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transhawks · 4 months

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Top Ten Hawks Moments of 2023

For Keigo's Birthday and for the end of this year, I have decided to make my top ten Hawks moments for all the chapters published this year.

10. "Hawks" gets torn into shreds by AFO

we had a lot of near-deaths for Hawks this year, but I think this was the most memorable as it happened, giving a very needed burst of humor to the AFO vs Hawks and the Heroes fight. Tokoyami's reaction was particularity heartbreaking.

9. Whatever Level of Gay was Achieved Here

This entire chapter was framed in a way that constantly put Hawks and AFO contrasting and melding and there are panels where their thoughts connect. I thought it was a very good way for Hori to make their dynamic fighting each other stand out. Also, the fight was ridiculously homoerotic.

8. Hawks Reminds Us It's About Connections, Stupid.

A theme for the post-Jaku part of this manga has always been heroes needing to bridge that gap and see if they can connect with the villains. It's interesting that Hawks has been the canon mouthpiece among the adults for that view when he so utterly failed his own narrative-assigned connection. I know there was so much pushback in this moment because Keigo again thought of Endeavor, but it stood out to me in repeating this allegory of OFA linking everyone as the solution to the conflict in the first place.

7. Realizing They All Have the Power to Make Their Own Narrative

Against a villain like One For All who wants to believe he's in his own light-novel, Keigo's own issues distinguishing reality and fantasies managed to settle down. He's always resigned himself to being a caged bird and a martyr, so being pitted against a villain so into life being a foregone conclusion helped Keigo remember they all have more agency than they give them credit for.

6. I think all of Keigo's Rizz was in Fierce Wings

Seriously, this is his normal fake hero persona on STEROIDS? It's fascinating how naturally this stuff comes to him. Like damn, he even has his tongue out, mocking All For One as he gets hoisted by his own petard, and has an arm around a vestige lady who looks suspiciously like All For One's mom, which I am accepting as canon until told otherwise. Say what you want about Hawks, for all his failures and paradoxes, the dude has serious BDE. I'd rate this higher but he had a lot of good moments.

5. Nothing beside remains, round the decay

Probably one of the most striking panels this year, seeing a defeated, quirkless Keigo struggle to get up and meet the horde of encroaching Toga-Twice clones, holding the last remaining feather in a landscape of complete destruction made me think heavily of the Ozymandias poem. Keigo, who has always represented the hero system with his whole diamond-insignia carrying chest, seeing all the consequences of his actions and the futility of his actions in stopping the very future he'd allowed himself to commit murder to prevent. I wonder if it struck him how little it all meant as he faced his "presumed" doom.

4. Farewell, Fierce Wings!

we bid goodbye to the quirk that continued to fight even as it was stolen into the eldritchian amalgamation that is All For One! The look in the vestige's face is so resigned and bitter-sweet as he decays away. Keigo isn't his quirk, but it's remarkable how willing to face death both of them are.

3. What he really wants

The interesting thing is the narration implies that either Keigo was telling Naomasa that the aging made AFO stronger as the battle happened, or still had enough control over his emotional state after being left in the dirt to tell him what he observed. The latter is, well, not that surprising when it comes to Keigo, who won't let being quirkless or maimed or delimbed get in the way of being at his job, but that's not what Hori shows us.

No, Hori doesn't show us Keigo standing up or sitting up, no he shows us a Keigo clinging to Tokoyami, a complete break in the many masks he wears to show actual devastation and need for comfort.

There's no Keigo pretending he's okay. There's just one panel showing us a young man embracing his unconscious student after probably one of the most horrific experiences in his life. Keigo, who has been mentioned to be a person who puts so much distance himself and other people, is the one the one clinging to Fumikage.

2. He really was, wasn't he?

As the Twice clones disappear, we see a melting Toga-Twice on the brink of killing Keigo, who makes no move to stop her as she slices him open. No, he seems almost penitent as he accepts death, only pausing to tell her he knows why she's killing him. Make no mistake, the moment he saw Twice back, he knew what this was all about; killing Jin. In this moment, he doesn't hold himself back with saying killing Jin was necessary - the future Jin's murder was meant to prevent came about anyway, no, this is just Keigo being honest that he really liked Jin, anyway. This panel might show the first real regret we've gotten from him, which is likely why he was so open about not fighting back. Because Keigo knows that he does "deserve" this.

1. Haven’t you already done your best, Hawks?

Chapter 185, this panel introduces us to Hawks.

Two hundred chapters later and we finally see Hawks, for all intents and purposes, resoundingly defeated. His quirk is gone. The army he had as back up, defeated. His student lying defenseless beside him. His hero-partner having left to fight his own battles.

And yet, despite it all, despite losing his quirk, despite every sign of failure around him, especially as he now has to reckon with his own moral event horizon, Keigo's capable of saying one thing:

#hawks #bnha #takami keigo #a happy birthday hawks post #keigo takami #keigo

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lillianastras · 2 years

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Queen of Love and Beauty || Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader

TW: blood and violence (like, a lot of it... they are no good people here)

Summary: The final duel of the tourney is about more than glory.

The loud voice of the announcer rose over the excited buzz of the crowd as everyone’s attention turned to the grounds. Whether everybody already knows that this fight is not merely for glory, for winning a battle and be rewarded with the cheers of the masses, you are not sure. Whether everybody knows that this battle will not end until one of the men lies dead in the dust.

The black mare was huffing as impatiently as his rider, proud Sir Dondarrion of Blackhaven, the man to be your husband in a fortnight, was baring his teeth at his rival. That was his most distinguished feature, you thought, his pride. Sir Dondarrion has been well-mannered and always kind towards you, but you remember the evening when swords were drawn at the feast in the Great Hall. Will you fight me at the Red Keep, sir, the Lord Lannister had called, Arbor wine letting the word fall freely from his mouth, behind the same walls the Rogue Prince has fucked the future Lady Dondarrion against. You have no doubts that Daemon Targaryen would have killed him if he were there that day. Always the one to protect his Lady’s honour, you thought, even though this honour was lost years ago in his very own bed.

The ruby eyes of the dragon on the prince’s helmet are piercing directly at his opponent. He had told you once, over quiet talks and limbs tangled in his sheets, that it was intentionally so, that the last things his enemies were to see is the red eyes of the monster and the final blow of Dark Sister. Daemon doesn’t look at you, and he doesn’t look at the crowd as well, pays the cheers from the people no mind for what is probably the first time in his life. His pale eyes are fixed at the knight in front of him, for both of them the battle has already started.

The announcer shouts something that you don’t really want to hear, because it makes all of this real, presents the Lord of Blackhaven and the Prince of the City and the squire boys move out of the field as the two opponents take their final places before the tourney begins.

You try to remember how it got to this, how you had begged Daemon to stay out of the lists just this time, as if it were possible. As if he would have listened to you. You pleaded in fury, in tears, but your dragon prince had stood stubborn and unwavering, and you hated him for it. You wondered if it was not planned so from the start, if Sir Dondarrion was not a dead man walking from the very day he had asked for your hand. If the Lannisters had not called on his pride and bride and make him challenge Daemon, would have the prince done it himself?

You remember the tears his calloused hand had to wipe from your cheek, how sweet his kiss had been and his quiet reasoning of I will not let another have you, and you knew there was no way of changing his mind. You had spent the most of the night in his arms anyways, he would not let desperation lurk into your heart. His lips on yours were soft and gentle for the first time in ages and every time you suggested he should get some sleep before the dawn, he would wordlessly spread your legs again and silence you with his body, his fingers or his mouth.

The whispers in the crowd are intensifying, bringing you back to reality, and at last the announcer makes his way out of the field. Your breath hitches in your throat and you can barely register that the two riders are charging at each other until you hear the sound of their clashing and the roar of the crowd. They turn around at the end of the way and you see the young squires hurry to give them both another lance. The force of the clash made them both turn to shreds.

The two riders storm at each other again, but the faint smell of copper coming from the grounds makes you glance down before you see them crash. There is no time to clean the blood of the fallen from the battlefield, you think as you watch the dark red stains drying in the dust. The need to turn your head around and vomit the contents of your stomach grows and you have to take a deep breath through your nose.

You hear the heavy sound of a body hitting the ground and your eyes shoot up to the battle again. Before you can realise what is happening, a hand reaches out from somewhere and grabs yours. Princess Rhaenys does not look at you, her eyes are glued to the tourney, but her fingers are wrapped around your palm and she gives you a firm squeeze. Courage, as if she’s trying to say, you will not face this fear alone. Your stomach turns up.

Daemon is lying on the ground, unhorsed, and the crowd is cheering. Seven Hells, you know this fight is not going to end now. And indeed, the Rogue Prince stands up, the squire runs with Dark Sister in his hands and hands it to Daemon. Dondarrion is on his feet as well, greatsword in hand and the battle starts again, more vicious than before. You allow yourself a quick glance up, to the Royal Lodge. King Viserys’ eyes are fixed on the fight, and he does not seem particularly worried, even though you can see his silver-haired Queen whisper in his ear, worry evident on her ethereally beautiful Valyrian face. Whether the King puts enough faith in his brother, or he does not truly understand the reasoning behind this fight, you will never know.

