this time. below the cut because we might be here a while.
general / misc headcanons:
based on norton's screenplay for the incredible hulk, this bruce's full name is david bruce banner. (this is also how i mentally differentiate between norton and ruffalo's portrayals; to me, norton!bruce is david, ruffalo!bruce is robert.)
his mother used to call him "davey" as an affectionate nickname when he was little.
frankenstein is one of his favorite books because his mother read it to him. (this one is canon to the ih novelization)
he adores dogs and adopts a puppy between the avengers and age of ultron. (i don't have a name for the puppy yet.)
he likes studio ghibli films and finds the animation style relaxing.
learned russian while getting one of his phds, like in the comics.
inspired by this panel from the "super spy banner" arc in the comics: he likes james bond. and yes, he absolutely takes the chance to say "the name is banner. bruce banner" when he's doing an infiltration mission (probably with natasha and/or clint) or something. he and natasha probably watch the films together since her solo film had her quoting along to moonraker.
bruce. is. a. martial. artist. the films forget this and i'm salty about it.
cooking is relaxing for him so he tends to make a lot of food, and he knows a lot of dishes from different cultures because of how much he's traveled. no one on the team complains.
bruce's powers:
glowing eyes <3
inspired by the john turman hulk script, electricity behaves weird around bruce when he gets emotional. he has made lightbulbs and other things explode if he's standing too close to them. he learns how to isolate the effect once he understands more about his relationship with hulk. tony helps by giving him things he doesn't mind getting exploded, and for bruce it also works kind of like a trauma release. he can still accidentally blow something up if he gets distracted / agitated, but it happens less.
the electrical-interference power also manifests as him being able to hear electrical currents. different things have slightly different sounds / pitches and tony always asks him to describe them.
still has a pretty good healing factor as bruce, it's just slower. (in a ih deleted scene sparr says she's never seen someone recover from a tranquilizer as fast as he does). also can't get drunk, but he's never tested that for obvious reasons.
in the novel he's able to dodge a tranq dart "aimed and fired in one motion" so he probably also has faster reflexes.
immune to mind control as bruce and as hulk. both are pissed at wanda for trying it.
based on a scene in the immortal hulk comics, bruce uses automatic writing and drawing to communicate with hulk when hulk isn't out.
can see astral forms. they're clearer and even tangible when hulk is in control, but bruce can also see them.
also inspired by immortal hulk, he has a weird sixth sense for when people are lying to him. as bruce the "itch" he gets can be ignored most of the time, as hulk not so much.
relationship / dynamic headcanons:
no brutasha romance to be seen here they are friends 😌 (if that's your cup of tea that's fine it just isn't mine.)
stays. in. contact. with. betty. (i will forever fight the mcu over this. they are soulmates yall.)
steals tony's band shirts like a gremlin. also steals tony's snacks.
bruce🤝wanda: blurring the lines of science and mysticism. (later comics describe gamma radiation as having a mystical element, "like a magic spell... when viewed from another angle" which is the same reason bruce / hulk tend to have some extrasensory powers).
i just think we were robbed of a bruce and wanda friendship okay.
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kidsinsaturn · 2 years
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Hey, I like the way you write <3 I couldn't get one question out of my head: Would Itachi ever cheat and if so, why?
would itachi ever cheat?
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[🗼] god the original got deleted im so fuckin mad this isn't as good
characters: itachi uchiha
genre: sfw; angst
warnings: gn!reader; cheating
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-ive seen other people's reponses to this exact same question and mine is little different, so I hope you guys agree with me
-my answer is no, absolutely no
-itachi is a man of his own words. once he bowed to himself to be with you, he is yours forever, and nothing will stop that
-even through the ups and downs your relationship goes through. he knows no relationship is perfect, everyone has disagreements every once and then
-he believes that if the two people really love each other, then they would overcome everything
-and itachi chose wisely. he wouldn't be with just any person, if you were someone who merely didn't deserve his respect, then he won't do it
-he knew you were going to have some difficulties in your relationship, but he won't let them break you. he will voice his concerns and possible solutions for whatever it is you are going through. he won't just stand there and watch how you guys fall apart
-itachi has enviable self control and he is no fool. he knows cheating is something weak people slave to temptations do
-he simply won't let anyone be in between you two. even if he is drunk, stoned, or he is being forced, he will remain faithful to you always
-your relationship means so fucking much to him, this isn't any game he is playing. he won't risk it just for something that might not even be serious, he will damn himself if ever so thinks about breaking your heart
-since the commencement of your relationship–damn even since he admitted being in love with you–, itachi stopped watching other girls out of your respect
-you are perfect in his eyes and no one will ever compare to you. he thinks that just as he is loyal to you, you will be to him. he won't stand it if you cheat on him, as much as he loves you
-this is such a hypothetic situation tbh, I don't see itachi cheating in any universe, boy isn't dirty
-he loves you too fucking much to even think about other people, even during your worst points
-he is yours forever. don't lose him, he loves you 3000
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geocait0815 · 2 years
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So for a prompt: it's been 6 months since Hannah was found and Jake and MC meet for the first time. It was not a planned meeting they just happened to be in the same place at the same time and written entirely in Jake's POV.
