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marie-dufresne · 2 years

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Tit for Tat

Arthur Dufresne arranges a business marriage between his daughter and one of ShinRa Weapons Company’s rising stars: Josef Heidegger

1973.

The bustle was typical of the Dufresne household, particularly when there was a gala to put on. Their home was always host to a number of events, perched just above the beaches of Junon, offering their guests no shortage of views and elevated status as they clinked wine glasses and exchanged funds.

There were three days before the next event took place and at this time, there were people all over the property, from florists taking finals notes, to temporary water features being erected, caterers detailing the final menu, and as Marie tapped her pink feathered pen against her notebook, giving some thought to the uplighting, their butler appeared before her with a silver tray, a lilac R.S.V.P. envelope sitting upon it.

She lifted it with thanks, noting her father who had just come home, barking orders at this one and that as he made his way towards her.

The envelope was thicker than it should have been, and at the moment she withdrew the card and Arthur took his place beside her, she jumped back, a crumpled pair of red silk panties popping out from its prison. Arthur Dufresne let out a curse, but his daughter took a polished step back from the insult, giving her hand to a footman who had appeared out of nowhere, wiping down her skin and scurrying off with the discarded missive.

“Mother tastefully declines our invitation,” she said, giving her fingers a little flick. She shouldn’t have been so shocked at the crass response.

She ignored the reddening of his face, moving out from the ballroom and into the foyer.

“How was Midgar?” She asked, directing his mood towards the trip he’d just returned from, “the president is well? He recently showed me his drafts of those ‘plates’ he’s trying to move forward on. It seems exciting.”

Arthur stopped, nearly colliding with a dolly wheeling a statue of a fish, flourishing his annoyance with the file folder in his hand.

“Don’t talk about the president in that voice.” Marie’s brow lifted and she turned, curiosity alight. “What voice?”

“The voice you do when you try to get all chummy with someone. Artemis ShinRa is my business, not yours. At least not until I say it’s so.”

She pursed her lips at that. Of course. There was always a job to do and no one was exempt from being a job. Either they were a job, or they were no one. That’s the way her life was expected to run. She couldn’t help it if Mr. ShinRa had taken an interest in her first. It wasn’t a romantic interest, much to her disappointment (and surprise, if she was taking his habits into account), but even if she was not destined to be Mrs. ShinRa, she could still value being in his inner circle. He was young, handsome, and on track to rule the planet.

What more could an heiress want?

“Well you don’t speak to me unless you’re about to give me a job, so what do you need? I have your gala to plan.” If he hadn’t been so focused on his new business lead, he might have had a scathing comment, but instead, handed the folder over without much fuss.

“What can you tell me about this man?”

Tucking her notebook and pen under her arm, her eyes lit up when she saw the man in question.

“Oh! This is Josef Heidegger! He’s really up and coming right now.”

“How so.” He knew the answer, but what he didn’t know was anything else. His meeting hadn’t been with Artemis, but with Heidegger and as promising as a business agreement sounded, the man had not been forthcoming with any information regarding himself.

Marie’s hand flapped excitedly by the photo, her little fingers wiggling in the air—something she did when she was excited.

“Well, he’s only…twenty-….four, I think and the President just appointed him as ‘Head of Public Safety’, which makes sense because it's a palatable way of saying ‘military’ and why wouldn’t a weapons company just whip up their own military?”

Arthur let out a little breath from between his lips, finding amusement at her sarcasm. They had a great relationship with ShinRa, but even Arthur Dufresne was not nearly as ambitious as the president.

“But what’s really fascinating about Heidegger is that he’s entirely self made. He’s from Corel and from the pieces I’ve put together, got bored with life in the mines and set himself up as a mercenary until Artie took notice.”

“Don’t call him Artie.”

“So here we have this absolute brute of a young man, literally bully his way into a top tier position of the most rapidly growing company on the planet. He is dangerous, father. He’s dangerous in his own right and now he has the president in his pocket. Maybe it’s the other way around but…he is not someone we should cross.”

She took a moment to admire the photo in the folder, her fingertips playing at her lower lip as she shook her head.

“I mean…look at him. He’s massive, all muscle by the looks of it. He could strangle me with one hand, I bet.”

Arthur took a swipe for the folder, his effort thwarted by her quicker reflexes as she spun to give him her back.

“I advise you not to cross him then,” he said, moving to stand over her shoulder and jabbing a finger into her neck.

“I do not intend to,” she replied, putting distance between them and handing the file back, “we’re on the same team, aren’t we? What’s good for the goose is good for the gander and all that. So long as we all keep Artie happy, we’ll be happy.”

“Well your job is now to keep Heidegger happy. Be at the chopper in an hour; you’re going to Midgar.”

“I—“

Someone approached her and she silenced them with a hand in their face, her palm squishing against their nose until the turned and retreated from whence they came. This was not the time to be interrupting her.

“I can not go to Midgar! This gala is in three days. Three. Days. One of those days, my time will be spent getting ready to be present at it. A trip to Midgar and back will set me back at least half a day. I can’t do it. Reschedule whatever it is you have planned.”

As much as he found himself ever impressed with how she ran their family’s show, stepping into the role of lady of the house when her whore mother had stepped out, Arthur Dufresne would not ever allow himself to be ordered around by her. He would not ever allow her to take control of the schedule.

They were not equals. He inhaled slowly, puffing out his chest when he towered over her, his grip on her set in her hair, forcing her neck to hold her gaze to him. This was not an uncommon scene and though no one said a word, the foyer emptied almost immediately.

“You will fly to Midgar. You will meet with Heidegger. You will impress him and I don’t care with what. He has agreed to form an alliance with us through marriage upon approval of you as a mate and I don’t think I need to remind you that there is room on our guest list for a Mr. Colin Devereaux should you fuck this up for me.”

Any fire of defiance in her eyes was doused, replaced by an anxious scanning of her father’s features, and her voice lowered to just above a trembled whisper.

A mate? Had he really said that? As if they were nothing more than animals.

“And what if he doesn’t approve of me?”

“Then you will have fucked up.” He released her with a shove, demanding to the empty room that someone ring up one of his mistresses and Marie stared down at the floor for a moment, taking a deep breath. Marriage was not the news she had been expecting today.

She was unusually silent in the helicopter, having only had enough time to put on an outfit she thought suitable for the situation, she hadn’t processed any sort of plan. Impress, she’d been told. That was usually easy enough for her but…dazzling men with a cute smile and a tease of cleavage to remain in their thoughts was one thing. Presenting herself as a good prospect on one hour’s notice was altogether different. That was personal.

How did one approach a man whose idea of a wife was nothing more than a ‘mate’?

No, that wasn’t her focus. It couldn’t be. She needed to focus on what he was proud of. The things he had accomplished. His skills. Murder was one.

Murder was most of them.

Not a good plan either. This was…a business transaction. Business transactions she could handle. She had something he needed, she had the very thing she was best at and it was that thing that he required for the level of success he desired. The very thing Artemis ShinRa also required her for.

That would be her angle.

The temporary headquarters for the Department of Public Safety was no more than a few conference rooms and an office in a multi-level professional space at the harbor. If nothing else, it had a great view.

It was concierge that directed her to the second floor from the top (the top being Mr. Heidegger’s personal quarters at the moment) and when the attendant opened the gated door of the lift, twenty-one year old Marie Dufresne stepped onto the marble tile in forest green pumps.

When she left this building, she’d be spoken for.

Her dress matched her shoes (greens were so en vogue right now), offering no frills or embellishments. It was the cut that shone the most, a silhouette from decades past that hugged every curve she had to offer. She had many, and they were all on the table for Josef Heidegger. She bore so little skin; no cleavage in her jewel neckline, no shoulders, her arms covered by the deep green velvet racing all the way to the tops of her hands. Even though her hemline teased above her knees, the seams that ran up the back of her calves warned any onlooker that her legs were not as bare as they seemed. It was only the row of tiny, meticulous buttons that ran down her spine that suggested it was possible to remove the garment at all.

The only tease of flesh she gave at all was her neck, her golden curls swept up high into a near impossibly stable nest, where only a few dared pop out and tease against her pulse. It was an invitation if he was smart enough to notice.

As it turned out, he was not.

Maybe it wasn’t that he was unintelligent, but when she entered the room and he stood not to greet her as a gentleman would, but to advance on her, towering over and asserting his physical dominance, Marie realized what he lacked was sophistication. It explained the entire circumstance, really.

With her face barely inches from his chest, she could smell the cologne he wore. It was cheap, but surprisingly pleasant, though he wore too much of it. An easy thing to learn.

She didn’t quite understand why he was standing so close, the way a wild dog might push to intimidate its lesser pack mates, so she put a hand up to his white dress shirt, palm pressing into his chest ever so slightly.

“Mr. Heidegger.”

He hadn’t expected to be touched.

He had approached her with ferocity to test her. Would she run? Cry? Cower? She was pretty, but even pretty women withered into crones with age. He wasn’t going to waste his time with an imbecile attached to his name for the rest of his life. He was in charge. He’d make that much clear, but if he was to be shackled, it would be by someone who knew how to take it.

This one didn’t even flinch.

She cleared her throat lightly and he felt pressure where her hand was, but she wasn’t pushing him away. She used him as leverage to take a few steps back, raising her head to display a beaming smile.

“I’m so glad to meet you.”

For a minute, he didn’t say a thing. He stared down at her with his naturally disapproving face, shrouded in his beard that had always grown too thick, too quickly, and far sooner than all the other boys in his town. He was mean looking, unyielding, and though he was young, he’d never looked it.

And yet she didn’t seem to mind. She was…all sparkles and regality and why was she smiling like that?

He let out a little grunt and stepped away. “Let me tell you how this is going to go, Marie.”

“Oh please do,” she encouraged, taking her small strides to follow him, “but not here.”

With furrowed brows he looked down. How dare she—

“Tell me downstairs, at a table for two. Or upstairs on your sofa over a bottle of champagne.” Her hand was at his chest again, all light and playful. “I don’t usually enter a man’s living quarters but given the situation I don’t think it would be too scandalous.”

“You…want to eat?”

“Food and wine are always a romantic choice, don’t you think?”

Did he look like he gave a damn about romance? But then again…there was a filet that went unrivaled thusfar and his taste for red wines was growing. He had skipped lunch…

“We can order to my suite,” he concluded, swiping his suit jacket from the back of his chair and flipping it up over his shoulder, “I hope you like cats.”

“I like all cute animals,” she confirmed, following him out of the office and into the elevator. This time, the attendant made himself as small as possible, praying he wasn’t addressed by the man who had just walked in.

“There is one thing I need to know before I can think about agreeing to a marriage,” he said, using a card key to open the door to his dwelling. “Are you a virgin?”

If she hadn’t been expecting the question (so typical. so so so irritatingly typical of men), she would have rolled her eyes so hard she’d have passed out. Instead, she kept in the character she was playing.

“No,” she drawled, giggling and hiding her smile behind her hand, though her eyes displayed mischief as she returned, “are you?”

The indigence that crossed his features was expected and she continued to laugh when his fist hit the countertop.

“No! Of course not! What do you take me fo—“

Oh.

Damnit, Josef.

This girl was flirting with him. She was…she was being playful. Well shit. No one had ever flirted with him before.

“…that’s good then. I don’t have time to deal with amateurs.”

Marie gave a little half shrug of one shoulder and leaned back to rest up against the arm of his sofa, welcoming a black puffball of a feline who began to saunter across her lap.

“I’m sure you could show me a thing or two still.”

She adjusted her feet slightly and the sound of her heels against the wood floor sent the cat into a panic, scrambling down and choosing six directions in a row before finally disappearing into the bedroom.

Heidegger hid his embarrassment behind a cough. He wasn’t used to this sort of conversation. Filthy conversation at females expenses yes, but with his peers. With women it was…purely physical. There was no room for conversation. He put them where he wanted them and did as he pleased and that was that.

“So when does it happen, then?” He asked. If he was unfamiliar with conversing, marriage was an even further concept. “Did you bring paperwork with you?” From the looks of her itty bitty…purse? Wallet? What was that thing? Well, from the looks of the thing she had in her hand, there was no paperwork.

For as much as he claimed to have no time for amateurs, from where she sat, that’s all he was. He knew nothing of society. His newfound career and salary may have paid for a penthouse above the harbor, but this man had absolutely no idea how to behave in his tax bracket. This was her job. This was the part she would play as his wife. She was the key to all the doors currently locked to him.

“We can’t just get married,” she explained, “well we could, but you’ll never achieve what my father promised you if we get married today or tomorrow. The people need to believe it. Your business prospects who already adore and trust me need to believe and trust you. Signing a document and wearing a ring isn’t going to do it for them.”

He sighed with irritation, throwing his jacket in her direction before picking up the phone to order two filet dinners and whatever wine they recommended. He didn’t ask how she preferred it cooked, nor if she even enjoyed the wine they suggested. He ordered two of everything and that was that.

“You don’t have to love me,” she said, trying not to condescend. He didn’t know how to navigate this and that was fine, “you don’t even have to like me, but…it has to appear as if our decision to marry was personal, not economical.”

She laughed a little. How silly that was, when in her world almost nothing was personal, but if he appeared to marry her simply for the sake of an advantage, the advantage would be denied him. People were happy to be used and swindled until they knew they were being used and swindled.

“I have a lot of influence over the masses as well. You want their favor. Your department depends on their favor. Woo me. Date me, we’ll have a long enough engagement for people to gossip about, we get married and then…you do what you want. And in that period of courting I introduce you to all of the people you need to know, they’ll feel you out.

“You have both legs up on this world. Being a personal friend of the president, and then in a relationship with me, people will warm up to you quickly, that’s a fact.” It was most of what her father had said last night when he proposed the idea. He needed this deal, as much as he didn’t like to admit it. A former nobody turned mercenary turned head of city enforcement…he wasn’t the quickest thinker, but he knew that was a quick path to mutiny if he didn’t have the support of all the elite, not just ShinRa.

“…alright,” he conceded, “I will…take all of the necessary steps to gain favor.”

Marie jumped up, sending the black cat—who was making an attempt to come out again— scurrying back into hiding. With a happy little ‘yay!’ she clapped her little hands and wiggled her hips as if this was something that actually made her happy. Was it?

“What do you get from this? I know what your father gets, but I don’t see any benefit in a loveless marriage for you.”

“I get the benefit of being married to someone young, handsome, and strong. I’ve always known I don’t have a say in who I marry, but the other past candidates have been nearly twice my age. With you I have a chance at companionship at the very least, but…fondness and affection could follow companionship.”

He snorted, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. “I’m also incredibly violent. I’m sure that didn’t fly under your radar.”

There was a spark of something that flashed in her eyes then and he thought it might have been lust.

“You are incredibly violent,” she mused, running one of her manicured fingernails across her bottom lip, neither smiling nor unsmiling, “I suppose I’ll just have to be a very good girl then.”

And for the first time in his entire life, Josef Heidegger’s heart skipped a beat.

Marie Dufresne had not fucked up.

#Heidiggity Dog #ok I know I keep saying it's garbage but I genuinely hope people enjoy my take on young Heidegger and his rise and fall #because he had to start somewhere #somewhere apparently being afraid of pretty girls #Heidegger ffvii

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lunarfly · 3 years

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Ok so I decided to finally post the promised: defending Romione (🥺💗💕💖💞💘) against Dr*mione (ಠಿ_ಠ) shippers.

So I've read a few posts about Dr*mione shippers, talking about why their ship is amazing (which had nothing to do with canon btw) and bashing Ron (for no reason) and I'm literally shaking out of anger.

Here are my thoughts:

1. "Ron is too dumb for hermione"

Stop- Just-

Stop.

RON IS NOT DUMB.

Yes, he might not be very interested in school subjects, but 👏 that 👏 doesn't 👏 mean 👏 he 👏 is 👏 dumb 👏.

He is actually very smart! He beat McGonagall's chess game, he is logical and quick-thinking. There's MANY examples of this that I won't name right now, but it's a canonical fact. Ron. Is. Not. Dumb.

And consider he was dumb. So? Would that stop Romione from happening? NO! Hermione didn't mind Ron not being smart. She was just upset that Ron was lazy and wouldn't study anything until the last minute. She wanted to get both Harry and Ron to study according to a schedule.

Is it clear? Intelligence doesn't determine love.

**And this is something that confuses me. This doesn't have anything to do with the point, but why does nobody realize that Harry isn't much smarter than Ron? Yes, he was better at DADA but that requires TALENT, not intelligence. And I'm pretty sure we all know that Ron is talented as well (hopefully everyone realizes that). Nobody uses the fact that Harry wasn't intelligent against Harmione, but everyone uses the fact that Ron wasn't intelligent against Romione. The double standards tear apart the fandom.

2. "Ron bought hermione perfume and Draco could get her something better."

Soooo, you're saying that just because Ron didn't have the money that Draco had means that Hermione didn't deserve Ron?

Wow, this just says a lot about you dr*mione shippers. You only care about the money that Draco has, not his personality. You don't like Ron because he's poor (and I know how FanFics give the "kind Draco" Ron's canon personality so the only "problem" with Ron is his looks and lack of money). And you don't see Hermione nor Ron the way they are. This "point" of yours is literally stating that Hermione should be a gold-digger and get Draco because he can get her the expensive presents that she deserves. Yikes.

3. "Draco can understand the emotional side of Hermione while Ron can't."

Wait

What?

WHERE DO YOU GET THIS IDEA FROM-

Draco is only EVER concerned about his own self, he is a NARCISSIST. He would NEVER care for someone (let alone Hermione) as purely and truly as he cared about himself. He didn't even care about Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson etc. He was selfish. The only reason he could express his emotions was because he had to go through a lot since he realized that killing Dumbledore wasn't as easy as bullying Hermione. This would never ever work.

And even if Ron didn't understand her as much, he STILL comforted her. Take the beginning chapters of The Deathly Hallows as an example. You'll see.

4. "Ron is too immature."

I need help.

Of course Ron was immature when he was 11!! Yes, he acted immaturely many times, yes, he made many mistakes, but guess what? He changed! He changed for Hermione!! Draco didn't change at all, not for Hermione, nor for anyone else. He remained the same bratty bully.