You are not sure how long the battle lasts, for you it feels like forever. The only thing ringing in your ears is the sound of metal meeting metal and the occasional heavy grunts coming from the knights. You let out a quiet, throaty sound when Dondarrion charges, sword landing on the Prince’s shield, the blow strong enough to make him lose balance and allow himself to be pushed in the dust. Dondarrion lifts his sword, gripping it with both of his hands, to aim for the fallen Prince’s head. “He’s going to kill him,” someone whispers worriedly, maybe Alicent Hightower, but you do not turn to confirm your suspicions. You grip Rhaenys’ hand tighter instead and fight the urge to scream.

Dondarrion hacks down with all of his strength, but Daemon manages to roll to the side and the blow lands a hand away from his head. The Lord’s blade is stabbed into the ground and with his hands clutching the handle, he realises his mistake too late. You don’t even see where the dagger comes from, just the glint of light that reflects from it as Daemon stabs it into his opponents knee. With a cry of pain and surprise, Lord Dondarrion slumps to his knees, hand instinctively reaching for the wound. Daemon does not allow it and his kick lands exactly there, pushing his mutilated opponent to the ground. The audience cheers as the Prince stands up to kick the greatsword away, rising over Dondarrion like a dragon over a sheep, his own weapon in hand.

The knight doesn’t even have a chance to yield before Dark Sister is plunged straight into his throat and a spray of blood covers the black steel of Daemon’s helmet. The cheers from the crowd quiet down, a desperate mother’s wail comes from somewhere in the lines. But it matters not, it matters not anymore because it’s over now and you can finally breathe with no heaviness on your chest. You are still gripping Rhaenys’ hand, even when Daemon is claimed winner and walks away from the dead body lying in the dust.

The rose garland is covered in blood when he lays it in your lap and his voice is softer than summer rain. “For you, Milady,” he says, “Queen of Love and Beauty.”

#daemon x reader #Daemon Targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x y/n #daemon targeryen x reader #house of the dragon #House of the Dragon imagine #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon x reader #daemon targaryen x you #hotd #asoiaf fic #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones fanfiction #Viserys I Targaryen #aemma targaryen #alicent hightower #rhaenys targaryen

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Separate Donnie is just so precious but also I want to put him in a jar a shake him like a kid with a firefly

DONNIE TIME!! Strap in, this one’s gonna be long

@raisondetre2012 @cutesybumbleb

Donnie struggles a lot in the beginning with distinguishing his brothers from his hallucinations. It helps that his real brothers act so different from the harsh figments that constantly torment him, but his brain will still trick him into listening and believing what they’re saying. The family has to be very careful at first when Donnie’s deep in one of his episodes, as there’s no telling how he’ll react to them intervening. Sometimes they’re able to guide him back with soft spoken words of encouragement, and other times he’s convinced they’re just trying to get him to let his guard down and he’ll get pulled deeper into the fog of his hallucinations.

The family’s knowledge of everything Donnie went through with Draxum is sort of limited down to: traumatic events Donnie has mentioned jokingly in passing, the horrifyingly casual way Donnie talks about testing things on himself, and just seeing with their own two eyes that Donnie has clearly been put through severe physical and psychological trauma for a long time. Mikey is probably the only one brave enough to ask about specific scars like Donnie’s metal plate and his wrists, but after hearing the blunt and honest recounts from Donnie, no one really feels a strong desire to dig any deeper.

@redheadedhypocrite They all have their own issues but Leo and Mikey are better able to mask theirs, unlike Donnie who can’t really contain his own panic any time he thinks he’s done something wrong. They just try their best to avoid any land mines, because hearing Donnie grovel and stutter his way through apology after apology for any little perceived mistake is pretty heartbreaking for all of them.

Donnie has a hard time with accepting that he deserves his place in the family, and thus will often still refer to himself silently as Three. He doesn’t really understand that the things Draxum did to him were unforgivable. He was always led to believe that Draxum was just trying to make him stronger so he could stand next to his brothers once the time came that they were all reunited. It doesn’t help that when they are reunited, even if it’s not in the way he’d thought—he’s kept from joining his brothers in their patrols for months. Leo and Mikey are left to babysit him for a while, but even then, they rejoin Raph and April before Donnie is allowed out. And the way Splinter treats him is so alien to Donnie, the doting and the affection. He wants to be Donnie so badly, but he hasn’t done anything to deserve it. Life was so simple with Draxum. Three would do something, anything really, and be punished. Nine times out of ten, Three was able to predict how the end results would play out—with Donnie, everything is an unknown—and he hates not knowing.

Donnie’s first run in with Draxum is fine in the moment, his brothers and April are there, and Draxum’s attention is more focused on Raph, Leo and Mikey and trying to convince them to join him. And his family instinctively puts themselves in between Draxum and Donnie so there’s no mistaking where their opinion of Draxum lies. It’s only towards the end where for a split second in the chaos of battle, that Draxum gets a moment alone with Thre—Donnie, but that’s all his previous guardian really needs to throw Donnie off. The battle ends and they retreat, but Donnie can’t help but over analyze Draxum’s words for the rest of the night, getting no sleep and replaying the encounter again and again. Sleep doesn’t come, and in the morning…

@imtiredandcoffeeismylifestyle

Not sure if you guys checked out the character sheet, I’ll link that above, it’s got all their ages, and then the start of the comic, where Mikey gets rescued, is a sort of prologue and then when Leo and Donnie’s stories comes in a year later would be the start of the show, so ages are 14, 15, 16, and this takes place over two years with a bunch of stuff in between before the finale fight with Shredder, then a two month break where Leo goes on a type of vision quest and has to return quickly as the events of the movie call him back home.

A lot of Donnie’s scars are from experiments, while most of his psychological scars are from punishments. We’ll see a lot more of what Draxum did to Three so I wont go into much detail there. While with Leo, most of his scars are from him failing to follow through The Shredder’s orders or expectations. Most happened early on, during training, and as Leo grew, so did his ability, which meant fewer punishments, and more praise from Saki.

Three was fed pretty close to a regular soft shell turtle diet, mostly fish and 🤢 insects and frogs—bleh. Which he didn’t really…enjoy, but it’s not like he had much choice. As he got older and was able to fix his own meals, he would more often choose flavorless juice smoothies, and only fall back on the other options when he needed the variety. Donnie is pretty picky when he joins the fam, but he trusts Mikey’s suggestions over his other two brothers. All in all though he much prefers the diet he has now.

@tksmainhellhole The bandana is to cover up the scars on his head, which were some of Three’s first, and so he was more self-conscious and attempted to hide them. Eventually though, he has so many that he doesn’t care, but for some reason he likes the feeling of the bandana and so he keeps wearing it.

Raph, Leo, and Mikey can kind of remember enough turtle to instinctively communicate back. Leo’s pride prevents him from doing it unless Donnie is in distress. Otherwise Raph and Mikey think it’s adorable and have fun with it.

Three/Donnie would normally hate being covered in grime and he’ll usually wash off the oíl as quickly as he can, but he loves picking off the dried spray paint (omg he’s just like me fr). So with it there, it’s a great alternative to, ya know—other bad habits.

Donnie and Raph will both go non-verbal when pushed to a certain point. Raph tends to hide when he does this (except from Splinter or April), but Donnie will seek out comfort.

@snailsnaps When Donnie is overstimulated he tends to either shut down if it’s really bad, or if it’s just enough to give him a headache or irritate him he’ll go find someone to latch on to who he can zero in on and ground himself in. With how quickly his brain works, being under stimulated happens far more often, and is usually what brings on his work binges and some of his more chaotic ideas.

He’s more aggressive before sleeping, when he’s gone on a five day bender of zero sleep and constant tinkering. Getting him to finally pass out is where the struggle comes in. He’s pretty hard to wake up once he’s out, even in the midst of a nightmare, he’ll come awake on his own. Leo and Mikey are more the, don’t approach after waking, or risk being attacked types. But sometimes when Donnie goes into his own headspace, and dissociates too deeply, it’s best to leave him alone, since he doesn’t like to be touched during those moments. That’s when you could lose a finger.

Donnie and Raph have a great relationship, and Raph is the one who Donnie probably goes to the most when he’s overstimulated, because a Raph hug is better than any weighted blanket—Donnie can focus on Raph’s calm breathing and his heartbeat and the warmth of his arms around him, nothing at all like the cold, hard vines that Draxum would entangle Three in until he was practically suffocating.

@space-is-spooky Check out this post here for your answer on Splinter talking about Donnie!

@redheadedhypocrite I think I mentioned a while back that Donnie is more wistful when he thinks about what could’ve been his childhood, but he’s not bitter so much, as he doesn’t even really think he deserved to be rescued. He’s just grateful that he’s even allowed a place in this perfect, happy family, when he’s only ever been a disappointment.

@ifyourereadingthisblinktwice

Donnie, when he is finally allowed to join his brothers in battle, has a hard time with larger groups of opponents, since he’s got the least amount of field experience. He tends to do much better from afar or from higher ground where he can see the whole picture. He’s probably the stealthiest after Leo, but with Leo on the front lines directing the team with Raph, Donnie is the one who gets sent in for recon and intel gathering, and then he’ll take more of a backseat role, taking out stragglers and calling out positions. This doesn’t mean he’s helpless though, he’s just more used to fighting one on one, as that’s how Draxum trained him. He’s still a master with his bo and once he taps into his ninpo and has more training on how to work with his brothers, they all feel better about letting him jump into the thick of it without worrying that he’ll get hurt in the choas.

