#+that works out in my mind considering canon statements made)

[piningprecussionist]

Soooo for the future AU with married Kim and Ramona, who do you think would take whose last name?? Or would they double barrel them?? Or not mess with their last names at all? Was literally lying awake thinking about this last night it means far too much to me

Oh man... much to consider...

Obviously, the funny/correct (/j) answer is they end up hyphenating it as Pine-Flowers.

But honestly like.. either of them taking the others name is also so cute? Kim Flowers, Ramona Pine.... they make me very 💞💞💞

(Flowers-Pine is also a fine order for the hyphenated take, and arguably more funny since Pine-Flowers is right there, but I think Pine-Flowers has better flow, ya know?)

Of course, this is taking at as a "legitimately married" au as I have taken you to posit here,, whenever I think about their future selves, personally, I've been thinking about it like "yeah Ramona's still married to Scott actually. This changes nothing for me" ahfduksfjdh

#like i see them still giving eachother rings and maybe calling eachother by their own respective last names while they go about whatever it+ #+is they're doing... #they cant file formally since ramona isn't divorced but it only gnaws at Kim sometimes because it's Scott Fucking Pilgrim- Ramona otherwise+ #+gives no indication that Kim has anything to worry about. and she doesn't! imo anyway #(idk so far as im concerned until bryan tells us what Future Kim is up to i am considering them Canon your honor shjfshjdhf and thats how + #+that works out in my mind considering canon statements made) #((plus is explains to me why even older scott would drag kim there for the final showdown...)) #spto #kim pine #ramona flowers #ship stuff #kimona #pineflowers #ramkim #kimram #kim x ramona #ramona x kim #thats all im doing maybe. we'll see if i decide to add more/longer ones #ooc #txt #cassmouse #tysvm for the ask! <3 i also lay awake thinking abt them... they are everything to me.... #((also i generally need to be thinking abt future kim for a Thing. sans pineflowers Tragically but For A Thinggg....)) #asks #(forgot that. whoops.)

[levmada]

every—lesser known—canon fact about Levi Ackerman.

infamously over the years, there have been countless false rumors about Levi in particular out of the cast. many of them have become popular, even ubiquitous, and it's annoying!

and also disheartening when you find out it's not true....

and hurtful when you realize it was - sometimes - made up by trolls.

so i'm making this post<3

credit to @levisfavoriteacup for the idea!!

*disclaimer: i'm not perfect, so this may not be Everything™️ but I am confident that it's the majority of information available, and that it's trustworthy. :)

First the most populars. There is no evidence across interviews nor other content over the years that:

Levi is ugly, and is considered ugly in AOT.

Nope. See here: (tumblr link), or:

Isayama finished his first sketch of Levi mostly on a whim, but the moment he drew his face, he had a sense it would work well / he knew he had something good. Something told him: "the yaoi fangirls are going to like this one".

As time passed and his popularity grew, Isayama caught onto this and wanted to portray him more attractively (in multiple ways) to the viewer/reader.

But from the beginning, this was something of the goal. He is short because Isayama had in mind what young women/fangirls in Japan consider attractive: a man with a higher-pitch voice; has a small face; and who is "short but strong".

In the world of AOT, he (in a nutshell) is mostly considered plain or awkward, but combined with his reputation and style, he's very charming. "He cleans up nice." Overall, it is positive :) But more importantly, realistic I think.

He's also something of a celebrity. People who advertise their product as being used by him are more successful; when he's seen in a shop, this by itself is considered "advertising" and more people come in. Quote: ""the tea that the hero bought”".

He's definitely not a 2/10 at any rate😇.

—the 24th episode of Naoki Yoshida's Anime Plan, 2013 / Interview with Frau Magazine, 2013 | Hajime Isayama x Hikaru Suruga (2014) | AU Smartpass - Erwin & Levi Close Up Interview Part 1 | Taking shelter from the rain reprise: Levi and Peaure

Levi’s type would be someone who’s "tough, feminine and sensual".

Levi's type "might" be tall people. But context matters, because in multiple translations "don't you think?" and "might be" are thrown around a lot. Isayama isn't known for his clarity. When asked, he practically said the question right back. —fan Q&A from a festival in Betsumaga, Aug.2014

What this quote might have come from is a statement by the author of an article Isayama was likely involved in. I can't say this is 100% canon, but in my opinion it's a little less canon than the Smartpass AUs; if those are sub-canon, then this is sub-sub-canon:

Levi's romantic type is someone who walks three steps behind him, and likes cleaning.

In the past, in Japanese culture, for a wife to walk three steps behind her husband implied highly traditional gender roles. What this is much more likely to mean is that Levi's romantic type is someone who will let him protect them, or will run away and survive even if it costs his life. (And they have to like cleaning.)

—the article is from 2013, and no longer exists. but the link was used as recently as 2021 as a source in this post by a reliable translator. I've found this quote also in varying qualities of translation across Japanese and English forums, so to the best of my knowledge, it's reliable.

Levi's cravat is a piece of his mother's dress + he was wearing her dress when Kenny found him.

This is a popular rumor that Isayama has never confirmed (i think it is true, tho.)

December 25th was chosen by his comrades because he doesn't know his actual birthday.

The guidebook only states that it is his birthday. I can't find any more context on this. —AOT Guidebook; p.256

His character profile:

—AOT Guidebook; p.78–79

His name is Hebrew, and means "attached" or to be "joined".

Isayama came up with Levi's name after watching American documentary "Jesus Camp". (It's about a summer camp-type program where evangelical Christian children are taught extreme beliefs. One of the children was named Levi.) Isayama heard it and thought it sounded cool. —Hajime Isayama x Hikaru Suruga (2014) | 2010 blogpost by Isayama

Levi is in his early 30s (in s3/RtS/volume 19). –Interview, Universal Studios Japan’s SNK THE REAL exhibition, 2016 | confirmation

If Kuchel was still alive, Levi would want to make sure she had an easy life. This means specifically filial piety, a concept exclusive to the East: he would fulfill his duties as a son for her. (tldr he's a mama's boy :3) —Bessatsu Magazine, 2019

Levi would have thin facial hair, but he prefers not to, so he shaves frequently. —January 2020 issue of Bessatsu Magazine (chapter 124)

He doesn't like coffee milk or coffee jelly. They're out of the question even.🤐 —July 2018 issue of Bessatsu Magazine (chapter 106)

He just gets depressed when he drinks coffee. Maybe he loves tea that much? He stopped calling Hange names like 'shitty glasses' since they became commander because he "seems" to respect their position that much. However, a Smartpass story delves deeper into this (and states as I suspected): [After Hange makes a joke] "Since becoming the commander succeeding Erwin, they’d toned down on their past speech and behaviour that had a touch of tomfoolery; Levi understanding that they were nevertheless trying to maintain the self “that was the case then”, also loses the will to curse at them." + "In the past, Hange had a Hange-type dream, and should have been progressing to that purpose. That lately, was it the weight of the office of commander, or was it due to the reality that is “all the world was our enemy”, their manner had changed considerably." —May 2017 issue of Bessatsu Magazine (chapter 92) | Goodnight. Sweet dreams, dear. Act II: Levi

If he and Kenny had fought one-on-one, Levi would've won. —December 2016 issue of Bessatsu Magazine (chapter 87)

intermission: all about tea

His favorite "food" is black tea. No actual food.

He doesn't add sugar or milk to his tea because he considers it too expensive—which it is canonically. Despite this, he will share his tea with his comrades (his original squad as far as is seen).

Even though he's Captain, he'd rather drink it straight (the implications of which are he's a hardworking man, like that of a farmer. aka, this makes him seem humble).

If a time of peace ever came, Levi wants to open a black tea shop (he said in a dreamlike way, not so much based in reality).

He also knows a good amount of facts and history about it. He's a tea enthusiast!!

Levi receives pilfered tea in shipments monthly, thanks to Erwin.

—AU Smartpass - Erwin & Levi Close Up Interview Part 2 | Part 1 | Taking shelter from the rain reprise: Levi and Peaure | Bessatsu Magazine, Jan.2014 | September 2016 issue of Bessatsu Magazine (chapter 84) | AU Smartpass My First Time Around: Levi Ackerman | The Case of the Corps Tea Party - File No. 09 Levi's Side (3/3) | sugar and milk in tea from the Japanese perspective

Levi, out of his original squad, found Petra cute/sweet in the general sense of the word "kawaii". Like Levi's romantic type however, this was sort of a non-answer to the question (of whether Levi thought she was cute). —2014 interview

After RtS, Levi seems to consider Hange and the 104th his family. —AU Smartpass My First Time Around: Levi Ackerman

He wears a cravat because Isayama based part of his design off Rorschach from the movie 'Watchmen'. He looks "delicate" because of his size and weight, but he's so powerful because [in issues before the reveal of the Ackerman bloodline] of "invisible power" at work. —January 2016 issue of Bessatsu Magazine (chapter 76)

The best way to describe the way he thinks is to compare him to the main character from the movie The Hurt Locker (2008). His character was born from Hiei from the manga 'Yuyu Hakusho', and Rorschach from the movie 'Watchmen'. The former was the basis for his appearance (especially his eyes), and the latter was the basis for his personality. Firstly though, Isayama had an image of a small man being the strongest.

—Hajime Isayama x Hikaru Suruga (2014) / Brutus Magazine (2014)

He is something of a protagonist (especially in s3p1). — Animedia, June 2018

His favorite tool (in general...?) is microfiber cloths (for dust I guess. Levi has no need for weapons :3) —July 2015 issue of Bessatsu Magazine

He will usually laugh/smile when he sees convenient cleaning goods (i.e., vacuum cleaners? feather dusters? ((cuz he's a shorty?❤️)) —Bessatsu Magazine, Dec. 2013

He does want to be taller sometimes. He gets eager to clean up after meals rather than cook at all. He can cook, though. —Bessatsu Magazine, Aug.2014 | fan Q&A in Oyama, Oita, Mar.2018

Levi mostly couldn't adapt to the changes that came about after the truth was discovered. Only he wears mostly the same uniform, cape, and blades.

After RtS, Levi personally retrieved Erwin's remains himself, for whom there was a special memorial service. After Eren (inadvertently) called him a "tiny old man" in season 3, Levi didn't care, but when he thought of it by himself later, he was hurt (unclear exactly why). Levi's father, most likely one of Kuchel's customers, is an insignificant man who's short. That's where Levi's height comes from. His face comes from his mother. At the start of season 4, Levi didn't change much compared to the 104th because he's turning into an "old man" who'd rather stick with his flip phone so to speak. He "doesn't break out into cold sweats". AKA he's always calm under pressure. He considers prostitution to be an ordinary job because of his childhood. Levi's vision is very sharp, way above average. He thought Eren's new look beginning season 4 was unclean/dirty (in more ways than one perhaps). —fan Q&A in Oyama, Oita, Mar.2018

He has slight bouts of insomnia. He never snaps/explodes when he's angry. But he does get angry or grumpy a lot, in general. He doesn't sing. It's more likely he would dance. If he was a fan of Momoiro Clover Z (jpop girl group), his favorite would be Momoka. When/if he drinks, he has a high tolerance, but he can get a little drunk :) One thing he highly hates and fears is mold. He is the one who ordered Armin to dress as Historia during the uprising. His blood type is A. Blood types are much like horoscopes in Japanese culture, and Levi's is as such: kichōmen, or well-organized; he likes keeping things neat, but can be stubborn and stressed out easily.

Whether he eats enough or has a good diet? He is "a bit lax". Maybe he forgets to eat sometimes, or has a low appetite. When Levi bathes, he goes for a quick shower then soak in hot water, which takes about ten minutes. Like a bird :')) He on any given night gets about 2-3 hours of sleep. He thought Eren was the best at cleaning (in season 3 / uprising arc). Because of his childhood in the Underground, Levi has a preoccupation/obsession with cleaning (specifically to ward off disease). He also doesn't have any pajamas, mostly keeping day clothes on when he goes to sleep - which is in "his" chair. Levi cuts his own hair using clippers. (Something like:)

He's aware Oluo imitated him, and found it annoying. Levi's horoscope (in general) as a Capricorn: Humanity’s Strongest Soldier - Levi. He possesses warmth in the midst of a dispassionate nature, and he is capable of leadership without verbal expression – both of which are special qualities of a Capricorn. Capricorns tend to hold certain levels of authority, even if they must carry out somewhat unreasonable tactics while in such positions. But when such authority is backed up with actual abilities, a Capricorn can gain Levi’s type of confidence and also be put on a pedestal by those around them. However, Capricorns won’t be dependent on others, much less trust them easily. They don’t hold high expectations and thus never feel a sense of failure. Levi’s faults include the inability to express himself clearly.  Even though he wants to encourage his companions, he always speaks in a roundabout way, and without Hanji’s translation it’s nearly impossible to understand Levi’s intended meaning. Even though he is dependable in most situations, when it comes to love/romance, he expresses himself clumsily/awkwardly. —FRaU Magazine, Aug.2014. | fan Q&A in Oyama, Oita, Mar.2018 | Levi: Close-up Report (Part One) | Translator *the horoscope wasn't written by Isayama, but was published alongside canon information, and it's also not factually wrong, so I'm including it.

The dark circles under Levi’s eyes are to convey the “self-destruction” he takes on to reach the “standard” of Humanity’s Strongest. —Interview on the topic of Levi, May 2015

His 'liege'—as Eren is to Mikasa, and Uri is to Kenny—is Erwin. He is afraid of making deep relationships because of the cruel world he lives in; he can't know when someone he cares for will die or how soon. That 'gap' left in Levi's heart by Kenny's death was filled by his squad (the 104th). If Levi hadn't joined the Survey Corps, he would've been a "very irresponsible person". Risky with his life perhaps? As a kid, Levi used to make himself stronger in order to receive praise from Kenny. When he abandoned him, he wondered what his strength was even for. He was able to find peace with Kenny after his death. In CH72, the reason Levi kicked the shit out of Eren and Jean is because of his argument with Erwin earlier.