If you could reread the books and read prisoner of azkaban vs deathly hallows, you will definitely see how much Ron has matured. He doesn't argue with Hermione anymore, he comforts her, he's there for her. Yes, he made a mistake but he was manipulated by the horcrux! We don't blame Ginny for what tom riddle's diary made her do, do we? So stop blaming Ron!

Anyways, I think if dr*mione shippers have read the books, they'll know what I'm talking about when I say Ron changed for Hermione. I honestly don't know how you could miss Ron's character arc.

5. "Ron would be jealous of the brilliant Hermione."

What?

If I remember correctly, the reason Draco bullied the trio was because he was jealous of them. His jealousy turned into a 7 year torture for the trio and now you're saying that Ron is the jealous one? Please.

But anyways, Ron has been jealous of Harry and has made a few mistakes. But there are reasons behind them and I can defend him for each of these with arguments other than "everyone makes mistakes" (cough cough* Draco stans* cough cough).

First of all, Ron has admitted being jealous of Harry's fame because he lives with 5 older brothers who outshine him. But that's not really a mistake because he never let it get in his way. There were only 2 situations in 7 years when he left Harry out of jealousy but I think these have different explainations.

No1 Ron left in goblet of fire. I think the real reason that Ron let his jealousy get in his way this time, was not only because Harry got to participate in the tournament which could bring him eternal glory, but more likely because he was disappointed that his own best friend didn't even tell him that he was entering and didn't even help him participate (which wasn't true, but Ron thought so back then).

No2 Ron left in deathly hallows. This one was 100% because of the horcrux and I think we should all accept this by now and stop hating on Ron for being affected by dark magic.

And just like that, Ron never let his jealousy get in his way of friendships. I can't think of a situation where Ron is jealous of the brilliant Hermione so if you remember, please let me know so I can argue against it. <3

6. "Ron and Hermione would break up and remain friends, it's easy to imagine because they didn't have a strong relationship."

This was actually said, someone actually said this-

I'm just going to say that Ron and Hermione are happily married to this day (which definitely proves that their relationship is strong) and give the dr*mione community a moment of silence.

7. "Ron didn't do anything for Hermione and was just a jerk."

Coming from a person who has read and reread the books multiple times, I can assure you that Ron did many things for Hermione.

Of course, he was immature at first, he was mean to her, but slowly he started seeing more of the good in Hermione and started changing for her.

And even when he was immature, he still cared about Hermione and would protect her no matter what.

Let's remember how many times rubbish Ron stood up for Hermione against the brilliant bully Draco. 🥰

Let's remember how cowardly Ronald faced his fears of spiders to help Hermione (and the rest of the school, just how jerkier can he get?). 🥰

Let's remember how ridiculous Ronniekins stood up for Hermione against sensational Snape and got himself into detention (oh yes, this is the book version of the movie moment where Ron agrees with Snape about Hermione being an 'insufferable know-it-all'). 🥰

Let's remember how rotten Ronny comforted Hermione when she was worried about Hagrid and Buckbeak (and he even let her hug him and cry on his shoulder, how rude). 🥰

Let's remember how revolting Ronald sacrificed himself to save Harry and Hermione in the chess game. 🥰

Let's remember how horrendous Ron attempted to hex Draco when he used a slur that was meant to offend Hermione. 🥰

Keep in mind that all of these were done when Ron was still immature and still argued a lot with Hermione.

And these aren't even all.

8. "Ron and Hermione have a loveless marriage."

What the-

I'm sorry, I'm trying to be respectful here but this is crap. And the fact that the person said they also had "proof" from the c*rsed ch*ld but didn't want to spoil it-

As much as I hate the c*rsed ch*ld, I can tell you that it did its job portraying Ron and Hermione's unconditional love. Even in alternative realities, where they didn't get married, they were still in love.

And why would you even think that Ron and Hermione would marry and have kids if they didn't love each other? I need explainations.

Next.

9. "Ron never listens to Hermione."

I'm sorry, what? I'm genuinely confused??

What do you even mean by this? Yeah, they used to argue a lot, and? Ron thinks Hermione is brilliant and wonderful and he follows her advice. I can't recall a moment where Ron won't listen to Hermione, doesn't agree with her and ruins her plans. Anyone else?

Since this one is a big mess and a confusion, I'll move on to the next one until someone explains the points and arguments.

10. "Draco could make Hermione laugh while Ron couldn't."

....

Do I really need to say anything for this one?

Ron was the funniest one from the trio, that's why Harry enjoyed his company so much! Don't you remember the line in goblet of fire where Harry thinks about how much he misses having Ron as his best friend, because without him there's less fun and less laughs? I do.

But what I don't remember is finding Draco's sense of humor funny. I'm sorry but his intellectual level is almost as low as Crabbe and Goyle's. His insults are none other than Potty and Weaselbee, he only got 3 O.W.L.s and all of his jokes were stupid and dumb and their only purpose was insulting people he was jealous of.

These fanfics have rotten people's brains...😬

Anyways, I'm going to stop here. I've delayed this post for very long and I'm so excited to finally post it!

I read a book on wattpad by a dr*mione shipper and it was nothing but a giant headache. That's where I got all of these statements from. Most of the garbage in the book revolved around Draco and Hermione being inseparable and getting over all obstacles (wth) and other stupid stuff like that which really annoyed me. The book was called "why we love dr*mione" and it was by Bittenwizard. You can read and enjoy! Trust me, you'll have lots of content to post about after that 🤠👍

*I always try to be respectful to all ships, but sometimes some of them really anger me because the ships are either toxic or the arguments are plain trash. I'm sorry if I offend anyone.

Thank you for reading this. If you're a dr*mione shipper, I hope I've convinced you to give up the ship or come up with better arguments for it.

If you're an anti-dramione I hope you enjoyed the post. I'll delight you with more anti-toxic-ships content. :)

Thank you once again! <3

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actual-fucking-clown · 3 years

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I just heard that you're doing requests!!! I already love your content and fully agree that Natsuo Todoroki is King~!!! If I may bother to ask a request? Just all the hcs you want to write about Ice Man bc it's getting to June where I live, and I don't mind cooling down~

Tera, my beloved, I'm going to be honest I literally fucking screamed upon seeing this request!!! I’ve been reading your fics before I even had like an acc here, so we vibin :) Also after the day I’ve had I need some fucking Ice man in my life n hopefully doing this will help me write my way out of the writers block that has been plaguing me for months!!!!

Future Blue here to say I had up to like all done last night and then my internet ate shit and I lost everything after 5. smfh. Woulda been done last night but the loss of my writing got me fucked up lolololololol. N e way

Warnings: cursing obvi, uh like nsfw for a hc or 2, my unorganized hcs that really follow no succinct line of thought and might not even be actual hcs???????

So Natsuo,

There is not a thing I wouldn’t do for this man, bc honestly after all the shit he’s put up with he deserves the world and then some. But I digress.

1. I think he’s a hesitant but attentive boyf. Like he seems like a genuinely friendly dude but I think it’d take him a while to properly warm up to someone enough to date them. And even then I think he might struggle to open up to his partner about anything like, emotionally. Not to say he’s entirely emotionally closed off or anything but somethings are just harder to trust people with. The main thing being his familial issues. And of course that’s were most of this stems from.

Now for the attentive part. His family dynamic has set a precedent on what not to do in a relationship so he’s always hyper aware of the things he or his s/o does, trying his best to avoid making any of the mistakes his parents made. Of course if he finds the right person he’ll be surprised to find that having a non-toxic relationship can be less stressful than he thought. It’s like a huge weight was just lifted from his shoulders.

2. He’s fucking hella romantic. Like he’s shitty romance movie romantic. He’s out here trying his best n woof. Gimme gimme. On date nights he pulls out all the stops. Sometimes it’s a nice classic dinner date at a pretty nice restaurant downtown, or it’s a picnic in the park at noon, or it’s stargazing from the roof of his or his s/o’s dorm/apartment/house, or driving out to a beach just for a long walk at sunset, or road trips to nowhere in particular. I could go on, I really could but you get the gist.

3. He’s got shitty pickup lines for days. Whenever I say shitty I mean like “god I hate it but at the same time I love it” kinda shitty. But yeah he likes to see his s/o’s reaction to his stupid pickup lines, whether they get flustered, or die laughing, or groan and make a snide remark, he’s here for it. Shoot one back at him and he get’s so absolutely red. Mans wasn’t ready. Mans will never be ready.

4. This just came to me but let’s be honest a lot of us here, myself included, have some sort of fucking daddy kink and like, I get it obvi but in this situation never call this man daddy. I feel like for him that is an instant turn off. I’m sorry to everyone I’m letting down but sometimes daddy issues don’t lead to a daddy kink.

5. But on the topic of kinks I think this man is pretty vanilla, he doesn’t scream “freak” to me, you know? Just normal amazing sex. Oh but he does enjoy hella praise both receiving and giving.

6. Hopping off that train of thought and onto another I think he kinda tries to keep his s/o as far away from his family as possible. He doesn’t hate them (when I say them you know i mean everyone except Enji bc he avoids that man like the plague and like keeping his s/o far far far away from that man was a given), no he just likes to have something so utterly untouched by his family issues. Mans needs a breath of fresh air.

-These next 2 I think will veer off from being hcs a bit and just like shit that I like to think about in general. Does that make sense? Who knows lololol. N e way. I like to think a lot about two aspects of this man, well 1 aspect of the man himself and one....dynamic? It’ll make sense in a few so just hear me out.

7. Ok so like I saw this post somewhere eons and eons ago. It was long before current manga events, maybe around the time we’d just gotten Natsuo in the manga. My memory of this post is hazy at best so bear with me as I stumble over my thoughts. Obvi at this point in time we had little to nothing on this beautiful, beautiful man, so people were left to theorize. So this one post, was really that shitty meme where it’s like “small brain if you think such n such, bigger brain if this, n galaxy brain if this, etc., etc.” Where in essence it was like, “He probably has a weak ice quirk but what if some sort of ice based healing quirk or no quirk at all!” N i think about it a lot to this day. I don’t believe that either of those are true but I do think it is absolutely immaculate food for thought so uh do with that what you will.

8. I guess this is back on hc territory but Natsuo isn’t picky with who he dates, as long as you’re not an asshole he’s kinda set, good to go. Now most of the fics for him you’ll see are like “ay yo, you’re another college hoe or like you’re just a civilian” but like what would the dynamic be if he dated a hero?????? I don’t think he hates heroes but his father has definitely had an impact on his view of them. He’s not enamored with them like I guess the rest of the population is so what if hero s/o?????? Perhaps?????? Have I suddenly had a fic idea??????? I like the idea of Natsuo with a like super popular Pro hero s/o or with like a super lowkey underground hero idk this whole post has been me spitballing shit.

9. Back onto proper hcs, it’s a common one that mans runs cold and ugh pls yes. It is also June rn and while the past few days have been cool and sexy the weeks prior had been hellish and on top of that I despise summer so give me all of that. Mans is your personal ac, he’s not opposed to his s/o just spending a hellishly hot day laying on top of him as they watch garbage reality tv.

10. Can we talk love language? Physical touch. He just radiates that energy. Probably touch starved, obviously due to you know what. But yeah definitely a hard physical touch. (Which is actually my least favorite love language considering I’m quite ✨𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓮𝓭 ✨but hey I’m not here to project I’m just here to tell you what I see n therefore think) He likes to be touching his s/o like 24/7. Out in public shopping or some shit? Holding hands, linked pinkies, arm around the shoulders or waist. At home? Sheesh be ready to be smothered bb.

TLDR: What a man 🥵

I think I’ve gotten most if not all of my thoughts about our beloved ice man out. I hope you enjoyed my nonsensical ramblings :)

Have a good morning/afternoon/night!!!!!

#natsuo x reader #natsuo todoroki x reader #natsuo todoroki #mha xreader #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #BNHA Headcanons #mha headcanons #asks #god i hope at least some of this made sense #thanks for the request I had a fucking ball writing all this shit #:)

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do-y0u-have-to-let-it-linger · 3 years

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Hi! Can I get a ship? I'm an INFP, straight girl with social anxiety. I listen to music all the time. (mostly rock) I never leave the house without my earphones. I enjoy movie nights, reading books (romance and mystery are my favourite genres), playing videogames, goofing around with my friends. My friends would describe me as kind, helpful and loyal. I'm really into photography. I wanted to be a photographer as a kid, but it's just a hobby nowadays. I'm a hopeless romantic and a night owl. It takes time for me to open up to people, but once I'm there I can be pretty talkative. I'm 5'8" tall, I have half long brown hair, dark brown eyes and I wear glasses. If I have to describe my style it would be somewhat 80s grunge. Thank you!

(tw: swearing and eating)

I ship you with Scott Summers!

You never got along very well with Scott Summers.

He always came across as a bit of a preppy asshole. Not that his preppy-ness was necessarily correlated to his asshole-ness, but it did seem to enhance it.

You may think that not getting along perfectly with some random boy who happened to live in the (large) building you live in is not much of a problem, but you are incorrect.

When your best friend (and dorm-mate) of ten years, Jean, is on a so-called "superhero team" with and is good friends with said boy, it is not exactly easy to avoid him.

Since Jean's biological family was not around, she made her own.

The first member of her so-called found family was you, who arrived just a day before she did. When she first entered your dorm, you were adjusting all of your newly unpacked trinkets. You were both young enough to immediately become friends, no questions asked, and your friendship stuck. You two tended to keep to yourselves and each other, until you two were older.

When Jean was invited to join the X-Men with some of her friends, you couldn’t have been prouder. The problem was that when you met this other part of her found family, it did not go well. None of you clicked whenever in the same room, and Scott immediately made fun of you the moment he met you. You ultimately decided to avoid her other friends, but be supportive of them. Not because you couldn’t handle Scott, but because you didn’t want to put Jean in a position where she had to choose between you and them. Overall, this just made Jean desperately want you and her other friends to get along.

"Come on, just sneak out with us this one time!" Jean was sitting on the edge of your bed, making puppy dog eyes at you and clasping her hands together.

She always tried to convince you to hang out with her friend group. Even if that meant, in this case, convincing you to break (very reasonable) rules with them.

"No. Absolutely not. Jubilee is going to try to 'catch me a man', and Scott's going to try to be funny but just end up making fun of me. Besides, why would I break school rules and steal a car for a trip to the mall?"

"Because you haven't seen Empire Strikes Back yet, and I bought you a ticket for 1:00 PM today."

"Shit. You're evil, you know that? This is unfair. You know me too well."

Jean beamed at you. "Thank you, I try. Now, get dressed, you're going to love this."

"I am dressed, and you can’t make demands. I’m the one being convinced here!"

"I will not be pestered by Jubilee's pleas to let her give you a makeover! Just throw on jeans instead of your sweatpants or something! Now chop, chop! We're leaving in 10 minutes!"

"I'm sorry, 10 minutes?"

"I knew if you had more than 15, you would change your mind. Meet me by the front door when you're ready to go!"

After Jean left your shared room, you threw on some different clothes and hastily grabbed everything you needed to go. With your sneakers in your hands, you ran into the school's kitchen and shoved a granola bar in your mouth. As you were hopping, trying to force your shoes on your feet, someone spoke from behind you.

"Well, you look elegant as ever."

You froze, squinted your eyes, and clenched your jaw. Well, as much as you could with the previously mentioned granola bar in your mouth.

Scott Summers.

You swallowed and turned around, plastering on a smile in preparation to respond to his sarcasm.

"Well, you know me, unwaveringly ethereal."

Once you finished your attempt to keep the peace, your grin dropped off your face and you went to tie on your shoes, occasionally having to push your glasses back up your nose as you did so.

Jean then started talking to you while making her way into the kitchen.

"Come on, we need to go before Charles's class ends- well, well, well, look at you two!" she spoke in a sing-song tone at the end.

"Trust me, there's no 'you two' here." Scott hissed at her. Hissed! The audacity, would it be so terrible for him to be theoretical friends with you?

"Calm down, I just mean that I'm glad you two are talking," Jean said. "But we need to go. Like- now."

Jean then grabbed you by the arm and started to pull you out of the room, wiggling her eyebrows at Scott on the way out. Scott got up to trail behind you two, if he could glare at people with the glasses he wore, then he would have been glaring at her.

You elbowed Jean in the side and whisper shouted at her.

"What was that? What was the purpose of the eyebrow wiggle?"

"What eyebrow wiggle? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're a menace to society, you know that?"

"I am aware that you don't actually think I'm a menace, but I appreciate the compliment." She leaned down and messed up your hair. "Now let's move it!"

When you got to the minivan you were all "borrowing" from Charles, most everyone was already there. Kurt, Jubilee, and Peter took the back seats, and Ororo was sitting in the driver's seat.

You walked to sit shotgun, but Jean sped up to beat you to the seat.

Suspicious.

Squinting at her, you went to sit in the middle row, where Scott also made to sit.

It was silent for the first minute of the drive until Jubilee tried to strike up a conversation.

"So! Y/N, I'm so glad you decided to hang out with us! I love your outfit. Ooh! Peter, hand me my bag! I have a scrunchie that will match perfectly."

Peter looked at her with mock disbelief. "Yeah. dude, make me reach behind my seat and into the trunk of the car."

Kurt clearly did not want to be part of this conflict.

Jubilee smiled sweetly at Peter. "Shut up and grab me my bag, please?"

Peter sighed half-sarcastically. "Yes ma'am."

Well, Jean's friends were just as you remember (aka slightly crazy).

You heard Jean's voice in your mind "If you don't wear that scrunchie it will genuinely hurt Jubilee's feelings, and I will never forgive you."

You looked at her through the mirror and raised your eyebrows.

Jubilee's voice took back your attention. "Here it is! Scotty, I can't reach. Can you hand this to her?"

Scott visibly winced at the nickname "Scotty" but handed you the scrunchie anyway. After trying to hide your amusement at the use of "Scotty", you attempted to put your hair up with the scrunchie, and you saw Jean smile. You were determined to make friends with these people for Jean.

