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nocturnalrat · 10 months

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Hear me out…

1610! Miles comforting reader after she get jealous because of how much he’s been around Gwen and he’s just touching and kissing her in all the right places and makes sure that reader knows that he loves her and only her 🙈💕

Thank you for the great prompt! I had lots of fun writing this. :p <3

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It was truly infuriating.

You hadn’t seen each other in a week due to school work keeping you busy, and there had been a surge of criminal activities in New York, which is why Miles had been occupied most of the time as well.

And now, when the two of you were finally able to hang out again, he kept talking about someone else entirely.

You were lying on the bunk bed in his dorm room, listening to him ramble on about the adventures he had lived through last week.

“You should have been there, the way Gwen incapacitated the guy was like something out of a movie.” He gesticulated frantically with his hands as he vividly described last night’s care chase.

"That sounds really fascinating," you grumbled.

After hearing your unfazed (and slightly sarcastic) tone, he looked up from his chair. "You don't sound very impressed, though."

How could you have told him that his constant stories and songs of praise about Gwen were starting to annoy the heck out of you?

Jealousy was an ugly emotion. To confess to it was shameful, exposing; you wanted to be the easy-going, cool and confident kind of girlfriend, but Miles was making it really hard for you to not seethe with anger and discontent.

"Everything okay?" he asked, and you avoided his gaze. Lying was easier when you didn’t look him into his eyes. They always were too honest and seemed to notice too much.

"Sure," you said.

He saw through your charade immediately, and climbed onto the bunk bed to be closer to you. "There's something bothering you. I can tell."

"You can't tell shit," you said before you could stop yourself. There was anger in the pits of your stomach threatening to take over.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Yes.

"No."

"Then why are you frowning like that? It looks like you’re ready to kill someone. It better not be me."

Fuck. Were you really scowling that obviously?

"You and Gwen get along great, huh?”

"We certainly do." He tilted his head. You recognized that look on his face – it was the same one he had when struggling to solve complicated math problems. "Why’d you bring her up?"

"Why do you keep bringing her up?" you snarled. "We weren’t able to have a single conversation in the last few weeks without you mentioning her a dozen times. Not to mention the fact that you spend way more time with her than you do with your actual girlfriend.”

Shoot. Now you had done it; you had shown weakness.

Miles stared at you incredulously. "Wait a minute - are you jealous?"

You crossed your arms and looked pointedly at the ceiling.

"Absolutely not."

"Nuh-huh. That's why you're pouting." He grinned, and his lighthearted reaction only intensified the nauseating feeling of jealousy. "You know, part of me wishes you could come with us when we're patrolling, just so you could witness how much I talk about you when I'm with Gwen. But the other part of me is terrified of you being with us, as it would be incredibly dangerous for a civilian.”

"Yeah." Biting sarcasm. "I'm sure that's what you talk to her about."

"It is!" He scrambled over to you and leaned in close. "You don't have the faintest idea how important you are to me, do you?

"Can’t be that important, judging by your behavior.”

"Not that important!" he repeated indignantly. "I think about you all the time. How you're doing, what you're doing, if you need anything - always. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last thing when I go to sleep!"

"Well, you sure as hell don’t act like it,” you mumbled.

“What do I have to do to make you believe me?” He brushed an unruly strand of hair from your forehead, and the gentleness of his touch loosened the knot in your stomach the jealousy had caused. You had only recently started dating, so every little touch of his felt all the more exciting.

You looked at him, and his wide eyes were filled with worry.

“Do you guys have to hang out so much?” you asked reluctantly. “How would you feel if I suddenly spent all of my time with an attractive guy who was single?”

He furrowed his brows. “Well, I wouldn’t be thrilled,” he began slowly. Then he shook his head. “Okay, scratch that, I’d be really pissed.”

You almost laughed. He was just like you.

“Then you know exactly how I feel.”

He kissed the corner of your mouth. "You really have no idea, do you?"

The almost-kiss had distracted you, and it took a moment for you to reply. “No idea about what?” you asked, a little breathless.

"About the things I'd do to make you happy." With a tender gesture, he took your face in his hand and caressed your cheek. "I love you more than anything in this world." The kiss that followed made any doubt you had disappear in an instant. He was telling the truth, that much was evident. “Next time, you can just straight up tell me what’s bothering you. Although I have to say, I kind of like it when you’re acting all jealous and cute.”

“Fuck off,” you said, but it was with a smile. You playfully tried to push him off of you, but he buried his face in your neck.

He was stronger than you, and his weight was pressing against you in a way that made it impossible for you to escape. Not that you wanted to - not when his lips had found your neck and left a sensation so new and good that you couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment.

“I love you,” he said, His voice was so full of affection that it warmed your heart. “Only you. Always you. I won’t be patrolling with her as much in the future, I promise.”

At times, you wondered how someone as great as him had ended up with someone like you. The room was bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. His eyes shimmered with an amber-like hue; the smile that graced his face was a breathtaking image.

He appeared radiant in the sunlight, and in his presence, you felt a profound sense of peace and trust overcome you.

#miles morales x reader #miles x y/n #1610 miles is the cutest i love him so much <3 <3 <3 #miles morales x y/n #miles x reader

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neoarchipelago · 1 year

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And they were Roommates (part 6)

A/n: ok here's a little warning. First from now on i'll take a bit longer to publish because ... work. It's also slightly shorter than usual

second i've realised that i had completely forgotten that Keller is the last name of the character Alex. So i do want to underline that it is not in fact alex Keller.

third, thank you so much for the love you have given to this story, it warms my heart. I hadn't written in a long time and i was afraid to post anything. I'm really happy that you guys like it.

Fourth, thank you so much for the little ideas you send me, they're very helpful. I apologise if I fon't translate the full idea into the story but i try to add any little thing you send my way.

fifth, you are entirely allowed to fucking hate me.

Warnings: as usual, cursing, violence, mentions of death.

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"(Y/N)".

You smirked.

"Yes?" You questioned, glancing back as you sat at the counter in the kitchen.

"What time is it?" He asked from the couch.

"It's 7pm" you answered.

You smiled down at your computer. (Y/N). You had heard him say your name more than a couple dozen times today. Since you both told each other your real names, he had seemed to chant it non-stop. At any little question or situation.

"Y/N."

You rolled your eyes.

"Yes Simon?" You chanted sweetly.

A few seconds ticked before he answered.

"I have to tell you something." He answered, tone serious.

You paused your current activity to turn in your seat towards him. He was looking back at you.

"I have a Mission scheduled." He warned.

"Oh. Alright." You answered cautiously.

"I won't be here for a while." He announced.

"For… a while?" You frowned. "How long?"

"Around 2 months."

You swallowed, looking away. You didn't exactly know how to react. Obviously he had missions. You found yourself in a mix of sadness, worry and frustration.

"Y/N."

You looked up at him. By the look in his eyes, you felt like he was going to ask if you were ok. And you didn't want to answer that.

"Why do you keep calling my name?" You asked.

He remained silent. You stood up walking to the couch letting yourself fall next to him. He closed the file on his lap, red letters stamped on it.

"Simon ?" You pushed.

"I don't." He defended.

"Simon." You scolded kindly.

He groaned, looking away.

"How will you know if I'm addressing myself to you?" He debated.

"We literally are the only two people here." You chuckled. He ignored it.

You sighed, shrugging. You turned to the TV letting yourself enjoy the time you could spend with him. The tv played with whatever show was on as you started to think about something to order for dinner, too tired to cook.

"I like it."

You blinked.

"Hm?" You questioned, turning to him.

He raised his hand, turning your head so you looked at the tv instead.

"I said. I like your name."

"Oh. Really? It's nothing extraordinary though." You said blushing a bit.

"I was curious. After a few weeks. About your name."

You tried turning your head to him but he repeated his move, groaning annoyingly.

"It's… delicate…" he praised.

You felt your heart rate quicken. He.. liked your name.

"So… you like how it sounds?" You asked.

"Pretty much." He said matter of factly.

"Alright." You nodded.

"I like… that it's your name."

You turned your attention back to the TV, your mind unable to process anything after what he had just told you.

"I.." you started after a long minute.

"I like when you say it…" you said in a low voice.

The rest of the evening was spent very calmly. As per contrast to the rest of the week.

You sighed, grabbing your things to head out. Simon had been spending more and more time at the base. He had been preparing with the squad, preparing gear, tactics and training harder.

You could feel it. He had progressively grown colder. The ghost taking its rightful place, ready to hunt its target. You could feel him being careful around you, his mood had a drastic change and it seemed he tried to keep you away.

You tried to give him the space he needed. But you grew more and more worried and sad as the days passed.

You walked out of the door, walking down the apartment complex.

You stopped and cursed as soon as you walked outside.

"Hey Sparrow! Ready?"

"Soap. What are you doing here?" You asked, obviously already aware of the answer.

"Price asked me to come pick you up on the way to the base." The sergeant answered with a smile.

You rolled your eyes. Walking to him he opened the passenger seat for you. You thanked him, sitting and buckling your seatbelt. You watched the man skip to his side and get in. As you started driving to the base you asked.

"How is he this morning?" You asked.

"Well. Murderous." He smirked. "He's been training with some recruits coming along on the mission this morning and I think he's making them regret ever enlisting." He laughed.

You sighed. His mood had been becoming more and more sour. Not necessarily because he didn't want this mission, but mostly because he was entirely focusing on his target. The thought made a shiver down your spine.

"I don't think I'll be of help this time." You said.

Price had been asking you to come by the training sessions or after meetings to try and soothe his moods, but the closer the day of departure arrived the harder it became.

"Ah, don't worry. We're used to it. He's not entirely bad. As soon as he'll be in the field, he'll be the LT we're used to." He said. "We, the squad. I don't think you've seen him like that. But not sure… he wants you to." He said with a smile your way.

You bit your lip. Did you want to see him like that? A part of you did want. Another felt anxious at the thought.

The rest of the ride was spent in small talk. The closer you got to the base the more you could feel your body fall into a stressful state.

When soap parked in front of the training grounds, you walked out before entering the warehouse, the first thing you heard was the sound of people talking. The place had been rearranged as a training ground. Various dummies, people sparing at each other on mattresses.

Soap dragged you towards the rest of the squad a bit further from the rest.