He knows he's a slave to his own strength, aka the idea of being a hero. He realizes it when Kenny asked what he's a slave to in s3/ch69. —Answers Guidebook, Aug.2016

If he ever changed his appearance, the one thing Levi couldn't be able to give up is his undercut :') He would grow out the top and tie it up :3 —Oyama homecoming event Q&A in 2014 | 2 | 3

Levi knows how to use a gun, but he "places more trust" in knives. —Bessatsu Magazine, 2019

Levi tolerates saunas. But instead of enjoying himself he seems to see it as a test of endurance. (LOL) —Bessatsu Magazine, 2020

Levi has newspaper-level handwriting that he practices often. He's very conscious of it and being connected back to the Underground. —AU Smartpass TEXT: Levi’s Signature

Isayama had considered killing Levi around the time of the thunderspear explosion. (As always) Isayama deliberated with his editors whether or not it'd be meaningful if he died, and they decided it wouldn't be. —Kawakubo interview, 2021

Specially, Levi holds his swords in a reverse grip "his own way" since he wasn't officially trained. —Illustrate Note Magazine, 2017

Levi forcefully bathes Hange by knocking them unconscious. —AU Smartpass - Erwin & Levi Close Up Interview Part 1

Levi is 4 at the time that Kuchel dies. —What the director informed Kamiya Hiroshi of on set

His character song is called "Dark Side of the Moon", found on YouTube here. Translated lyrics here.

how to draw Levi:

—AOT Guidebook; p.229 | +Illustrate Note Magazine, 2017

#please share... this took days of time and effort #levi aot #snk levi #snk levi ackerman #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #captain levi #rivaille heichou #levi heichou #captain levi ackerman #levi rivaille #rivaille ackerman #aot manga #snk #levi art #levi shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #levi.thoughts

[sorcerersseestars]

 his eyes, your ears [part iv]

series masterlist

Gojo Satoru x reader

summary: There was a time when you called him best friend, but those days escaped you long ago. There’s no way he’s alive – right? With the depth of his betrayal still lingering in your heart and mind, what would his reappearance spell for your life?

pairing: gojo satoru x gn! reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

warnings: cursing, lowkey a little mental torture, TW! s*xual a*sault (forced kiss), violence!!, one instance of vomiting (sry), immoral and creepy Geto, reader is kinda anxious nonstop (like writer like reader?), some details are non-canon (a/n 2.0 at end explains), also it’s slow for the first half but picks up I promise, I think I made Geto sound British???, also I made Hanami act like a mom kinda 💀 uh…im going to call it comic relief?

word count: 6.7k. oof.

a/n: I am literally SO SORRY that this has been sitting in my drafts for so long but… life happens! Along those lines – I wrote 1/2 of this in September and 1/2 of it in May, so it might be a bit disjointed sorryyy hehe

“I didn’t ask for this.”

“Then you’ll have to live with disappointment,” He flashes you an all-too-pleased-with-himself smile. “Becaaause it’s totally permanently in your phone now.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, right. As if I wouldn’t be able to delete a contact.”

He has a devilish smirk on his face, but his voice is annoyingly innocent and cheerful. “Go ahead, try!”

You gasp. “Gojo! Did you jailbreak my new phone?!”

“Uh, uh! That not what my contact reads as!” He snatches your phone from your hands, and points a large finger to the tiny name on your screen. “It’s ‘My Beloved Best Friend Satoru’!”

“Satoru,” You say dangerously. “Erase this or I’ll erase you from existence.”

He chuckles. “Oh, I’d love to see you try. You’re cute when you try to beat me.”

Your mouth opens and closes as you try to find words, and you try to ignore the heat on your cheeks. “S-Satoru! You asshole, give me my phone back!”

He holds it high above your head, a wide smile lingering on his face. He’s having way too much fun with this. You jump, trying to swat it out of his hand, but to no avail.

“Why did you even do this?” You grumble, sighing. “What, is it ‘how many ways can I torture (Y/N) in the span of a few hours’ day?”

He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re weak, remember? You gotta have me on speed dial if you want to survive in this line of work.”

First, your eyes widen at his blunt statement. Then you sigh again, this time a bit sadly. “Wow, you have so much faith in me…thanks.”

“You never know what’s out there,” Gojo says. “If you ever have any trouble, call me.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Is this a prank? I thought you hated ‘helping the weak’.”

“I’m serious, (Y/N),” He says firmly. “I’ll always pick up. Abuse the privilege, whatever, I don’t care. Just don’t die.”

Your head snaps towards him, mouth hanging open with shock. “Satoru, what…? I’m not going to…”

You fall silent. There’s no guarantee of that.

He steps closer to you, closer than what you’d consider friendly. Your heart skips a beat.

“Just do it, okay? I’ll always be on the other end.”

Always, huh? But now…

Ring, ring, ring. You bite your lip, pressing your phone hard against your ear, as if his voice will appear if you wish it enough. Ring, ring, ring.

“Please…” You whisper. “Come on, come on.”

Your breath hitches as the distinctive timbre of Satoru’s voice fills your ear, but your shoulders fall almost immediately.

“Hey, sorry I’ve missed your call! If you close your eyes, recite my name five times, and spin around twice, I might get back to ya! No exceptions – not even–”

You sigh and hang up before you’re put through to voice mail. It’s not like he’ll listen to it, anyway.

He’s been avoiding you. You haven’t seen him for days – six, to be exact. It’s been five days since Shoko deemed you well enough to recover at home, despite the worryingly slow rate that your cursed energy has been returning. You were released with the promise you wouldn’t exert yourself and absolutely would not use any cursed energy. All the while, you had childishly held two crossed fingers behind your back – your promise was as empty as you felt.

You should have expected this; this shouldn’t hurt so much. Gojo is the strongest sorcerer the world has seen for hundreds of years. He never runs from his foes – he doesn’t need to. When it comes to facing emotions, however, he is all but mighty. Whenever his emotions run high, overflowing until they begin to leak out into broad daylight, he turns tail and practically erases himself from existence. It’s nearly impossible to find him – he mysteriously leaves no trace, even for an experienced tracker like you.

You left Shoko with an empty smile and promise, and Gojo has done just the same. Despite him swearing that he’d be back to see you, Gojo is nowhere to be found. You’ve dropped by at the school multiple times, even asking his students if they knew of his whereabouts, but nobody has been able to give you an answer.

He’s been dodging your calls, letting it ring until his chirpy voicemail message mocks you. The text messages you leave go unread, unopened.

When you hopelessly reopen your chat with him, you can’t help but bite yoru nails as you stare at the wall of blue on your screen. Message after message – unfinished thoughts, apologies, words full of urgency and desperation – are left by trembling hands bloodied by your own worry.

‘I’m the strongest,’ He always says, so why does fear spike in your veins at the thought of Geto finding him? 

Even though his own arrogant words ring through your head, you can’t quell the anxiety that threatens to wreak havoc over your fragile state. You’re worried, so worried, and it bleeds into the rest of your life: you’re all over the place, constantly forgetting appointments and important items, you are inexplicably tense, your breathing is constantly shallow and quick; you’re barely holding yourself together.

A few days ago, you had your meeting with Yaga, alone, which went just as horribly as you could have imagined, but you were thankfully spared contact with the higher-ups due to your condition.

But you’re almost all better now – at least physically. That’s why you’re back again, ready for another round of manipulation and abuse.

You’re out of it, so out of it. Your eyes are glazed over, and nothing they say registers in your mind. Even when you try to focus on the words leaving their mouths, your brain filters it all back into mindless noise.

There’s a sequence of very familiar syllables: ah, your name is being shouted. You look up with empty eyes, blinking slowly.

“Useless sorcerer, answer me, now!” Gakuganji roars. “You are testing our patience, and I’ve just about run out of it. Can you track him, or not?”

You breathe in shakily, and let out a weak, clueless, “What?”

“Track him, or they’re dead,” He spits. “Track Geto Suguru. Find him. We won’t wait long. If you haven’t reported back in a week, your parents won’t be able to enjoy their retirement any longer.”

Some of the other council members shift uncomfortably at his bluntness, but you barely even flinch.

You’re so tired of it all. You almost wish you had encouraged Gojo to just off them once and for all.

“Okay,” You mumble softly, lacking the energy to project your voice. “I can do it. I will track Geto Suguru.”

You drag yourself out without acknowledging them, without any show of respect, but the thought of caring is lost on you. Your apathy leaves a trail of displeased whispers, but you don’t even notice.

You speed-dial his number again and again and again, and are returned with nothing but the taunt of his cheerfully recorded memo.

When you finally look away from his contact info burning your retinas, your gaze is trained on the clear sky. It shouldn’t be so vivid, shouldn’t be so beautiful – today should be overcast and rainy. You can’t help but frown, but your eyes remain on the heavens.

Then you’re granted a sight that usually coaxes a smile out of you no matter how you feel: a particularly large gust of wind lays out a collection of reddening autumn leaves against the azure sky. They swirl and dance in the breeze, hovering in your field of vision for a few more moments before they are whipped away. 

It’s a sign of the changing of seasons – it has always been one of your favorite times of the year, especially during your years at Tokyo Jujutsu High. The rapid approach of the holidays and the time spent training with your classmates in the chilly air has always enlivened you.

Today, this sight drives fat tears to roll down your cheeks. It just serves to remind you of the juxtaposition between those blissful times and these turbulent times: the weight of Geto’s betrayal, his subsequent death, his impossible revival.

You turn your head to the side, eyes tracking the leaves as they dance into the distance. 

“So I’m really doing this then,” You whisper to yourself. “Yeah, guess I am. You’re not here to stop me…”

They’re far from Tokyo, much further than they were before. That much is obvious from the start, when you first scour for their residuals. After a disappointing first try by Jujutsu High - you shouldn’t expected much, anyway - you decide to return to their last known location: the forest you nearly were obliterated in. You dread returning there, but you have little choice unless you want to do a whole lot of guesswork.

You drive yourself there. Usually, you would be accompanied by your usual driver Ijichi, but the thought of asking him didn’t even cross your mind. In the eyes of the Jujutsu world, this is a suicide mission. You’re well aware of that: so why involve anyway else unnecessarily, risking innocent lives?

You’re grateful for the calming scenery that blurs by: miles and miles of inhabited land, solely occupied by woodland’s creatures. Hardly any curses are present in the countryside, as there are no humans to feed off of. Those special grades you faced were certainly the exception.

You pull over to the edge of the forest once you sense a steady stream of cursed energy. The residual energy is at least a week old - just around the time of your unfortunate encounter with them. You close your eyes and carefully sift through all of the cursed energy signatures left behind, immediately identifying Hanami’s and Jogo’s faint residuals. There’s one stronger energy, and very familiar: Satoru’s cursed energy.

His cursed energy is so easy to pick out, no matter where you are. It’s so bright and lively, practically humming under your fingers every time you sense it, almost as if it were your own.

But there’s a shadow – his energy shadows another. You concentrate, sensing an underlying current of a more recent energy. Your eyes fly open, startled by your discovery. It is much fresher than the others: the residuals are only a few days old.

Its signature is both unknown and yet alarmingly familiar. It’s dark, so dark. Its energy chokes you, holds you hostage with the way it starts to stick to you and steal your courage with its oppressiveness. You’ve never felt an energy quite like this, yet it feels all too familiar.

You begin to shake, the reality sinking in. “Geto…. Just what have you become?”

You shakily clamber back into the driver’s seat, firmly gripping the steering wheel with sweaty hands. Geto was here. Geto knows that you and Satoru were in the same vicinity as Jogo and Hanami. There’s absolutely no way he doesn’t know — you carelessly hadn’t wiped your residuals or even tried to cover your tracks.

You step on the gas. You keep your cursed energy flowing as you speed down the road, revealing a murky trail of residuals to follow. His cursed energy is so distinctly foul that you can pick it out from the rest with little effort. It’s overwhelming and makes you nauseous. Cursed with a twist of familiarity – a sickening combination.

Your mind begins to race. Is this how Gojo felt back then? No, it must have been so much worse, tracking one of your soulmates down with the intent to…to kill. And now you’re being forced to track him down again, just so the higher-ups can order Gojo to repeat history, just so your best friends will be forced to fight until one is–

You jerk the steering wheel over, making for a rough pull-over job. You throw yourself out of the car as quickly as possible before retching your stomach’s contents out onto the dark pavement.

The old wounds in your heart flare up; you clutch your chest desperately.

You are not strong enough to protect your parents - but are you strong enough to survive the alternative, the reality you and Gojo can’t help but deny?

“I have to,” You whisper to yourself. “I have to do this. I have no power in this world, I’m not the strongest…so this is all I can do.”

And so you are off again, this time unwavering from the course you’re set on.

By the time you reach Kyoto, an untimely five hours of panicked driving later, their residuals are so apparent that you hardly have to try. It’s almost as if they’re luring you in, the most sensitive tracker known in the Jujutsu world; why else would they leave behind such obvious traces of their cursed energy?

You ignore your instincts that scream for you to turn back, and instead continue into the outskirts of the most outer part of the residential areas – the residuals lead you far from the city itself.

As you venture further into the countryside, your stomach begins to clench. The residuals are much stronger now, but not alarmingly so. They should still be miles and miles out, perhaps 40 or 50 – there should be enough distance to not alert them of your presence. However, as a precaution, you stretch your hearing beyond the range of any normal human. You still feel unsettled, even with the extra layer of protection.

This is dumb. This is a terrible idea. Yet, you keep your foot firmly on the gas pedal.

You are suddenly flooded with an overwhelming wave of noise. Your brain barely has a second to process what your ears pick up: the roar of an object hurtling towards your car. You swerve to the roadside, and you’re barely fast enough: the driver’s side door is nearly scraped off, and it begins to smolder.

It shouldn’t be possible. They shouldn’t be here. Not again.

Running on pure adrenaline, you rip your seatbelt off and throw yourself to the passenger’s side door, seeking an escape from the next impending strike. Your hearing is more sensitive from your frenzied state, and you hear the next meteor much earlier this time. You rely on your hearing, on your hearing only: it will tell you where to dodge.

You climb out of the car, wheezing on smoke and fumes, and take off running. You gasp at the sound of the next meteor closing in on you and quickly dive away, throwing yourself to the ground and covering your head with your hands. The explosion is so intense that even after reducing your hearing, you feel the shock reverberate through your body and overpower any other sensation you feel.