"Thanks, Jubilee," You smiled at her. "So, how do I look?"

Scott chimed in immediately. "Like you're twelve."

"Ok, shut up Scott. You look cool, Y/N." Ororo gave you a thumbs up from the front seat. They were all clearly told to make friends with you by Jean in the same way you were. Well... told or threatened. Who's to say.

The car ride was awkward, to say the least. When you finally arrived at the mall and exited the car, you felt like you could finally breathe. You spoke first while you were all walking into the mall.

"So, how are we planning on killing time before Empire?"

"Well, Jubilee wanted to pick up some more eyeshadow with me, and Peter, Kurt, and Ororo are probably going to buy even more colored leather jackets," Jean said.

"Where does that leave me and your wallflower?" Scott asked Jean. You turned to look at him, attempting to make your lack of amusement clear. "What?" He shrugged, "It's true!"

"Ok, first of all, she's not actually that shy, you're just mean. Second of all, I was hoping you two could go into the book shop together until we're done."

Your eyes widened as you turned to Jean, silently begging her not to leave you and Scott alone.

"What? Why are you looking at me like I'm crazy? Maybe I thought you would try to get along because you both love me and I want you to be friends!"

Scott responded first. "You're totally guilt-tripping us right now."

"Yes!" Jean responded. "Yes I am, and you better be feeling guilty. Now, we're all going inside, and you are going into that bookstore together, you are going to bond over your cheesy dreams about falling in love, and, Scott, you are going to be kind! Or I will be very upset!"

You and Scott looked at each other (slightly afraid) before you turned to Jean and nodded your head at her.

"Ok. Let's go, Scott." You looked at him and he nodded at you both of you then started to head to the bookstore.

In the door of the shop, you glanced at him awkwardly. "So... is there a specific section you want to visit? Or-"

"Uh, I usually just... wander." He was bouncing on his heels.

"Oh! Ok, uh... where you lead I will follow!"

He spun around and started to walk aimlessly, actually trying to make conversation.

"So- you take photos?"

"...How did you know that?"

"I've seen you. That sounds creepy, I just mean that I saw you with a camera once when you walked Jean to training. It seemed nice. Only a dumbass would own a nice camera and not use it."

"How kind of you to not see me as a dumbass," you mumbled as you ran your hand across the book binds. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"Not really to be honest. Well, actually- I like... cars."

"...Cars. Huh. Elaborate."

"My brother, his name is Alex, taught me how to fix up cars when I was younger. Ooh- recently we found this beautiful 1962 AMC Rambler- I mean, it was basically a pile of garbage, but we're fixing it up."

"What's a Rambler?"

"W- 'What's a Rambler?'" He looked at you like you were speaking another language. "A 1962 AMC Rambler is only the car of my dreams!"

"The 'car of your dreams'?"

"Uh, yeah. What- do you not have a dream car?"

You laughed at him, "No? I don’t know that much about cars."

"You don’t have to know shit about cars to have a dream car! Come on, you don't have any car you would want to drive?"

"A school bus."

"...What do you mean."

"I mean- I bet I could live in a school bus. It's big, has a lot of windows, it's yellow." Scott was surprisingly easy to talk to.

"A school bus. Huh."

"I thought of that on the spot, it's not a long-term dream of mine."

"No, I see the appeal. I do think it's weird that you listed it being yellow as one of its positive attributes though."

"Holy shit. Holy shit!"

"What? What's the problem?"

You grabbed the book you spotted and held it out to him with your arms fully outstretched, it almost hit his nose. "Do you know what this is?"

Scott's hands appeared at the top of the book, and he pushed it down so you could see his confused expression. "A... book?"

"Very funny, Scotty, but no this is not just a book. This is a sequel."

He crossed his arms across his chest. "... 'Scotty'? I'm gonna kill Lee."

"Who's Lee?"

"Jubilee."

"If you can call her 'Lee' why can’t she call you 'Scotty'?"

"Because 'Scotty' makes me sound like I'm twelve!"

"Well, according to you, this scrunchie makes me look twelve. So I guess we're even, Scotty."

"I see why you and Jean are friends. You’re both evil."

"I called her evil not 10 minutes ago! Look at us, 'bonding' and all."

"Speaking of a 10 minutes ago, and that whole 'twelve' thing, I'm sorry."

"What do you mean?"

"Sorry for calling you twelve... and a wallflower. You seem... neat."

"Thanks... I think."

"Neat is a good thing."

"I'm kinda messy actually."

"I meant neat as in like- cool. Plus, you’re the first friend-ish person I've had that also wears glasses!"

You smiled at each other for a moment.

This was amusing.

He was amusing.

Unfortunately, someone popped the bubble encasing you and Scott. "Wow, 'friendish'? That's an upgrade from them low-key hating each other."

You whipped your head around to see Peter and Jean standing on the other side of the aisle, clearly having been observing and talking about you.

Scott spoke first. "How long have you two been standing there?"

"Long enough," Jean smiled. "You two get along."

"...So?" Scott asked.

"So, about an hour ago that seemed completely impossible."

An hour? That couldn’t be possible. "Wait, what time is it?"

Jean responded. "12:45, you’ve sure been chatting for a long time."

Scott cleared his throat and turned to you, "So, uh, you should buy that book, and then we should head to the movie theater room thingie."

You looked back at him. "Yeah! Ok, so... yeah."

After you and Scott walked away, Peter leaned over to whisper to Jean. "Well, that was a long glance. We've really gotta lock 'em in a closet together or something."

Jean shoved Peter, and you all went about your mall trip as you did before, except that now you might have a new friend... ish.

#tw swearing #scott summers x reader #x men #scott summers #tw eating #writer's block #am i right?#i really hope this is good #i did research on cars for this #also i know hank has glasses but him and scott aren't really friends they're more like a teacher student thing so shut up

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mammonruinedmylife · 4 years

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FINALLY a fellow moronsexual :') I see the askbox is open so if it's ok can I request a mammon fluff? Maybe the reader being so affectionate with him and heart eyes everywhere and praises 24/7 and he's just mammon.exe stopped working bc no one's ever done that?? Kudos if there's hurt/comfort lol gn!reader please and thank you! Hope u have a nice day!

I’m really sorry for taking so long! It’s finally here!

I developed ped more the idea of hurt/comfort than the affection one :x I hope this is going to be okay. Tell me what you think about it! It was really nice to write and to imagine, I was smiling the whole time cause that’s really something Mammon needs!!

Moronsexual united in loving the shit out of Mammon

I hope the grammar is okay

***

Mammon had enough.

One more time, his brothers have been treating him like garbage, their words harsh, rushing to him like a flow of sharp knives - hurting him deep inside. If usually he did not say a word and just remained silent, taking each words, each insult silently to himself, this time it was too much.

All of his brothers somehow ended up in a bad mood and were all lashing on him - as if he was the punching bag of the family despite the fact that (this time) he had done absolutely nothing wrong. Sure, he wouldn’t really be able to deny that sometimes he steals (or at least tries to…), lies or even scam a demon or two… However, today he just went with a regular and plain day, going to RAD, partially listening to the lectures, coming back home to make himself a cup of his favourite instant noodles and that was it. And yet, they all went berserk on him, even though he absolutely didn’t understand why.

Sometimes, Mammon would really prefer to be tortured all day by Lucifer rather than listening to their rambling about him for hours, internalizing each of their words as a sad and hurtful truth. Words were his weakness. If he could easily dodge a plate thrown by Levi or a vase by Satan, the only way to dodge insults was to run away from home - which he usually did.

This time, however, he did not know why, but when the final insult hit him - broke him for real, he ran away to MC without even thinking.

A sudden burst startled MC while they were playing that famous Otome game everybody was talking about. Mammon quickly came in and closed the door as fast as he entered, standing there panting as his back rested on the wooden material that separated him from his hell and his paradise.

MC knew him very well now, perhaps a bit too much. They could discern his footsteps from each of his siblings’, could tell whenever he got home by the way he slammed the door closed and of course, tell by his face whenever he was in big trouble or not. This time, it seems, something really bad happened.

“Hey Mammon, what’s wrong?”

The voice alone of MC filled him with relief and made him melt on the spot. Their concerned gaze stuck on him, the thought that someone could genuinely care about the scumbag he is, was giving butterflies in his belly - he did not know why but these feelings were as pleasant as troublesome, which is why he directly put on his Tsundere mask: to prevent him from looking vulnerable in front of them.

“Nothin’! Ya think think The great Mammon could be bothered by something? Well, ya’re wrong!”

Even if Mammon was usually good at lying to scam people, when it came to his feelings, he absolutely did not know how to hide them - especially to MC.

They did not say a word for a few seconds, observing him from head to toe. Something was off, and they could feel it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure of it, now play with me. I’m bored!” With nothing else, he grabbed the small bicolored console and sat next to MC who went along with his act. If he didn’t want to talk about it after all, perhaps this would make him feel better.

After a few minutes of playing, laughing and competing together, their good time was interrupted by MC’s DDD message sound.

As MC paused the game, they grabbed the phone, seeing directly Leviathan’s name displayed on the screen.

[Leviathan: ‘Have you seen Mammon?’]

It started to make sense now, Mammon had been once again in trouble with his brothers, and he came to take refuge in their room.

“Mammon, why is Levi asking me if I’ve seen you?”

They could clearly see him tensing up as they mentioned his brother, stuttering as his eyes looked everywhere but into theirs.

“I’ll answer that you’re not here only if you tell me what happened.”

He was a real stuttering mess as this point. If there was something he definitely didn’t want to do, it was talking about how his brothers treated him. Putting words on that would do nothing but make it real and even more painful. Though, the idea of seeing a angry Leviathan bursting in and ruining this quality time with MC didn’t appeal him either…

“Fine, but instead tell him I left home.”

Mammon directly resumed the game, trying to avoid as much as he could the subject - but failed miserably as he felt MC’s gaze pressuring him as they fully turned towards him to face the demon.

“Alright! Alright! I’ll tell ya.” Putting the device next to him, he didn’t move a bit as he knew he wouldn't be able to look at them straight in the eyes.

“I don’t understand what I did wrong, I was only mindin’ my own business when they all started to mess with me and callin’ me names. I was only in my room but they all came after one another to mess around.” Maybe, just maybe he would like to say this is unfair. But like his brothers always say, he is nothing but a scumbag - so why would that not be fair?

“What exactly did they say?”

“I can’t even remember everything!” He started, passing a hand through his white hair. Instinctively, he cowered and he kept talking. “Belphie said I’m a waste of space… and Asmo that I couldn’t possibly be his brother”

Heavy silent took place in room. Mammon felt his eyes tearing up the more he thought about it, and felt even more ashamed to look so weak in front of his human.

“Do you think I’m a scumbag, too?” He asked, fidgeting with his DDD.

“I mean…” His heart sank hearing the beginning of their sentence. Of course they would think that too, he is nothing but Mammon the scumbag, the clumsy one who does nothing but stealing, a waste of space and air. “You’re not a saint, but you’re not that bad either.”

“Ah?” Totally dumbfounded, Mammon was now looking at MC.

“You’re a demon, Mammon. Not an angel, at least not anymore… But that’s not the point. What I mean is, your brothers are the ones to talk, they are in no way better than you.”

Taking a deep breath, they stopped themselves for a couple of seconds, carefully thinking about their words.

“But you know, I don’t think you’re a waste of space. I mean, you’re staying in my room most of the time. Do you really think I’d let you do that if I considered you were? Come on, I enjoy your company!”

MC quickly got closer to Mammon, ruffling his hair as an angelic smile was plastered on their face.

“Don’t you dare believe their words cause they’re all pure bullshit! Sure, you’re not perfect, but you have tons of qualities too!”

He couldn’t even keep up with his tsundere act anymore, he was just standing there, mouth agape, eyes wide open. He was the living version of a computer’s blue screen.

“Listen to me” they started, poking his chest. “You are amazing and very sensitive, that’s very cute! You’re also very quick to learn when something interests you. Also, you’re caring too, even if you’re looking for money… Remember that one time you helped Belphie opening that jar? Or when you bought Levi something because he was sad? See, that proves you’re not as bad as they say. Besides, you’re funny and kind with me too - so don’t think so low of yourself cause you’re The great Mammon after all!”

Now, the final move that would end Mammon - he felt himself engulfed by MC’s scent, feeling their skin on his, their warmth surrounding him. Was that.. a hug? Yes it was, and Mammon cheeks were painted a bright red while so many feelings were killing him inside.

None of his siblings has ever been so kind to him, yet alone shown so much affection. He couldn’t bring himself to speak even if he deeply wanted to, but eventually he got used to the sensation and let himself sink in MC’s touch. Was that how it feels to be loved and cared? If that was the case, Mammon never wanted to let MC go, and to tell the truth, after this day, Mammon would be even more clingy than usual. No matter what his brothers told him, no matter the names they called him - everytime he saw MC’s face, his mood would lighten up.

“I am The great Mammon!” he’d say.

“And I am The great MC!” They’d add cheerfully.

“Ya got it, human!”

If he was their first demon, it appears that MC was his first love, and he was going to keep them in his heart forever.

***

Hehe the end is kinda cheesy

#Obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #Shall we date #Obey me mammon #Mammon #obey me one shot #obey me imagines

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askdjphantasmagloria · 3 years

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Smooth Operator (Rewritten)

So, yeah. I decided to rewrite Smooth Operator because I didn’t like how it was written. Here’s how I think it should’ve played out. I hope you like it!

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It was dark, cold, and frightful. A lock of red hair whooshes by as a hooded figure rushes through the bushes. They had just had an encounter with a terrifying creature and they were trying to get out of the forest as fast as they could. Little did they know that they would soon stumble upon Queen Poppy and the other TrollsTopians, who were getting ready to play a wonderful round of Glitter Ball.

“Ok, for my team, my third first pick will be... Dante!” Poppy smiled as she pointed towards the Classical ambassador. Honored to be chosen, Dante smiled and bowed to the crowd before floating over to join the queen and the rest of her teammates.

The hooded figure then heard the voices and began to creep closer, their eyes squinting as they tried to remain mysterious. Slowly lifting up their hood, a scarlet red mustache began to appear...

Val Thundershock was also on the Glitter Ball field, assembling her team for the game to come. But then she took notice of the mysterious troll in the shadows and, like always, began to be suspicious. Who was this troll? What did they want? Were they a threat to the society that she and the other ambassadors worked hard to build up? “And my fourth first pick will be... the mysterious figure in the shadows.” She concluded, motioning to the figure. Confused, everybody turned around to look at the stranger that had been eavesdropping on their conversations. Knowing they had been spotted, the troll stepped forward and slowly took off their hood to reveal... my word! It was the seductive siren, the sultry-silked, the devilishly divine god of romance himself... Chaz Deveaux!

Chaz calmly smiled at the crowd, seemingly not alarmed at all by the fact that his cover was just blown by a keenly-eyed Val. Why should he be afraid? He knew what TrollsTopia was all about due to the fliers that Poppy had sent out a few weeks ago. This was finally his chance to find a family! People who would accept him for who he was! No more running, no more hiding, no more drowning in a sea of loneliness and resentment due to his ex-boyfriend dumping him for something that he couldn’t control. It all ended today.

The crowd gasped along with Poppy, who couldn’t believe that one of the bounty hunters whom she had encountered back when Queen Barb had her famous world tour managed to find their way into her beloved city! “Chaz? The Smooth Jazz troll?” She asked, in complete disbelief.

“That’s my name, darling.” Chaz calmly responded, raising an eyebrow in a curious manner. “Why are you so surprised? Was it not you who summoned me with this flier?” He asked, pulling out the piece of paper. Poppy gently took it from his hands, giving it a thorough read before her face lit up with glee. “Oh, you found it! I was worried that we’d have to use one of our scouts to track you down ourselves, but this is way easier! Yes, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something. Our city is expanding but I’ve noticed a lack in diversity of music. I was wondering if maybe... you would like to join our entourage? Come live with us in TrollsTopia, Chaz!” Poppy smiled, her eyes sparkling.

Val, extremely confused by Poppy’s optimism, got in between the two of them and looked the pink cupcake-lover in the eye. “Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Poppy, aren’t you going to tell us who this is? Where did he come from, what’s with his hair, and why does he have two tigers following him around?” She asked, motioning to the two tigers that were sitting besides Chaz.

“I am Chaz Deveaux. I’m half-Classical and half-Pop. My hair is naturally like this, but I do make my own conditioners, shampoos, and lotions out of natural ingredients such as Gigglefruit juice and Sparkle Berries. Also, when you say tigers, you mean Saturn and Jupiter? These are my pet tigers. They’re the only thing I have left of my tribe after... the war. Everybody I knew and loved was stolen from me. Everybody who was still alive, died shortly after. I’m the only survivor...” Chaz explained, tears coming to his eyes as he talked about his life story.

“Aww, you poor thing! What an ordeal...” Poppy frowned. She couldn’t believe that any troll would have to go through such a thing. Let alone a guy who was seemingly so sweet and charming on the outside.

“I’m sorry... talking about it gets me all emotional. Yes, I would love to join TrollsTopia. Wherever shall I stay? You didn’t exactly mention a Smooth Jazz section in your poster the last time I checked and while I would love to reside in Classical Crest or just stay with you Pop trolls, none of those areas properly reflect... me. I need something genuine.” Chaz mentioned, brushing a lock of his hair to the side.

“Ah, yes. We don’t really have a place like that at the moment... but thankfully, my ambassadors and I are known for acting on a whim. Give us about an hour, and we’ll surprise you!” Poppy smiled, gathering the ambassadors and leading them away.

One hour later...

Poppy led Chaz along the grassy path as carefully as she could. The former bounty Hunter was blindfolded and as shown from her experience with the Trolls’ piñata festivities, being blindfolded could pose a bit of a threat to everyday life due to the one who’s eyes are being covered losing their sense of sight and therefore not being able to see what they’re doing or where they’re stepping. “A little farther. A little farther! Listen, Chaz, it breaks our hearts that you don’t feel like you belong. So, we’ve been working on a solution! I called up Barb and asked her if we could use that tiny little beach that she was going to give you back when you were hunting us down, and she said yes! If you would just stand right here...” she said, before stretching out her arms to reveal Chaz’s new home. “TADA!”