"Here's our little bird." Price smiled.

You sighed but threw him a weak smile. You turned your head to the closest training mat. A breath caught in your throat. He saw fighting. With a man that surprisingly was a bit taller than him, also wearing a mask, though much looser. You watched the punches and kicks being thrown. They weren't holding back. Suddenly Ghost body slammed his opponent to the ground, the sound echoing. You flinched. That must have hurt.

"Don't worry, sparrow. They're used to it." Price tried to reassure you.

"Sure… if you say so. He seems to be fully into it." You commented.

"He is."

"I don't understand captain. Soap said it's usual for him to behave like this before a mission. Why do you want me to show up everyday?" You asked, turning to him.

He put a hand on your shoulder, walking you a few steps away from the rest of the squad.

"This time is a bit different. He seems. Frustrated."

"I don't think my presence helps."

"It does a bit. Though I know it's getting harder for you to deal with his mood. Today especially. The departures date was moved. We leave in 48h." He said with a sorry look.

You took a moment to process the information.

"It's not hard to deal with it. I'm just sensing it's being more and more useless. He's getting frustrated at me." You answered honestly.

"I don't want you two to fight. You don't have to go see him."

"I'll try. One last time." You replied with a soft smile.

He nodded. You turned back to Ghost. The fight was over, his opponent walked away, slightly limping and rubbing the back of his neck. You walked towards him.

"You ok?" You asked lowly.

"Ah, ja, I'm ok!" He answered the taint of accent on his words.

You smiled, continuing your path towards the man readjusting his gloves.

"Hey."

He stiffened, looking back at you.

"Why are you here?"

Ouch. You smirked at him.

"Price asked me to come check something for your mission." You lied.

He nodded. His chest heaved, his breath had quickened from the physical exercise though he didn't seem out of breath.

"Will you be home for dinner?" You asked.

"I don't know." He answered in a cold tone.

You could hear, Price started to walk up to you too very slowly.

"I can keep a plate for you if-"

"Sparrow. I'M BUSY." He barked, the sound echoing. A dreadful silence stood in the whole place. Everyone had stopped talking.

You flinched. Not enough for the others to see but he had noticed. The sound of small talk started again, probably under Price's glare.

"I'm sorry Ghost." You tried. Standing your ground hands behind your back.

"Lieutenant." He corrected coldly.

Price had finally reached the both of you.

"Fine." You spat back, the staring match now showing off both of your frustrations.

"Do you need anymore help captain?" You asked, not dropping your gaze from Ghost.

"No sparrow. Thank you and I apologize for-"

"It's fine. If lieutenant Riley wants to be a dickhead that's on him." You said, visibly angry and visibly taunting the man.

You turned around walking to the rest of the squad.

"You good?" Gaz asked.

"I'm perfect. I'll see you guys another time." You said with a smile towards them before exiting the perimeter. You took a deep breath outside. Fuck. What was wrong with him? The behavior had changed so drastically. A week ago, he was chanting your name in every sentence. Now he refused to even say it. He was cold. It was hard to hide the fact it was hurting. You were trying to see his point of view too, but you missed his old self.

You closed your eyes for a second. You had work to get to. So you did.

You had stalled. A lot. It was very late. You didn't need to be at the base. You could have spent the day working from home. Fuck you had finished all your work. Yet it was 9pm. And you were only turning the key in the lock to the apartment now.

You didn't want to fight again. You didn't want to fight before he left. You dropped your things on the ground and fell face first on the couch. The house was silent. Dark. It felt odd. You turned, grabbing a pillow and hugging it. You closed your eyes. Several minutes passed by before you heard his door open. You sat up as he walked into the living room.

You shared a look. He seemed annoyed. His new signature mood.

"What?" You spat.

"Don't." He warned.

"Don't what?" You replied in the same tone.

"Don't be a brat." He said.

You laughed coldly.

"I'm not the one being a brat Simon."

"Lieutenant." He corrected it once more.

You rolled your eyes.

"Why did you pass by the training grounds again?" He asked.

"Because Price asked me to." You answered honestly.

You stood up walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He stopped you halfway, grasping your arm. It wasn't soft but he was still careful not to hurt you.

"Sparrow. Don't come insult me in front of my men." He said in a serious tone.

"I didn't. I came to ask you something. You fucking yelled at me." You answered.

"I have other things to do other than giving you attention." He scolded.

"I didn't ask for attention." You replied, taking your arm back and crossing them over your chest. Fury growing in you.

"Y/N."

"Oh, we're back on a name to name basis?" You asked sarcastically.

He frowned. You were pushing his buttons. Unfortunately for both of you, he was too.

"Sparrow. You and I are not-"

"What? We're not friends?" You asked, interrupting him.

He stood there, silent.

"Is that what you're going to say?" You started now letting your anger finally out.

"Are you going to push me away again? And then leave without saying a word?" You continued your tone slowly rising.

"Are we going to fight until you leave and then you'll come back as if nothing happened? Fuck Simon! It looks like you're doing this on purpose!!" You ended.

And suddenly it hit you. Like a shit ton of bricks.

"You are…" you said in a whisper.

He turned away.

"You are! You're doing it on purpose. You're making us hate each other before you leave on missions." You said, incredulous.

"Y/N stop." He warned in a tone that promised repercussions.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" You asked, stepping closer.

He seemed to think for a minute.

"I'm a soldier. I go out there. I kill and I very possibly… get killed." He explained.

You frowned in confusion. He groaned in annoyance.

"I might not come back." He said abruptly.

"I know that. So what? You think making me hate you is what…? Going to make it… feel ok?" You asked.

He looked straight at you.

"My death isn't something that deserves mourning."

You blinked. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Anger spoke volumes. Actually it moved fast too. You didn't exactly know how you grabbed the pillow from the couch and started hitting him with it.

"SIMON, FUCKING RILEY, DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT AGAIN." You punctuated every word with a hit.

He groaned. You were really hitting his last nerves.

"I care! I fucking care! It's not up to you to decide if I should or not!" You said, this time tears prickling at your eyes.

He noticed. You hit him harder trying to hide it from him. He grabbed the pillow, snatching it from your grip and throwing it somewhere in the room. He grabbed your wrists making you back up against the wall.

"Calm down." He tried, his voice slightly calmer.

"No! Fuck Simon!" You scolded.

You stared at each other.

"Lieutenant Simon ghost Riley, you better come back to me." You whispered.

He didn't say anything. He leant forward, letting the top of his skull mask rest on your forehead and hissed a fuck. Your breaths mixing together.

"If we hate each other. We have nothing to lose in this situation. We shouldn't have…been friends in the first place." He explained in a whisper.

"Do you hate me?" You asked in a whisper too.

His grip on your wrists tightened. He didn't answer.

"If I don't come back. You're going to have to deal with it." He answered coldly.

He let go of your arms, stepping back as you looked at him, eyes wide in shock. He simply turned around. And walked out of the apartment.

You bit your lip closing your eyes. God. He was stubborn. You were hurt once more. Even if you knew he didn't mean it. In his stupid attempt to spare you from being hurt, he ironically hurt you.

You took a deep breath. You wanted to sleep, forget this whole discussion. You wanted to roll into your blankets. So you did, and you let sleep take you.

That morning, you had gotten up with very little motivation. You had realized quite quickly he had not slept home. You tried to go about your day but your mind kept running back to him. Was he really going to leave with saying goodbye?

The hours ticked and the more the realization settled in. He wasn't coming back. You decided to go to the base in the afternoon to drop a report. You had met with the squad, avoiding talking about their lieutenant. You told them goodbye, threatening to go find them if they don't come back. They had announced they were leaving late in the night, the departure being changed again.

You were going to miss them. You had started to get used to their presence. To enjoy their company. They had grown on you.

You walked home pretty late. Feeling devastated by your roommate's behavior. You wanted to see him. Talk to him. Hug him before he left. But it wouldn't happen. The thought making you want to cry.

You walked into your apartment. The silence felt horrible. You dropped your coat over the couch, slowly walking to his bedroom. A shy knock on his door was heard. It was the only thing heard. Nothing. Your hand reached for the doorknob slowly. Turning it, you opened his door. Empty. He wasn't there.

You turned around, feeling the need to go back to your bed. You froze. Your door was open. You frowned, slowly walking into your room. You noticed a bag on your bed. You approached, sitting next to it. You opened it, taking out the soft object inside.

You stared at it. Tears rushing down your cheeks. It was a squish-able round plush. Of the grim reaper. It was black, with a cute skull for a face. You hugged it.

Knock knock knock.

You looked up. Holding the plush, you stood, walking to the door. You opened it.

"Hi! I'm… Sergeant Hansen… I'm your new neighbor… are you ok?"

You stared at the man in front of you.

He wasn't going to say goodbye.

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Goo Kim x Reader: Cookies (feat Gun)

Goo and Gun at the bakery for you

Goo loves you, y'know.

It has sorta become a tradition that when one of you is ill, whatever the ill person want, the ill person gets.

And you're there on your deathbed, head full of cold, with a craving for cookies. Not just any cookies, the ones from that extra special fancy little bakery you just love.

So here Goo waits.

With Gun impatiently by his side, wishing death upon Goo and death upon you because at least he would never be dragged into these mundane bullshit situations again. Why the fuck is he here when there's minors to cripple and hospitalise? Seriously, jesus fucking christ-

"Next!"

Disregarding Gun's grumbles, Goo shuffles forward and rocks excitedly back and forth.

Just one more person to serve, and then it's his turn! Only, Goo checks his watch, 5 minutes until close and there are loads left! Well, not loads loads, but there's more than a dozen. Surely enough for you and for the customer in front-

"I'll take the whole lot, please!"

What the FUCK!

"HEY!" Goo lunges just short of the aforementioned customer, "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"

After paying and receiving her bag of goodies, the little granny with kind eyes amplified by round glasses, smiles up sweetly at Goo.

"I'm so sorry young man. I'm seeing my family today and want to share these with my children and grandchildren. I absolutely love this place and have been raving about it. It's been so long since I've seen them so I thought I would bring a treat. Ever since my husband died-"

Goo stands there agape, seeing red as she rambles on. Who the fuck cares, you just bought all the fucking cookies.

Respect your elders? He swears he will sock that old bitch in the mouth. He hopes she and the rest of her whole family chokes on those delicious cookie crumbs!

