#(you are looking at transcendent) MAYBE so. Maybe so. i just think that the mains becoming gods

[garmadragon]

none of the ninja r gonna die permanently in crystallized especially not all of them at once because that’s not how this works and if they do I’ll eat grass which I am allergic to and post a pic but I do want them to become terrifying demigod legends of dubious humanity and definite creaturebodies sought after by generations to come

#’KIP THATS JUST KHUX TO YOU’ YEAH! I LIKE THE TROPES #Mine #what if we became inhuman and we kissed and we were both boys #it won’t happen either but I can daydream #what if they all became dragon godcreatures … #what if they became dragons and like also jojo stands and also keyblade masters kind of. you know #i like. becoming a creature #listen ninjago has little themes in it and it’s about friendship. but it is ALSO about cool dragons and bikes and jets #so for everyone to die… or for the ninja to die without finishing their lives… it’s antithetical #HOWEVER we can all die adn come back we can do that we can keep doing that #what if they all had temples … and waited 4 the next masters to come to them and receive their blessings… #(you are looking at transcendent) MAYBE so. Maybe so. i just think that the mains becoming gods #tldr I would be really surprised if they let the writers kill the fruit ninja off. i don’t think they’d want to either #it’s a ballsy move and it feels kinda wrong to me

[nsfwflint]

Melody

A/N: So as you can tell from the boring non-pop punk style title, this is one of my oldest drafts that went unfinished for well over a year. I chose to finish this piece for my anniversary because out of all my drafts it had most of the framework finished. As you can tell by how short the smut scene is, I'm still very much retired. I just wanted to do something special for all of you for supporting me this long. Anyway, here's to my third anniversary and I hope you all enjoy the piece. Also this is largely unedited, so read at your own risk lol.

The soft neon glow from the sign in front of you washes over you as a shaky sigh of relief finds its way out of your lungs. After a long week at work, you’re always excited to stop by here on Friday nights. Habin’s Harmonies, a small, classy piano bar located in an alley near your apartment. Your home away from home, your secret oasis. The place you always come to unwind and release your stress. And after the week you’ve had, you definitely need to release some stress.

You take one more deep breath to settle your excitement before walking inside. Chestnut paneling lines the walls as maple tables are scattered around the room. In a stark contrast to the dark furniture, a white piano sits square in the middle of the barroom floor. As you approach the bar, the bartender gives you a friendly smile.

“The usual sir?” 

“That will be great, thanks Mina.” You smile as she hands you a cold glass of beer.

Spotting an open seat right in front of the piano, you thank the stars and quickly slide onto the wooden chair. After a few sips of your beer, you set the glass down on the table in front of you and glance around the room. A slightly smaller crowd than usual, but you still spot most of the regulars sharing a drink they call loneliness. Quiet chatter fills the small room while everyone waits for the main event. Suddenly, the lights dim and a hush falls over the crowd. The main attraction finally takes the stage. 

And attractive she definitely is. With a short black satin dress tightly hugging all the right places, tonight's pianist is the definition of sexuality. Her huge pillowy breasts are barely contained in the soft fabric, putting her bountiful cleavage on full display. The dress is so short that it barely covers her perfectly round ass, leaving her long heavenly legs in plain view. Every inch of her skin looks soft and smooth as silk. You just want to tear the fabric apart and ravage her right here and now. You also know that every guy and most of the women here are thinking the same thing. 

A few whispers make their way out of the crowd as she slowly sits down on the bench in front of the piano. Suddenly, her hand shoots straight into the sky; her index finger pointing towards the heavens. The entire room falls completely silent, and it seems like even the generic city noise from outside disappears. With the most graceful composure you’ve ever witnessed, she slowly sets her fingers atop the ivory keys. A brief pause. In reality, a second, maybe two. But it feels like an eternity of anticipation. Finally, she begins to play and you can feel your soul transcend.