Chaz opened his eyes and gasped, his face lighting up with nothing but pure joy at the sight of his house. It was gorgeous. A beach condo made entirely out of what seemed to be marble was waiting for him along the beautiful sands of TrollsTopia’s beach. He could see everything, including the ocean stretching over the horizon. Tears began to well up in his eyes. “Poppy... it’s- it’s beautiful. Thank you...” he whispered, smiling softly.

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet! Come on, let’s go inside!” Poppy giggled, opening the door. Once they were inside, Chaz could immediately see the luxury. A grand fireplace with a picture of him mounted over it, a soft and cuddly fur rug that was just perfect for him to swoon somebody over, comfortable plush chairs that came with built-in cup holders for the jazz troll to hold his many cups of grape wine, a grand kitchen for him to prepare his meals with only the finest ingredients (courtesy of Classical Crest), a deluxe bathroom with everything a troll needs to keep themselves tidy, and a bedroom that was all romantic-themed.

“Wow... thank you, Poppy. I know I haven’t exactly been the best to you during Queen Barb’s world tour, but I was only doing what she said because I didn’t want my music to die out! If she didn’t offer that tiny little island, I would have never even helped her in the first place!” Chaz sighed, facepalming.

“Aww, it’s ok, Chaz! You’ll always have a family here. Your days of being alone are over. Bygones are bygones. After all, my people aren’t exactly squeaky clean either. We all have our flaws. Nobody’s perfect.” Poppy comforted Chaz, giving him a hug. As he hugged back though, Poppy began to internally cringe. She didn’t REALLY believe that Chaz had changed from World Tour! How could somebody who used to EAT other trolls change in the blink of an eye?! Surely he had to be faking it!

The next day...

Chaz was a little crushed, but then he shook his head and smiled. “That’s alright... I suppose I could get used to the new paint job. It does look kind of pretty...” he laughed, trying to remain positive about the situation like he always has. He then gasped as he saw his beautiful beach littered with spray cans and other garbage. “AH! My beach...” he frowned, his heart dropping another few feet.

“Sorry, Mr. Chaz. Queen Poppy never implemented a trash disposal system, so we had no choice but to dump all of our things here. I hope you don’t mind.” Priscilla piped up, the children leaving back to their pods. After that whole mess was dealt with, Chaz decided that maybe a trip into town would make him feel better. He waved hello to any trolls that would walk by, but they all seemed... scared of him. Some would nervously wave back while others would scream and run away. He then overheard a few Classical trolls speaking to each other about Chaz’s music. “Have you ever heard anything so repulsive? Smooth jazz... what a disgrace to our genre. It’s barely a step above lounge music!” One of them said.

“Pip pip to that!” Another one agreed. “The way he obsesses over his appearance is... nasty, to put it the nicest.” A techno troll whispered. Chaz couldn’t believe it. Nobody really liked him. They were only pretending to be nice to him because Poppy said so! Now Chaz didn’t feel positive anymore. Why should he? He was in a world where it didn’t matter what he did. Everyone would always see him as a savage.

“Hey, Chaz! Are you enjoying your stay in TrollsTopia?” Poppy asked, completely oblivious to the situation. A new feeling began to bubble up in Chaz’s chest. All he could see was red. He was tired of being mistreated. It was time to fight back. “That’s it... I have had enough... enough of the stupid pranks! Enough of the mockery! AND MOST OF ALL ENOUGH OF YOU, POPPY!” Chaz growled, letting his frustration and anger merge together as his hair began flowing like a siren’s hair would when she was angry. His hair began to move like tentacles, grabbing the trolls that were around him and holding them up against a nearby rock.

“Chaz! What are you doing?!” Poppy asked, squirming in an attempt to get free. “You think I’m an idiot? I know how you guys REALLY feel about me. All I ever wanted was to be accepted. I just wanted to be loved! But you guys keep treating me like garbage... all because of something I can’t control. If you want a monster so badly, then by all that’s Trolly, I’ll be that monster!” He growled, using his hair to thrash the trolls around.

“Yo, yo, yo! I finally found the red velvet blanket, guys! Would you believe this was the last one on the shelf? What a lucky break!” Synth cheered as he walked in. He gasped, dropping his gift as he saw what was going on. “WHAT THE BARNACLES IS GOING ON HERE?!” He yelled, feeling scared and confused. Chaz turned around, smiling evilly. “Another one? No problem. I can take another.” He laughed, before he began to play his saxophone again.

Surprisingly, Synth was not affected whatsoever! “Uh... what?” He asked, tilting his head before leaning in closer to hear Chaz’s music better. But no matter how much Chaz played, Synth was simply too oblivious to be hypnotized! He smiled at him, placing his hands at his hips. “Cool music, bro! Lemme show you how I play now!” He said, a techno beat beginning to play as water shot up from the ground. Synth formed it into a gigantic water orb and shot it at Chaz, trapping the smooth jazz troll in a ball of sick beats. The ball then collapsed, sending Chaz flying into the distance. The smooth jazz troll tried to launch himself back to Synth to land a punch, but the water had made his hair unable to stretch. Saturn and Jupiter, seeing their master rocket into the sky, emerged from their hiding spots to chase after him. Synth had just saved all of TrollsTopia from Chaz’s rage.

As she caught her breath, Poppy engulfed Synth in a huge hug. “SYNTH! Thank goodness! That was amazing, how did you do that?” She asked. Her eyes lighting up with joy. “You mean that giant orb thing? Oh, I was born with those sorts of powers. I wonder why the music had no effect on me...” Synth thought, before Meadow’s shiny new flower caught his attention. “GIRL! You shine like a glowstick! I could stare at you for hours!” He laughed, swimming towards her as Poppy shook her head and smiled.

“Classic Synth...”

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of TrollsTopia, Chaz fell into an area that was surrounded by marshmallow potatoes... Marshtatoes? He groaned, dusting himself off as he looked upwards. A sinister grin illuminated in the dark, an adorably high-pitched voice ringing out in the silence. “Well hello there... what brings a handsome guy like you to a place like this?” It asked.

“Ugh, I’m glad you asked. I just got kicked out by a walking fish stick. Who are you, anyway?” Chaz asked, raising an eyebrow. From the shadows emerged the mistress of mischief herself, Marshtato Mary. “Me? Call me Mary. And you, my devilishly handsome disciple, may just be the key to helping me get my revenge on those filthy little elves.” She smiled.

“Revenge, you say? Well then...” Chaz smirked, walking closer to her.

“I’d love to join your cause.”

The End

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#out of character #trolls world tour #trolls #trollstopia #trolls chaz #val thundershock #synth #trolls poppy #meadow spriggs #meadynth #my writing #rewrite #smooth jazz chaz #chaz trolls

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The Heart Gambit (Dennor) - 1 Where I Want to Be

Word Count: 1,575

Summary: Mathias is attending a boring party for the competitors, but things get interesting when he spots Lukas from across the room.

Author's Note: Here's the first full chapter! I had a great time writing it so I hope you enjoy it and do leave me some feedback so I can keep getting better!

Previous: 0-Introduction

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Mathias stood at the balcony soaking in the view. The sun had already dipped below the mountains and he watched as lights in the valley below flickered on, waking up the night. He took in a deep breath. The air was much crisper here than he thought it would be. It almost made his lungs feel younger. He swirled his champagne glass and starred down into the valley, wondering if a fall from this high would kill him.

He felt a strong hand on his shoulder.

"Hey man, if you're gonna fall something, at least make it look cool!"

He laughed at the familiar voice. He turned to see his manager, Alfred. Mathias playfully pushed Alfred's hand away.

"Aw come on! I haven't had THAT much to drink!" Mathias said, laughing.

Alfred leaned back against the balcony railing, taking a sip from his own glass.

"So, what are you doing out here when the party's happening in there?" he said, gesturing to the room behind Mathias.

Mathias glanced behind him at the "party" that was being held for him and Lukas. He didn't really consider it one. It was too formal and stuffy. Everyone was dressed too nicely and talking too quietly to be having fun. Light classical music drifted over the droning murmur of the party guests. Mathias had been to his share of parties, but he found it hard to have a good time when he was expected to make constant polite conversation with people and act just as buttoned-up as everyone else.

"Oh you know," he chuckled, half-heartedly. "Just taking a breather. Fancy gatherings aren't exactly my thing."

Alfred took another sip from his glass and he patted Mathias on the back.

"I know, I know. You were never really a 'shake hands and make small talk' kind of guy, but that interview you did has everyone buzzing about you! You make that guy Lukas seem like a huge nerd! And everyone loves a confident guy!" Alfred said, beaming at Mathias.

"I know you don't like it, but if you could just go shake hands, make a few snarky comments, it would really help me land this sponsorship for you!"

Alfred stood up and took another sip from his glass, only to find it empty.

"Well, duty calls. You got this!" Alfred cheered, giving a big thumbs up before walking back inside.

Mathias downed the rest of his drink and signed. He headed back into the main room, passing party members and doing his best to make small talk.

"Hey look it's that Kohler guy!"

"You're gonna win this weekend right?"

"Wow! You're so much taller in person!"

Mathias tensed up.

"Haha... thank you... I-" he caught sight of someone across the room at another balcony.

Could it be?

Lukas was there, leaning on the railing and staring off into the darkening night sky. He wasn't entirely sure what made him do it, but he found himself gently pushing past the party guests, muttering some polite "excuse me"s and "sorry"s. He almost ran over but stopped just short of the balcony doors. He felt a pang of fear in the pit of his stomach. Why did he want to talk to Lukas so bad? He doubted he wanted to speak to him after the interview. But, if anyone would understand how much these things sucked, it would probably be him.

He took a deep breath and stepped through the doors, slapping Lukas on the back.

"Well, well, well! So we finally meet! What are you doing out here when the party's in there?" he asked him with a forced grin.

He jumped a bit as his hand was slapped away.

"What the hell!? I'm not Lukas!" apparently-not-Lukas yelled.

The guy turned around to face Mathias. He did look just like Lukas, same jawline and platinum blond hair. Although, his eyes seemed strangely purple compared to Lukas's sea-blue eyes. Not that Mathias had been staring at pictures of him, of course. Mathias put his hands up.

"Oh! My bad! You look just like him from the back! Even more so from the front!" he replied, trying to laugh it off.

The guy let out a sigh and huffed.

"I'm his brother, Emil. Don't feel THAT bad. It happens more than I like" he said as he eyes Mathias up and down.

Emil furrowed his brows.

"I take it you're Mathias. The guy he won't stop complaining about." Emil said, crossing his arms.

Mathias laughed a bit.

"Hey, I'm not that bad!" he joked.

Emil looked out over the balcony.

"Ok, Mr. Big-shot. Tell that to my nerd brother who wasn't exactly happy with how you made him look in your little interview," he said flatly, turning back to Mathias.

"Though, I doubt he'd ever tell you that. It would ruin his "strategy",".

Mathias laughed nervously.

"Aren't you worried about giving his strategy!?" he asked grinning. "Keep this up and I'll snag that win for sure!"

Mathias's laugh grew more confident and put his hand on Emil's shoulder. Emil picked Mathias's hand off his shoulder and placed it on the balcony railing.

"If I'm being totally honest, I don't really know if I want him to win," Emil said under his breath, resting his hand in his hands as he looked over the balcony.

Mathias's demeanor softened. He walked over to Emil and stood next to him, looking out at the night sky.

Emil sighed.

"When you said that Lukas didn't have a life outside of chess, yeah it was mean, but the worst part was it's kinda true. I like my brother and all, but every day is the same thing: combing through old books for strategies, helping him practice, and trying to get him to sleep and eat like a normal person, and-"

Emil sighed again as if he caught himself in an old habit. He stood up properly and started straightening out his clothes.

"If Lukas wins, I'm not really sure what he'll do with his life. At least if he loses, he'll still have something to keep himself busy with. Though, I'm getting a little tired of chess," Emil said, trailing off. "I should get going, actually. He's probably waiting for me back at the hotel."

It hit Mathias that he's completely forgotten that he was even at the party. He only wanted to know more about Lukas.

"I'll walk you out!" he quickly straightened himself out. "I'm just about ready to get out of here myself."

The pair walked towards the elevator. Mathias did his best to smile and wave at the part goers, desperately hoping that Alfred wouldn't notice him leaving early. He stepped into the elevator with Emil and waited for the doors to close.

"So, why is Lukas's life just...chess?" Mathias asked, delicately.

Emil stared at the floor counter as it ticked down.

"Lukas loves knowledge and books and reading and all that. He values intellect. Chess just so happened to present itself to him as the ultimate game," Emil shifted a bit. "At first, it was kinda more casual. He'd read a book or two and play a few games here and there. But the better he got, the more he wanted to read and practice and win that I'm pretty sure he forgot anything else."

Mathias stiffened a bit. Lukas had probably read every book on Chess there ever was, he was definitely serious. How dedicated was Lukas if he was willing to forego eating, sleeping, and -

"Has he ever had, like a girlfriend or something?" Mathias asked, instantly wishing he could suck the words back in as soon as he spoke them.

Emil shook his head.

"Nah. He almost had a boyfriend, but he wasn't...priority at the time..." Emil trailed off again.

The elevator dinged as they reached the ground floor. The two stepped out and walked outside. Thunder rolled in the distance.

"Well, I better try to beat the storm. You know, you're not as annoying, arrogant, or obnoxious as Lukas says you are," Emil said as he pulled on a jacket.

Mathias felt a little hurt in his heart, but he knew what he wanted to see Lukas. He had to talk to him. About the interview, the party, the match, everything.

Emil started walking away.

"Wait!" Mathias called out.

Emil turned around as Mathias caught up to him.

"Let's uh, let's grab a drink tomorrow, and maybe you can tell me more about yourself and Lukas. Between you and me, you seem much cooler haha! And maybe Lukas isn't the buttoned-up nerd I'm pretty sure he is!" Mathias beamed.

Emil smiled for the first time that night, small but genuine. He pulled out a napkin from his jacket and scribbled an address on it.

"Oh no, he definitely is!" he replied, laughing a little.

Mathias took the napkin and checked the address. It was right by the hotel he was staying at.

"Alright see you then! This better be a good bar, you know! I need a real party after having to put up with this stuffy garbage all night!" He cheered as Emil walked away.

He wasn't sure, but Emil looked back and seemed to wink at him.

"For sure! Goodnight!"

"Goodnight."

Mathias paused for a moment and sighed at the new silence. He trudged back inside and made his way back up to the party. After all, he still had hands to shake.

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Next Chapter: 2-The Arbiter

a/n: I hope you liked the first chapter! I also apologize for the poor proofreading. it's just me proofreading these so if you see a critical error feel free to DM me and I'll fix it!

I’m going to take this time to plug my non-hetalia work “ Intro to Love ” about a college student who struggles to keep her superpowers a secret and while making new friends. How much of her normal life will she give up to save her friends from a mysterious villain that drains students’ brains and turns them into zombies? The complete Chapter 1 is out NOW!

Thanks again for reading! Send some feedback my way! Can’t wait to continue this story!

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Battle Ground Thoughts

Major spoilers below.

The Good

I really enjoyed the last part of the fight with Ethniu. Hendrick's sacrifice was well done, and the Marcone reveal was fantastic. The action was really great, although it did get too much at times, especially the beginning of the fight with Ethniu where it’s more like reading a shonen manga, lots of huge ‘final’ attacks and mist clearing as they wait for the blood spray before someone pulls a trap card. Still pretty likeable.

Marcone as a Knight of the Blackened Denarius is intriguing. My one caveat is that I think it diminishes his post-Small Favor achievements quite a bit, knowing he had access to all that power. It makes sense, especially considering just how much Marcone was able to get done, but yeah, I liked this little twist. Marcone is probably the main reason I would keep reading the books, as things stand.

I like the fact Harry's finally been kicked off the White Council, as he should be. I'm not sure why this is controversial, though. He’s clearly broken several laws, and tbh I was kind of surprised they kept him on after becoming the Winter Knight, like... conflicted interests, much?

Drakul and the Blampires were cool. Wouldn't mind seeing them again.

The Bad

Justine's reveal, while interesting bc omg Outsiders infesting the characters we love, it also absolutely terrifies me in terms of what it actually means for Thomas/Justine both in the future and in the past. A future that might not even happen, now. And considering how long it's been since she was infected, it's entirely possible a lot of Justine's feelings have been manufactured as well. One of the things at the top of my Do Not Want list was Justine or the baby getting hurt, and now we’re here.

I'm severely disinterested in Harry/Lara. I have no idea where it's going, but it's boring at best. Maybe Jim Butcher has an idea for it that doesn’t result in me rolling my eyes, but I’m not feeling charitable today.

Ivy and Harry never got a proper conversation. Also why tf was Ivy dressed in a school uniform for that fight? Unless she's a sailor senshi or something, it just doesn't make sense. Plus she should be in her mid-late teens by now, ffs, not her early teens.

We're still drawing out the Starborn mystery? Ugh, ok.

Michael's cursing out the White Council for kicking Harry off the team... Completely OOC, sorry, I hated it. Michael is a great character because he doesn't swear as a matter of principle. If he had to start swearing, that was a bad hill to choose.

The way the morality of the White Council flip flops depending on Dresden's mood is getting annoying. At the meeting at the end, he says the Council is the biggest defender of humanity, and that he's clearly sitting at the monsters' table, but they're also supposed to be the enemy for treating him as such? Ebenezar and some of the Seniors are douchebags, for sure - especially Eb as it's personal - but Carlos and the rest are solid good guys trying to do their best. After everything that's happened, Harry shouldn't be so freaking bitter. He’s a monster now. Either own it, or make different choices. Also Carlos should’ve told him what Molly did to him. I hate that this hasn’t been addressed and that Carlos just looks like a suspicious bastard when he’s actually sustained life-changing injuries and trauma. Communication generally between Harry and the White Council needs to start happening like yesterday.