"YOU OLD HAG-"

Gun immediately clamps a hand around Goo's idiot mouth and holds him back.

With Goo struggling in his arms, he gives the friendly granny a polite nod as she waddles away with her bag full of baked goods; blissfully ignorant and not knowing how close she was to getting slapped by an irate blonde.

Outside the bakery, the sun is shining, there's a gentle autumn breeze, and the evening is beautiful.

Goo doesn't feel the sun. He doesn't feel the breeze.

The sun is shit and the breeze is shit and the evening is shit. He lives in darkness now, he doesn't deserve your love, he can never be happy again.

Dejectedly cradling his bag of crap, he wonders how he could go home to face you, his beloved. He bought what he could, some deliciously sweet and overpriced monstrosities, but it's not a cookie.

Really, Goo should thank his lucky stars that the main cause of grief in his life are goddamn fucking cookies. But.

It's still not a cookie. It's not what you asked for.

What if your sniffly nose and sore throat took a turn and you're dying? What if you're actually dead right now and the last thing you wanted was a cookie and he couldn't do that for you?

"Hey," Gun elbows him, snapping him out of his distress, "Look."

Literally standing a few metres away appears to be a father and daughter. He's wiping crumbs from her mouth, and- what's that in her hands?! Goo's eyes hone in on her little bag of cookies like a hawk.

"KID!!" he screeches, jumping over and crouching down to her height as she stares at this funny, weird man.

"How many cookies you got left?"

She peers into her bag, takes her time counting, then holds up four fingers, "Four!"

"How about I trade you this," Goo opens his bag of baked goods, "For your cookies?"

The little girl shakes her head, pigtails following the movement.

"Kid, don't you know these are more expensive." Another shake, "AND SEE! Icing! Sprinkles! Don't you kids love icing and sprinkles?"

The little girl shakes her head once more and Goo's eyes bug out.

For fuck's sake. Gun pinches the bridge of his nose, considering punting the kid or Goo, whoever is closest.

Whatever.

Taking a deep breath and ignoring Goo, who is on the verge of tears and a mental breakdown, Gun opts for the logical choice and approaches the father instead.

"This guy," Gun points at Goo, now wallowing pathetically on the ground, "Will give you 100,000 won for those cookies."

Seriously?! Just as Dad is about to say fuck yes, he takes a step back and eyes them up. Their impeccably tailored designer suits, their excrutiatingly expensive watches, their general aura of 'fuck you' money-

"500,000."

Gun shrugs, it's not his cash, "Deal."

Heh, suckers. Dad squats down to his daughter. With the experience of being on the wrong end of a screaming tantrum one too many times, he promises toys and TV time and whatever the hell she wants, in exchange for the bag of cookies.

Obediently, and with a peppy smile, she hands them over to him.

Dad holds the bag out in one hand to Gun, and pointedly, his other cash-less palm.

Gun nudges Goo, currently rolling around forlornly on the floor, with his foot, "Pony up, you fucking moron."

Holy shit, Goo could kiss Gun right now. Goo springs up in joy.

Finally! These motherfucking cookies!

Is that the warmth of the sun he can feel? The refreshing breeze? And isn't this evening magical-

Hold the fuck on. Unwelcome clarity slams into him. Five hundred fucking thousand won?!

With tears in his eyes, Goo digs out his wallet and forks over the cash.

#ok srsly last one today. sorry for all the posts #this one is #i dont even know #lookism #lookism x reader #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #goo kim x reader #goo kim #kim joongoo x reader #kim joongoo #gun park #park jonggun #wannaeatramyeon

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holllandtrash · 1 year

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Running into Charles’ arms after his podium and telling him that he better not be too harsh on himself for not being p1

i took this and spun it but i hope its okay

“You did good,” you said, but it didn’t resonate with Charles the way you wanted it to. But you couldn’t blame him, you worked at Mercedes, you should have been the last person to congratulate him in the paddock. Especially as you were wearing the black Mercedes t-shirt, the teal hat, carrying Lewis’ backpack for fuck sakes.

Your relationship with Charles was…complicated to say the least. You met once at a bar last year and by the end of the night you were nothing but tangled limbs and a chorus of ‘oh fucks’ and ‘god, please’

And when he found out you worked for Mercedes, you expected this whole friends acquaintances(?) with benefits thing to end, but it didn't. He sought you out after his poor performances and his proud ones and you were always there, telling him you'll meet him in a few minutes or at least promising you'll go to his hotel room at the end of the night.

It wasn't supposed to be be anything more than sex, really.

So you weren't sure what came over you when you approached him in the paddock following his post-race interview. It wasn't like you could say 'come by my room around 10' in front of the dozens of people that were surrounding him, but the 'you did good' spoke volumes.

Of course you would root for Lewis and George, but seeing Charles cross that line and claiming that third place podium, it just ignited something in you.

And when you noticed that he was disappointed more than anything, god you felt that. You wished there was away to take that pain from him just so he could celebrate with his team for the remainder of the night.

"Could have been better," he muttered and something urged you to grab hold of his wrist and keep him from going anywhere,

"I mean it," you said, eyes locked on his. "Charles, the Red Bulls are in a league of their own, no one can challenge them. You should be proud of your podium, proud that you kept Alonso from another third place finish, hell be proud that your pace was better than a Mercedes today."

He laughed at that. He appreciated that you were able to remove yourself as a Mercedes team member to be his friend, or more than that possibly.

"You did good," you repeated. This time, he knew you meant it. They weren't just empty words. It wasn't an obligatory pity congrats that you had to give him in passing. You wanted him to know that you were cheering for him and was, ultimately, proud of his results.

"Thank you," this time, his gentle smile reached the green of his eyes. Even in the setting sun, even as his name was being called in all directions, even though he had about twelve other people he had to talk to after that race, he took a moment to really thank you.

And thank you, he did.

Charles' hand cupped the side of your face before you could register what he was doing. He pulled your lips to yours, something that was only ever reserved for the privacy of a hotel room. But god he didn't care.

The fact that you cared. That you went out of your way to show him that you cared. Charles couldn't help but ask himself why the hell he wasn't showing you the same courtesy in public.

So he kissed you. In front of fans. In front of the cameras. In front of crew members from various teams that just happened to be walking by. You in your black Mercedes shirt. Him in his red drivers suit.

You didn't want to separate, but you had to. You'd get an earful from Toto and everyone else in the garage regardless, but you knew to at least be a little respectful when it came to public displays of affection.

And if you were being honest, you weren't sure where to go from here. Charles crossed a line, one that he was more than welcome to cross, but now you were both in uncharted waters.

"I, um-" no words came to mind, but you still tried. "I don't know-"

"Let me take you out," Charles cut you off.

Now would have been the point where you would have said you'd meet him later for a quick fuck. But he was putting something new on the table, something public, something that would bring you from hook ups to maybe something more and you didn't hate it.

"You want to take me out? Like on a date?" You asked, totally aware of the prying eyes that surrounded you, but it didn't deter you in the slightest.

"Yeah," he was so sure of his choice. "There's no one else I want to celebrate this podium with but you."

And who were you to turn that down?

#driver scenarios with em #keep ‘em coming #cl16 #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc

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15-Day BL Challenge in 1 Night!

I'm more of a lurker than a poster but Tumblr's my fave place to wallow in BLness. My 2nd favorite place is the spreadsheet where I track the shows I've watched (172 completed in just over a year), so @negrowhat 's challenge was irresistible. I'm gonna cram my answers in one post. Here goes!

Fave OG Actor Pairing: Some of the ones I think of as OG are only like 4 years old, so this was tough. And the 18 shows that have gotten my top score aren't very old. But I went through those 18 and picked the oldest, and it was the 2018 Korean microfilm Some More. Because it's so short it's super rewatchable, but even if I wasn't able to watch the whole thing a half dozen times (which I have), I'd still have gone back & watched the sweet moments and sex scene about 25 times (which I have). So I guess my fave OG actor pairing is Park Chan Ung and Kim Joon Bum! How they got me so deeply invested in their love in mere minutes is beyond me, but they did!

Fave Rookie Actor Pairing: Does Japan do the CP thing that Thailand does? I don't think so, but one couple I wish had about a dozen more BL series together lined up are Kouhei Higuchi and Atsuki Mashiko of My Personal Weatherman! Their chemistry was visceral and they're too pretty to be believed.

Side Dish That Should've Been the Main Course: While I enjoyed the main pairing a lot, they were nothing compared to the crazy rollercoaster side plot (how'd it go from so funny to SO dark to so sexy to so sweet and wholesome like that??) of Vegas/Pete from KinnPorsche!

Fave Ship Dynamic: Obvs from answers 2 & 3 I am not against D/s ships at ALL. Also a sucker for tough-but-submissive-bodyguard with mafia-brat-prince. Honestly I like tons of different dynamics from innocent to toxic, but one that gives me major butterflies is a guy who thinks he's straight but when confronted with the idea of liking another guy, doesn't have a macho freakout or run away, just kind of straightforwardly & sincerely searches his feelings until he figures it out. And then takes care of his baby. Why's that so HOT and sweet? Some of my fave examples: Pete/Ae in Love By Chance, Le Jian/Amber from DNA Says Love You, and Ida/Aoki from My Love Mix-Up!

Biggest Flop: This is expectations vs. execution, right? There's loads of shows I've abandoned, some I've stuck with for no good reason, etc., that are way worse than what I consider my personal biggest let-down. I was so enamored of Perth from LBC that I assumed he could do no wrong, and the bully-to-lover, rich/poor pairings often do it for me. So I guess I just assumed Dangerous Romance would be amazing, and it was REALLY good for a couple episodes. It wasn't the worst thing I ever saw, but so much of it just ... felt ... flat. Very surprising.

Fave Line From Your Fave Series: Well I know my fave series--Cherry Magic Thailand was the most perfect, entrancing, heartwarming series EVER, OMG, it was staggeringly good and stuck the landing in a way few shows have managed. I can't really think of one standout line--the script was so on point & there were HUNDREDS of sweet tingly moments. There were some epic ones in ep11 tho: When Achi says "The voice inside your head is so loud" and Karan (the boldest he's ever been) replies "Don't worry; soon you won't be able to read my mind anymore." (But then clearly uses that power one more time to gain the sweetest nonverbal consent EVER.) Then, Karan: "Do you regret losing your power?" Achi: "I'd regret not loving you." (OMG how I squealed.)