You can't help but stare in awe as her beautiful fingers gently dance around the keys. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen it, the sight of Habin playing the piano captivates you like nothing else. An emotional harmony eases your body as the enchanting song washes over you. The more you hear, the more her melody enraptures your soul. Every note is just as beautiful as she is and you're losing yourself to her by the second.

A series of interconnected notes dances in your ears, the effervescent flow of emotions melting throughout your body. As the impeccable melody of awe inspiring notes pours into your ears, the existence of the other customers fades from your mind; the crowd experiencing secondhand the serenade that feels like it's just for you. Hypnotized by the captivating harmony, you lose track of time as Habin drifts from one bewitching song to the next. 

You’re finally returned to reality as her fingers play the last note of the night. Touched by the emotional ballads, you wipe a small tear from the corner of your eye as a smattering of applause erupts around you. You quickly join with your own applause. Habin stands, bowing repeatedly towards the different parts of the bar. For her final bow, she dips down right in front of you, giving you a peek into her delicious cleavage. On her way back up, she gives you a warm smile along with a flirty wink. Standing back up, she addresses the crowd.

“Thank you all so much for being here for my performance. I’m so glad you all could make it. Unfortunately, I have some personal matters to attend to tonight, so we’ll be closing early.” Habin says.

Grumbles and complaints make their way through the crowd.

“I know. I’m very sorry about this. To apologize, everyone gets a discount on their tab for tonight. Please settle up with Mrs. Kang over at the bar in the next twenty minutes.” She apologizes.

Over the next few minutes, the small crowd slowly trickles out of the building. After settling your bill, you make your way back to the center of the room and sit down on the piano bench. You notice a few men trying to stay until the very last minute in order to keep flirting with Habin. You chuckle as you watch her shoot them down one by one with a polite smile.  

"Sorry, I'm not interested in dating any of my customers." 

"What if I stop being a customer then?" One of the men asks. 

"If you stop being a customer, what reason would I have to see you?" 

You stifle a laugh as the stupidity of his question finally registers in his brain. Not that you can blame him for it. A woman as gorgeous as Habin definitely makes men dick dumb. 

"Now gentlemen, I'm flattered, but if you wouldn't mind leaving now please. I have to finish up a few things and I'd hate to have to call the police because you kind souls wouldn't leave." She smiles. 

The men nod and finish paying. You'll always be amazed at how she can make a threat feel like a compliment. After a few more minutes the bar is completely empty aside from Habin, Mina, and yourself. Habin walks over and slides onto the bench next to you. With a long sigh, she gently lays her head on your shoulder.

“Ugh, I always hate when they try to hit on me.” She groans.

“Unfortunately it’s always going to happen, especially when you’re as beautiful as you are.” 

You gently kiss the top of her head as you put your arm around her shoulder.

“How was I tonight? I played a new song at the end, did I do okay?” She asks, staring up at you with her big eyes looking shining in anticipation.

“You did great honey. Even better than I imagined when I wrote it.” You smile.

Habin gives you a shy smile as she hugs your torso. 

"You guys are so cute together." Mina chimes in from behind the bar. 

"Haha, thanks." You say, chuckling as you scratch the back of your head. 

"I can't believe you have your own exclusive songwriter unnie."

"Hehe." Habin giggles, looking up at you with pride. 

"And they're always so beautiful. You're really talented sir." Mina says as she finishes counting the cash drawer. 

"What can I say? I have an excellent muse."

You grin before leaning down and softly pressing your lips against Habin's. She gently pokes her tongue into your mouth before pulling it back out. Pulling you closer to her, she repeats the process over and over again; gentle kisses with her tongue darting in and out of your mouth intermittently. 

"Gross unnie, get a room." Mina groans. 

Habin pulls away from the kiss and your lips immediately miss their warmth. The two of you both turn towards the bar to see Mina pretend to vomit.

"I did. As the owner of the bar, I technically own this room." She fires back teasingly. 

"You know what I mean unnie." Mina whines. 

“Yes I do. I also know you have plans with your boyfriend, so you can leave now. I'll take care of whatever is left.” Habin smiles at the young barkeeper.