I absolutely loved this prompt! I hope you enjoy reading my take on it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
There is some minor spice. So anyone uncomfortable with this or to young to be subjected to it is hereby warned ;)
Sirens Call
I made it ouf the mine just in time. I stopped briefly to catch my breath when I suddenly heard an explosion behind me. This was not close, but the rumbling that followed told me, that more mine shafts have collapsed now. But there was another sound. “Fuck.” I had seen MCs message waring me about the arrival of the FBI. They had come to capture me. But I would not make it that easy for them.
Just as I dove behind a few fallen tree trunks, a helicopter flew by, almost grazing the tree tops. Its search light briefly illuminated the forest floor just a few meters ahead of me.
My luck was not going to last forever. I had to get out of here. Choosing a path through dense growth would provide me cover, but would also hinder my escape. Given that I am not very familiar with the surroundings, I decided to take the same path I came here, hoping to reach the motorcycle I had hidden, before steet blockades went up.
There was just one more thing I had to take care of before concentrating on my escape. I could not put this off any longer, as much as it hurt me. I pulled out my phone and initiated a script, an emergency plan I had set up already a while ago. This would strip all phones, I had been in contact with over the past couple ofd weeks, of all evidence of my existence. All chats, screenshots, calls and files were being deleted. Also MCs phone was being wiped. “I'm sorry, MC. I promised to never dissapear on you again. But this is for your safety and the safety of your friends and my sisters.” I said to noone in particular. Once I'm certain that my script did its job, I disassembled my phone, took out the SIM card, and wiped this phone as well. I'd be getting rid of both later.
“Farewell, my love.”
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Six months later
Frustrated, I lean back in my chair, staring at the screen in front of me. Another lead that took me exactly nowhere. I get up and pace through the small room I am currently staying in, stretching my limbs.
During the last few months I have settled back into my old life, the way I was before MC came into my life. I went back into hiding, never staying in the same location for more than two weeks. By now I have crossed several country borders. These days I am staying in a small room in Budapest.
Every waking hour I spend escaping my pursuers while looking for the evidence that could clear my name. Occasionally, I check on the status of the investigations around Hannah and Richy. MCs name does not appear in any of the reports, to my surprise and great relief. I wonder if this is Alans doing.
Stepping to the window, I notice that the street outside is packed with people. This is not just the usual flow of tourists. Right, the receptionist had mentioneds a celebration earlier, there would be fireworks launched from boats on the Danube later thonight. Now is probably a good opportunity to go out and blend into the crowd to get some fresh air and clear my head. I might as well stock up on food and water.
Minutes later I am walking down a side street lined with small restaurants and bars. It is still early evening and the air is finally turning mild after a scorching day. I am heading towards the large Market Hall. At a corner I stop to observe the people around me for a moment, as they are enjoying their lives, celebrating the summer, drinking and dining. This feels alien to me now.
“MC, hurry up!” Am I hallucinating now? The call came from a blonde woman standing in front of one of the restaurants. She seems annoyed. I cannot spot who she was talking to. This is just a coincidence. I decide to move on and turn around.
And there she is. MC is hurrying in my direction. I should get away from there, even though she has no idea what I look like. But all I can do is stand like I'm glued to the pavement, staring at her in awe. She is even more beautiful in real life than on any the fotos I saw on her social media profiles. She wears a light summer dress and the way it accentuates the shape of her perfect body could drive me crazy. Her long hair flows freely down her back. MC walks right past me, close enough to catch the scent of her perfume and it almost knocks the air out of my lungs. Only when she disappears through the door of the restaurant, I realize that I am standing around in open public, staring like a moron.
