#what we do int he shadows

[shadowlali]

Hii, I love the way you write and was wondering if you could do Philip Graves enemies to lovers to yk what 🤪

the investigator 

COD - Phillip Graves x fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~ 3.1k summary: Commander Graves gets help from an investigator. masterlist

warnings: NSFW, implied age gap, Graves being then nice, oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex, some proofreading, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance  a/n: thank you for this request anon! i really tried my best on this, writing enemies to lovers was definitely a nice challenge. hopefully f!reader is okay! also, if anyone sends in a request, my writing tends to be around ~2k+ but i can try (keyword: try) to make them shorter :)

You’re a nuisance to him. Intelligent, resourceful, rude, beautiful. You manage to captivate everyone’s attention whenever you step foot onto the Shadow Company base. You’re kind, too. Always smiling and talking with the other soldiers, showing genuine interest in their conversations. 

Until you eventually have to face him. Your demeanor changes, the smile drops from your face and forced formalities leave your lips. Everytime you say “Commander” or “Sir”, Phillip can swear on his life that you’re being sarcastic, a tiny smirk always present on your lips. Phillip hates the effect you had on him. It would be so much easier to write off your existence from his mind, but the way you look and the pull of your hypnotic voice reels him in. 

Only in moments like these, when outside help for the Shadow Company is absolutely necessary do you receive the call. You’re an entrepreneur of sorts. Your main talents being investigative and tech work. Shadow Company is one of your least favorite clients, especially since Commander Phillip Graves is always present in the meetings. You aren’t used to speaking to CEOs or Commanders, usually the mission leaders will reach out and take point from there. 

Phillip Graves is handsome with a voice like warm honey, able to dazzle and woo anyone who speaks to him. His soldiers are loyal to their leader, Phillip, having earned their respect. Despite this, he irritates you. The way he speaks to you is as if he’s speaking to a child, ignoring the countless accomplishments in your work. You also don’t like the feelings he stirs up. 

You were a little dazed the first time you met Commander Phillip Graves, his tactical pants and shirt stretched over his body emphasizing every ripple of hard muscle. It was the look he gave, the one you’d seen many times before as someone young in this industry. Doubt. 

“How old are you?” Was the first thing out of his mouth after introductions. 

“I’m–” 

Phillip interrupted you,“ You haven’t been doing this for long, have you?” 

“No, I haven’t. But I’ve had much success in my work. I’m confident enough that I can find whatever you need.” 

Phillip hummed, turning to look at his second in command. 

Your smile dropped, annoyed at this point at having woken up early and gone against your code of getting into cars with unknown men. Blackout, thick glasses had been placed over your eyes as you approached the base to prevent you from knowing exactly where they were located. They sought after you for your services, not the other way around. Therefore, you were a little offended at the comments and insinuations made by Commander Graves. 

“If you don’t believe me, that’s okay. You can find someone else to do it. Who can take me back to my apartment?” You asked, slowly stepping towards the black SUV that had picked you up. 

Phillip’s head whipped towards you, stunned at your tone of voice. Never in his years as Commander and CEO had anyone disrespected him, much less in the presence of his top men. He opened his mouth, ready to let you know exactly who was in charge and who gave orders around here before his second-in-command cut him off. 

“What he means by that is we are just a little surprised that someone so young can do this job. We’re a little on edge but we’d like for you to provide us some intel.” 

You decided to stay, they agreed to your going rate and you didn’t need to speak to Graves for the rest of your time there. He’d pass by the conference room temporarily given to you and give a short glance before looking away. It only took you four days to find everything they needed, the intel legit and his men left impressed by your work. Graves congratulated your work, his body stiff as if he still couldn’t believe it. 

You felt smug at being able to prove him wrong, the newly deposited six-figures in your bank account making you especially happy. They didn’t provide you with company secrets, but you knew how desperate the situation was for them to have reached out. Shadow Company reached out a few more times after the first, always willing to pay whatever price for your skills. 

Currently, you sit across from Commander Phillip Graves in his office, having been rushed in here the moment you exited the SUV. He’d been sitting at his desk, eyebrows scrunched in concentration when you walked in. Graves looks up, his eyes doing a quick sweep over your body. You choose to ignore the warm feeling it gives you and sit down at one of the empty chairs in front of him. Phillip tries to even out his breathing, having enough on his plate already to be distracted by your pretty face. 

Graves runs a hand through his hair before speaking, “I’m… I’m glad you're here. This is urgent.” 

He slides a thin folder across the desk before he begins to speak, “This is the profile we have on –” 

“I’m sorry, this is it? Four pages? I thought you had more on this guy?” 

“I thought you were able to find anyone and anything? Isn’t that your whole business model? With the money I’m paying you, you should be grateful I have more than just his name,” Graves snaps. 

“For a company who prides themselves on being the best PMC out there because of how they ‘get shit done’ it's concerning that your staff has only four pages on him after months of research and tracking.” 

Phillip stares at you, once again remembering why he finds you so insolent. You quickly scan the pages while completely disregarding him. Shadow Company has been tracking a suspect for months, ready to intercept the moment he tried to sell his merchandise. Using finger quotes to speak to a Commander is unacceptable, and only someone like you would do that. He decides to continue, ignoring your words.

“Like I was saying, this is what we have so far. We believe he might’ve been tipped off about our surveillance. He’s dangerous and we need to find him quickly.” 

“I’ll see what I can find, I have some contacts who I can reach out to. I’ll be honest, I need about a week –” 

“You have 4 days.” 

You give him an annoyed glance before standing up and saying “yes sir.” You’re then led to the same conference room as before and get to work. A few of the employees on the mission check in on you periodically, providing you with any extra information they find. 

You reach out to your contacts and have some good leads on where this guy is. Graves comes in on the second day, a few minutes after you arrive from the on-site room they provided. You decide to offer an olive branch. 

“Good morning, sir. Did you want a recap of what I’ve found so far?”

He says nothing, pulling out a chair opposite of yours. Your eyes are going to get stuck in the back of your head with the amount of times you’ve rolled them whenever in his presence. 

He fixes you with a stare,“ You know I looked into your other contracts, everyone says what a ‘pleasure’ you are to work with.” 

You lift an eyebrow with his statement, trying not to laugh at his use of finger quotes which is probably punishment for your actions yesterday. You can’t help yourself, you like pushing his buttons. 

“You spent time researching me instead of, oh I don’t know, trying to find the guy your people lost?” 

Phillip watches you type away at your laptop, his mind reeling with a million thoughts, none of them focused on the suspect. He tries not to concentrate on how good you smell or how much he likes the mischievous twinkle in your eyes whenever you look at him. Phillip stands up, not liking the direction of his thoughts. You’re here to do a job, and the less time he spends with you, the better. 

“Focus on the job, I want my money’s worth.” 

It takes you 3 days to find him, and you’re damn proud of it. The suspect had been laying low on a small boat off the coast and the Shadows were able to pose as buyers to intercept him. You stand in Graves’ office as his second-in-command once again thanks you for your efforts before leaving you two alone. Your bags are packed and a car is waiting for you on the ground floor. Phillip stands and rounds the corner from his desk. He has a pensive look on his face when he addresses you. 

“You should have received the deposit to your bank account by now.” 

“About that –” 

“Let me finish.” He pauses before taking a deep breath, “It was a few more than your going rate. It's my way of apologizing for how I’ve treated you.” 

Your eyebrows shoot up. You thought the extra money had been a thank you for completing the job early, not for an apology.  

“This job, this industry it… It takes a toll on you. That's not an excuse for how often I doubted you. You shouldn’t be spoken to in that way, whether you complete a job or not.”

The look in Graves’ eyes seems sincere. You’re used to working with demanding people, it’s just a fact of life. Yet, it isn’t often when people like him apologize.  

“I forget that everyone is just trying to make it in this world and you don’t need some old guy making it harder for you. I’m sorry.” 

You laugh, ”You’re not that old. And… I accept your apology.” 

Phillip never thought he’d get turned on by the sound of your laugh, but it happens. His pants tighten once he hears the melodic tone of your laugh and the sight of your genuine smile directed towards him. He smiles, stretching out his hand to shake yours. You suck in a shaky breath, his eyes are bright and the fangs at the edge of his smile give you impure thoughts. His hand is warm and firm against your own. You feel tingles shoot up your arm as he gently shakes it. 

“I guess I should go now.” 

He doesn’t let go of your hand, moving his thumb across your knuckles. 

“Yea, you probably should.” 

You’re not sure who lunges first. One moment you’re both an appropriate distance apart, the next his hands have pulled you in at the waist while your hands tug at his soft hair, his lips pressed against your own. Graves’ gives hungry kisses, biting or tugging at your lips.

He moans when you give a hard tug on his hair, digging his hands into your lower back. Graves turns you both around while never breaking the kiss, clumsily walking you towards his desk. He unbuttons your jeans and pushes them down along with your soaked panties, pushing your hands away as you try to unbuckle his belt. 

“No, not yet,” he says while breaking this kiss. 

You kick off your shoes and shimmy the rest of the way out of your bottoms. Graves grabs the end of your shirt and drags it over your head. Your bra follows soon after and you’re left completely naked in his office. He steps back to admire you, a hand dragging from your collarbones down to pinch each nipple, then to your clenched tummy until he drags a finger up and down your wet seam. 

“Sit on the desk,” he orders. 

“Yes, Commander.” 

He groans as you sit on the desk and spread your legs, palming the hard bulge in his pants. Graves steps between your open thighs and pushes lightly at your chest. You get the hint and lie flat on your back.

He kneels down and runs the tip of his tongue from your swollen clit to your slick opening. Graves’ hands are firm on your thighs to keep them open as he starts with strong strokes of his tongue against your seam. You grip the edge of the desk, whines falling from your lips. 

“So wet and sweet for your Commander, right baby? Seems like the only way to shut you up is by licking this pretty pussy.” 

Graves slips a finger in your opening while latching onto your sensitive button. Phillip can’t believe how velvety and soft you are around his fingers. Your walls pulse with each thrust of his fingers, feeling each squeeze travel to his hard cock. 

Phillip wants to be gentle with you, he wants to learn and explore every inch of your body with his tongue, hands, and eyes. He wants to know what makes those pretty whimpers escape your throat, what makes you nice and creamy for him. Your hips can’t stop twisting against his tongue and fingers. Graves laughs against your pussy. 

“Needy girl, aren’t you.” 

“Yes, yes, yes.” 

Phillip makes his tongue rigid and attacks your clit with harsh licks. He loves how quick you are to grip and pull his hair. The noises throughout the office are obscene, his moans mingling with yours along with the wet squelch of his fingers in your pussy. Graves uses his free hand to move your grip from his hair, leaning back to take a look at the gorgeous sight before him. 

He stops the thrusts of his fingers to land slaps on your swollen, glistening pussy. You yelp from the sting, each slap landing directly on your clit. He plunges his fingers back in, finding the spongy spot inside of you with a curl of his two fingers. 

“Come on baby, give your Commander what he wants.” 

You can’t take it anymore. Your back arches on the desk and your mouth falls open in a scream. Your vision goes blurry, the hot pleasure beginning in your core until it spreads throughout your entire body. Your tummy clenches from the orgasm and you squeeze down on his fingers. 

Phillip lets out a husky moan while licking your clit as your walls flutter around the thrust of his fingers, the taste of your slick etching into his mind. He slows his movements and finally stops, letting your thighs close from the overstimulation. Phillip stands and brings his fingers up to his mouth to suck off your juices from his fingers. 

“So sweet for such a rude girl.” 

Phillip drags his pants down, only moving his briefs to rest below his heavy balls. He removed\s his shirt and throws it to the closest chair. Phillip wants to feel your naked skin on his own. He hooks your leg around his waist and slaps your ass to get your attention again. You lie on the desk with your eyes half closed, trying to regain your senses and feeling in your limp body. 

Graves drags the tip of his hard cock up and down your wet pussy. He can’t resist thrusting against your wet folds, your pussy opening for him like flower petals. You feel extremely empty at that moment. You want Graves to fill you up and stretch you. Your hips move in small circles, feeling the underside of his cock slide against your heat. 

“Please Commander, please, please. I want you inside of me.”

Phillip hums, ”I don’t know. You’ve been so naughty all this time. Do bad girls who disrespect their Commander deserve this?” He takes that moment to plunge only the tip in before dragging it out to spread your folds.

You’re close to tears at this point, your nails digging into his hard back trying to push him into you. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you babble, ”just please fuck me, Commander.” 

You have nothing to apologize for, Phillip just wants to tease you and have you begging for his cock. He takes that moment to push in the thick tip and give a deep plunge inside. You’re hot and creamy and soft and all around him, Phillip almost collapsing from the pleasure. You’re left speechless for the first time in your life, your mouth dropping open in a silent scream as you feel stretched to your limit. 

Phillip slowly slides out and watches your inner lips grip his cock, your body not wanting him to leave. He slowly pushes in and out to familiarize himself with your tight heat. You begin to drag your nails up and down his lower back as Graves moves a hand to grip your thigh and another to roughly squeeze your tit. 

“How’s that baby? You like it?” 

“So good, sir. So fucking good.” 

You can barely form a thought, but manage to whimper out a response. His thrusts speed up, sweet words falling from his lips with each squeeze and pulse of your pussy. Graves calls you a naughty girl or tells you how exquisite you feel around him. He leans over to place kisses along your forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips. You suck and bite his bottom lip when one particular thrust hits your g-spot perfectly. 

Phillip wants more. He speeds up his thrusts and moves your thigh with both hands to plunge in deeper. The new position makes you see stars. He manages to thrust into the hilt and drag his tip against the spongy spot inside of you with each slide. Phillip can feel his orgasm approaching. His thrusts become sloppy and his grip on your thigh becomes tighter. 

“Nothing to say to me now, huh?” 

You really don’t. Your mind is only focused on how full you are and how you never want it to end. Phillip turns to look down and fixes his gaze on his cock hammering into your swollen pussy. He begins swiping his thumb over your clit, wanting to give you one more orgasm as he quickly nears his own. 

Once again you feel an orgasm wash over you and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Phillip gives another thrust and his heavy balls pulse as he shoots thick ropes of cum inside your already stuffed pussy. His breath stutters in his throat and he grips your thighs. Graves collapses on top of you, his hips continuing with short, rough movements. 

Both of your bodies are slick with perspiration. You stroke light fingers along his back and through his hair as you both regain control of your breathing. He peppers kisses along your neck and up to your lips.

“Guess I should let the driver know it’ll be a while until you leave, right?” 

You let out a soft giggle, ”I think that’ll be a good idea, Commander.” 

“Call me Phillip.” 

You reach to caress the muscles on his chest as he slowly stands to full height again, moaning as he hardens in you again.

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[onemoreturtlewriter]

Interstellar

Bayverse! Donatello x Reader

It was pure luck that they got to meet you, or perhaps it was fate. It all started with Kevin, their pizza guy. He was reliable, didn't particularly care that they were turtles. He simply did his job and kept it moving. A true New Yorker, through and through. But tonight, Kevin called in sick, and your boss asked you to do the deliveries. At first you didn't want to, it was late, and you didn't like walking around at night. But he promised that he'd only send you on local runs, and so you caved.

This was your last delivery of the night, and you were in a good mood. The heat that seemed to cling to every part of this awful city was finally dissipating, you had been given a twenty-dollar tip, and your boss' wife had offered you the last batch of cannoli's and a ride to your apartment over in East Flatbush. Things were good, great even.

The instructions had been a bit sketchy, even more so when the caller learned that Kevin wasn't going to be delivering. They, you could hear an amalgamation of voices on the other side of the call, tried their best to convince you to leave the pizza at a designated spot and they were to leave the money in that exact same spot.

You knew it was a scam so you threatened to hang up, but eventually, after a lot of infighting, they gave up and still placed an order for four extra large pies. You were sure to slip your mace into the pocket of your leggings before leaving.

You were expecting a group of teenage boys, not four overly grown mutant turtles.