Also Donnie would 100% use explosives in battle if he didn’t have to worry about his bros and April being caught up in the blast. When he unlocks his ninpo he can create some pretty specific weapons that allow him more controlled, but just as fun explosions!

#separated au #ask slushie #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt separated au #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #sep!au infodump

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caramel-flan · 1 year

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🏮 3.4 LANTERN RITE EPILOGUE

// SPOILERS AHEAD

There’s so much to unpack here regarding Venti and Zhongli but can we talk about this exchange at the end:

Going insane because the way the scene is framed and how the conversation pans between the two of them... it seems like Venti is speaking indirectly about himself and Zhongli.

If we take a look at some of the previous scenes:

What’s interesting are the moments after the dinner, when Hu Tao and co. are gathered to re-light the incense.

While Hu Tao makes her speech we see Venti looking contemplatively at Zhongli while everyone else is looking at the incense.

He applauds Hu Tao for her idea before nominating Zhongli as the most distinguished guest

This part is hilarious, to the humans present it sure is strange that Venti would immediately nominate this person he’s just met and chatted with briefly as opposed to one of his equally accomplished “old friends”?

But Venti gives his reasoning and finally this leads to another scene we aren’t talking about enough:

For the majority of the night Venti and Zhongli have been so un-serious with each other. At the dinner table they’re having fun with their ridiculous 4d compliments battle slash game of ‘Hey stranger’.

And it’s understandable that the masks are up tonight, the two of them can’t speak openly about earth-shattering plot-moving topics without giving away their identities after all.

But it’s here that we the audience get a glimpse of Venti and Zhongli at their most plain and honest about each other:

“If knowledge were a form of power, one could even say that you’re a wielder of unlimited strength.”

“But when it comes to having a way with words, the notable bard is certainly one cut above the rest.”

Zhongli is genuinely impressed that his ‘new friend’ can spin such an ‘unexceptional skill’ into an ‘unparalleled talent’ and he humbly downplays the claim.

But Venti is absolutely correct. Having a photographic memory is an extremely powerful and valuable skill to have in the world of Teyvat if we recall the events of Sumeru, and the purging of knowledge from Irminsul.

Zhongli likewise acknowledges Venti’s exceptional literary skills as a bard. We know now that fiction can be used to depict knowledge that has been erased from Irminsul, anything that can be recorded into song or ballad is ‘safe’ and therefore can be retrieved later.

For all their bickering, Venti and Zhongli recognize each other’s strengths in the effort to record Teyvat’s history, and preserve the ‘truths’ of the world.

It’s easy to see then why both of them would be so important and invaluable to each other as friends, and why they’ve stuck together for so long.

- 🏮 -

At the beginning of Lantern Rite Zhongli tells Traveler: “Setbacks are inevitable over the course of a long journey. If you wish to share what's troubling you, allow me to lend my ear. There is no need to shoulder all burdens by yourself.”

Through lore and gameplay we know that Zhongli and Venti are the last surviving members of the first iteration of the Seven.

Both have yet to personally reveal anything about their origins before the Archon War, only scattered hints that implicate Venti having strong connections to the God of Time Istaroth, and that Zhongli may not originally be from Teyvat.

But regardless of which theory you subscribe you, it’s clear both of them understand all too well the hardships of being on a long journey, and the importance of having someone there by your side to help shoulder those burdens.

#genshin impact #venti #zhongli #morax #barbatos #zhongven #lantern rite 3.4 #lantern rite #the exquisite night chimes #sdfslfk this is a mess but I needed to get my thoughts down after playing the quest #I apologize for any typos I'll go back and edit later this weekend if it's not too busy #but guys???? I still can't believe zv interaction is here and I Can't shut up about it

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seraphiism · 1 year

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𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ( 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 )

( the past is gone ; the future is far away. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? )

chara : dan heng fandom : honkai star rail quote cr : agust d a/n : he is just a little guy . also i've played for like 2 hrs i love writing abt men i love yet have no idea who they are

THE PAST IS A DESIRE DEMON / A DEVIL IN DISGUISE : INTOXICATING, ALLURING, AND EVERYTHING HE THOUGHT HE ONCE SURVIVED. THE PAST IS AN ILLUSION, A DREAM, A RECKONING : THE WOOL PULLED OVER ONE'S EYES, AN OBSCURE SMOKESCREEN, AND THE INABILITY TO DISTINGUISH WHAT WAS REAL AND WHAT WAS NOT IN MEANS OF COPING WITH WHAT WAS LOST.

the past is something dan heng cannot escape. journey after journey, battle after battle, the tides grow in their cruelty, threaten to drown a dragon in the waves of penitence. there is something that lingers in the strings of the heart-- a memory waning, the bitter taste of rust on his tongue-- how it anchors him so, prays for a downfall that one deems deserved.

the past is not something dan heng wishes to remember, but he does, anyway, because somewhere, there is the breaking of a seemingly cold soul that reminds him that even he cannot ignore his own humanity. defeat the spirit and it will return even stronger, suppress the sins of the past and they will return with even more hatred and anguish.

somewhere, he's drowning.

his vision fills with a clear blue-- tranquil. silent. forlorn. a clear blue, a violent storm, the harsh ebb and flow, then a muddled mess of blue and black. everything distorts, turns into white noise. he cannot see, cannot hear, feels his senses being stolen away, left in a limbo of uncertainty. something presses against his chest. something is pressing down and down -- a slow descent, the rapid rise and fall in attempt to breathe breathe breathe BREATHE --

dan heng cannot regain himself. he shuts his eyes, reminds himself that there is a way out of all things. composure and focus aligned, he controls his breathing. in and out, inhale and exhale. deep breath. there is a way out of all things. there is no need to be afraid. the pressure eases. the weight is lighter, but remains present, but the sway of the waters persists, and he cannot stabilize himself, find harbor and safety in the tides.

he opens his eyes and the first thing he sees is you. his head throbs, the floor beneath him far from comfortable. he cannot remember much, not really, recalls fighting beast after beast before seeing you in danger. he has always been a protector, a shield, but even then, he does not think his heart has ever raced so quickly in the desperation of guarding another. how quick he was, covering your body with his in order to save you from harm's way.

--ah. he remembers it all now. the way you cried out for him, that terrifying pain that engulfed his body, the quiet relief he felt when he realized you were okay, then the losing of himself and the welcoming of darkness.

you hover over him, concern etched all over your features, scratches and bruises adorning your face. your hand lingers on his chest, desperate. you seek comfort in the knowing of a beating heart, a weak apology spilling from your lips for about -- well, everything. dan heng doesn't quite understand it all-- an apology for shaking him so hard in means to wake him ( and maybe that's what it was, that weight, the strange instability in the tides. it was you all along, trying to pull your lover from the depths of the sea ). another apology for letting him get hurt, then another for--

his body hurts. his limbs ache, but he will be alright. he has to be. he smiles despite the panic and adrenaline that continues to rush through your bloodstream, and the mere sight means more than you could ever tell him. your words cut short, voice nearly breaking, and you cry the moment he places his hand over yours.

he does not speak of love so casually, finds that actions speak louder than words. in the way he squeezes your hand, utmost ardor found in blue hues, there is the silent confirmation that he is alright, that he's here with you.

"thank you." you whisper, and there are so many things you wish to say, but the words lodge themselves in your throat, heavy with the realization of what could have been. "thank you, dan heng."

you repeat this like a mantra unheard, the tears shamelessly spilling. he doesn't like the sight, feels the guilt rest on heavy shoulders, so he sits up, holds your hand a little tighter before he pulls you into a hug. how warm your tears are, he thinks, when you bury your face into the crook of his neck, and how grateful he is that you are able to share this moment, even if you are both injured. it doesn't matter in the end, he supposes. you are both alive and together, and that's all he needs.

"i won't leave you." he tells you. "you have me until the end."

#honkai star rail #dan heng #dan heng x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #oh What The Hell this was supposed to be like . fluffy and short ANYWAY #sorry dan heng idk you but ive met u and thts all i need !!!!! hope you're in character king. blows kiss #i love him . apparently i love men w red eyeliner who are closed off emotionally. xiao . ais .#.: writing

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wordsandrobots · 7 months

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I finished IBO recently, and I don't think I fully get why people call Mika and Orga's relationship one of "toxic codependence". That they depend on each other is obvious, but I feel like I'm missing out on why people think their relationship is unhealthy.

(Thank you for giving me a reason to procrastinate on the chapter I have nearly finished but my brain has gone 'nah' over.)

The way I look at it, there are two key levels on which it's unhealthy. These are related but I think it's worth distinguishing them, because one plays into wider problems within Tekkadan, while the other is a deeply personal matter between Orga and Mika.

But first of all, I think it's important to be clear: Orga and Mika's relationship is rooted in genuine care and affection. This is not apparent friendship built on a lie. These two really are together for life and there are many positive aspects to that. We see them joking about early on, Mika making sure Orga eats (whether he wants to or not), the ease with which they operate as a double-act -- and there's a real sense each would be dead before the series began if not for the other.

However, there is also a profound imbalance at the heart of their relationship. I've written before about how that imbalance is inverted compared to what it looks like at first glance; that is, Mika is the dominant personality, with Orga twisting to follow his wishes. At the same time, yes, Mika has absolutely outsourced his decision-making to Orga. No question. It might be Mika's desires and dreams that ultimately shape their path, but Orga is still the one making choices about where to go and who to shoot.