Butters needs to just go away, please. Give me a break from this shithead. He's had a few months of training and can keep up with literally everyone. He gets all these Crowning Moments of Awesome, but he never suffers for it, and at this point I'm genuinely wondering whether he'll ever suffer any consequences whatsoever. Also he constantly outshines Sanya, who is ostensibly better qualified, and the Sword of Hope should have been the stronger of the two in that last fight. I’m sick of hearing how great Butters is, and being expected to laugh at all his dumb, nerdy references.

Harry barely thinks about Thomas when he considers his recent losses. Sure Thomas is still alive, but barely, with no guarantees he'll survive or that he'll come back the same person. Harry should be grieving for him as much as he's grieving for Karrin at this point. I also wanted there to be more reason behind Thomas's actions, some sort of conspiracy within the White Court, but there wasn't. It's bad enough being anxious for Thomas, but being anxious for his whole goddamn family is just way too much, ffs.

The Ugly

I mean, I've told people: if I'd tried to imagine a worst case scenario for Karrin Murphy's death, it would have been better than the ending we got. It's worse than James Norrington dying at the hands of Bootstrap Bill. It's worse than Superman's dad dying while trying to save the dog. She shouldn't have died at all, period, but if she absolutely had to go, there is no fucking way in HELL that that was the best way for it to happen. Whether she comes back or not, there is no way to justify that scene. Gard saying she saved everyone by defending Dresden might be a satisfying Watsonian explanation for some, but of all the times, of all the places, of all the ways, and of all the people... JB picked the absolute worst possible combination. Absolute. Garbage. It's not that he can't write decent sacrifices. Hendrick's death was superb! So why the FUCK couldn't Murph get the same treatment? Why the FUCK was she killed off so FUCKING pointlessly? This isn't a real life story. This isn't some hyperrealistic, anyone can die, Game of Thrones type bullshit, where you can just kill off the second main character as shock value and have it be valuable to a bigger theme. This is the Dresden Files, a fucking series where all the women are Playboy models, and there's a middle-aged dweeby guy in sports goggles riding a skateboard and wielding a lightsaber and facing off with a Titan after just a few months of training, and having threesomes with bisexual women half his age, one of whom wears a fucking Avengers t-shirt to bed. It's a fanservice show. So it is not too much to ask for the main female character to be given the kind of death she actually deserves, let alone that she be allowed to live long enough to enjoy a relationship that's been so fantastically built up over 15+ books. (Query: was any of her family at her funeral? Audiobooks make searching hard, and I can’t find out if that was mentioned.) It's not unfair to hate the FUCK out of JB for pulling such a horrible, awful, LAZY move. I didn’t cry when it happened. I actually laughed quite a bit, maniacally, because it was that much of a train wreck. I'm not crying now, either. I'm just so, so tired. RIP Murph.

Granted, I haven't had to wait for a Dresden Files book like this before. Skin Game had a very neat ending, whereas this asks way, way, way more questions than it answers, which is probably more par for the course in this series? But now my two favourite characters are out of the field and may never come back, and I'm just so fucking tired and disappointed, and tired of being disappointed. I don't know whether it's worth staying invested in the vague hope Jim Butcher will start giving a shit about anyone other than Butters, but I can't see the next book being much good when Thomas and Karrin won't be there. When Karrin may never be there again. When I don't even know if the next book will show up, or if there'll be another hiatus resulting in a mediocre story.

I'm predicting that there'll be a Murph-centric short story in the near future that'll probably be a "gotcha!" to all the fans like me who fucking hate how BG turned out. Either it'll finish her off entirely or hint at a resurrection, which may or may not come. Either way, it won't justify her death. It won't make this better.

If I wasn’t as invested in Karrin, I’d like this book more. I can understand if people like it, and there are definitely some good things about it, but it’s hard to appreciate those bits when there’s such a massive pile of stinking shit sitting smack bang in the middle.

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Top 10 Personal Favorite Hit Songs from 2020

You know, when I finished my latest list and realised every decade had the same pattern and that we were slowly going towards a series of great years for pop, I didn’t realise how good that year would be.

What’s at the top? Am I boringly predictable because I already said I loved that song all the way back in January 2020? Let’s find out.

Disclaimers:

Keep in mind I’m using both the year-end top 100 lists from the US and from France while making these top 10 things. There’s songs in English that charted in my country way higher than they did in their home countries, or even earlier or later, so that might get surprising at times.

Of course there will probably be stuff in French somewhere on this post. We suck. I know. It’s my list. Deal with it.

My musical tastes have always been terrible and I’m not a critic, just a listener and an idiot.

I have sound to color synesthesia which justifies nothing but might explain why I have trouble describing some songs in other terms than visual ones.

So. Uh. How was your 2020?

Mine was actually surprisingly good, considering. I’m lucky enough to have a job that I can partially do from home, and I was extremely paranoid from the get-go and nobody got sick under this roof so far. Turns out I’m even better at my job from home and I got permission to work from home one day per week even after the health crisis is over! My first name was also finally officially approved and I can’t tell you how happy I feel about that. I almost feel bad to have had such a good year considering the circumstances. I feel like an asshole just because I’m happy, haha.

The only frustrating part was that I was supposed to see Hatari in concert in Paris in early April which, as you can guess, was cancelled. I’m not too mad about it though, since their tour was called “Europe will crumble” and the message saying the tour was cancelled started with “since Europe is actually crumbling due to Covid-19″ and that’s hysterical.

Good or interesting albums that came out in 2020 now, let’s see.

Nightwish released Human/Nature, which was a huge letdown compared to their previous album, but I will relisten to it at some point to make sure I wasn’t just in a bad mood that day.

The Birthday Massacre released Diamonds, which might be their weakest album since their debut, but contained some real gems (I listened to The Last Goodbye on a loop, it floored me. Flashback and Enter are also very good).

The 1975 released Notes On A Conditional Form, and let’s be real, it’s a f█cking mess. You could cut half the tracks and end up with an excellent album, but as it is it’s like, yes, a collection of notes ; however there’s some truely excellent shit on it (see unelligible songs).

Thanks to a friend on a discord server I was exposed to Dorian Electra’s music and I haven’t been quite the same ever since. I’m so happy to be alive to see other enbies making such great music with an insanely good aesthetic surrounding it and asking so many interesting questions about gender. Also the arc the ‘gentleman’ character goes through over the course of the entire tracklist of the 2020 My Agenda album is absolutely hilarious, don’t @ me.

I also discovered 100 Gecs this year. Why are most of you guys saying it’s unlistenable garbage. It’s just as abrasive and over the top as industrial music is, but with none of the edginess or drama. I love it. What the hell. But yeah Tree of Clues was released this year. Good.

Speaking of industrial, in March 2020 Nine Inch Nails were like “hey remember when we released Ghosts I-IV a decade ago entirely for free and how amazing that was? Well we’re all in lockdown and bored as hell so here’s Ghosts V-VI and it’s also free. Enjoy” and I f█cking died instantly. And it’s even better than I-IV. What the hell was that year

Jonsi released Shiver. It’s strange and highly experimental. I’m pretty sure it’s a good thing I was into hyperpop this year, otherwise going from his previous material straight to this album would have been brutal.

Yadda yadda yadda After Hours by the Weeknd good yadda yadda.

I’ve joked about that already but if you had told me in 2019 that 2020 would have fires, a pandemic, riots, monoliths appearing and disappearing, and also a super good Machine Gun Kelly album, guess which part I would have found the most ridiculous. But yeah uh. Tickets to my Downfall good

So uh this year I tried to listen to some hyperpop and liked it a lot, and I also dipped my toes timidly into screamo and listened to Svalbard, who released When I Die this year, and the entire album was a very beautiful, very intricately decorated punch to the face. It sounds like God Is An Astronaut except with a shit ton of yelling. I love it. Open Wound is my favorite track on it.

But no, despite all of this, my album of the year was from a band I had never even heard about before that year, called Spanish Love Songs. The album is titled Brave Faces Everyone and it’s line after line after line of extremely relatable generational angst but yelled with complete sincerity and it’s so propulsive and energetic you can’t help but feel both exhausted and ready to fight the entire universe. I don’t know how it works, but it’s incredible. The entire album is wonderfully brutal, so it’s kind of difficult to pick my favorite songs on it, but Beachfront Property and the title track stand out.

Unelligible songs, now, and there’s, uh, quite a few of them too so I’m also gonna use bullet points. Good lord this post is gonna be long.

First, let me say I have literally no idea why Midnight Sky by Miley Cyrus wasn’t a bigger hit. It’s not on the year-end US top 100 and it feels extremely wrong. Would have made it to #4 on this list otherwise.

I still entertain the vague hope that stuff from Machine Gun Kelly will chart higher in 2021 but I doubt it will happen so I might as well tackle it now and say that Bloody Valentine and especially Forget Me Too are both excellent and that it’s a shame radios aren’t playing them more often.

Heaven by the late Avicii featuring Coldplay should have charted in 2019 and still didn’t chart in 2020 and that’s a real shame.

If the world was a bit less unfair, Lovesick Girls by Blackpink would have been a hit rather than the awful Ice Cream.

One day I will stop complaining about my bafflement concerning the lack of mainstream pop charts success of The 1975. Today is not that day. I just love how they keep making songs about extremely awkward relationships full of weird details, and I haven’t grown tired of that yet. So yeah If You’re Too Shy is about a guy who’s crush is asking him to get naked on Skype in his hotel room and he’s, uh, not too sure about that idea.

And Me & You Together is about a guy who never finds the right moment to tell his best friend he’s in love with her, and he manages to do so at the end and it’s cute as hell. My fave part is “I'm sorry that I'm kinda queer / It's not as weird as it appears / It's 'cause my body doesn't stop me (Stop me) / Oh, it's okay, lots of people think I'm gay / But we're friends, so it's cool, why would it not be?”. Relatable as f█ck.

And now for an international hit that should have been bigger in the US and/or in my country but wasn’t: Head & Heart by Joel Corry and MNEK.

I’ve heard Nos Célébrations by Indochine extremely often on French radio for months now so I was very surprised to see that it didn’t crack the local year-end list. What happened.

I can finally hear the appeal of Bring Me The Horizon. It took me ages. And also Death Stranding. The song Ludens isn’t in the game per say, but it’s among the ones you can pick to broadcast briefly when people drive by your constructions, and long story short it's been living rent-free in my head for months now.

Phew.

It’s time for a round of Honorable Mentions for elligible songs, containing a couple of guilty pleasures, which is saying something considering the kind of shit I put on some of my previous lists.

Ne Reviens Pas (Gradur et Heuss l’Enfoiré) - Heuss is a French artist that kept baffling me while making my lists for the previous years, and I was like “??? ok, that’s it then, I guess I’m getting too old to get what teenagers find funny”. This one worked for me, though. And the music video doesn’t hurt. Really dumb and really fun.

Adore You (Harry Styles) - Perfectly good little pop song, very pleasant to listen to, never outstayed its welcome for me.

Mood (24kGoldn) - This doesn’t sound like a very good relationship, my dude, but that’s still a super pleasant song.

WAP (Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion) - This song is absolutely hilarious and I will hear no argument from any of you.

Control (Zoe Wees) - Was clearly a hit here. Should have been even bigger though. What a powerful but comfy voice. If I had better taste it would be on the list.

Hot Girl Bummer (Blackbear) - I. Uh. Listen. I keep saying I have bad taste and nobody believes me. Do you believe me now. But yeah. “F█ck you, and you, and you~, I hate your friends and they hate me too” is gonna pop in my head every single time someone is being a jerk anywhere near me now. It’s been happening all year already. Someone trashed my documents at work? Someone isn’t wearing a mask in public? That guy has filled his car with rolls of toilet paper? Brain goes “F█ck you, and you, and you~”. Every. Single. Time.

Come & Go (Juice WRLD & Marshmello ) - Damn, that’s a pretty good little song. I’ve seen plenty of people saying it’s ruined by the drop, but may I remind you I’m the person who loves Blue by Eiffel 65 with all my heart. If the song was ramping up consistently until the end instead of ending like that, it would have made the list, definitely.

And now, the actual list. This one actually feels pretty solid, I genuinely like everything on it, there’s no filler here for once.

10 - The Box (Roddy Rich)

US: #3 / FR: #23

Now this is a weird case, because for the longest time I couldn’t figure out why this song was so popular and I was completely neutral about it. Then, one morning in September, my mental jukebox (which always, always puts a song on a loop in my head when I wake up) decided to play it. And I was like oh wow?? I never noticed the atmosphere in that song before? It’s so great. And that hook too. Let’s listen to it.

So yeah, I don’t know what happened. It just clicked one day and everything fell into place, I guess.

9 - Alane (Wes & Robin Shulz)

US: Not on the list / FR: #93

Come on. You can’t do a remake of one of my previous #1 songs and let it chart in 2020. That’s cheating. Even with this subpar drop, I have to put it on the list, now.

I’ve already said my piece about the original, so I’m just going to send you back to my 1997 list.

8 - Kings and Queens (Ava Max)

US: Not on the list / FR: #76

[BBC documentary voice] After Lady Gaga decided to make piano balads and left her musical niche vacant, Ava Max quickly took her place as the top predator pop diva. Even after Lady Gaga was re-introduced to her natural habitat in 2020, she still hasn’t fully recovered in Europe, where Ava Max still reigns supreme on the charts -

(tldr I think it’s hilarious that this isn’t on the US Billboard while Lady Gaga isn’t on the French year-end top 100)

7 - Roses (Saint Jhn & Imanbek)

US: #19 / FR: #3

What an earworm. It doesn’t even bother trying to have an intro or an outro, so it loops almost perfectly. It’s like entering a party that started long before you arrived, and it will go on long after you leave it to go back home. Kind of hypnotic in a way.

And yes, my mental jukebox was very fond of using it to wake me up this year, so this is another song that’s here almost solely because of that.

6 - Physical (Dua Lipa)

US: Not on the list / FR: #69 (hehehe)

“Hey I’m not that old” says the guy who’s definitely a sucker for this kind of retro throwback that was so popular this year. Oh well.

I don’t have anything interesting to say about this one, though. Apart from the fact that everyone seems to have a different fave song on that album. Guess that’s quality for you.

5 - Rain on Me (Lady Gaga & Ariana Grande)

US: #48 / FR: Not on the list

That is far from being Lady Gaga’s best song, but it was a joy to listen to everytime it was on the radio anyway. Also Ariana Grande has surprisingly good chemistry with Gaga! This year was full of strange duets mostly made for commercial reasons, and this one isn’t an exception, but unlike a lot of them, it really, really works.

4 - Dynamite (BTS)

US: #38 / FR: Not on the list

I’m still not 100% sold on k-pop even if a ton of it sounds super good, but come on. Even if some bits of this song (especially the beginning of the second chorus) sound a bit like they were made on autopilot, it still sounds just as happy and fun several months after I first heard it and I never got tired of it. That’s quality. You hear it and you can’t help but tap your feet and smile.

Actually, I’m sure there’s people somewhere that don’t smile when they hear this song. And they must be avoided at all costs.

3 - Godzilla (Eminem ft Juice WRLD)

US: #62 / FR: Not on the list

What are you doing so high on this list, old man. Why are you still here in the year 2020. I thought we left you in the previous decade. Who gave you the right.

I’m gonna tell you who did, and it’s actually Juice WRLD. Because that chorus is incredible, and like a lot of people I’m pissed off because the guy died super young and this shit shouldn’t happen to anybody. No, his early material wasn’t great, but I’m sorry I’m gonna say it again: have you heard this damn chorus? It’s suspenseful and dark, it’s got this lowkey menacing quality, it’s an earworm and a half, and it’s more convincing in like six lines than Eminem’s own flexing is in the entire song.

The beat is extremely good as well, and the flow, obviously, impressive. The weakest link is Eminem’s writing, which is as usual full of puns and weird wordplay, except here a lot of it isn’t great, and that last ultra fast part at the end is technically impressive but it also drives the song up a cliff and stops it dead in its tracks once it’s over. But frankly the lines fly by so fast it’s difficult to be too annoyed by them.

Can I sincerely put this extremely flawed song so high on my list? A better question would be “did I spend hours trying to learn how to sing this shit without choking on my own spit?”. The answer is yes. To both.

2 - Heartless (The Weeknd)

US: #28 / FR: Not on the list

I’ve said it on my 2015 and 2016 lists already, but just for the record I’ll say it again: it took me ages to like The Weeknd, mostly because I found most of his songs fairly boring, or disliked the lyrics, or both. Also I never really liked the general vibe of his “sexy” songs like The Hills, they felt dark but in an unpleasant creepy way. Felt like miserable hedonism, if that makes sense.

So, because I’m a person with extremely consistent and logical tastes, here’s the exact same shit he was making before, except that this time I absolutely adore it.

What is he doing differently that makes the whole After Hours album click for me whereas almost all of his previous material failed to do so? Is it the energy? Is it the reverb? Is it the fact that the narrator sounds properly unhinged and, frankly, scared to be spiralling out of control? Why are the colors so beautiful yet full of anxiety? Why is that bridge so fantastic? How can you make your voice look like a glowstick in the dark?

I give up. I have no clue. At least I’m done talking about-

Oh.

1 - Blinding Lights (The Weeknd)

US: #1 / FR: #1 (listen sometimes something’s just that good, ok)

Surprise. Or not.

Wow, look at that, Johannes has put this year’s number one pop song at number one on their personal playlist. The audacity. The edge. What a hot take.

I discovered that song when it first came out at the end of 2019 and I adored it instantly. And I was so scared it wouldn’t be a hit. Which means I’m a f█cking dumbass considering it ended up breaking all sorts of records in 2020. But what can I say, overplay can be a blessing when you love a song that much.

Like every single song I put at number one on one of my lists, I will draw this one at some point and you will understand how incredibly satisfying it is to listen to a song called Blinding Lights, talking about city lights looking blurry when you’re driving at night, while looking itself like a bunch of blurry city lights passing by super fast. Perfect in every way.

Also it sounds exactly like A-ha, and that never hurts.

See you next year! Pretty sure it will be even better music-wise.