I force my feet to get moving again. Of all the places in the world and with the myriad of tourists in this city, I still had to run into her like this. How often have I fantasized about finally meeting her and holding her in my arms. Now the moment came and I let it pass. I had to let her pass. My situation has not changed. She would still be in grave danger being with me. Not to mention that she probably hates me now. After I deleted everything and just left, she must think that I abandoned her. Or worse.
I need a drink. Against any better judgement I walk into the next best bar and sit down in a corner. I order a beer and spend about an hour internally arguing with myself. I have to get back to my room, pack up and get the fuck out of this city. But I don't want to. Her being so close to me affects me more than I could have imagined. There is one thought that keeps ricocheting through my head: I won't survive loosing her a second time.
By the time I step back out on the street, the daylight has dimmed. Despite all, my rational side has won and I am turning back towards my motel. Of course my plan is shattered into a thousand pieces again when I see MC standing at the side of the street. She is looking at the phone in her hand, seemlingly deep in thought. Suddenly, she takes a step forward not noticing a taxi speeding towards her.
“NO, MC!” I call out and sprint towards her. But I am too far away. Luckily, she looks up in the last second, stumbling back. I catch her, stopping her fall. MC looks up at me with a flustered expression. “Oof, thank you. I am such a klutz.” she says. “Hey, did I just hear you call my name?” a frown forms on her face. “What? No.” I help her back up and turn around to walk away.
“Jake, is that you?” I hear her say in a low voice. This stops me in my tracks. God, her voice is like a sirens call to me. Slowly I turn around again but I don't dare to look at her now.
A few awkward moments later I feel her hand on my cheek. "It really is you, isnt it?" I look up to meet her gaze. I could drown in those eyes. "MC.." my voice trails off, because I have actually not the slightest idea what to say right now. This is so much easier behind the screen. But now, with her standing right infront of me, my brain blanks. I wonder if she sees a blue screen in my eyes.
Then she hits me. "Where the fuck have you been?" Her question is emphasized by her swatting my chest. "Why did you just disappear? You promised me to meet, but instead you disappear into thin air! We were worried sick! Noone knew if you even made it out of the mine alive!" I let it happen until I notice bystanders starting to stare. To avoid more attention, I catch her wrists and press them to my heart. Tears are flowing down her cheeks. "MC, I am sorry I hurt you. But I had to vanish to escape from the FBI agents looking for me. I never intended to hurt you, but this was also for your safety." "Safety my ass! I've been waiting for you. You had every chance to at least let us know that you were safe."
"We can't discuss this here, out in the open." It is becoming more and more difficult for me to keep a calm voice. "Then let's go somewhere private. Lead the way." The look on MCs face blights any further discussion. So we get moving.
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My eyes fly open. My motel room lies in darkness now. The sheets around me are in complete disarray. But I am alone. Was this all just a dream? What would be the odds of us actually running into each other here, in this city full of tourists. But why do I still smell her perfume?
I roll on my back and take in my surroundings. When my gaze reaches the slightly illuminated window frame, I see her and a wave of emotions rolls through me. Relief that she is still with me. Guilt over the tears I had to watch her spill because of my betrayal. Gratitude for her actually forgiving me. And then there is this warm, tingly sensation spreading through me when I think back to the things we did afterwards.
Our clothes are scatterd all over the floor. I spot her panties. This tells me that she is standing there at the window facing the main street wearing one of my shirts and nothing else. As quitely as possible I get out of bed and go to stand behind her. I put my hand on her thigh. Her skin is warm and oh so soft. I let my hand wander upwards slowly and sneak under the shirt, caressing her hip, then her belly. Continuing upwards, I cup her right breast, take her nipple between my thumb and index finger and gently pinch and roll it between them. MC sighs. God, that must be the sweetest sound I have heard. The way her nipple hardens between my fingers puts a smile on my face.
She leans back into me and I use my other hand to stroke her hair aside to gain access to her neck, where I start to nibble and kiss up and down. "The fireworks are about to start." She breaks the silence. "Mmmh?" I had completely forgotten about the events outside. I'm about to start a firework in here.
"Jake?" "Yes?" "What happens now?" I sense a sadness and concern in her voice. This tells me that she is not inquiring about the further activities of our night. She turns around, not breaking the contact between us and looks up into my eyes, waiting for a reply. "With all the attention we drew to us today, I can't risk staying here for much longer. I need to get moving very soon." The thought of parting ways with her hurts me.