After the ringing in your ears lets up for a moment, you finally feel the aftermath of the blast: shards of heated rock are embedded in your side, scorching your skin. There’s no time to even think about it: you’re up and running away from the voices that soon enter your hearing.

“You imbecile! Do you always have to do the opposite of what you’ve been ordered?” The grating tones of Hanami enter your ears as he hisses at Jogo. “He said captured alive! Or would you rather face his wrath?”

Captured? So they had been expecting your arrival; it was a trap all along.

“Relax, I haven’t even made a scratch yet!” Jogo shouts back.

“You’re embarrassing yourself in many ways,” Hanami scoffs. “If your intention was to kill, I will begin to further doubt your abilities. I already had to rescue you from that sorcerer, or has your pea-brain already forgotten that failure after it fell off of your body?”

“Shut up already,” Jogo growls. “I got it, okay?”

You truly don’t know what to do. Your last encounter made it very clear that you are solely a tracker with limited offensive ability. Hell, you didn’t even try last time because you knew it be to utterly pointless – the result would turn out no better if you tried now. Two special grades against a Grade 1 sorcerer with Grade 2 offensive abilities? You don’t stand a chance in that regard.

They’re in too close of proximity to disguise your presence – cutting off your cursed energy would be pointless. There’s only one other trick up your sleeve to increase your chances of surviving if they do decide to attack again.

You feel their cursed energies so much more clearly – when you steal a glance behind yourself, you can faintly see them in the distance. Not good.

Jogo suddenly barks out a laugh. “Boss never said we couldn’t rough anybody up though, did he? Got you there, dumbass! Don’t try to stop me!”

Really not good.

There’s a sudden spike in cursed energy – and that energy is heading straight for you. You try to dodge, but your reaction is too late. You feel the heat even before the impact, and you decide you definitely need to utilize your other ability. It’s not perfect, nor is it a full-fledged technique yet, but you have little choice but to use it now.

You concentrate all your energy into the side that will take the hit, and imagine an impenetrable wall. You think of Gojo’s Infinity: the space that can never crossed, no matter how much force is exerted. You don’t have the ability to manipulate space like Gojo, but your shield imitates his impenetrability.

Jogo’s fiery body slams into your side. Your breath is instantly knocked out of you, and the searing pain returns. Your shield absorbs the brunt of the strike, but you’re still knocked back at least thirty feet. You tumble into the undergrowth, your back squarely hitting a tree in your path.

You can’t stop the howl that escapes your lungs, and the ragged breathing that follows.

“They tried to stop it! It wasn’t even a fraction of my power and they couldn’t stop it! And you’re telling me that Gojo Satoru is interested in them?” Jogo howls in laughter. “How pathetic!”

At your next blink, Jogo has materialized in front of you. You weakly stagger to the side, wanting to get away but knowing you can’t deep down. They’re just toying with you – if they decided to get rid of you, they’d be able to almost instantly.

Jogo shouts loudly, “So weak it makes me sick! You can only run away, huh? Boss is right – creatures like you are disgusting.”

He rushes forward again, and you rush to encase yourself in your imperfect shield. To your surprise, you are not struck down: instead, you’re…in his arms??

“Hanami! Since you won’t let me have anymore fun, I guess we should go back,” Jogo yells across the clearing to the other Special Grade.

A burst of petals flies past your eyes; Hanami emerges from a newly-grown patch of flowers. They don’t say anything, but they approach Jogo and stand right over his shoulder. Jogo eyes Hanami suspiciously.

“Why are you hovering over me?” Jogo grumbles. “Stay away, tree hugger.”

“It’s almost as if he knew you were going to pull this,” Hanami huffs. “There’s a reason I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”

“They’re alive, that was the only request. Did Boss put you up to that ‘good guy’ act, huh? Agh, such arrogant scum! Thinks he can tell me what to do?”

Despite your shield, Jogo’s heat begins to affect you. You cough violently, and when you glance at your hands you see rivulets of red.

“Yes, I think that’s accurate, considering you call him ‘Boss’. Now, hand them over before they go up in flames.”

Jogo grunts unhappily, but complies. You’re transferred to the rough bark limbs of the tree cursed spirit. Hanami sighs at the sight of your angry red burns, eyeing Jogo, “Such a barbaric curse…destructive to all life and environment.”

“HAH! You-!” Jogo guffaws. “I’ve see you uproot your own forests! Environmentally friendly my ass! Shut your trap.”

You wince from his loudness.

“So obnoxious, isn’t he? Well, you’re the lucky one here - you get to take a nap,” Hanami says. “Rest well before your…‘meeting’.”

Your pulse quickens at the expression on the curse’s face: a demented sort of excitement. There’s a sweet floral smell that falls over you, and then you begin to grow sleepy. Your eyelids start to flutter as you try to fight it – but you are eventually pulled deep into a dreamless sleep.

You are roused from your sleep by the touch of another. A hand on your forehead – a comforting presence. It’s warm, and familiar. You’re about to smile widely and look deep into his crystal eyes, but when your bleary eyes begin to focus, your heart stops.

There’s an easy, gentle smile on his face. His dark eyes shine brightly, but your own can’t help but drift to the obvious surgical scar running across his entire forehead.

Your reflexes kick in: you smack his hand away, rejecting the unwanted touch, and fall into a defensive stance. He lets out a hum of amusement, but otherwise does not react.

“My old friend,” Geto Suguru coos. “How wonderful it is to see you again. Never thought I’d be able to – what a gift your presence is, my dear.”

It’s then that you realize that you’re shaking; your chattering teeth render you unable to let any words out.

“Did Jogo and Hanami rough you up again? How rude of them,” He sighs. “But don’t be scared, it’s just your old friend Suguru.”

He stops to let his eyes roam over your hunched form. A sickening smirk spreads across his face – sickening because it’s just like the sweet smiles he used to give you.

“You know, you really are the best tracker around. I have to say, I’m quite impressed. Too bad I know all your little tricks, though. Did you like the surprise I set up especially for you?” He smirks. “It’s hard to catch such a talented tracker as you off guard, but I think I managed quite well. You didn’t detect a thing, did you? They were supposed to be much further away, I know…it’s fascinating, isn’t it, the feats you can achieve through sorcery?”

You only stare at him in horror.

“No? Well, I know at least Jogo enjoyed it,” He says with a soft laugh, but his next words cause icy chills to run down your spine. “But I think I enjoyed it the most. The look on your face…was perfect.”

Your stomach turns at his words. His gaze is even worse: there’s a hungry, disturbing glint to them. Your eyes flit from his sharp onyx eyes to his traditional wear: his inky yukata and gilded kasaya are elegant and beautiful, but emanate darkness.

“Forgot what I looked like? It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Geto smiles. His smile is soft and almost sweet, but out of place; its familiarity makes your stomach churn.

“You shouldn’t be here,” You finally speak, voice quiet and cracking. “You shouldn’t exist.”

“That’s a bit harsh, doll. I’m not the only one who doesn’t belong in this world,” He says, lip curled in disgust. “Monkeys roam the earth. That’s more of a disgrace than my existence…I hope you’d agree.”

You only manage to gasp out, “How are you even here?”

His eyes meet yours, crinkling in a dark sort of amusement. “You’d love to know, wouldn’t you? There’s a price to pay for that knowledge, doll.”

“You’d…Geto would never hurt me,” You whimper. “Never.”

Geto just smiles. “I wouldn’t? Maybe not.”

His piercing eyes seem to see stare right through you. “But what about my best friend?”

You freeze.

“Is that such an uncomfortable thought?” He chuckles a little too lightly. “Never thought about it even once? Not even after he killed me?”

He tuts at you, clicking his tongue. “Sweetheart, I knew you were blinded by him, but never to this degree. How low you have fallen…”

He moves closer. Your breath is trapped in your lungs and you can’t move.

“One toe out of line and you might end up like me. Don’t you see?” He shakes his head.

Hot anger flashes through you, and your tongue lashes out before you can think. “One toe out of line? No. No. You committed genocide. You murdered your entire family in the name of it. For what? A delusional dream?”

He sighs. “Of course. So brainwashed…you’re practically a monkey. How disappointing. You don’t get it, do you? I was apparently his everything, and look how I ended up.”

“You’re not Geto!” You cry out. “You can’t be.”

He laughs softly, but his gaze is razor-sharp. “Are you sure these aren’t Geto’s thoughts?”

You bite your lip in nervous thought. “Ge- you…why am I here?”

He ignores your question as he begins to circle you like a hawk, eyes sharp and hungry. “You know, you’re not quite what I imagined you to be.”

You take a few tentative steps back, trying to subtly increase the distance between you and the living corpse in front of you, but he strides over to your side when he notices.

“I’m just so curious,” He says, eyes raking over your figure. “You really are (Y/N), aren’t you? Fits the descriptions…”

The blood drains from your face. You back away from his seeking hands that threaten to touch you, to investigate you.

“There’s a disgusting amount of papers with your name written all over them – I don’t think Hanami would have liked me much before. Such a waste of stationery,” He says, his twisted smirk pulling shivers down your spine. “Why was I so fixated on you? You don’t look like anything special. Don’t tell me…I actually fell for someone as plain as you?”

“What?” You breathe out, eyes wide, mouth parted in surprise. “Geto, you…he…it wasn’t like that.”

“And you didn’t even know,” He coos in faux pity. “How cruel to find out in this way. Seems like you have only ever focused on my former equal. You only pay attention to the strongest – how shallow. What did I ever see in you?”

“I- that’s not-“ You try to form a sentence, deny it, say it’s not true because it truly isn’t, but your tongue and vocal chords won’t cooperate with you.

“When confronted with the truth, humans get tongue tied,” He smiles, voice dripping with mockery. “How precious. What a good little monkey you are – so unbearably typical, so exemplary of your species.”

“Stop,” You gasp out.

“What, sweets? Can’t handle the truth?”

“Don’t call me that,” You try to say with conviction, but it leaves you weakly and softly, almost a plea.

“What, you only like it when he calls you that?” He says with a dark chuckle. “How pathetic. How much has you brainwashed you into thinking he acutally wants anything to do with you? Gojo doesn’t like to get attached. And even when he does–”

He leans forward, invading your space, pressing up too closely to your body. “–sometimes you still end up dead.”

“Stop,” You beg. “Get away from me. You’re-you’re scaring me, Suguru.”

“Am I?” He smirks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I know what to do to make you forgive me, though. Used to work on Shoko, too.”

“No, stop!” You cry, ragged breaths leaving you. “This isn’t you, stop, please, stop!”

“You’re right,” He smiles wickedly, eyes dark. “It’s not.”

His lips meet yours. It burns your skin, but not pleasantly – it’s all wrong, and it hurts. You shove him away with as much force as you can, leaving him stumbling back a few paces. He laughs. He laughs.

“Wow, I’m impressed,” He chuckles, amused. “You’re stronger than you used to be. Maybe you actually live up to being Grade 1 now, huh?”

“Who are you?!” You cry out. “Why did you bring me here?”

“I’m Geto Suguru,” He says with a crazed smile. “Is it that hard to believe when my body was never retrieved?”

“What do you want from me?” You snarl, growing angry. “You’ve just been toying with me, you bastard. Trying to play all these mind games on me, leaving your dirty work to your underlings. None of it feels substantial enough to kidnap me.”

A cackle escapes Geto, “You’re right, it isn’t. By yourself, you aren’t of any interest to me. Just a memento of the past – I don’t have any use for you.”

He continues with a smirk, “I have to say though, your reactions have piqued my interest slightly. Jogo seems to feel the same way. Perhaps if you could be our little monkey for entertainment - it might keep Jogo out of trouble elsewhere.”

Reduced to entertainment.

“You’re sick,” You say, shaking your head.

“Hardly. It’s only natural treatment for someone so unimportant. Should I be frank?” He asks, touching his chin to mock contemplation. “You are here solely as means of luring him out.”

You break out in a cold sweat. It was as you suspected and feared: you are only bait. Bait for the strongest.

“He won’t come,” You declare. “This is pointless.”

“Do you take me as an idiot monkey?” Geto frowns. “You’re not the only one who can read residuals. He came last time, and he will come this time.”

“He doesn’t know,” You hiss. “He won’t come. He doesn’t want to see me right now.”

Geto only smiles. “He’ll come.”

His confidence scares you. Even though it would be very unlikely Gojo is even aware that you’re away on a mission, doubt still swirls in your gut. You don’t want him to walk into this trap – who knows what Geto has planned?

While you mull over your thoughts, Geto grows impatient.

“This is quite dull. Let’s test your strength, First Grader,” He smirks. “Maybe they’ll pass you to Special Grade if you can land a single hit.”

Suddenly, your breath is stolen from you. You double over in pain, caught off guard by the assault to your stomach. It was only a kick, but it was the hardest you’ve been hit in your entire life by another sorcerer.

“Silly me, I’ve forgotten my manners,” Geto says drily. “When harkening back to our school days, I must ask if you’re ready before we spar.

But don’t forget, the enemy won’t wait for you. Didn’t we learn that?”

Satoru’s words. He would often preemptively attack before the sparring session officially began, and he would always recite those exact words. You feel sick.

You don’t respond, knowing it would take away from your focus. Instead, you concentrate on pouring your cursed energy into your hearing technique.

He begins his initial assault: he’s extremely agile, and his punches and kicks seem to come out of thin air. You anticipate his attacks with your highly developed sense of hearing, listening for each twitch of his muscles and the roar of his appendages slashing through the air. Essentially, you read his moves before he has finished them. Your body can’t always keep up with your hearing enough to avoid him, though, but the blows are lessened by your half-developed shielding.

You haven’t attempted a single hit of your own – all your energy has gone into avoiding each of his potent attacks. Every time you see an opening, your chance is ruined by another attack of his.

After a few minutes of religiously defending, your senses slow. You can hear everything, but you can’t physically keep up with him. You begin to take hit after hit after hit – until you’re forced to retreat several paces back. Blood drips from your nose, spilling into your mouth and filling your mouth with the metallic tang of iron. It tastes of defeat and cowardice.

