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artsy-hobbitses · 9 months

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So you already have ttb anime opening songs list. Do you have a ttb anime closing songs list as well?

Follow up from here for those curious!

SEASON 1 (Pre-War) Ending: Fukisusabu kaze no naka de by WAG (Gensomaden Saiyuki)

Running along the edge of the cliff We decide not to look back Not speaking even one word Always without repentance Looking up at the sky The pouring rain falls down And as we wonder if it had let up It starts falling again on our heads If we stir up our emotions, We can easily determine our dreams Determine our love, Our friends, our lives In the midst of the raging wind Can I really throw away my pride? The colors of regret and truth Make my heart dance In these revolutionary days, I Always want to stay with you!

I feel like I don't need to explain the reason behind this choice on the account of it sounding like a Badass Ikemen Quartet and the HYSTERICAL amount of MegOP in. If you want men enthusiatically belting out Gay Subtext devotion-in-love-and-friendship rock type themes, Saiyuki's been doing that since the early 2000s. This theme is so Barricade Boys I'm slapping it on any modern iteration of Les Amis de l'ABC. (Also I have Lambros on my mind and it WILL NOT STOP just imagine them, Hotrod and Bee on vocals)

SEASON 2 Ending: Uso by SID (FMA Brotherhood)

Say, the sky we saw that day, That scarlet sky Do you remember it from that day? We made a promise and a vow While the early summer wind circled us And we clung close together Your forced smile Holds elongated shadows I pretend not to notice and continue on All the while waiting for you To deliver some news at the table Empty nights and mornings that will never arrive I could see them from a mile away Say, the sky we saw that day, That scarlet sky I'm sure you'll remember it one day While holding the promise we couldn't keep We take our first steps down out own paths

A narrative follow-up from the blow-out between the Rebellion in Season One, who are now divided into the Decepticons and the Autobots. Do you remember our promise and what we fought for? I'm sure you will some day, says OP, even as we walk different paths now.

SEASON 3: Ending: Mind Game by Tamaki (Tiger & Bunny)

I daydreamed in a corner Of the city stained ash-gray And somehow I started pondering My raison d'etre But I never know myself & dreams & truth anymore, anymore… more… In this wretched world, I asked myself, "Just what can I do?" Because I got the feeling that your smile taught me that Pain like discovering the light touched me: Yes, that's the feeling I got In order to attain an ephemeral dream by their own hands, All people lose sight of even eternal truth The one who gave light to the indelible, sad tomorrow Was none other than just one (I want to believe) We can share both the past and the future, always!

Rung (Past) and Sari (Future). Also fourth stanza is very Sari to Isaac. Also Drift/Ratchet, as Drift defects to the Autobots this season.

SEASON 4 Ending: Every Heart by BOA (Inuyasha)

Tell me babe How many times I've shed my tears? Every heart Every heart is not a gentle one Why can't I I can never share my loneliness? Every heart doesn't know what to say or what to do Was afraid of darkness cause I felt like I was left alone So I prayed for help to a distant million stars Round and round the planets revolve around the sun And they always seek after love and peace forever more Growing, growing whoa baby we can work it out Look up at the sky, every heart is shining on today

'Every heart is not a gentle one' feat. Sunstreaker/Sideswipe's blowout, Windblade and Starscream's sort-of-relationshing angst (as Starscream tries and fails to show her that the man she believes still lives inside him---that hopeful senator from the past---is dead, when he UGH falls into the trap of being a Decent Man)

Also a lonely LONELY season feat. Mirage with Hound Missing and his Ironhide-induced crisis.

Last stanza hitting the 'Autobots rebuilding On Griffin Rock And Finding Reasons To Hope For Tomorrow Even As It Gets Ever Harder' mood.

SEASON 5 Ending: Alone by Mikuni Shimokawa (Gensomaden Saiyuki)

All of the people coming and going Bear heavy burdens, Searching for tomorrow Within the heat haze wavering in the distance Feelings like sand Falling through my hands… Back then, the words that pierced my heart Suddenly started to throb with pain, but… I've searched for pieces of myself, counting the endless nights all the while. These feelings are becoming so certain I almost lose myself Right now, without fail I will walk forward However far

Because I REALLY wanted to end on this BEAUTIFUL note and it's my series kfhsdgfjsdgfjsfh but seriously:

First stanza encapsulates how the war has affected everyone, Decepticons and Autobots alive, who are now working together and genuinely had always wanted a better tomorrow for everyone.

"I've searched for pieces of myself" stanza, like literally 85% of the cast is in goddamn pieces at the moment and are holding on by their Nakama Thread. It's everyone--Megatron, Mirage, Starscream, OP himself, RUNG, the Lambros, Drift, YOU NAME IT.

This version of the song will be used over the finale itself which will show rebuilding efforts/how the cast is doing post-war. Stuff covered will be, among others:

Sideswipe waking up from his coma and his garbled proposal to Strongarm

Windblade visiting Starscream in prison as she tries to comfort Starscream who's messy snotty crying in happiness that she finally managed to pass a bill to outlaw the creation of new CCs so no child will ever go through what he went through.

OP reading/writing with Megs who's in prison.

Laserbeak and Soundwave helping Ravage with his physical therapy as he slowly regains use of his legs.

Wreckers and Springer visiting Kup's grave with Dakshi who is now Springer's dog.

Hound introducing Mirage to his parents

Prowl front row at Jazz's concert.

Bee and Co finally get their degrees.

Lightbright exploring the universe with her new Titan

A decorated mural of the Autobots and Decepticons who died in the final battle against Unicron.

#Inbox #Humanformers AU #TTB

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irbcallmefynn · 5 months

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Poll results are in! Euphi lore time!

When someone is a "Protogen", that's not their birth species. They could've been anything. A dog, a cat, a fox, a snake, a bear, a shark, whatever. Some may still identify as what they were born as. Others might not. Sometimes someone may have suffered a severe injury, or had a debilitating birth defect that makes life for them hard. When that happens, they may, if they choose, be augmented into a Protogen. Replaced limbs, digital faces, even completely mechanical organs. Different Protogens may be differing levels of mechanical. Some may have just needed a prosthetic arm, others may need their face replaced. Some may not even look like anything is mechanical at all, since it's just organs that were replaced. Euphi is one of those who are more machine than meat.

300 years Before Present. In a long gone country deep in the frozen North. The medic of a field expedition team, Euphi [LAST NAME REDACTED], has been missing for 14 hours. Being missing for that long in an environment such as this is almost certain death. She was found, half a mile from camp. Nobody knows what happened to her. Well, nobody still alive, anyway. But we do know that Euphi's face, arms and upper legs were unsalvageable. Her organs had almost completely failed, being kept alive by a weak, panicked heart. Given that it's the medic currently in need of immediate care, all the team could do was try and stabilize her until an extraction team could be brought in to save her. Bandages, CPR, splints, keep her in a sterile environment. They weren't trained for this, but you pick some things up. Plus, everyone is supposed to know how to cover a wound.

Help arrives. Euphi is still alive, barely. There's no time to wait to reach a hospital, she needs help now, on the helicopter. A temporary "face" is attached. Just enough to stop the pain, let her breath, get some words out. She can't see, can't emote. The voice is monotone.

Her memory is practically gone. She knows her name, her personality is intact, she always was a little overprotective, and she's still trying to act like everything is fine. But it's not. Nothing is fine. The only working organs she has are her brain, heart, and lungs. Just enough for her to live right now, but that's not going to last. She can't remember where she is, what she does, who anyone is, her childhood, her medical training. She's back to square one.

They land at a hospital. Which one? Doesn't matter, it's long gone now. New arms are needed, reattach the lower legs, it's easier to reattach them when the pelvis is metal too, is that ok? That temporary face has served her well, but this one will work better. Those old, dead organs? We need to replace those. These new parts can be powered much the same way as the originals, so a digestive system will be needed. Make a new way to dispose of bodily waste. Water isn't safe for these parts, so bathrooms are a dangerous place. You can repackage waste from the body as a biofuel. Clear out the dangerous stuff, expell it as a gas, the rest goes back in, like eating the same food 3 or 4 times in a row.

She'll need therapy. She's traumatized, she's confused, she can barely walk. Years pass, she's doing better. She can walk, she's at least recalled her medical training, she can go back to work. But her work isn't needed anymore. You don't need to go on expeditions when the world is fully mapped! Isn't the GPS incredible?

Something's off. It's been what, 30 years since that day? She hasn't aged a bit! Not that you could tell, there's not much organic stuff to age. She's gotten some part upgrades since then. New hands for better dexterity. A new face, this one has a clearer voice! She's developed a strong attachment to her heart. It kept her alive when nothing else could. If you asked Euphi, this is when She/Heart started to feel right.

Another 40 years. The original doctor that saved heart is dead. That expedition team is mostly dead. Euphi is same as always. Something's not right. Those mechanical bits have more or less taken priority in this body. More machine than mortal, and that means?

Immortality. Euphi won't be aging anymore.

Another 30 years, that country was absorbed into another. 100 years, nobody alive has met Euphi before. Faces pass, lovers are born, die, and new ones fill their place. Euphi has never known what it's been like to meet someone even half heart age. It's lonely. At least life isn't hard when you've got disability benefits from the government, plus your old money from back then.

Today. Well, maybe a month ago? It's hard to keep track of time when a day for you feels more like a second. Relaxing in a bar, buying drinks for people she's only known for a few minutes, with money worth magnitudes more than she remembers. This 1 Dollar note is worth 2 million? Well I guess it is kinda old.

Someone walks in. Two people actually. A wolf, angry and confused. A bird-thing. The bird immediately starts flirting with the bartender. Where's the wolf's mouth? Someone approaches the bird, pulls a knife. Uh oh, this could get-

Where's that guy go? Did the wolf always have that sandwich? People clear out. It's just those two, and Euphi. A conversation.

Abandoned by your family? On the run? You're half-demon? Wait how old are you? 180!? Funny, I'm actually somewhere around 350! Oh so that's where your mouth went.

From another planet? Oh, your an Avali! He/They gotcha. Never went to school? You poor thing!

She's found them. Someone she can really relate to, in a way, and someone who could use some help. She worked as a teacher for a good 40 years, plenty of time to get degrees when you aren't dying any time soon.

And, well, I think we have an idea of what happens from here.

#long post #oc lore #kinda dark

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Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko) X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1109

Requested: Anon

Request: If you're ever running low on requests I got you kinda my thinggggg. Anyways could I request a Miriko (and any other characters that you may want to add) x preferably male reader that got taken hostage for about two years by an underground organization and came back a completely different person than they once knew?

Rumi had long since given up on ever hearing from or about you. You had disappeared two years ago and they had lost the trail of the organization that had taken you hostage, they never made any demands or gave a ransom so it was clear that they had wanted you at the time and she had failed to get you back. She could never think of any reason that they had wanted you, you weren’t a hero, you did have a strong quirk but you never really used it to no one knew of it, you were often mistaken for quirkless.

After 2 years she finally did hear something though, it came from Hawks who informed her that he had managed to get a hold of someone that he thought she might want to see, he was being coy and refused to give a name over the phone, her curiosity got the better of her and she ended at Hawks’ agency so that they could go to Tartarus. When hey got there they already had whoever they had come to see in the room waiting for them “Bird brain your back! I assume you want to ask me more questions, you being reinforcements this time?” She couldn’t believe her ears, she hadn’t heard your voice in so long and when she looked up she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Oh sorry that was rude, Keigo right?” “How do you know that?” He asked through gritted teeth. “As soon as you connect to the network you know everything.” You winked. “His quirk allows him to use any electronic connection to control devices or collect information from them.” Rumi spoke up. “Are you really just going to out me like that?” You asked, eyes moving over to her and you didn’t even seem to falter, she would have said that you didn’t recognise her if it wasn’t for the smirk that sat firmly on your lips and the spark in your eyes. “What happened to you?” She asked as she walked closer, you leaned forward in your chair and shrugged. “Some call it reformation, I call it adapting.” You answered leaning back in your chair “oh full disclosure I have 5 escape plans 3 of them involve letting every person in this place out so don’t piss me off too much alright?” “You can’t get out, those cuffs-” “Are defective.” You shook your wrists and the cuff fell off “but I have like half an hour to kill so ask your questions.” “Who took you?” Hawks asked and you looked at him. “Doesn’t matter they aren’t alive anymore.” You answered resting your chin on your hand as you smiled, it was soft and it reminded Rumi of some of the more domestic memories she had with you. “You killed them?” Hawks asked. “Of course I did.” You rolled your eyes “it took a lot of planning to take out a group that big but I did it.” “Are you expecting praise?” Hawks asked. “Not from you.” You smirked as your eyes moved to Rumi “you remember you told me that strong people rely on no one but themselves? Guess I’m pretty strong now.” “That’s not what I meant, don’t you want to come home?” She asked. “Hun if I wanted to come home I wouldn’t have bothered climbing the criminal ladder.” You sighed as you looked at the glass behind them “times up.” you disappeared the only evidence that you had been there at all was the smoke and the scorch mark on the floor.

“You took your time.” Dabi glared at you as you climbed into the car on the other side of the bridge to Tartarus. “Well you guys were the ones that wanted the plans for the prison, it took longer than I thought considering I had to hide what I had taken.” You argued. “Mm. Did you enjoy seeing your girlfriend again?” Dabi asked as Spinner started the car. “Would you enjoy seeing dear old dad again?” You asked and his gaze hardened still. “Be careful I could still kill you, whether you're part of Redestro’s trusted group or not.” Dabi warned. “Yeah and if I was scared of death I would have stayed in prison.” You passed him the USB with the plans that you had stolen before disappearing again.