And it's the absolute degree of Mika's surrender that fucks Orga up. Because, to a very specific point, Mika will do exactly what Orga tells him without question. Period. Everybody else's opinions and orders are secondary to the man he's picked as his guiding star in life. I say 'man'; I mean 'boy'. This started when they were kids, after all, which is why Orga's sense of responsibility is quite so thoroughly warped.

As far as Orga is concerned, being in charge means working everything out on his own. Because Mika does not help him. Mika, at most, offers gut feelings for why something should be done; he never provides useful input on how to get from A to B. So Orga internalises that the buck stops with him, that he always has to be the decisive one, always has to have a plan.

It's masked to begin with because Biscuit is there as the angel on his other shoulder, offering useful advice and acting his second-in-command. However -- Orga never actually listens to what Biscuit has to say about the direction Tekkadan should go. That's the central tension in their relationship, in fact. Orga actively expects Biscuit to go along with what he chooses because that's what Mika does.

With Biscuit gone, there's nobody left to make even a token attempt at calling him on this tendency. Eugene utterly fails to, despite having a good set of instincts, because he's too committed to Tekkadan and too easily swayed by other people who seem to know better. Merribit gives it her best shot, but lacks the tools to approach the boys convincingly. Kudelia doesn't see it as her place. And the rest of Tekkadan fall in line over and over, reinforcing Orga's bad habits.

They trust him, is the thing. They trust him to deliver on the dreams he weaves, enough to offer up their lives on his say-so. None more than Mika himself, who literally gives an arm and a leg to make sure Orga's plans come through.

There is a point where this commitment slips out of Orga's control. I'm not sure where to pin it generally but the battle with the mobile armour is when Mikazuki makes it clear he isn't going to back down on the idea of becoming kings of Mars. He's seen Orga latch on to McGillis' offer as *the* destination, their place, where they can all be together and happy. And because he's always done whatever is necessary to see Orga's plans come through, he . . . does precisely that. Even knowing it's going to injure him further. Even with Orga literally telling him not to.

Making sure Orga gets his victory is more important.

I should stress how much this fucks Mikazuki up as well. I tend to focus a lot on Orga, but Mikazuki reduces himself down to a weapon for Orga's sake. To the point of breathing a sigh of relief once he's been sufficiently disabled he thinks he won't have a life outside Barbatos any more. Atra says at one point that Mikazuki is lazy over things that don't interest him -- that includes conceptualising an existence beyond fighting and following Orga. He does have his own dreams (being a farmer, seeing interesting sights) but actually working out how to achieve them after he's given away so much to Orga is beyond him. In the end, he simply gives them away too and chooses to keep following what he imagines Orga's orders would be.

Neither of these boys intended to do this to each other. That's the tragic part. Orga uses Mika as a weapon because it's the smart choice but it tears him up inside to see what that does to Mika as a person. Meanwhile, Mika insists what happens to him comes from his own choices and isn't something Orga should feel guilty over or see as a reason to give up.

And . . . here's where we move from the first level (Orga's no-middle-gear sense of responsibility coupled to Mika's unconditional loyalty) to the level on which Mika personally scares Orga into escalating over and over again.

It's that scene in the Montag Company ship. Or, no, it's not just that: Orga talks earlier about how he constantly feels Mika's eyes on him. Yet it's following Biscuit's death that this aspect of their relationship is laid bare.

I love this scene so much. It has the form of a triumphal rescue from grief, complete with swelling musical score, in much the way Mika often has the form of being the daring protagonist. But the content is Mika being the most blatantly scary he ever is in the entire show. The way he looks at Orga -- the way he always looks at Orga, his unblinking, uncompromising stare -- is at last framed as an overt threat. Mika is not going to let Orga give up because Orga promised to take him to the better place. What Orga wants is irrelevant.

Ah, screw it, I'm transcribing the dub script because it is so, so good.

"Tell me. What do you want me to do next, Orga?" "Hey give me a break. I'm just -" "Look I'm sorry. But I can't stop yet." "That's enough." "Now I wanna know -" "I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH -" Mika grabs Orga by the shirt, dragging him close. "Is this the place you told me about? 'Cos I won't stop. Not 'til we're there. I can't. On that day, Orga, I decided. So. How many should I kill? How many more until we get there? Because I need to know. Tell me, Orga Itsuka! You're gonna take me, aren't you? That's what you told me! What should I do next -?” "GET OFF ME! Orga throws Mika at the locker in the corner and stands up. "Yeah, alright, fine. I'll get you there. Can't turn around now anyway. That's what you want, RIGHT? No matter want kind of hell might be waiting for us. OK? Then I'll do it. And I'm bringing everyone with me." "Yeah. That's right. Take us there. So who do you need me to take out then? And what d'you want me to destroy? 'Cos if I finally get to reach that place someday, there's nothing that I won't do." SFX: lightning and thunder

This is not Mika pulling Orga out of the darkness. It's Mika driving Orga further into it, into a battle that kills dozens and very nearly ends with every single named character dead (in the real world, the commissioning of a second season saved them; in universe, it's stubbornness and pure fluke).

What would it be like to have someone so committed to what you've promised them, they would do anything for you, up to and including refusing to let you break your word? What would that be like if said person was the most dangerous individual you had ever met in your life, because there is a point past having no sense of self-preservation where no line is 'too far'?

That's Orga living with Mika as his shadow. That's not healthy. That's not sane. Orga comes loose at the seams attempting to be what Mika expects of him, and I think he's genuinely terrified of what might happen if he can't.

It goes the other way too. The scene in the ship is one of two times I'd say, yeah, that's what Mika looks like when he's scared. The other is immediately prior, when it seems Carta is going to kill Orga. 'That's what you told me' isn't just a reminder for Orga; it's the closest Mika gets to a crisis of faith. Seeing the one you believe in waver is its own form of terror and Mika has committed everything he's got to Orga. He can't conceive of stopping now.

[I should say, I primarily watched the dub and the vocal performances vary somewhat here even if the underlying intent doesn't. I love what Kyle McCarley does, injecting a note of increasing franticness into Mika's speech, but Kengo Kawanishi hits the volume rise hard on 'What should I do next?', hammering home just how much he needs an answer. Of course, they then both give Mika this deliciously bloodthirsty joy when he gets the one he's looking for.]

I don't know if there's anything Orga could do that would truly break Mika's faith or push Mika to turn that prodigious strength against him. I don't get the feeling Mika is the kind of person who'd ever hurt a friend for real. He isn't cruel and we see how much friendship matters to him (woe betide anyone who hurts the people close to him).

But what these two are actually capable of is beside the point. What matters is what they think of one another and they each think the other is the most amazing thing in existence. Orga sees Mika as near superhuman and Mika sees Orga as fantastically brilliant, and they're both afraid of being proved wrong, so they aim for an impossibility imposed by their mutual expectations.

The further they head down the shortest path to their goals, the more Mika crumbles physically and the more Orga crumbles emotionally. Like an engine shaking itself to pieces as it turns faster and faster. Love, hope, faith, determination -- and no brakes. A mad charge towards destruction.

I don't tend to describe things as 'toxic'. For whatever reason, it's not a word with much presence in my vocabulary. Still, I think it fits here. Mika and Orga's relationship might have been healthy, in a kinder world. It's undeniably the most important aspect of their lives. There's no intention on either on part to cause hurt. But the combination of who they are and the circumstances they are trapped in means they're ultimately toxic to each other.

No matter how much they care or want what's best, the very form of their relationship impedes their ability to grow, cuts them off from those who might be able to help with that, and eventually leads them to their deaths.

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Well, that's how I see it anyway. I hope this helped? I think Iron-Blooded Orphans does some pretty brilliant things in terms of presenting fucked-up relationships that have positive aspects while at the same time dooming the participants, so I'm always happy to ramble about that aspect of the show. Or indeed, any aspect of it at all!

#words in answer #more rambling #gundam iron blooded orphans #gundam ibo #g tekketsu #tekketsu no orphans #mikazuki augus #orga itsuka #character interpretation #spoilers

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jedi-order-apologist · 3 months

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Light of Day

Cody had always been drawn to the sun, long before he got to see one. Written for Cody Day (2/2/24) and Fandom Empire Prompt Tables 2024 - Prompt: "Gold"

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Sunshine was nonexistent on Kamino.

It rained, and it rained, and it rained. It stormed, mostly, but even when the sea and sky were calm, there were usually still heavy clouds above, drizzling a fine mist that never really stopped.

And on the rare occasions where it didn’t rain at all, fog rose up from the ocean, thick and obscuring the sky.

That wasn’t to say that Cody – or his brothers, for that matter – was entirely unfamiliar with the concept, of course. There were simulations. They were training for a war where they would need to be prepared to fight in all manner of environments. There were UV rooms, for the continued maintenance of their health – the Kaminoans may not have needed it, but humans, even cloned humans, certainly needed more of the sun than they could get naturally on Kamino.

So, Cody knew sunshine, to an extent. He knew its effects on the body, both positive and negative. He knew what the suns looked like in the skies of their respective planets. He knew the dangers of its glare as it hung low in the sky or reflected off their armor and equipment.

He suspected, however, that it was not quite the same thing as experiencing it.

It was an idle thought, and not something he dwelled on, more concerned with training and proving his capability as a soldier and commander candidate. Still, if there was something he looked forward to aside from fulfilling his purpose, it was that someday he would experience the sun for real.