“Are you sure you’re not a monkey?” Geto roars in laughter. “To call you a sorcerer is sacrilegious at best. How disappointing you are. Haven’t improved an ounce since our days together, have you? Other than that half-baked excuse of a technique - trying to imitate the strongest, perhaps?”

You ignore his taunts, using the time to draw out two small daggers from your sleeves. You fare better with bows, but the twin blades are better than nothing.

“What cute little pocket knives,” Geto jeers. “They look sharp.”

“Want to find out?” You growl.

He scoffs. “I’d like to see you try.”

It is a dance that never ends – you are held captive by the need to defend yourself, not able to stop without the fear of further injury. You are slowly giving up hope when time seems to slow down. Your breath hitches as you spot what you need desperately: an opening. You zero in on the opening, thrusting your right hand into the open space. A spurt of red splashes your hand – your aim was true.

You step back immediately, parrying his retaliating blow with your other blade. More droplets spill over you, a shower of red that makes you nauseous.

You’re breathing hard. You haven’t fought with a sorcerer – or even a curse – for a long time, and it’s taking more of your strength than you anticipated.

Geto doubles over, which fills you with confusion. There’s no way those two nicks did any substantial damage, so why is he hunched over in pain?

And then you hear it. Laughter. Crazed laughter erupts from him in waves. When he looks up at you, the fear in the pit of your stomach intensifies. He’s not hurt – he’s pissed off. Very.

“I have to admit, you exceeded my expectations. But that’s not saying much when I expected nothing from a dirty monkey like you,” He spits. “What a brat.”

“If I recall correctly, you were the one who wanted to spar like old times,” You glare, grip tightening on your daggers. “It was only per your suggestion.”

“Your insolence boils my blood…how does he care for someone like you?! How did I?!” He roars. “You are nothing!”

He rushes forward faster than you can register and knocks you to the ground. You instinctively roll out of the way and are still nearly stomped on. You try to stand up, or even just sit up, but can’t. You begin to panic – you feel frozen in place, unable to even turn your head.

“Now you can’t run away,” He growls. “Should I make it a little unbearable? You deserve it.”

You feel a great pressure forcing your body into the ground. It’s excruciating; you feel as if your bones are grinding together and all your muscles are compressed. You can’t bite back the cry that erupts from your throat.

“Now you really feel the gravity of the situation,” He says with a demented smile. “You know, maybe I don’t need you anyway. He can just come to retrieve your body. Can’t make the same mistake twice, after all. Leaving a body to rot is a vulnerability. I could fix that for him, too…leave a puddle where you used to stand? If I crush you long enough, perhaps…”

“Fuck you,” You manage to get out. “You’ll never win. You’ll never beat Satoru.”

You fall flat on your face, coughing, as you are released from his technique. You try to push yourself up, but you only manage to a kneeling position. Not that it matters anyway, not when you are grabbed by your throat and hoisted in the air.

“Do you always make so many mistakes?” He hisses. “It’s like you want me to kill you.”

You couldn’t respond even if you wanted to with how hard he’s clutching your trachea. You have no idea when you dropped your blades, but they’re not in your hands now, so you have to resort to pitifully clawing at his grip with your bare hands.

Your vision begins to blur and darken as you asphyxiate. Howls of laughter ring in your ears, getting quieter and then louder as your hearing fades in and out.

Is this how it will end? No, it can’t, you can’t let it. You can’t leave yourself to die at the hands of Geto Suguru. You can’t die at the hands of your former friend, and be found by your other best friend. You can’t do that to him.

You claw harder, more desperately, even though you feel yourself weakening. It’s futile – his grip won’t even loosen at your efforts.

You have to use your weaker technique. If you do it perfectly, it might propel him from your body, giving you a chance to escape. Escape to where, you don’t know, but you need to try. You don’t have any chance otherwise.

With a burst of strength you didn’t know you had, you focus all of your cursed energy into the skin that is touching Geto. Your close your eyes, visualizing the perfect invisible wall that encases Gojo – no flaws, no gaps, no way to get past – and then you release your energy.

There’s a loud smack that resonates through the air, and then you crumple to the ground. When you look up, you can see a hard shell jutting between you and Geto, effectively shielding you. Geto is clutching his arm, which is now red and swollen.

You actually did it. It was a perfect use of your technique.

“You are frustrating, but no matter. I have other methods at my disposal. Didn’t think I’d have to pull this on you, but you seem to be begging for your demise, so I might as well use it,” He grits his teeth, and holds one arm out, his forearm curling up.

A ball of black energy appears at his fist. It is nebulous and shifts as it grows bigger. It begins to glow as time passes, as it amasses more energy. You have no idea what that is, but you highly doubt your shield will be able to block it. As you think about your options, your shield begins to fade away – you are nearly out of cursed energy. You are wide-eyed as you watch the last sections of your shield dissipate to nothing.

Entirely defenseless, you heave yourself to a standing position and try to stumble away. You fall to one knee in agony – Jogo and Geto have taken a toll on you.

You look over to see the ball of darkness leave Geto’s fingers. You are frozen, knowing you can do nothing, but also knowing you will die if you do nothing.

It approaches, and you close your eyes. Hopefully it will completely destroy you in a single instant, so it won’t be torturous. At least you won’t be in pain for long.

It’s going to hit you. And then you suppose it does. You feel weightless, like you weigh nothing. Perhaps your body has been destroyed, and this is how your brain is processing the absence of your nerve endings.

But if you are not here anymore, why does the wind whip through your ears?

You were mistaken. You don’t just feel weightless, you are weightless.

When you open your eyes, tears spill out at the sight in front of you. Tousled white hair, a blindfold tucked over his eyes, rigid determination showing through his features.

“I didn’t know this is where we were holding the school reunion. Class of ‘007, except Geto went all rogue and didn’t end up graduating. What a failure!”

His words are playful, and he’s smiling, but somehow his tone doesn’t match. It’s serious and dark, not at all jocular. He seems to be making an effort to keep up his lighthearted persona, but his true feelings can’t help but bleed out.

“Ah, you finally showed up,” Geto cackles. “It’s not good to have a weakness. I was about to do you a favor.”

Gojo laughs bitterly, “Don’t you know? Strength comes from weaknesses. Not that you would understand.”

“In any case…” He looks down at you. “I won’t let you take away my strongest weakness.”

next part

a/n 2.0: Okay so, idk how it 100% is in the manga bc I haven’t read it, but basically this ‘Geto’ (*cough* Kenjaku) has thoughts that are Kenjaku but with some of Geto’s memories ?? .. sorry if that’s non canon heehee

Bonus!!: Also I’ve been learning some Japanese so here is Gojo’ name spelled out: ごじょさとる。This is more for my own enjoyment 🫣 but here you go lol

tag list: @thenyxsky, @whitehairedtwink, @screwyou3

also thank you @zoyatoshi for your such sweet reblogs 🥹🥹 literally inspired me to finish this chapter up after 6+ months !!

#gojo satoru x reader #reader needs a hug #gojo satoru needs a hug #geto suguru #Jujutsu Kaisen #jjk angst #angst/comfort #hurt/comfort #geto suguru needs a hug but he’s not getting one

[misc-obeyme]

I'm the recent barb has a lizard/snail tail anon 🐌 idk if anyone's using that emoji or if I'm going to be leaving a lot of anons in your inbox to warrant having one.

I wanted to thank you for the info! That RAD magazine was a good read and reminded me that I really love Satan's tail too. I appreciate the detail of him wrapping it around his leg, and knowing it would probably hurt to sit on accidentally it makes sense to have it wrapped that way. He's sweet and probably doesn't want to hurt anyone unintentionally. Intentionally, maybe, but not accidentally or when he's in his book reading trances, having it out and causing damage to him or others.

I also love the tail glove for Barbatos! What an idea! I want this to be canon. I also like the idea of him using the tail to assist in cooking as like, an extra little pincer/tong thing. I can imagine him at the sink meticulously washing his hands and his tail tips (hygiene!) and drying them off with a towel before getting to work.

Thinking about him using his tail to roll out dough if the surface of the tail is fairly hard. He wouldn't even need to use his hands, he's whisking cream while his tail is rolling out the dough and cutting out the shapes.

This of course falls apart if we consider that if the wetness described is the kind that seeps out quickly, it'd be hard to keep that dry. And I still think that if his tail hits the slick floors in the castle that it might be some kind of slipping hazard. Here's hoping his tail is more useful to him than hindering.

-🐌

Oh no worries about the frequency with which you visit my ask box, you can still have an emoji. I have two emojis on the list that were only ever used once and several that I haven't heard from in ages. So I don't mind at all, there are plenty of emojis available! I will add yours to the list!

I really love Satan's tail. When I first started playing the game, I didn't even realize he had a tail for the longest time. Because I was always looking at the sprites from the waist up when they're on the screen and I hadn't looked at the full body version of it, so I never even saw his tail. Until one day I was thinking about who had wings and who had tails and I realized I didn't know which Satan had. Then I looked it up and I was like what!? That thing looks intense! There have been discussions here on the blog about what it's made out of. Since the other brothers tend to have tails that fit with their animals - like Levi's is a snake and Belphie's is a cow. So what is Satan's? It doesn't look like a standard unicorn tail?

And then someone (I think it was an anon) said that they thought of it as being bone.

And I was like OH YEAH I love that lol! I think a unicorn horn is also supposed to be bone, so you could even say that his tail is more like a prehensile unicorn horn than a unicorn tail that's just hair. But I like the bone interpretation either way!

And it makes sense that it'd be dangerous because it looks really hard and sharp. I never really thought about why he keeps it wrapped around his leg, but it makes sense that he'd do that just to prevent it from hurting people accidentally. But oh man, can you imagine being on the end of that thing if you were in a legit fight with him and he was trying to hurt you? Well, not you, but like an enemy of some kind. Other demons perhaps? Man, I think it'd be lethal.

OMG I loooove the image of Barbatos washing his tail tips and using the tail to roll out dough. I think he'd use the tail to make himself more efficient because that just feels like a very Barbatos thing to do. I'm not sure how wet they mean it to be, but it doesn't look wet in any of the art. So I kinda think it's probably not quite wet enough to be seeping out anywhere? But really there's no official statement about this as far as I know, so I kinda think it's whatever you like lol!

I also think he's probably used to holding it up so it doesn't hit the floor. I don't know if it's actually long enough to hit the floor, now that I'm thinking about it. I think it depends on the art... which does not depict its length consistently.

So possibly it's not quite long enough to drag along the floor? But if it is, he always seems to have it held up, so I suspect he just does that most of the time?

Maybe he only lets it rest when he's alone, you know? Like when he's finally relaxing... I'm just imagining him in a bathtub with a bunch of bubbles and his tail just hanging out over the edge all limp lol.

Anyway, I too hope that it's more helpful than hindering!

#I really like tails in general #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me satan #obey me barbatos #🐌 anon #misc answers

[rosanna-writer]

we said hello and your eyes look like coming home (12/?)

Summary: A canon-divergent AU where the bond snaps for Rhys on Calanmai, Feyre unwittingly accepts it, and Fire Night magic proves to be more transformative than anyone bargained for. Feyre drags a mate she hardly knows out from Under the Mountain, then puts him back together as war with Hybern approaches. Warnings: dubious consent, canon-typical sexual violence, canon-typical violence Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~3.2k

Feyre is calm in a crisis. Rhys is unhinged. They get their Big Damn Kiss (basically, Feysand is being Feysand as usual this chapter).

Read on AO3 or you can find the twelfth chapter below the readmore.

ch. 1 - 10 | ch. 11 - she underestimated just who she was stealing from | ch. 12 - no amount of freedom gets you clean

The darkness lifted as quickly as it had appeared. Rhys's wings and talons were gone, a cruel smirk firmly in place. I wondered if anyone else had seen that flash of his true self in the darkness, but I suspected I'd been the only one.

Amarantha was sitting unnaturally stiffly, empty eyes staring straight ahead at nothing; Rhys must have already broken into her mind and held it. The crowd stared at him with naked fear. So did the other six High Lords.

I'd been so focused on getting Rhys back that I hadn't considered what dropping the ruse would mean for the rest of the faeries trapped Under the Mountain. They'd been hoping I'd free the Spring Court, and that might have changed the balance of power enough to release the other six courts one by one. Instead, I'd unleashed the lone daemati among the High Lords—and now there was nothing stopping the Lord of Nightmares from using that ability to force Amarantha to give him their magic.

I'd cleared a path for Rhys to crown himself High King.

He winnowed himself from the platform, coming to stand next to me in the trench. Even though I was covered in mud and shit and blood, Rhysand—the male I'd never seen with a single speck of lint on him, let alone dirt—draped an arm casually across my shoulders. This was an act, too. The bond was taut with anxiety, and his fingers dug into me, even as he carefully avoided my still-bleeding wound.

Rhys was ready to to shove me behind him and fight if it came to it. With so many potential enemies staring at me as I bled, instinct was riding him hard. He wasn't thinking about power at all, just my safety.

"Excellent work, Feyre darling," he drawled.

We were still playing a role, making a statement. It was obvious the physical closeness and the endearment were meant to send a message, and I was happy to play along. I let myself keep smiling as I said, "You know perfectly well that it's a joint effort. Finish this, Rhys."

His power was still rolling off him in waves, and I delighted in it. Not because of what he could do, but because it was a reminder that he was whole again. I let that show on my face; it was easy enough to allow everyone else to conclude I was basking in his praise. And the subtle command in my voice, the nickname—I'd made sure to send a message, too.

Rhys didn't need to be told twice. There was a blinding flash of light, and the air went thick with magic as the power of the six other High Lords returned to them. The spots had hardly cleared from my vision as another flick of Rhys's wrist turned Amarantha into nothing but blood-rain. It splattered on some of the other High Lords, the ones who'd been too stunned to put up a shield.

Rhys had been waiting for this moment since he'd been captured during the war. That need for vengeance had burned for centuries, even before she'd spent the last fifty years abusing him. But none of that came close to the power of a mating bond. He'd barely paid attention as he'd killed her, eyes on me—his injured mate—instead.