It was a pleasant surprise. Perhaps it was your neurodivergence, but you weren't really that thrown off when Mikey had appeared from the shadows, rambling on and on about how starved he was. It took a few minutes for your head to wrap around it, but when it did you immediately blurted out that this was perhaps the best thing that could have ever happened.

"Giant, humanoid turtles!" you had shouted, letting go of the pizzas when Leo grabbed them.

"We're ninjas too!" Mikey had announced, seemingly just as excited as you were.

"Ninjas!" you repeated, as if it was the most incredible thing.

Donnie sat you down a few hours later, after you had clocked out and secured your box of cannoli's, to tell you that you had gone into shock. Perhaps were still in shock.

"Oh," you said, offering him a cannoli. "Does this mean we can't be friends?"

It was probably in that moment, sharing a cannoli with you in the middle of an alley in Brooklyn, that Donatello first found himself falling for you.

You and Mikey, you two were like two peas in a pod. Whenever he had a plan he would make sure to run it by you first. Were it pranks, a sick new choreograph, or maybe an idea for a comic book that he would forget about in a week, you were his partner in crime.

There was never a time when they felt like you judged them, made them feel like they were beneath you for being... different. You weren't like April, who was a bit more reserved. No, you embraced their quirks and their unique abilities. And that was something that Donnie found incredibly attractive.

He could talk to you for hours and you would sit and listen, you would ask questions, beg him to show you, to teach you. You were amazed at his skills, and he was enraptured with you. Late nights in the lab, where he would show you how to code, or build your own gadgets were his favorites. Then the rest of his family would fall asleep, and suddenly it was just you and him, the only two people in the world.

It was only natural that you would ask to go on patrol with them, He could see the curiosity in your eyes, anyone could. The answer was no, of course. What they did was dangerous, they got hurt. Raphael had a cracked shell that had almost taken his life, April had a scar on her bicep from getting stabbed. That was considered getting lucky. You were fragile, you would get hurt. He wouldn't allow it. He would not be responsible for putting you in danger.

"I'm not asking you to throw me into the middle of a battle, but I want to be a part of this as well. I don't want to be left out." You said, standing in front of him with your arms crossed.

He simply walked around you, itching to get on his computer. "No." is all he says, his mind made up.

"Donnie, come on." you whine, following to his lab.

"It's dangerous, you don't know what you're asking."

"I've been training with Raph and Leo, they said I'm good, that-"

"Good isn't great, Good isn't going to keep you safe."

He feels your fingers wrap around his forearm, the heat of your skin sinking into his as you stop him in his tracks. "You'll keep me safe, wont you?"

It's a dirty move, but the words go straight to his heart, making him flustered. Of course he would keep you safe. He would do anything to keep you safe. But he wasn't about to cave in. "You're not coming with us, that's final." He gently peels your fingers off of him.

"Please Donnie?" you whisper, stepping closer to him.

He has to swallow, has to stop himself from giving in to your plea. "I can't. I'm sorry. It's too risky. If you want to help, I can show you how to do that from the safety of the base. You can work at the computer, you can-"

This time you interrupt him, taking another step closer. He can smell the faint scent of your bodywash, feel the warmth that radiates off of you. It makes him swallow hard. He's being doing so good with keeping his feelings in check, but whenever you got too close things became difficult.

"Donnie I want to help. I'll be safe, I'll be careful. I'll do whatever you say, no questions asked. Please."

He found out a while ago that he had a weakness for begging. For the way your voice would slightly go up an octave, your eyebrows knitting together, the way your pupils would dilate. It made it impossible to say no to you. So he caved, weak to your pleading.

"Fine, but you stay with me at all times. You don't go off on your own, you don't engage with the enemy. You stay hidden and you let us do our job. Understood?"

You break into a wide smile, throwing your arms around his waist. "Thank you! Thank you!" you say, happiness bubbling your words.

With your face pressed against his chest and your hands interlocked just below his shell, Donnie feels his heart start to pound. It's like his brain malfunctions, and he's unable to think about anything but the way your body seems to fit so perfectly against his. He's never been hugged like this, never had someone hold onto him like they never want to let go. It's both exhilarating and terrifying.

His hand comes up to the back of your head, and he lets his fingers slip through your hair as he holds you in place.

He couldn't have picked a better night to show you the ropes. It's a rare occurrence that the city is so quiet and dead, but tonight is one of those. Donnie has glued himself to your side, choosing to ignore the teases from his brothers. He shows you things that are important, but always overlooked.

Things like where to hide, how to stay silent and unseen, and how to stay aware of your surroundings. He explains the importance of being patient and waiting for the right moment to strike. You listen to him with rapt attention, eager to learn all that you can from him. But the intense eye contact makes him nervous, and he stumbles over his words.

The night seems to fly by, and after stopping a robbery Leo calls it a night.

Raphael shoots him a look, a cocky smirk on his face as he throws his arm around Mikey. "Let's go Mikey, It's starting to feel a bit too romantic around here." Raphael says, chuckling as he pulls Mikey along.

Mikey waves at you, the same shit eating grin on his face. "See ya later, babes!"

You wave goodbye to both of them, and Donnie is fully aware of the blush on your cheeks as you turn around to face him. "We should celebrate!" you say, taking his hand.

His fingers are too big, and they swallow your hand." Sure," he whispers, unable to take his eyes off of them. "How do you want to celebrate?"

You tug, and he lets you pull him along the alley. "I saw a Mister Softee truck a couple blocks away. Lets go check if its still there!"

Donnie can't help but smile at your excitement, feeling his own heart start to race with anticipation. As you lead him towards the ice cream truck, he takes a moment to admire your beauty. The way your hair falls around your face, the way your eyes light up with joy at the prospect of ice cream. He can't help but feel a wave of emotion wash over him, a feeling he's been struggling to understand for some time now. He knows what it is, but he doesn't know if its something he's allowed to feel.

He waits for you in the shadows of the alley as you order the ice cream, his eyes glued down to his hand. He can feel the ghost of your touch still and it makes his stomach flip. He's never really had a... crush before, seeing as he was a talking mutant turtle living in the sewers. But he's seen enough movies, read enough books that he knows that he's in love with you. That his heightened heart rate, nervous behaviour, and constant desire to touch you, see you, hear you are all just symptoms of love.

Because at the end of the day, that's what he feels for you. But he's... well he's a freak and you're human. Even if you're friends, he knows you would never fall so low as to fall in love with him.

You come back and softly place his cup of strawberry covered soft serve into his hand. He's quick to push down his thoughts, fixing his face to match your smile.

"Come on," he says, unable to take his eyes off the way you lick at the ice cream on your knuckles. "I know the perfect place to enjoy this."

He takes you to one of his favorite spots, helps you climb the fire escape until you're both sitting on the ledge of the building, overlooking the Hudson and the Jersey lights.

You swing your legs, your eyes on the sight. You slowly eat your ice cream.

"Do you think its true?" you suddenly ask, turning to face him.

"Hmm?" He's got a mouthful and manners that prevent him from talking until he swallows.

You point at the group of people swimming in the river and he physically recoils.

"Do you think they'll end up with superpowers or something?"

He can't help but snort as he sets his empty paper cup down. "Oh it'll be something, with how dirty and disease riddled that water is I wouldn't be surprised if they become radioactive. They can kiss their health goodbye that's for sure. How much you wanna bet that they're tourists?"

You giggle, your eyes still glued on the tiny little figures splashing around the water. "It must be nice you know, being so carefree that you don't even care about the consequences. I wish I was that brave."

Maybe its the sugar running through his veins, or maybe its the damp New York heat, but Donnie feels something inside of him crumble. He's saved this city countless times, but somehow the idea of confessing to you was scarier than facing any of his enemies.

But he wants to, he has to. Sitting here with you, he realizes that he can't keep bottling up his feelings any longer. The odds are against him, but he wants to be brave. He calls out your name and you turn to look at him, dropping your head to the side.

"I like you" he blurts out, ripping the band-aid off. " As in more than just a friend. I keep thinking about you, about holding your hand." He's starting to get nervous and his mouth won't close.

"I can't seem to stop thinking about you. I like the way you laugh, the way you're so close with all of my brothers. You never judge us, you never make us feel like freaks. Even though that's exactly what we are."

"Donnie-"

He keeps rambling, tugging on the strap of his backpack. He can't look at you, too lost in his panicking thoughts to hear you trying to talk.

"And I know that there's no way you feel the same, I've ran the calculations, I've analyzed every possible scenario, and the chances are just too slim. But I can't help how I feel, and I just had to tell you. I like you so much, and I want to do all these things with you, like go on walks in the park, watch movies together, and I know we already do that but I want to experience all of those things again with you as my... girlfriend."

"Donnie can you-"

"Maybe this was a mistake, maybe I should have kept my mouth close but you look so beautiful right now and I'm just so tired of being-"

You've kissed him.

Your lips are soft and warm and so, so small against his. There's a hand on his thigh, pressing down in a way that makes him acutely aware of every single nerve in his body. He panics and scrambles back, his eyes wide.

"I..I" he stutters, unable to talk as he finally looks up at you.

You're smiling, your face flushed. "Sorry, you weren't letting me talk."

"You kissed me?" he asks, his voice coming out too high.

"I did... I... was I not supposed to?" when your smile falls, Donnie feels his stomach plummeting.

'No! No! It's not that!" he's quick to say, fixing the tilt of his glasses. "I didn't expect it. I was so sure that-"

"I like you, I've always liked you. Why do you think I spend so much time around you?"

"I just assumed-"

Its funny, how now you're the one not letting him talk. But perhaps its for the best.

"Donatello, I've been in love with you since day one."

Its like his world is crashing down around him at the same time its somehow coming into focus.

"I really, really want to kiss you again." you whisper, inching closer to him.

He swallows, and there's a tightening in his shell that heightens his senses. "I..." you're so close, and your hand comes to rest on his shoulder.

"Can I?" you ask, your breath against his face.

He nods, because it seems like it's all he's able to do and lets you break the space between them.

The kiss feels like a bolt of lightning shooting through him. He's aware of the differences between his body and yours. His scales against your skin, your nose brushing the flat curve of his face.

But in that moment, none of that matters. Where he thought your differences would create a barrier between you, they seem to have melted away. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, and he feels a jolt of pleasure at the way your body molds perfectly against his.

The kiss is slow, sweet, and even though he needs to breathe he lets you be the first one to pull away.

You're panting as you sit back on your legs, looking up at him with a smile.

Donatello's heart is pounding in his chest as he looks down at you, feeling a mix of disbelief and euphoria. He can't believe that he just kissed you, and that it felt so right. He reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his hand lingering on your cheek.

"That was... amazing," he murmurs, his voice husky with emotion. "I never thought... I never thought it could feel like that."

You smile up at him, your eyes shining. "Me neither," you admit, reaching up to take his hand in yours. "But I'm so glad it did."

Donatello leans in to kiss you again, this time with a bit more confidence. He's still a little bit unsure of himself, but he knows that he wants to explore this new territory with you.

Somehow, he ends up on top of you, his hand cradling the back of your head, his mouth on your neck.

When he takes you home, he tries his best to stop staring at the purple bruise blooming on the apex of your neck. He never meant to give you a hickey, to mark you. But he finds that he really likes the way it looks on you, like you're his.

Donnie knows that it's not appropriate, that there will be questions and awkward conversations, but he can't help the sense of pride that fills him when he sees it.

The kiss goodbye is shorter, and he waits until you reach your room and wave at him from your window to head back to the lair.

As he makes his way back, his mind is racing with thoughts and emotions. He's scared, but excited. Happy, but also uncertain about what the future holds. He knows that being with a human is uncharted territory for him and he wonders if it's possible to make it work.

When he reaches the lair, he's greeted by Leo who sits at the Dojo, cleaning his weapons.

"Sit." he says, in that big brother voice of his that he pulls out when he's about to say something very important.

Donnie takes a seat in front of him, crossing his legs.

"So," Leo starts, setting his knives down. "Wanna tell me why you look like you're on cloud nine?"

Donnie feels his face flush, but he knows he can't hide anything from Leo.

"I kissed her," he admits, a small smile spreading across his face.

Leo's eyes widen in surprise. "And?"

"And she kissed me back," Donnie answers, still feeling the warmth of your lips on his.

Leo grins. "Well, it's about time!"

Donnie feels a weight lift from his shoulders as he tells his brother everything.

[Anyways, my first ever tmnt fanfiction, super proud of myself]

#donatello #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #tmnt imagine #tmnt donnie #tmnt fandom #bayverse tmnt

[meirimerens]

what's the difference(s) between threefold- fourfold- and three-and-a-half-fold- bullet? I think I get it but. Do I truly get it...

Ok [cracks knuckles] disclaimers for these last two those are what >I< me personally little old me means when i make the distinction between fourfold & threeandahalf. other fourfold/threeandahalf-bullet scholars might use them differently. but this is for #my blog

THREEFOLD BULLET:

this is a #canon thing this is from a line of Andrey's towards dankovsky, after dankovsky, mistaken for andrey, saved andrey's life: "So I am you! The furnace of this catastrophe has molded me, my brother, and you into a single person… The fire of war has molded us into a threefold bullet. It's natural. We are one. The three sides of a single process.". the term "threefold bullet" is a phrase used to point out/discuss/conceptualize the Entity of Dankovsky + The Twins, whatever kind of bond you want to put between each of the people involved in that.

FOURFOLDBULLET:

these three + farkhad. specifically for me, farkhad AS HE WAS ALIVE. fourfold bullet, to me, includes the three + Alive farkhad as he informs, colors, t(a)ints the relationship(s). it's finding bits of alive farkhad in the current bond; it's the twins retroactively considering their relationship(s) with farkhad, when he was alive, through the lenses of the current bond. it's alive farkhad, with his own thoughts, this own mind, his own behaviors & alive characteristics, informing/tinting/tainting/being seen through the lived, present threefoldbulletesque bond.

i've mentioned somewhere else on this blog how i see the twins having a convince-consume-kill(/cannibalize) set of behaviors when they try to bring people to their own cause. convince a person of the truth/the matterance of their beliefs/their art/their cause, & if that does not work consume them (whatever shape that takes, it can be sex, it can be the "absorption" into the unit that in my mind's eye Andrey is going for in his threefold line [because in my mind he already tried the sex method & it didn't work truly a first which is why he's obsessed now]), and if that does not work, kill them. this is what happened to farkhad. as such, dankovsky is somewhat falling in line with farkhad-as-he-was. the "fourfold" bullet, to me, is the named entity with the threefold bullet + farkhad in the convincing or consuming stages, and how that is reflected in dankovsky presently.

tldr the threefold bullet + farkhad as a living memory moving and moved by his own personality.

THREEANDAHALFFOLDBULLET:

now i giggle. to me, threeandahalffold is these three + farkhad. specifically, for me, dead farkhad. 😈. specifically, dead farkhad as he haunts. the psychological haunting, of course, his presence as a gnawing guilt, but also his ghost. his apparitions as noises. as shadows. as sounds. as creaking. as silhouettes. his presence as it is referred to not in the past, but in the gnawing, biting, obsessive present. farkhad as his cathedral, and his stillwater. (which/who dankovsky inhabits). farkhad as a memory that transposes itself upon dankovsky's face and, instead of fondness, remembrance or calculation, instills horror.

tldr the threefold bullet + farkhad as a living dead memory, moving and moved out of the grave in parts on his own, and how big that part is is horrifying for the twins to conceptualize, and in parts by the him-shaped guilt angel breathing down the twins' neck, taunting, animated by guilt, fear, regret, and bloodlust to kill him again but better this time.

😈 nyehehehe.

#again. just me! other hashtag scholars might see it differently #threefold bullet #threeandahalffold bullet #fourfold bullet #<- already hashtag scholared in those you can take a gander #anonymous #ring ring (answers)

[devilfic]

Don’t know if you are taking requests but maybe battinson and reader doing their mbti test, and reader getting a villain personality.

lmfao

pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: implied sexual content but no body parts mentioned. words: 894.

a/n: gratuitous amount of italics here. not sorry. implied sub!bruce but that's not what this is about. also, anon, guess who ELSE has a villain personality type according to google :)

who's gonna tell him

You probably know he’s not really listening. With the wrench between his teeth, fingers straining to reach into the void of his engine and find where the Batmobile had gone unresponsive, he’s only half present. Maybe a third at best. Still, he enunciates through the metal, already forgetting what you'd called him, “INT...C? What does that mean?”