Rumi looked at the space that used to be occupied by you “I thought that seeing you would have helped him.” Hawks sighed as the door opened revealing the police officers that were watching the exchange. “He's too far gone now.” Rumi answered. “You don’t think that we can bring him back?” Hawks asked. “Why did he stay so long if he didn't want your help?” “I don’t know… He’s not the same man that went missing 2 years ago, I don’t know anything about him, what he does and the way he thinks is nothing like the person that I lost.” Rumi answered. “So what? You’re giving up?” Hawks asked. “This is the closest I’ve been to bringing him home in years of course I’m not giving up.” Rumi pumped her first as she looked at the scorch mark on the floor. “Well then I’ll leave him to you.” Hawks winked “I gotta go, man this is going to be a lot of paperwork.” “Good luck.” Rumi waved him off.

Hawks pulled out his phone the moment that he was high enough in the sky “you get out okay?” He asked. “I’m fine bird brain.” Your voice emitted from the speaker. “I’m back at the hideout.” “Good now stay there, she’s looking for you.” He informed you. “Now who’s fault is that?” You asked. “If I didn’t bring her, it would have looked suspicious.” Hawks argued, he heard you shuffle. “Yeah, yeah whatever but the next time you pull a stunt like that I’ll roast you and feed you to your biggest fans.” You threatened, hanging up the phone. “Pleasure.” Hawks muttered, stuffing the phone back into his pocket.

You leaned back in the chair, the light from the monitors showing you a few agency buildings “lay low.” You mumbled, shuffling through pages on your desk before smiling when you pulled out the file you wanted “I can still have some fun from here.”

*Part 2*

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apocalypticavolition · 9 months

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Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 3: The Peddler

Welcome back to my reread of The Wheel of Time with all sorts of hideous spoilers you should be running away from if you don't want to know them. Run like your britches are on fire, or I guess the opposite of that since if you're on fire you should probably stop.

Anyway, this chapter begins with the Dragon's Fang symbol, which typically symbolizes male channeling, Dragons real and false, and sometimes Darkfriends in these early books. This time around it's probably mostly about the news that's come into town.

The man on the wagon was Padan Fain, a pale, skinny fellow with gangly arms and a massive beak of a nose. Fain, always smiling and laughing as if he knew a joke that no one else knew, had driven his wagon and team into Emond’s Field every spring for as long as Rand could remember.

It is just a wee bit unfortunate that Fain's got the Jewish-coded nose situation, what with him being a merchant and also having a low-key obsession with murdering the current incarnation of Jesus.

Also the joke is he hates you all and hopes you die.

Fain, however, spoke freely if often teasingly, and spun out the telling, making a show to rival a gleeman. He enjoyed being the center of attention, strutting around like an under-sized rooster, with every eye on him.

It's probably this character defect that explains both why he fell to the Shadow and rose so quickly through the ranks to end up a lowkey Forsaken type. Dude probably heard that saying the Dark One's name got his attention and started chanting it under his breath wherever he went to the point that a Darkfriend had to be dispatched just to get him to STOP.

...his friendliness had always been of a peculiarly distant kind, backslapping without ever getting close.

Just practicing for the backstab, that Fain.

He'd be a great villain if in addition to sidestepping fate itself he didn't end up sidestepping the plot. Guess in a series all about fate, doing one is necessarily doing the other. But that's something else to get around to later.

“I had been thinking you were going to stay out on the farm through the whole Festival,” Perrin Aybara shouted at Rand over the clamor.

It's Perrin. I'd be excited about this but... Meh. He's probably my least favorite of the six main characters. I don't hate him but... Well, we'll get there.

Nice of him to finally show up though. (Nice of the show to put him in the mix right away.)

He could easily have pushed through the throng, but that was not his way. He picked his path carefully, offering apologies to people who had only half a mind to notice anything but the peddler. He made the apologies anyway, and tried not to jostle anyone as he worked through the crowd to Rand and Mat.

Note here that Perrin's way is "Do something in the least efficient way possible while offering up a lot of performative bullshit that does absolutely no one any good and is completely ignored anyway." We'll be coming back to this in book four if not sooner.

Rand’s last words exploded into utter silence, catching the peddler with an arm raised dramatically and his mouth open. Everybody turned to stare at Rand.

I dunno, the "protagonist accidentally shouts something that everyone hears due to an unexpected silence" shtick works better when it's genuinely hurtful or embarrassing. You'd think a bro telling someone "We'll talk later," would be the exact kinda shit you'd expect to hear right as it goes quiet at this kinda shindig.

His friends shifted uncomfortably, too. It had only been the year before that Fain had taken notice of them for the first time, acknowledging them as men. Fain did not usually have time for anyone too young to buy a good deal of things off his wagon.

Considering that none of the three of you have the means or reason to buy a good deal of stuff off of the wagon even now, I suspect Fain's interest is based a lot more in the whole hunting you down thing.

“What could be worse than wolves killing sheep, and men?” Cenn Buie demanded. Others muttered in support.

This is a very low-key thing to note in the Jordan Gender Jamboree, but as you'd expect for someone of his age, and not as you might expect for a land that is supposed to be gender neutral and might even be a bit pro-woman (nowhere near as much as real life is pro-man though), the gender neutral term for a person is "man".

“It’s evil times! No one claiming to be the Dragon Reborn for twenty years, and now three in the last five years. Evil times! Look at the weather!”

Gonna be six (add Taim, the unnamed False Dragon of Haddon Mirk, and Rand himself) in as many years in just a few months. Everyone except the dude who confused the DR with the DO is being pretty reasonable despite the general sense that they're being a bit panicky. Life's about to suck for you people.

“I didn’t hear Fain say this was a false Dragon. Did you? Use your eyes! Where are the crops that should be knee high or better? Why is it still winter when spring should be here a month?”

Again, Cenn Buie isn't quite as wrong as the narrative tries to play him off as. Logain ain't the real deal but he and the weather are portents of the end of the age.

A stunned silence fell. Rand looked at his friends. Perrin seemed to be seeing things he did not like, but Mat still looked excited.

This is dramatic irony because of course Perrin will be the kinder friend when it turns out Rand can channel and Mat will be a little racist about it. Though Perrin does dip out sooner while Mat stays to be helpful as long as he can.

“Enough of that from you, boy.” Cenn shook a gnarled fist in Ewin’s face. “Show a proper respect and leave this to your elders. Get away with you!”

And here's where Cenn veers back into the unequestionable dick category. Ewin's also got a point, and the narrative and Moiraine will be answering his question ("Why would a man channel if the taint ensures a fate worse than death?") soon.

“A party of them has ridden south from Tar Valon. Since he can wield the Power, none but Aes Sedai can defeat him, for all the battles they fight, or deal with him once he’s defeated. If he is defeated.”

And this right here is the driving force behind all of the societies of the Third Age (and one of the subtle indications that the AoL wasn't all that great, because they're actually mid-tier in their answer and below the modern west): how do you deal with channelers? Sadly, most societies chose to answer with, "Not very well."

That was Wit Congar; he hunched his shoulders at the stares some of the others gave him, but he held his ground.

Wit's priorities check out. Logain's in Ghealdan, which is close but not so close as to be an immediate threat. Daise is right here in town and she's already pissed and she wants her fucking pins.

Aes Sedai and wars and false Dragons: those were the stuff of stories told late at night in front of the fireplace, with one candle making strange shapes on the wall and the wind howling against the shutters. On the whole, he believed he would rather have blizzards and wolves.

This isn't quite dramatic irony because on the whole Rand's opinion never changes. Dude wants blizzards and wolves instead of the crap he has to deal with the whole damn time.

“Not if it means Aes Sedai here, either,” Rand added. “Or have you forgotten who caused the Breaking? The Dragon may have started it, but it was Aes Sedai who actually broke the world.”

Way to pass the buck, Mr. Dragon.

But I think a lot of the fandom forgets about this misconception when they're confused about why people are so mistrustful of Aes Sedai. The average person doesn't fully parse that "dude Aes Sedai went crazy and fucked the planet," they miss that first word and so in many ways Tar Valon is a potential powder keg in their eyes.

“What kind of need would be great enough that we’d want the Dragon to save us from it?” Rand mused. “As well ask for help from the Dark One.”

Answering your own question there, aren't you?

“Burn me!” Mat growled. “I’m only telling you what the guard said.”

Sorry Mat, I have to side with Perrin here and I never like not taking your side, but the last few years have taught me pretty well that people who repeat bullshit are just as much of a problem as the bullshitters.

Mat’s grin broadened. “It was last spring, just before the cutworm got into his fields and nobody else’s. Right before everybody in his house came down with yelloweye fever. I heard him do it. He still says he doesn’t believe, but whenever I ask him to name the Dark One now, he throws something at me.”

It's rough being an atheist in a world where at least one sort-of deity is perfectly happy to fuck you up, isn't it Bili?

Nynaeve al’Meara stepped into their huddle, the dark braid pulled over her shoulder almost bristling with anger.

Nynaeve! <3

It's going to be so wonderful when you put the sticks down and start beating people with the power of your soul instead, though. I can't really approve of a society where anyone, man or woman, is allowed to walk around beating people, even if it's someone as wonderful as Nynaeve is going to be.

Egwene stood a few paces behind the Wisdom, watching intently. Of a height with Nynaeve, and with the same dark coloring, she could at that moment have been a reflection of Nynaeve’s mood, arms crossed beneath her breasts, mouth tight with disapproval. The hood of her soft gray cloak shaded her face, and her big brown eyes held no laughter now.

And the last of the EF5 appears! Egwene's a really interesting character because of how well she throws herself into whatever culture she's in, so it's only natural that she starts out aping Nynaeve perfectly.

At the best of times he was never very nimble with his tongue when talking to any of the village girls, not like Perrin...

It's the first appearance of the fandom's favorite running gag. All three of the boys are absolutely convinced they're the worst at talking to girls. I think the narrative wants to suggest that they're all mostly alright at it except under big pressures, but I take a different tack: they are all equally awful at it and so wool-headed they don't understand that their best buds are just as bad as they are.

"...If I know them, they’re asking all the wrong questions and none of the right ones. It will take the Women’s Circle to find out anything useful."

This is taking the battle of the sexes really almost too far just because I can't possibly understand what questions Nynaeve thinks are wrong or unasked.

“Will you dance with me tomorrow?” That was not what he had meant to say. He did want to dance with her, but at the same time he wanted nothing so little as the uncomfortable way he was sure to feel while he was with her. The way he felt right then.

It's too abrupt a segue, he's lucky Egwene likes teasing him or she'd never have said yes.

Somehow, it had never occurred to him that she would reach marriageable age at the same time that he did.

It is pretty odd! Egwene is two years younger than he is and generally the sorts of societies where girls are eligible younger instead of at the same time are patriarchal ones where they're traded around like livestock. With livestock, when dowries are involved.

A proper egalitarian society wouldn't be rushing girls into adulthood and marriage sooner, especially since at 16 plenty of them will still be physically maturing. (And note that even at 18 both sexes are still mentally maturing.)

Egwene gave an exasperated sigh. “Well, maybe I’m strange, too. Maybe I want to see some of the places I hear about in the stories. Have you ever thought of that?”

Since I'm going to give Jordan lots of gender-related shit, I will give him props for having a story where the boys all really wanna stay home and not deal with epic adventures while the main girl is desperate to set out, see some interesting sights, and make something of herself in the process. It's a good and universal motivation and more fictional women need it!

“Of course I have. I daydream sometimes, but I know the difference between daydreams and what’s real.”

Not for long you don't! Of course, Egwene won't either due to her T'A'R habits. Really, by the end of the series both of you will have come to the independent conclusion that the world of dreams is the baseline, true reality while the physical world you inhabit is just a collective daydream everyone's having.

“That wasn’t what I meant. I was talking about me. Egwene?”

No Rand, you definitely were talking about both of you. You really are bad with the ladies and in this fight Egwene is not being silly at all to take offense to your words. Maybe you should see if Tam can buy a dictionary off of Fain while he's here so you can perfect your rhetoric.

“So he believed you,” Rand said, but Perrin shrugged.

Luhhan never gets the attention that Tam does, but he's definitely a good father figure. Bonus points to him for not ever dying or nearly dying.

“And you’ve been spreading these tales. Sometimes you have no sense, Rand al’Thor. The winter has been frightening enough without you going about scaring the children.”

One of Egwene's more unfortunate character flaws is her tendency to see the worst in all of her friends whenever the opportunity arises. I'm probably going to discuss this too because I have very complicated feelings about her - when she's aces she's aces but... Well, being snippy at Rand here is not the worst of what's to come. Frankly, Rand doesn't even get her at her absolute worst.

...the door of the inn opened and a man with shaggy white hair came hurrying out as if pursued.

Hooray for Thom! With his arrival, we've seen the entirety of the main TEotW party, though there's still several more main characters this book is going to introduce (and really we don't stop meeting mains until like book 9). Sadly, this is the end of the chapter, so I'll be stopping here.

Next time: Queen Elizabeth II! Sally Ride! Advice columnists no one remembers anymore! Nuclear annihilation! Stuff happening contemporaneously with the narrative instead of occurring some ten thousand years prior!

#let's read #wheel of time #the eye of the world #wot spoilers #wheel of time spoilers #rand al'thor #tam al'thor #mat cauthon #perrin aybara #egwene al'vere #nynaeve al'meara #padan fain #thom merrilin

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mishkakagehishka · 1 year

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So, I don't have any interesting snippets to share, so have the entirety of "Get wybie'd punk" (working title) and a paragraph from "Mika on the floor AGAIN" (also working title). These are WIPs, obviously, so they suck a lil, but that's to be expected considering I didn't even proofread them, let alone edit. Mika getting tortured under the cut <3

Get wybie'd punk (slight body horror, Shu sews Mika's mouth shut. 801 word)

Mika awoke for the second time that day strapped to a flimsy metal chair in a dark bedroom illuminated by a single candle. As the drowsiness faded from his system, allowing adrenaline, and fear, to replace it, he frantically looked around the room, all the while struggling to free his hands - which were securely bound with rough rope behind the chair's backrest. In his struggle, he barely noticed that his torso was tied to the chair, as well as his legs to the chair's own legs. He was entirely incapacitated, incapable of anything. Neither moving his hands nor legs, no wiggle room, no chance to break free. The panic was setting in, and it didn't help that the room was still far too dark for him to see anything. Mika couldn't even remember how he got there, or when he fell asleep, but the dizziness and nausea he felt clued him in to it not being a result of simple fatigue.