Through the bond, I could feel his control slipping. This close, I could even see it in the flare of his nostrils and the feral look in his eyes. Everyone else was too terrified and far away to notice, but if this lasted much longer, we'd have a bloodbath on our hands, starting with Tamlin and ending with whoever else looked at me the wrong way. I didn't want to see any more death today—we needed to leave, even if it meant letting too many questions go unanswered.

Just get us back to Velaris, I said, tugging on the bond gently.

Rhys wouldn't argue with that. I clung to him as the world fell away and wind roared, turning everything to smoke and shadow. It lasted a heartbeat, and then we were in the living room of his townhouse.

We'd made it out.

But Rhys hardly seemed to notice. He took a step back so he could examine me properly, no longer hiding the worry. The intensity of his focus on me and nothing else…it was so strong I could hardly bring myself to meet his gaze, even though I'd felt the same thing myself. That same overwhelming instinct had driven me Under the Mountain for him.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" he said.

"A few bruises, but nothing severe other than my arm," I said, turning my head to look at the wound properly for the first time. It didn't hurt, not since he'd taken away the pain, so I hadn't quite realized how bad it was. But once I took in the sight of the ripped tendons and exposed bone, I understood why he was barely holding it together.

"It will hurt for a moment. Same as it did with your nose."

"A small price to pay to keep my arm."

I thought that might get a smile from him, but it didn't. He just grabbed my arm with heartbreaking gentleness. I braced myself for the pain, trusting his touch to keep me steady. And it did; even through the burn of flesh knitting itself back together, I didn't cry out. The mud caked on us disappeared along with the injury, though I still felt a thin layer of oil on my skin. The glamour was lifted too, the swirling tattoo appearing on my left hand again.

And only then did Rhys relax. The tension melted from his posture as he finally took in our surroundings, blinking in disbelief. "You— You brought me home," he said, voice choked with the beginning of tears.

"We got you home," I said fiercely. We'd done it together.

My first time up close, I watched wings unfurl from his back. Rhys stretched them out wide, something he hadn't done in fifty years, and Cauldron—I hadn't realized how magnificent they were. Even without them, Rhys was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen, but something hadn't been quite right when his wings were hidden. He curved them around me as he reached forward with both hands to cup my face.

And then he finally kissed me.

At first it was soft—too soft, as if he were afraid of breaking me, lips barely ghosting against mine. I tugged on the bond, a clear request for more, and grabbed at the lapels of his jacket. His tongue swept into my mouth in answer, hands sliding from my face to my hair. He deepened the kiss, bending me backwards slightly as a sudden hunger swept through us both like wildfire.

It wasn't quite magic, but something close to it as our fear became exhilaration at what we'd just accomplished and a need to drink each other in.

Our breath was ragged when we finally pulled apart. We held each other tightly, my face against his shoulder and his nose against my temple. Shields down, I didn't know where my relief ended and his began, but if we hadn't been clutching each other, the strength of it might have brought us both to our knees.

I wasn't sure how long we stood there like that, both of us shaking. My tears soaked into the fabric of his shirt, and his left a wet spot in my hair. Nothing could have made us let go.

"I love you. I know you felt it, but you should hear it, too," he whispered, and I gripped him tighter, not trusting my voice.

At some point, another set of arms wrapped around us both. I turned my head and got a face full of blonde hair—Mor. Then everything became a tangle of wings and arms and tears as Cassian and Azriel and even Amren joined us next.

The next few minutes were a blur of crying and being embraced and "You fucking did it, Feyre" and "It's good to have you back, brother" and "Fifty years, never scare us like that again." The sound of everyone talking over each other, the slick feeling of oil coating my skin, and the bright faelights in the room all became too much. I felt like I might burst, fall asleep on my feet, or both at once.

It was a relief as everyone else's attention narrowed in focus to just Rhys, as it should have been. They hadn't seen him in decades, and while I was grateful for everything they'd done for me, I was still acutely aware that Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Amren were Rhys's family. It might change one day, but a few weeks weren't enough time to make them mine, too.

I stood at the edge of the room, watching the five of them together, and couldn't help but feel a pang of unexpected loneliness.

I tugged on the bond gently. Azriel had been in the middle of saying something to Rhys, but Rhys's eyes immediately snapped to mine, his body going tense. A spike of anxiety lanced down the bond.

I understood—being in Velaris again didn't feel real to me, either. Not yet. We were both still bracing ourselves for threats.

"I need a bath. Even with the magic…that was a lot of mud. And I should sleep," I said.

Rhys nodded, shoulders slumping in relief that nothing was amiss. "Get some rest," he said softly.

I gave a brief nod back, then slipped out of the living room. It wasn't until I'd made it down the hallway and paused at the foot of the stairs that I realized there were no clothes here for me. It would be no trouble to use magic to bring my things at the House of Wind back here, but just the thought of having to ask made me feel painfully human.

Even Under the Mountain, I hadn't thought once about being the only human for miles.

Fears I'd forgotten about after leaving Velaris came rushing back in full force. I'd felt the depth of Rhys's power when it returned to him, and as a human without a scrap of magic I could use, it had never been more clear what a weak point I was. A burden.

I lingered at the foot of the stairs, unsure what to do. The sound of conversation drifted into the hall, warm and joyful, and I wondered what the rest of them had waited to say to Rhys until I'd left the room. It had been fifty years since they'd been together—far longer than my lifetime twice over. I couldn't bring myself to interrupt. But I wouldn't rifle through Rhys's things without permission, either.

So without a word, I left for the House of Wind.

The weather had warmed up since I'd left, and my tunic was enough to keep out the slight chill in the air. It wasn't a long walk, and the city was quiet. I'd half-expected to see celebrations in the streets at the end of Amarantha's reign, but perhaps news still hadn't spread quite yet. The Cauldron only knew what had happened Under the Mountain after Rhys and I left.

It had been too long since I'd felt a breeze on my face, and I'd forgotten that the air in Velaris smelled faintly of the sea. I breathed it in deep as I walked, savoring it. The full moon lit my way, and I tilted my head back to look at the stars as much as I dared. Velaris at rest settled something deep within me.

Before long, I reached the House. The bond had been quiet for the whole walk there, and at the base of the steps, I hesitated and wondered if I should tug on it again. But for once, there was no anxiety on Rhys's end, and ten thousand steps seemed better than even the smallest risk of disturbing that.

Despite the exhaustion settling over me like a heavy blanket, I began to climb.

I'd known that it would take a while, but reaching the top seemed to take an eternity. I stopped to lean against the wall and catch my breath at several points, wondering if my legs would give out under me. The burst of energy from running for my life was long gone.

To my relief, the room I'd stayed in appeared completely untouched since I'd left. The clothes Mor had gotten for me were in the closet where I'd left them, the bed still unmade. I nearly collapsed into it then and there, but after rolling in worm shit, my desire to get clean won out.

I ran a bath and peeled off my clothes. As I waited for the tub to fill, I thought about burning my tunic and leggings. I had no desire to touch anything from the Spring Court ever again. Once I slipped into the water, I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed at my skin, even with the exhaustion threatening to overtake me. It wasn't just about the mud—I could feel Amarantha's court Under the Mountain on me, memories of what she'd done to me and Rhys sticking to me and refusing to wash away.

When the water went cold, I got out and dried off. I stared down at my skin, not quite convinced that the lack of paint and injuries was real, everything smooth and unblemished again. I traced the swirls of the tattoo on my left hand with the fingers of my right. I'd missed it—I hadn't realized until then that I hadn't felt quite myself with the glamour covering it.

If keeping my eyes open hadn't become a losing battle, I would have drained the tub and ran a second bath or even as a third, as many as it took to free myself from the lingering sensation of rot coating me. But this would have to do for now. I needed sleep.

I found a set of nightclothes and barely managed to pull them on; my muscles had begun to ache, deeper than I'd thought possible, even after long days in the woods that ended with carrying a deer carcass for miles. I slid under the covers and fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.

For the first time since Calanmai, I didn't dream at all.

I woke to bright light streaming in from the window and let out an involuntary groan before I realized it was sunlight and almost wept, even as it stung my eyes. As I reached over to shield them with a hand, my fingers brushed a piece of paper.

That was strange—there hadn't been one there when I'd fallen asleep.

I sat up, forcing my eyes open and gave it a minute for them to adjust. Based on the height of the sun in the sky, it must have been nearly noon. That was no surprise, considering the night I'd had.

When the need to squint to protect my eyes finally passed, I glanced down at the paper I'd found on my pillow. A note, written in someone's curling, elegant script, too ornate for me to make out a single word, no matter how long I stared at the letters. I'd had enough trouble reading printed books, and this looping handwriting was impossible to decipher. I didn't recognize who it belonged to, either.

I stood up and stretched, trying to get a sense of how severe the soreness in my muscles had gotten. Almost immediately after my feet hit the floor, Rhys's talons scraped desperately against my mind, nearly ripping down my shields in panic. My hand flew to my chest, the bond going taut. My stomach lurched.

The second my shields dropped, he said, Please let me know that you're alright. I'll leave you alone after if that's what you wish.

I froze in place, blinking in confusion. What are you talking about? Did something happen?

I felt you wake up. I know you saw my note.

Saw it, yes. But Rhys…I— I can't read.

Through the bond, I felt him go absolutely still. I couldn't help but think of Tamlin trying to be kind but still calling my illiteracy a shortcoming and the poem he'd made from the list of words I hadn't been able to read. Shame washed over me—back then, I'd been so willing to settle for scraps that I'd laughed instead of being properly outraged at a joke like that.

I should kill him for that.

Right. My shields were still down. I let out a long breath and leaned back against the bed. If Rhys had been here with me, I would have rolled my eyes; kidnapping was by far a bigger offense than a few jokes at my expense, but none of that was the point right now. I still wasn't even sure I wanted to see Tamlin dead, and if I did, I'd wield the ash dagger myself.

Just tell me what the note said.

When Rhys spoke next, his voice sounded small, even in my mind. I just wanted to know you were safe. And to apologize for whatever I'd done to upset you.

Sighing again, I ran a hand down my face. I hadn't considered what running off last night would look like to him, which had been nothing but stupid of me. I reached a mental hand out, curling it around one of his talons. There's nothing to apologize for because you haven't done anything wrong. And I'm perfectly fine.

The force of the relief on his side of the bond made me glad I was already leaning against the bed. Cauldron boil and fry me—I hadn't meant to make him panic.

This conversation should be continued face-to-face, and you're in danger of fainting from hunger. Breakfast?

I couldn't agree fast enough. I'd last eaten on Rhys's lap in Amarantha's throne room, and that hadn't been anything close to a meal—and it seemed like a lifetime ago now. So much had happened since then that I'd been able to ignore my stomach churning, but that was becoming impossible.

Rhys pulled out of my mind with a promise he'd be at the House of Wind in a few minutes. I took the time to wash up and change. As I pulled clothes from the dresser, I found myself assessing how well I'd be able to run and fight in them. Not that it mattered—though Mor had known me less than a day when she'd brought them, she'd understood I wouldn't wear anything I couldn't move freely in.

I slipped on the matching set that was the most in line with Night Court fashion: loose, high-waisted pants and a top with billowing sleeves gathered at the wrist, all made from lightweight peach-colored cloth. Every brush of the fabric against my skin was a reminder that I was back in Velaris. The silk slippers on my feet felt heavenly after all that time in work boots or barefoot on the stone floors Under the Mountain.

I was in the Night Court, and I was safe.

The bond uncoiled in my chest as I headed for the dining room and the distance between Rhys and me shortened. It was a subtle thing—we weren't that far from each other—but I felt an instinctual confirmation that it was the right direction.

And at the very least, we were long overdue to sit at a table and eat a proper meal together.

#feysand #feyre archeron #we said hello and your eyes look like coming home

[canonicallyobserving911]

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 11 is now available on AO3

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Currently 11 chapters completed: 296.3K Words Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 11 of one of Buck's and Eddie's conversations.

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He’s about to respond but he doesn’t get the chance since Eddie starts talking again.

“I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

Immediately, all the air gets sucked out of the room as the storm outside continues to rage just like the storm that’s happening between them inside.

Buck stands stock still at Eddie’s statement since all these years he’s hoped and dreamed Eddie was in love with him but he never allowed himself to believe it because he didn’t want his heartbroken.  His lungs feel like they’re deflating as his brain catches up to Eddie’s statement then he realizes Eddie said he “was” in love with him meaning it’s past tense like he’s not anymore and Buck doesn’t know what to do with that.  Now his chest is hurting because it feels like a boulder was just dropped onto it as his “Broken Heart Syndrome” returns with such force that it makes his knees buckle.  Even though he’s spiraling, he has enough presence of mind to prevent himself from falling.

Milliseconds turn into seconds and seconds into a minute while silence fills the space between them since neither of them attempts to move or speak.  The music on the TV is still playing but after Eddie’s last statement, blood is rushing past both of their ears which is preventing them from hearing Mariah Carey’s song “We Belong Together”.

As Mariah sings, “I couldn’t have fathomed that I would ever be without your love”, Eddie maintains eye contact with Buck and before he knows it, his mouth opens and he says the words he’s been wanting to say since April while they were standing in front of Marie’s grave.

“You broke my heart!  I was in love with you but you broke my heart.”  He bites his bottom lip and blinks several times in an attempt to blink away his tears.

What will Buck do next since Eddie said he broke his heart? 👀

💔 Will Buck leave or will he stay? 💔

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY! 

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Will be posted soon.

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[miloucomehome]

VIVANT EPISODE 7 THOUGHTS

(protip: never read the official episode titles from TB/S on T/Ver. Episode 7's could be considered a spoiler)

Wow. And wowowwow...

Pictured: Me finding yet more details I missed during the first two watchthroughs

Pictured 2: My reaction when I notice something brought up in this week's episode actually makes a statement/profile we saw a number of episodes ago look really suspicious.

First: Holy shit what the hell?! WHAT THE HELL NOGI?!

Second:

Kohinata, you're not off the hook! I don't remember which episode Kohinata's Nagano gets interrogated, but if I recall...didn't we learn that he was former JSDF? Isn't that what made him a prime suspect to Nozaki and Public Security? I kind of remember him saying how he left the forces...but wasn't he active in the 80s? We learned this week that Balka fell into civil war in 1983 and that Nogi Suguru (Nogi's dad) is reported dead in 1984 when he ends up dragged into the factional conflict. He did have a reaction when Nogi name-dropped Zayir/Zahir and Nogi F did go right up to his face and sniff him, stating he literally smelled "off"/suspicious.