“I-N-T-J. You’re the architect. It means you’re introverted, intuitive, thinking, and judging. You’re good at problem solving and detective work, of course. But you struggle emotionally and are prone to being… ‘socially clueless’.” From your spot in the driver’s seat, Bruce makes a show of leaning around the propped up hood just to be clear on how much he disapproves. He even removes the wrench with his oil-slick hand so he can frown properly. “I didn’t write this, babe. Don’t look at me.”

“You’re reading it to me.”

“I just wanted to know if we’d be compatible!”

He huffs, having found what ever kink in the machine he was looking for and focusing on that instead. He disappears behind the hood but his voice carries through the terminus loud and clear, “Well, are we?”

You decide to do some research.

Somewhere between Bruce triumphing over the engine and coming around to the window to gloat, he catches you staring incredulously at your phone.

“What's the verdict? Are we sworn enemies?” Your eyes dart up to Bruce’s and the longer you stare at him, picking him apart in silence, the more his smile begins to fade. For a second, he starts to think you actually might be sworn enemies. For a millisecond, he starts to care.

"I took the test." You declare, voice freakishly even. Bruce isn't smiling anymore.

"And?"

"I got ENTJ."

"And?"

"We're compatible, sure, whatever," Bruce squints, confused, because you'd been more excited to know the answer to that than he was, "but then I fell down this rabbit hole—I wanted to see who we shared personalities with—and then I found this article. Guess what we are?"

You turn your phone to him. You've pulled up a web result for “Which MBTI personality types are villains?”. In the blurb at the very top, he reads INTJ. Then he looks over at you, your eyes wide and suspicious, and he’d ask you to stop giving him that look if it wasn’t for the way your mouth starts to curl up.

You’re not suspicious. You’re impish. “We’re both villains.”

Sure enough, the other most common villain personality type is ENTJ.

Bruce thinks it’s silly, a little less silly than when you’d done his natal chart (but he’d sat and asked questions all the same, a little too invested in the bits about his childhood karma) because the quiz at least knew something about him, but silly nonetheless.

But you’re also enjoying it enough that he leans into it, feels his own lips curling up too. He folds his arms on the door and leans inside the car, casting a dark shadow over you, "I have enough bad press as it is."

You giggle. You place a hand on his forearm and squeeze, "I don't know. I think you'd be pretty sexy as a villain."

Bruce watches you through hooded eyelids and considers, for a moment, that maybe you're a little too into this. He treads the waters, wondering whether you'll show your hand. He digs through his memory for what you'd called him, the other thing that had actually stuck, “The architect and…”

“The commander.” You finish, jutting your chin up with pride.

“Sounds about right.”

“I'll be the one in control, and you'll be my pretty little mastermind making everything happen.”

“Sounds sort of right.”

“What do you mean, ‘sort of’? You’re a slave to my every whim.”

“Oh, I'm your slave now?" Bruce drops an octave with intention, delighting in your fingernails biting into his muscles. "Since when?"

Your eyes fucking twinkle. You look so excited that he fleetingly wonders if he should keep an eye on you. And he imagines you’d enjoy having him bested, kneeling at your feet as you unmask him and lean in and grin and declare, victorious- “Haven’t you always been?”

Your breath on his lips hasn’t even cooled before he’s leaning into the car and craning your mouth up to meet his, a hand at your jaw and the other keeping him propped through the window.

He imagines too, just for fun, leaning into a getaway car to celebrate a job well done, before coming around the side to jet off into the sunset. A real Bonnie and Clyde.

He feels you tugging on his shoulders and leaning back into the driver’s seat, compelling him to follow. You almost drag him fully through the window (a feat that’s only possible because he’s basically putty in your hands right now), and he grips the center console to steady himself before he falls in and crushes you, “The car’s been fixed all of two minutes and you wanna defile it already?” Bruce accuses, not actually caring in the slightest.

You’re awful. Your eyes still twinkle beneath the innocent flutter of your eyelashes, clearly still on villains and evil plans and whatever images you’d conjured up in your brain after calling him your slave. What ever happened to not mixing business with pleasure? “Come on, Batman. Don't be such a prude."

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#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne one shot #bruce wayne scenarios #bruce wayne fluff #bruce wayne fic #bruce wayne #batman x reader #batman one shot #batman scenarios #the batman scenarios #the batman x reader #batman fluff #batman fic #the batman #battinson x reader #battinson #mjwrites

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Damn it, I'm craving a bloody Bucky now. Ugh.

Omg please tell me he comes back from a mission and he needs us to calm down and then we clean him up afterwards?

Sort of.

The Red Door

Summary: You take on a mysterious new client.

Warnings: prostitution, oral, blood, dubcon at worst.

Please, let me know what you think. Leave a like, reblog, and some feedback. Love you all.

🩸🩸🩸

The other girls are scared. You won't pretend you're not. 

They stare as you lead the man down the hallway, figures pressed against wood, eyes peering through inch-wide cracks, women with a sudden sense of modesty. You exhale as the heavy boots follow you, methodic, rhythmic, almost inhuman in their unwavering pace. 

You stop at the end of the hall, by the door painted red, pulling forth the scarf tucked in the belt of your silk robe. You tie it around the knob to signal others not to disturb before you twist. You enter and wait for him, the metallic smell tickles your nose and seeps into your stomach. It almost makes you wretch.

He pauses at the threshold, the rosy light casting soft shadows across the space. Another scarf tossed over the lamp to give the effect. You grip the edge of the door and hold back a shiver as you look at him.

You didn't before. Not fully. You were too terrified to see further than the streaks of crimson across black leather, spattered across his chiseled jaw, and dark hair. His blue eyes are the only bright thing about him.

He steps through, another clunk of his thick sole, and marches past you. You blow out another quivery breath and shut the door. The click makes you flinch.

You turn to watch him as he walks the perimeter of the room, stopping at the covered window, examining it before spinning back. He moves as if he's inspecting the place. Curious, most men aren't so concerned with the room, just the bed.

Suddenly, he approaches you again. You press yourself to the door and cower. The stench of blood stains your tongue as wafts in through your nostrils. He reaches past your arm and turns the latch, locking you in.

He retreats without a word, not even looking at you. You stand on your own weight as he angles his head until a loud crack comes from his neck. He stretches his fingers, the leather gloves squeaking, then pops his knuckles.

The more antsy customers do better with wine. You go to the cabinet in the corner and open the small glass door. You grasp the neck of a bottle but his gritty voice gives you pause, as abrupt and unexpected as the rest of him.

"No, shit is like water to me," he waves you off.

You let go of the bottle and shut the door. You face him as he strides along the edge of the bed, unstrapping a glove and peeling it off. He pulls off the other and leaves them to ball on the table against the window. He drags his fingertips along the wood.

"I'm Rouge," you offer, uncertain how else to proceed. Some of the men like to have a name, others don't give a fuck. You don't ask for the same as often they prefer anonymity. This isn't a place for renown.

"You choose that?" He wonders as he turns, examining his hands, one shiny and metal, blood in the creases across his palms. He looks at them as if they are not his own, a wrinkle between his brows, as if he is as perturbed by the sight as you. Your more concerned with the artificial knuckles limned in gold.

"Red door, rouge," you shrug, "suppose the one before me went by the same."

He nods and drops his hands. His throat bobs as his eyes glimmer hotly. He looks at you, jaw ticking.

"I need to... clean up..." his timbre scrapes up his throat and he spreads a hand across his bloody jacket, resting it there before retracting it sharply. He bends his fingers and blows out a breath. His eyes search the floor, then the wall, as if he's lost.

"Sit," you say.

"I'm dirty," he returns flatly.

"I change the bed after. Every time."

He shifts and looks at the bed. His sole squeaks on the floor as he keeps his fist balled and considers the invitation. Surely, he didn't come here without intent. 

He hesitates and takes the two steps across the floor and sits. His shoulders are straight, posture rigid, head raised like a soldier. His knees are wide as he grips one, once more entranced by the blood across his knuckles.

You leave him and gulp as you enter the small bathroom. You take the small basin from beneath and let it fill with warm water as you search for a cloth. You twist the faucet off, balancing the plastic vessel and the cloth as you emerge.

You place the basin on the table by his gloves and wet the cloth. He watches, you sense him and confirm it with a glance in his direction. You turn and near him. You reach to wipe the streak across his forehead and he catches your hand, wincing as if you've slapped him.

You stare into his deep blue eyes, endless like the ocean, mysterious and terrifying.

"I'm just helping," you say.

You wonder but you don't ask. He's not there to talk and neither are you. Besides, you don't want to know what happened. Rather, what he did.

He relaxes, just a little, and you continue to wipe away the blood. It's dry enough that it flakes onto the cotton and you rinse it before turning back, dabbing the line of his nose as he wiggles the tip and scrunches his lips. Ticklish despite his veneer.

He lifts his chin so you can clean his jaw and you see how the blood has dripped past his high collar. None of it seems to be his own.

You take his hand, the real one, and worked diligently on his fingers. He spreads them and turns his palm up as he lets you. He groans, a soft whisper, as you focus on the task.

"You get a lot of men in here need cleaning up?" He asks.

"You really wanna talk about them?" You ask as you turn and dip the cloth in the water, wringing it out before facing him again.

"Nah," he grabs the knot in your silk belt and tugs you close, stilling your other hand before you can touch it to him, "I don't know why I came here."

"Why does anyone come here?" You counter.

"Fair enough," he shrugs and slowly lowers your hand, squeezing it as he slides further over the edge.

"You want me to undress you, honey?" You ask."

"You call everyone that?" He intones.

"What do you want me to call you?"

"Whatever you like, doll," his tone softens, "you're a sweet thing, working in a place like this."

"You came to a place like this," you say as you wiggle your hand free of his. You drape the clothes over the edge of the basin and return to him, sliding down the tab of the zipper just beneath his chin.

"Not tryna insult you," he assures you as he frames your right hip with his hand, the metal cold through the thin silk. His touch slides down to knead your thigh and he hums. You let him pretend he isn't as slimy as the rest of them.

"I know," you push the zipper down and pull apart the leather, revealing the tight black tank beneath.

He stands and you can't help but take a step back. He looms over you, reminding you at once of the imbalance; client and seller, brute and woman. You guide the jacket down his arms and draw it away from him.

He sits once more and begins to unlace his boots. He tugs harshly as you hang the jacket on the back of the chair, looking at you as he pulls his foot free of the leather.

"I wanna see what you're hidin'," he says.

You nod and untie your robe. The lace bra and thong beneath lend a glimmer to his gaze as he removes his second boot. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slow, his chest rising and falling markedly. He runs his fingers down his cheek as he stares.

"Come here," he demands, all gentleness receding as he tugs up his shirt, peeling it over his head.

His torso is thick, muscular, and covered in scars. Those along his left shoulder that line the edge of the metal are most obvious, like tendrils that reach towards his neck and across his chest. There is blood in those places where it seeped through a seam.

He drops the shirt over the edge of the bed as he watches you approach.

He rises as you shed the robe. You gasp as his metal hand stretches across your throat and he squeezes, just enough to frighten. You peek up from beneath your lashes as his other hand comes up behind your head.

“Are you scared?” He asks.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, “who wouldn’t be?”

He searches you, for something, anything. A crack, a tell. You can see he’s trained to look for weakness, for deceit. In your business, honesty is the best policy… to a point.

His touch slips down your throat and past your collar bone. He traces a line between your cleavage and flutters along your stomach. He pulls away and unbuttons his fly. You go back to the table and open the slender draw, pulling out a condom from within. You return to him as he hooks his thumbs in the top of his dark briefs.

You hold out the square package and he tuts, “I want you to put it on, doll.”

It’s not an unusual request. You tear open the corner as he pushes down his pants and briefs in one swoop. He stands straight, his need bobbing before him. You can rarely tell with a man what they hide below the waist but with him, he’s as thick there as anywhere else.

You place the rubber against his tip and circle your fingers around him, unrolling the condom down his length. He trembles and grips your side. His other hand crawls up your arm and cradles the back of your head. With a nudge, he urges you down.

You get to your knees and look up at him, his fingers brush around to your chin. His thumb lingers on your lip as he grasps his hip with his other hand. You wrap your grip around him and stroke him. He lets out a long hum.

You press your lips to the slight bump at the end of the condom and slowly take him in. The act is routine, almost numb. You welcome him to the back of your throat, your hand reaching up blinding to brace his hip. He covers it with his own as he pets your crown with his metal fingertips.

“Slow down, act like you mean it,” he pushes his hips out until you gag.

You breathe through your nose and ease your throat, inching him down past your reflex. You go until you can’t take anymore and pull back until only his tip remains, poking just between your lips. You repeat the motion as he balls your hair in his hand, purring as you coax him with your mouth.

His voice drones around the room, the tension slaking from his tone. You push your tongue against him as he coos, “that’s it, doll.”

The wet noise of your mouth slicks up and down him, you smell the sweat and blood, taste it despite the layer of rubber between you. You let your hand glide up his hard stomach. His muscles clench in response as he squeezes your shoulder.

“I’m ready, doll,” he snakes his hand under your chin to stop you, “you’re gonna make go too fast.”

You slide your mouth off of him, a string of spit dangling before you wipe it away with the back of your hand. You swallow as he offers his hand, hauling you up roughly so you stumble against him.

“How do you want it, baby?” You ask, breathless.

He smirks, the first chip in his hard veneer. Beneath it all, beneath the metal and blood, he is a man. He grabs your arm and spins you so you're dizzy. He shoves you so you bend over the bed and he kicks apart your feet. He slaps your ass with his metal hand so you cry out. The sting ripples down your thigh.

He tugs the thong aside and drags his tip along your folds as he bends his legs. You curl your fingers into the mattress as he edges inside. Your lips form an O as he stretches you. He feels even bigger than he looks. Your walls fit snugly around him. He sighs as he reaches his limit and your legs buckle.

“Thing is, doll, as sweet as you are, I can’t help but break things,” he thrusts, bringing you to your tip toes as you cry out again. The pain is as fiery as the pleasure, “even nice things.”

Your eyes roll into your skull as he dips his hips again, a hand on your waist as his other kneads your ass. He rears back and jars you meanly. Your moan becomes a whine and you hit the top of the bed. Your bones thrum with the force of it.

He falls into a steady tempo, skin slapping loudly, you whimper and squeal, tortured by his intrusion. His grip is tight enough to make you grit your teeth. The long he goes, the harder, the faster his thrusts.

The bed hits the wall with each tilt of his pelvis and your voice forms a deafening and endless blare. You can barely take it. Your walls throb as your bones feel as if they will snap. He latches onto your shoulders, arching your back as he rams into you, over and over.

His growls and grunts swirl into a cacophony with your shameless song. Your feet slip out from under you and he falls onto you, crushing you against the mattress. He doesn’t stop, bucking into you furiously as he scoops his hand under your chin and lifts your head. He nuzzles along your neck and bites into the tender flesh that curves into your shoulder.

You sputter as your walls vibrate around him, his own motion grows errati and he raises his head to snarl at the ceiling. He jerks his hips, over and over, punctuating his climax, until he’s shaking and weak. He stops and hangs his head to exhale into your scalp.

“I paid for the hour, doll,” he wiggles inside you, “I’m gonna make you earn this.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #ask drabble #mcu #marvel #winter soldier

[a-random-weeb]

Hiii love ur account! Idk if I can request cause it says it’s closed, so sorry if I’m wrong!