It was when he heard footsteps nearing his way that he truly started panicking. His throat dried up, pulse quickening until he could barely hear himself think over the pounding of his heart. He began whining, almost subconsciously, as he worked harder at trying to set himself free. Tears blurred his vision as he bounced on the chair, grinding his hands against the ropes until it burnt, until skin broke, but still, he made no progress. And he, in his frustration, made a more sudden movement - trying to push himself backwards - and the chair fell over. "Ow-ow-ow…" he whimpered, cheek and shoulder having made painful contact with the hard wooden floor. "Tsk," came a voice from the direction of the footsteps, "You're so clumsy, Kagehira. It is entirely inelegant." "Oshi-san!" Mika was, to say the least, overjoyed to hear Shu's voice. Shu could help him. Shu would help him. "Oshi-san, thank goodness y're here…! Can ya untie me? Please…" Shu hummed, grabbing the chair's backrest before setting it upright again. And Mika smiled at him, expecting him to walk around and to begin undoing the ropes, but… he never did. "I don't like how you have been behaving these last few days."

"Wh-what do ya mean…?" His smile turned into an awkward grimace, before it fell entirely. In the flickering candlelight, a needle glimmered in Shu's hand. He was threading it, with a vibrant red thread. Mika shifted (as much as he could) in his seat. "Oshi-san, what's that for? What're ya… can ya please untie me…?!" It came out a lot more desperate than he'd wanted to, like a whine, a plea. "You've been talking back so much. Just yapping, on and on and on, complaining about your master's decisions. Do you still not understand that defective dolls such as yourself have no right to an opinion? Much less to voice one." When the thread was finally through the needle, Shu's eyes focused on Mika. The cold stare made shivers run down his spine, and he instinctively tried to cower away, tried to hunch in on himself and make himself appear smaller. "Maybe if I sew that mouth of yours up, you'll learn to behave." "That… that ain't funny, please don't joke 'bout-" He was interrupted as Shu grabbed his jaw with his free hand, squeezing painfully. "N'ah?! L-let go!" Once more he began thrashing about, trying to turn his head away, but Shu's grip only tightened. "Stop struggling. It'll hurt less if you stay still. You don't want me to make a mistake I'll have to correct, do you, Kagehira?" "This ain't funny no more…!" Mika was still in denial. His eyes refused to focus on the needle, lest he faint, and instead he looked Shu in the eyes. And Shu looked serious.

Shu's hand travelled from around Mika's jaw to under his chin, from where he kept his head in place while still keeping the area around his mouth available. And before Mika could even process anything else, the needle pierced the corner of his lower lip. He let out a shriek, hands desperately trying to break free of the binds and push Shu away, but all his struggles did was further the pain - his wrists were bleeding by now if the cold wetness on them was anything to go by."I told you to stop struggling. Bite your tongue if you must scream." Shu scolded. As if he was completely unaware of the pain Mika was in, blood dripping from the newly formed hole. Mika shook like he had a fever, and he was looking at Shu with such a disappointed gaze. As if he couldn’t believe what he was doing. "Don't look at me like that," Shu accentuated by piercing his upper lip, pulling the two holes together with thread, "You brought this onto yourself."

Mika on the floor AGAIN (this has no plot, just Mika getting stabbed in the gut and struggling with taking the knife out, so I didn't feel like giving the whole (short) wip until I figure out a good context for it. 239 words)

He babbled, delirious from the bloodloss, as he let his upper body fall. One sweaty hand still wrapped around the knife in his middle, and an equally sweaty forehead kissing the floor. He wept, salty tears making it hard to see. Mika's hand was nearly numb, tingles going through his joints, making it that much harder to grasp the knife, but he did his best. He wanted it out of his body. But pulling it out was almost as painful as putting it in, and it took all his willpower to bear the pull he felt in his flesh, the renewed tearing of his insides as he struggled.

With the first few centimetres, he gasped, his other hand grasping at the floor desperately. Taking it out further, he grit his teeth, groaning and squeezing his eyes shut. Pained moans and gasps accentuated by the slimy saliva that gathered in his mouth. And a whimper, a yelp, as he finally pulled it out completely. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he wheezed, gasp after gasp escaping his throat as he sputtered. Blood spurting out, gushing from the now open wound that his hand desperately tried to cover, to press onto. Not that it helped. The blood soaked through his shirt, dripping, leaking between his fingers. He strained to keep himself conscious, fingers clutching his shirt as he desperately rasped for air. It was getting so hard to breathe.

#wip #ensemble stars #mika kagehira #body horror tw #<- mild but still #my writing #shu itsuki

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gomagopowerrangers · 1 year

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heyyy could you infodump a bit about your oc (arizona)? mostly abt arizona and CT's relationship but anything abt Arizona's personality is good too :3

U. i gotchu bro :P

this is goin under a read more bc im not gonna fill any1’s dash lmao

SO. Agent Connecticut! his mom (he considers her to be like his mom)! design wise, completely unintentional that they both style their hair to cover the right side of their face, but hey it works out :D

when it was revealed Zone was, in fact, NOT an adult, it was frequently brought up that he looked similar to two Freelancers, York and CT. it made things somewhat awkward between Zone and CT. during PFL (esp b4 the break in) Zone was more shy and stuck with Maine, but still very much a little shithead fucks around and finds out. CT

CT goes on missions with Zone to get her rank up on the leaderboard, but does warm up to him after a bit, and they eventually do form some kind of mother-son bond (even if CT is 5’4 and Zone is 5’8 and she has to look up at him a bit). CT and Zone get closer, and Zone eventually tells her that he doesnt trust the Director, even after hes given him his position as an Agent, and tells her that he sees ghosts in the places he’s been. this makes CT go “oh shit”. CT vaguely mentions what will eventually happen in S10 EP2 (her defecting), but doesnt tell him a lot because he’s still pretty close with a good chunk of Freelancers that would absolutely rat her out.

CT defects to the Insurrection. Zone is in denial because, well yes he was somewhat warned, he didnt expect it- plus his mom just fucking left without a hint**.

during the planning of the shipyard mission, he was interrogated by the Director and Counselor to see if CT has told him anything (she hadnt). he wasnt allowed to go on the shipyard mission due to the fact that he would have either joined CT or would let her and the Insurrection Leader to escape.

Zone finds out that Connecticut died. he does not interact with anyone other than Maine and Sigma and blames the Director fully for CT’s death. break-in comes, and Sigma requests Arizona to stay with him and Maine until he successfully gets ahold of Iota and Eta.

(quick note AZ hasnt aged much bc he fucked-around-and-found-out with Wyoming after taking on the Variagrade title, going after Gamma. he got smacked and Wyoming used his damaged-from-an-ambush time distortion and got him stuck as a teenager. he hates it.)

CT’s ghost eventually finds Zone, who reacts with a multitude of emotions, mainly anger and sadness. he was mad she hasnt found him any time before he was the Variagrade, sad that she hadn’t found him until now, yet happy that she had found him. he lets her stay around him, but is a bit resentful, and tries not to show it.

fun bonus fact: CT used to help cut Zone’s hair during PFL . it got longer after she died and during his time with the Meta. Donut, another ghost-seer, currently helps him with tips from CT.

from Zone's toyhouse: C.T. was wary of Arizona at first, but eventually started warming up to him after they began going on missions with each other. C.T. and Zone formed a mother-son relationship, and ended up sharing the idea of bad the Director was. Zone was in denial when she defected, then when C.T. dies, he doesn't interact with anyone other than Maine and Sigma, fully blaming the Director for Connecticut's death.

*AZ, Wash, Donut, and a few other characters can see ghosts. wash spec bc he seems like he doesnt believe in ghosts >:)

**CT knew Maine and other Agents that Arizona was close to would most likely come to hunt them down twice as much, especially with Zone’s enhancements and his status as the resident homicidal teen

PERSONALITY TIME. k. so Agent Arizona B here is a bit emotionally underdeveloped. he doesnt remember anything before the Labyrinth Archives- he lived there for a couple of years at least, which only had worker robots and the occasional hostile pest- and had to relearn some things. he’s introverted, shy (he was WAY more shy during PFL, but slowly gained confidence), and aggressive, especially after the Meta. he was often compared to the (then MIA, but announced KIA) former Agent Arizona by the Director and a few other Freelancers.

he’s self-destructive, stubborn, and a perfectionist. he’s also willing to change, as he joins the Red Team on Chorus and sees himself relaxing more before joining the Rebels. he can go from calmly reading to racing someone if he feels up for it. he’s sarcastic, sassy, and kind of an asshole, but he means well. he’s fairly vengeful, and gets quiet when he’s super mad. on some Freelancer missions where he was particlarly pissed so he said fuck it we ball and managed to get shot but complete the missions (still got points deducted for recklessness; he calls it blind courage)

plz feel free to ask abt other characters relationships with him or anythin else

OR abt the ghost thing bc that plays into his personality a bit

hes a little fucker (affectionate)

#ecto’s haunts #ecto infodumps #ecto answers #this has been on the brain #but yeah #York is like his dad n Maine is the big bro #long as shit #AZ can growl and make clocking sounds like Maine #he doesnt have an ai but hes got dead fuckers #rvb oc #rvb freelancer oc #agent arizona b #agent arizona #float like a moth/sting like a wasp

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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Watch "WHEN GIRLS ARE CARELESS WITH CARS #shorts" on YouTube

This guy got a new car and it's pretty nice it's a higher end Audi or BMW and his girls driving it and and she parked it right there on purpose and she was what do you think like with her in it and he's trying to say baby and she opens the door it looks like he's going to hit the garage and he started screaming and said close the door was from the edge and she's smiling laughing and saying yeah you certainly believe in me and it had a little fight he says you did that on purpose and those were bored as hell you people are mean we can't freaking stand you and we trying to figure out what it is you won't leave us alone you won't go away you do the same thing to him we don't have anything leave you have anything we want just leave and they start saying this won't let you in the business and we can't have you around and keep talking about it and we should do something about what we don't she knows why don't you just leave and he goes oh leave and he got something you don't want to surround and they start to fight and the cops were called because he kept saying why don't I just kill you and they grab them and it was a clone and she was not and he was screaming this I don't know what the hell happened she was going to mess my door up and I started screaming and yelling and what we say is she got it out of you and someone doing in some mistake cuz we're too late and he called because he hates you you're morons his quality of life is nothing and he needs you all dead in order for him to get extra piece of pizza on the table and that's it no you're making stupid s*** up right now said we should keep you for like a year and hit you every time you do that stupid crap. And he knows I'm not responsible for my training and said you are now so I kept him for quite a while few days they couldn't stand it anymore so you just an idiot and it's been programmed they all discovering that too. Well Thor Freya chimed in the last 3 sentences. I'm here to say though my husband wants me to drive his car in a commercial and I want to do the commercial and you can't do anything right now but he wants to be in it and he wants to have others going to be an actor standing and same with me and it's for Briggs & Stratton automobile and I'm the owner of Coleman. So I might do the same thing to him best friendly competition and people will see it we're not knocking each other out and we managed to keep the product clean of defects and problems because of it let me have like a little sporty car and he's going to be coming out of the ritzy place and he pays the attendant not a ton of money and we're doing okay but we don't have a ton of money and I'm in business attire not out on the town attire and he's in a business suit and so he has me drive and it's deliberated woman idea and I like it so I'm going to remember it I'm going to try and get it done and I want people to come forward and want to do the commercial and we're not doing the TV commercials and we don't own the TV stations so we're looking for a TV station that's interested as well

And nothing is he wants to put in a song and he saw this after this clip he wants to put in the song baby won't you drive my car by the Beatles and it'll be playing as we drive away and I like the song and it makes sense and I drove his firebird too he's watching me like a hawk me not at all and then he went to sleep it's scaring me it's too hard to drive and I meant it and he drove it and then home and he said have a good night ma'am and thank you for driving my car and it made me feel real good because he felt good and happy about it it's me taking ownership of something with him

Katia and I can look like her too yeah a little bit better but okay oh I see what you're saying

Zues hehe ok ok hahaha Hera

We approve this and we're going to get it going and we're going to put dealerships out there for these well we already have some and we need the ad to go out so they're going to do the ad and they're going to produce it and direct it and we'll get a secondary producer and director if you have to and we're going to try and introduce it to TV stations we're going to do that now

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bookblogbog · 1 year

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The Last Cuentista

Title: The Last Cuentista

Author: Donna Barba Higuera

Genre: Science Fiction

Audience: Ages 9-12

Summary:

The Earth is ending, the secret colonizing spaceships are ready to take a chosen few to a new Earth hundreds of years away, and there is a fringe group called the Collective glorifying homogeneity as the solution to world peace. Petra, with an ocular disorder that could have prevented her from joining her family on the spaceships, loves storytelling and secretly plans to keep her grandmother’s tradition of storytelling alive on the new colony, but disaster strikes again and again, and the future she wakes up to is not the one that had been planned. The fringe group is now the only group and has destroyed all memory of Earth and individual thought in the name of unity, her family is gone, and she is not supposed to have her memories. Petra must discover what has happened to her family, keep her secrets, and find a way to escape the awful future the Collective has in store for her.

Why I chose this book:

I primarily chose this book because it is the 2022 Newberry Award Winner. Seeing a book with Spanish in the title receive such a high honor is exciting; I don’t remember ever reading a book that integrated Spanish without it coming from a token character or tertiary character. To know that children and teens get to have amazing and well written stories that feature foreign languages and diverse characters as a normal aspect of reading is a gift.