Fave Villain: This was so tough. An over-the-top villain I loved to hate (and an actor I loved from his sweetie-pie green-flag role in SCOY) was obvs Heng Asavarid as Chalothon in The Sign. But an actor who was so excellent at being loathsome and malicious toward the main couple, with just enough of a redemption arc that I didn't totally despise the character by the end (but did hate most of the way through): Park Hae In as Eun Ji (Jae Won's ex) in The Eighth Sense. It was a typical "faen fatale" role but so well done. So a tie between 2 totally different takes on the destructive ex.

The Trope You Hate Except When It's "This Series": OK, "hate" is a strong word for how I feel about the drop-of-rain-makes-you-ill so love-interest-takes-care-of-you trope. It's OK. But holy SHIT is it overused. Holy shit. I sigh resignedly when I realize we're going there. EXCEPT. When P'Phayu goes to visit Rain in Love in the Air when he's sick, and his version of caregiving? Forcibly applying medicine in the form of a rectal suppository. It is so funny, weirdly sexy, very in line with their dynamic (doesn't get in the way of their romance moments later at all), & it shoves a big middle finger up the overoveroverused sick-bed trope.

Most Visually Pleasing Love Scene: Okay, THE scene in The Sign is the clear winner in my & many people's books. But there are so many runners-up: the post-race one in Love in the Air. Just about every one in Pit Babe (both couples) & My Personal Weatherman. (A lot of other faves don't quite qualify as visually or emotionally pleasing--lustfully pleasing should be a 3rd category in this challenge!)

Most Emotionally Pleasing Love Scene: Again, I have a clear winner: Cherry Magic Thailand. So full of emotion, so well deserved, so everything. Sigh. But lots of runners-up: same scene in The Sign, both kissing scenes in DNA Says Love You (tame but soo emotionally satisfying), Ray & Sand's camper reunion in Only Friends, the post-prison love scenes for both couples in Kiseki: Dear to Me, the 1st time in I Feel You Linger in the Air ...

Breakup That Should've Stayed Broken Up: Maybe it's because I try to be choosy in what I watch all the way thru or maybe I'm a big softy who tends to root for every couple no matter how lame. In all my completed shows, I could only think of 2 breakups where I wasn't at all invested in them getting back together (and maybe against it): Tian/Poon, What Zabb Man and Top/Mew, Only Friends.

Wedding You Wish You Had an Invite To: If we're talking weddings that actually appeared in the show, Achi and Karan's in Cherry Magic Thailand, obvs! If it's hypothetical weddings, I'd be desperate to go to one of ANY of the characters in Playboyy! I'd wear a bulletproof vest & bring my own flask of booze, but it would be the trashy chaos-filled social event of a lifetime.

Give 5 Good Boys a Gold Star: Just 5? OK, some I haven't mentioned yet. 1. Shin Woo, Light on Me, 2. Palm, Never Let Me Go, 3. Mohk, Last Twilight, 4. Thun, He's Coming to Me, 5. Neua, Secret Crush on You. Best boys!

The Top 5 Most Sad Boys: I'll limit it to ones where the suffering was kinda pretty, not just painful. 1. Way, Pit Babe, 2. Akk, The Eclipse, 3. Kaipa/Gaipa, Moonlight Chicken, 4. Hae Bom, Cherry Blossoms After Winter, 5. Kiyoi, My Beautiful Man

Bestest Besties: Just one? Gah! Fine, Pearl & Gavreel in Gameboys. She got those boys together in quarantine!

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Invicible, a viltrumite (they/she) escaped the planet during their massacre, leaving for a similar yet faraway planet earth. Although they didn’t care for earth politics or war, they would try to save lives when they could. Refusing the to work with any agency or the guardians of the globe, they were fine until Omniman showed up.

this one is more dialougue, but I'm still happy with it!

warnings: none!

words: 588

"Who the hell are you?"

"I should be asking you the same." Omniman didn't realize that there was another Viltrumite on the planet, besides Mark and himself. You were still wearing the uniform that you had escaped in, either too tired or unbothered to care about newer clothes.

"I don't care. Why are you here?" You stood your ground, probably not knowing if he wanted to hurt you. Understandable.

"My name is Nolan. Nolan Grayson. I'm a... hero from the Guardians of the Globe." He realized that telling you he was also a Viltrumite wasn't a good idea.

"I can tell. Why are you here?" His introduction didn't phase you, since you were probably met by a dozen other heroes in the months before.

"Straight to the point? I'm here to figure out who you are and if you want to hurt people."

You rolled your eyes, clearly annoyed with his visit. Your little hideout was in the mountains, a little cave system that was abandoned a few decades ago due to the dangers of climbing up to it, and he did have to admit, it was a nice cozy place to sit and look around.

"My name is _____, and I don't hurt people. If you knew anything, you would know that I help people-"

"When you need to?"

"-when I can." You raised your voice, getting angrier and angrier every time he interrupted.

"What else are you doing out here that needs your help?"

You turned to face him fully, your body preparing to lunge. "What the hell do you want?"

He raised his hands, realizing that this wasn't going the way he wanted. "I know that you declined to join any hero agencies. Was just wondering why."

"I don't like being bossed around, nor do I want to sign a contract that makes me tied to any of them."

He shrugged, "I know how that feels." You raised your eyebrow. "I'm serious. Look, I know I came off a little harsh, but I truly don't remember any other Viltrumites going to Earth."

Your interest immediately picked up from there. "You're also a Viltrumite?"

He raised his arms outwards, "It's why they sent me last."

"How did you get here?" You were obviously suspicious, and Nolan had an idea.

"I escaped after the... massacre. I fled here, and so far, no one's found me." He tilted his head, "You aren't here for me, are you?"

Your body relaxed, obviously feeling safer than before hand. "No, god no. I... also escaped."

Nolan was about to respond, when a ping came from his little headset they gave him.

Nolan, there's a giant monster destroying downtown Houston.

He sighed, wanting to talk to you a little more. He pulled out a note, and wrote his number on it. "I know you don't exactly trust me, but I want to explain myself a little more."

He handed you the card, and while you were hesitant, you walked over and grabbed it. You read it, and realized what it was.

"I'm not exactly free at the moment, but when you have time..."

Nolan, the monster is still there.

"... give me a call. Or text, doesn't really matter."

He turned around, before he shot off into the sky, answering Cecil's call.

"I'm on it, flying there now."

"What were you doing?"

Nolan turned back around, and even in the atmosphere he could see you, looking over the card, and thinking about your choice.

"Figuring things out with someone. ETA is 5 minutes."

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thank you for being so patient with me! I love you guys! ヾ(￣▽￣)

#yandere omni man x reader #yandere omni man #yandere omni man imagine #yandere nolan grayson #yandere nolan grayson x reader #yandere nolan grayson imagine #yandere invincible #yandere invincible x reader #yandere invincible imagine #yandere invincible romantic

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mahou-furbies · 3 months

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Closing thoughts on Precure All Stars Movie F

Early in the story there was a visual gag with La Mer and Prism that made me think "is this by the guy who directed the best episode in all of Precure (That tropiRouge one)?", so I had to stop and check. And indeed it is the case, and he also directed Go! Princess Precure (one of the best seasons) and the Star Twinkle movie (the best Precure movie), so I knew I was in good hands. And indeed this turned out to be a pretty good movie and a really good anniversary movie, even though it does come with the unavoidable issue that 17 characters is way too many for a 70 minute movie. Towards the end when everyone joins the battle they even have to swap to the 3d models because nobody wanted to animate all that by hand and it looks rough.

Clunky 3d aside this was a very pretty movie, with a lot of beautiful scenery and colours, creative shots and dynamic action. Unfortunately no new forms but at least there was a new Cure design to compensate.

There were also a lot of really good character moments, we did have to waste some time on characters just spouting their catchphrases, but there was still room for funny ways to have the characters from different shows interact with each other. The chaotic muscle brain energy of the Sky-Precious-Summer trio was probably my favourite. Also points for including almost all of my top tier Cures in the main cast! And as a known hater of the over-abundance of friendly and energetic Cures, I welcome the serious edgelord Cure Supreme with open arms.

Due to the short length of the movie and spending a significant amount of it on over a dozen characters just hanging out the story had to run through its worldbuilding, but I don't think that was a huge problem since the character interactions were the best thing anyway, and certainly more interesting than the exact mechanics on how the movies' world was created or where the Cures' ultimate power comes from. But I'd say the film would have greatly benefitted of some 20 extra minutes spent on the plot.

But who cares about the plot, this was very much an anniversary celebration movie, with the theme explicitly being something like "what makes a Precure?" and even a clip show of some of the franchise's biggest moments. Everyone is included in some way, even randos like HapiCha international Cures. Especially the nod towards mascots-turned Cures warmed my heart. Or really making it a plot point that the Cures have mascots in the first place, probably the first time in the history of the franchise that I appreciated it. And in the epic finale (that had music that slaps and some really good action in the shots that didn't use the 3d models) they clearly had fun grouping the Cures by themes, like here we have the mermaid Cures in the same scene for a few seconds! Here are the princesses (and Tsubasa)! Here go the butterflies!

Finally a shout-out to NOT including the stupid light sticks, or at least as obtrusively as usual. I was ready begrudgingly to accept them this time because it is a celebration of the franchise's history after all and they are unfortunately a part of it, but to my delight there were no calls of action directed at the audience.

My final verdict is that this is a very good movie for Precure fans, but probably not that interesting to anyone else. It was also not a very good Hirogaru movie since the Hirogaru girls kind of got buried in the sea of Cures, and didn't get that much of a connection with the antagonist, or even that personal character moments.

#precure #review I guess

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 2 years

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GUESS WHAT WE GOT ANOTHER REPOSTER.

You know, i came onto tumblr really excited to share this dumb doodle comic i did, now i just feel gross. Because this was reposted on an app i do not have an account for and I cannot contact them via there, I’m posting this here, so sorry to y’alls who just trying to have a good time, some people just have trouble being half-decent ig

I was not contacted by this person or asked in any way shape or form to use my art on their account. They do not credit or mention me (not that that would make this any better) and I do NOT want my stuff on tiktok.