Can I please request a yandere who looks very dominant; tall and buff with muscles. Literally everyone is scared of him because of how frightening he looks. Everyone other than Reader: Yandere is actually scared of reader and is very submissive around them. He actively seeks Reader’s approval and will do anything for her. Kind of like a guard dog? He’s really just a big puppy who craves Readers affection. Thank youuuu

Awww I love this idea!! Let's name him... Austyn, idk it just fits lol. I couldn't think of what age to make him, so I said screw it and put yall in high-school because that's the easiest

Also I know you requested this months ago, and everyone else requested their things months ago, guys I've been so tired recently, I'm so sorry I haven't been able to write what you've been wanting me to. I'm so sorry if you're still waiting on your request, and I'm hoping I'll get more chances to write soon. Thank you for your patience :)

Warnings: Yandere (obv), clingy and obsessive behavior, a little more than just mentions of murder, slight mentions of rape (not to reader or anything i just noticed it was brought up so I figured I'd put it in just incase), reader gets forcefully drugged, kidnapping

This fic is not meant to romanticize unhealthy and toxic relationships, it's hot af in fanfictions but is never ok irl

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A huge man towers over you, his shadow engulfing your entire figure, his huge muscles and rough exterior making him appear as if he could kill. He stares down at your petite and fragile body in an intimidating manner as you jolt up in a sitting position. Clutching the desk beneath your upper body, you recognize him almost immediately.

"Where am I?! What do you want?!" You scream dramatically, almost tipping backwards in your chair.

"You fell asleep in class." His eyes narrow. "I had to poke you a bunch so you would wake up. The bell just rang, its lunch time." Your whole face burns a cherry color.

"Um- thanks..." Your eyes wander anywhere but his face. The corners of his mouth ever so slighty elevate as he leans on your desk.

"Would you like to eat lunch together?" He tilts his head slightly in an almost cute way. Your brows furrow in confusion, but nod regardless out of pure fear. He could probably kill you in one hit. No, simply him blowing on you would be enough to knock you 8 miles. You pack your school supplies and walk to your locker, Austyn almost breathing down your back as he watches you grab your stuff.

Entering the cafeteria, you both take a seat in one of the only spots left in the overcrowded area, its a bit shocking when kids start scooting away from you both, even the kids across from you want nothing to do with your new 'friend'. Or thats at least what you hope he wants with you...

Your prayers were answered, but in the worst way possible. It's almost physically painful watching Austyn attempt to make conversation with you. Stuttering over every second word, obviously embarrassed and anxious, fumbling with his hands. It was... cute. You'd never thought he would be like this while talking to him, you've seen him be rude and cold to everyone, maybe he's just shy and comes off as rude? Guess you'll find out. You, having not as many friends as you'd like to have, appreciate the attention from him regardless. But he desperately needed help with this whole social thing, so you give him a hand.

"If you're not busy, maybe you could help me with homework after we finish eating?" You smile, hoping he's not busy before you die of embarrassment. Thankfully, he nods, and the two of you finish your meal in silence.

You were hoping he'd be a little more outgoing and not as awkward in the library, but boy were you wrong. More stuttering, more avoidance of eye contact, more hand fidgeting. He wasnt even helping, just sitting there and watching you, almost too intently. You almost scream of joy when your best and only friend, Abby, joins you.

"Hi!" She beams excitedly, taking a seat next to you, "need help?"

"You're my savior!" You giggle, hugging her. Austyns aura immediately chances from a shy puppy to one that could kill. He glares daggers into Abby as she speaks a bit too friendly to you, gets a little too close to you, helps you instead of him. He knows he needs to up his game, but your stupid friend might ruin his chances.

Abby was your friend since elementary school, you've never been great at giving anyone a smile, but she always brings out your biggest one. She's helped you through so much, you owe her your life!

The rest of lunch Austyn stays silent and in the background, you assume he's shy... God, you hope that he was not hurt. You continued the rest of your classes like normal, overjoyed when the day comes to an end.

You and Abby walk home together, teasing and laughing with eachother. Austyn trails behind you both, not talking too much. Neither of you know where Austyn lives, and forget to ask. They drop you off at your house, and Abby lives just across the street so you guess Austyn walks her home. The long between your houses and the school is 30 minutes. You could take the bus, and you do in the mornings, but the walk is too beautiful to miss, so fun laughing with your best friend through the sunset in the city, too fun running through the long field of grass, racing down the streets, seeing who can reach your house the fastest, rubbing it in your face as you both either collapse on your porch or Abby goes home. Sometimes, you dance outside together, sharing secrets, giggling over whatever crush the other one has... Abbys friends with almost everyone, but the two of you are inseparable. Tonight though, you only talked with Abby, not wanting to make Austyn feel left out, and not wanting to seem awkward infront of your new friend. You run inside, jumping into your bed, thinking Austyn is just a little cute. Maybe a tiny crush? You don't think on it too much, as you pass out.

The next day, Austyn starts hanging out with you and Abby, which neither of you mind. He's a bit less shy and a bit more friendly. He's in your homeroom, science, and math class, so you sat next to him in all of those. You guys talked and exchanged answers from time to time, overall getting along very well. You guys hang out at lunch, and sure, you give a slight bit more attention to Abby, but thats it, and overall, the three of you get along like three peas in a pod. The next four days go similarly, your crush for him grows.

One lunch time the three of you meet up, eat, and head to the library. You weren't sure what was wrong, but Austyn didn't seem to be a huge fan of Abby, only hanging out and attempting to make conversation with you, almost cutting Abby out. You, of course, refuse to let that happen, and keep adding your friend the the conversation. You and Abby exchange a confused look, Austyn normally loves you and Abby.

After school the same day, you run over to Abbys locker, waiting for her to grab her stuff. You wait for 5 minutes... 10 minutes... 20 minutes... she doesn't show up. Thinking it's a bit strange, you still wait, assuming she was held back in class or something, as the teachers often like to praise her work or offer her opportunities for an upcoming math competition or something. She appears, after awhile, running towards you. The two of you begin to walk home together. When you ask her what she was doing, she awkwardly dodges the question. You leave her alone about it.

The next day when you arrive at school, Abby still didn't show up. How strange, you think to yourself. Abby hasn't missed a single day this year, not even when she was sick, you have no clue how she does it. Straight As, no days missed, friends with everyone she talks to, yet she's not here. You couldn't help but feel a pit in your stomach, not wanting to assume the worst. You would've thought she'd at least text you right? The more you thought about it the worse it got. What if she was raped by a creepy teacher?? What if she was kidnapped?! Maybe she got a deadly sickness and has three days to live! There's so many possibilities you weren't sure, what if-

"Hey!" Your new 'friend' from yesterday appears before you, looking like he's accomplished something great.

"Hi...?" You look up at him, calming yourself immediately. You knew you shouldn't overthink this, she probably just missed her bus or something. Austyn obviously picks up on your torn face as he asks,

"Hey, are you ok? You look offput..." he does his signature, puppy-like head tilt. you quickly nod your head, laughing to yourself silently of the stupidity of your overdramatic thoughts. You weren't normally so anxious, this over worried about your friend not being at school immediately, but for some reason, your gut was screaming at you that something bad happened. And then... The overwhelming feeling to run hits you. Looking at Austyns smile fills you with a strange sense of dread. White noise echos in your ears.

"Woah, woah, calm down!" He panics, "Hey what happened? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Hes acting way too friendly today... you shake your head.

"I-I don't know what's wrong with me today? I guess it's just a weird day....?" Austyn rushes to wipe some tears you didn't notice were were falling from your eyes.

"Hey, you don't have to talk about it...." he sighs "I don't know what happened, but stop worrying."

Abby was murdered.

You don't know how you know, last night was such a haze... what happened...? Pictures of her dead body flash in your mind, the killer standing there with a knife and sadistic smile. You swear it was a dream... you remember beginning your walk home, but can't remember anything passed the midway point, not even what you did last night, did you even eat dinner? You didn't wear pajamas last night, you assumed you were just tired when you woke up. But did you really see Abbys murder or is this just the most dramatic you've ever been on a Wensday morning?

You continued your day like normal, the sinking feeling never leaving you. Austyn was acting strange, outgoing and sweet to you. And yet his face was making you want to throw up for some reason... to go as far as to flee the country. Well, maybe not that far, but you certainly didn't want him near you for some reason.

The end of the days comes, and your dumbass told Austyn he could walk you home. It was probably fine, you'd go to sleep tonight and tomorrow everything would be normal, Abby would be at school and Austyn wouldn't be as creepy to you. You're sure of it.

You wait for him near the entrance of the school, and of course, when he comes out, he's almost stumbling over his own feet to run towards you.

"Hey!" He gives a huge innocent smile as he begins walking with you, clutching the arms of his backpack in a shy manner. You smile up at him, not sure if it's a real smile or not. No words are exchanged as you both watch little cracks of the sunset through all the large buildings of the city. It wasn't cold, but it definitely wasn't hot, the perfect night for a first kiss. Stars beginning to appear as you make your way out of downtown, you've only been walking for 15 minutes... almost the midway point... you have a much better view of the now gone sun, there's still a bit of red. There's no one around, it's a gorgeous night, you're walking home with a guy... everything should be perfect, it should be romantic. You recognize this, Deja vu, but different.... memories from what you think to be the dream, or a cruel reality you weren't sure yet start to appear. Abbys lifeless body in the long grass, the moonlight to the killers back, you know who it was, but you can't remember.... all these events took place just upahead and-

It wasn't a dream.

Blood stains lay in the grass and you point to Austyn, not in control of your body or the words that spill from your mouth, or the tears that spill from your mouth, or the puke that's about to spill from your mouth.

"You did this... didn't you...?"

Austyns eyes darken, "and you remember. I knew the sedatives wouldn't work as well as I wanted them to..." he sighs "I did this for you, don't you see?! I killed her for you. I've loved you for so long and you've never even looked at me. So I stalked you, learned about you, you're so cute yknow! You never laughed the same way around me as you did with Abby, ramble to me as you did with her.... So now our problem is gone, and we can be the cutest couple!" He spits delusionally. You back away from him, the moon to his back, the same spot as last night. He grabs your wrist harshly, overpowering you easily.

"You can't run darling, now let's go to my house!" He beams, "I'll even bring you home the head of someone you don't like!" You thrash around, screaming for help, but Austyn just giggles and hugs you to him, holding one hand around your arms and torso and the other over your mouth. "Shhhhh, it'll be ok!" He puts a chloroform filled cloth to your mouth, and everything goes dark.

Maybe I'll write a part 2, maybe I'll do headcannons, maybe I'll leave you guys to imagine the rest, we'll see :3

#Yandere #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #soft yandere #tw yandere #Yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #I'm sorry I left for so long TvT #Did yall miss me? :'3 #yandere oc #Dark yandere #Yandere puppy

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Did Edolon become Seinru? Well, yes. But actually no. (Edolon Character Analysis) [REVISED REPOST]

Content warning: Discussion of abuse, manipulation, cults, and canonically depicted gore

Spoiler warning: Snowbound Blood Volume 12.

AUTHORS NOTE: Hello! Back in July I posted a similar version of this analysis, but since then I’ve realized a lot about Edolon and Seinru and decided to private the old one and republish this revised version instead. I think this version offers more canon compliant insight into both of their characters and I am much more confident in this version; so I hope this offers a new perspective into both of their characters :)!! They are both very very interesting and I have spent way too much time thinking about them.

In discussions of Edolon, something that people have found confusing is his seemingly drastic change from what we’ve seen of him pre sacrifice of Seinru and post sacrifice of Seinru. Before Snowbound Blood Vol. 12 came out, this was especially the case. 

From what we’ve seen of Edolon pre-ritual is a much more dependent and less confident person in comparison to those traits, while not fully going away, seemingly diminishing post-ritual. This paired with some concerning dialogue and actions pertaining to “becoming Seinru” has led to some… worrying conclusions. 

First, let's quickly go over some observations that have caused confusion or concern in some readers. These will be elaborated more on later.

Seinru saying to Edolon before their death, “As long as you're still here, I'll never truly be gone.” 

After Seinrus death, Edolons had a seemingly drastic change in character that involved picking up many of Seinrus traits.

Edolons severed hand was replaced with Seinrus hand.

So, did Edolon become Seinru? What does that even mean? Did Seinru really possess him?

While I find the theory that Seinru possessed or is controlling Edolon to be interesting, I think that there’s a lot more analysis and discussion to be had about Edolon being the person that he is today because of Seinrus manipulation and shaping of him along with a wide variety of other factors. Edolon not having full physical control over his actions absolves him of a lot of blame, which is much less interesting than all of his actions and feelings having a root cause that can be traced back to people, events or influences in his life.

So, in order to understand why Edolon seemingly changed, we have to analyze the way he was pre-ritual, leading up to the ritual, post-ritual and factors that would impact why he changed in the way he did.

As said before, prior to the ritual, Edolon showed less confidence and a dependency on Seinru. In many moments both his reliance on Seinru and his nervousness is shown,

A gaunt man steps from the shadows and slides up next to Seinru. They give his hand a gentle squeeze before disappearing behind the altar. As he nervously leans forwards(...)”

SEINRU: Dolo.  Out of the corner of your eye, Seinru steps forward, taking Edolon's hand in hers. She squeezes it, gently. 

Edolon approaches you, taking Seinru's place as they retreat into the sacrificial slab's gloom. Where Seinru knelt beside you, Edolon tries to loom. It only emphasizes his stoop. You laugh. To your displeasure, so does Pozzol. (...) Edolon glances in Pozzol's direction. His eyes drift instinctively to the altar, to the rim of darkness in the vague outline of Seinru. SEINRU: This is your moment. SEINRU: Everything, from here to obliteration, belongs to you.

Along with this, Edolon isn’t confident that he’ll be capable of taking her place as the high priest of the cult,

EDOLON: i'm just not convinced i have what it takes. EDOLON: i'm not like you. EDOLON: i'm still afraid. i'll still feel the pain, even when you don't. EDOLON: what if i can't do any of it? EDOLON: then all i'll have accomplished is adding more misery to my life. SEINRU: That's not going to happen. EDOLON: and this is not a role i was meant to play.

From this, we get some very interesting insight on Edolon dependency and feelings towards Seinru. Edolon depends greatly on Seinru for reassurance and guidance and looks for their care when he feels insufficient. Edolon sees Seinru as someone perfect, someone he needs and someone who makes his miserable life worth it. All this makes the idea of their death all the more terrifying for him.

Though post-ritual - without Seinru there to guide him - Edolon is seemingly much more confident and capable of his role in the cult. This supposed confidence only ramps up to extremes as he both unlocks his alchemic potential and ESPECIALLY as the events of Incursion take place. I don’t think analyzing quotes would do this change justice. Just look at any of his actions he takes to progress the game and crash an inauguration without Seinrus guidance. 

So what does this mean for Edolon? Why did he react and change this way in response to Seinrus death?

First off, we need to remember what character we’re dealing with here. In order to understand why Edolon responded this way to the death of someone he loves, you have to remember that this is Edolon. There are many factors of his life and upbringing that change the way that he responds to trauma. Due to the severe brainwashing from both Seinru and the cult, as well as the severe abuse he faced in his childhood, the way he reacts to the traumatic event of losing his partner is much different than a majority of the people faced with this kind of loss.

Rather than reacting with anger, fear, depression, numbness, or many of the other common reactions to the death of a loved one, he reacted in the way that the cult and Seinru manipulated him into reacting. Before their death, Seinru told Edolon what they wanted from him after death, and Edolon in turn became what they wanted him to become. He wanted to accept the gift and chance to grow that Seinru had told him they were dying for so that he wouldn't let them down. Along with this, as a Gaiaeon worshiper he has an extremely deranged view on the world. Edolon truly believes that the world should be destroyed in the name of Gaiaeons perfect reality and the sacrifice of Seinru would aid in that goal, even if he doesn’t want to lose them. To the cult, death is a form of release from the corrupted world that they live in.

Edolon is also driven by his need for revenge against Corporate. As a child, Edolon was raised and abused by The Executive for not being able to live up to his expectations and because of this was later abandoned by Corporate. Due to both the cult's brainwashing and wanting revenge for how he was treated, Edolon wants to destroy Corporate as a whole. In order to enact this plan, though, Seinrus sacrifice would have to happen. 