Her next words catch me by surprise. "I want to come with you." "You can't be serious. I am on the run. You have a life to get back to." "I don't give a shit about my life back there. I haven't in a long time. I'm ready to leave everything behind." She states this calmly and it becomes clear to me that she is not saying this on the spur of the moment. There is no doubt that she put a lot of thought into this. "I'm sure you could find someone to provide us with new identities in this dark web of yours." she continues. I can't help it but chuckle briefly. "MC, I fear you are romanticising my lifestile a little." But she does not back down. "I'm serious, Jake. Let's just run away together and start over in some remote place. It does not mastter to me where we end up. As long as we end up there together."
It takes me a moment to mull over the words she just said. Bringing my hand to her cheek, I stare into her beautiful eyes. Her face is illuminated by lights changing colors from red to orange to blue and purple. People outside are cheering.
I know damn well that a decision like that should not be made in the heat of the moment. But what I am about to say is going to catapult both of our lives into an entire new orbit.
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sundownsquad · 2 years
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Well folks, unfortunately it looks like this piece might remain a WIP forever. There was apparently some kind of power surge last night that shut down my computer and this file was open when it did. Now when I try to open it Photoshop is like "This file cannot be opened because it has been moved or deleted" even though I'm looking right at it. I was at least able to get an image preview to open so I could take this screenshot, but it looks like I'm outta luck on this one. -.- I had completely started over on the background twice even since last week, though, so this was probably the universe going "Girl, try again later". Lol Oh well, I'll keep the PSD around and maybe I'll get lucky and the situation will rectify itself. Until then, please enjoy Speedy standing around dramatically. 😂
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tobiasdrake · 7 days
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Ahh, salvation in the shape of an anime I want to watch voluntarily. Episode 16: Endless Eight, Part 5. We are halfway through this arc.
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I know I said Yuki's throwing the cicada hunt on purpose because Haruhi having fun is more important than winning at competition. And I stand by that. But I also think she's making her own fun each loop via a self-imposed challenge to find the rarest insect she can possibly locate every time the cicada hunt comes around.
Anyone who's played the same game 15,000 times would inevitably start looking for ways to spice it up.
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Hey. Uh. Yuki? Here's another statistic for you to check. How many loops feature Kyon being kicked in the butt by a random passing child?
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Hey. Hey, Yuki.
I know I've been asking how many loops there have been in which Mikuru discovers the missing future. But I also want to know: How many loops have there been in which Mikuru discovers the missing future but Kyon refuses to answer a dead-of-night call and just lets it ring until she goes away?
How many loops in which Mikuru and Itsuki find out but Kyon does not?
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Who are these random boys chatting up Mikuru and Yuki? What the hell kind of conversation could they possibly be having? Mikuru is bawling her eyes out because the future was deleted while Yuki is Yuki-ing nearby, and these guys are... here. Chatting with them. And then they just leave. Like. Oh yeah, cool, have a good night, ladies.
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I am way more interested in seeing whatever the hell just happened over there than in a fourth round of the expositional infodump.
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7 more offscreen loops since last episodes.
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This. This is the statistic I am monitoring most closely. I keep waiting with dread to see if it's going to go up.
Because. No. How dare. How dare we take a trip to the Bon Festival and not go goldfish scooping. I will murder everyone here. Except Mikuru, of course.
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I sure hope the unfinished business that leaves Haruhi so dissatisfied isn't that she never got to spot a Martian because if it is, we are fuuuuuuuuuuucked.
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It still kills me how aggressively disinterested Kyon is in Haruhi. Like. He is clearly the designated Shallow Love Interest for the show; The world-cramping event laid that out in no uncertain terms. But even 2/3 of the way through it, he just. Does. Not. Want.
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Itsuki tries to bait Kyon into a jealous outburst. He's like, "Oh nooooo, what if I tried to seduce Haruhi instead, hmmm~?"
And then the moment just. Hangs there. Kyon legitimately does not give a shit. Itsuki has to backpedal himself because Kyon doesn't care.
It's such a wild contrast to how a lot of other animes will handle their central Fiery Tsundere/Boring MC romances. Like, it's super common for the designated romance partners to be like "Fuck you I don't want to be here" but then they're secretly harboring all these feelings and get violently protective of each other and shit.
And that's exactly what Itsuki thinks he can provoke here.
But. No. Kyon really, truly does not want to be here. He has absolutely no qualms with the idea that someone else might sweep Haruhi off her feet and then she'll leave him the fuck alone forever.
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