Evaluation:

Aspect 1: The Characters

The protagonist is a 13 year old girl with an eye defect and a love for stories over the highly valued STEM fields that are necessary for the colony’s survival. She breathes life in each of her cuentos, letting the tales transform to the situation and to her audience. She never compromises on her belief that stories will always have a place in humanity, and so she becomes the last steward of Old Earth, carrying the memories and the stories that made up humanity.

Aspect 2: Theme

One of the novel’s main themes is the peril of forced assimilation, and it mirrors the forced assimilation that so many have experienced in America’s history. The author uses a glitch in the stasis machine that allows Petra to retain her memories, thereby allowing her to escape the subjugation that all the children before her have had no choice but to unknowingly succumb to. The only difference between her and the rest of the children is her sight, which is labeled a genetic defect, but may possibly be the reason she still has free will, which adds to theme that differences are to be celebrated and not pulverized.

Aspect 3: Setting

The majority of the setting is on the ship that is taking the colonists to the new planet. However, the ship goes through a complete tranformation, or transmogrification, from when Petra first boards and tours the ship to when Petra wakes up and has to rediscover the ship again. The starkest difference is the presence and the vitality of life in the past to the void that the ship became. This is easily seen in contrasting the middle of the ship. Where once had been a beautiful park filled with nature and the sapling of the largest tree in the world, a symbol for the continuance of life, there was now nothing but white walls, floors, and ceilings. I believe white was chosen not as a superior color but because it was considered empty of color, a blank canvas no one can write on lest they defy the sameness of mind within the Collective. Not even specks were allowed on the walls, with someone within the group always cleaning it. Even a speck, a minute difference, is a threat (an unintentional reference to Horton Hears a Who?). The next place of contrast is the room where they stored the pods for the adults. The image of the pods of people in stasis, waiting for their time to do their duties and start a new life is in contrast to what Petra finds: rows and rows of empty pods that only display messages of the person’s name and their grim fate.

References

Ahokoivu, M. (2021). [Cover of the book The Last Cuentista.]. Retrieved on November 13, 2022, from https://contentcafe2.btol.com/ContentCafeClient/CoverImage.aspx

Higuera, D., B. (2021). The Last Cuentista. Levine Querido.

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saintobio · 2 years

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gojo and his scar, a head canon.

satoru lets out another shaky sigh. it’s the middle of the night and his eyes are burning from exhaustion but he can’t fall asleep. not when his bed is empty again. for the past few nights ever since coming home he’s been in this situation. going to bed, waking up, sitting in the living room, staring at walls, hoping for some kind of answer. getting nothing.

satoru doesn’t understand and he can’t seem to. he doesn’t understand why his wife can’t seem to stand being in the same room as him. can’t seem to understand why people won’t look him in the eye when they speak to him. do they not realize that he can see the way they eye each other? looking at each other the way they do. ‘why are they looking at me like i’ve suddenly come back from the dead?’ he wants to laugh, because it certainly felt like he did. he feels so out of place. he can’t help but feel like a character in a play, one that didn’t receive the script; like he was caught in some twisted soliloquy that he wasn’t aware of.

his stare drops from the wall in front of him and finds it way to his arm. his sleeves had risen up and his throat tightens when he catches sight of the long scar. it was ugly to say the least. jagged, deep, messy. another one of his ‘doesn’t understands’ and he was too tired to even begin to bother himself about the rest of why’s and how’s. all he knew was that his chest ached every time he looked at it. it felt disgusting to him, like a nasty bug stuck to his arm and ever since he left the hospital he’s been committed to wearing long sleeves. he couldn’t bare to look at it. and it hurt, he won’t lie. just a few days ago he was sitting with his son when sachiro caught sight of it and young as he is, he was curious. little fingers reached out to touch it. satoru could still remember that nauseous feeling he got when his son’s hand flinched at the feeling of it and the upset sensation in his chest he had when he saw the furrow in his son’s brow. questions of, “how did you get that daddy?” but he couldn’t answer. he didn’t know.

ever since that day an irrational sort of paranoia started to root deep within him. part of him started to wonder if that was the reason why y/n didn’t want him touching her anymore.

was he disgusting?

satoru knew it couldn’t be the scar. truly, he knew. as ugly as it was, he knew that wasn’t the reason. y/n wasn’t shallow, she wouldn’t be repulsed by something so minuscule as a scar. but his heart still twinged. he felt defected in some way. like he was broken beyond repair; like some spare old scarps of metal that no one wanted or bothered with. satoru himself couldn’t help but feel pathetic. this was the 4th night he’s been in this same spot on the couch, starting blankly at the same wall, wondering the same thoughts. when will it come back? will it ever come back? it all felt dehumanizing in a way. how could he forget something so personal like a memory? something only he can know? he wonders if y/n thinks he’s as pathetic as he feels himself? wonders if she thinks he’s as incompetent as he often does. his heart breaks to think that she thinks he’s the terrible husband he feels he is or the pathetic excuse of a father he often berates himself as. because what kind of father forgets their son’s first steps, first words? their own birth? his eyes start welling with tears.

his impairment felt repulsive. the ugly scar on his arm feels like it’s all over his body, from the inside out, there for everyone to stare and he doesn’t know how to cover it up.

ANON WHATS UR DEAL MAKING ME SOB SO EARLY HHHJHJF :((( i felt this in my bones and it’ll go so well with the next chapter!!! i love this hc thank u for taking the time to write <3

#i loooove how u write!!#🖤: letters to saint #series: sincerely yours

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Can I be greedy and ask for all of the boys ? And any characters you have strong opinions on? Pretty please? With lots of cherries and chocolate on top? ( for the ask meme ofc)

Anon, I'll finish up all of the boys in the Chain just for you. And trust me, I have an Infinite Amount of Strong Opinions. You have no idea how Opinionated I Am.

If anyone is coming in late to this, here are the boys I have done already and a short summary of my thoughts (click the hyperlinks to get the full Opinion):

Warriors: he's best when he's the trashy anti-Link, and I like him so much

Twilight: kind of boring, but I have a soft spot for him anyway because you never forget your first

Wind: should have been aged up a little so that he can have that identity crisis I'm craving

This... gets long. Really long. 3-hours-of-work-long. Before you read, please note that even when I speak negatively about something, it’s not to diss anyone who does like the thing. I’m not vague posting or being passive aggressive. This is all written in good humor and good faith.

That being said, let’s a-go!

-Sky-

What I love about them: He has one of the best character arcs of all the Links. I love that he starts off being lazy and kind of a jerk, but grows as a person because he wants to save his friend. And I love that he's truly the most courageous Link. He has no other successful hero of past or legacy to lean back upon to reassure him. He walked into that fight with Demise with no assurance from anyone that he would succeed. Yet, he does it anyway. Because he's a true hero and someone had to be one. And he's rewarded with a curse that he does not initially take seriously. He thinks he's saved everyone, yet he's cursed his spirit, possibly his bloodline, and his entire legacy of the kingdom of Hyrule into a doomed cycle of destruction. All because he dared to face evil incarnate. I love him.

What I hate about them: You know how I called Twilight boring? I should have saved that critique for Sky. LU Sky is actually the most boring interpretation of his character. All of his negative traits? Gone. All of his positives? Also gone. He's the blandest version of himself, and like Twilight, I now feel like I gotta add some spice to him to make him more interesting while still keeping him recognizable. Even so, he's still one of my favorite Links.

Favorite Moment/Quote: When he kicks Twilight's ass at sword fighting. That's stuff is *chef's kiss*

What I would like to see more focus on: You would think that there would be more angst out there about him realizing that he's actually been cursed, but it's still kind of hard to find. He's the Cursed Knight! The beginning of a terrible legacy! Imagine meeting a bunch of heroes for the first time, and instead of being relieved at having someone who understands your experiences, you're filled with horror at realizing that your victory was a false one. You didn't win. Your spirit will never be at rest. Imagine dealing with that realization for the rest of your life. You could never be at peace.

What I would like to see less focus on: I love that he loves his wife, but he's more just the fact that he's married, y'know? I would like to see a little less blind devotion to Hylia and Zelda, and more complicated feelings about being manipulated into being the hero.

Favorite pairing with: Sun/Link/Groose OT3! I have no reasoning behind this other than I like Groose and Groose definitely had a crush on SkSw Link.

Favorite friendship: I won't answer Groose again even if I want to, so I'll say Warriors. I cannot begin to describe how elite this friendship would be if you gave it a chance. They're just two boys dealing with unique positions of leadership and responsibility. They would probably even bond over being shitheads at different ends of the shithead spectrum. It's so good, okay?

NOTP: Ghirahim. I'm not too adverse to this one, but the ship hinges on whether you can redeem Ghirahim or not. In my opinion, Ghirahim is awesome because he's such a fun villain. Redeeming him ruins the fun.

Favorite headcanon: I have a whole life story planned out for Sky. Basically, he lives to be close to 500 years old by the power of the Triforce. He is the Link throughout the Era of Chaos who banishes the Dark Interlopers to the Twilight Realm and seals the Triforce in the Sacred Realm. He actually seals himself in the Sacred Realm as well to keep the Triforce safe, and he fought Ganondorf in when he broke in. Sky, like Time and Wind, does not get a happy ending.

-Four-

What I love about them: Four is origin of the heroes of Hyrule being known for being children. What a legacy to leave behind. He's such an interesting case of an incarnation of the Hero's Spirit, too. He fought Vaati, and he did his job so well that Demise's next incarnation had to be Ganondorf. Four did his job the best out of everyone, and it came at the cost of creating a magic sword that changed him permanently. I like to think that the Four Sword was not meant to split him, that it was a mistake he made with the design. And it's sad, isn't it? You made a defective sword, and like any good sword, it has a symbolic double edge. It gifted you with so much, and yet he can never be the same again. And his story is never well-remembered because it is overshadowed by the Links who fought the King of Evil. He's does so much, yet his legacy is underappreciated.

What I hate about them: I want to prepare you for this Opinion, because I know it's unpopular. Are you ready? Okay. I don't like the Colors. I'm sorry. I want to like them, but they don't interest me at all. Because they are parts of Four’s personality, they have to be one-note archetypes which does not make for exciting storytelling. I also haven't found a fic yet that has been from Four's POV that did the internal monologue of the Colors in a way that wasn't a pain in the ass to read. Maybe if someone can figure out how to do the Colors in a way that doesn't feel like a drag, I would like them more. But in the end, I think Four himself is more interesting than the Colors.

Favorite Moment/Quote: The fact that he didn't want to touch the Master Sword because he doesn't trust magic swords. That is every I need to know about his opinion on his own adventures.

What I would like to see more focus on: I want more of Four as Four. It's getting harder to find content of Four being his own person first and the Colors second.

What I would like to see less focus on: Four being the Colors first and his own person second. There is something about viewing Four as this cover identity for the Colors that doesn't feel right. There's a balance that needs to be strike between his ability to split, how that affects his every day life, and his own identity of being Four. I think I may have read one fic that hit that sweet spot for me, but still.

Favorite pairing with: Shadow. I'm such a sucker for befriending and falling for the enemy. That is all.

Favorite friendship: Dot! Their friendship is super cute. I like the idea of them being super close when they were younger and struggling to keep the friendship going as they age due to how much their paths in life diverge.

NOTP: This isn't necessarily a Four or an LU problem, but people who ship the Colors together? Bro. C'mon.

Favorite headcanon: I'm torn between two different Four and the Master Sword headcanons. On one hand, Four thinking that the Master Sword is just legend until he meets Sky and everyone else is just a fun idea. He sees the legendary sword for the first time and his mind is blown. On the other hand, I also like my Four with a side of hubris. What if he had the option on his quest to draw the Master Sword himself? What if he could tell that if he did that, the consequences would be terrible. He's not sure what would happen, but he knows it would be terrible. So he decided to make his own sword instead to disastrous results. Wouldn't that be tragic or what?

-Time-

What I love about them: Last winter, I did a two hour powerpoint for my friends about the Legend of Zelda timeline. During that powerpoint, I was rating every iteration of Link. What I said about the Hero of Time then holds true to my thoughts of LU Time now. Time is the original Link, more so than Sky in the lore and Legend/Hyrule in real life. Every other hero is a reflection of him. So the fact that his story is about the loss of childhood and the tragedy of that is incredible, and you can see those themes reflected in every other game. Moreso, he’s the only Link with a confirmed tragic ending. Not only does he end his life unsatisfied, but his adventure is failure on every timeline. In the adult timeline, Hyrule is swallowed by the sea. In the child one, Ganondorf returns again. In the fallen timeline, Hyrule fell. I like the idea since that the games themselves are the legends that are past down about each hero, Hylians have also remembered Time as a tragic figure. Yet, they also remember that the happy moments for his life come from small acts of kindness. Even someone as sad as him finds joy in helping others, even if it’s just to small deeds that will not be heralded as grand heroic quests. It’s beautiful.

What I hate about them: This is more about Mask than Time, but Mask is not an adult in a child’s body. He did not rewind time in Termina enough to be considered mentally an adult. He’s a young teenager at best, and that’s me being generous. He is a child who was forced to be an adult and despite the gods being done with him, he cannot conceive of ever having a childhood again. So he can say all he wants that he’s an adult, but he is not. That’s just what he thinks he is.

Favorite Moment/Quote: Anytime we get a flashback to him being a younger adult is great. I want to see more of his in this his early adulthood.

What I would like to see more focus on: I think I just want more of Time being... not a bad leader, but being an imperfect one. I honestly think he’s only the leader because he’s the oldest and enough of the heroes recognize the title of Hero of Time. But he is not the leader type, and he is struggling to keep it together and has to defer to Twilight and Warriors for help a lot.