Along with this, Edolons childhood and his doom aspect has greatly affected how he views pain. He was raised to endure brutal circumstances, just like Sestro was. To him, pain is something that you must grit your teeth and learn to power through. It is something that you must become numb to in order to harness that pain and throw it back towards those who hurt you. And to Edolon, the final goal of the cult is something he must work towards, and Seinrus death is another thing he must painfully endure for the “greater good,” no matter how much he doesn’t want to lose them. (There’s a great analysis about this topic that you can read here; it inspired me to add this paragraph)

From these factors, we begin to see how all of these aspects of him are intertwined with each other and how they have shaped who Edolon is today. 

Now, going back to Seinru: We can see from this that Seinrus words have a very strong impact on Edolon. As said before, the severity of this impact on Edolon comes from his dependency and idolization of her paired with Seinrus manipulation of Edolon.

With this context, the way that Seinrus words impact Edolon after her death becomes more clear. The most important scene that shows Seinrus impact on Edolon and Edolons fear of disappointing Seinru is their conversation before her sacrifice.

To preface this part of the analysis: I think that Seinru meant everything that they said in this passage. I don’t think that any of the things they are saying are lies to get Edolon to go through with the sacrifice, they are just his true feelings, which are extremely selfish. It’s very clear that he is guilt tripping and manipulating Edolon into going through with the sacrifice, but I think his words being lies takes away from the harsh reality that this is just who he really is as a person. With that out of the way, let’s read through the conversation with this in mind.

EDOLON: and i wouldn't ever wish to disappoint you, either. EDOLON: but there's still a part of me that feels like i can't do it on my own. EDOLON: i need you, sen.

We can see Edolon admit directly that he doesn’t want to disappoint Seinru, something that shows the importance of their words on him. 

SEINRU: You're not as powerless as you were before. And you'll certainly be even less so, once you realize all of that wonderful potential you have tucked away. SEINRU: You're capable of achieving great things on your own, despite how you've been made to feel in the past.

By reassuring Edolon that unlocking his alchemic potential will make him more powerful, it sets Edolon up to feel more confident after her death. All of the words that she says here are very intentional to fully prepare Edolon for her absence after the sacrifice, something she directly says and is one of the last things she tells Edolon before her death: “I've taught you everything you’ll need from this point on.”

SEINRU: I want you to be the one to grow from this. SEINRU: I want you to be rewarded for everything you've been forced through in your life. SEINRU: You've come so far, Dolo. SEINRU: And you've helped me tremendously in our time together, don't you forget that. SEINRU: I only want to help you see in yourself what everyone else couldn't. SEINRU: I just knew you'd do great things the very moment I met you, you know. SEINRU: All of this is for you. SEINRU: So please, don't reject this gift. Don't let me down, now of all times.

And from this, we get some very interesting insight on Seinrus feelings towards Edolon as well as some insight into who she is as a person. We see here that Seinru is a very manipulative person with a deranged perception of what love is. Seinru is very much in love with Edolon, but the way that they show that is extremely selfish. Due to a combination of her belief in Gaiaeon as well as her truly believing that the world should pay for how they treated Edolon, she sees the sacrifice as a gift for him. It's a gift to grow on his own, become stronger, take revenge and destroy the world she sees as a wretched place that can only be purified by Gaiaeons “perfection.”

With this insight on Seinru and Edolons character, we can see exactly how this relationship molded Edolon into the person he is today. 

Both due to Edolons love for Seinru as well as her manipulation: Edolon accepted the gift that Seinru gave him. He took the sacrifice as an opportunity to grow, change and become stronger. A chance to take revenge against the world that wronged him and purify it with Gaiaeons grace. 

So, let's discuss the changes that happened to Edolon after accepting this gift. Or, in some cases, the lack of change. Remember how I’ve been alluding to but not elaborating on Edolons so called “confidence”? Yeah, let’s finally get into that.

As said before, prior to the ritual, Edolon was a nervous and insecure person who depended heavily on Seinru for guidance and reassurance. But afterwards, we can see him acting without Seinru with some level of confidence in leading the cult and enacting their plans. 

But don’t be fooled; Edolon is still a very, very insecure person. This so-called “confidence” is only what happens when an extremely insecure person with a deranged set of beliefs gains an unfathomable amount of power. Edolon is a very bitter man that truly believes that the world that wronged him belongs to him and he has the right to destroy and purify it, and through the cult, he gets access to going through with that plan. As he gains more power, we can see the timid and insecure person he was prior to the ritual morphing into a dangerous individual that now has a platform to spread his beliefs and the power to enact them. 

Some important quotes that really show this insecurity may be a bit hard to catch if you’re not looking, but really look at these lines. You can see the insecurity, resentment, and his crazed beliefs ingrained deeply within them. 

EDOLON: you want to know who i am? well, you're in luck. EDOLON: i'll tell you. EDOLON: i'll tell everyone. EDOLON: i'm not ashamed of acknowledging it anymore. EDOLON: my name is edolon vryche, and i am that regret. EDOLON: i'm the descendant of the holistic blight, the man who was soulmate to the executive and damned representative of his noble compact. EDOLON: clarud enthal made me. he raised me as his prodigy. EDOLON: and i am the rightful inheritor of the ruined world he left behind.

EDOLON: but truth be told, my admission wasn't meant to convince anyone here of what i'm saying. EDOLON: it just feels... good to get it out in the open!

EDOLON: SHUT UP! EDOLON: i think you've had MORE than enough time to SPEAK!

And all of these beliefs were very much instilled into him by Seinru. Before their death, they said this to him: “Everything, from here to obliteration, belongs to you”; and after, he says “THIS ROTTEN, DESOLATE CARCASS OF A WORLD… BELONGS TO ME!!! ” It’s very clear how deeply Seinru molded Edolon into the person that he is today. So many of the actions and words that he says can be led back to something that they said to him. 

Now, going back to the other change: being able to act without Seinrus guidance. As we discussed, before the ritual he could barely act without Seinrus guidance, but after he was able to go through with all of the cults' plans and act without them. But, is that really true? I think to Edolon, he’ll never truly be alone because he believes that Seinru will always be with him, even in death.

Before their sacrifice, Seinru tells Edolon that “As long as you're still here, I'll never truly be gone.” This is something that Seinru means in many, many ways; both literally, mentally, and physically. 

In the most literal way, even after Seinru has died he still lives on through the homunculi. In the process of the sacrifice, Seinrus soul was used as a key to open The Abyss, and the lime blood was used to bring Gaiaeon into the physical world through homunculi. Now, Seinrus' soul controls the homunculi from The Abyss. These creatures have aided Edolon through his plans and been by his side almost every step of the way. 

We can even see Edolon talking to Seinru through a homunculus which he literally responds to from beyond the grave, or more literally, from The Abyss where his soul now resides. 

Speaking of The Abyss… I won’t get too deep into this until a bit more elaboration is offered, but Seinru quite literally lives inside of Edolons mind(scape) which is connected to The Abyss (or, is the abyss? don’t ask me).

Inside of Edolons mindscape, we can see golden vines coming from Seinru growing all across of Edolons mind. They’ve quite literally ingrained themselves to Edolons core, inseparable from his mind and from his body. 

Which is the next topic; how they’ve ingrained themselves physically into Edolon, from his exterior to his interior. 

Externally, we can see Seinru all over Edolon. On Edolons sacrifice/incursion outfit, we can see their blood color and center of their sigil - a diamond - pressed close to Edolons heart and placed throughout the outfit. On Seinrus sacrifice outfit, though, we don’t see any of Edolons blood color, symbolizing that Seinru will live on through him after their death.

We can also see Seinru ingrained into Edolon in the most literal and physical way possible when Edolon replaces his severed hand with Seinrus.

Which, can I just mention… Seinru does their best to control the homunculi directly when they can, and there is no doubt in my mind that they willingly brought their body to Edolon after he told the homunculi to. I believe that to Seinru their bodies becoming one, fusion, is the purest form of love and romance. To be inseparable and ingrained into him is more than to show that they are each other's lover, it’s to be one. It’s to be each other's heart, to be each other's soul. I think that this belief has been passed onto Edolon as well. 

Another way they are connected is the fact that they were bonded; as long as Edolon lives he will feel the pain of withdrawals in Seinrus absence. Seinru has left a mark on Edolon that can never be severed; but this mark does not just show on his body, it shows in his actions, words, and mannerisms. 

I think that Edolon is imitating Seinru in a lot of ways after their death in an attempt to fill the role that they left behind. Edolon is still very much himself, but we can see little bits and pieces of Seinrus personality now picked up by Edolon, whether this be subconsciously or intentionally. The most notable one being Edolon picking up on Seinrus usage of :) and their witty one liners, something Edolon never did before their death. We can also see a lot of the beliefs that Seinru preached being repeated by Edolon (This obviously also comes from them being in the same cult, but I find the similar wording most likely to be intentional).

SEINRU: We are in the business of entertainment. :) EDOLON: something that we left behind. :)

SEINRU: Your strongholds don't protect you or anyone from the agony of this world. They compress it, scoop it all up and dump in it one big writhing core of pain. EDOLON: new pain folds itself over old pain, until it all coalesces into a hulking mass of agony.

SEINRU: Otherwise, everything we've accomplished together, all that we've worked so hard for up until this very moment... SEINRU: All that pain would be rendered meaningless. SEINRU: All your effort, wasted. EDOLON: when dealt in excess, the very idea of pain, no matter the cause... EDOLON: becomes simply— EDOLON: meaningless.

In the end, though, I believe that Edolon “becoming” Seinru represents something: the cycle of abuse. The cycle of abuse in this context specifically is in reference to victims of abuse becoming their abusers due to not healing from the trauma of their abuse. Many victims of abuse who have not healed will subconsciously inherit the traits of their abuser and continue to perpetuate them through relationships of any kind, thus creating new victims. If this cycle is not broken, it will never stop. 

Because of this, Seinru will always be a part of Edolon. 

So, I think Edolon did become Seinru in a way, but Seinru also became Edolon. They are each other's hearts and each other's souls, and in the obliteration of the universe, they would become one in the vast nothingness that is Gaiaeons perfection. 

They are truly the most sane and normal couple in Vast Error.

#vast error #seinru narako #edolon vryche #sendolo #im like. really sane and normal about htem. thank you #vast error analysis

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Rivals

Pairing: Gwen Stacy (Ghost Spider) x Reader

Description: You were just an ordinary person, who was on their way home from work one day when you were struck by a falling goo like substance. That happened about 12 months ago now and you were bonded with the Symbiote named Shadow, Venom’s brother. You tend to be on the good side of helping people out but whenever someone really bad comes around Shadow much like his brother tends to take control and hurt others. Your both working on it together but sometimes hes a bit hard to control. You do often cross paths with that Ghost Spider who is too much of a goody two shoes if you say so yourself, however after interacting with her almost every time your out you tend to have a rival like bond with the Spider.

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It was night time, and you were making your rounds hanging out for some sort of crime, or anything really, this week had been a slow week and Shadow was started to nag at you. You were hanging on top of a building, your legs and back pressed against the side of the building as you took a sip of your first coffee you had tonight.

“Can you make something happened” The Symbiote said for the 5th time you rolled your eyes and continued to slurp down the drink you were hanging out for.

“I’m Bored Y/N” You let out a big sigh and looked out into the city.

“You don’t think Im not too., its been so quiet we seem to keep missing all the action cause of that stupid Spider” You said taking another gulp of your coffee. Before you could get another sip in though you heard police sirens.

“Yes Finally!” The symbiote screamed and your mask merged back onto your face and you swung towards the danger.

As you got closer you could hear multiple sirens and watched a sedan zoom pass your alleyway with the cops int tow.

“Y/N lets go!” You nodded and took off out of the alleyway swinging through the city, your cosmic web clung to the buildings as you follow the car at top speed. You managed to get a close enough distance to the car and went to shoot your web at the car to pull you towards it, before you could however mid air you had your hand in the appropriate position and a web was about to fly out but you were pulled back and webbed against another building that was solid.

“Not again” you cried to yourself, you flexed your muscles and managed to rip your way out ofhe web, as soon as you did however your rival had already managed to stop the car and web up the goons in it. She went to take off but before she could you returned the favour and webbed the back of her and pulled her towards you tackling her into a nearby alley.

As you both tumble forward you pushed her further in and stood on your feet, arms folded as she tumbled and gradually found her feet.

“Ah its you!” She said with a sickeningly sweet voice, you supressed your rage bubbling up inside of you knowing full well it was Shadow’s rage.

‘What are you doing? Eat her’ Shadow said in your mind, you ignored him but folded your arms looking at the girl in front of you, your not going to lie you always had a thing for this Spider, she was amazing, extremely talented and you knew she could take you down if she really tried. You had crossed paths so many times, had some playful banter but you never pushed it, not until today that is.

“You know Spider, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were following me around the city” Her arms dropped from where they were hung loosely around her waist, your tone flirtatious and playful. “I don’t blame you though as I do bring an air of excitement wherever I go” You leaped on top of the building leaning against the door to the roof top, knowing she was going to follow you up and sure enough, there she was her hands placed on your hips.

“Following you? Please don’t flatter yourself too much I just happen to be in the right place at the right time!” She said her voice giving away her surprise in your demeanour, you had the biggest smirk on underneath, you walked closely towards her.

“Oh I’m well aware of the “right place at the right time” excuse, but you have to admit, there’s a certain thrill in having me as your constant rival. It’s like a never ending game of cat and mouse” You wouldn’t admit this out loud to anyone but your heart was racing, there was a new fire within you that you never found before, who cares about chasing after criminals this was your new game now, it was thrilling and even seemed to keep shadow at bay.

Ghost Spider faltered, you managed to catch her off guard. She stood tall though not wavering and you smiled at the stance, she was just shorter than you, only slightly but it was noticeable to you, you wondered who it was under that mask. Your faces close, you could hear her breathing uneven as you were so close to her now that even she was enthralled by you.

“Well if that’s the game you want to play Shadow just remember I am always up for a challenge but don’t expect me to go easy on you” Hook line and sinker, She wanted this just as much as you did. “I wouldn’t want it any other way Spider” You said in an almost whisper. She leaped backwards towards the edge of the building to get as much space between you as possible.

“A wage then?” You said smile evident in your voice that you managed to get to the spider. “Whoever can make it those crimes first gets dibs and then we can tally up who stopped the most amount of crime in lets say a month?” You said she held her hand to her face and you knew she was stalling, she nodded.

“If I win, you have to stop hurting people so much” You pouted at her response, it was a fair request sometimes shadow over powered your thoughts and your body and took control, it was hard to manage him but he would slip through.

“Alright and if I win you have to take off your mask and go on a date with me” She faltered again not expecting that to come out of your mouth, you could practically feel shadow rolling his eyes at your request but you couldn’t help it, you were totally into the spider.

“Done” She said cockiness in her voice, she didn’t think you could beat her.

“Alright then Spider the web has been set, now to see who it catches first” In the distance you heard the sound of Sirens going off and smirked, Ghost Spider heard it too and went to leap off the building but you shot your web sticking her to the ground and sent her a small wave as you jumped off the building heading towards the first crime.

“Don’t play too hard to get now Spider, I’ll be taking you out and seeing that beautiful face of yours” You said loudly as you swung away towards the sound. Smiling at the events that just unfolded.

#gwen stacy x reader #across the spiderverse #reader insert #spider gwen x reader #gwen stacy imagine #gwen stacy #spider woman #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderman into the verse #into the spider verse #spiderverse #spider gwen #spider woman x reader #ghost spider #ghost spider x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #gwendolyn stacy #miles morales #peter parker #spiderman across the spiderverse

[faunusrights]

murphy's guide to uuuuuh writing objects/places/locations and things (because two whole people asked)

greetings. this guide may or may not help you, as is true of all guides and advice and tips and tricks. but it helped me, and since i'm the protagonist of this blog this is my definitive guide. it shrimply may not be yours. mileage may vary. that said, allow me to give you said advice in the hopes that it does, in fact, aid you,

so when i was a tiny tater tot you know what i hated writing? descriptions. a lot of people really hate it and so did i, because descriptions were just these big blocks of text that got in the way of the FUN STUFF. you know; the plot! the dialogue! the characters! and i see a lot of writers who, to this day, find themselves writing reams and reams of dialogue with no way of knowing where characters are or what they're doing/holding/interacting with, and even if they do explain, it tends to be a few lines like 'they're in the living room' or 'they're sitting on a chair' like we're directing a film.