To this person, this is your one and only warning:

Take. My. Art. Down. Now.

You have reposted my art, my mutuals art, my friends art and even my siblings art. What you are doing is harmful to me and to my friends. This is disgusting and disheartening ESPECIALLY seeing my art used in such a way that makes me EXTREMELY uncomfortable and I am sick and tired of seeing this.

Think I’m being harsh? my art has been stolen and reposted and used without my permissions dozens of times and I am getting sick and tired of it. I want to be patient and kind but that’s kind of difficult when i see others not only harming me but also my friends livelihoods and incomes by stealing their art like this. And it is disgusting to see you use a minor’s art the way you did. To you it’s nothing more than a few minutes of posting and a couple of likes. To the artist you take it form it means the difference between a meal and going to bed hungry.

To anyone else who has reposted art in the past or are considering doing so now, DO NOT. It is harmful and cruel and while you’re laughing about the edits you use my art in, I, the creator, and sitting here sick to my stomach and considering never posting again because of your behaviour. I’ve got to wonder if you care about the people you consume content for at all? because from where I’m sitting you look selfish, inconsiderate and cruel.

If you want to support an artist, REBLOG THEIR STUFF. SHARE LINKS. TELL PEOPLE ABOUT THIS COOL COMIC AND LINK THEM BACK TO THE SOURCE. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES REPOST WITHOUT AN ARTISTS PERMISSION OR KNOWLEDGE. Ask if you’re wondering if you can use art in a tribute or edit. Credit them if they say yes. If they say no, be respectful of the creator you like and find something else to use or better yet, make your own.

to all my good followers, I love you guys, and thanks for having my back. I really appreciate your support and kindness as I create and deal with this kind of stuff.

I’m not sure what i’m going to do about this aside from this post, and i really don’t want to make an account for this, hopefully if the reposter has any decency they’ll take down all the stolen art and stop doing this and i won't have to.

For the time being, I’m not feeling real great, aside from being angry about this, I feel sick, so I won’t be sharing that comic I was going to post. I’m really sorry anyone who wanted to see my stuff is suffering from the actions of this person. Maybe I’ll feel better in a couple weeks or so, but for the time being I’m gonna continue being mostly offline.

~knox

Edit (July 3 2022): as of today the reposter has taken my art down and a lot of the other reposted work down and posted an apology to me and one other artist they reposted from (they reposted the work of at least six other artists) due to some other issues that I will not be specifying I have blocked them. Again, please don't harass this person if you recognize them. Or any reposters or people who demonstrate bad behavior. Letting people know reposting is harmful is one thing, but attacking them and rentelessly chasing them off their socials is another. Thanks guys hope you're all having a stellar day o7

#knox rambles #reposter #art theft #sorry for the long post y'alls #i'm not real thrilled rn #long post #blocked out the name cause i don't want them getting harassed but dear gods #i have common decency reposter #do you?#if ur following me either get of my blog or respect me as i creator i will not tolerate your presence otherwise.#I'M REALLY TIRED OF THIS

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little-yandere-ish-blog · 5 months

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could you do something for yandere 2p canada? I’m so down bad for Matthieu 😭😭😭😭

Yeah totally!!! Man it's been a minute since I've gotten an ask! Also it's winter so why not a winter story?

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Every year it was the same in your small town. The winter was coming and the crops were dying, The farmers have already stored the crops that they are going to use for the rest of the winter as well as selling them to make money. The farmers have covered up their animals so they can bear with the cold. The days were shorter in the sky seem to always have an overcast as snow was expected almost every single day, as well as temperatures below 20°F(-7°C). You were no different, you had a small ranch on the outskirts of town near the woods. You had a few cows and a large coop of chickens as well as some goats, sheep, pigs, and some small garden for your own eating. Like the rest of the farmer you had spent the entire summer stocking up as well as keeping your meat fresh from the animals You had butchered.

You always hated winter, it was always dark and damp. It always reminded you of the work that could be done but cannot be done. You were sitting inside your small farmhouse, your border collie named Maxwell at your feet. You were busy knitting another sweater. You found some things to do since during the winter you wouldn't have to worry so much about the farm work except checking on the animals and making sure they were cared for as well as their water containers weren't frozen solid. It was getting dark, the night time was always scary due to the fact that the small town you were in had no street lamps as well as the nearest neighbor being about a mile away. The woods always felt like they were watching you. You always brushed it off saying that deep down somewhere there was some pesky wolves or foxes that you just didn't feel comfortable with but you always knew you could take care of it. However unlike a coyote or a wolf or even something as much as a pesky fox seemed more manageable than this presence that always lurked in the woods. The presence itself seemed menacing but not in a way that could illy harm you however there was still the potential that this said Presidents could harm you. However though you couldn't help to linger on the presents due to the fact that you were so busy, after all worries don't keep food on the table nor your animals fed and kept safe. The sun had finally set and the windows were all dark, unlike in the summer there were no sounds outside except for an occasional owl. The summertime at least had crickets and fireflies to light up the area around even if it was just a little. Looking at all of your uncovered windows gave chills down your spine. You decided to draw the curtains on all the windows You didn't want to think about the outside It just seemed too much to think about right this second. The presence that was in the woods felt like it was staring at you, the drawn windows provided some relief to it but it just felt uneasy. Nonetheless you decided that it would be best to go to bed.

In the morning you went out to check on the animals and to make sure that they were all fed. You saw one of your neighbors by your back fenceline. His name was Matthieu, He had lived in the woods behind your house on his own land. He was sort of the lumberjack type not really having his own ranch. You smiled at him and gave him a small nod.

" Morning Matthieu, what seems to be the trouble?" You asked with a smile

" Oh nothing just wondering if you had issues with foxes, a fox came and dug under my coop and killed a dozen of my hens" he said sounding a bit annoyed, it was difficult to see his emotion or tone since he usually sounded uninterested and bored.

"No, no foxes over here but I need to ask you something, now this might sound crazy...do you ever feel like something is watching you in these woods?" You asked hesitantly.

Mathieu raised a brow and thought for a minute. You worried that you might have sounded like a crazy person. After all every single person in this town knows that there's nothing out in the woods except for some bears.

" no, not personally but if you're feeling like you're being watched then you might want to invest in some better curtains or something." He looked to one of the windows "might want some dark curtains to cover up at night. I'll keep an eye out for any strange activity." He gave a soft nod to you. You felt oddly reassured.

I mean this was your neighbor for gods sake! Neighbors can trust each other!

That night you were laying in bed. You felt like something was stalking you. You were the prey being hunted. You got up and grabbed your shotgun. You went outside in your nightgown with a loaded shotgun in hand. You walked around your property looking into the woods. You were tired of feeling afraid and you were going to do something about it. You walked into the woods, the horrible presence felt much stronger now. whatever it was. it was following you. You felt your heart begin to race as your pace quickened, you looked around desperately in the dark. A gun only does you so well when you cant see your target. In the dark something kicked your gun into the thick brush. You couldn't see only using the barely illuminated moonlight to guide you. Something grabbed you, you kicked and screamed trying to fight back the large dark figure took one good swing and knocked you out.

darkness....

darkness...

wait you hear noise

and feel warmth....a fire?

The world was swirling back. Man that was some gnarly head trauma. You opened your eyes seeing a stone fireplace. you were on a couch, the house was built like a cabin, The rug was a bear rug and there was taxidermized game busts on the wall. The House had a weird home like feel to it. You smelled black coffee brewing. Your head was throbbing. considering how you got knocked the fuck out. You heard the wooden floor creak as someone was walking in. You looked up to see Mathieu Williams! Wait Mathieu?

" Look, this isn't ideal but you'll understand soon enough" He said softly

"What the fuck man?" You said confused and rather pissed

"(name) , you need to understand-" He sounded rather calm

"No! what the fuck? Im leaving, be glad im not calling sheriff-"

He yanked you to him "I didn't fucking say you could leave." He growled.

You tried to swing, he grabbed your wrist. He tightened his grip on you. You kicked his stomach as hard as you possibly could. It just pissed him off more.

" sorry (name) but I'm not letting you go anytime soon, you're gonna have to fucking live with it baby"

"Please don't kill me" You begged

"Kill?" He sounded amused " Oh no baby I don't plan on killing you, i plan on keeping you. Like a spouse or a pet. Choice is yours baby" He chuckled darkly.

"Spouse or....pet? I want neither! I want to go home and for you to FUCK OFF!" You yelled at the end.

He was entertained by your pathetic attempts to free yourself. He grabbed rope tying you up.

"There we go. Cant have you running can we?" He said satisfied

" Fuck you! I hope you rot!" You screamed

He looked back at you raising a brow "If i rotted you'd rot right next to me. Till death do us part baby and I plan on having you be my little partner. Scream all you want. No one will hear you for miles baby." He laughed sadistically.

You felt your stomach sink. What were you gonna do?

"What about my animals?" you said thinking of them

"No worries baby they've been integrated into my farm and as for your dog, he's on the porch napping. You have nothing to worry about but i cant let you go outside baby. I need you here" He said softly

Seems like he planned this all. Escape might be harder than you thought. Good luck on running anytime soon hun..

#yandere 2p canada #yandere hetalia #yandere 2p hetalia #yandere #hetalia

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martianbugsbunny · 9 months

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Sweetheart Will You Sleep With Me (A Cherik Fic)

*Sliding in wearing a turtleneck and rainbow suspenders* *bc Erik would slay in rainbow suspenders* Yyyyyeahhh this totally started out as a fluffy "hey, wouldn't it be neat if instead of that weird-ass thing with Raven, Erik went to bed with Charles after their chess game?" (but not in that way, don't get too excited lol) BUT it turned into kind of an angsty "if this is our last night in the world as we know it, I don't want to spend a minute of that night without you" so....it's fun! (Plus, it's got some little spoon Erik bc I'm absolutely soft for that hehe) Read on and enjoy!

Charles didn’t say another word about Erik killing Shaw. He wanted to explain; wanted to say “I don’t really care if you kill him, I’m just terrified of where it will lead you,” but he didn’t want to make the tension between them snap and splinter into dozens more sharp words.

So he sat there playing chess for the next two hours as though the world wasn’t going to end tomorrow. Even if they didn’t fail, and it wasn’t the world that was going headfirst into oblivion, Charles was almost certain that his world would be—and he had to ignore that and try to focus on not letting Erik get check to his king.