What I would like to see less focus on: I’m not the biggest fan of Dad!Time for any of the Links. He’s not emotionally ready for it. And I think he defaults to treating the boys like adults because that’s how he wanted to be treated when he was their age.

Favorite pairing with: Malon. He has this great partnership of equal respect with her and it’s just. So good.

Favorite friendship: Linebeck. I know. This exists only in my head. But if these two ever meet, you cannot convince me that they would not get along swimmingly. It would be so good (once Linebeck gets over his crush on Time and stops hitting on him, of course).

NOTP: Child Timeline Zelda. Let me explain: I fully believe in Bi Time supremacy, and when in OoT, he definitely had a crush on Sheik. However, one of the worst parts of rewinding time and being in the child timeline is that Zelda is a completely different person now. They may have been friends in the other timeline, but her life experiences are completely different now. She is not the same person as he once knew. And it’s tragic to know someone as who they could have been, not as they are.

Favorite headcanon: After Termina, Time spent a lot of time with the Nabooru because out of everyone he knew, she’s the only who took him seriously even as a child. She has big older sister energy, and he considers her a part of his family. However, being treated as such made it easier for him to ignore his issues and put off his healing process by a few years.

-Legend-

What I love about them: Veteran of Heroes! What a freaking title. I love that he keeps on finding adventures, and that he keeps hustling. Even if he complains about never getting a break, you can tell that he loves helping others. He loves being on the road, never settling down, and finding adventure after adventure. Honestly, if any of the Links had a calling to be a hero, it’s him. Is he tired? Sure. Is he a little jaded after having saved Hyrule and a bunch of other kingdoms multiple times? Yes. But at the end of the day, he likes being a hero. This is who he is. His complaining is not genuine; he just plays the martyr because, at this point, he’s earned the right to.

What I hate about them: If you can’t tell by now, I have a, uh, different interpretation of Legend from popular canon. Fandom Legend is not right to me. He is unrecognizable. It is hard to write him because I feel like I have to balance what other people think Legend should be versus how I think he is. The people who are big Legend enjoyers probably feel the same way about my version of Warriors, and that’s fine. I’m not going to gel with every character and I don’t expect everyone to gel with how I see characters either. It’s goes both ways, y’know.

Favorite Moment/Quote: I like how subtly he tried to approach the Wolfie problem at first, trying to ask questions and get more proof before confronting Twilight. It’s a good touch.

What I would like to see more focus on: If I had to choose one thing, it’s this one throw away line about him never wanting to settle down. I’m telling you, folks! He likes his lifestyle! And did you see him when he does presenting the origins of the hero? He’s not bitter about being a hero! Legend is moody, but he is not angsty about the whole hero thing. Have fun with him please!

What I would like to see less focus on: If you can’t tell by now, Legend is my least favorite Link. There is a lot I want to see less of, but just to name one thing, it’s the headcanon that Fable is his sister. I live and die by common born Link, and whether he’s a legitimate heir or the royal bastard, I am more than bored with the persistent Prince!Legend content.

Favorite pairing with: Marin. It’s a good tragic story and I like it well enough. She’s cute, and he’s cute with her.

Favorite friendship: Warriors. I’m with everyone else on these two have peak sibling energy. They tease and pick on each other, but only they are allowed to mess with each other. They’re each other’s bully, and it’s always good to see.

NOTP: I do not have enough energy to have a lot of strong opinions about Legend’s romantic relationships, but I will mentioned that I have lost a lot of love for Ravio recently and am liking seeing him with Legend less and less. I have no better reason for this than the fact that I finally played ALBW and hate how many of my hard earned rupees he’s taken from me by withholding important, lifesaving items. Rat bastard.

Favorite headcanon: Remember my headcanon about him being the coolest bad boy folk hero on the block because everyone thinks he kidnapped Zelda? Yeah, I still stand by that one. I did good there.

-Hyrule-

What I love about them: If there is any Link that I would call a gutter rat, it is this one. I struggle a bit to talk about Hyrule since his games gives us so little, but in the end, I always fall back on him being a hero of the people. He is the one who has nothing and relates the best to people who are at their lowest. Yet, he is still a hero. He earns the right to be a hero because he helped Impa in her time of need. He’s selfless and competent. Even if he never got a traditional education, I bet he’s wicked smart too. He is the Link that symbolizes all of the parts of the Triforce the most. And, god. I cannot talk about him without mentioning the blood sacrifice part of LA. It’s such a cool concept, and I cannot imagine what it must be like to go from being the rough and tumble, win-at-all-costs fighting to protecting yourself first because if you don’t, the consequences are disastrous. It’s paradoxical, and it must be such a different mindset to fall into. But it must also be a blessing in disguise since now he has a reason to finally care about himself.

What I hate about them: Who started the Hyrule is innocent headcanon? Come over here because we need to exchange some words. If there is anyone who would be a realist and know how the world works, it’s this guy. And while we’re here, who came up with the Hryule is always lost headcanon? I also have some words for you. And you know what? WHILE WE’RE HERE, who let him be named Hyrule? I’m have more than choice words for you. His name scheme is the bane of my existence and the express reason why I don’t write him more. God.

Favorite Moment/Quote: That one panel where he takes utter delight in Warriors hiding from his scorned lovers? That is a central pillar in my understanding of Hyrule.

What I would like to see more focus on: Again, his relationship with other people. Even if his games are lacking in NPCs, we know from lore that he’s a good guy who will jump in to help others. He must know plenty of people, and I want to see who exists in his world with him.

What I would like to see less focus on: I have an on-going joke with my brother that certain characters are Catholic, even if Catholicism does not exist in the world of the thing we’re watching or playing. Of course, we’re not being serious. we’re just joshing around. So imagine the gut punch I feel whenever I see people say Hyrule is Christian and realize that they’re being serious. I just can’t take it seriously.

Favorite pairing with: Aurora. It’s cute and I’m a sucker for that hero and royalty dynamic, especially when the hero is a peasant. It’s so cheesy, but I love it.

Favorite friendship: Legend. But not the way everyone else pairs them up as the grumpy one and the sunshine one. I think of it more as them being the pinnacle of boys being boys. They’re shitheads. They do stupid shit together. They both have a dark sense of humor. They joke that they’re practically the same person sometimes.

NOTP: uhhhhhhhhh.... Is he paired with anyone else?

Favorite headcanon: I love the idea that he just likes his way of life and refuses to accept anyone saying otherwise. Legend wants to teach him to read? Sorry, but he’s never had to read before in his life so he’s pretty sure he’ll never need it anyway. Want to participate in the treasured Hylian tradition of piercing your ears when you come of age? Why would he ever do that when a monster could rip those earrings off? He’s stuck in his ways and it frustrates everyone else to no end, but he has no interest in ever changing.

-Wild-

What I love about them: When I was 9, I spent my time online on Legend of Zelda forums. I remember one of my forum friends saying that they wanted a Legend of Zelda game where Link lost. And I think of that friend whenever I think about Wild. BOTW Link is the best Link that has ever been. He is the epitome of every trait we associate with any Link. He’s smart and sassy. He’s hard working and kind. But underlining all of that is the fact that he’s still the one who failed. If Demise’s Curse in SkSw is the set-up, the Great Calamity is the payoff. And I haven’t even talked about how confirming him as being non-verbal before the Calamity does so much for his characterization. I don’t even know where to start or how to articulate it. By game storyline alone, Wild is one of my favorites.

What I hate about them: You guys knew this one was coming, but I’m going to have to say it anyway. Fandom Wild.... not good. I’ve said it for half of these boys so far, but god is it true. I have a way I see Wild that is rarely done in the fandom. Fandom Wild has a lot of the traits I also see in Wild, but to all of the extremes. I will mention one thing in particular as being a pet peeve, and it’s how some people headcanon him as always being nonverbal. I know what they’re trying to do, and I think they’re on to something, but they’re also missing the point of what BOTW Link’s character arc is. I just wish more people would forget fandom and work more off of the games for how to characterize him.

Favorite Moment/Quote: Weirdly enough, my favorite moment is when he got mad at everyone for making fun of his Gerudo outfit, so he dumped Goron Spice in his cooking. It’s encapsulates a part of his character I think a lot of people forget about.

What I would like to see more focus on: I think he has a really complicated relationship with his past. He said himself that his old self felt like a different person, and I think that should be explored a lot more. That idea actually fascinates me so much that instead of CTB, I almost wrote a character study fic about Wild. His emotions are not as simple as feeling guilty about letting his friends die and not preventing the Calamity. His emotions would be so complicated and because I don’t have the time to explore it, someone else needs to do it for me.

What I would like to see less focus on: There is a weird fascination with Wild having memory loss and essentially being like a kid again. And this feels infantilizing to me. It honestly bugs me a lot every time I see it.

Favorite pairing with: I can’t decide between Zelda, Mipha, and Revali. They’re all different dynamics and they’re all good.

Favorite friendship: Paya. I firmly believe that Paya is Wild’s best friend. I am the only one in the world who believes this. But I am also the only one in the world who is correct.

NOTP: Wild is good with everyone. Good for him!

Favorite headcanon: An essential scene of my Wild character study I will never write is one where his horse dies. He goes into shock and walks back to Kakariko to talk to Impa. But once he goes to her, he breaks down in tears and has an absolute melt down over the horse. And Impa sagely says, “It’s not about the horse, is it?” She’s implying that he’s actually mourning the loss of his friends, Hyrule, his life, everything-- but through his tears, he keeps tell her that she’s wrong. He barely remembers them. He doesn’t know them. He doesn’t have any feelings about them. He just really loved that horse. But Impa refuses to listen to him, just repeating over and over again: “it’s not really about the horse.”

And that’s it! That’s all of my opinions! I know a lot of my opinions are polarizing, but everything I said is in good faith, and I am not trying to diss anyone for how they approach these characters.

I welcome you to send me your Opinions on the Links, even if it’s just to disagree with me. I’m cool with it, and I like knowing what everyone else thinks!

#so there are my polarizing opinions #heed my note at the beginning and end about acting in good faith #anyway if you read all of this you are obligated to tell me some of your headcanons and opinions #sorry i don't make the rules except i actually do #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #lu sky #lu four #lu time #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu twilight #lu wind #lu warriors #me rambling #ask #anonymous

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Uneasy Hearts

BUCKY BARNES X READER

No.10 - hospitals (infirmary)

SUMMARY: You and Bucky were on a mission when you got the chest pains you were so acquainted with. Bucky has to help you through it and take you to the tower's infirmary as soon as possible. At the infirmary he also has to comfort you and help you to take the medicine your too afraid to take

WARNINGS: Heart Defect, Talks of dying, Struggling to breathe, Medicine, IV - please let me know if I missed something <3

A/N: This was a requests sent to me and I thought it could work as something for my Whumptober posts as well. I really, really enjoyed writing it and I love all of your requests.

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"West and South wing's clear" you announce through the comms to Bucky. "East and North wing as well, I'll meet you on the Quinjet" Bucky replies. "Uh huh" you acknowledge him, trying to hide the searing pain that has been penetrating through your chest for the entirety of the mission.

The running to the Quinjet didn't help with the pain either and only got worse halfway through, so bad that you had to stop. You hunch over and force out a cough, trying to rid yourself from the extreme pain or at least relieve some of the tension. "Doll? I'm waiting for you on the jet, where are you?" Bucky's concerned voice dawns on you. A single tear rolls down your sweaty cheek. The tear a mixture of appreciation at Bucky's concern, tiredness and interminable chest pain.

"Y/N? are you okay? where are you?" "I'm okay" a short, breathy answer sends alerts through Bucky's mind. "Can you tell me where you are?" A struggled inhale, a dry and forced cough. "I was on my way from the South of the building. I'm halfway to the jet" A shaky exhale and a sob. "Just stay where you are doll, I'm on my way" You don't even want to argue with Bucky, because the truth is, you actually want his help. You want his comfort. You just want him to be there, even if he can't do anything.

You position yourself against the trunk of a tree, keeping pressure on your chest as if to stem the bleeding from a non-existent wound. 'Inhale, exhale... in, out... in, out' you repeat the natural process in your head, trying to normalize your breathing - the breathing that you have no control over, or rather the lack of breathing you have no controlling over.

"I've got you, I'm here now. I'm gonna get you to the jet. Everything's going to be okay, doll" He must have sprinted to your location, or maybe you passed out from the lack of oxygen and don't remembered the time passing. But his here now and that's all that matters to you. He supports your body with an arm under your arms and behind your body.

With slow and steady steps you make it to the Quinjet. "Is it your heart again doll?" he asks as he gently puts you down on one of the chairs, looking for a head nod to confirm his suspicions, or an injury to deny it. You groan out a 'yes' and he rushes to a cabinet to find some medication for you and then to the cockpit to direct you back to the tower.

When he returns, he sees you trying to make yourself more comfortable on the chair. "Here, let me help you" he offers, handing you the Nitroglycerin tablets and a bottle of water. "Drink" he sternly says, leaving no room for argument. You half-heartedly swallow the pills with a loud gulp, trying to make it obvious for Bucky that you disapprove.

"It'll only help you, just till we can get you to Bruce" your eyes widen at the mention of Bruce. "I'll be there with you every step of the way doll, I promise" he squeezes your hand and then helps you to get more comfortable on the chair, knowing that you would struggle to fight off the sleep if you were to rest on the gurney, but that you would certainly try. "Are you comfortable now?" he asks, and when you nod he makes himself comfortable on the chair next to yours.

Now that Bucky was focused on your breathing his heart rate quickened as well. He had to do something to keep your breathing steady until the pills did their job. "I know you can't control your breathing, but would it help a bit if you listened to my breathing and put your hand on my chest to feel my heartbeat?" he politely asks, knowing that you would know exactly what you'd need. Without a word you put your tremulous and clammy hand on his chest and he exaggerates his breathing for you to follow.