[INT. CAFE] they are sitting in some chairs by a table. i'll let the props department decide what kind.

the reality is, you are trying to weave a world in which your reader can step into, and a big part of that is writing the uh. the world. and a few years ago i had a revelation that made writing scenes and descriptions so much fun that it's honestly now my favourite part of writing, and a huge part of this realisation comes from my work as a visual artist. so, i'm going to explain The Box.

now, i want to stress that The Box was not my creation. rather, that honour goes to eric hibbeler and his tutorial eric's thoughts on drawing backgrounds and props, which i'll add a link to in a reblog/reply so tumblr doesn't cast this post into the shadow realm (thanks, tumblr!) but the guide he made also applies to writing with just a bit of tweaking, and i'm gonna explain how.

this cardboard box is just a cardboard box, and it's likely the sort of box you're imagining if i say the words a cardboard box. it's nondescript and pretty generic, and in a scene that calls for a cardboard box, it'll do the job! when we write, describing stuff like the chair or the window or the carpet is vague enough that the reader will, usually, just fill in the visual gap with what their interpretation of the chair or the window or the carpet is. for all you know, their mental image of the scene uses the carpet from the shining! but the thing is, YOU, the writer, may have a WILDLY different vision on the carpet (or chair/window/box etc.) and that's where you need to step in and get SPECIFIC about details.

here is a different take on the same box. we've gotten much more specific about the box's history here; it's been used in a move or for storage at some point, it's been kicked around, taped up, taped down, put a in puddle at one point, had a cat give it a few scratches... it's not that many changes, not really, but the box has--say it with me--character.

character, by definition, means the aggregate of features and traits that form the individual nature of some person or thing. what some writers tend to do, however, is forget this word applies just as much to inanimate objects as it does to the people in their stories. we give characters a lot of, well... character, and forget entirely about the things around them having just as (much if not more) to define them.

in essence, what changed my approach to writing places and locations and backgrounds was the realisation was these are also characters in my scene, with just as much contribution to the plot and the information being provided as any individual person in the same instance. it was only when i realised how important adding such character in visual art was that i realised the same applied to writing!

let's take, for instance, a bedroom in which two characters are holding a conversation. you may be tempted to keep your details sparse except for things that are directly plot relevant because you want to get on with the good bits, i.e. the talk itself, but what you can use the bedroom for is to tell information about the owner or resident without having to outline it in exposition. this is where getting good at giving character to spaces becomes very powerful as a tool.

Velvet's bedroom wasn't much to look at; a double-bed, a desk to edit her photos at, and a few pictures of her family and friends on the walls. Still, she sits down on her bed and invites Blake to do the same.

In this instance, a reader gets the general gist of the location--it's a bedroom with bedroom-typical things in it--but the room lacks any characters or specificity, which sticks out for narrative reasons because velvet is full of character; her bedroom would be the same! so, we have to build on what her bedroom would actually be like in order to build its character and define velvet without directly saying what she's like as a person:

Velvet's bedroom was in disarray, as ever; she hadn't made her bed because she wasn't really expecting guests, and her desk was littered with all her photography gear from SD cards to lenses to all her cleaning supplies. A few last-ditch attempts to make the place look a little more organised took the form of straightening out all her framed pictures of her family and friends that took up all the wall space she could spare, dusting off her big pride flag over her bed before she plopped herself down, straightening out her duvet before inviting Blake to sit next to her with a smile.

now, the bedroom has prominence as its own source of information: we understand that velvet isn't really a tidy person by nature; photography is a big enough part of her life to dominate her personal space; her family and her friends are important to her; her identity is also a large component of her personality; she likes to try and give her guests a better impression even if it's half-assed. and we covered all that without velvet actually having to say any of that information out loud! wow!

normally, of course, i'd lace that information in a little more subtly and over a few paragraphs rather than in one big dump, but the effect is the same; when a space has character, you can treat it as a character that has just as much importance to a scene as the dialogue or the interactions two people have.

this concept can be applied to a single prop, like a box or a camera or a desk or the like, and can also be applied to a much bigger location, like a park or a school or a house or more. the idea is that often, things are never just in their generic form, but have history that impacts the way it looks or defines the person or people who interact with it.

you wouldn't write these two playgrounds in exactly the same way; they both have a swing, a slide, a bench, a sign, and a tree... but depending on how you write it, one has a kind of character for a setting, narrative, or larger location that's way different to the other! this ends up defining your wider world, too; maybe one playground is nice and new because the council got the funding they asked for, but the other is in an area known for having little investment? in the end, were these two parks humanised, they'd likely be people with very different personalities; that's the sort of approach you should have!

the TL;DR of this whole thing is that description is not the part where you start listing off items in the room or the building or the location just so your reader has a vague idea of where they are, but an opportunity to turn that space into a person who has a whole bunch to say about the people who are frequently present. you can even see this in action by writing the differences between, say, your bedroom and the bedroom of your sibling/parent/friend; chances are, they're VERY different spaces that represent two very different people! this is also true of a kitchen, your home, your school, your campus, or your workplace; the office of someone who works in IT won't look like the office of someone who works in accounting, even if they share a lot of qualities and items.

ultimately, think of the humble Box; sure, a regular cardboard box might suffice to give the reader an idea of what's in a scene, but when we give that Box a personality of its own, suddenly that Box has a lot to say about the person who owns it--and not all of them may be good!

#my writing #murphy's advice column

[lavendarr00]

Annette - Fallen Aasimar - Resist Durge - College of Swords Bard (6) School of Abjuration Wizard (4) Oathbreaker Paladin (2)

Finished my first duo run with Astarion and it was so so fun! Loved the challenge. I did act 1 and 2 in balanced but turned it up to tactician in act 3 since the fights were getting easy haha. I'm going to do it again but the whole time in tactician and then again in honour mode (pray for me haha). The build I used for Annette is amazing for duo (and maybe solo if you use illithid powers). It's a swiss army knife type of build where you can do just about anything and are very versatile. And because her charisma is high she makes a good "face" for the group... well her and Astarion haha. It is dependent on a circlet but you can get it right away in act 1 (it increases your int to 17). She is also an Aasimar! I used the amazing "Whispers of the Divine" mod to make this happen. You get some really useful and balanced spells along with wings! The ability to fly whenever once you hit level 10 was very fun but also VERY useful in combat. If I didn't use this modded race, I would be using the fly spell constantly in combat. I linked the build and the mod at the bottom of the post :)

For Astarian, I made him a gloom stalker assassin (5 rouge, 5 ranger, 2 fighter). This build also goes hard and synergizes perfectly with Annette's build. I miiiiight in the next run have him only level 4 times in rogue so he can level a third time in fighter to get some maneuvers (riposte, precision, menacing or sweeping attack). Either way, I got us to level 6 as fast as I possibly could in act 1 so I could buy some arrows of many targets from the merchant in the creche because those are NECESSARY for a duo run (imo).

And if you are wondering if it feels lonely only having one companion with you, I can say no it doesn't (imo). What helped was that we were not completely alone the whole time. We had scratch and the owlbear and Halsin joined us (I still wanted to lift and shadow curse). Shadowheart was also in camp but never took her out with us (other than in the shadowfell to deal with the nightsong but asty and annette killed balth on their own before that). And that's the thing - you can do a duo or solo run while still having all of the companions. Just keep them in camp! it also helps that I have over 1,300 hours in the game and have seen it all

~Astarion fan girling warning~

I also loved the duo run with Astarion because it felt like I was getting a glimpse into his and Annette's life after the tadpoles. I always choose to have them set off on another adventure to find a way for him to walk in the sun. On top of that, (this is where we enter into the most rotted parts of my brain) i feel like there is a bit of sexual tension when its just you two in camp haha. I swear if I was a good writer I would be frantically penning some fics cuz I got so many ideas haha! It also felt comfy and familiar to me as I adore playing Skyrim with just the modded (and romanceable) companion Kaidan. 🥰 You also get to hear what Astarion has to say about everything since he is the only one around to comment! Got a lot of dialogue I have never heard in my game before because of that. In general, if you adore a particular companion, I HIGHLY recommend doing a duo run with just them. Just make sure you build them to synergize with each other haha!

Links!

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[yanderepuck]

I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS

@cirilla-fiona-riannon is translating Drake's route and she has the first two chapters done BUT I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT.

Aka spoilers

So we get some bro moments with all the guys which is really cute BUT WHAT PEAKED MY INTEREST is that the trio are all friends with everyone at the mansion like its nothing.

They aren't trying to stay in the shadows and its like Comte and Vlad found each other in Paris and just picked up their friendship. WHICH MAKES SENSE.

This is technically a WHOLE new story. No rivals, which also means that Vlad has only brought back Charles and Faust. Wellington, Gilles, and all of them never came back because it also seems like Shakespeare never worked with Vlad.

Shakespeare is at the mansion when Drake comes along and no one bats an eye that he is there. He does live int he Villa, but it seemed like he was talking with Mozart and Jean when the three of them entered the room. But he doesn't seem tense at all or trying to hide anything.

BUT WHAT ANGERS ME IS THAT DRAKE AND SHAKESPEARE RECOGNIZE EACH OTHER BUT THAT NEVER HAPPENS WITH CHARLES AND NAPOLEON.

But that's an gripe for another day(aka tomorrow when I read Charles' route)

BUT WHAT I'M GOING TO LIKE ABOUT THIS is that with EVERY OTHER ROUTE, we knew about past events bc we read them. We knew Vlad was the enemy, we knew he brought back people, we knew Shakespeare was shady. BUT THAT'S NOT THE CASE ANYMORE.

FAUST EVEN MAKES MEDICINE FOR SEBASTIAN. But even though we knew he had some sort of illness, that seems to be only in his route, because (at least int he translation) they don't point out that it is that kind of illness, just that he wasn't feeling well.

CHARLES AND DAZAI ARE BESTIESSS

We also learn about why the door has been weird for the last couple of routes. If you read Faust's route you know that they can't changed time too drastically. Faust was simply trying to save the orphanage and he almost got erased from time (cybird would have done this a little better but I digress). So wither it be God or something else, they don't like that Comte and Vlad have been able to time travel and that being caused a distortion in the door. I'm glad we finally got an answer for this, but that answer wasn't so important.

Up until now its really only been Leonardo who has pointed out how he can tell the differences between vampires and humans and I was starting to get the feeling that it just happened to be a special ability of his. But no. Comte points out that Drake is part human and vampire, meaning he's a demi just like Napoleon SO MAYBE WE WILL FINALLY GET ANSWERS.

I probs won't be talk too much about the route itself, but these kinds of little things. But I do love that Drake immediately got into a fight with Napoleon.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp drake

[butterflydm]

wot deeper dive 2x1: a taste of solitude

Today is all about 2x1 for me! I am going to go scene by scene, talk up some thoughts about where we're starting with all our lovely characters in this first episode of season 2.

This specific post I am going to avoid any spoilers from the books! I will be doing another post later today that includes those spoilers and related thoughts.

Our first scene is the meeting that Our Friend From the Eye is having with his buddies, which I've talked about before since it was one of the released teasers but I really do love how it sets up some themes that I'm sure we'll follow over the course of the season -- what is evil? How can you tell if something or someone is evil? I really get the vibe that we're going to do a deep interrogation of Why People Become Darkfriends and I am here for it. I love him setting up his own philosophical view on the world here.

What the Man is arguing here is essentially that the Trollocs (and, by extension, the Shadow) aren't immoral but are amoral instead. "Hungry" rather than "malicious".

2. I do mourn the loss of our lovely little title sequence. I guess they wanted to squeeze every last possible second that they could for content!

3. I love the sort of bait-and-switch here where Moiraine is working her ass off... in order to fill a bath for herself. But this whole sequence is so touching and heartbreaking. When she tries to heat the water but fails to reach the Source. Heartbreaking! And when she's all alone, you can really see how she's despairing over her situation and her helplessness. She can't hold in her tears when she's alone.

4. And Lan is feeling his own sense of despair here. Equally heartbreaking. Going from a feeling so deeply connected to someone to them just being gone, and not as a temporary thing but, as far as you know, a forever thing.

5. Verin and Adeleas (and Tomas) are a fun set of characters. I just found their entire setup very charming and I enjoyed everything with them. Poor Adeleas is so thirsty though, lol.

6. It really is hard to see Moiraine staying at such an emotional distance from Lan! She didn't even look at him.

7. Egwene's Journey Through The White Tower did a good job setting the new expectations for her current situation and her role here as a novice -- cleaning the Amrylin's room, enjoying the view, the little bow she gives Leane, trying not to watch Alanna having fun with Maksim and Ihvon, passing by the Warder sparring area, and ending in the kitchens. We learn here that the Amrylin is off traveling. Hmm. I wonder where she went (I mean, it's likely an excuse to not have the actress for this set of episode -- I'm guessing we'll only get Sophie for one episode, maybe two, for this season).

8. Nynaeve telling Egwene to stop smiling over doing her chores, lol. I don't think we get a 'time-stamp' yet in this part -- I think it's Perrin who first lets us know how long it's been since they parted at Fal Dara. I'm guessing that they didn't leave Fal Dara right away and needed to take time to recover before heading to Tar Valon -- I even wonder if maybe Perrin & co actually traveled with Nynaeve and Egwene to Tar Valon as an escort? Because they all celebrate Bel Tine later in this episode, so it's been one year since 1x1, but Perrin notes that he's been hunting the Horn with the boys for "five months". This would also mean that Loial could have gotten some Aes Sedai healing at the Tower. I don't think that the show will go back and address it because we are barreling forward but... things that make me go 'hmm'.

9. Nynaeve is SO ANNOYED and feels so bait-and-switched by Siuan's promises, lol. "I have enough character". Amazing, perfect, no notes.

10. I love so much how Alanna's lesson is folded into the chores! She's teaching them but also showing them useful things (purifying water is a VERY useful skill!) while also giving them an incentive to get better as quickly as possible lol. Alanna as the Charming Green is such an interesting contrast to Liandrin the Bitter Red, especially since they're both getting explored as full, rich characters.

11. Egwene takes lessons wherever she can find them -- here, we see her avoiding using her hands because she doesn't want to be helpless if someone ties her hands up again, like Valda did. Ah, we do get the "five months" timestamp here too -- five months "in this Tower", so that's not including the travel time it took to get there. That matches what Perrin is saying, so I feel like there is an implication there that Perrin & co escorted Egwene & Nynaeve to the Tower. Five months is a long time for Nynaeve to have completely failed to channel again despite being surrounded by teachers, so I understand why she's so frustrated.

12. Nynaeve drinking the glass of filthy water is just so disgusting but also perfect. And Alanna just going ??? what is wrong with that girl???

13. So... holy shit, a novice died under Liandrin's teachings. Wild that she was given permission to 'talk' to Nynaeve. I'm with Alanna on that, 100%. Liandrin should not have been allowed anywhere near Nynaeve.

14. Liandrin gives us some world updates: Hunt for the Horn declared in Illian; Trollocs raiding Arafel; and a new false Dragon is Saldaea. Thank you for the world info update, Liandrin! I appreciate it!

15. Perrin writing letters to his friends really gets to me. It makes me very emotional. I love that sense of connection getting to still be present. And Perrin has been writing them regular letters!! And Perrin is also writing letters home and asking if Mat has found his way back!!

16. Oh, hello, Mysterious Golden-eyed Tracker. Nice to meet you, Elyas.

And the way they're doing everything with Perrin is interesting. I feel like given the audience something to experience is important, rather than it being Perrin narrating what he sees/smells, especially since he hasn't talked about any of what he's been going through with anyone on-screen, really.

17. Padan Fain killing a young woman and helping slaughter an entire caravan of people who follow the path of non-violence. What was that about not being able to tell if someone's actions are evil or not, Man from The Eye of the World?

18. One of the children escaped, and one of the Tuatha'an dogs killed one of the Darkfriend soldiers protecting the young girl's escape but died protecting her.