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Summary: Mathias is attending a boring party for the competitors, but things get interesting when he spots Lukas from across the room. Author's Note: Here's the first full chapter! I had a great time writing it so I hope you enjoy it and do leave me some feedback so I can keep getting better! Previous: 0-Introduction --- Mathias stood at the balcony soaking in the view. The sun had already dipped below the mountains and he watched as lights in the valley below flickered on, waking up the night. He took in a deep breath. The air was much crisper here than he thought it would be. It almost made his lungs feel younger. He swirled his champagne glass and starred down into the valley, wondering if a fall from this high would kill him. He felt a strong hand on his shoulder. "Hey man, if you're gonna fall something, at least make it look cool!"

He laughed at the familiar voice. He turned to see his manager, Alfred. Mathias playfully pushed Alfred's hand away. "Aw come on! I haven't had THAT much to drink!" Mathias said, laughing. Alfred leaned back against the balcony railing, taking a sip from his own glass. "So, what are you doing out here when the party's happening in there?" he said, gesturing to the room behind Mathias. Mathias glanced behind him at the "party" that was being held for him and Lukas. He didn't really consider it one. It was too formal and stuffy. Everyone was dressed too nicely and talking too quietly to be having fun. Light classical music drifted over the droning murmur of the party guests. Mathias had been to his share of parties, but he found it hard to have a good time when he was expected to make constant polite conversation with people and act just as buttoned-up as everyone else. "Oh you know," he chuckled, half-heartedly. "Just taking a breather. Fancy gatherings aren't exactly my thing." Alfred took another sip from his glass and he patted Mathias on the back. "I know, I know. You were never really a 'shake hands and make small talk' kind of guy, but that interview you did has everyone buzzing about you! You make that guy Lukas seem like a huge nerd! And everyone loves a confident guy!" Alfred said, beaming at Mathias. "I know you don't like it, but if you could just go shake hands, make a few snarky comments, it would really help me land this sponsorship for you!" Alfred stood up and took another sip from his glass, only to find it empty. "Well, duty calls. You got this!" Alfred cheered, giving a big thumbs up before walking back inside. Mathias downed the rest of his drink and signed. He headed back into the main room, passing party members and doing his best to make small talk. "Hey look it's that Kohler guy!" "You're gonna win this weekend right?" "Wow! You're so much taller in person!" Mathias tensed up. "Haha... thank you... I-" he caught sight of someone across the room at another balcony. Could it be? Lukas was there, leaning on the railing and staring off into the darkening night sky. He wasn't entirely sure what made him do it, but he found himself gently pushing past the party guests, muttering some polite "excuse me"s and "sorry"s. He almost ran over but stopped just short of the balcony doors. He felt a pang of fear in the pit of his stomach. Why did he want to talk to Lukas so bad? He doubted he wanted to speak to him after the interview. But, if anyone would understand how much these things sucked, it would probably be him. He took a deep breath and stepped through the doors, slapping Lukas on the back. "Well, well, well! So we finally meet! What are you doing out here when the party's in there?" he asked him with a forced grin. He jumped a bit as his hand was slapped away. "What the hell!? I'm not Lukas!" apparently-not-Lukas yelled. The guy turned around to face Mathias. He did look just like Lukas, same jawline and platinum blond hair. Although, his eyes seemed strangely purple compared to Lukas's sea-blue eyes. Not that Mathias had been staring at pictures of him, of course. Mathias put his hands up. "Oh! My bad! You look just like him from the back! Even more so from the front!" he replied, trying to laugh it off. The guy let out a sigh and huffed. "I'm his brother, Emil. Don't feel THAT bad. It happens more than I like" he said as he eyes Mathias up and down. Emil furrowed his brows. "I take it you're Mathias. The guy he won't stop complaining about." Emil said, crossing his arms. Mathias laughed a bit. "Hey, I'm not that bad!" he joked. Emil looked out over the balcony. "Ok, Mr. Big-shot. Tell that to my nerd brother who wasn't exactly happy with how you made him look in your little interview," he said flatly, turning back to Mathias. "Though, I doubt he'd ever tell you that. It would ruin his "strategy",". Mathias laughed nervously. "Aren't you worried about giving his strategy!?" he asked grinning. "Keep this up and I'll snag that win for

sure!" Mathias's laugh grew more confident and put his hand on Emil's shoulder. Emil picked Mathias's hand off his shoulder and placed it on the balcony railing. "If I'm being totally honest, I don't really know if I want him to win," Emil said under his breath, resting his hand in his hands as he looked over the balcony. Mathias's demeanor softened. He walked over to Emil and stood next to him, looking out at the night sky. Emil sighed. "When you said that Lukas didn't have a life outside of chess, yeah it was mean, but the worst part was it's kinda true. I like my brother and all, but every day is the same thing: combing through old books for strategies, helping him practice, and trying to get him to sleep and eat like a normal person, and-" Emil sighed again as if he caught himself in an old habit. He stood up properly and started straightening out his clothes. "If Lukas wins, I'm not really sure what he'll do with his life. At least if he loses, he'll still have something to keep himself busy with. Though, I'm getting a little tired of chess," Emil said, trailing off. "I should get going, actually. He's probably waiting for me back at the hotel." It hit Mathias that he's completely forgotten that he was even at the party. He only wanted to know more about Lukas. "I'll walk you out!" he quickly straightened himself out. "I'm just about ready to get out of here myself." The pair walked towards the elevator. Mathias did his best to smile and wave at the part goers, desperately hoping that Alfred wouldn't notice him leaving early. He stepped into the elevator with Emil and waited for the doors to close. "So, why is Lukas's life just...chess?" Mathias asked, delicately. Emil stared at the floor counter as it ticked down. "Lukas loves knowledge and books and reading and all that. He values intellect. Chess just so happened to present itself to him as the ultimate game," Emil shifted a bit. "At first, it was kinda more casual. He'd read a book or two and play a few games here and there. But the better he got, the more he wanted to read and practice and win that I'm pretty sure he forgot anything else." Mathias stiffened a bit. Lukas had probably read every book on Chess there ever was, he was definitely serious. How dedicated was Lukas if he was willing to forego eating, sleeping, and - "Has he ever had, like a girlfriend or something?" Mathias asked, instantly wishing he could suck the words back in as soon as he spoke them. Emil shook his head. "Nah. He almost had a boyfriend, but he wasn't...priority at the time..." Emil trailed off again. The elevator dinged as they reached the ground floor. The two stepped out and walked outside. Thunder rolled in the distance. "Well, I better try to beat the storm. You know, you're not as annoying, arrogant, or obnoxious as Lukas says you are," Emil said as he pulled on a jacket. Mathias felt a little hurt in his heart, but he knew what he wanted to see Lukas. He had to talk to him. About the interview, the party, the match, everything. Emil started walking away. "Wait!" Mathias called out. Emil turned around as Mathias caught up to him. "Let's uh, let's grab a drink tomorrow, and maybe you can tell me more about yourself and Lukas. Between you and me, you seem much cooler haha! And maybe Lukas isn't the buttoned-up nerd I'm pretty sure he is!" Mathias beamed. Emil smiled for the first time that night, small but genuine. He pulled out a napkin from his jacket and scribbled an address on it. "Oh no, he definitely is!" he replied, laughing a little. Mathias took the napkin and checked the address. It was right by the hotel he was staying at. "Alright see you then! This better be a good bar, you know! I need a real party after having to put up with this stuffy garbage all night!" He cheered as Emil walked away. He wasn't sure, but Emil looked back and seemed to wink at him. "For sure! Goodnight!" "Goodnight." Mathias paused for a moment and sighed at the new silence. He trudged back inside and made his way back up to the

party. After all, he still had hands to shake. --- Next Chapter: 2-The Arbiter a/n: I hope you liked the first chapter! I also apologize for the poor proofreading. it's just me proofreading these so if you see a critical error feel free to DM me and I'll fix it! I’m going to take this time to plug my non-hetalia work “ Intro to Love ” about a college student who struggles to keep her superpowers a secret and while making new friends. How much of her normal life will she give up to save her friends from a mysterious villain that drains students’ brains and turns them into zombies? The complete Chapter 1 is out NOW! Thanks again for reading! Send some feedback my way! Can’t wait to continue this story! Quotev link: here

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deerfests · 3 years

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( 001. the young pope/the new pope || 002. lenny/brannox || 003. sir john brannox ) && ( 001. space force || 002. malloraird || 003. dr adrian mallory ) && ( 004. the new pope/space force )

just for the heck of it, and because i’m greedy ☺️

fandom ask

man wth that's a lot... 😂😂😂

Okay, off we go~

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my: + The Young Pope/The New Pope

Favorite character:

Sir John Brannox, because I love the emo pope. He's got so many issues, and he's lovable for it.

Least Favorite character:

Um... I guess I don't know. I don't want to offend anyone.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

I only have 2-- Sofia Dubois/Sir John Brannox and Lenny Belardo/Sir John Brannox. Judge me if you must *shrugs*

Character I find most attractive:

Lenny and Brannox gotta fight over that one. I like how both of them look.

Character I would marry:

My hand in marriage is saved for Trench, exclusively, and he's not even a character in the show. Sorry. 🤠

Character I would be best friends with:

Gutiérrez but that's cuz he's a nice man and stuff. The dude would be swept away by me doing bs and just end up enduring it, not because he likes me. Let's be real. Nobody in the show would like me enough to befriend me! Unless I somehow weasel my way to Brannox, and we bond over being sad bastards but I don't think I have the energy to deal with his moping...

a random thought:

I feel like Adam's grave fucked up the timeline, nothing adds up. I'm sorry, but how old is Brannox supposed to be?? I am confused.

An unpopular opinion:

I don't obsess with some characters the rest of the fandom seems to, so I guess that's my unpopular opinion.

my canon OTP:

Sofia Dubois/Sir John Brannox

Non-canon OTP:

Lenny Belardo/Sir John Brannox, because imagine how fun that'd be!

most badass character:

Fck, I feel it's Lenny in The Young Pope. He's just out there destroying things.

pairing I am not a fan of:

I don't desire to put a bullseye on my back.

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

Hmm, I feel like Adam is an easy pick cuz for real, they did fuck up the timeline with him.

favourite friendship:

Lenny and Gutiérrez

character I want to adopt or be adopted by:

Nobody!! AH, that would screw me up big time.

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you: + Lenny/Brannox

when of if I started shipping it.

Like love at first sight, I fell for that shit since I saw them doing the world's most awkward prom picture. I mean, look at it:

And then I was pissed off... I watched the whole season and while I enjoyed it, I didn't get nearly enough interactions! But what I got, I treasure... Even if it probably tricks you into thinking this ship's dynamic is different than what I actually headcanon for them.

my thoughts:

Lenny would fuck up Brannox so badly. Then probably feel guilty about it to some extent, and try to do something about his incredibly low self-esteem. :) This is the only sfw thought I have.

What makes me happy about them:

:)) wouldn't you like to know.

I love, love, love the energy they would have, ok!? Imagine, the constant contrast of Lenny and Brannox! Just...imagine.

What makes me sad about them:

Lenny's dead. :((

Also, Brannox has no self-esteem. :(

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

IF there was fanfic of them, which there is none of, I checked-- I would be annoyed if somebody thought Brannox had any power to hold over Lenny. Also, IF there was fanfic, I would not hesitate to read it even if it was garbage, but there's none.

things I look for in fanfic:

Actually existing fanfic. There's none. I gotta write that shit myself, and I'm trying, but it's hard!

My kinks:

:)) I can't. I'll get shadowbanned. Lenny fucks him up, let's just say.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Sofia with Brannox, death with Lenny, I guess?? I'm quite happy how the show ended, but I've never been one to want my ships to be canon, most of the time.

My happily ever after for them:

They quit the clergy, I guess, and Lenny lives with Brannox in the estate and they slip into an awkward but working relationship? Brannox gets over his problems and so does Lenny.

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you + Sir John Brannox.

How I feel about this character:

I feel I got into it before, but I love him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Ah, this is a repeat. Sofia and Lenny, both in their own verses, never together at the same time.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

....Happiness/Brannox.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Not in the mood to put a bullseye on myself~

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

We got to see him interact more with ghost!Lenny. Like the scene at Adam's grave, just replay it 100x more.

my het ship:

Sofia and him.

my fem/slash ship:

Lenny and him.

my OTP:

Lenny/Brannox. But that might be cuz I love suffering and pissing people off.

my OT3:

None~

my cross over ship:

None???

my kink:

He has a praise kink.Probably cries during it, too.

a head cannon fact:

*gently puts a hand on Brannox's head* This bastard can fit so many obsessive thoughts in himself!

Also, sorry tumblr user sirjohnbrannox, I am stealing all your headcanons about him.

His parents probably mainly hated him cuz he was a non-straight punk, then started drugs to deal with his problems, and genuinely I feel like he's a little bit...how do I put this, not stable cuz of that. Adam was a perfect son, John meanwhile ended up traumatized and soft and scared. He has no self-esteem cuz his parents fucking sucked and played favorites!! And also probably blamed him for Adam’s death, I guess. Fuck Brannox's parents!! I don't want to see them!!

my gender bend:

I don't have one, cuz I don't like them~

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my: + Space Force

Favorite character:

Dr. Adrian Mallory, duh.

Least Favorite character:

RIP in PEPPERONI, KICK !! I HOPE YOU DIE.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

I literally only have one ship, Adrian/Mark.

Character I find most attractive:

In this episode of Dickie sets up ridiculous fights: Adrian Mallory vs Mark Naird. For whoever of the two, I actually find most attractive. Because I don't know, but boys are good.

Character I would marry:

HHHHH no

Character I would be best friends with:

Adrian, but only because we're both could be judgemental af... together!

a random thought:

Man, I hope they didn't make Malk shave for season 2. I'd hate that.

An unpopular opinion:

I don't care that much for Fuck Tony, I'm sorry. He's fine, I just-- don't really see the appeal of him. Maybe, just maybe, I'm too much into old men.

my canon OTP:

I...no? IDK!? Ali/Chan is cute, I guess and they're canon.

Non-canon OTP:

Adrian/Mark, which probably will never be actually canon and we'll keep getting ship baited.RIP. Good that I don't care about my ships being canon all that much.

most badass character:

???? IN SPACE FORCE????

pairing I am not a fan of:

I do not care for Ch*ntony. RIP. Not a NOTP but I just don't see it.

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

Erin Naird. I understand where's she's coming from, but my god.... they really wrote it poorly.

favourite friendship:

Mark and Adrian in the canon lense I guess.

character I want to adopt or be adopted by:

Nope.

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you: + Malloraird

when of if I started shipping it.

When tumblr user sirjohnbrannox didn't shut up about it.

my thoughts:

It's cute, but my kinky hands will continue rubbing off on it.

What makes me happy about them:

Adrian being head over heels for a dense fool.

What makes me sad about them:

Nothing, cuz there's nothing sad in the show? Or at least nothing I am emotionally invested into enough to actually be upset about?

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Y'all really think Adrian is vanilla? Y'all really think Adrian is anything but a brat?

things I look for in fanfic:

I am interested in a plot, that has a build-up for these two. So...my fic, In Need, which I am still working on. Cuz I literally stopped after my life fell apart and I couldn't handle the daunting comments. Anyways as I was saying. In Need-- except make it good.

My kinks:

:)) I don't want to get shadowbanned but Adrian is not vanilla, let's just say.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Just keep Mark with his wife, I don't care. Adrian, anyone but Jerome. It was painful to witness Jerome. I'm sorry, but how do you write Adrian-- a fairly not too stereotypical gay man? And then write him to be with somebody like Jerome, which just comes off as "oh shit we need a character for this and we didn't establish anyone!"

Also-- Jerome/Adrian is, unfortunately, canon-- why does the wiki make it creepy and one-sided?!!?

My happily ever after for them:

Maggie gets out of prison, runs off with her guard lover (which I'm actually fairly certain will happen), and Mark slowly enters a relationship with Adrian which actually results in both of them widening their views on things and getting along.

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you + Dr Adrian Mallory

How I feel about this character:

He's pretty cool. Fun.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

I literally only ship him with Mark, cuz Jerome gives me the worst vibes that make me actively partake in Jerome erasure.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

404 BrOTP not found.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

The man's a brat.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I wish he would have sung that song about Mark, and it would have actually been one side and nobody would have figured it out (so no photo kissing at the end) lmao cuz that'd -- now that'd be cursed and fun. >:3c

my het ship:

He's canonically gay so none. Unless season 2 decides to make him bisexual, this will continue.

my fem/slash ship:

Him with Mark.

my OTP:

Him and Mark. God, doing these memes is getting repetitve.

my OT3:

None.

my cross over ship:

Lmao none. I mean, c'mon I don't even like crossovers 99% of the time.

my kink:

:DD are you trying to get me shadowbanned, bud.

a head cannon fact:

I have none that I can share here, or at least none springing to mind... but can we all agree that people saying Adrian is a spy or he has intentions for Space Force's downfall, is so funny, because it's literally not that deep. He's just gay and in love with Mark, how much do the r*dditors gotta overthink the damn show? It's not even that good to overthink!

my gender bend:

NO, I don't like them.

004 | send me 2 fandoms and I will give yo my crossover OTP + The New Pope/Space Force

None of these, I am not answering this, cuz this is the worst crossover ever conceived by man and I don't even like crossovers enough to begin with and my laptop is dying from heat--

....;

no? ok.

Imagine poor ol' Brannox meeting Adrian. Goodbye.

#sirjohnbrannox #ask #aks meme answered #extremely long post under cut #long post cw

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bbq-hawks-wings · 5 years

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I want to express an unpopular opinion. I hope for your understanding, because such things don't like to listen. Why does everyone think that Hawks is a bird? I couldn' fit my logical arguments into the askbox :( (about how he sits on a pole "like a bird", supposedly likes jewelry and so on). Even his quirk is called Fierce Wings, not a Hawk, not a Red Bird. Do you remember the names of the quirks of Hound Dog and Tsuyu-chan? We haven't evidence to believe that Hawks is behaves like a bird.