(Which he did. Erik was better at chess, marginally, than Charles was.)

He wanted to stay up longer. Forever. He didn’t want what might be his last night alive to end. He really didn’t want what might be his last happy moment with Erik to be over.

But he was human, so his eyes began to feel heavy. In their fourth game of the evening, Charles made more than his usual number of stupid mistakes, and he caught Erik scrutinizing him from across the table.

“You’re exhausted, Charles,” he said quietly, taking Charles’ second knight. “You’ll be of no use tomorrow if you’re like this.”

“I’m fine,” Charles said shortly. He resisted the temptation to rub at his eyes and push the tiredness away. “These games—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Erik said, a little more firmly. “I may not be the telepath here, but I can feel the need for sleep rolling off of you anyway. You’re a grown man, so get your ass to bed and stop acting so childish.”

Charles dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. “I don’t want to—it’s—I can’t—Damnit, Erik, I might lose you tomorrow and I don’t want to waste minutes I could be spending with you now!”

The words had felt like they were going to split his skull if he kept them inside his own mind any longer. Still, Charles bit his tongue and got up to leave the library, certain that he’d said too much; he could’ve lived with that horrible pressure, could’ve kept his fears to himself, and yet he’d gone and spoiled a fine, if stressed, friendship with his fumbling outburst. A few lingering touches and strangely intimate glances were not an invitation to feel the way he did.

Then he felt a strong hand (Erik’s hands were so broad, so strong, so capable of gentleness) on his elbow. “Charles,” he said. It was all he needed to say, really. Charles could hear the marbled emotions pitching about in his tone, and he could name each of them.

Anger. That one haunted Erik more often than anything, and that one Charles would recognize in his voice more clearly than any other. He thought it would probably never quite leave Erik. Grief. He had to admit, he usually heard that one when Erik was thinking about the past, not about an anticipated pain in the future, but it didn’t escape his notice that he and Erik were apparently expecting the same thing. Exasperation. Charles knew that one well, too—but this time it was tempered by….

Fondness. Charles gave it that name because it wasn’t quite love, not yet, not so soon, not with so many walls Erik still had around his heart, but it was something sweet and kind and gentle, something that wanted to hold his hand and never let go, something that Erik held in the deepest parts of himself so the anger and bitterness couldn’t touch it and turn it sour.

It gave him all the encouragement he needed. Charles turned back towards Erik and smiled, reaching over to take his hand. “Erik, will you sleep with me tonight?” he asked.

Erik smiled, a kind of unguarded smile Charles had only seen from him once before: during their training exercise earlier that day. (What it did to him to know Erik only lit up like that for him.) “Yes, Charles, I will.” He brought Charles’ hand up to his lips and kissed his knuckles, then let Charles lead him upstairs to his bedroom.

Charles still wanted to stay awake; he wanted to carve the feeling of laying there curled against Erik’s back into his brain so it would never fade away. He wanted to remember every detail: the faint starlight coming in through the window; the soft, rhythmic motion of Erik’s torso expanding with each breath; the way Erik continued to hold onto one of his hands even as he slept.

But Erik’s hair smelled of Charles’ shampoo (besides Raven’s, it was the only kind in the house, and Erik hadn’t raised a fuss about it) and that was both strange and wonderful in its intimacy, and Erik was soft beneath his well-toned muscles, relaxed in sleep. Charles finally closed his eyes, lulled into a fleeting sense of peace by the domesticity of the moment.

#cherik #Charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #professor x #magneto #Erik x charles #Charles x erik #xmen #xmen movies #xmen prequels #xmen first class #fic #angst #(of course is there anything else I write lol)#semi-happy semi-ending #chess scene babeyyy #martianbugsbunny writes fic

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practically-an-x-man · 3 months

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Prompt: "I don't know if we're going to come home from this."

Ooooh I know I've been writing a lot of Eris recently but this really does feel like them.

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Word Count: 2.1k Content Warnings: graphic depictions of violence and injuries, angst, whump

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"I don't know if we're going to come home from this."

Those were the scariest words he'd heard in his life.

It wasn't as if it was the first time Rick had heard them. It came with his line of work: things looked grim, and usually there was someone just frightened enough to voice what everybody else was thinking.

Sometimes they got lucky. Sometimes they were wrong.

Other times they weren't.

So far, Rick had been one of the lucky ones - if he could even call it luck, when he had to live with the echoes of a hundred other deaths etched permanently into his memory. But he was lucky in the fact that he survived, he made it home.

So it wasn't the words themselves that scared him. He'd heard those same words a dozen times in his life, if not more.

But never from Eris.

They came limping up to him mid-battle, spear missing and their right arm hanging dead at their side. At first he assumed it was dislocated, with their look of pain and the way she gripped it tight with her opposite hand. But then his grip shifted, and Rick saw bone and loose-hanging sinew through his fingers.

"Holy shit, doll-" he started, slinging his gun back over his shoulder and surging ahead. Eris just shook his head, readjusting his grip so the gaping wound - almost completely severed at the shoulder, Rick realized - was hidden again from view.

"It'll start healing up soon," he said, though his voice was tight with pain and something all too much like hopelessness, "Keep fighting. Don't stop for me."

Not that Rick's gun had been making much of a difference anyway. He wasn't even entirely sure what it was they were fighting, only that it was very large and very angry and had incapacitated the rest of the Squad. He hadn't had so much as a moment to check whether they were unconscious or dead. He prayed the former.

Eris let out a low groan, the only warning he got before their knees crumpled under them. Rick darted ahead to catch them, finally noticing the rest of the blood coating their clothing. After so many years, so many injuries Eris just brushed aside, he'd largely learned to tune out the sight of blood on them. But now he took in the sheer volume of it all - too much blood, too many wounds, more than any ordinary person would survive.

Eris' enhanced regeneration had taken care of most of them, but Rick could see that their energy was spent from everything it took to heal them. Some of the wounds were still oozing blood, darkening his clothing even further. And then there was the matter of her arm, still hanging by a few scraps of muscle and yet to start recovering tissue.

"I'm spent, Rick." they muttered, dropping their head against his shoulder with a shuddering sigh, "I've- I've got nothing left. It's too much."

"Okay, just- just rest here for a minute," he said, fighting hard to keep his panic in check. It took a lot to knock Eris down in any meaningful way. Eris' "shrug it off" was most people's "three days in the ICU". To see Eris laid this low, not only injured but struggling to heal...

Well, Rick was surprised he'd lasted this long himself. To say the least.

He steered Eris off to the side, shielded by a pile of rubble left from the fight. He could see the tendons and muscle in their arm beginning to weave back together, form new connections, though it was a slow and clearly arduous process. It left him wondering how many wounds they'd shouldered through already, to have drained so much of their strength.

"I couldn't land a fucking hit." Eris muttered, wheezing like he couldn't quite catch his breath, "It's got some kind of armor. Worse than the bugs. I couldn't do anything."

Rick struggled for words for a long moment. He wasn't sure where to start. Eris would brush off any attempt at comfort or reassurance, he was sure - even if they were still openly leaning on him, letting him take her weight. And everything else... there was just so much.

"Did you see any of the others?" he tried, figuring that was safest. Eris shrugged with their good shoulder. The other was still slowly mending, muscle creeping outwards in a vaguely entrancing spiral.

"Croc's down. Saw him slip into the sewers. Injured. Either bled out down there or just ran away." Eris answered, eyes flicking back and forth as she retraced the battle in her mind, "Bison's dead. Merlyn's dead. Didn't see DuBois. Probably hiding somewhere. Too smart to get caught out in the open with that thing. Nanaue's still up- fuckin' invincible, probably still chewing on its pinky toe or something."

"Figures." Rick agreed, running a mental tally of his own. Not great odds. Especially with Eris down. They were the team's real heavy-hitter, often just as impervious as Nanaue but with a lot more intellect to back it up.

"Rick, I..." Eris mumbled, baring him a deep grimace. He was shocked at the sight of fear in their eyes. It was not an emotion they wore often. "I don't think we're making it out of this one."

"Hey, hey, no- we'll come up with something." he insisted, "We've been through worse."

"You didn't see it. Not like I did." she insisted with a brisk shake of her head, "It's... it's like a god. It's like nothing I've ever seen. I don't even know where it came from. Look at this-"

He twisted around, reaching with his good arm to tug at the hem of his blood-soaked shirt. His abdomen was covered in half-healed punctures - only half-healed, even the oldest of them just barely beginning to clot.

"I'm not healing." Eris finished, "It's stopping me. Blocking me from my power. I'm..."

A heavy boom rocked the world, shaking the ground around them. Eris' words cut off, a yelp escaping her lips instead. Her shoulder, still a ruin of snapped tendons and half-regenerated flesh, appeared to slip free again, and she clutched at it with her good hand. His shirt darkened with fresh blood.

"See?" they muttered, pushing their shirt aside to show that the wounds had pulled open again, "It's got this... this pulse. Draining me. You know how much blood the average human body contains?"

"...Not sure I do, hon."

"Five liters." Eris answered, looking down at their clothing, "About this much. Dunno how much- I don't think-"

He cut himself off with a brisk breath, unable or unwilling to voice his thoughts. Rick realized a moment later that she was trembling. He couldn't tell whether that was exhaustion or pain or fear. More likely, some combination of the three.

The world rocked again, closer than before. Eris let out a low whimper, a shockingly pitiful sound to escape their lips. Any other time, with their spear and healing intact, they'd already be soaring back into the fight. Here, they hardly moved. Rick's hands were sticky with their blood, leaking more freely from their wounds.

"Rick?"

"Yeah, darlin'?"

"I love you."

"Whoa- what the fuck is this?" Not his finest response. But Eris didn't share those words openly. Not at all. He could count the amount of times he'd heard them, all of them half-asleep and behind closed doors. Eris' love was a different thing than most. He'd understood that from the beginning.

So words like these, rather than reassuring him as they did on those late and gentle nights, only sent fear spiking through his veins.

"It's me, saying... I care about you, cowboy. Always have. Even if I'm an ass about showing it." Eris sighed, "And if this is all the time I get before you're gone, or both of us... this is how I want to leave it."