He, unfortunately, was not deployed to the first battle, on Geonosis, a world that had no shortage of sunshine.

From the stories from those who had returned, though, there wasn’t much of it to see once the battle got going, too much dust and sand kicked up into the air, obscuring it just as much as the ocean’s fog.

Cody expected that such would be the case when he did get to experience a real sun for the first time. It was unfortunate, but that was the way things were.

But Cody turned out to have better luck than that, getting shipped first to Coruscant rather than directly to the battlefield. So he had the good fortune to actually have a moment to appreciate his first true sunshine.

It was quietly satisfying – more or less what he expected it to be like, the warmth of it, the shining reflections off the skyscrapers as dawn crept up on the city. There was a softness to it that he hadn’t quite expected – even the simulation lighting on Kamino always had a harshness to it, that the real sun lacked, while still keeping everything in perfect clarity. It left a lingering impression, and he wondered if other suns would rise the same.

He decided that, as much as the demands of war permitted, he would take a moment to appreciate the sunshine, if not the sunrise, on as many planets as he could. They all had to find their own personal indulgences, and this was Cody’s, only known to himself.

Or at least, it was, until General Kenobi asked Cody’s opinion on what color to distinguish the 212th battalion with.

“The color of sunshine,” Cody said, without hesitation. General Kenobi seemed unsurprised and untroubled by such an imprecise request. He did tease Cody with a bit of pedantry about how the different temperatures of stars and the composition of planetary atmospheres impacted the perception of their color, but he also didn’t press for any further details.

Somehow, though, the gold paint now in front of Cody was exactly what he had wanted, easily recalling the warmth and that satisfaction of his first sunrise.

And it was clear as day just how he was going to apply that paint.

#cody #cody day 2224 #peppermint writes star wars fanfic #lowkey disappointed i didn't think to save my cody time loop fic for the combo of cody day and groundhog day it would've been perfect #however i hope you enjoy this little fic nonetheless

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belit0 · 7 months

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y/n falling for akatsuki! shisui?

she is a kind soul, would he fall for her too?

JUJUUUU Akatsuki! Shisui my favorite Shisui

Let's analize it

Shisui is another blank canvas that I love, but I'm particularly interested in his Akatsuki possibility. Now, we know he is the only Uchiha who evolved/achieved the Sharingan through positive feelings, setting him apart from his entire clan. This reveals the purity he carries with him, the genuine kindness of his soul, and the devotion he has for the brighter side of life.

Akatsuki! Shisui, however, is a man who was abused for his innocence and need to do good, betrayed and scarred by the darkness of the world and the evil intentions of everyone around him.

I like to believe that Obito intervenes before he throws himself into the river, seeing the boy's potential and knowing his reputation, deciding he's even a better choice than Itachi. In my narrative, Shisui takes his cousin's place, and is the one who takes it upon himself to assassinate the clan.

Having lost an eye at the hands of such a nasty person fills him with the kind of violence he is unable to contain, and his pure mind begins to tinge with destruction and anger, frustration with himself for having been so naive to people who deserved nothing from him.

Shisui begins to hate himself at some point, for having let himself be used by those idiots, and after fulfilling Obito's objective, he recovers his eye. He doesn't get it implanted again tho, feeling like it is dirty and scarred by that nasty old man, yet there is a huge and terrible satisfaction in watching him die.

With the torture he inflicts on Danzo, he discovers a new facet of cold-blooded murder, a situation he never enjoyed during his confrontations in the war. Shisui gradually loses his mind and abandons whatever light is left inside him, filling himself with hatred and the need for destruction, anger.

His old side, that old Shisui who once believed in people and the possibility of doing good, fights against his new self, a constant battle between good and evil in his head. He loses his stability little by little, and ends up totally demented by his own thoughts.

Eventually, he fails to distinguish between right and wrong, consumed by the constant battle between the two voices inside his head, changing moods all the time and with no clear pattern to his personality.

Some days he is good, as he used to be, and others he is completely insane.

He can't fall in love with anyone, he doesn't have the emotional capacity to feel those things, but he does become obsessed. What he develops for (Y/N) is a mixture of darkness and strange warmth, divided by the two forces that dominate him.

His sick side wants her only for him but not out of love, rather out of possessiveness, becoming infatuated with (Y/N) in an unhealthy way, unable to stop thinking about her.

The old Shisui appreciates her presence and adores the light she emanates, desperate to be infected by her gentleness and return to who he was before.

Shisui has no way of thinking about anyone in that way anymore, unable to feel anything real and with his reality totally distorted, but the obsession he builds up for (Y/N) takes him to terrible lengths that only harm her.

#uchiha shisui x reader #shisui uchiha x reader #shisui x reader #uchiha shisui #shisui uchiha #shisui #obito uchiha #uchiha obito #obito #akatsuki #akatsuki shisui #naruto #uchiha clan #naruto imagines #naruto shippuden #naruto x reader

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thegratefulsouth · 27 days

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Alright I have just finished Season 1 of TWD DD and I have thoughts and questions and feelings. And energy!

I am very new to this fandom, and while I've done some searches in places, I'll still just apologise in advance for being repetitive and missing stuff. I will miss stuff every time.

I'll get Laurent out of the way, and even though it's all connected for me, the rest is Caryl.

#1 So Laurent. I have questions about his ability to see into the future. He was convinced Daryl would survive the Gladiator battle, he knew they'd all end up back together. Is this a real thing? Is it coincidence in faith? The drawing I don't care about, I'm not sure how involved he is with the manipulations, but he should definitely be able to feel that this is happening with Isabelle, given his empathic nature. So in that case, does he sense there is a reason to go along with her ways, for a future purpose we don't know about yet.

The empathic thing:

Episode 1, he says to Daryl "You're homesick. I see it in your eyes. I feel things. In my stomach. I feel your sadness." Episode 5, he tells Madame Genet that she isn't angry; her heart is broken.

He can distinguish sadness between heartbreak and homesickness- these are very specific feelings. Are there more examples? Not sure when I'll be able to watch it back. Is this significant? Is there a point to this? Is he going to make the match? Is he going to be overwhelmed by Carol's grief and guilt, though hopefully she'll just be happy and relieved when he meets her (hopefully!!).

"Daryl why don't you just kiss Carol like she wants you to?"

What are the rules around this? I don't know how it works.

#2 Second up! The boats. Is there any evidence that any of the boats have any significance? I know they probably just make sense with the location and the storyline, etc. But when Laurent cuts the boat loose, Daryl is losing his most immediate TANGIBLE lifeline to Carol and that is because a BOAT has drifted. A boat.

Okay, and also, I was thinking about this on my long drive to work this morning and I swear to the husks of dust on my Jim Shore Dorothy and Glinda figurine, Spotify threw THIS song I've never heard before at me. Yes, PIRATE song. Pirate song by mehro. But dear god the lyrics.

"Are you ready to let me in?"

"I've been trying to believe what I said is what I need."

This is such a haunting, beautiful song. I'm so thrilled to discover this artist. I'm not immune to dissolving into a puddle on the side of the road when I hear a new song that spins me out. I feel things so intensely. I'm going to do a post just for this song. This song is Caryl to me.

#3 Daryl's longing for Carol in a ramble:

I like the connection between Daryl saying "I have family back home," and Carol in the teaser clip saying Daryl is the only family she has left. It feels like a string, tying them together. Feels like they're on the same damn boat. Emotionally.

I just want to touch on the name dropping Who Are Your Friends scene with Laurent. Even though I have no idea whether this scene is supposed to have any significance or if it's just supposed to be a simple moment of connection for these two. Regardless, it is significant. Every second beyond about a week just is. So to touch on Laurent again, I'm just wondering is it possible that Daryl's a little guarded here, because he knows the kid's intuitive? Does he feel like he needs to be more careful with his emotions? He's already elevated. But he says Connie's name really easily. It's easy for him to say her name and I think that says a lot. He's trying to connect with the kid, so of course Judith and RJ pop up. Daryl got himself started, and there's a very slight gap, while he's thinking before he offers up Ezekiel. That's where he should say Rosita but she's gone, or Aaron (but too much missage? Their bond), Michonne's not there! Oh, Ezekiel! They were starting to get along? They had a hug and everything? I don't know. I like the link between Connie and Ezekiel though. Anyway Daryl has to say Carol because she is his heartbeat, so he manages to get that out and then he stops. No more names.

Laurent says they sound nice and is Daryl's response a little defensive? Even though Laurent's just a kid, he's a little intense. Daryl says, "Yeah, how do you know?"

I think that's interesting. Like he's shared as much as he's comfortable sharing and then he wants to bundle his family back up again. It's painful to talk about Carol because he misses her and he promised her and she cried when he left and she is his soulmate. She's a little too precious and valuable to be spoken about by someone who hasn't even met her.

Alrighty now I need to go find some gifs for that song post.

#caryl #caryl is endgame #caryl positivity

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idontknowreallywhy · 9 months

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A little WIP piece for our favourite Musician’s birthday.

I really really really meant to have completed the ceiling paint mystery one for today but it’s messing with me and I can’t get the ending right, so I’m compensating by starting yet another fic (with my usual music-nerd theme) promoted by my chats with the well of inspiration that is @astranite - thanks for letting me mess around with this one.

Blitzed out in my lunch break and entirely unproof-read… but if I don’t post now I’ll keep prodding it instead of actually doing my job so…

THE SOUND

“I know what the post-flight readouts say, Brains!”