“Really? Thank you so much!” Mina gives you both a bright smile as she excitedly runs out of the bar.

You both wait several seconds to make sure Mina doesn't come back. Three, two, one. Turning back towards you, Habin wraps her arms around your neck.

“Where were we?” She says with a coy smile.

“I believe you were sticking your tongue in my mouth. Miss Habin.”

“Ah, right. Let’s get back to that.”

Not giving you any chance to respond, she presses her lips against yours again. Her tongue pries its way into your mouth far more lustfully than before. Habin swirls her tongue around yours, massaging and rubbing against it as the two of you indulge yourselves in the passionate kiss. Without breaking the kiss, she maneuvers herself so she’s straddling you. Her curvaceous body pressed against you, your cock throbs against her cunt. A small giggle escapes her lips as she pulls her lips away from yours.

“This hard already, babe?” Habin chuckles.

“I’ve been wanting to tear into you all night, I can’t help it.” You respond as you squeeze her waist.

“Good, I always get so wet when you watch me play.”

Habin sticks her tongue back into your mouth, lustfully entwining it with yours. You quickly sink into the depth of the kiss, rubbing and swirling your tongues together. A soft moan makes its way out of her as you gently suck her tongue. After a few seconds, you release it from your lips. As she stares into your eyes, you feel Habin guide your hands from her waist to her ass. 

Wrapping her arms back around your neck, she once again attacks your tongue with her own. You begin to squeeze her ass instinctively, your fingertips bunching the black fabric as you dig into it. Even through the dress, you can feel how soft and supple her magnificent ass is as you fondle and knead it in your palms. Your tongue continues to duel against hers while you stare into her eyes as your tongues keep pushing and massaging each other. 

As you swirl your tongue around her’s, Habin’s eyes glaze over with a cloud of lust. Which is fine, because you’re sure yours are the same way right now. After a few more minutes of wrestling with your tongue, she withdraws her tongue from your mouth. You don’t have time to miss her warmth, because her lips immediately reconnect with your own as she begins sucking on your bottom lip. She pulls and nibbles on your lip as your fingers forcefully squeeze her ass. As she pulls on your lip she slowly slides off your lap; making you bend over to stay connected to the kiss. Habin gives you a gaze of erotic seduction before finally releasing your lip and sinking between your knees. Looking down, you see a giant wet spot on the crotch of your pants.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding about how wet you were.” You say in surprise.

“I never joke about how wet you make me.” Habin says without breaking her erotic eye contact.

Your body reacts to how hot her statement is before your brain does; your cock visually throbbing against your pants.

“Looks like someone wants to get out.” She teases.

With the same deftness that danced along the piano keys earlier, her slender fingers quickly undo your belt. As she pulls down your pants, your dick pops up and almost hits her in the face, no longer contained by the fabric of your boxers. She gives you a smug smirk as your tip twitches in anticipation. Habin always seems to get off on how hard she makes you. 

“So, what do you want tonight?” She asks, notes of mischief hiding in her voice.

One of the things you love about Habin. When it came to foreplay, she always let you pick what you wanted. Staring down at her bountiful cleavage barely being contained by her satin dress, you gulp excitedly and decide that you weren’t in the mood for foreplay tonight.

“The only thing I want tonight is you.” 

You pull her back on top of your lap, pushing her panties to the side as your eager tip brushes against the moist entrance of her cunt. Thankfully, Habin is just as hungry for your body as you are for hers and she quickly sinks herself onto your cock. The heat of her tight walls voraciously grips your shaft as her satiny skin crashes against you.

“Fuck, you’re so amazing.” You groan as your hands instinctively take their place on her shapely hips the way they have hundreds of times before.

“You’re the amazing one baby. You always reach so deep inside me.” Habin moans with a shaky breath.

She lifts herself up until only your tip remains inside her before slamming herself back down. It doesn’t take long for her to quickly establish her lustful rhythm as she frantically bounces on your cock. Her voluptuous body crashes against yours like waves upon the shore, her silky skin undulating like the rough seas. Illicit moans pour past her lips to make music to your ears as she bombards you with pleasure.