(Kohinata always plays sus characters. I don't mind if in the end, it turns out he's just an old dude who wanted to hang out with a younger woman because his marriage is on the rocks, but MIU404, MOZU and even S1 of Emergency Interrogation Room set me up for years of doubt XDDD.)

Shinjo (gone from sus to maybe sus idk) brought up good points: why didn't Suguru communicate with Public Security in the 80s to tell them he was alive. I wonder if a flashback episode is around the corner...the late 70s to 80s seem like they might be really important. If Nozaki is in his 50s, then any older character we've seen could potentially be important a future flashback episode. If there's one planned.

Nozaki Mamoru = Canon gay lead? IN PRIMETIME JP SUNDAY NIGHT TV?!

(I'll take it. Even if they forget about it or reverse course)

One of the only pieces of good news in this episode--writers confirming, as much as jdrama will allow them to outside of a BL drama, that Nozaki is gay. Not only that but he had loved another man: Liu Mingxuan. (And that it seems like Liu liked him first before he noticed or wanted to commit but did? Maybe he was closeted back then and worried it could be used against him?)

Nozaki: Well, in your position, it's not like you can have a normal love life, can you? (pause) Nogi: Nozaki-san...? Nozaki: Yeah? Nogi: Could it be that you... Nozaki: (laughs) I'm sorry. I can't help but look [at you]. Nozaki: You look just like him. Nogi: I do? Nozaki: It's like I'm looking at the junior who I lovedーLiu Mingxuen. He was a colleague of mine when I worked as a liaison at the embassy in Beijing. Nogi: And I look like him? Nozaki: Yeah. But he's not in this world anymore...

I did find this part oddly curious? worrying?:

Nozaki: He worked so hard for me. He was serious and tried so hard to get me to like him. But because of that... (smile fades) I ended up going over the line during the interrogation <-- this part Nogi: So then...that's when...? Nozaki: If I had actually paid a little bit more attention to him, he wouldn't be dead. That, for me, is my one failure.

The part I "highlighted", the "I ended up going over the line during the interrogation" (other TLs welcome!) part, has me wondering...what happened. And when. He's jovial and charismatic, but Nozaki still is a state intelligence officer. What could've happened?

I'll also headcanon that Nozaki sharing his story about his last lover and how Nogi resembles him, is a roundabout way of confirming Nogi's question was maybe "Could it be that...you like me?".😇🙏

I don't watch BL dramas (because I simply don't know which ones are?), but I've seen the odd drama or two with vaguely-gay-but-we-won't-say characters (with some exceptions: Nigehaji, for example has three). The fact that so far Nozaki is older, has been in love, exudes life experience, and has a different personality and energy from the usual gay characters I've seen in jdrama, is something. He also cares. He's competent at his job. He comes off as really cool, too.

Also his wink is dangerous. I take 500,000+ pts in damage each time (thank you.).

I'm very inclined to believe that despite the increased frostiness and visible gradual distancing in their friendship (see: the last two episodes T_T)), Nozaki was being honest. I also would like to believe that Nogi's line to him later was somewhat reciprocal?

(I know we love to see Nozaki be all close to Nogi, but I'm actually also really enjoying the frostiness of their relationship and how they're both trying to maintain façades more than ever with each other--Nogi as he tries to deceive Nozaki more and Nozaki as he tries to act as he always has despite the very significant information he's been learning about Nogi's true identity)

But as much as I'm inclined to believe his story, jdramas have the ability to betray and I'm steeling myself ahaha.

Nogi's cryptic message to Nozaki on the plane

I totally misread this scene at first as an "end of relationship" moment...but I later felt it was a compliment...then a potential coded message? Jdrama detectives on twitter think it may have been purposefully cryptic/metaphorical as a message to Nozaki, even planting a kind of signal to him--"if something goes wrong, watch for my signals" or something. (Among so many other possibilities)

But it also felt...affectionate? Nogi gently placing his hand on top of Nozaki's and gently clasping(?) it before talking to him felt genuinely kind. The slow letting go of his hand felt, sad almost?

The first idiom used is apparently quite old (1800s) and together with the second half reads:

あなたは鶏群の一鶴、眼光紙背に徹す

(For the sake of keeping it cryptic and rare-sounding, following the proposed definitions in the dictionary):

"You are a great figure among men; one who is able to read between the lines"

Literally (extra deep?):

You are a singular crane among a flock of ducklings chickens, able to read between the lines

Given how later the tracker Nogi removed and placed in some kind of signal blocking pouch, is reactivated and leads Nozaki, Chenggis and his officers to the site with the unconscious/dead Vostania members...Nozaki notices the "calling card" left by Nogi too before he receives a message that really catches his attention. I wonder if in that moment Nozaki's ability to "read between the lines" and grasp at the deeper meaning behind the evidence he finds kicks in.

I also feel like Nogi F realizes that he can trust Nozaki? Or at least that he believes he's exceptional and intelligent?

(I also believe that Nogi F was the one talking to Nozaki during that scene. Sorry Yuusuke! XD)

Now...my most recent "AFHDSKJHFSD AAAH" and "HMM 🤔🤔🤔🤔" discovery--

6 BEPPAN BODYCAMS BUT ONLY 5 ARE NAMED ON THE SCREEN IN THE CONTROL ROOM!!!

The most recent find--

The members of Beppan chosen for the Vostania-Tent meetup interception mission that were all gunned down by Nogi all had their bodycams named...except for Nogi's. That's such a strange thing to overlook.

Not only that, but weren't they all wearing bulletproof vests? Were the bullets in Nokor's gun for piercing bulletproof vests? I don't think the 6 willingly would go into danger without their vests...

COPIUM: Nogi and the Commander are in on it. This is their operation. Nogi didn't betray Beppan. Commander Sakurai's reaction may have been because of Nogi's methods and/or who was shot. If any of the 4 survived, it'll be interesting to find out what they think... (I think that...maybe each group in this series will have traitors of different kinds in their midst? Or maybe we learn about other members of Public Security, Beppan or Tent that neither of the revealed agents of either group are aware of?)

EDIT: THIS GUY LIVES! (credit to the fans in the VIVANT thoughts tag on Twitter) In the "Next Arc" trailer when ep 3 ended, they show Kumagai's actor, Nishiyama Jun, in hospital robes:

Now I'm extra curious. If the others are dead and only Kumagai and Kurosu live (please live), then maybe the Commander and Nogi suspected someone among them was a mole?

Sam is also in that trailer (earlier video?) maybe that wasn't him in episode 5 hahahahaha (denial)

H*rry P*tter -- Nozaki the geek

I made another post about this, but the HP reference and DVD set drop is actually likely really important, I think. I really do believe it's to find a subtle way to keep Drum by Jamine's side and keep watch over her (whether for Public Security or because his intuition is going wild and he's worried for her safety) The post is here and in summary, my realization is that his words to Drum as they leave Jamine's hospital room has me thinking he's setting Drum up to keep near-continuous watch of her later on!

Nozaki : Alright then Drum, let's go grab a bite to eat. Drum: 😄😄😄!!! Nozaki : See you, Nogi Nogi: (nods, smiling) Nozaki (as he leaves Jamine's hospital room with Drum): Oh yeah, that's right, there's no Mongolian [version]— Make sure you translate it properly for her [while she watches], alright?

Also, for real though, I'd like to believe that during happier times for everyone in that franchise's boom, Nozaki was definitely a fan and did the midnight lineups and dressed up with his buddies (or relatives?) for the movies and books. If he's not using a ruse, my headcanon is that he's been able to enjoy life in some ways and indulge in some hobbies.

(Also: If I were to romanize スネイプ社, it'd be using Mongolian Cyrillic romanization. "Snape Co." is too awkward lol and from what small research into Mongolian I've done, "sna" will not produce the same sound as it does in English. Maybe Snép? Snaype? Snaïp?? Snêip??? Snayipp??)

Is this is a hint that he's going to act as a double spy...?

I'm excited and scared to see how Nokor and Nogi will face off. Nino's delivery of the line "Hey there, brother of mine" was menacing in the episode 8 preview. (I'm only familiar with Matsumoto Jun's acting in 99,0%)

I wonder what Nozaki received on his phone. And poor Kurosu...he's living up to the kanji associated to him in the early promo cast announcement teaser of 信頼 (shinrai - trust, faith), but it's getting thrown back in his face in the worst way by this apparent(??) betrayal by Nogi?? I feel awful for Kurosu--he put a lot of faith in Nogi believing this betrayal, the capture, and the injuries, were all part of his plan...when apparently they're not. I want to go back in time to this moment:

I wonder if each character's kanji words will mean they'll each come face to face with that crashing down on them. Kurosu is sure to trust Nogi less, if at all, if it turns out this was all part of some bigger plan....maybe? A bit of a "One must fall before they can come back stronger" type of theme? (I wonder how Kurosu ended up partnered up with Nogi?) I'm still so sad over his "This is all part of the operation, right?" and "You did this because it's part of the plan, right?"....Kurosu really trusted Nogi.

To end (Because I could go on for a while I think)---

Nozaki and his "Oh wow oh no this sucks. It would've been great if someone had stuck another tracking device on Nogi somehow without him noticing, eh?" pose (Chenggis, meanwhile: $@%#!$#!%):

Chenggis being cute. CHENGGIS BEING CUTE??

Wink = 5,000,000pt damage

Thanks for reading to the end. Sorry if my thoughts were all over the place--I made a draft of this on Monday and meant to post it but was out in the evening and came home and was too tired XD;;.

#vivant #vivant spoilers #jdrama #sorry for all the screenshots #lots of thoughts #this series is so fun and exciting and keeps me on my toes so much #i love it #also: yeahhhhh nozaki!! #also: hahaha i put a lot of nozaki screenshots here oh nooo lol #vivant drama

[emmedoesntdomath]

for your consideration:

what if davey and katherine were friends before livesies events? like i feel like they would get along well, maybe they went to school together when they were younger, sort of grew apart, and then became friends again via the stike?

and what if when jack and kath got together it made davey really jealous bc like ‘thats my friend and thats my crush’ blah blah blah

and when they break up he’s secretly v happy even before he and jack get together?

like he’s still friends w/ her and all but it makes him even more bitter

CONSIDERING AND APPRECIATING 

okay, so, we know me, I have no chill which means I’m going to amend/expand your statement just a tad for historical accuracy purposes (shocking, I know). 

instead of going to school together, I think esther jacobs, who is canonically a seamstress, could have been the pulitzers’ personal tailor for a time. it would have been pretty early in their childhood, probably, and while she was working, a tiny katherine would sneak off to play with a young sarah jacobs and her little brother, david, who weren’t technically supposed to be there, but the kitchen staff adored them, so they could be found quietly reading and munching on old bread. they were friends in the way that most children are friends; not in a way that encourages lasting relationships, but momentary fun and laughter that will fade as the years pass. 

when esther jacobs was let go after two, three years, david and sarah jacobs never came back to the pulitzers, and never heard from the little girl with the swinging brown curls, tied up with a pretty bow. 

but then david became davey, and davey was best friends with jack, and suddenly- poof! enter katherine plumber pulitzer, stage left. 

davey is, of course, thrilled to see her. fortunately, so is jack. he starts talking to katherine, becoming friends, and davey’s nothing but pleased. but talking turned flirting with katherine, making her smile, making her laugh, and davey can’t seem to make himself pleased about it anymore. his friend is back, and his heart is waltzing out the door at the same tempo. 

they begin dating, and davey’s trying, he is, he swears he is, but he hates it. he hates jack, he hates katherine, he hates himself for feeling this way. there is something wrong with him, he knows it, but he doesn’t know how to fix it. he wishes she had never come back, he wishes he still had his best friend, he wishes that everything would just. stop. 

they break up, and davey’s heart leaps  

he hates himself for that, too. 

everything goes back to normal, but not really, and it’s better. jack’s eyes go from angry to happy again, and katherine seems to be perfectly content with sarah. davey feels like he exhales for the first time in decades. 

they kiss. he and jack. it’s everything. 

and davey’s little world comes full circle, in a way. katherine. sarah. jack. he’s happy, so happy. 

and yet…a tiny voice in the back of his mind hums insistently, reminding him that he was second, second to katherine.

the circle closes, keeps spinning, and david jacobs is along for the ride. his heart is full, there is a grin on his face, and the voice in his mind whispers again and again. still. it’s enough. 

he wishes it is. 

#oh look at that #i’m in love #newsies #92sies #uksies #livesies #jack kelly #francis sullivan #jack kelly newsies #jack x davey #javid #javey #javey newsies #davey jacobs #david jacobs #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #katherine x sarah #emme’s bad ideas

[thatbrokenpromise]

I am posting this before I fiddle with it more and lose my goddamn mind: The Zelda Timeline, as I am using it for this Link's Meet 'verse.

Text description/summary under the cut as best I can do with how complex this is, but in brief this maps out the timeline order of events, languages, scripts, which events happen in which timeline, and mutual intelligibility.

The top portion is the "Origins" section, coloured green, and includes the entries: The First Hero Skyward Sword The First Hero of the Four Sword Minish Cap Four Sword

The First Hero of the Four Sword is marked as a separate language, because in this work he's Picori, so he speaks the Picori language not a version of Hylian.

The First Hero and Skyward Sword speak similar language, but not the same; Skyward Sword and Minish Cap era would also be similar, but some difficulty understanding eg. Spanish and Portuguese or Spanish and French degrees of separation.

Ocarina of Time is marked out separately as the spoke from which the rest branch off. It's of limited comprehension with Twilight Princess, Link to the Past, and Minish Cap, and none with Wind Waker.

In Adult Timeline, coloured blue (right hand side), there is: Wind Waker Phantom Hourglass Spirit Tracks

Linguistically, this section is isolated in every respect except for the script. Phantom Hourglass and Spirit Tracks are isolated languages (which absolutely can happen while using the same script), and Wind Waker lost the language in common use in Ocarina of Time and therefore has no comprehension going backwards or across to Twilight Princess or Link to the Past, despite similar degrees of remove in time.