He breathed in for an adagio 4 then out for the same, allowing the white hot knot of tension between his brows to ease a little. The gap it left behind it was immediately filled with the hollowness of guilt that he’d let himself snap at his old friend. He dug his fingernails into his palms and summoned the overly-calm baritone that was most effective when cajoling his elder brother into something resembling a reasonable response to whatever the latest apparently world-ending catastrophe was.

“I trust your creations and your protocols, I do, but I need you to trust me too. I know her and I know she sounded… off.”

“Off” was an understatement. Two had been shrieking at him all the way home. Oh, her habitual E-pitch purr was there, and the usual harmonics from ploughing through pockets of turbulence. Even the faint echo that told him her fuel tank was nearing empty… that was all a familiar part of the symphony. It was the extra note that made his teeth sting. That sharp wavering whine which defied his attempts to fix a pitch and filled his vision with flashing daggers of sickly neon green instead of his girl’s usual rich rainforest blanket.

Scott’s eyes flicked over to Gordon with an unspoken question. His wingman’s shoulders were a picture of awkwardness and he appeared to be trying to dig through the floor of the hangar with the toe of his boot.

“I couldn’t hear it guys… but you know me, I’ve got the musical subtlety of a rock. I shouldn’t get a say. Maybe we shouldn’t take her up again until Virg has had a look?”

Virgil caught his eye and focussed so hard on trying to convey his overwhelming gratitude that he moo-ed slightly. Coughing loudly to cover his own throat’s betrayal, he straightened and turned to his Commander whose exasperation was already tangible:

“I recommend that Two be grounded until Brains and I can complete a full systems check.”

Scott raised an eyebrow then his expression softened and he delivered a #7 variant of the Scott Tracy “Fine”. Virgil knew from the mid-range pitch combined with the slight increase in airflow towards the end of the word that this specific “Fine” meant “I should really be grumpier about this but I’m too tired and I know you’ll win me over anyway because you’re adorable”.

His long-suffering elder brother spun on his heel and tapped his comm as he walked away:

“John, Two is offline for 24 hours, please reroute anything One and Shadow can’t handle to the GDF.”

Virgil’s gaze had already narrowed on his beloved green behemoth as he pondered the most likely source of the disturbance when he sensed movement on the ground behind him. Gordon was knelt down on one knee, head bowed and the largest wrench in the workshop balanced on his upturned palms.

“Your battle sword, my liege.”

[Nerd note: Adagio is generally accepted to be between 55-65 beats per minute. So it’s a 4 second breath in.]

[Lore note: there are actually 16 Scott Tracy “Fines” and only Virgil can distinguish them all]

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #virgil tracy #scott tracy #gordon tracy #brains (thunderbirds)#music!virgil #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #synaesthesia!Virgil #Scott Tracy says Fine #Gordon is an awesome wingman #music is everything #thunderbird two #the sound mystery #the symphony of two #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #Thunderfluff

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suhjihanma · 10 months

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─── Variety of Flavors

Pairing

Hanma Shuji / Female Reader

Summary

As the summer temperature rises, so does the action within the bedroom. Thankfully, Shuji offers ice cream in a time like this. You know the man all too well for him to simply suggest ice cream. More would be placed on the table.

Word count

3,942(?) words - editing.

Content warning/kinks

Pet play, pet name(s) - mentions of "kitty", "kitten", fingering, fellatio, dirty talk, ownership, and smut.

Author's note

This story was based on the poll that I created this past Friday. I wanted to post this to my main page but, I figured to post this on a fanfic blog in order to gain some type of traction. Anyways, we now have come forth to engage in fatherless activities. Shuji Hanma is aged up based on the time leap presented in Season one. Also, this is a new imagine blog so, for those who have any requests or suggestions, feel free to shoot a message, follow and check out the blog.

“Man, its hot as hell out here.” Running errands while battling the heat is no joke. Hanma could have been more proficient and decided to gather things with an earlier convenience but in the end, laziness triumphs everything. Not to mention that most stores around the area were not obliged to serve cold sweets before breakfast was served. Not that it matters or anything but, Hanma was seriously regretting his decision. Reaching up the steps to the apartment that both of you shared, he was eager to come inside to surprise you with some good ol’ fashioned ice cream. One cup filled nicely with “cake batter,” the other with “cookies and cream.” It was kudos from his significant other that you recommended the place for him. An American-owned restaurant that serves flavors that well more distinguished than the Japanese counterparts gave him a run for his money.

Then again, he questions about the amount of sugar and extra conservatives being placed inside.

“Hopefully, she won’t complain about the melting.” Desperate enough to get in, Hanma quickly opened the door to escape from the scorching temperatures. A brisk wind blew across his body as he closed the door and placed his shoes by the entrance. It was a blessing to be finally home from the heat, especially with someone who has been good this entire day. Hanma recalled the conversation that he had with you last night regarding to receive more rewards for good behavior. Funnily enough, he mentioned how ice cream was on his list considering the other actions had already been done or it grown to be a bit repetitive.

Walking towards the living room area, he passively remembers how obedient you became. Punishments grew to be less, let alone with the constant backtalking and misbehaving. Rewards had come more familiar within the household. The sounds of pleading, crying, and moaning had become a familiar sound within this home, and Hanma didn’t want to take that away from you or him. There’s something about seeing you fully submitting. The eyes that swell with fear, the scent that musk's with sweat-an aroma that circles with anxiety, and the knees that stain themselves with dirt and embarrassment.

Hanma’s inner thoughts are entranced with impurity as he looks towards you lounging, seeming as if you were in and out of her sleep. A light tint of the sunrays was beaming across your well-nourished skin. As you tossed in your sleep, a pair of cutely laced cat ears were rubbing at the texture of your hair, along with the fuzzy tail that prodded against your bare ass now rests at the top of your upper thighs. The blanket was the only piece of fabric that was holding you together, let alone it was underneath your body. Hanma could be a believer of a deity but, even so, you were a gift of a creation from God. How could a man like himself be blessed to have such fine beauty being presented to him. His life precedes ugly, yet you make it to be as beautiful as possible.

Still, the blanket that you were lazing about on did not help what Hanma was going to do with you.

His smile grew wicked as he walked over to you, favorite flavor of ice cream in hand. As his steps towards you grew to be closer, your eyes slowly opened at the man coming towards her. The sense of curiosity grew towards the man as he finally came to your view. You knew that his smile read nothing but trouble, but you couldn’t help but to be indulged with his trouble.

“I’m back! Hopefully, you were good while I was gone.” Chuckling lightly, Hanma sat down on the couch and placed the cup of creamery on the table. You looked at him with a hint of caution while looking towards the cup that he placed on the table. An excited mewl escaped one of your lips as you came out from your nesting place. Stretching your body, it’s not you were trying to remove the kinks from your resting muscles. Rather than, you were trying to get a reaction out of Hanma. The arch of your back slowly rises with the tail that was resting on your thighs falls, the hips slowly pivoted from one side to the other as you began your crawl, and the smirk that stayed on Hanma’s face was all too familiar to you. Second nature be damned, it’s a scene that plays too well for the both of you.

“Welcome back, Master.” You happily announced, slowly crawling to the gap of his thighs, resting your hands on each side. You can't help but to be excited to crawl in his presence. The ache of wanting to please him grew to be overwhelming as he buries his unoccupied hand between the textures of your hair. You swore to yourself that this man’s hands were anything, but bliss given. Comfortable scritches were layered across with loving as you purred lightly from his touch. An excited hum slowly rumbled through your throat as you continued to bask in the comfort of Hanma’s touch. It’s not only relaxing but something that perceives itself as assuring.

“Aw, aren’t you an excited kitty?” The sultry tone of voice became sugar coated with coos as he stops caressing your hair. The matching collar that resembles well with your cat ears were now being held with Hanma’s fingers, forcing your head to tilt upwards to him. You ignored the drop of anxious pressure as you were now greeted with a smile that beamed uncertainty. Hanma was a difficult person to read faces off from, especially with his counterpart. Then again, his counterpart had cues.

Hanma was a gamble.

“Such a good kitty.” You saw him briefly looking over at the container before placing his eyes towards your vulnerable eyes. “You bought me ice cream, Master! How kind of you!” Excitement was steadily yearning in your voice as you looked at him with an expressive face. Your ecstaticity couldn’t handle itself anymore as you wanted to indulge in the sweet treat from him. “I am a good kitty.” You encouraged your reassurance by playfully nipping his hand that was still holding onto the collar, being careful not to bite over the tattoo that was on top of his hand.

“That you are.” Releasing his hands from the collar, Hanma collected himself and opened the container. Grabbing a plastic spoon that was nearby, he scooped a small serving that looked like it had already softened from the heat earlier. Your eyes pleaded with hunger as you voiced a pouted response, begging for him to feed you the reward that you so ever pleaded for. With your soft mewls, that only made Hanma reach out underneath you with one of his free hands to add pressure to your clit. Two of his fingers pressed against the area with numerous nerve endings and you couldn’t help but moan out in protest. If this was his way of getting an unruly kitten like yourself in check, then it was considered cruel.

He simply wanted you to fall in line.