Something thundered from above them before Rick could respond, and the ground shuddered. Rick tightened his grip, shielding Eris with his body. Loose pebbles, chunks of concrete, rained down on his shoulders. He was beginning to think this outcropping of rubble wasn't the safest hiding place. But there was nowhere else to go. He could sense, in some primal way, that their eldritch adversary was creeping its way nearer, step by step, pulse by devastating pulse.

"Say it back." Eris muttered, the words almost lost against his chest.

"Say-"

"I need you to say it back. Please."

There was a knot in his throat. He couldn't breathe. Rick shifted his grip, cupping the back of her head in one hand and pressing a kiss to their forehead.

"I love you, wartime. You know I do."

Eris hummed, weakly hooking their good arm around his shoulders and tugging him down into a proper kiss. They pulled back far too soon, their breathing shallow. It was strange to see them so hollowed and weak. Any other time, it would be healed in moments, and he'd be right back on his feet.

Rick didn't like this. Not at all. He'd always assumed he'd be the first to die. He never imagined he'd have to watch this happen.

Another tremor racked the ground, this one so strong even Rick could feel a few old aches of his own threatening to spring back to life. His newest scars felt like they were unwinding at the seams. He couldn't imagine the pain Eris must have been in, with so many open wounds.

And then the shudders cut off, there and gone like a switch had been flipped.

A beam of plasma cut through the air, bright enough to make him wince. In his arms, Eris took in a sharp gasp, their whole body shuddering like they'd been hit with a cold breeze. New muscle, clean and pink, crept over their near-severed shoulder and sealed over in moments.

Within seconds, the remains of their wounds had healed - at least enough to move - and Eris wriggled out of Rick's grasp. She crept out from the rubble and let out an incredulous laugh at the sight of their savior.

"I have never been more grateful to see that cornhusking son of a bitch..."

Rick followed, vaguely confused until he saw an all-too-infamous blur of blue and red whisking through the air.

"Cornhusking?" he echoed, firing them what was meant to be a teasing look. He was sure it didn't come across quite right- not through the relief that swept over him like a flood.

"He's from Kansas."

"He's from Krypton."

"Heh." Eris said, baring him a familiar sharp grin. All their earlier fear, all their earlier pain, seemed to have vanished in a heartbeat. "You don't know him like I do."

Their dark eyes scanned the battleground, and he could see hope and thrill blooming on their face as they did.

"DuBois. Croc. Nanaue." he listed, pointing at spots on the battlefield. Eris beamed, bouncing on his toes as the fresh thrill of the fight washed over him. "And Supes. Now we've got a fucking chance. Get your gun."

Eris rolled her shoulders, newly healed, then picked her way through the rubble until he found an exposed shaft of rebar. He found a grip on it and hefted it like a warhammer, wearing a contemplative expression.

"Primitive." they decided, "But it'll do."

Rick did his best to bite back a smile as he reached around his back. His fingers closed on a leather sheathe, older and more worn than anything he usually carried, and he held it out in front of him- a foot-long dagger with a corded hilt.

"Want this one instead?"

Eris dropped their makeshift hammer at once, prancing over to him like a child offered an ice-cream cone. They took the blade and unsheathed it, giving it a few experimental jabs and swishes. The metal gleamed in the light.

"You packed me a spare?"

"Tell me you don't have an extra mag in your armor pouch." Rick countered. Eris shrugged and reached into one of the pockets at their side, tossing him the magazine with little more than a thought. Rick grinned.

"You and your damn smug face, I swear." Eris huffed, rolling his eyes as he sheathed the dagger at his belt. Avoiding his gaze, she hopped up onto the nearest pile of wreckage and took a second look at the battlefield. "C'mon, Flag, don't make me wait on you."

Rick laughed under his breath, picking his way through the rubble and readying his gun. Eris shifted their weight, fingers twitching towards the blade at their hip. Anticipation, dark and violent, gleamed in their eyes.

But just before she dove into battle, she grabbed Rick's shoulder and pulled him into a kiss.

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my writing #my ocs #oc eris #oneshot #ficlet #angst #whump #the suicide squad #rick flag #oc x canon

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skygemspeaks · 2 years

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imagine stede as a funny little youtube man

his channel is about different kinds of fabric and how to take care of them. also, for some reason, about pirates. he has like 20 videos about them. no one knows why. it's just kind of his Thing now.

from the very beginning, his videos are weirdly well-produced; pro camera, pro lighting setup, cool backdrop, etc.

he starts gaining a respectable following slowly, but ends up going viral within a few months. for most people who discover his channel, it goes something like this:

you see one of his videos in your recommended, and wonder why it's on there. you have no interest in the history of silk, its production, or how to properly care for it.

but then you see that the video has a million views, and it's about fifteen minutes long, so you click on it just to see what all the hype is about.

at first, the video is exactly what the title promises it will be. and okay, maybe you can see the appeal a little bit because this Stede guy is SUCH a riot. he says some of the weirdest things, and he's got this cute little awkward character thing going on (because it has to be a character he's putting on, right? no one's actually Like That, right?)

so you're intrigued enough to keep watching, and occasionally stede makes a comment to the guy behind the camera, and their interactions are kind of funny, because the camera guy is obviously a lot younger than stede and is more versed in the ways of the internet. he explains "what the kids are into" to stede. maybe translates some comments from stede's other videos that he hadn't understood.

their exchanges are pretty hilarious, and you find yourself getting invested. if you're queer, maybe it's at this point that your gaydar really starts going off (if it hasn't been going from the very beginning).

and THEN, suddenly, there's the sound of a door opening, and a person coming in, already complaining about something

stede looks off camera at them, his expression affronted.

the person comes on camera, then looks right at it, and his expression lights up.

"cheers, my dears!" he says by way of greeting, with a little wave. and then he turns to stede and starts complaining to him about someone named "Karl" and how he won't stop shitting everywhere, and "Buttons" refuses to do anything about him.

you're watching this interaction with your mouth wide open, wondering if it's staged. you decide you don't even care if it is, because it's so funny. stede looks so annoyed! but he still gets up with a sigh and walks off camera, presumably to settle things with Karl and Buttons.

the screen cuts then to stede again, back in his previous spot, as he continues talking about silk, completely ignoring the previous interruption and never bringing it up again.

you listen for the rest of the video, and nothing else happens. you don't pay any attention to what stede's saying anymore because you can't stop thinking about karl, and wondering what the fuck is up with him.

you go down into the comments, and see it's full of people saying things like "lol, classic karl" and "omg!! cheers, frenchie! been a while since we've seen you!" and "aklsjalsjdkaskld lucius has nerves of steel, i think i'd die if i had to explain the meaning of 'daddy' to my own father figure"

you don't know what you've stumbled onto, but you thank god that you decided to click on this video because it's the highlight of your day.

you click on another of stede's videos, and then another and another and another. this is what you learn from them: yes, lucius is always there to play translator for stede about internet lingo. no, stede doesn't always get interrupted by one of his friends, but it happens often enough that his viewers seem to have become familiar with everyone in his friend group. yes, stede is a little bit dorky and his fans will be the first ones to admit that but if you ever see any hate directed towards him in the comments there's always dozens of comments defending him and telling the hater to fuck off.

also, stede has this weird obsession with pirates. you figure it makes about as much sense as anything else about the guy.

before you know it, it's been three hours, you've seen two dozen of stede's videos, become intimately acquainted with his friends and their dramas, and you realize with a sinking feeling that you've become weirdly invested in this strange little man.

#our flag means death #stede bonnet #frenchie ofmd #lucius spriggs #ofmd youtuber au #maybe i'll post more about this au if people are interested in it lol it's pretty fun

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astriiformes · 1 year

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Warning for pretty frank discussion of really bad depression, psychiatric meds, feeling suicidal, etc underneath the cut, because this is where I'm at I guess :/

If it were just that I was feeling incredibly sad and listless that would be one thing, but the fact that I'm having these stretches of 30, 45 minutes, even a full hour of being so depressed I can't even convince myself to move but can and do still end up vividly imagining dozens of ways I could kill or badly hurt myself is uh. Deeply upsetting! And does not help with the convincing myself to get up and drag myself to school, since it sort of feels like if I try, I might do something real bad instead!

I don't know. I just. I am taking this every morning in am attempt to be, like, functional:

...which is kind of depressing me in and of itself especially considering I take another 2000+ mg of various meds before bed, too.

And it doesn't even feel like it's doing anything! At all! I guess my anxiety is at its usual "bad" level instead of my unmedicated "unmitigated disaster" levels, but that doesn't feel like much of a victory when I want to die anyways. Like oh, cool, depression gets to be my predominant emotion instead of debilitating fear, except I still kind of feel the fear, too, at least about the future.

It's getting really bad and I don't know what to do. I feel like I can't fix this, like meds and mental healthcare aren't even making a dent. And in the meantime I'm missing appointments and fucking up my responsibilities and worrying everybody who cares about me and at a certain point it's kind of impossible not to give into the despair. Which also sort of poisons my ability to feel good about anything positive that does happen. I'm starting training for two incredibly cool jobs this week, and all I can think about is how I'm going to ruin it somehow and end up having to burn my bridges with the folks involved like every other time its happened (which is... more than a few times). Spending time with friends just makes me think about how I'm not getting late assignments done. Same for engaging with my hobbies or personal projects.

And like. I'm still here, I got myself up and going today, but. It's looking pretty bleak.

#mood for today is extremely 'this may not be my grave but it's sure starting to feel like the bastard is lurking around here somewhere'

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gloryride · 6 months

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I'll go this time with: 🖊 Virgile 🖊Enzoliiiiiiinooooooo x)

Of course you ask for them <3

[ask about my ocs]

Sarting with Enzo ♥ I'm going to talk about his relationship with his father. 'll talk about another time with his mother bc he's lucky enough to know them and to get on well with them most of the time. With his father Natale, it's almost a wordless relationship. The former soldier is a quiet man, who doesn't like to make conversation. Enzo has followed his father since he could walk, watching him work with cars, then teaching him, and now they work together. And yet they exchange very few words, just to explain what needs to be done, when one of them needs help, or to go for a break/lunch. The longest conversations are when Enzo comes back from winning a race, but that rarely lasts more than a few minutes. The only time father and son really talk is when Enzo wants to sell the Galena that Virgil left him. It was the first time his father cried in front of him and talked to him about feelings. The second was after Enzo's accident, when Natale thought he was going to lose his other son. But it's also the person he fears most. His father rarely gets angry, just grumbles and moans about little things, but when he does raise his voice, it's best not to be the target. Enzo hasn't always been a model teenager, or an adult, and when he does something stupid, his first thought is for his father. To be clear, he's never beaten him, but just raising his voice is enough. And yet, the two men are accomplices and look very much alike. The way they walk, the way they smoke, the way they lean on a car, the same gestures, the similar styles at camp… words are sometimes superfluous!