Your breath didn't falter, but it was comforting and relaxing to know that Bucky's was there. To feel his heartbeat. To hear his breathing.

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"We're here doll" Bucky's voice draws you out of your blank sleep. And although his words were spoken in utter soothingness, you woke up in utter terror. 'How could I fall asleep?! What if I died in my sleep?! You stupid-' "Doll!" Bucky brings your focus back to him. "Your making it worse if you stress yourself out over rare possibilities" "They're still possibilities" you sob, the tears freely and tauntingly falling from your eyes. "But they didn't happen Y/N, they weren't today's fate, okay?" "Okay" you whisper, accepting and trusting Bucky.

"I'm going to take you to the infirmary now, so don't freak out. Remember, I'm going to be there with you. Every step of the way." With a few labored breaths and involuntary coughs you stand up and let Bucky support you to the elevator leading down to the infirmary.

"Hey guys, how was the mission?" Bruce happily greets upon your arrival, but his smile falters when his eyes fall on your tired and pale face. "I'm assuming it didn't go well then?" "No, no... everything turned out the way it should have..." Bruce lifts an inquisitive eyebrow for you to continue, but the words don't want to come. You don't want to tell him that you need help. "But she got chest pains on the way back to the Quinjet and struggled to breathe properly... again" Bucky fills Bruce in.

"Oh okay, I'll just give you the same medicine I gave you through the IV last time it happened, no problem" You throw a weary look in Bucky's direction, your eyes filled with emotions on top of emotions, questions of doubt on top of protests. Bucky strolls closer to you, takes a seat on the gurney and takes your hand in his. "I'm gonna help you though it, there's nothing to be afraid of" "But it hurts, and you can't take that pain away. You can't make it disappear" "Your right, I can't... but I'm not gonna leave you. I'm gonna comfort you, talk you through it" "Thank y-" Your sentence stops when Bruce walks in with the IV bag.

"Alrighty, let's get you feeling better" Bruce says, trying to lift your spirits, very oblivious to your obvious fear. He wraps the tourniquet around your upper arm in search for a vein. Your eyes follow his every move like a hawk, you don't want any unexpected surprises. "Eyes up here doll" Bucky says, lifting your chin with his forefinger and thumb, but your eyes stay glued to Bruce's hands, still searching for a vein. "Focus on me" Bucky tries again, snapping his fingers in front of your vision.

You reluctantly look away from Bruce, directly into Bucky's eyes. And just for a moment you let yourself relax. You let yourself dwell in Bucky's cerulean, dreamy eyes. But Bruce's words "Here we go" registers too soon and if looks could kill, Bruce would have been killed by the ugly glare Bucky gave him. "No, no, no, no, no... I can't do this!!!! PleASe!!!" you scream blue murder, kicking with your legs and hitting with your arms. The screams break Bucky's heart into a million pieces as he fights to keep you still for the IV. "Doll, you need to keep still for me or it might hurt you more" he grits through his teeth as he focuses not to hurt you but still keep you from struggling. "I don't want to do this. I can't do this." You yell louder "I don't want to!" Louder "I don't want to!" Shriller "I don't want to!"

Despite your protests and squirming, Bruce succeeded in inserting the IV, secured it and left the room for Bucky to be alone with you. "Why did you let him do it?! You said you would help me, not hurt me" you sob "We are helping you Y/N. I know you hate this and I know you probably hate me now too, but if that means that you're going to be okay, then you can hate me, but I can't stand to see you suffer." There's a long moment of silence before you speak up.

"I don't hate you... and I'm sorry for fighting against you guys it's just - just that I hate the burning sensation when the IV comes in contact with my skin. And the drowsiness I'm feeling now? I'm scared that when I fall asleep I'm not going to wake up again" Bucky wipes the lonely tear from your cheek and kisses your forehead "I know I can't soothe your worries of the possibilities, but I can be here with you when you fall asleep and when you wake up I'm still going to be here with you. Like I said, every. step. of the. way"

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You did open your eyes the next morning, Bucky was still by your side and the medicine worked perfectly like it usually did after all your protests and fighting.

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Hello, this is my first time ever submitting a post so I’m pretty nervous. An idea popped into my head about this ask when I first saw it. I wasn’t expecting this to be as long as it is. I’m not a writer or anything but I hope you enjoy this. <3

(English’s not my first language I tried my best to write it as clearly as I can, really sorry if some things come off as confusing)

Imagine if you will…

Creator!darling thinking she’s safe because Albedo can’t get her pregnant. But she should’ve known that Albedo won’t give up easily and is already trying to find possible solutions to this problem.

While the easiest way to solve this is to use another mans sperm that is obviously out of question so only it leaves behind the more experimental options. Besides, it’ll be a nice way for Albedo to test the capabilities of his talents.

So through rigorous research and experiments he comes up with a way that could result in success. Since Albedo won’t be able to fertilise an egg he begins experimenting with using another egg from darling. He knows that the process is a long and hard one, if it’s even possible. But that’s alright, Albedo is very patient after all…

There are many risks of course. Albedo is aware that his talents are nothing to scoff at. He is the chief alchemist for a reason. But he won’t let the project come crashing down because he was overconfident. It is way too important after all. Albedo wouldn’t want the child to be born with illnesses and genetic defects, or worse not survive because of something he overlooked. So he works even harder trying to find a way to fix any problem that might arise during the process. (P1/3)

It’s a day just like the rest Albedo’s working once again. Just like he’s been doing for the past… Albedo can’t quite remember how long he’s been working. The days started to blend together it seems.

This easily could’ve been a day just like the rest, but it appears fate had other plans. Still in his lab, Albedo’s body comes to a sudden stop with the new discovery. After an insane amount of effort and countless hours of work he’s finally reached a massive breakthrough.

Albedo can’t quite identify the feeling he’s experiencing. It could be because he’s been neglecting his own needs to work on this project or that he’s simply overwhelmed… maybe a bit of both. Either way there’s no time to relax. The works not over yet. So he clears his mind and continues to work once more. The most important part is just beginning after all. (P2/3)

The pregnancy probably comes off as a surprise to creator!darling. After all the only guy she’s ever been with is Albedo but she knows Albedo is infertile, she created him after all. But thinking about it now it makes sense. Albedo got very busy with something a few weeks ago. Every time she wanted to learn about what he was doing he’d dismiss it by saying that it’s just a “personal project”. She didn’t probe it too much at the time, seeing it as an opportunity to finally have some time all to herself.

If she ever mentions not wanting kids or wanting to get rid of it Albedo would start saying things like how their baby must be a blessing or a sign that they were meant to be parents. He is exaggerating of course it’s merely an act, one that’s good enough to give some of the best actors a run for their money. Albedo had already taken into account the possibility that she wouldn’t react positively and planned accordingly. What kind of person should he be if he didn’t know about his creator after all. He knows what to say or how to act to pull the right heart strings of hers. And Albedo’s sure with enough time and manipulation she’d slowly warm up to the idea of having a kid as well. It’s not like she has any other choice.(P3/3)

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AHHHHHH and he would be so manipulative about it too! Guilt tripping her like "Oh, are you going to just discard your own child too? Throw them away because they're not good enough for you?" It makes her shut up every time, and despite all he's done, it still makes her feel a little guilty. And more importantly, every time he says something like that, she beats herself up inside, remembering that it was her own choices that landed her here, that if she'd never done what she did to him, she'd never be in this position to begin with.

He reassures her that being a mother would be something she'd be good at, too. Since she can't move around much anymore, she can't do a lot of tasks... sure, he lets her make food by sitting her up on a chair in the tiny kitchen, and lets her help him with simple experiments, but that's about it. Taking care of a baby will give her something to do... and admittedly, even if she tries not to, she succumbs to the boredom if nothing else, and ends up being a very involved mommy :)

#lena's asks #.al #.creator #scheduled post

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 4 years

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Hi! What is your very specific Twilight AU?

okay, so. New Moon.

party disaster, dumping her and dipping, all happens normally.

but THEN. Bella finds out she’s pregnant.

(and I know you’re thinking- pre-marital sex?!?! Edward would NEVER! but listen. I am the author now. I’ve been around Christians my whole life. shut up!)

so anyway after a million pregnancy tests and a lot of googling about vampire baby legends, Bella’s like...well this is probably gonna be a situation,

Nessie doesn’t have an insane growth rate here because I hate that, so she has a normal amount of time to prepare, and she’s very...aware that the birth is gonna be Rough at best. So she goes to Jacob

who is NOT a wolf yet but Is aware of the pack and the treaty, and they are closer friends already, and she’s like ‘hey. paranormal emergency. you’re the only person in this town who enables me. help.’

and Jacob’s like I’m Fucking Fifteen and goes and gets Leah, since she’s technically an adult and a girl

(ms. meyer How did you make one of leah’s only 3 character traits ‘upset she’s infertile’ and then not have her support bella’s choices in breaking dawn please make it make sense)

so they start brainstorming solutions and the best they can work with is. Bella’s gotta ride out the pregnancy in hiding. they have no way of knowing whether she can survive the pregnancy and the only clue they have about whether the baby will be a monster or not is from google searches, but they also can’t exactly take her to an obgyn when her uterus feels like it’s calcified and her ribs are getting broken and she seems to be craving blood

So, Leah’s got her own little place. Bella moves in there, telling Charlie she wants to move back in with Renee (she knows her parents would never willingly call each other so as long as she keeps up communicating with both of them they should be none the wiser of her growing a little dracula in Leah Clearwater’s basement).

Leah has already defected from the wolf pack at this point (because...the Cullen’s left and she didn’t really like any of the guys anyway lmao) so they don’t run the risk of them hearing her thoughts while she’s in wolf form. She goes out and hunts animals, brings them back and her and Jake drain the blood from them so Bella can drink it. All three of them find this extremely disgusting obviously but Jake’s loyal and a little bit lovestruck, Leah’s a supportive friend and queen, and Bella’s just trying to keep her and her baby alive, and none of them feel like trying to rob a blood bank

Bella is 100% certain the baby will just be a baby who happens to like blood, like she was in bd, but the tentative plan is that if a crazy soulless monster comes out of her Leah will...handle that...

Which neither are thrilled about, so Bella’s just trying to focus on staying positive. And between that, trying to survive and stay hidden, Bella doesn’t really have time to...Check Out the way she did in new moon. Like, she’s absolutely still depressed, and she’s still getting an occasional Edward hallucination because carrying a vampire baby counts as reckless in many books, but she’s just more...resigned and pissed than anything. She’ll have days like the ‘possibilities’ scene, but more often than not she’s just telling the Edward hallucination to go fuck himself when he’s begging her to find the real him so they can have Carlisle deal with the pregnancy

at some point, Seth gets roped into the whole mess (he’s prone to just breaking into his sister’s house) but since he’s like, 13 and The Best Baby Boy he’s immediately supportive. He didn’t even fucking know about the wolves and the vampires until he walked in on a six months pregnant Bella drinking blood while his sister and Jacob are hacking away at a dead deer, but he’s like...you know when you were 13 and sneaking around about Anything made you feel like the coolest person alive? point is he’s helpful

AND he can get away with spending a lot of time at Leah’s house without anyone finding it weird, unlike Jacob, so he starts spending most of his free time there keeping Bella company and brightening her day up

HE is the one who enables her when she comes up with the name Renesmee lmao

(just because she hates Edward doesn’t mean Esme ever did anything wrong!)

“bella I’ll throw you out of this house if you don’t come up with a real name” “leah she’s white you can’t just disrespect her culture like this omg”

anyway these four become the DORKIEST and WEIRDEST little family it’s cute

so then. labor.

it’s less...graphic than in bd because Bella hasn’t been actively dying the whole pregnancy and she doesn’t snap her spine in half, but it’s still. bad.

she essentially delivers a rock that Nessie then begins chewing her way out of. she’s actively bleeding out. Jacob’s having a panic attack. Leah made Seth watch so he would never have unprotected sex and the scare tactic is working. Leah’s covered in Bella’s blood which is not great considering she’s Holding A Rock That A Vampire Is Emerging From

Leah’s been taking classes and researching deliveries so she needs to stitch Bella up and see what else is wrong but Seth is rocking back and forth on the floor crying and Jacob’s screaming and pacing too fast to grab so she’s like. Bella babe I know you’re dying but you need to hold this thing for me ksjdfllksf

so while she’s handling That, Bella’s got this weird little rock in her arms and is watching the baby slowly fight it’s way out like this is a very fucked up egg or something and she’s just. overwhelmed. maybe it’s the blood loss but she’s looking at the messy, scrunchy little face and she’s already in love and envisioning their lives together.

and then, you know, the baby bites her,

she has just enough time to think ‘how did we not think to prepare for that’ before she can feel the venom coursing through her. it’s just as bad as she remembers from James’ bite but somehow...easier to tolerate. she blacks out pretty quickly

the other 3 notice and are like : 👁👄👁

Jacob...literally explodes into a wolf On Spot

Seth darts out the fucking door he’s seen enough for one day

Leah, sole holder of the braincell, realizes Nessie just bit and isn’t drinking from Bella, and deduces this is like...a survival instinct or something. the baby instinctively changes it’s mother first thing. weirdly...touching?

So she gets the baby and checks that everything is physically okay with Bella (apart from you know. changing species) and is like...guess this is an issue for 3 days from now Leah

more immediate pressing issues: screaming new born baby and oh, yeah, the giant red wolf in the basement,

“Jacob I know this is disorienting but if you break anything in my house I’ll fucking kill you”

she really just leaves the poor boy to go get the baby cleaned up and warm up some of the frozen blood they’ve got in her fridge (RUINING HER TUPPERWARE, BELLA)

she’s not worried about the wolf pack mind meld yet because she knows Sam took the guys on a mission way farther up the coast for a few days and they’ll be too far away to hear Jake. hopefully, by the time they get back, Bella will be awake and they’ll have made an escape plan by then

and as she’s bottle feeding blood to the baby she’s thrilled that it seems to be like...relatively normal and not s horrific monster or anything. mission: unwillingly murder my best friend’s baby has been successfully canceled

“Oh Goddamn it....Renesmee DOES fit you...”