In Child Timeline, coloured yellow (center), there is: Majora's Mask Twilight Princess Four Swords Adventures Hyrule Warriors

Linguistically, this section is a gradient, disregarding Majora's Mask which gets a separate language tag bc it's not Hyrule. Twilight Princess is of limited comprehension to Ocarina of Time and Four Swords Adventures, but likely is unintelligible to Minish Cap and Hyrule Warriors and vice versa. In every instance, each entry on an orange line gets progressively less similar the more points you move away from the origin.

In Downfall Timeline, coloured red, there is: Rauru & Sonia's Hyrule Link to the Past Oracle of Ages (purple) Link's Awakening (purple) Oracle of Seasons (purple) Link Between Worlds Tri Force Heroes (purple) The First Calamity Legend of Zelda Adventure of Link Age of Calamity Breath of the Wild Tears of the Kingdom

Let me start with the BOTW/TOTK question. "10,000 Years" is the kind of statement that places the story in mythic history: whatever accurate information it may have, the time period is not necessarily one of them. As such, I match the Imprisoning War to the war referenced in LttP, and the FIrst Calamity to Hyrule's "Golden Age" post LbW and before LOZ, matching it up by a few generations to the original time period of AOL's Zelda.

Several locations here are not in Hyrule, and therefore get the purple marker for separate languages; several others are close enough in time to be considered the same language. LOZ/AOL and BOTW/TOTK are canonically less than ten years apart; LttP and LbW are presented as similar enough maps and worlds that it's likely been a century or less different. Similarly, due to the time periods likely matching up, LttP and LbW are comprehensible with TP , OoT, and FSA but not with HW and neither is LOZ/AOL. Finally, I consider the time period gap between LOZ/AOL and BOTW/TOTK to be signficant enough to render it incomprehensible, in much the same way OoT and WW are.

Other Language Matters:

Because several of my Links use sign language, I made notes about who, in what era, was using different ones. Because the notes are primarily for art purposes, I gave them as glossed entries, which is to say when I draw Kokiri signing, he will be using ASL as a stand in for Gerudo sign language; then I draw Prince or Rabbit signing, they will be using BSL for Hylian sign language. When I draw Hateno signing, it will be AUSLAN, which is derived from BSL (whereas ASL is derived from French Sign Language and therefore is not related.) This is not meant as an exhaustive list, but only as notes of the ones I have decided on.

With regards to the script notes, it is absolutely possible for them to both come and go in that way and to cross time periods. Marked are:

Ocarina of Time Hylian Ancient Hylian, as of WW Gerudo Script Twilight Princess Hylian Skyward Sword Hylian Link Between Worlds Hylian Ancient Sheikah script, as of Breath of the Wild Zonai script

I may or may not attempt to do something with the unintelligible scripts of LttP, LA, and HW but for now this is the extent of my decisions about timelines and languages going on! This will be relevant, to some extent, to who can read each other's writing.

#Zelda Timeline meta #Zelda AU #my Linkverse #That Broken Promise #my art #yes I drew all of that freehand #including the handwriting #Post Its and String jokes #LOZ

[sammysamstuff]

Ok but couldn’t Hannibal just love Will for he was? Why did he do the therapy and kept trying to force Will to kill and to become? Will’s becoming Hannibal kept trying to make him a killer why couldn’t he just love and accept Will for who he was? Why could he only love Will if Will killed with him abd became his murder husband or whatever

Hiya. With all due respect, there’s a few incorrect assumptions on your end. Let me try and clarify - I’ll provide canon examples further down:

1) Hannibal never turned Will into a killer - Will was already a killer, and enjoyed the sensations that it brought him. Hannibal simply helps him understand and accept that. With that understanding came Will’s change, his own acceptance of his dark nature.

Canon makes Will’s killing instinct and darkness very clear in various instances and to other characters also, not just Hannibal: for example, the FBI turned down Will’s application due to his unstable nature, he didn’t pass the psychological tests needed to become an agent. Alana had never felt comfortable being alone in a room with Will, she knew something was going on with him. Freddie Lounds was right about Will literally from day 1 - she’s annoying as hell, but she was right.

There was always something off with Will’s mind and personality and it was obvious to others too, not just Hannibal.

2) Hannibal absolutely loves and worships Will for who he is. The only thing is, Will Graham was faking a whole persona for a long time, wearing a mask until he met Hannibal and started therapy. It’s with Hannibal that Will finally drops the person suit and fully reveals his true self: a cold-blooded killer. So it’s not that Hannibal didn’t love the “Episode 1 Will Graham”, he did! Like Mads Mikkelsen said so himself, it was love at first sight for Hannibal. The only problem is,“Episode 1 Will Graham” is not the real Will Graham. It’s a mask, a person suit.

Here’s 4 examples that come to mind where we see the unveiling of the “true Will Graham”:

1st meeting at Jack’s office

When Hannibal meets Will for the 1st time in Jack’s office, it’s quite clear to him from a psychiatric POV that Will Graham is a) not comfortable in his own skin; b) is incorporating a persona “autistic-like, hostile, introverted, avoiding eye contact” to keep people away and to keep his own dark nature hidden; c) Will Graham lives in fear, he’s afraid of his own empathy- like Hannibal said Will’s mind is “shocked at the associations”. Upon meeting Will only once, Hannibal immediately understands that Will is ACTIVELY hiding his true self behind a façade - Hannibal detects a killer, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, Will just doesn’t know it yet, or doesn’t accept it yet. Hannibal read him like a book, which angered Will and made him storm out of Jack’s office “you won’t like it when I’m psychoanalysed”.

2nd meeting - breakfast at the motel/Will kills Hobbs

Sparked by love and curiosity, Hannibal pursued Will by bringing him breakfast and volunteering to go with him to investigate the Shrike case, which leads to Hobbs’ being killed by Will (all in a day’s work 😂). Upon meeting Will only a 2nd time, Hannibal promptly stated that he sees Will’s true nature: “you’re the mongoose I want under the house when the snake slithers by”. Criticise Hannibal however you like, but he’s a damn good shrink: again Will is caught off guard by the accuracy of Hannibal’s statement about him. Shortly after, when they meet Hobbs, Will brutally kills him. Later in therapy, Will tells Hannibal “I don’t consider Hobbs my victim, I consider him dead” and “I liked killing Hobbs”. So it’s with Hannibal that Will feels comfortable enough, for the 1st time in his life, to start openly unveiling his true personality and how he really feels about killing people.

Killing Randall Tier

When Hannibal is bandaging his hands after killing Randall Tier, Will confessed to him: “I’ve never felt as alive as I did when I was killing him”. It doesn’t get any more honest than this.

Dinner with Chiyoh at Lecter Castle

During dinner with Chiyoh and upon meeting her for the 1st time too, which is so interesting, Will is very clear and honest about his relationship with Hannibal and his own self-awareness: “I’ve never known myself, as well as I know myself, when I’m with him”. Will is confessing that before meeting Hannibal, he’s never known himself. Ever. How powerful and absolutely beautiful is that confession??? In his 30-something years of life, Will Graham has never known who he really was. He does now. It was Hannibal presence in his life that allowed that self-knowledge.

Conclusion:

Throughout the show, we start learning that Will is indeed a killer, that’s his true nature, he likes the power that comes with it and the violence, but he’s conflicted about it. Hannibal’s goal is simply to help Will embrace who he really is, not turn him into something he’s not. Will also corroborates that Hannibal is the one who fully understands him and the person who allowed his own self-knowledge.

Hannibal loves the real Will Graham, in all his glory, he’s only ever wanted to love the real person, not the person suit, not the mask. That’s the difference. The same way that Will Graham loves Hannibal Lecter the Chesapeake Ripper, not Dr Lecter, the person suit.

#hannigram #anonymous ask #meta #ask #hannigram ask #hannibal ask #ask response #hannibal

[wixelt]

Just occurred to me that durring Andrias' early attempts at getting Mumbo to give him principles to build off of interdimensional travel, when Grian arrives and listening to the conversations, he probably suggests 'building another son.'

Andrias thinks he means sun at first, as in Grian thought producing another star would help somehow, but as the conversation went on it became clear they meant an AI connected to an interdimensional hivemind capable of rending holes in spacetime.

That considered its programmer and constructor it's 'fathers'

The idea was quickly challenged by False then immediately vetoed wholesale right after.

Andrias learns that Mumbo is fully capable of building and programming technological singularities on the final step of their evolution but doesn't know how he gave the thing the ability to tear rifts in between realities.

As it turns out, Grian has also built sentient robots in the past but only got them to such a level when copying Mumbo's design.

These, it would turn out, are not isolated incidents. Hermits will tend to build fully sentient AI by accident often, to say nothing for on purpose.

Andrias now realized something that failed to occur to him when Mumbo recreated the core and made it into a storage system.

The fact that he could tell just how the core worked but couldn't remember even encountering the thing.

And yet. And yet.

The more hermits he met, the clearer it was the hermits used bows and swords and tridents for combat. Their most advanced options for combat were canons or a crossbow loaded with fireworks. Technically they could build flying machines that destroyed massive swathes of land, but those were slow and took time to set up, on top of devestating what was being faight for. Technically they could build machines that halted time, but those are no-win devices.

Andrias glimpsed a picture of a multiversal culture ironically so advanced that honorable combat was the only way for them to do combat and not destroy themselves. His saving grace was he faced a culture so advanced its potential for war collapsed under the wheel of progress and the principal of mutually assured destruction long ago.

Canon. :D

Have some of my thoughts on this anyway, though.

-----------

"Why don't we just build another son?"

Andrias had to mentally pause & reboot on hearing those words. Even coming from a Hermit, they were a non-sequiter, & the way Mumbo took this statement from the newcomer - Grian - as if it were the most sensible thing in the world didn't exactly help.

Son, though. Not sun. Only mildly more sensible, but still absurd all the same. Hell of a first impression to have of the Chaos in Red.

Still.

Grumbo AI child.

Hive mind Grumbo AI child.

Dimensional rift tearing hive mind Grumbo AI child.

Andrias was instantly intrigued, & had already started running numbers on how long it'd take him to coax Grian & Mumbo into helping build such a device under Core control...

...and then False Symmetry had to come in & ruin everything.

The way the blonde's eyes bulged in long suppressed panic at the very mention of building another Grumbot would've been downright comical if her yelling in disbelief hadn't ruined his plans. With the way Mumbo & Grian abruptly winced & apologized - remembering the same past trauma False was still deeply burdened by - Andrias knew commissioning an AI from the pair was off the table, even with Marcy’s eyes having lit up at the prospect.

For now, at least. He still had time to nudge things in his favor.

In the meantime, this had opened up a whole meaty can of technological worms he really should've seen coming.

If the Hermits were intuitively capable of such advanced feats as true AI, dimensional rift tearing & temporal anchoring, but were making light of it to the point of occasionally creating these things without even understanding how (sometimes able to replicate tech with only an unconscious glance - thankfully Mumbo's "Core" lacked any uploaded minds)... he's due both a massive headache & an entire new round of scheming once its passed.

Now if only their insistence on doing most combat "the reasonable way" - by Hermit standards, at least - to save disaster wasn't so irritatingly ingrained, or he might be making more progress on tricking them into advancing Newtopia's tech base.

Maybe its for the best, though. A Hermit faction in a genuine wartime advancement mindset might be something he ought to avoid...

#hermitphibia au #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft au #amphibia #amphibia au #amphibia andrias #andrias leviathan #mumbojumbo #grian #falsesymmetry #grumbot #amphibia core #Marcy wu

[fictiveflowers]

do you have opinions about jk rowling

Thank you for reaching out and asking about my opinions on JkRowling, i dont think my opinion will please everyone and thats okay, we all have differeing opinions, my stance will always be about advocating for the trans and minority communities.

I believe in the power of storytelling and the ability of literature to touch the hearts and minds of readers.its is undeniable that Hp has had a profound impact on the lives of many people, including myself.but the fans have honetsly taken the storey, the characters and the back storeys to a hight that one person couldn't.Most of the things enjoy and engage in hp wise is fan created, the amazing oc's representing minorities not seen in canon being one of them.

However, it is important to acknowledge the concerns and criticisms that have been raised about JkRowlings personal views and statements people have found her comments hurtful, which they in my opinion, where, they where hurtful and invalidating to people with no agenda but living life as themselfs, its crucial to listen to and validate these voices,it fosters an environment of inclusivity and understanding

So far I've alread had one anonymous ask telling me to go and k#ll myself, another making a derogatory comment about my personal home situation, these all where sent very shortly after I made a tumblr intro for Merlin, Dr who, Tolkien , marvel and hp fic writing communities, the intro also made note that my tumblr is a safe space for anyone except transphobes ect, but it seems having hp there was enough to garner abuse, when I as an individual do not support hate or have inflicted any.

It's disheartening to see as a newly posting writer here, that people resort to making hurtful statements, especially where anonymity can embolden individuals to behave in ways they wouldn't in person.

They are a reflection of the individuals who made them and their inability to express their opinions respectfully. And obviously they are passionate about targeted minority groups and making sure they are respected, which is vital for a healthy society, as is free speech, they only way we can grow and fix issues such as hate speech, is if we can see why and where its coming from, otherwise everyone goes into hiding and the issue festers.

When it comes to understanding why people may express extreme such abuse, i always try to consider the complex nature of human behavior. At first I'm hurt and them i remember, Fear, offence, ignorance, and a resistance to change can often lead people to react in ways that are hurtful or offensive. Its important to approach these situations with empathy and a willingness to engage in constructive dialogue, even when faced with opposing beliefs

Ultmately, as a writer and a person, I strive to promote inclusivity, respect, and understanding

I do not harbor hate towards anyone, even those who say bigoted things, i hate what they say, but i dont want to hate anyone, my life is so fleeting, i have lived through too much hate in my short life to know it doesn't help the core issues, Instead I believe in the power of education, openmindedness, and empathy to challenge misconceptions and foster a more accepting society. Every individual has the right to live authentically and without judgment,and it is our responsibility to create spaces that allow forthat.