“I’m not having any of that.” The sinister smirk faded to a stern look of disapproval. The man continued to rub underneath you as you tried your best to create a sensible reply to his order. “I can make you mewl, kitten.” Hanma noticed that the mewls coming from your mouth grew to be coherent with his taunting. “Just you got to be good to me.” A cool yet soft texture formed in the inside of your mouth. Without a notice, Hanma quickly serves you the spoon and places it inside your mouth. The taste coats your palette as you can’t help but to mouth off a pleasurable moan from the action that was happening underneath you. Senses begin to confuse you as you fully succumb to Hanma’s touch. Him feeding you ice cream can wait, rather you want to fully be tormented by touch. Disobedience is now aching to turn another chapter into you as Hanma continues with his enjoyment of torment. Oh, if only you had the chance to overtake his role and make him succumb to you.

There will be a snow day in hell before that happens.

“And I’ll be good to you.” The mewls that were exiting from your mouth had grown to be suppressed by a warm mouth pressed against yours. The noises had partly ceased from a kiss now grew to be anything but moans of pleasure. The warmth of his tongue coating alongside the coolness of the treat in your mouth became intoxicating. The softness of his tongue explored the open areas of yours as you began to dwell deeply into an abyss full of enticement. Seconds grew to minutes, and minutes grew to hours as you were fully locked within Hanma’s kiss. You barely noticed it but, Hanma started to palm himself between the area that rests against his upper thighs. No wonder the breaths grew to be more deepen by each stroke. Seeing him get more excited made you grow familiar with a certain pit inside your stomach. A feeling that rushes towards the bottom of your sex, you couldn’t help but to mewl out again in pleasure.

“Master, are you playing with yourself?” You whined. Looking at Hanma, you break away from your kiss while Hanma continued to pepper kisses across your lips. It’s quite rare to see this side of your master come out. The lovingness nature of a sick and stricken man was unfamiliar in your eyes in the bedroom, yet you could imagine that the heat could be a play in factor in regards of submission and dominance. Hanma looked at you with a soft smile and moved his hand away from your sex. The glistening fluids coated his fingertips as he brought both fingers to your mouth. He could only imagine how wet you are down there, more wet enough to slightly decorate the floor with secretions from being under his control. It was a non-verbal command for you to lick the remaining excess from his fingers. The strong taste that carried from underneath now mixes with the saliva that the both of you secreted, along with the creamery sweetness that lingered long enough in your mouth. You couldn’t help but become drunk in the aftertaste that coated the inside of your mouth. Hanma teased his fingers inside of you, slowly prodding them in and out before letting themselves be removed.

“Master's can play with themselves too, Kitten.” He moaned out before slowly unbuckling himself. You sat and watched Hanma take his precious time in getting his belt off along with the button and zipper. It’s as he is teasing you with his slowness. “Although, you got to have a bit of patience.” He spurted out a soft grunt before showing off a smirk in your response of what happened earlier. “Oh, I couldn’t help myself, Master. I need you to fill me.” The last sentence of your protest made you rub your thighs together by the thought of having Hanma inside you. Patience is considered a virtue, but it only became an afterthought. You couldn’t help yourself to give into temptation. It made its mark before you could be an obedient pet by obeying his every command. Still, Hanma can be considered the most forgiving when it comes to correcting misbehavior. Thankfully, this was the last time that your master would let this one slide.

“I know, Kitten. Still, you got to be a good kitty for me.” Hanma slowly adjusted his pants down to the start of his knees. “And how good kitties correct their behavior, hm?” The tail that was resting against the floor now gets lifted by one of Hanma’s hands as he moves the plug in a torturous, slow pace. The movement of the plug made you whimper out in excitement as you completely folded to his thighs, grabbing whichever flesh is present. “M-master, my t-tail!” You cried out as the movements were too much on a sensitive person like yourself. You wanted Hanma to stop but then again, you want him to still maintain his exact composure with torture. The beginning piece continued to go in and out as you pleaded with Hanma to stop, the mewling grew to be constant as you started to buck your hips to the motion of the plug, daring yourself not to get uncoordinated with his movements.

“What about your tail?” Hanma questions you in a dull tone of voice before now guiding his hands along the container of ice cream. Whining out of agony, how dared he stop pleasuring you, cursing him about worrying about trivial things rather than giving you the satisfaction that you ever so desperately need. Frustrated, you nudged your cheeks to his opened thighs, playfully nibbling at the area. “I need more.” You couldn’t take it anymore. The desperate need of wanting more than just his fingers grew to be a bit out of control as you slowly bring yourself to the head of his cock. The anger of wanting pleasure overshadowed the presence of Hanma’s cock that was profusely a hint color of red. Hanma didn’t say a word, he just looked over at you, studying the hardened form with your hands and lips. One of your fingers had gone downward to his balls as you gently lick the head in a lapping motion, almost identical to a cat’s. As the motion continued, you caressed his balls with one of your hands as you carefully moved them in the palm of your hand. A response from him squirming underneath you made you mewl ever so sultry. The heavy pants of Hanma as he slowly tries to buck inside your mouth gave you enough edge to continue. Giving his own rights of punishment would be listed enough as equals, but you wanted to indulge in your fruits of labor. That part can come soon, right now you want to please Hanma with one of your mouth techniques

“Fuck, Kitten. Fuck. You take my cock so well. Drink all my milk, okay?” You made a slight face as you locked eyes with the man who continued to move his hips gently to the movements of going down on him. “Drink your milk?” You broke character, as if you want Hanma to try again with his dirty talk. You playfully swipe your tongue across the tip of his cock, only to have him shudder in response. “Less talking, more sucking.” He groaned out, grabbing another spoonful’s worth of ice cream and without warning, the soft contents that were melted from the cup slowly started to drip on his cock. You watched him with curious intent as he continued to drench the contents of melted cream, as each hint of coldness touches his skin, a slight shiver of discomfort grew to be more visible.

“I said that I was going to reward you today, so here it is, Kitten.” Hanma chuckled as the components of the spoon were now gone. The excess that was layered was wiped away from the spoon as he placed it back on the table. Eyes that glow of pure bliss, the sensual touch of his fingers danced back towards the opening of your sex, fingers now circling around the entrance is now being plunged deep into the sensitive cavity. The whorish moans that eroded from your mouth now became silenced as Hanma forcefully guided your head to take him whole inside. The quivers of body tensions were released as Hanma quickly was to fold from the sensitivity of your mouth, he cries were more of a plea in dirty talk, begging you to take him from the inside. The hardness and warmth of skin made perfect ties with the sweet cream that fell into your mouth. The mixture of saltness and sweetness was quite intoxicating for someone who had such a greedy palate for your master. As you continued to move yourself up and down on his sensitive cock, Hanma continued to work his fingers alongside the deepness within your sex. Muffled cries and pleadings were sacred beyond this point. Hanma wanted you to submit out of pure intoxication. Handling out rewards that were traced with impure intentions was something both of you had grown to comprehend. As he reached to the sensitive spot that hid inside of you, his fingers slowly curved into a come-hither motion, making sure that you cry out on his cock. The movement of his fingers grew too much for you to bare as you lifted yourself off from his cock, the contents of the cream still linger over your lips as you mewl out in pleasure, body slowly starting to shake from the overstimulation in which your breathing began to become shallow.

“Please reward me, Master!” You cried out, hips swaying in motion with Hanma’s fingers as he continues to stroke the sensitive area inside of you. “I need your reward...please, give me your reward!” You begged out pleadingly as you placed both of your hands to the base of his cock while continuing to lap at the head and tip like a cat in heat. “Reward....” A mindless repetition of sorts grew from you as your speech began to be muffled by the swelling size of his cock. Looking over, Hanma couldn’t take the pressure of you pleading so needily underneath. He could bring you to a field full of mind break by you constantly pleading over his cock, but then again, it’s nice for him to see you this vulnerable in a state of bliss. A submitting pet like yourself who only thinks about getting fucked from his fingers made Hanma want to take you all. “Such a needy little kitty.” Hanma slightly huffs at your needs before making a grunt in return. “You want your reward. Huh?” He questions you as you continued to suckle on the tip, which made him want to jump from the couch and fuck you from behind with the tail plug still intact. “Please, master? I’ve been such a good kitty.” Your mewls continued out in protest until Hanma got closer to your face. “God, you look cute with my cock in your mouth.” The nerves of embarrassment seemed to show in place as he continues to watch you suck him, knowing how which nerve correlates to the correct spot when going down on him. A grunt form in the back of Hanma’s mouth as he forcefully guides your head to the end of the base, violently going up and down which each cough or sputter gets muted with words of encouragement.

“Since you asked. You are such a well-behaved kitten.” The forcefulness of his motions was becoming a bit too much as Hanma continued to face-fuck you, hips moving rapidly along with the fact that you sensed that he’s about to orgasm soon. “Shuji!” You muffled out while the grip of his hands grew to be tighter with each stroke, let alone the continuous motion of his fingers that were inside of you didn’t seem to stop either. Being this sensitive grew to become more than enough to bear. If this way Hanma’s way into creating an orgasm from you, then it was complete torture yet, there was something beautiful in his torturous ways. At the end, he still wanted you to reach your climax even if he didn’t reach his. Maybe that’s what you liked about being under his control. No matter how overwhelming the sessions are, it still leaves you satisfied by the sense of his touch.

“The more I fuck you, the more my name comes from your mouth.” Grunted Hanma as he continued to work his fingers inside of you. You moaned out in satisfaction as your hips began to furiously work themselves with the rhythm of his fingers. Pressure was building as you held yourself on his knees. You couldn’t take it anymore. All you wanted was some release and thankfully, Hanma could give it to you.