Seth, from where he’s cowering behind the couch: “told you”

so, Jake eventually calms down, they spend the next few days cooing over Nessie and brainstorming how to handle Bella when she wakes up a vampire, and also nicknaming Nessie ‘Nessie’ because they know Bella will find that intolerable and they feel she deserves karmic punishment for stressing them out so much lmao

so, three days are up. Seth’s upstairs putting on a way-too-elaborate puppet show for the baby with not a care in the world. Leah and Jake are in the basement because they know Bella probably won’t want their wolf blood and their ready to phase in case she gets a little aggressive

but she just wakes up and is like. hey! how’s it going? where’s my baby?

sjdhfksdj they were expecting feral but Bella still has her super self-control. she didn’t even realize she’d changed into a vampire until they told her lmao

Bella’s a little too freaked out to try hunting yet so they give her some of the stored blood they’ve been feeding Ness and she’s like. good to go. Leah’s about to scream like have the elders been exaggerating this whole time or is Bella truly a freak??? lol

So, they spend a couple days just...relaxing, Bella and Renesmee bonding, they’re trying to come up with fun places Bella can move to with the baby so no one she knows finds out, and every now and then Leah and Jake go out and she tries to help him get the wolf thing under control

and then,,,,the pack get back from their mission early

and immediately are able to read Jacob’s mind

so they head over to Start Shit because there’s two bloodsuckers on their land but,

the pack not attacking because Jake imprinted on Renesmee? tired. the pack not attacking because Jake’s Alpha Genes have taken over and declared Nessie and Bella as part of his Pack and attacking would literally start a war? inspired

so they hash the whole thing out....ultimately Sam decides Bella is more of a victim than a threat, and since neither her or Nessie seem to be going on a bloodlust rampage any time soon...he decides to grant them immunity from the whole ‘kill the vampires’ rule. He’ll let her and her daughter stay in La Push as long as they agree to stick to animals and only hunt out of town. PLUS from what little Bella knows about the Volturi, she’s worried about them finding out about Nessie, so they’ll offer protection if that does happen, in exchange for her being able to help them with intel on any other vampire threats in the area (you know like. if a nomad is fucking stuff up in a nearby city, they’ll send her to talk to them first before deciding if they need to intervene. Sam has become acutely aware he has a lot of teens and kids in his pack, so he’s trying to keep them out of fights as much as possible)

anyway that’s the story of Nessie gaining like 17 chaotic as hell ride or die uncles,

let’s fast forward a bit

it’s like 15 years later. Bella’s not living with Leah anymore, but she’s got a cute apartment in a nearby town, and owns and runs a bookstore on the first floor of it. she got her ged and did college online and teaches night classes at a community college. She’s still in contact with her parents, who Adore the life out of Nessie. She still helps the pack out and they’re all close. Nessie is a handful but in a fun and lovable way. They go on little weekend trips whenever they have time. Bella’s happy.

but then a. Situation. arises.

basically, the Volturi have been made aware of some unknown vampire chasing others out of the pacific northwest and conspiring with shapeshifters. and you know when Aro gets curious he tends to spin things dramatically. who’s to say this vampire isn’t conspiring against all vampires? against them? why has no one’s special talents worked on her? he simply must find out.

Bella and the Pack get word and decide their best course of action for now is to go on the run. they’re not gonna be able to take on a whole army but if they can bide some time and lay low they might be able to figure something out

except Bella is like....I have a teenage hybrid that the Volturi don’t know about yet...it would be EXTREMELY irresponsible to take her with me

but she can’t send Nessie to Charlie or Renee because they don’t know about her...dietary restrictions. She can’t stay with Billy or anyone else in La Push because the Volturi might trace the pack’s scent there and discover her. She’s panicking, they have to leave in a few days max and she can’t find a safe place for her daughter

and then she’s like.....fuck.

she had run into Jasper a couple of years ago- they have the same forgery guy and were heading to his building around the same time as a coincidence. She promised to forgive him for the party incident if he promised not to tell Edward he saw her and that she’s a vampire now. He agreed, but then told her Edward’s been living on his own for a while now and insisted on giving her his number...she never could bring herself to call it or delete it...but now...if she wants to be 100% Nessie is safe and protected...

fuck

So, the past 15 years have been fairly rough for Edward

he’s still convinced leaving in order to save Bella was the best course of action, but like...the vampires canonically mate for life. that’s his soulmate. he’s absolutely miserable without her. he’s thought about cracking and going to find her again but he always talks himself out of it, convinced she’d just tell him she hates him or something

so as stated in his patented Edward Cullen Self Loathing Guide, first thing to do is isolate yourself from all the lovebirds you usually live with. Sure, he keeps in contact, but...not well. he’s currently living alone and posing as a university student. He’s not even really sure what he’s supposed to be majoring in. He’s mostly been in a haze since he left Forks.

and one day....he gets a call from an unknown number. he ignores it, thinking it’s a spam call. but then it calls like 8 more times in a row and he figures answering might be a bit smarter than simply throwing it at the wall

And Edward...swears he came back to life and immediately had a heart attack the second he hears Bella’s voice

He feels breathless and disoriented the whole conversation, trying to figure out if his memory did her voice any justice, trying to rush out 15 years worth of apologies, trying to comprehend she’s actually speaking to him.

But Bella’s very blunt on the phone. She doesn’t want to let herself get emotional. She’s on a time limit, and she has to focus on getting her daughter to safety

And Edward swears he somehow misheard her the first ten or so times she told him. He had a daughter? that wasn’t possible

“she has the audacity to be your Evil Twin so I’m pretty sure it’s possible”

so she gives him a rundown. she needs to go into hiding, no I don’t need your help with that, gives him details about Nessie, what she’s like, what she likes to do, her diet, her favorite color, how annoyed she is by this whole situation, “Edward I know you don’t love me anymore, but I remember how protective you were, and that’s what I need Nessie to have right now. She needs you right now” and Edward wants so badly to refute Bella’s claim of lost love, to tell her he has absolutely no idea how to be a parent, but...her tone is aching so much he can barely speak. He can’t let Bella down again, and he can’t let this little girl he foolishly created and left down anymore than he already has, either.

So he agrees, she tells him to be at the airport in a few days, and hangs up.

Edward loses about half a day staring at a wall in shock, before he jumps into preparations.

Bella told him while their daughter possessed some speed and strength, hunting was fairly dangerous for her. She was more delicate than his kind, and had a heartbeat. Reheated blood bags had been their best option, and she also needed human food as well. He also had to get a room ready for her- he wandered around stores for hours, reading young girls minds to see if there was any furniture or decorations that were universally liked- which was of course, fruitless, but he did manage to find a handful of things he was sure Bella would have liked at that age, and prayed for the best. He somehow got himself covered in purple paint that was a nightmare to get off. Bella had sent him some forged documents claiming Nessie was his younger sister he’d won custody of, and he got her enrolled in a nearby school. He lived every day leading up to her arrival staving off a panic attack.

it wasn’t until he was on the way to the airport that he realized he forgot to inform his family about this life update. they must’ve been on a hunting trip, because he got nothing but voicemails

imagine being Carlisle and you come home to a voicemail from your son who’s banished himself from the family that’s just like ‘hi. you’re a grandfather now. I’m having a nervous breakdown and might crash my car. call me back at your earliest convenience I suppose” like what would you DO

after he gets to the airport he starts panicking again, realizing Bella had never actually sent him a picture, worrying about how he’d find her, but then- he sees a tiny girl with untamed, dark red curls, features strikingly similar to his own that are pulled into the expression Bella always made when she was reading, absently chewing on her lip, and before she looks at him with her mother’s big brown eyes, he already knows who he’s looking at, and he’s certain if he was human his tear ducts would be having a fit right now

Renesmee, however, seems less willing to have an emotional meeting. She mumbles out a simple greeting before gathering up her bags and heading for the door, Edward rushing behind her to try and help

listen. the awkwardness of Charlie trying to connect with Bella. but 10000x worse because of Edward’s overthinking, self-deprecating ass and Nessie being like ‘ah yes the guy who broke my pregnant teenage mothers heart, fantastic’ lmao

the car ride is p a i n f u l. Edward’s trying so hard for light conversation and Nessie’s barely giving one word answers. Bella had warned her about the mind reading so she was carefully keeping her mind blocked, which Edward is trying very hard to be understanding about instead of annoyed, but By God does he want to know everything about her

when they get back to his place, she quietly thanks him for the room and then promptly locks him out of it lol. He spends the rest of the day just pacing back and forth until he realizes he should eventually feed her lmao

and that’s...kinda how the first couple weeks go. she only emerges from her room if he bribes her with food, she awkwardly tries to dodge his questions, he drives her to school and then begs her to tell him how it went when he picks her up, he spends his college classes distracted because he’s freaking out constantly about how to successfully bond with her. His favorite time of day now is night, because she can’t block her mind while she’s asleep, and even if her dreams are all nonsense they’re still...part of her that he gets to know.

His family keeps begging him to let them meet her, but he’s pushing back because if she’s this bad at adjusting to one new family member, how is she going to handle six more?

(meanwhile Alice and Rose started a group chat with her and are having a ball clowning Edward lmao)

wait ksjflksd I think this vine perfectly sums up the dynamic im envisioning https://youtu.be/wQZIUHNORHg

anyway they....very slowly make some progress. much too slowly for Edward’s taste, but hey.

Like he finds out snacks she likes. or jewelry she likes. stuff like that and just...wordlessly leaves it around for her lmao. he thinks it’s like trying not to startle a deer, Nessie thinks it’s more like a cat trying to gift you a dead mouse, but either way it’s weirdly endearing.

He notices she always has a huffy little frown when he picks her up on Wednesdays. So instead of begging her for an ounce of information of her school life, he asks her one Wednesday morning if she’s excited for the day and she admits she has an elective class every Wednesday with a girl she doesn’t get along with.

He gets her school photos (and Weeps) and realizes apart from her room the home is fairly barren of decorations, so he buys a bunch of picture frames and hangs up the school shots, and some pictures of the Cullen’s over the years, and the few he has of Bella that he could never bear to part with. Other than catching her smiling at the prom picture of her parents, Nessie doesn’t say anything- but the next time he comes home from hunting, there’s a pile of pictures of her growing up on the table, and he starts weeping all over again as he hangs them up

(there’s one of her and Bella hugging and looking at the camera with identical grins and joy in their eyes, he can’t help but put that in his room. He hopes one day he’ll get to see a scene like that in person)

He starts trying to get her out of her room a little more- he still hasn’t managed to a get a ‘favorites’ list out of her, so he starts playing movies Bella loved, to see if any of them lure her out. some do, some don’t- he got halfway through a Lord of the Rings marathon, which was Torture in his opinion, but then Ness came out and quietly asked if he could restart it and suddenly they became his favorite movies ever.

Bella’s not able to contact her on a set schedule or anything because of her situation (and you can bet your ass Edward’s contacted every vampire he knows and ordered them to help her out if they come across her or the Volturi), and Edward realizes that’s probably taking a toll on the girl, so he starts telling her stories of her mother when he knew her in Forks. She’s particularly amused by the blood typing incident- the first time Edward hears Nessie properly laugh, he literally starts crying on the spot

could you imagine the sheer panic if she ever gets so much as a cold

And yes, she’s still pissed on Bella’s behalf, and yes, she specifically blasts 70s music because Bella told her he hates it one time, and yes, if he looks at her like he’s a kicked puppy one more time she might claw his eyes out, and yes, she refuses to introduce him to her friends from school because she Knows everyone will then start asking her about her ‘hot brother’ and she can’t live with that and also can’t live with him knowing that so she told him if he ever introduces himself to any of her friends she’ll set him on fire, and yes, she’s homesick 95% of the time but...he’s growing on her. like a mold, or something.

(okay, maybe when Seth tried to analyze why Mamma Mia is her favorite musical, he might have had a point. half a point. quarter of a point. shut up.)