I do believe very much he’s a bird, and if you would let me friend, I would love to try and prove it to you because I think the evidence is overwhelming. I’ll make a TL;DR at the end but I’d really like to take the opportunity to perhaps teach others at least one method for literary analysis since it can be a really dry and boring subject to learn in school but is SO useful not only for getting good grades but getting into colleges as well as interpreting both entertainment and genuinely important information like the news, history, laws, and scientific papers. Using fiction - especially such a rich, engaging one like HeroAca - is a great way to try it out without the pressure of a grade. I don’t have the qualifications to teach in any formal capacity, but as a “peer” tutor I hope I can be helpful.

I’m going to put everything under the cut from here because this is going to get LONG, but I promise the TL;DR at the end will be very easy to read. If you liked this sort of unofficial tutorial please let me know. I’d love to help make “academic” skills like this more accessible for those who might benefit from it and enjoy it, but it doesn’t make sense to put in all that effort moving forward if I’m garbage at it.

Before we get too into things, I want to lay out a few notes to keep in mind as we go.

I will only be using the official translations from Viz’s Shonen Jump website when available. Fan translations are more than close enough to casually enjoy and follow the story, but professional translators are paid to know and get various nuances correct and some of the trickier cultural background behind certain phrases (for example, the phrase “where the rubber meets the road” might make zero sense in a foreign language if translated literally, so an equal cultural phrase should be used instead) that give more exact information. Rarely is this too important, but sometimes it helps, plus it supports the source material.

If you’ve followed my blog for a while you might know I’m very fond of doing this kind of thing in my spare time and that I’m a huge fan of YouTube channels like Game/Film Theory, Overly Sarcastic Productions, Extra Credits, and Wisecrack that do this kind of thing with popular media as well. If you like this sort of content, may I encourage you to check them out after this to see how else you can apply these kinds of analytical skills to things that aren’t homework.

My writing style tends to meander, but I do my best to cut out the fat and only include relevant information so even though there’s a lot of information here, please know that I’m trying to be thorough and explain things to the best of my ability. If I seem to go off on a tangent, I’m trying to set up or contextualize information to explain why it’s relevant and then come back to the point. In other words, please be patient and bear with me as I go.

Now, to start, I want to explain at least my method for analyzing a text/piece of media. There is a set order and number of steps to take, and it’s as follows:

Read the material all the way through.

Come up with a hypothesis about something you’ve noticed when reading it. (In this case, it’s “Is Hawks actually supposed to be a bird?”)

Collect as much relevant information as possible and test the evidence to see if it supports the hypothesis we’ve made.

Step back and look at everything again with those points in mind.

Determine if we were right or wrong with the evidence we have.

If we were wrong, go back to step 3 to figure out what fell apart and see if we need to go back to step 2.

If that sequence sounds familiar it’s because it’s the scientific method! Aha, didn’t think we’d be pulling science into all this, did you? Don’t worry, we won’t be putting numbers or formulas anywhere near this discussion - the scientific method is just a way we can observe something and test if what we thought about it is actually true; and it applies to almost everything we as humans can observe - from the laws of the universe, to arts and crafts, to philosophy and religion, and so on! When you think about it that way, whole new possibilities can open up for you when it comes to understanding how the world works.

So with that set let’s (finally) begin!

Steps 1 and 2 are already done. We’ve read the manga and want to prove that Hawks is a bird. (We’re going to try and prove he IS a bird because in the context of the series there’s a lot that *isn’t* a bird and less stuff that *is* which will make our job easier.) So now, we’re onto:

Step 3 - collect data and see what conclusions we can get just from our evidence.

Now, to pause again (I know, bear with me!) there’s a few different kinds of information and considerations we have to keep in mind as we collect. There are four kinds of information that are important to know about in order to determine if it’s good data that will help us with the testing phase in Step 4. The kinds of information to keep in mind are:

Explicit information - this is information that is directly spelled out for us. For example, Hawks says, “I like my coffee sweet.” and his character sheet says “Hawk’s favorite food is chicken.” That’s all there is to it, and it’s pretty hard to argue with. This is the easiest type of info to find.

Implicit information - this is info that isn’t directly spelled out but is noticeable either in the background or as actions, patterns, or behaviors that can be observed. For example, Hawks has mentioned in at least three very different places his concerns over people getting hurt while he tries to get in with the League:

Chapter 191 when confronting Dabi about the Nomu he says, “You said you’d release it in the factory on the coast, not in the middle of the damn city!”

Chapter 191 again in a flashback with the Hero Commission he asks, “What about the people who might be hurt while I’m infiltrating the League?”

Chapter 240 when discovering how much influence and power the League has gained, “If someone had taken down the League sooner, all those good citizens wouldn’t have had to die!”

Hawks never says in so many words, “I never want innocent people to get hurt under any circumstances!” but the pattern of behavior and concern is consistent enough to form a pattern and clue us in that this is a key part of his character to keep in mind.

Peripheral information - this is information that isn’t directly to do with Hawks or maybe even the series as a whole but is still relevant to keep in mind for his character and the questions we’re asking. This may include extra content that isn’t the “series” proper, but is still an official source like interviews with Horikoshi, etc. but it can go even further. For example, while we try to prove that he’s a bird, we should have some knowledge about what makes a bird a bird, some specific and notable birdlike habits/behaviors/features, etc. This is just to show how wide-ranging we need to cast our informational net.

Contextual information - this will be important when we get to Step 4, but it’s good to keep in mind now. This is when we compare evidence against the broader scope of the series and consider the circumstances under which we find the information. For example, if I told you, “Harry kicked a dog.” you might think “What a jerk! What decent person kicks a dog?”; but if I said, “Harry kicked a dog while trying to keep it from biting his kid.” suddenly it re-frames the story. “Is the kid ok? Why was that dog attacking? Harry put himself in danger to keep his kid safe - what a great dad!”

I’ll go chronologically to make it easier to follow my evidence as I gather and give references as to where I found that information. I’ll go through the manga first, and then any peripheral sources that are either direct informational companions to the series (like character books or bonus character information sheets) and interviews with Horikoshi. Please note the categories these details fall into may vary based on opinion/interpretation, but I did my best to list them out for reference.

Chapter 185 - Explicit Type: Feathered wings - regardless of the specifics of his quirk it’s undeniable his wings are made up of feathers which is a distinctly birdlike quality. There are many mythical creatures and even dinosaurs that also have feathered wings, but this is our first big piece of evidence.

Chapter 186 - Peripheral Type: Large appetite - birds have an incredibly fast metabolism because flying takes so much energy. They’re constantly eating. Plenty of young men are big eaters, but it was specifically pointed out and works towards our hypothesis so we’ll keep it in our back pocket for now.

Chapter 186 - Implicit/Peripheral Type: Fantastic vision - Hawks senses the Nomu coming before the audience even is able to make out what’s headed their way. It could be implied his wings caught it first, which might be the case, but he looks directly at the Nomu and brings Endeavor’s attention to it. Birds have fantastic long-range vision, especially birds of prey that mainly swoop in from high in the air to ambush highly perceptive prey. Also good to add to the pile.

Chapter 192 + Volume 20 Cover - Implicit/Peripheral type: Wears jewelry and bright colors - birds are well documented to be drawn to bright colors and are known for decorating their nests with trinkets. Scientists actually have to be careful when tagging birds with tracking bracelets because they can accidentally make him VASTLY more popular with the ladies by giving him a brightly colored band to the point they can’t resist him! Male birds are also known for having bright, colorful displays for attracting and wooing mates. While Hawks isn’t the only male character to wear jewelry in the series, he’s the only one (to my recollection) that wears as MUCH jewelry so often both during and outside of work. It may not be obvious, but the illustration on Volume 20 is actually an advertisement for his line of (presumably) luxury jewelry. In other words, Hawks on some level is synonymous with style and flair to the point he can make money by selling jewelry with his name on it.

Chapter 20 Volume Cover - Explicit Type: Hawk emblem on the watch face - If the name “Hawks” didn’t give it away, he’s very clearly trying to align himself with more avian qualities if his merch has bird motifs. In other words Hawk = “Hero Hawks” and “Hero Hawks” = bird.

Chapter 192, 244, clear file illustration - Peripheral Type: birdlike posture. Chapter 244 isn’t quite released yet on the official site as of writing this, but when Hawks swoops in and beats the kids to the punch apprehending the criminals trying to subdue Endeavor, his hands are clenched in a very talon-like manner similar to a swooping eagle. When walking with Endeavor in 192, he holds his resting hand in a similar fashion. On the clear file illustration he’s not only perched on his tippy toes in a pose that has been famously called “owling” (remember that trend/meme, y’all?) but his wings are slightly outstretched to catch the breeze to keep from falling over which a lot of birds can be seen doing when they don’t have great purchase on a surface in a place that’s a little windy. The fact that he seems to gravitate to high places like birds are often seen doing might also be a noteworthy indication.

Extra sources:

Hawks Shifuku: Horikoshi describes Hawks as a “bird person” and says that his initial design was based off of Takahiro from his old manga.

Takahiro’s design:

Current character design: The banner image on my blog was commissioned from a friend of mine who doesn’t follow the series. When I showed her reference images of Hawks, you know what she said? “Oh! His hair is feathers!” Even his eyebrows have that fluffy/scruffy texture to them that his hair has. The markings on his eyes can also be seen on him as a young child in Chapter 191 which means it isn’t makeup meant to tie in a theme or look. He has those dark, pointed eye markings like many birds do. So on some genetic level he resembles a bird.

Step 4: Testing our hypothesis with the gathered evidence.

There’s already a lot of compelling evidence that already closely aligns him to birds which is promising. However, to really prove our point we should try to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt he is a bird. To do that this time around I’m going to see how the series treats people with animal-based quirks and see if it’s consistent with the way Hawks is portrayed.

You bring up Hound Dog and Tsuyu, and they’re fantastic examples. Let’s start with Hound.

He’s pretty straight forward - he’s like a dog. He has a dog face, has dog-like tendencies, and dog-like abilities. Superpower: dog.

And in Tsuyu’s case - quirk: frog, just frog. She’s stated explicitly to have frog-like features, frog-like tendencies, have frog-like abilities, and even comes from a “froggy family.”

So with these two very explicitly animal-like characters the common theme seems to be “If they’re considered to be like a specific animal, they have to physically resemble that animal, act like that animal at times, and have abilities like that animal.” Let’s see if another animal-quirk character matches up and then put Hawks to the test.

Spinner’s quirk is Gecko. Based on our criteria, is he a gecko?

Does he look like a gecko, even vaguely?

Yes, he’s covered head to toe in scales, and his face is very lizard-like.

Does he occasionally act like a gecko?

Unclear. We haven’t really seen any evidence of this, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t. For the sake of our argument, we’ll just say no and move on.

Does he have gecko-like abilities?

Yes! Though most of his abilities are limited to things like being able to stick to walls, it’s still gecko-like in origin and qualifies.

Spinner hits clearly hits ⅔ criteria and our standards seem pretty consistent, so let’s see how Hawks stands up.

Does he look like a bird?

Not all of his features may explicitly scream “avian” at first, but upon closer observation and with his clear previous inspiration this is a resounding yes.

Does he act like a bird?

Many of the mannerisms and behaviors he displays can just be chalked up to him being a little eccentric, but with the sheer number of them that also parallel birds in some way this is also a pretty convincing yes.

Does he have bird-like abilities?

While most of the emphasis is on his wings and what they can do, it does seem that he not only possesses things like heightened senses which could be attributed to avian abilities but he also very much possess high intelligence and incredibly fast reaction times which birds are also known for.

Even if we only gave Hawks a “maybe/half a point” for those last two, he still meets the 2⁄3 that Spinner did. So we have another question to ask: Does a character have to have an explicitly named “animal” quirk to be considered to be/resemble a specific animal? Let’s look at Ojirou and Tokoyami for reference.

Ojirou’s quirk is just “tail,” but he’s been described by his peers and classmates as a monkey and does seem to share some more monkey-like features. It isn’t lumped in with his quirk because the only notable monkey-like quality he possesses is a tail. He doesn’t have fangs or an opposable toe - he just has a tail. For quirk classification as far as hero work goes, that’s the only important thing to note.

Tokoyami, on the other hand has an entire literal bird head, but nothing else. He has a beak, feathers, and even in illustrations of him as a baby he had fluffier feathers on his head. Even with only those details, he just screams “bird!” However, his quirk is classified as “Dark Shadow” because that’s what sets him apart for hero work.

Back at Hawks we see his quirk classified as “fierce wings” but like Ojirou and especially like Tokoyami, the emphasis on his wings is what sets his abilities as a hero apart. Otherwise, he’s just a guy who looks and acts a LOT like a bird.

But astute observers may have noticed I’ve left out a detail that’s more or less a nail in the coffin on the whole matter, so let me ask a question: Tsuyu in particular has something else of note that solidifies in our minds that she is, indeed, a frog - she explicitly calls herself a frog. Could we say the same about Hawks?

Chapter 199 - Explicit Type

Bingo. Hawks has known himself for as long as he’s been alive. He knows his habits, his impulses, his family/genes, and so on. If he calls himself a bird, are we going to call him a liar? In fact, he calls himself a bird not once, but twice!

That’s pretty much it. With the evidence stacked to that degree, I’d be hard pressed to NOT believe he’s a bird.

That was a long amount of text to get through, so if you’re here at the end thank you for sticking out with me to this point. I really appreciate it. This is more or less the process I use when analyzing anything and everything whether it be HeroAca related or not. Maybe it’ll help you if you’ve struggled with literary analysis, or at the very least I hope you got some enjoyment out of it.

TL;DR If Hawks looks like a bird, walks (acts) like a bird, is based on a bird (character), and calls himself a bird, he’s probably a bird.

#hawks bnha #bnha hawks #hawks #hawks mha #mha hawks #she writes #let's talk hawks #bnha meta #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #manga spoilers

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imlostinsantacarla · 5 years

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How do the gang (individually) react to a SO who's affectionate and supportive

heya hun! i’m so glad you’ve requested this, it was fun to write. i added tim and curly too bc they deserve some love also. i hope that you like what i came up with! - admin kat 🌙❣

HOW THE GANG REACT TO HAVING A S/O WHO’S AFFECTIONATE AND SUPPORTIVE:

Darry: doesn’t always seem like it but he doesn’t ever take your affection and support for granted, although he may come across as cold. he’s a tad bit overwhelmed when he comes home and you plaster yourself to him like glue, he can even appear irritated but he knows that you’re just showing you love him in the only way you know best. he just wishes that you’d give him a minute to get through the door and shower first before you latch onto him. nevertheless, darry is genuinely over the moon when you support him, his brothers and the gang. his hearts wells up like the grinch when he finds the meaning of christmas! it’s in the little things like when you patch steve and soda up after they’ve gotten into a fight with soc’s. helping ponyboy and johnnycake study on the living room floor. talking dal out of some real dumb shit. even by sitting at the kitchen table with him and sifting through all the bills. he turns into the biggest sucker ever when you do this stuff. all the little things you do never get’s overlooked by him. it definitely helps ease his stress knowing that his partner supports him no matter what.

Sodapop: genuinely loves you even more for both of these endearing qualities, if that’s even logically possible??? he loves that your affection and attention is on him 25/7 and when you give it to him... boii is like !!!!!!!!!!!!!! he just knows you love him so much and he’s so excited by it. your support really reinforces it all the more if i’m honest. soda actually balled once about you supporting him bc he opened up to you about a dream of his which was to open up an auto repair shop with steve and you were like “cool stuff man let’s do this!”. and he was believing you’d knock his head in like dar would, but he just was star struck with you. steve had to calm his ass tf down bc soda’s a gREASER AND GREASERS DON’T CRY IDK WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!!! but yeah, he thinks he’s so dumb and stuff, but to have you support him and lift him up makes him unbelievably happy. 11/10 a happy boiii.

Ponyboy: totally gets all blushy when you get affectionate with him in front of others (namely the gang) bc they tease tf out of him. those boys never let him live shit down like that. it only makes you pinch his cheeks and wiggle his face in your hands and that’s when two-bit can’t stop laughing and has to tell the others. he’s a bit sour afterwards but there’s no hard feelings. boii is s o f t as hell for you and loves your affection and support. you never fail to brighten his day tbh. he wants your attention on him 25/8 like soda and becomes a pouty baby when you don’t give him it. and your support? *chef kiss* makes his whole world better bc despite the fact he’s not tough and all, but more sensitive, you’re there for him through it all. did i mention he get’s butterflies and his heart gallops- pls don’t shoot me it had to be said!

Steve: loves it even when he says he hates it. steve loves your hugs, kisses, the way you play with his hair when you cuddle, you name it. just not when the guys are around. gotta keep up the greaser image *finger guns*. you tend to show up at his work with lunch and he’s got complete heart eyes bc you’re all over him. there’s no way in hell soda lets him live that ish down lmaoo. you support him more emotionally and mentally though, which he’s so grateful for because things with his old man can get pretty bad at times and he needs someone like you to bring his big butt down to earth when he’s all high on anger and frustration. like, he’s super hurt when it comes to his dad, so he’ll be ranting and raving up a storm and you’re listening but bleary eyed bc he woke your ass up as 3 in the gODDAMN MORNING and he’s talking about how his life is so shit and you come out with “well i’m not going anywhere but if you don’t get into my bed and let me sleep i’m gonna beat your ass with my pillow”. he’s stunned? bc first of all, you’re a freaking pip squeak compared to him who can’t even hurt a fly, but there’s another part of him that’s taken aback bc you’ve literally opened up your world and door to him for anytime. would 10/10 recommend this joyful boi.

Two-bit: honestly, can’t seem to get enough of you, particularly your affection, but namely your support. it’s kinda a tie can’t you see?? he’s not even annoyed or abashed when you go heavy on the affection, even in front of the guys, if anything, he’s gloating about it and hanging off of you just as much, if not more! if anyone teases you guys or makes a comment he’s got some snazzy comeback, two’s riddled with them. i swear they fall from his mouth like casual small talk. kinda starts fist fights with steve a lot when he does bc our stevie-boi is a bit sensitive. he literally somehow falls in love with you even more bc you’re supporting him positively to cut down on his drinking, get on with his school work a little more, etc. like how can he possibly deserve this literal angel that is you? he probably cries when you’re not looking. i’m not even kidding. probs just bursts into tears and pony and johnny are like you ok mannn???