19. Moiraine is very successfully sneaky here with Doman, making him believe she's after one thing but getting him to haggle down on the thing that she's truly interested in. And I think she realizes that Doman has something real because of his mention that he's being followed and then the whole, you know, "Old Tongue written in blood" thing. She plays him good. But then when she realizes how much danger he might be in, she gives him another ten marks to help him out.

Lan's thoughts on the bond are very poetic. I love him getting to talk these things over with another Warder. And Lan is very aware that Moiraine is trying to push him away and is determined not to let her freeze him out, but it's hard!

20. Nynaeve finding so much more comradery with the Warders than with the Aes Sedai (but then also that moment when she insults Alanna and they make it clear that she's gone too far). We also get a bit of a look into the Alanna-Maksim-Ihvon poly dynamics. Nynaeve does try to reach out to Egwene but Egwene is never in her room!

21. It is so funny that Alanna thought that Egwene came to her for advice on poly relationships. Egwene trying to mirror Alanna with how she leans against the cushions: also hilarious. (who does Alanna think that Egwene is having sex with, I gotta wonder, lol) Poor Egwene. Once Alanna realizes what Egwene is actually asking, though, she gives her some solid advice.

22. Nynaeve practicing Alanna's lesson on her own because she DOES want to learn but she doesn't want to fail in front of other people. And Liandrin's entire scene with her was so well done but also: wow, yikes ouch. Nynaeve's reaction to being shielded by Liandrin (getting teary; looking at her hands afterwards) reminds me of Moiraine's reaction to what happened to her at the Eye. Liandrin is also really good at getting under people's skins. Hearing the official Red policy on Warders is really a sad way to look at things, but does explain a lot (but she's also trying to get Nynaeve to react). "You saw that weave only once but you were able to copy it" - Nynaeve's a quick learner, when she can touch the Power. Such an intense scene!

23. Really liked the funeral scene. Elyas buries the brave dog who protected the little girl. Ingtar and Perrin talk about Darkfriends and revenge and grace. "All men deserve a proper burial". Perrin talking about being worried that the rage will overwhelm him (which is directly what led to him accidentally killing his wife in the premiere). "Anger won't bring my men back." But Perrin can't stop thinking about how open and warm his people were to Fain, and then Fain betrayed them all (with a smile!).

24. Lan telling Moiraine not to smile at him while they're in a terrible situation like this, and she's pushing him away. Getting two flashbacks from that -- a. Nynaeve telling Egwene not to smile about doing her chores earlier in this episode and b. Siuan telling Moiraine not to smile back in episode 1x6. This does hurt and I think it hurts Lan that he knows what she's doing, trying to drive him away, and it's still working anyway because he doesn't feel that intimate connection that they've shared for the last twenty years.

25. Us getting that lovely moment of Perrin writing the letter, and Egwene and Nynaeve receiving it, and Rand all on his own, thinking of his friends, and then poor Mat, getting tormented by Liandrin by her only reading part of the letter, making him believe that his friends don't care about him anymore. The way Egwene and Nynaeve are able to connect for a moment, and how all five of them are thinking about each other on Bel Tine (which tells us that it's officially been a year since 1x1). Perrin is a wonderful correspondent, with a very nice way with words.

26. "A dozen letters now, and not a single mention of Mat Cauthon." Liandrin is very very good at knife-twisting. Also, Perrin has sent them a dozen letters in only five months. He is a very faithful correspondent. Ugh, I was immediately gutted by the look on Mat's face. And this is confirmation that Mat has heard that Rand is dead (and from Liandrin, probably the worst person to hear it from!). Ah, we have a "six months" timestamp from Mat here, so it took Egwene & Nynaeve roughly a month or so to get to Tar Valon from Fal Dara, since they've been in the Tower for five months. Ugh, Liandrin has been picking and picking at him for six months. My poor darling. And I bet he's especially emotional over it right now because it's Bel Tine.

27. Mat can't afford a lantern this year either, and he doesn't have any other ways of getting one. Perrin almost says goodbye to Laila here but can't quite do it (that's how I'm interpreting the moment with the ring), which means that this lantern is only for Rand. And Nynaeve and Egwene also put out a lantern for Rand, to say goodbye. Then we see Rand with a lantern, all by himself in a city. We only get this one glimpse of Rand in the whole episode but it's still very emotional.

28. Love the reveal that Mat is secretly trying to work on an escape plan. Great moment to end his little scene here on.

29. Also love Lan getting some Warder therapy from Adeleas, Verin, and Tomas. Also, lol, Adeleas just wants to eat her meal. I love Verin and Adeleas's relationship. This is such a good scene.

30. Apologies to my dearest Moiraine & Lan, but I never have much to say about fight scenes. That scene sure did... fight. Good fighting in that scene. Their hands touching at the end got to me though. I liked getting to see Verin channel Tomas's sword to be on fire. That was pretty cool.

#butterfly watches wot #wot #wheel of time #wot on prime #wot show spoilers #wot prime spoilers #wot 2x1 spoilers #wot s2 spoilers #wheel of time s2 spoilers

[acourtofthought]

Elucien - The Key to Stopping a Civil War

“Vassa knows that the Queens of the Realm will be a threat until they are dealt with,” I said at last. Another tidbit that Lucien had told us. Well, Az and me at least. “But unless the queens step out of line, it’s not for us to face. If we sweep in, even to stop them from triggering another war, we’ll be seen as conquerors, not heroes. We need the humans in other territories to trust us, if we can ever hope to achieve lasting peace.” “Then perhaps Jurian and Vassa should deal with them. While Vassa is free to do so.” I’d contemplated it. Feyre and I had discussed it long into the night. Several times. “The humans must be given a chance to rule themselves. Decide for themselves. Even our allies.”

Rhys says if they can convince territories in the human lands to trust them, they can achieve lasting piece (in their world).

But the NC hasn't really done anything since the war to earn the humans trust.

It seems like Lucien has though....

Lucien shrugged. “First—here. To help. Then …” Another glance at Elain. “Who knows?” (here to help us referring to the mortal lands)

Lucien had remained behind to help with any of the human wounded still needing Fae healing, but had promised to come here when he finished

“He’s spent months helping them sort out the politics of who rules Prythian’s slice of the human lands,”

“She and Jurian are getting along?” I hadn’t seen them interact, could only imagine what the two of them would be like in the same room together. Both trying to lead the humans who occupied the sliver of land at the southernmost end of Prythian. Left ungoverned for so long. Too long. No king or queen remained in these lands. No memory of their name, their lineage.

He’s voluntarily living with them these days, and not just as an emissary. As their friend.”

But there is also the threat of the fae in other continents:

Indeed, Mor’s eyes shuttered. “They don’t want to sign the new treaty.”

I don’t think Vallahan is interested in peace. Or allying with us.”

“And the humans, despite those queens, are far weaker than we are. Pushing into human lands is low-hanging fruit. Montesere and Rask are likely thinking the same thing.” Cassian groaned skyward. That had been the fear during the recent war: that those three territories across the sea might ally with Hybern. Had they, there would have been no chance at all of survival. Now, even with Hybern’s king dead, its people remained angry. An army might be raised again in Hybern. And if it united with Vallahan, if Montesere and Rask joined with the goal of claiming more territory from the humans …

And those Fae don't seem to be interested in signing the peace treaty the NC put together with help from their allies.

“I’m Lucien. Courtier and emissary.

had always been good at talking to people

a pattern of thinking and feeling that was old, and clever,

Like Rhys, he usually opted for words to win his battles,

There was a reason he had that fox mask, you know.”

“My sister Elain can convince anyone to do anything with a few smiles.”

rather than letting it deign to gift her with power, as it had with Elain.

Elain, who it had gifted with such powers, found her so lovely it had wanted to give her something … It would not harm Elain, even in its hunt to reclaim what had been taken.

and friends: those two half-wraiths who worked in Rhysand’s household. But those things had always come easily to her sister. Had always made Elain special.

Her gaze shifted to the carved wooden rose she’d placed upon the mantel, half-hidden in the shadows beside a figurine of a supple-bodied female, her upraised arms clasping a full moon between them. Some sort of primal goddess—perhaps even the Mother herself. Nesta hadn’t let herself dwell on why she’d felt the need to set the rose there. Why she hadn’t just thrown it in a drawer.

she pulled the small, carved rose from her pocket and set it upon the gravestone. A permanent marker of the beauty and good he’d tried to bring into the world.

The more I think about it, the more I like the idea that Elucien will put a stop to the unrest across their lands, just in time to unite their people for whatever threat Prythian will face from outside their world.

It had belonged to a true Fae High King in Prythian, as there had been in Hybern. He had united the lands, its people—and for a while, with that sword, peace had reigned

“Very well then, Rhysand.” Amren also turned from the desk and the blades Rhys’s magic now sheathed and set upon the surface. “But know that the Cauldron’s benevolence will be extended to you only for so long before it is offered to another."

from Lucien’s goodness.

“He is a good male,” I repeated.

Lucien is loyal—fiercely so.”

It doesn't seem coincidental that we learned of the Daglan in ACOSF, the original masters of their land who were banished from their world under the rule of the first High King. And in CC2 are told of the Asteri who have desired finding their way back to the original world they came from but can no longer remember the location of. A world Bryce may have just opened a portal too.

To me, it does make sense that High King would not necessarily be the one with the most power (checks and balances and all that) but one who has the ability to rally humans, the Prythian fae and those on other continents.

#elucien #pro elucien #elucien book #High king Lucien #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #pro elain archeron #acotar theory

[heartbreakblda]

 Random Only FriendsThoughts After Ep 7

Gosh, how much I love this show? It’s so fucked up and so wrong and so human… It really gives me goosebumps every time I am watching it. And for once I am really into reading proper character breakdowns about our heroes and I thought, maybe I should do the same. Just so see how my opinion is gonna change at the end. So here we are with what I think and feel about each main character after seven episodes. Let’s see if it changes with three or five more episodes to go.

Boston: Let’s start with the obvious one. Gosh, what a hedonistic boy. And yes, I say boy with a purpose as I feel that this BOY definitely still needs some growing up to do. He is just concerned about his own pleasure and his own needs and doesn’t see anyone around him at all. He is so afraid of any feelings that he just pretends he doesn’t have any. He lives a hedonistic lifestyle where everything is just about whatever is good for him. I honestly don’t think he has any feelings for Nick at all at this moment. I don’t even think he even respects Nick at all. It’s just pure manipulation and lust for him. He knows about Nick’s feelings and he uses them for his advantage. Does he have a chance to come back from this? Of course. Plenty of people have done shitty things. You always can come back from this.

Nick: Boston’s little toy. That’s how I see him mainly. Boston has shown him something he definitely has missed in his life beforehand. And I think Nick also is a bit gullible believing Boston’s sugar coated words where everyone and their uncle already know he is just saying it to get what he wants from Nick. Nick is not stupid, he is totally aware of Nick’s true colours and he still fell in love with him. And now… Well, once you have feelings it’s so hard to find the right way out again. And if nothing really big happens to Boston… I don’t think he ever will be what Nick needs him to be. Nick will always end with a broken heart here.

Mew: His character is interesting. He is an honour student, shooting straight from the hip. He was a virgin, but this doesn’t make him a naive push over. I honestly think he thought he could control Top. He has been doing this with Ray pretty much for years now. Mew says jump and Ray asks how high. So I honestly believe that Mew just really thought his love could change someone like Top. He thought he could make Top as perfect as Mew is himself. Because on the surface Top is actually pretty perfect. It’s just when you look at the nitty gritty when you see the cracks. But instead he finds out Top betrayed him and goes berserk. I have read now so often from people that say Mew and Top don’t love each other. Bullshit. They were pretty much in love with each other and that’s why it hit Mew so hard to find out he was betrayed. He saved himself for someone special. He thought Top was special. But Mew thinks now he was wrong. Which I am not sure he was. He is just always hunting for this perfect love story his mums had. But he doesn’t understand that this doesn’t exist?

I am not sure. Mew is a very interesting character and he is changing a lot right now. But I honestly think he loves Top, or at the very least loved the idea of Top.

Top: The character that gets the most shit undeservingly in my opinion. I really have taken to him because even though he is definitely a fuckhead… Well, they all are and that’s kind of the point of the show. That there is always shadow where there is light. Even the knight in shining armour can fuck his boyfriends best friend… And I don’t want to make light of Top’s cheating. But still. I think Top really fell for Mew. It might have been a bit of trophy hunting in the beginning as scoring a virgin is always a goal for someone like him. But I really think he liked that Mew wanted more from him than just his body. Because look at Boston. He has no interest in Top other than what he can do in the bedroom. This must be very hard for someone when people are just always interested in your body and your outsides but not really in anything else. So yeah, I think for Top the entire situation with Mew is completely new and he is very surprised himself about this. When Boston then starts to poke him about Ray and Mew Top has no idea how to react and with Boston pretty much almost forcing him… But I always found it interesting that Top froze the first time in the shower with Boston and even when they had sex, Top didn’t look like he was really into it until a bit later. We also have this confession about the fire, the fact that Top is extremely lonely and always has been and his issues with drugs. If this doesn’t sound like a man with a ton of mental health issues I don’t know. So yeah, again. Top is really interesting to me. I am curious how he is gonna deal with the break up in the next episode. Because here in episode 7 he almost went insane. Here, I bought some books for you. Like what? He is so lost, the poor lamb. I really believe his tears.

Sand: Gosh, how much I love this character. He is so caring and sweet and his taste in clothes and music is impeccable. So yeah, I am a bit biased with him, so please excuse this fact. Buuuuuut he is definitely also part of the fuckhead brigade even though his dark sides might not be as dark as the ones from other characters. But he definitely has a lot to deal with. His upbringing couldn’t have been easy with him having a mum like this and no dad. He is still struggling financially, has to take care of his mother pretty much and is just trying to make ends meet somehow. But he is definitely the one at fault with the recording. He used this to hurt Top and karma came back and bit him massively into the backside. I am sure he is so in love with Ray already. I think he can’t resist Ray’s smile and the puppy dog eyes and I think the biggest draw is that Ray desperately needs saving and if someone is good at this then it’s Ray. He is always the one helping out. It’s in his DNA.So when he sees a stray and hurt dog on the side of the road… Of course he is gonna take care of him, no matter how often he gets bitten. But I am interested to see what happens when Boing comes into the picture. Because I think then we're gonna see another side to Sand. His hate for Top really runs deep. So I am guessing there is gonna be more to come.

Ray: The stray puppy that needs rescuing at all costs. Gosh, what a sad existence this boy has. His mother blamed him for her downfall. I am sure his father blames him as well for the way things went with his mum after the birth. He must feel like he is just a burden to the entire world and it would be so much better if he just disappeared. He really is hurting just so, so badly. And I think that’s why he doesn’t even understand what Sand is offering right now. I don’t think Ray understands that Sand really loves and cares for him. I don’t think he feels he is ever worthy of any love. His feelings for Mew seem to be more grateful for helping him in the past. He was there when Ray was at his darkest point and I think that’s what Ray wants to repay him. I don’t think what Ray feels is love is actually still love. It has changed over time but I don’t think Ray has noticed that yet. And just on a side note… I have read that a lot of people think that Ray and Mew are now a couple. I don’t necessarily believe that. The words were not clearly said, Mew never said he liked Ray, he never accepted a kiss or anything. I can see them maybe hanging out and partying. But I am not so sure if Mew would really go this low and use his best friend like this. I just can’t see it. But we shall see.

So these are my opinions on all our six heroes after watching seven episodes. I really have to say I love everything about this show so far. There is literally nothing I can fault here. It’s just such gripping writing and it reminds me so much of how I was when I was still clubbing with my friends. The draaaaaama every evening. This one kissed this guy, but they had been together with a friend of theirs before and somehow they crossed over timewise and so on. Ah, the wondrous life of university students.

So yeah, let’s see how much my views are gonna change over the next few episodes. I still think we will get Mew and Top happy and I also think we will get Ray and Sand somehow together. I am not so sure about Nick and Boston. But that’s just because I wouldn’t be surprised if Boston just lights one last atomic bomb and than fucks off to america to live with his mother and to leave all the others to deal with the fall out. But again we shall see..