I do appreciate your question about J.K. Rowling, and I hope that me appreciating fan made work isnt too devisive. And i will say again my tumblr is a safe space for LGBTQ PLUS individuals, its a mainly about writing progress,(lack of) and my wip rants.

🌼🌻🏵️💮🌺🏵️💮🌼🌻🏵️💮🌼🌻🌺

#Sorry for the rant and typos #im a mess #writeblr #anon #fanfiction

[icedteaandoldlace]

🥑🥤❄️🧩🧃 for the writers game >:3

🥑 ⇢ You accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

All I know is it WON'T be @kittehexpress. She's already made it abundantly clear she will hide bodies for no one! 😂

🥤 ⇢ Recommend an author or fanfic you love

I know I recommend @orangesunsets12's Avalanche a lot...but I'm gonna do it again. It really is one of the best fics ever. It's just...it's got everything. It's fantastic. I love it.

❄️ ⇢ What's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Team Citizen Charlie's Angels AU. I have something in the works that kiiiiiiiiiind of fits that vibe, but not quite. Also, anything Team Citizen related with Linda as a member. I think they'd all work great together, and I'd love to see it happen. I'd also really love an AU that's mostly canon compliant and set in a middle/later season, but Ronnie's been alive and part of the Team Flash Family the whole time. I hadn't really given any thought to who I would want to read these kinds of fics by, but the first person to come to my mind is @kitkatt0430, who has a good handle on everyone's personalities and a really enjoyable writing style (I'm not dropping hints here, just making a statement—don't feel pressured to do anything about it 😅).

🧩 ⇢ What will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Not counting the things I won't click into in the first place here, no paragraph breaks is a big one. Death-panic-midnight writing is another. Y'know, when everything is SO DRAMATIC!!!! so early into a fic. Overuse of epithets and dramatic speech signifiers, or someone bursting into tears with no build up to it, so instead of feeling the emotions™️ with the characters, you're just overwhelmed because So Much Is Happening Right Now, and you don't even know what room everyone's in, or why character A is suddenly "roaring" at character B for what sounded like a reasonable question. Like, ease me into it or have the central character feel as bewildered as I do about what in heck is going on here.

🧃 ⇢ Share some personal lore you never posted about before

So when I was little (maybe 4 or 5), my family went out to a fancy restaurant, or at least what I considered to be fancy at the time. I don't remember the event that preceded it, but considering we were in a different town and with a big group of people from church, it was probably either a revival or choir tour (or, come to think of it, that might've been the night we saw the Gaithers in concert). It was a fun night out for the adults, but for us kids, it was tedious (the food was good, though, when it finally came out).

At some point, my older brother started entertaining himself with what little resources he had at the table. He got some paper, which might have been napkins or might have been a kids' menu, and folded it into a shape resembling a paper airplane, and poured some pepper into the groove down the middle. After getting me to look his way, he blew through his paper creation and sent pepper flying—right into my eyes.

He realized a split second too late that he'd fucked up when I started screaming and crying, getting everyone's attention at the table, and probably the whole restaurant. In the back of my mind—the part that wasn't overwhelmed by how badly my eyes stung—I was a little worried that my mom would be mad because I was being loud in a restaurant, and I would have to explain what happened. But of course, when you're screaming because you have pepper in your eyes and you can't even open them for how bad it hurts, it's obvious to everyone around you that something is wrong.

My mom very quickly led me into the bathroom, where she took me to the sink and started flushing the pepper out of my eyes, and it was the biggest relief when the pain started to fade and I could stand to open my eyes again. Everything was a little blurry at first, but that issue resolved itself soon enough.

My brother had to apologize, which he did profusely, because he didn't know that blowing pepper in my face was gonna do that, and my dad chewed him out, told him that he could have blinded me, and made him walk around with his eyes closed for a little while after we got home so he would "know what it's like to be blind" (not really the most accurate thing, but he made his point).

#ask #frosty-the-killer-doll #writer truth or dare #my family

[monsterkissed]

You said you liked to share BNGN trivia, so you got any tidbits?

some assorted trivialities (spoilers for a fanfic up to the latest chapter):

the fic was originally envisioned (and partly written) as a series of drabbles! if i had kept that going, it would currently be 5,376 drabbles long.

tiramisu was written into the outline entirely as bait/tribute to my partners, who are big siamese fans. she is now the most popular oc i have ever made for anything. i considered writing an origin story fic for her back when there was a jjba oc zine in the works, but it fell thru and now it only lives in my head. it involves multiple murders : )

bngn is not phf-compliant bc i did not want to read it. to make up for this i promise to find other horrible things for fugo to go through instead <3

probably not news to anyone by this point but here is some explicit confirmation: the first prologue that opens the fic is not about doppio

there are so many cases of foreshadowing in the form of jokes or joke-adjacent statements at this point that i cannot actually remember them all. if you see me make a silly comment in this fic there is at least a 20% chance it's actually a very sneaky mean comment hiding behind the linear progression of time

when i first drafted the outline act 3 was much much shorter and had a few drastic differences. one of these was that polnareff (or at least one of him) would have survived to support the gang much as he does in the original VA, but i could not think of anything fun for him to do that didn't detract from everything else, or at least nothing more fun than the inexplicable spectacle of two dead polnareffs after all of the build-up towards him. rip, rip.

speaking of fun: i wanted to have every major character get at least one really cool moment, regardless of how central they were to the story. i didn't want anyone to feel like you could cut them out completely and it wouldn't matter, i wanted to keep that ensemble feel of VA and give everyone room to affect the story in important ways, even if the fic still obviously has its focusses. of the ones i've published so far, i think i like mista's intervention in the Trish & Dop vs Fugo fight best out of those moments because i just had so much fun writing and visualising it and he felt like a natural fit to provoke fugo's own position in the story as a person fixated on the objective facts (which he was canonically Not Wrong about, in terms of sticking with bruno being a dubious plan for anyone fond of staying alive) to face off against someone who operates more on vibes and rolling the dice.

way back in the depths of drabble-draft the flashbacks were going to occur chronologically, followed by the present day stuff. but as i became aware that this was growing into something i realised that this would be stitching two pretty drastically different fics together back to back, and decided instead to use the current format. in theory this was purely going to allow me to show doppio's relationship with diavolo alongside his absence from him, so we can see simultaneously why he values and misses him so much and what he's becoming without him. in practice it led to a bunch of smaller changes that built up into, among other things, the premise of the entire canon divergence. technically, all of the flashbacks in act 1 and 2 "take place" during ch. 30. there is an implication to this that so far nobody has commented on ;)

i spent an amount of time researching macdonalds in italy that i will never ever get back

speaking of researching things that don't matter to anyone but me: everywhere a major scene happens is based on a specific spot i hand-picked on google maps. i roamed a lot of italian countryside via satellite trying to find the Exact kind of big, ugly, concrete-floored farm i had in mind for the first secco fight

technically this fic (or at least the extended universe around it) has sorbet and gelato VA-style origin stories to go with their fanstands (which i had a lot of fun with, workshopping around ideas for things that would make for excellent and suitably juicy assassination tools but vulnerable in a stand vs stand battle). much like tiramisu, so does my second stand-using oc brodo (who also cameos in 'I Think We're Alone Now', because skulking around trying not to be noticed is his speciality) the third, katarina, is only mostly goncharov-inspired, and Heart of Glass was originally going to be one of the chapter titles for this fic. another song with a very similar title still will be!

i had no intention of narancia being as big a presence in the fic as he was, but the longer i wrote the more i realised that he's just too fun to put in a room with doppio. the scene where he accepts the truth made me feel genuinely like a bit of a horrible person because i'd enjoyed building up their friendship so much and it was one of those chapters where i knew Exactly what the character would want to do and exactly why it would be the thing that would hurt them the most.

when i was hammering out the outline for what would become this fic an artist i had been following released a song that i put on in the background while i wrote, and then stopped writing and went back to listen to it properly twelve or thirteen times because it was eerily vibing perfectly with some of the themes i had been kicking around in my head trying to make something out of. it put a few seeds in my head in the way that some things serendipitously do, so much so that i almost named the whole fic after it. in the end, i decided to affix it to just one chapter where i felt it would best set the tone for the imminent descent to come. that chapter would be chapter thirty-eight.

[zhakyria]

So, writing has been slow, mostly because of the whole "where do I go and how do I write this" but I have been working on a few other snippets for other parts of the Cimarron AU.

I've determined that the Cimarron AU is basically a purgatory of sorts. It involves mostly SW Villains - usually my favorites, and a few extras that shouldn't really be there but somehow are. (I actually have a lore reason for this!)

For a brief overview - the Character dies and wakes up on a train to Cimarron, a small frontier town on a unnamed Wild Space world that is fairly disconnected from the rest of the galaxy. They have no memories accept for their death (usually), they do know their name, they still have access to much of their personality and knowledge they just don't have the context. They are called Ghosts by the locals because they only arrive on the Midnight Train and though they can take injury and illness like most people, they do not seem to age, and they cannot leave the area.

Most have come to consider it a second chance of sorts. Below the cut is one such snippet that I worked on last night. For when Thrawn arrives in town. In this AU Thrawn dies after Eli. Eli dies during the Ascendancy/Hegemony war, in the same manner as he described near the end of Thrawn: Treason.

“It was a suicide mission. In an effort to take an enemy down with us, I loaded an escape pod with as much explosives as I could, waited until it had been taken aboard the attacking warship, and then detonated the explosives.”

Thrawn's death memory however is fragmented, and almost seems to be multiple deaths with the 3rd one being the most shrouded (mostly because in Canon he hasn't been killed yet).

“Mitth’raw’nuruodo?”

That was his name, though it hadn’t been pronounced correctly. Still, it did feel odd to hear it, like it hadn’t been spoken in his presence in a very long time. Thrawn opened his eyes to find a human wearing an olive green Conductor’s uniform standing in the aisle next to where he sat. 

“Thrawn.”

“Pardon?”

“I would prefer if you called me Thrawn.”

“Of course. Thrawn. This is your stop.” The Conductor motioned towards the exit. 

Thrawn looked out the window briefly. It was dark out but he could see that they had stopped at a small frontier town. Though he didn’t know why or how he’d come to be here. His mind was blank, bereft of any memories of his past.

Yet something beckoned him forward. He rose to his feet, feeling a twinge of pain ripple through him, a tightening of his chest, and shortness of breath. He waited until his breathing returned to normal and then followed the Conductor to the exit. 

The depot was bathed in soft light. The temperature was warm but not unpleasantly so. Crickets were quietly chirping and oddly familiar music drifted in on the breeze. 

A man leaned against one of the pillars. His dark eyes were bright and he watched Thrawn step off the train with a curious expression; his easy smile causing faint lines to appear around his eyes. “So, you are Mitth’raw’nuruodo.”

It was a statement, not a question. Thrawn blinked. The man not only said his name correctly, but spoke Cheunh. The lilt of his accent made the language more melodic than usual. Like his name, he hadn’t heard the language of his people in what felt like a lifetime. He nodded and asked, “How did you come to speak Cheunh?”

The man shrugged. “It’s just something I know, I guess.” Then he stood up straight, and bowed. “I am Eli’van’to. I welcome you to Cimarron.” Eli paused and a brief expression of confusion passed across his face, before turning into a nervous smile. He rubbed the back of his neck and didn’t meet Thrawn’s eyes. “Eli is fine though. Honestly, not sure why I introduced myself like that.”

Eli was still speaking Cheunh and the bow was a common Chiss form of greeting. Something pulled at the edges of Thrawn’s mind. Like a shadow in his periphery but when he tried to examine it, it disappeared, and left a headache in its wake.

“You speak the language well.”

Heat flushed Eli’s cheeks and he nodded in acknowledgement.

* * *

Based on his own experience, Eli suspected he knew what Thrawn was going through, yet the Chiss continued to hold himself confidently, and he betrayed very little surprise at Eli’s use of Cheunh. Yet there had been surprise, Eli recognized the slight widening of the eyes. In fact, every micro expression Thrawn made felt familiar in a way that Eli couldn’t put a finger on. 

He also had a sudden reminder to carry pain inhibitors - a very specific type of pain inhibitors actually, though he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was an old habit he once had? The lack of memories always made discovering old habits or knowledge unnerving. Everything lacked context and history. It always left him wanting more information, wanting to somehow regain his memories and figure out what was going on. 

#cimarron au #star wars #thranto #thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #eli vanto #lore discussion #work in progress #feature creep for writing #i just keep adding more things i want to write

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Buddie: Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Chapter 11 is now available on AO3.

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Chapter 11 Summary: A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Currently 11 chapters completed: 296.3K Words Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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Here's more from Chapter 11 of Buck's and Eddie's conversation argument.

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He’s about to respond but he doesn’t get the chance since Eddie starts talking again.

“I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

Immediately, all the air gets sucked out of the room as the storm outside continues to rage just like the storm that’s happening between them inside.

Buck stands stock still at Eddie’s statement since all these years he’s hoped and dreamed Eddie was in love with him but he never allowed himself to believe it because he didn’t want his heartbroken. His lungs feel like they’re deflating as his brain catches up to Eddie’s statement then he realizes Eddie said he “was” in love with him meaning it’s past tense like he’s not anymore and Buck doesn’t know what to do with that. Now his chest is hurting because it feels like a boulder was just dropped onto it as his “Broken Heart Syndrome” returns with such force that it makes his knees buckle. Even though he’s spiraling, he has enough presence of mind to prevent himself from falling.

Milliseconds turn into seconds and seconds into a minute while silence fills the space between them since neither of them attempts to move or speak. The music on the TV is still playing but after Eddie’s last statement, blood is rushing past both of their ears which is preventing them from hearing Mariah Carey’s song “We Belong Together”.

As Mariah sings, “I couldn’t have fathomed that I would ever be without your love”, Eddie maintains eye contact with Buck and before he knows it, his mouth opens and he says the words he’s been wanting to say since April while they were standing in front of Marie’s grave.

“You broke my heart! I was in love with you but you broke my heart.” He bites his bottom lip and blinks several times in an attempt to blink away his tears.

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Fic Summary

Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Will be posted soon.

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