And for Virgile, i already told he was hunted by NetWatch after stealing them data. And i found a chapter i wrote in 2021 (and i didn't remember it) where he was finally free ! So here we go :

"It's a fair deal, Mr. Lacroix. Your help on this case, and I'll give up the hunt for Mr. Sarto. I'll classify the case." Valentin, shotgun still pointed at Mosley as much as his steely gaze, addressed the interested party. "What do you think, bro?" Virgile froze in place, unable to answer right away. His best friend proposed a pact with NetWatch against the VDBs, and the exchange currency would be his freedom. Hunted for years, forced to hide, to erase every last piece of data, even to the point of burning down an old lair to escape them, Virgiel could see the end of the tunnel of this nightmare. He had hoped for it, and now that it was within reach, he could not accept it. His Second Heart raced like a real one, his cooling implants activated, but he couldn't stop sweating, drops ran down his back from the nape of his neck, and he wriggled his hands like a child unable to make up his mind. Mosley stared at him, impassive despite the gun pointed at him, waiting for his answer. Valentin finally turned his head too, making him more indecisive. "I don't want you to push yourself on my account," he murmured at last, embarrassed. "Look, I don't like the way they treated me. The Placide, I don't feel him, and you know I don't trust gangs. But you always told me to be careful with NetWatch. Now, I REALLY need you to make up your damn mind!" He took two steps back to approach his buddy. "Don't think about what he proposed. What would be better for me? VDB or NetWatch?" He always knew how to talk to him. When Virgile panicked or didn't know what to do, his choom would offer a pragmatic choice, one he could think about without the constraint of feelings, even if it was hard to get past it this time. So much resentment towards NetWatch and those corpos years … but he'd also worked with Mosley on the VDBs, so he knew a thing or two about their methods and aims. His blue eyes surveyed the room, then settled on the film on the screen, that old western he'd seen dozens of times. He knew the best choice, or at least the least worst. His gaze met that of his best friend, grave but decisive. "NetWatch." Valentin nodded, then turned to Mosley. "Then I accept your deal." "Good!" Bryce typed on his computer and turned it toward the two men, a huge CLASSIFIED logo in front of a document with Virgile's photo. "Sarto, you're a free man."

So finally, Virgile is free during game events thanks to Valentin !

#about : virgile sarto #about : enzo sarto #how i could forget this piece of lore for virgile ? so obvious !!!#and i love enzo/natale relationship #thanks for asking

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gascon-en-exil · 10 months

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In your opionion is there things that Engage did better than 3 Houses or things they did worse than 3 Houses ? if that is the case, which one and why ?

Those are two different questions, and ones that people have been bandying about online for months now. I thought for about five minutes about turning this into a video prompt, but there's already plenty exactly like this on YouTube - plus I'm currently working on way too much as it is.

What FE16 does better than FE17:

In general, character work - I say in general because there are characters I like in Engage and characters I very much don't in Houses, but the more substantive supports and other side interactions in the latter help the cast stand out more. They're also broken up more, so it's easier to focus on the groups you enjoy.

Non-Avatar queerness - So much lovely subtext, so many paired endings. I've done multiple videos centering around them, even. I said in a video a few months back that I dislike how so many of Engage's non-Avatar supports end with bland affirmations of friendship, which in combination with the lack of endings really kills the potential of pairings like Fogado/Bunet and Timerra/Merrin. Dimidue though? When their A support pivots around the word "friend" you just know that it's a euphemism, and that they'll be calling each other that mid-coitus that evening. Throw in around a dozen other pairings who've gotten big based on subtext and you've got a bunch to choose from.

Cozy life sim elements - The Somniel may be more streamlined and its loading screens slightly less agonizing, but the monastery better nails the feel of a persistent hub area - even if its coziness kind of undercuts the tone of the game's second half. This isn't something I'm really into, but I know a lot of fans get into stuff like gardening and fishing and tea time, and the calendar system and (weird) time progression does make Houses feel more like a life sim in contrast to the Somniel and its randomized character loadouts. Also, Engage has way more to grind for if you want to see everything, which is annoying. This is in contrast to...

100% Completion - It may be something only I care about, but Houses goes above and beyond any other mainline FE if you're a completionist. Of course there's the support logs and event gallery and such (features Engage doesn't even manage correctly), but there's also the in-game journal which provides a ludicrous but still doable 100% target in the form of watching a whole bunch of bars fill up very slowly over dozens of playthroughs. This requires so many spreadsheets to keep organized - love it!

What FE17 does better than FE16:

Story originality - Yes, really. Houses's story is three variations on the series standard plot, plus one other option - side with the conqueror -that Fates came up with first. Engage is the least politically-interested game in the series, and it barely even teases at a mundane war between nation before it's back to fighting zombies and collecting rings. Original doesn't necessarily mean good, but at least Engage knows exactly what kind of story it's trying to tell and what it can feasibly expect to do.

Tangible, linear worldbuilding - Engage isn't as ambitious, but it's more successful thanks to more traditional FE worldbuilding tools like talking to NPCs around the world as opposed to gathering them all in hub. The single story also helps keeps everything orderly and easy to understand, rather than going for an unreliable narrator + mystery box approach across multiple routes and half-assing the execution.

The Avatar - No contest here. Alear is an actual character with an identifiable arc, and while it's not the most compelling thing in the world it's leagues ahead of anything Byleth can claim. Byleth is a blank vessel for the player (and also Sothis for a while, lending them some facsimile of a character in the form of her reactions) with a ludicrously contrived backstory to justify why they are the way they are; Alear has fears and development and a backstory that's coherent even if it relies on a fair amount of cliché. Also, even in localization Alear as a god complex fantasy is undeniable, whereas Houses bends over backwards to act like a main source of its appeal isn't teacher-student sex. Speaking of -

Avatar queerness - Again, no contest - not that I especially care. Byleth's same-sex S rank options are limited, while Alear can give their not!engagement ring to every character regardless of gender, a huge step up in open-ended self-insert romance that gets mostly overlooked because they can also give the ring to preteens.

Understanding of FE's camp appeal - The above only underlines how much better Engage can be when it comes to the campy and the tasteless. From the ridiculous outfits to the Emblem stuff being compared to Saturday morning cartoons or Power Rangers or such to Zephia/Zelestia to the AU dragon incest wank nonsense, Engage wears its silliness on its sleeve. Houses doesn't totally lack that element, with stuff like the Proper Conduct Tournament and Manuela's...everything, basically, but like the teacher-student fetish it's hidden beneath this veneer of respectability that begins to grate after a while. Most of that is probably just overcorrection for the poor response to that sort of content in Fates, but it obviously didn't stick...not even for Fódlan content in Heroes. Look at the new duo Cathmir, and tell me these characters still aren't being sold on sex appeal aimed primarily at straight men.

Handling of characters of color - Not something I discuss often, but it has to be said. Solm is as developed of any of the other main four nations of Elyos, with just about as much of a role in the story and a presence in gameplay (i.e. you spend around half a dozen chapters there). There are still some oddities, like how the royals and NPCs are all dark-skinned but the retainer characters aren't, but compared to the various periphery nations of Fódlan it's a real standout and actually feels like a part of the world. Sreng is a plot device in Hopes, and even less than that in Houses. Duscur, Brigid, and Dagda basically only exist in relation to Dedue, Petra, and Shamir respectively. Even Almyra, from which we get two playable characters including one of the lords, barely appears at all, and most of Claude's Almyran heritage is left out of his writing because he spends the whole game disguising his identity.

Standard gameplay - I play on Normal and freely abuse time rewinding so my opinion here isn't going to be held in any regard, but go check out anywhere Engage is being discussed online and you'll see tons of tier lists and comparisons of builds and chapters and Emblems and whatever else. You know, the things that people ordinarily talk about when it comes to FE, and not -

Less enabling of toxic fandom elements - The inbuilt faction drama in a faux-serious war story, the continued growth of the anti phenomenon first seen when Fates was current, and a years-long global pandemic fostered endless division and conflict that persists to this day. It somehow even continues a year after the release of Hopes, now in the form of bashing Engage because it didn't sell as much (while still talking about its gameplay way more than I could ever bother, go figure) and IS is being more conservative with its Heroes appearances. There's still pointless nonsense to argue about here - like the aforementioned incest wank - but there's far less of it in a linear story that doesn't encourage players to latch as hard onto their favorites.

Non-100% replay value - Related to the gameplay, if you're not going for all the supports/bonds/achievements there's much more variety you can pull out of repeat playthroughs of Engage via the standard ways to mix up your runs in FE: using different characters, allocating resources differently, limiting yourself in certain ways etc. Houses's gameplay is so freeform and has such clear best options that for replays you're relying on the story...and there's exactly four stories. Worse, White Clouds is almost the same regardless of house, and there's a bunch of crossover content among the Part II routes as well, even Crimson Flower, which leads to it all feeling quite repetitive even if the narratives technically go to different places.

Nostalgic throwbacks - Not only the Emblems, but also the many legacy paralogues. These were a fun element of Awakening and Fates's DLC, and it's nice to see them brought back here with a bunch of callbacks for fans of those older games. Houses has...its batch of DLC classes all coming from Awakening, and the Archanean regalia appearing as random drops. Oh, and probably the least notable playable version of Anna ever.

Absurdly cute mascot factor - Could have talked about this under the camp factor, but some players get really into how adorable Sommie is. It's a fount of memes and goofy videos if nothing else. Is IS taking notes from Pokémon?

And yet I still prefer FE16 overall, because it better caters to my specific interests (gay stuff that doesn't involve Avatars, spreadsheets). The years of fandom toxicity are unfortunate, but I've grown accustomed to laughing at it when it amuses me and ignoring it when it doesn't.

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