#only friends the series #thai boys love #gmmtv #gmmtv series #gmmtv bl #raysand #topmew #bostonnick

[scribble-dee-doo]

HAHAAAAA LOOK WHAT I FINISHED FOR DOCTORDONNA WEEK. kind of. i had a whole idea and when i sat down to write it the words didn't want to word so instead there is a SCRIPT! Or a really advanced outline! I want to actually write the fic and fill in the gaps, lol, but until the week is over please accept this placeholder. For now, please enjoy:

DoctorDonna Week 2023, Day 1:

FIRE/GLOW

@doctordonnaweek

1,711 words, full of ALL CAPS as my heart led me and SPOILERS FOR THE DOCTOR WHO 60TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIALS STARTING IN THE FIRST SENTENCE

THE DOCTOR collapses after the events of The Giggle (bi-regeneration sickness, mumble mumble), people are very worried, Doctor-Donna snuggles and the beginning of discussing the rest of their lives together.

INT: WILF’S spare bedroom, night. THE DOCTOR is lying in the full-sized bed under a hideous quilt that may have come from the bottom of TARDIS storage or Sylvia’s linen closet. His SHOES – obviously borrowed from somebody – , COAT, and OTHER ASSORTED are draped over an armoir. He’s wearing his undershirt and is resting uneasily, sweating with a subtle golden sheen to his skin. DONNA enters, juggling a thermometer, cup of tea, and crazy space gadget.

DONNA, to a figure outside of the door

“No, I’ve got him. Really, go stay with Rose. Are you sure I shouldn’t -”

SHAUN, just a shadow in the hall behind the cracked door

“Absolutely. She’s putting on a brave face, but she’s tough. I’ll put on the telly and we can have a cuddle.”

DONNA smiles. She loves this man so.

“Yeah?”

SHAUN

“Yeah, you know she’s worried about him too.”

DONNA leans back out of the door and kisses SHAUN, slowly. It’s a moment of relief, savoring a return to normal with new appreciation for things she already loved more than she thought she could stand. They bump foreheads and smile, looking into each others’ eyes.

DONNA

“I love you.”

SHAUN

“I love you too. Now take care of your spaceman and give us a shout if you need anything.”

DONNA laughs and pecks him on the lips one more time before shutting the door.

~AUTH NOTE: DONNA GETTING SETTLED IN, SHOWING HOW BADLY OFF THE DOCTOR IS~

She runs her hand over the DOCTOR’S forehead the way she’s learned to do as a mother, but forgets about the psychic contact points. When her fingertips brush them, both she and the DOCTOR jolt. The DOCTOR resettles, facing DONNA. DONNA sits back with an expression of focus and then realization.

DONNA, as though recalling a long-buried memory

“Tannins.”

DONNA looks down at her cup of tea. She puts it on the bedside table and starts rearranging, finding another pillow or two and stacking them at the head of the bed before attempting to wrangle THE DOCTOR into sitting more upright. He’s floppy and uncooperative and she scolds him as she’s trying to get her arm behind his shoulders. She presses him forward and he falls so that he’s folded in half, nose on his knees. DONNA pauses in rearranging the pillows, looking at him.

DONNA

“How are you that bendy at your age?”

It occurs to her that, rather than folding comfortably, he may have torn something from being unable to support himself. She rushes to get the pillows in place and resettles him more gently. He exhales a little rush of gold but doesn’t otherwise react.

DONNA, while picking up the tea like a surgical instrument

“Okay, let’s give this a try.”

DONNA gingerly wafts the teacup under THE DOCTOR’S nose like smelling salts. When he doesn’t react, she wafts it more aggressively. She studies him closely after every pass. On the third pass, she accidentally bumps it against his chin and splashes a little.

DONNA

“Oh, shit! Sorry, sorry.”

She dabs the spill off his chin. THE DOCTOR gasps a big breath, opening his eyes wide, and DONNA startles badly.

DONNA

“SHIT!”

THE DOCTOR, bleary

“Issat tea?”

DONNA, looking down at the tea she forgot she was holding

“Yes! Yes it is, here, have a sip. Is it okay with milk?”

THE DOCTOR, being force-fed tea a little too quickly

*affirmative hum*

DONNA, pulling back

“Is that enough?”

THE DOCTOR is still swallowing his last sip, so he makes grabby hands for the mug. DONNA hands it over and sits back in her seat, wringing her hands.

THE DOCTOR, in between sips

“What, no honey?”

DONNA

“No, it’s late. Trying to calm down, aren’t we?”

THE DOCTOR finishes the mug in a long swallow and clumsily wipes his mouth with his shirtsleeve. DONNA looks disgusted but unsurprised.

THE DOCTOR

“So you made black tea?”

DONNA looks at him with her eyebrows raised, unimpressed.

DONNA

“It’s got you up, hasn’t it?”

THE DOCTOR

“Yeah, fair enough. Oooh –”

THE DOCTOR winces, falling back onto his pillows. DONNA sits forward in alarm and takes the teacup.

DONNA

“What? What is it?”

THE DOCTOR makes a face and then belches up a plume of regeneration energy. DONNA jerks backwards, trying to avoid it. It follows her, curling slowly like water but definitely in her direction. She swats at it like a fly and it clings to her fingertips.

AUTH NOTE: SOMEHOW THEY GET TO THE PART THAT I ACTUALLY WANTED TO WRITE

DONNA looks down, smiling tightly, reluctant or not ready to talk about the difficult subject of THE DOCTOR leaving her without her memories for fifteen years. He looks at her, endlessly old and endlessly regretful.

THE DOCTOR

“I’m sorry.”

DONNA, shaking her head as if to brush it off and still smiling

“No.”

THE DOCTOR

“No, really, I’m so -”

DONNA leans forward jerkily. She’s restraining huge, complicated emotions behind a smile that’s wavering a little bit. She raises her hands, controls them, and folds them firmly and decisively together on the bedspread. THE DOCTOR watches her. She takes a deep, shaky breath and sighs it out.

DONNA

“I keep thinking -”

She bites down on the rest of her sentence, looking away and sniffing. Her body language and expression are tight. She’s barely holding tears at bay. THE DOCTOR is also tearing up.

DONNA

“No.”

DONNA stands up and flips the covers off THE DOCTOR. He’s confused, but moves with her as she focuses hard on pushing him over on the bed, pulling up the covers, and pushing the pillows onto the floor. She toes off her shoes and climbs into the bed. She arranges them to her satisfaction, so that she has his head tucked under her chin and he can’t see her face. Under the thin blanket, they’re obviously tangled together like best friends at a sleepover. THE DOCTOR noses closer, hungry for contact.

DONNA, slowly

“I thought I was broken...for fifteen years.”

THE DOCTOR’s expression crumbles, pained. DONNA is staring at the SONIC SCREWDRIVER in the pile of stuff on the dresser, steadier now.

DONNA

“Mum was being nicer, and Grandad just – he looked at me in this way I didn’t understand. He’s always been so encouraging, we’ve always shared so much, and suddenly... I kept going. I met Shaun. There was,” she starts to tear up again, “so much good, he’s so good, and then we had Rose and we were so happy, I was so happy, but there was always this great...big...hole right through the middle of it. It felt...like I was missing someone so important, and I couldn’t tell if it was me or my best friend or – or both.”

She finally closes her eyes and lets the tears fall. Then her expression relaxes. There’s some relief in saying it. She squeezes THE DOCTOR closer and kisses him on the top of the head. He sniffles.

DONNA

“I’m not really angry about that yet, we’ve been so busy, but I will be. I’m gonna hold this over your head forever, I’m going to squeeze you for every-every drop of guilt shopping and chocolates I can get.”

They both chuckle wetly and sniffle. DONNA sobers.

DONNA

“I keep thinking, what if it was Rose or Shaun? What if I finally had someone I loved and...and I had to make that kind of choice? I don’t have all the memories but I can remember feeling how lonely you’ve been, how much you’ve been hurt. I don’t know what I would have done, if I was hurting that way.”

She pauses. Her expression firms.

DONNA

“But I would have come back. Even if I had to leave them, I would have come back. I would have kept trying to help.”

THE DOCTOR

“You’ve always been stronger than me.”

DONNA pulls back and they look at each other. THE DOCTOR’S expression is dull, defeated, DONNA’S angry. After a moment, DONNA sighs. Closing her eyes, she presses their foreheads together. THE DOCTOR softens, still all pain underneath, but DONNA is calmer.

DONNA

“No more excuses for you. I’m putting you in feelings boot camp. You’re gonna wake up and do two hundred happy push-ups tomorrow. It’s a big job, but I’m going to whip you into shape. You’re gonna be miserable. I’m going to make you the biggest emotional bodybuilder in this town.”

THE DOCTOR, smiling

“You promise?”

DONNA

“Yeah, I do. There’s no escape for you now.”

She tweaks his nose. He wrinkles it and grins his big old grin.

DONNA

“Glad we got that settled. Now! Sleep time.”

THE DOCTOR

“But-”

DONNA shushes him and budges them both down the bed so that they’re lying comfortably. THE DOCTOR protests, citing Time Lord sleeping habits that DONNA shoots down with a snort, but he lets her bully him around.

THE DOCTOR

“But Shaun -”

DONNA

“You wanna keep trying to tell me things about my own husband or do you wanna enjoy this while it lasts?”

THE DOCTOR settles in. They both relax, still tangled together but less likely to wake up with cricks in their necks and hands fallen asleep.

THE DOCTOR

“Alright, don’t blame me if you get weird in the morning.”

DONNA

“You have no idea how much weird I can handle. Normal life has weird you can’t even imagine.”

THE DOCTOR

“I look forward to learning about it.”

DONNA

“I know you don’t snore, but I remember that camping trip in the Diamond Mountains. No wiggling.”

THE DOCTOR

“And I remember the kicking.”

DONNA

“Shush. Sleep time.”

<THE END>

CODA: THE DOCTOR sits on WILF’S couch, sick with bi-regeneration/”my 11th-dimensional self got too close to the not-things from the end of the universe” flu, doped on Gallifreyan cold medication and an accidental ginger-ale someone who didn’t know about Gallifreyan biology gave them. They’re swaddled like a recalcitrant cat at the vet because they keep falling over when they try to get up. DONNA is filming them acting like they just got out of wisdom tooth surgery and choking on laughter.

#noodle fic #fanfiction #doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #doctordonna week 23 #fic wip

[stopaskingme]

The alternate ending for Star Trek (2009) is to me the American "Mrs.Darcy"-kiss ending for Pride & Prejudice (2005).

Does the film need it? No.

But would it have made me blubber emotionally until I am a puddle of feelings? 1000%.

(Pasting the alternate ending here in case the webpage gets deleted)

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ALTERNATE SCENE B

SPOCK PRIME Then I ask that you do yourself a  favor… put away logic, and do what  feels right. The world you’ve inherited  lives in the shadow of incalculable  devastation… but there’s no reason you  must face it alone. 

And from around his neck, he removes the PENDANT that  until now, we’ve only caught glimpses of. Places it on  the table beside his younger self. The feeling in his  eyes is profound… 

SPOCK PRIME (CONT’D)This was a gift to me. Representing…  a dream. One we were unable to fulfill. (softly) The way you can now.

And moves to the door. Stops. Offers the VULCAN SALUTE:

SPOCK PRIME (CONT’D) As my customary farewell would appear  oddly self serving, I will simply say…  good luck. 

Their eyes hold. Spock turns, disappearing into the  corridor. Young Spock stares at the empty doorway a  beat, his mind a jumble of thoughts. Looks to the  pendant… and realizes it’s a HOLO-EMITTER. After  considering a beat, he hits an activation button and a  MOVING HOLOGRAPHIC MESSAGE materializes before him:

CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK. WILLIAM SHATNER. As always,  brash, wry, confident — and SINGING:

KIRK/ SHATNER Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to  you…  (stops, grins) I know I know, it’s illogical to  celebrate something you had nothing to do  with, but I haven’t had the chance to  congratulate you on your appointment to  the ambassadorship so I thought I’d seize  the occasion… Bravo, Spock — they tell  me your first mission may take you away  for awhile, so I’ll be the first to wish  you luck… and to say… (beat, emotional) I miss you, old friend. 

… and we’re PUSHING IN on Young Spock, taking in the  image of Kirk’s future self, the message, but above all —  the clear, unquestionable friendship these two men had…

INT. CORRIDOR – CONTINUOUS

As Spock Prime walks off down the corridor, he passes  right by a man conferring with a nurse — the man pauses,  turns… it’s SAREK. Suddenly overcome by a feeling that  the stranger who’s just passed him is… oddly familiar.

KIRK/SHATNER (V.O.) I suppose I’d always imagined us…  outgrowing Starfleet together. Watching  life swing us into our Emeritus years… 

INT. STARBASE ONE – HANGAR – ETERNAL NIGHT

MUSIC BUILDING — glass walls reveal THE ENTERPRISE at  dock, UTILITY CRAFTS floating around it, repairing.  Standing at attention in rows, THE ENTERPRISE CREW —  over four hundred of them wearing DRESS UNIFORMS — TRACK  DOWN the faces, all proud: 

KIRK/SHATNER (V.O.) I look around at the new cadets now and  can’t help thinking… has it really been  so long? Wasn’t it only yesterday we  stepped onto the Enterprise as boys?  That I had to prove to the crew I  deserved command… and their respect? 

And we STOP ON YOUNG KIRK. Composed, focused, proud. A  man. And to every fan’s delight, finally wearing his  YELLOW SHIRT. The FEDERATION COMMANDANT stands at a  podium:

COMMANDANT This assembly calls Captain James  Tiberius Kirk…

Kirk breaks from formation, pivots, marches down the  hangar — past UHURA… SULU… CHEKOV… SCOTTY. All  Beaming. Notably absent, is Spock. Kirk ascends the  stairs, snaps to attention:

COMMANDANT (CONT’D)Your inspirational valor and supreme  dedication to your comrades are in  keeping with the highest traditions of  service and reflect utmost credit to  yourself, your crew, and the Federation.  By Starfleet Order 28455, you are hereby  directed to report to Commanding Officer,  USS Enterprise, for duty as his relief.

Kirk turns. Walks to… PIKE. In a wheelchair now,  wearing an ADMIRAL’S UNIFORM. Overnight, his hair’s  turned totally grey — but despite his trauma, his  pride’s overwhelming. They SALUTE each other:

KIRK I relieve you, Sir.  

PIKE … I am relieved.

He opens a BOX in his lap — glorious in repose, a MEDAL: 

PIKE (CONT’D)And as Fleet Admiral, for your… unique  solution to the Kobayashi Maru, it’s my  honor to award you with a commendation  for original thinking.

Pike containing a smirk, pins the medal to Kirk’s  chest…

PIKE (CONT’D) (a touch choked) Congratulations, Captain.

KIRK Thank you, Sir.

Kirk turns to the crowd. Eyes shining. WILD APPLAUSE.  OUR MUSIC SOARS. Bones leans in to Sulu, rolling his  eyes: 

BONES … Same ship, different day.

As Kirk rejoins his crew for hugs and congratulations, we  go to the BACK of the hangar… SPOCK PRIME. Watching.  Moved beyond words. He turns and leaves them to it… as  he goes… 

KIRK/SHATNER (V.O.) I know what you’d say — ‘It’s their turn  now, Jim…’ And of course you’re  right… but it got me thinking: 

INT. STARFLEET HOSPITAL – EARTH – DAY

Our montage comes full circle as we END on Kirk’s  transmission:

KIRK/SHATNER Who’s to say we can’t go one more round?  By the last tally, only twenty five  percent of the galaxy’s been chartered…  I’d call that negligent. Criminal even —  an invitation. You once said being a  starship captain was my first, best  destiny… if that’s true, then yours is  to be by my side. If there’s any true  logic to the universe… we’ll end up on  that bridge again someday. 

Stops, grins. Because this is the part he needs to say  most… 

KIRK/SHATNER Admit it, Spock. For people like us, the  journey itself… is home.

Young Spock’s face. Lost in feelings that flood through  him.

#Star Trek 2009 #aos #spirk #star trek