Johnny: blushes the most out of everyone when you give him affection, especially when anyone’s around. he’s such a happy smol bean and he just loves you with his whole heart and universe like omg! your support means the world to him, he’d cry and be so messed up without you. but you still make him cry nonetheless. but they’re happy tears, i promise!! like he’s so astounded bc you let him stay at your’s bc your parent’s understand the situation and let him come round whenever he wants. you make sure he’s well fed and get’s a good amount of sleep in a place that’s not the lot? you complete him. you make him see that he’s more than just some kid with a bad home in a bad neighborhood... he can be anything and anyone as long as you’re by his side. the little butterflies he get’s when he sees you- !!!

Dallas: not so happy about the affection part in front of others (unless he’s jealous and wants to prove to everyone you’re his) just bc it’s uncomfy for him and he ain’t used to it. but that’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy having you all over him! bc if it was up to him he’d have you all over him every second of every day if he could. ;) in private though he’ll gripe about how mushy you are, reluctantly leaning into your embrace or letting you kiss him. like you’ll want to cuddle or hold his hand and he’ll eventually relent, muttering about broads and stuff. he only makes it seem like he hates it but he actually loves it to pieces. and when you play with his hair??? mmmmmmmm boi is putty in your hands. but seriously, your support means a lot to dal, it shows that you’re loyal to him and if you’re loyal to him he’s loyal to you. like the way you show up at the cooler to visit him brings such a huge smile to his face. no broads done that for him before. treat dally with care bc this boii is sensitive. 12/10 a happy duck.

Tim: kinda iffy about the affection. he’s a tough son of a gun and can’t have everyone knowing he’s got a partner that hangs onto him like a fly does to honey. he loves it though, really, especially when people are looking at you in interest, it serves a purpose then. he’s also in love with when you do it to freak out curly. it honestly made him cry of laughter once bc curly was about to yack in a garbage can. fun times man... fun times. anyway... your support is super wonderful for him. you visit him in the cooler a lot when he goes in, which he didn’t expect bc most people he’s dated never did that or were too mad to even show up. but here you are. you also take care of curly and angela like your own, opening up your door to them and him. he’s got a soft spot for you okay? it’s especially so bc his home life is so bad with his step dad and mum chucking things left right and center, then everyone else joining on in. it’s a tiring place. if he looks back... he doesn’t know how in the hell he survived without you before you came along and wouldn’t know how to go on without you by his side to help. but tell no one that okay? s o f t b o i v i b e s

Curly: mad happy like. until someone fucking mentions it that is. then he’s all talk and trying to get you off him. you roll your eyes bc curly’s really more talk than action and most people know it. but nevertheless, he wants everyone to know you’re his so loves it when you hang onto him like a vice. he’s not really had much affection in his life, so it’s new but he can’t seem to get enough of it. deffo a happy puppy when he gets the affection and attention. and curly’s not all that smart either, but having your support helps him to see that he just see’s things differently from other people and that school isn’t everything. and that’s okay tbh. however, you don’t support his bad behavior but you also know that you can’t change him unless he wants to change himself. he’s only just starting to get these boundaries, just give him a chance. loves your cuddles bc he can fall asleep and he always has a tough time falling asleep bc he doesn’t feel like he can trust anyone other than his brother and sister. and now he’s got you. thank god! literally the sweetest chick ever

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i-am-amy-amy-is-me · 4 years

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Ok so I read your last fic and now i'm kind of head over heals for your writing style and had a question (that I guess it similar to another request I dunno you can ignore it if you want.) and a request. do you have any headcannons for the DA and Damien like friendship or relationship or whatever. Second could I possibly request a song fic with one of the markiplier egos and either of these songs (sunkissed by khai dreams, The highway man by loreena Mckennit) Sorry the songs aren't well known.

-holy shit I get asks now-

I apologise for not answering earlier, I’ve been procrastinating busy lately. Thank you for the compliment, it means a lot! I hope you enjoy this. First will come the headcanons, then the fic (with Bing, I decided) under the read more.

DA + Damien headcannons

- DA and Damien are super close. Like, SUPER close. Not romantically involved, just really close friends

- Genuinely can’t remember a time in their life when they didn’t have each other

- Total workaholics

- But can and will throw the party of the century

- Damien is shy, but the second you become good friends (or get him drunk), he practically turns into a puppy

- He’s super excitable. Like, extremely excitable.

- DA is a genius at poker. Will get you to gamble your clothes off your back.

- Might give them back at the end of the night. Probably not though.

-DA is super scatterbrained and goes into hyperfocus a lot, still manages to be one of the greatest attorneys of the region.

- Super cuddly, those two

- Damien says mayhaps a lot

- They enjoy gossiping? Like, you’d never expect it, but after a long day, they’ll just VENT about the idiotic people the two of them met at their job.

- Damien has fallen asleep at his desk, staying up late, trying to do “just a few more papers”.

- DA hates when that happens

- If given the opportunity, would live together or room in the other’s appartment.

- Don’t mind sharing a bed, because again, cuddly bitches.

- Both love their jobs, but also find it extremely tiring.

- To relax, DA takes a bubble bath, Damien reads a bad romcom with fruity red wine.

- DA hates winter, but loves the aesthetic

- Both somehow manage to be organized? Maybe not in the typical way, but you ask them for something in their office and they’ll find it under thirty seconds, even though you can’t see the floor anymore??

“Welcome to Markiplier Manor. We are honored to be able to employ you as a counseling aid.”

“Emotional support human.”

“Wilford, they’re not-”

“Emotional support human.”

The man you had come to know as ‘Dark’ sighed, knowing this was an argument he wouldn’t be able to win. “Anyways, your basic responsibilities will be…”

That seemed like so long ago.

Well, it was.

Taking care of the relationships between the egos, trying to keep harmony in a place that only spoke chaos, was a full time job, and it was treated as such.

Good paycheque, living quarters inside the mansion (in case something happened, which was pretty often), and paid water, heating, groceries, etc. This could be considered a pretty good deal. Just to take care of a few overgrown man-babies? Sure!

“Diva what are yo- DIVA” you ran to the hellhound, snatching whatever she held in her mouth. “Is that.. WILFORD!”

“Whaaaaat?” he whined, taken out of the Agatha Christie novel he was reading.

“Diva can’t eat chocolate! You know this!”

“Sorry”

Third time an incident like this had happened this week.

As I said, pretty good deal.

You pat Diva on the head, ignoring the puppy eyes she gave you, trying to get the chocolate back. She walked away when she realized you wouldn’t be giving it back, jumping out the door to go chase some poor forest critter.

You sighed, dropping the drool-covered bar in the garbage, heading to the Googles’ room. Your socked feet thumped lightly on the dark hardwood floor, an even rhythm in the mayhem this house held.

You sent smiles to all the people you passed, gladly waving as some of them smiled back.

Suddenly you hear a soft music, a cute joyful melody coming out of one of the nearer rooms. Bing’s, possibly?

So slowly a sunlit dream pulls me out of sleep /Feel the morning through the blinds /I get to thinking ‘bout your sunkissed face /And a quiet place where I could give you all my time /

You thought it was the original, but as you walked closer, it became clear Bing was actually the one singing.

You know I wanna be your rock, my love /You know I wanna be your light /In darkness how you find me just in time /To tell me what I needed to hear /

His happy tone brought an elated grin to your face, his happy self always a pleasure to see amid the murderous bunch.

So if you don’t know what you need /You can leave it all to me /Don’t want you worried bout a thing /I know you’d do the same for me /

You quietly walk into the room, the slightly ajar door letting you know he was open to visitors.

Cuz’ you’re so lovely /You’re so lovely I can’t help but fall for you, love /When you love me It’s so lovely loving you /So lovely loving you /

Sitting over the soft mattress, he stops abruptly, scared by your sudden appearance. “Keep going.” you whispered, barely loud enough for his sensors to pick up, but nonetheless he started up again, his face beaming at the captivated look on your face.

So softly a tender breeze brush against my knees on a summer afternoon /I get to thinking bout’ the hazy days under august shade that i used to spend with you /I didn’t realize it was all I wanted, what I had /My riddled heart I had to cradle back together just to see /It’s all like magic to me /You do magic baby /

He fell backwards into his unmade bed, grasping your arm and making you fall with him. Your quiet hiccups of laughter dissipating through the rays of sun that shone in the window.

When you love me /You’re so lovely /I can’t help but fall for you, love /When you love me /It’s so lovely loving you /So lovely loving you /

His speakers lowering their volume, becoming merely some background noise. He wrapped his arms around you as the controllable blinds closed, and the lights shut down.

So slowly a sunlit dream pulls me out of sleep /Feel the morning through the blinds /I turn my head to meet your sunkissed face /In this quite place /I can give you all my time /

“Take a nap with me?”

You laughed. “Sure.”

“Have a good nap.”

“You too, Bee”

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sweet-steddie · 5 years

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New Beginnings (e.d. & g.d.)

Summary: @slovakdolan sent in a request 50 million years ago that I finally filled! The request was for the main character to get into an argument with her parents and then seek out the Dolans for comfort. As you know, this took me forever and a day to write, so I hope it isn’t hot garbage!

A/N: Here we are at imagine #8! I’m so beyond thankful that people are continuing to read my works, leave feedback AND send in requests! That is every writer’s dream! I will continue to post my work and, hopefully, people will continue to find it somewhat entertaining lol. Enjoy! It’s short, but sweet.

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The music in my earbuds is uncomfortably loud; the yelling that I’m trying to drown out is louder. I have tunnel vision as I march toward the front door, bulging overnight bag secured in my viselike grip. I can make out every other vile word being hurled at me as I hurry through the entryway of my family home.

I had seemingly been skating on thin ice with my parents since last week, when they caught a glimpse of the elaborate ink decorating my inner arm over dinner. I had been gesturing grandly in the midst of a story that I was telling them when I flailed my arms just enough for them to catch sight of my newest tattoo; not that I had been trying to hide it in the first place.

As a new graduate with a BA, I’ve been working tirelessly at my job to save up money and move out. The fiasco that ensued earlier today is one of the many reasons that I can’t wait to leave this place. I reflect upon the day; how heat and sunlight had permeated the air, causing me to opt for shorts and sandals before I went about my daily errands. I had returned home, weighed down with grocery bags, seeing as that I make a point to always contribute to buying things around the house while I live here rent-free.

Just as I was setting the grocery bags down on the kitchen counter, I heard my mother before I saw her. “What is that?” she asked in a clipped tone, followed by my full name when I didn’t answer right away. Evidently, she had been sitting at the kitchen table. Confused, I had set down the last of the bags before turning to face her. My father was seated next to her, apparently.

“What is what, mom?” I had asked, eyebrows furrowed with genuine confusion. Her eyes darted down, piercing my skin like spears. She still hadn’t spoken a word. I attempted to follow her gaze until my eyes met the tattoo on my ankle, prominent in my shorts and sandals. I had sighed defeatedly, knowing that I was in for an earful. And that’s exactly what followed.

The fight - or rather, verbal lashing - that had taken place was a mammoth, to say the least. A lot of “tattoos don’t belong on a lady” and “that looks so unprofessional” and “you’ll never get a job looking like that” and “you’ll never get a man looking like that” and things of the like. I had buttoned my lips as things began to escalate, careful of lashing out at the people who could easily kick me out at a moment’s notice. After approaching the one-hour mark of my parents taking turns using me as a verbal punching bag, I’d finally had enough and silently retreated to my room, where I began throwing whatever I could get my hands on into a duffel bag.

As it currently stands, I’m speeding down the highway with my music blasting, determined to arrive at the only place in the world right now that could bring me peace. In less than 30 minutes, I’m pulling up to a familiar house front, parking in the empty space between a bright blue Porsche and a white Jeep. As I’m approaching the front door, my emotions seem to finally catch up with me and I feel a lump forming in my throat as my vision begins to fog up.

I deliver two sharp, desperate knocks to the front door, foot tapping as my thoughts begin to go haywire. The last few hours of my day come gallivanting back to the forefront of my mind and I feel a passionate rush of equal parts anger and despair. When the door swings open, I watch as Grayson’s expressions spans the spectrum: surprise that I’m here, excitement that I’m on his doorstep, and then worry when he notices the tears spilling down my cheeks.

He’s quick to spring into action, gripping my shoulder and pulling me into his chest without a second thought. I go willingly, accepting the pleasantly crushing weight of his arms that have since slithered around me to keep me close. I bury my nose into the material of his T-shirt, taking in the delicious aroma of his cologne and a tinge of his laundry detergent on each inhale.

He walks us over threshold, kicking the door closed behind us and, blindly, I allow him to steer us in the right direction. Eventually, the backs of my knees come in contact with the plush cushions of a couch and I fall back onto it, Grayson at my side. When we both settle into the couch, I allow myself to slightly disentangle myself from Grayson’s body; enough so that I can look up pitifully into his eyes. I sniffle, lower lip wobbling as another tear begins it’s descent down my cheek. Grayson’s thumb easily swipes underneath my eye, stopping the tear in its tracks, before doing the same under my other eye.

Wrinkles of worry crease his forehead as he peers down at me, warm, brown eyes searching my face for an answer to the question that’s soon to leave his parted lips. “What happened?” he all but whispers, now cupping my face with two large hands, handling me like I’m made of glass.

“Grayson,” I whimper out before anything else and he caresses my face with both thumbs, murmuring a soft shh, it’s okay, you’re okay before I take a deep breath and continue on, “I can’t live at home anymore. My parents are driving me up the fucking wall.” Grayson nods his understanding, waiting patiently for me to go on.

“I’m an adult and I can do whatever I want with my body. I can fill my skin from head to toe with tattoos if I want. I work so hard, Grayson. I work so hard so that I can set aside money to do things that make me happy and I help out so much around the house and I pull my weight financially and it’s just never enough,” at this point, I dissolve back into tears, heaving shuddering breaths as Grayson works, once again, to calm me down. I distantly realize that I haven’t given him much context to work with as far as my adamance about the tattoos, but he seems to go along with it anyway.

“Baby,” Grayson coos, eyes shining with sympathy as his thumbs continue to act as windshield wipers for my tears, “breathe, ok? I know you’re upset, but I need you to breathe. Can you do that for me? C’mon, in,” he takes in a deep breath to demonstrate and holds it until I copy his actions, “out,” he breathes out on a heavy exhale and I do the same. We do this together a few more times before my head finally stops reeling and I tell Grayson as much.

“Thanks, Gray,” I lean in and steal a quick kiss off of his sweet lips, which he readily reciprocates three or four times over before I hear footsteps entering the room. I look up just in time to see Ethan approaching the couch, eyes darting carefully over the scene in front of him as his eyebrows furrow.

“What’s the matter, sugar?” he pleads, using the nickname reserved for our softest moments with each other. “Lemme see her, Gray,” he adds as he sits down on the other side of the couch, pulling me gently from Grayson’s grasp and into his own. He runs his hands up and down my back as he kisses my forehead, warm, pillowy lips pressing to the skin over and over again as he gives me time to collect myself.

“I can’t stand it, E. I can’t live at that house anymore with those people,” I blubber quietly and he shushes me as I begin to work myself up again. He presses his forehead to mine.

“Look at me, sweetness,” he goads gently, causing me to slowly reopen my eyes. In this intimate position, I can almost count all of his eyelashes and catch each speckle of light dancing around his irises. Being this close to him, I feel almost physically attached, like we’re part of each other, and this calms me down considerably.

“It’s gonna be ok. I wouldn’t tell you that if I didn’t believe it,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose with mine a few times before continuing. “There’s more than enough room here, with us,” he references Grayson and I feel the boy in question grab my hand and give it a supportive squeeze. “Come live here. It’s better like this anyway; we need each other,” Ethan proposes softly, sneaking in a little kiss to sweeten the deal while he awaits my answer.

I pull him back in for another, running my fingers through his carefully styled curls before pulling away. I don’t even realize how relieved I am at Ethan’s offer until I sigh out, body physically deflating as I all but fall into his chest. He combs his fingers through my hair comfortingly, squeezing me tight. He chuckles a little as he sways us for a moment. “Is that a yes?” he asks, already well aware of my answer.

“Mmhm,” I affirm against his chest and he pulls me, if possible, even closer to his firm chest and I feel the cool metal of his paper clip necklace pressing comfortingly against my cheek.

“Hey, E,” Grayson asks over my head and I can hear the playful lilt in his voice. I feel Ethan nod, encouraging Grayson to continue. “We get to see our girl every morning and every night before bed. We’re so lucky,” he gushes and, even though I can’t see him, I can hear the smile that he surely has plastered across his gorgeous, pink lips. His words send my heart soaring, as usual. I lift my head from Ethan’s chest, using my hands to swipe away any remaining moisture from under my eyes and smile my first genuine smile in what feels like months.

“I don’t even know how to properly thank you and repay you guys for this,” I begin, searching for the right words to convey my utter jubilation and coming up short.

“You can repay us by keeping us company. Keep saving your money from work in case you wanna move out, although Ethan and I would be fine if you lived here forever,” Grayson pauses for emphasis and I giggle out of flattery. “Don’t worry about rent. Let us take care of you,” he insists and my heart clenches in the best way possible. My smile has at least quadrupled in size in the past few minutes.

“Okay,” I agree quietly and Grayson is quick to pull me away from Ethan while his grip is lax, setting me down on his lap so that I’m straddling him, feet crossed behind his toned lower back. He rests his hands low on my waist, smirking as he bumps noses with me, similar to what Ethan had done earlier.

“‘Atta girl,” he says lowly, praising me for accepting the offer. It’s clear to me in this moment that I’m gonna have to get used to my brain turning to mush and my heart beating out of my chest and my stomach erupting with butterflies on a regular basis. I guess that’s just what it means to live with the Dolan brothers.

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