In his own way, of course.

“Master, I’m about to come!” You cried out while lifting yourself from his cock as the orgasm overtook your body, a loud moan started to drag. Sensations in your body grew to overly sensitive with shock as you cry out in pure bliss, then going back to suck on Hanma’s cock while muffling cries are heard. “Come for me, Kitten. Come on my fingers.” Hanma repeatedly starts to stroke in gentle motions before he continues bucking his hips, this time in a slower motion. “Fuck, Kitten, I’m about to come.” He cries out. You gently remove yourself from his cock as your tongue swipes the hole entrance. “Master wants you to come for Kitten.” The sultry tone didn’t help Hanma as without warning his orgasm came over him like waves. The unexpected sensations of the orgasm slowly dragged itself from his body as each spurt slowly drenched the top of your tongue. As Hanma slowly begins to come down from his orgasm, the warmth of him coats well with the aftertaste of sweets as you swallowed the cum that rests on your tongue.

“You taste amazing, Master.” Cheerfulness along with a hint of exhaustion grew from your voice as you continue to lap the remaining excess from his cock. A sensitive Hanma playfully tossed your hair before readjusting the kitten ears that became lopsided. “Even better than the ice cream, kitten?” Hanma looked over at the empty container before looking at you with an expression that reads tiredness as well. You shook your head in response to his question before climbing up on the couch to kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks for the meal!” You chipperly stated, bouncing up and down happily as you playfully move your fur tail, sweeping it left and right. Hanma looked at you with disbelief before scrunching his eyebrows. He tossed his head on the headrest of the couch before motioning you with one of his hands to come nearby. “How do you have this much energy after I just finger fucked, and face fucked you?” Specifically stating out each position, Hanma playfully pats your ass while you snuggle up to him, making sure that skin contact is close as it ever needs to be in this dire moment. “Because you give me energy, Master!” You playfully stated. “Master’s milk is Kitten’s energy.” A sense of pride grew in your voice as you nuzzle your face in your chest, a satisfied purr grows slowly again in your vocal cords. Hanma scoffed and laughed at the response you gave to him. “That it is.”

Cute bantering now became small traces of silence as neither of you didn’t want to move from comfortable positions. Appreciating skin contact is one of those things Hanma likes to enjoy, you included. After rough sessions, you can’t help but bask in the warmth of your partner. The touch of one another can make the both of you melt, but touch is communicated all too well in play sessions that grew to be more intense than this. Before getting into having a relationship like this, you always thought that Hanma didn’t believe in aftercare due to the nature of his lifestyle in the criminal underworld yet, here you are, being vulnerable to someone who tries his damnedest to not be vulnerable to certain people. It’s funny how things turn out.

What’s even more funnier is that Hanma didn’t care to place your ice cream in the freezer before he walked in.

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chainelunaire · 1 year

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genshin men while sleeping pt.2

pt 1 pt 3

xiao

not only he doesn’t need to sleep, he fears it with his whole soul. he feels extremely guilty of what he’s done in the past, even thousands of years after, and sleeping is kinda triggering to him. he fears to fall asleep one day and not distinguish dream from reality. when he’s exausted from battles, he may rest near zhongli or ganyu, so he can be sure they’re here to wake him up, if he drifts off. zhongli tried to talk to him before about that, to simply try, but xiao can’t do that even for him. he’s actually nice to sleep with - if in the right mood, he may start telling stories, and even though they’re short and kind of bloody frankly, it’s nice to hear his calm voice.

zhongli

now he needs to sleep in an actual bed, but thousand years back he was fine with whatever. he’s also taking a bit of his actual appearance, since he’s relaxed and he’s alone. doesn’t sleep hugging anything and likes to keep his bed all to himself - that’s kind of a shadow of his dragon-ish nature. his bedroom is a sacred place to him, no one is allowed here. he usually sleeps kind of fine and rarely has any dreams, but when he does, it’s nightmares every time. he dreams about the war and how cruel he was sometimes, he sees those who he killed but never those who he lost. even though he desperately wants to, he never ever saw guizhong or azhdaha, or any of his long lost friends in his dreams. he’s unusually silent and somber for a few days after those nightmares.

childe

highly depends on where he’s sleeping. if it’s on his mission and he’s sleeping wherever, he’s perfectly fine. if he’s at home with his family, it can go two ways: he either has great sleeping, or he has the worst time of his life ever. his nightmares are usually about him hurting his family or about the abyss, and he has kind of a strange ability to recognize that he’s dreaming, and then pull himself out of it. the one who’s actually in a great mood after his nightmares, because he’s really glad it ended. needs to check on everyone he dreamed about after, he gets really clingy and whiny, but it’s because his nightmares are quite terrifying. he’s a light sleeper, but not in an anxious way, it’s more of a skill he trained, so he could be a better warrior. likes to sleep with his younger siblings on his huge bed, also likes to sleep under a thousand blankets in a freezing cold room.

#genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #xiao imagines #xiao x reader #xiao angst #zhongli imagines #zhongli x reader #zhongli angst #childe x reader #childe imagines #childe angst #tartaglia imagines #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia angst #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact childe #genshin general

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lassieposting · 1 year

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Actually. Also. While I'm SABposting.

The whole "Dark & Dangerous Morally-Questionable Immortal vs Safe But Bland Childhood Friend love triangle? Is boring. It's been done to death in every single YA series ever written.

But. Y'all know what could've been super refreshing and highkey entertaining?

Kirigan and Mal getting along.

Like. Mal is supposed to be a promising young soldier anyway, and when they meet, he's just succeeded in hunting down a folkloric magical creature that nobody has caught in hundreds of years. And then he has the sheer brass balls to withhold said creature's location to try and negotiate with someone who outranks him to an almost inconceivable degree.

This is. Probably not a smart career move, because noblemen are petty and prone to pissing contests, and Kirigan could make Mal's life very unpleasant. But it is brave, and Kirigan has been a soldier long enough to both a) spot untapped potential and b) respect bravery when he sees it.

(It's interesting to me that Mal often forgets to salute/call his superior officers 'sir' in the First Army scenes, but he absolutely remembers his manners with Kirigan. He needs this guy to like him, so he can see his bestie.)

And getting on each other's good side would actually benefit both of them - which Kirigan especially would know - being however many centuries old and with strategy as his fucking job.

On Mal's side - he's kind of languishing in mediocrity because he's an orphan with no contacts to give him a foot in the door to promotion. When he applies to transfer to better units where he'd learn new skills or have more opportunities to distinguish himself in the eyes of his superiors, he's shunted aside and overlooked in favour of someone whose father knows the king, because fatcats all look out for each other. But if he applied for the same transfer with a recommendation from the Black General, his potential new CO would take him far more seriously as an option. He certainly wouldn't suffer for having an affluent, influential man at the top of the military totem pole keeping an interested eye on his career.

On Kirigan's side - having Mal around, even infrequently, will settle Alina and make her feel more at home, and she'll know he pulled strings for Mal to boot. He's been intercepting their letters, because Alina writing all about the daily goings-on in the Little Palace is a fucking security risk, and she's understandably angry with him for it, but if Mal has a reason to come by the Little Palace now and then, to report to him on something or other, she can see him in person and won't need to write letters that could so easily fall into the wrong hands. And - well, at some point, Mal will owe him so much that he'll have to be loyal. Because betraying him would cost Mal everything. He's patient. He can wait.

Except. Mal turns out to be likeable, in the salt-of-the-earth sort of way Kirigan sometimes misses from when he was a serving soldier himself, all those centuries ago, and he is full of fun facts about Alina and amusing (for Kirigan, Alina would say embarrassing) anecdotes about shit she got up to as a child. He's gotten used to the intrigue and the backstabbing and the plotting that goes on at court, but there's none of that with Mal, because the boy is a shit liar and has no guile whatsoever. It's refreshing. And Mal has grown up being schooled about battles that Kirigan fought in or masterminded, and he has Questions that at some point he gets to actually ask, and for a minute while they're conversing Kirigan sort of stops being this terrifying Grisha freak of nature in his mind and is just. Another old soldier, like most of the COs he's ever had, telling war stories, and there's common ground, between them.

And like Alina is aware that they've formed a tentative truce for her sake and she is very pleased that they have, and then one day Aleksander makes a comment about how "the boy isn't a complete imbecile, I suppose" and she starts to think he might even like Mal, in his own prickly way,

And then she walks into a room during a fete and sees them talking, and that's lovely because they both look actually interested in the conversation! And she's smiling at them, right up until Mal starts flapping his elbows around and pulling comically horrified faces and she just knows he's telling Kirigan about the first time she ever rode a horse, when the damn thing spooked and took off with her at top speed and dumped her in the - yes, there he goes, pretending to pick pondweed out of the hair he doesn't have - lake. And Kirigan creases up and almost chokes on a mouthful of wine and saints, he's such a horse girl he'll be bringing this up forever and. Yeah she is going to have to murder the pair of them because she will never hear the end of this otherwise

#sab headcanons #aleksander kirigan #malyen oretsev #alina starkov #anyway yeah it wouldve been nice to see them get on like a house on fire #i have not and will not read the books #but ben and archie's dynamic is great and i wouldve loved to see a little bit of that carry over to mal and kirigan #rather than the same old love triangle pissing match #sab

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