And Edward’s still trying to not have a panic attack every time she’s out of his sight- he’s got Carlisle keeping tabs on the Volturi for him, and it’s not exactly hard for him to keep track of her through other people’s minds- but she’s so tiny and her heartbeat is Too Fast and what if she inherited her mother’s unlucky streak??

but they’re toeing the line of co-existing peacefully and Edward’s scared to push it past that

then he has to, because it turns out he sent her to one of Those Schools where the parents have to be involved in the school in some way or another and Nessie’s Annoyed

sdkjfsdkjf she keeps trying to get him to just sign up for like pta meetings or something and he’s like ‘I need you to understand you are the only person in this town I actually know or like I Cannot survive around fundraiser moms I can’t’

so she’s like ugh fine I’m in the drama club

listen.....Stage Parent Edward Cullen.......the power this holds...

that’s right this whole post was an elaborate ruse for me to make a musical theater headcanon again lmao

no okay but seriously he starts off just helping build sets and stuff like that but then midway through the year their music teacher gets fired and the schools like begging him to take over because they can’t find someone in enough time that’ll know the music for the show they’re doing and he’s like “I need you to understand Nessie will never talk to me again if I start actually working at her school” and they’re like “She also will never talk to you again if we have to cancel the big musical, though” and he’s like. fuck.

silent treatment for a week and a half

lmao so now he’s trying to juggle being an overly-enthusiastic stage parent who’s making costumes and sets and kinda crying backstage when he sees his daughter in her costume with also being the music director for the damn show and trying to teach a bunch of kids how to read sheet music

one day he ended up in a coffee shop with the hair and makeup moms, gossiping about the cast’s love lives, and he literally doesn’t know how he got there

is it wrong to pass Nessie in class even though she’s putting all the wrong answers on the test but he Knows she knows the right answers and is only answering wrong to try and get a rise out of him

Bella sneaks into town to see the show- they thought it would push their luck if the pack came, but they sent an ungodly amount of flowers and candy. When she snuck into the house while Ness was sleeping she Was Not expecting to find Edward up to his elbows in sequins, trying to fix a bedazzler he accidentally broke in frustration, muttering under his breath about how if Nessie’s romantic opposite in the show doesn’t keep his thoughts clean he’s gonna kill him- and it just cracks her up. She WAS nervous about seeing Edward again but now she’s assured he’s still a dork lol

So Edward freaks when he sees her but they don’t wanna wake Ness up so they’re trying to be quiet but like. they’re going through it

Like Bella Wants to be pissed at him but she can’t, she still loves him- and while she can’t just get over what he did to her, it’s also not lost on her that ‘leaving to protect someone I love’ is literally what she had to do to her daughter

And Edward....Edward, who only left to give Bella a chance at a safe, human life, seeing Bella in front of him as a vampire, knowing it’s his fault she ended up that way and she had to go through it alone, had to raise a baby herself because he’d made it so hard to find him...knowing if he’d just pulled his head out of his ass he would have been able to be there for her...would be able to form a coherent sentence around his love right now, would have long and fond memories of Nessie’s childhood, likely wouldn’t have to watch Bella hide from the Volturi...he’s back in a self-loathing spiral already

But they haven’t seen each other in so long and they just don’t want to...deal with the unpleasantness right now, so they just push it aside. Bella helps Edward with the costumes. Edward fills her in on what she’s been missing with Nessie. Bella tells him some stuff about when Ness was younger. They just spend the night talking, and it feels like no time has past between them at all- which just makes the heartaches a little stronger

When Nessie wakes up to her mother there she’s ecstatic- bubbly and loud and glued to Bella’s hip all day, giving her in depth play-by-plays of her school and rehearsals and friends she’s made, bouncing on her toes all morning, hyper, giggly, and- it kind of breaks Edward’s heart a little, even though he knows he hasn’t really...earned this side of his daughter, yet.

(at least he got his wish of seeing their twin smiles in person)

(he wishes he could see them every second of every day)

so the girls spend the day catching up while Edward mostly feels like a thirdwheel, and then they have to get Ness over to the school so she can get ready

Bella decides to hang out around the school theater before the show actually starts- she leans against the wall next to the piano, the two talking in hushed tones while Edward runs through songs. Bella really missed watching him play- the only thing that managed to drag her away from it was when Nessie called her to the dressing room to help with a hair emergency

she didn’t talk to him much at intermission, her attention being stolen by the rest of the Cullen family (who had been Very Loudly supporting the show so far, she knew Ness was probably dying of embarrassment backstage)

after the show, the three went back to Edward’s and just...talked. Nessie was gushing about the show and eating while her parents assured her she was the greatest actress ever born, simple stuff like that. she fell asleep sandwiched in between them on the couch

Bella realizes she’s never going to be able to bring herself to leave again if Nessie wakes up, and tells Edward as much. He clearly doesn’t want her to go just yet either, but...she’s on the run, it’s not like she has much choice

He has so much he wants to say to her but he just- can’t. it’s not the right time. but he’s hoping she can see that in his eyes

Bella shifts Nessie off her shoulder so Edward can hold her, and she gives him a light kiss and says ‘thank you, Edward’ before disappearing in a flash. she needed to go before she lost her nerve.

Edward can’t bring himself to let Nessie out of his arms, so instead of carrying her to bed he just stays there, holding her, trying his best not to think that that could be the last time for a long time he’d ever see his Bella again, trying not to let thoughts of a life he gave up unwittingly consume him

okay I didn’t mean for this to be So Long so I’m cutting it here uhh...let me know if anyone wants a part 2? sorry lmao

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IDOLiSH7 6th Anniversary Special Story: Full of Heart...

Chapter 3: Eternal Memories

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Riku Nanase: Ah, I was planning to use this picture, too! Here, look.

Tenn Kujo: Good thing we set up this meeting, then.

Iori Izumi: It's all thanks to my guidance. The two of you should be grateful.

Tenn & Riku: Thank you.

Iori Izumi: Still, I can't believe you'd both choose the exact same photo, out of all the ones you have.

Iori Izumi: Was it just a coincidence? Or do you have some kind of twin superpowers?

Tenn Kujo: I wouldn't exactly call it a superpower, but we have always had a tendency to pick the same things.

Riku Nanase: Yeah! Like at a restaurant, we'd always order the same thing.

Iori Izumi: Perhaps it's not as unusual for you to have matching tastes and interests as I made it out to be, considering you were raised together.

Tenn & Riku: Right.

Iori Izumi: Which park is this? Do you remember where it is?

Tenn Kujo: Near our old house. We went there for a picnic, since Riku was feeling well that day.

Riku Nanase: We brought canteens and lunchboxes. It wasn't our first visit to that park, but eating lunch there made it feel like an adventure.

Tenn Kujo: You have a nice smile in this picture, Riku. Why don't you use this one? I can pick something else.

Riku Nanase: Are you sure? I think you look really cute here too, Tenn-nii. You've got this kind of composed look on your face.

Riku Nanase: I think your fans would be happy to see you like this.

Tenn Kujo: And your fans would like to see the way you look here, too. Hmm, this is a tough decision.

Tenn Kujo: Your thoughts, Iori Izumi?

Iori Izumi: You're asking me?

Tenn Kujo: I thought I'd leave this up to outside judgement.

Riku Nanase: Which one of us do you think should use this picture for the show?

Iori Izumi: ......... Nanase-san.

Riku Nanase: Oh! How come?

Iori Izumi: Because we might not have the time to reach out to Kujo-san a second time if you're the one who needs to reselect his picture.

Iori Izumi: I trust in his ability to choose an appropriate photo much more than I trust yours.

Tenn Kujo: Makes sense.

Riku Nanase: So it has nothing to do with the photo itself?

Iori Izumi: Although if you select something from the pictures we looked at last night, perhaps Kujo-san could also use this one.

Iori Izumi: Why not the one you showed me, where your face is covered in ketchup...

Riku Nanase: The one where I'm eating omurice?

Iori Izumi: Yes. You looked so innocent and cu... Ahem. I just thought it would make for a good conversation piece.

Riku Nanase: I guess I'll go with that one, then!

Tenn Kujo: What about your picture, Iori Izumi? Which one did you pick?

Iori Izumi: ........ Mine is... nothing unusual... Just a perfectly normal childhood picture...

Tenn Kujo: Based on your reluctance to go into any more detail, I highly doubt that.

Riku Nanase: We can show you! Apparently Mitsuki chose the picture, and Iori looks totally adorable in it!

Iori Izumi: ........ It... It really isn't anything worth showing to people...

Tenn Kujo: It's not worth showing to people, so you decided to display it on national television?

Riku Nanase: C'mon, Iori. Even Tenn-nii wants to see it!

Tenn Kujo: Pretty please.

Iori Izumi: Please stop it with the innocent act...

Iori Izumi: ...Fine. Here it is, since you insist...

Tenn Kujo: Wow, you look cute. A plushie in your arms, a happy little smile on your face...

Riku Nanase: Isn't it precious!?

Iori Izumi: That's enough. I don't need your flattery...

Riku Nanase: We're not just saying that, you know! I even wanted to pretend like I was the one that gave you that plushie.

Iori Izumi: I don't know why you feel this much of a need to usurp your twin.

Riku Nanase: I mean it! There's not a single person who wouldn't be happy if their present was received like how you received that plushie.

Riku Nanase: God, Santa Claus, whoever. I think it'd make just about anyone feel on top of the world.

Iori Izumi: You're the one who's always smiling like that, anyway.

Riku Nanase: Huh?

Iori Izumi: Nothing. I was just thinking out loud.

Iori Izumi: Still, not even I expected my younger self to smile so earnestly.

Tenn Kujo: What made you look so sour all the time?

Iori Izumi: I don't look like this all the time. Just very often, especially around your younger brother.

Tenn Kujo: I don't know. You seem to give me plenty of sour looks, too.

Iori Izumi: Only when the cameras are off and you're acting like your usual, standoffish self.

Tenn Kujo: I'm not standoffish. I just take things seriously.

Tenn Kujo: So, how old were you exactly? When you stopped sleeping with this cutesy teddy bear, I mean.

Iori Izumi: ...How do you know I used to sleep with it!? Did my brother tell you?

Tenn Kujo: Most little kids like to sleep with a stuffed toy or two. Especially one that looks this fluffy.

Iori Izumi: I did enjoy that, myself...

Tenn Kujo: Riku never could've done that, though. His selection of bedtime toys was limited, so he didn't have attacks at night.

Riku Nanase: True.

Iori Izumi: Ah... I see... And you even seem like you'd have enjoyed these kind of fluffy toys...

Riku Nanase: Are you sure you're not just talking about yourself..?

Tenn Kujo: Riku. Were you lonely without plushies to keep you company?

Riku Nanase: Of course not. I had you, Tenn-nii.

Riku Nanase: I never felt lonely, even though I never got to go to school, or pet any cats or dogs.

Riku Nanase: When you were around, I was always happy and having fun. And I'm really grateful for that.

Tenn Kujo: Riku...

Riku & Iori: Tenn-nii...

Tenn & Riku: ........!?

Riku Nanase: W-what was that!? Why did you call him Tenn-nii, too!?

Iori Izumi: Because I knew that's what you were going to say. What do you think of my ability to predict you?

Tenn Kujo: You can be very strange, for someone so smart.

Iori Izumi: I could say the same about you. Don't you think you're being unusually soft on Nanase-san today?

Tenn Kujo: I guess so... I guess nostalgia's gotten the best of me.

Tenn Kujo: That'll happen when you reminisce about your childhood.

Riku Nanase: Maybe... I should just stick one of our childhood pictures on my face all the time...

Iori Izumi: You're an idol, so please don't start trying to censor your own face.

Riku Nanase: But I want Tenn-nii to be nice to me!

Iori Izumi: Of course yo do... Ah, by the way. Are you sure that picture you showed me at the dorm wouldn't be the best pick for you?

Iori Izumi: You know, the one where you're holding a Rabitty-kun doll. I think it'd work nicely, especially from a sponsor standpoint.

Riku Nanase: Yeah, maybe!

Tenn Kujo: I'm glad Rabitty-kun made a comeback. Toi Toi Toi was on the verge of bankruptcy before then.

Riku Nanase: They were?

Tenn Kujo: Yep. They released some low quality Rabitty-kun products, and were dealing with tons of customer complaints.

Tenn Kujo: It was damaging enough to their reputation that they had to sell the main office building and the CEO's house.

Iori Izumi: I see... I think the Rabitty-kun we had might've been one of the defective ones.

Iori Izumi: It made strange noises sometimes...

Riku Nanase: Yeah, I can kind of see why people would complain about their children's toys making creepy noises. They probably made lots of kids cry.

Iori Izumi: Still, it's incredible that they were able to bounce back and resume sales six years ago.

Riku Nanase: Wow... That company's sure had some big ups and downs.

Riku Nanase: Kind of like us!

Iori Izumi: Right... I do hope we can help them have a good anniversary.

Tenn Kujo: Yeah.

Iori Izumi: What sort of games did you two play when you were little?

Tenn Kujo: We played normally enough. Drawing, card games, things like that.

Riku Nanase: I couldn't get out of bed or move around much, so Tenn-nii would sing and dance for me.

Riku Nanase: We came up with lots of games where I sat still, while he moved around.

Riku Nanase: Like the Tenn-nii Robot!

Iori Izumi: The "Tenn-nii Robot"?

Tenn Kujo: Ah, I remember that one.

Iori Izumi: What kind of game was it?

Riku Nanase: I used this controller we made out of milk cartons to order Tenn-nii around.

Riku Nanase: And he'd do as I told him to. It was a lot of fun!

Tenn Kujo: Sure was.

Riku Nanase: Tenn-nii Robot, fire missiles!

Tenn Kujo: Boom!

Riku Nanase: Tenn-nii Robot, fire your machine gun!

Tenn Kujo: Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat.

Riku Nanase: Tenn-nii Robot, equip your lazer sword!

Tenn Kujo: Kwishuuuu, clink!

Tenn & Riku: It was so much fun!

Iori Izumi: Kujo-san...

Tenn Kujo: What?

Iori Izumi: You taught an innocent young child the joys of having Tenn Kujo at his beck and call? That should be a criminal offense.

Tenn Kujo: What are you talking about..?

Iori Izumi: You're exactly the reason why Nanase-san grew up to be so inhumanly naive and spoiled.

Tenn Kujo: Are you spoiled, Riku?

Riku Nanase: No! Hey, Iori..! Since when am I spoiled!?

Iori Izumi: Do you really have to ask? Today, you slept in so late that I had to help you pack.

Riku Nanase: How is that spoiled!? I just asked you for help! And you agreed to help me with my clothes, too!

Iori Izumi: I was worried we'd be even more late if I let you try and fail to decide on what to wear. You have no right to complain here.

Riku Nanase: I guess not, but...

Tenn Kujo: So, Iori Izumi's your stylist for today.

Riku Nanase: Do I look good?

Tenn Kujo: Sure.

Riku Nanase: Ehehe! You hear that, Iori!?

Iori Izumi: Of course you look good, with a producer like me. You should have more self-confidence.

Tenn Kujo: You two sure are close.

Riku Nanase: Yeah, we are!

Iori Izumi: How, exactly?

Riku Nanase: There you go again. Tenn-nii Robot, attack Iori!

Tenn Kujo: Kwishuuuu, clink...

Iori Izumi: Urgh..! ...Please, do NOT try to stab me!

Tenn Kujo: Beep beep beep. Mission complete.

Iori Izumi: You of all people should know better than to indulge him!

Riku Nanase: Ahahaha!

To be continued...

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