The contrast in Habin’s composure will never stop surprising you; her graceful elegance from before all but vanished as she lustfully bounces on your cock. You can’t help but stare at her face that’s now contorted into erotic mess. The hot walls of her cunt hungrily clamp on your shaft. Her massive breasts heaving wildly as she continues rapidly riding your dick. 

Knowing exactly what you like, Habin gives you a teasing smirk before pulling her dress down and revealing her perfect tits. 

“Come on baby, suck on my tits like you always do.” She moans as she places her hands on your shoulders.

Needing no further invitation, you dive in and attach your lips to her stiff nipple. Your hands quickly sink into the giant orbs of heavenly flesh, your fingers practically melting into her silky skin. The delectable taste of her breasts quickly coats your tongue as it swirls around the erect nub. Rapidly flicking your tongue up and down her nipple, you messily slurp on her delicious tits. 

“God you’re always so good at that.” Habin gasps as she continues to lustfully bounce on your cock.

The more you tease and devour her chest, the tighter her moist chasm clamps around your shaft. Erotic heat pressures your dick as you begin thrusting into Habin, meeting her halfway from her slamming on you. Synchronized in this amorous motion, you lose yourself in the sexual experience that is Habin. 

You roughly squeeze and knead her giant breasts, your fingers obsessively addicted to the sensation of her velvety flesh giving way in your palms. As you forcefully suck on her luscious tits, your hand moves to her free nipple and begins to lightly pinch the stiff nub. Melodious moans float endlessly past Habin’s lips as she grabs the back of your head and pushes your face even deeper into her chest.

Taking her fleshy nipple between your teeth, you chew on it gently as you continue teasing the other with your fingers. You push and pull on both of her erect nubs, losing yourself in the curvature of her fatal body. Her tight walls cling to your shaft, pulling lustfully on your cock as the two of you mindlessly thrust into each other like animals.

The sound of your bodies crashing against each other fills the room, only slightly overpowered by constant frantic moans that escape both you and Habin. The delectable taste of her skin dancing on your tongue fuses with the inescapable heat that hungrily grips your shaft to send you into sensory overload. Sex with Habin is always an assault on the senses that overwhelms until dawn does you part.

Your tongue constantly swirls and flicks the delicious stiff nipple in its continual desperate journey to commit the taste to memory. As you continue to feast and suck on her heavenly breasts, your hands travel down to Habin’s shapely voluptuous ass and squeeze as hard you can. The sensation of her silky skin rippling against you only fuels your hunger for her body.

Every thrust into her moist depths becomes harder and harder, an insatiable lust for the ecstasy of Habin’s body grows stronger with every second you spend inside her. You furiously pound away at her cunt, your tip slamming against the entrance to her womb over and over again. Velvety heat grips and pulls on your shaft as you mercilessly plunge your cock as deep as you can with reckless abandon. 

“Fuck you’re so deep. Just like this baby. Ravage this tight little pussy. I’m almost there.” Habin cries out, her body so desperate for relief that her fingernails cut into your shoulders with how tight her grip is.

The two of you frantically slam against each other as violently as you can, both of you eager to reach an unrivaled ecstasy that nobody has ever felt. Your fingers sink into the satiny flesh of her curvaceous ass, the thick slabs of her ass jiggling against your palm with every animalistic thrust. You take the fleshy nipple between your teeth again, sucking and slurping her massive tits as they ripple endlessly against your lips.

Without warning, Habin lets out an ear-piercing shriek as her walls clench your dick with an overwhelming tightness. 

“Oh fuck.” She screams.

A surge of sticky fluids rush down your shaft as Habin squirts an unbelievable amount of her sweet nectar over your cock. The tightness of her cunt only intensifies your thrusting as you intensely seek your own orgasm. Your bodies slam against each other hungrily, creating a giant mess as her squirt splashes around you.

Thankfully it only takes a few more thrusts before you reach your limit and you feel yourself tighten inside her depths. You regretfully peel your lips away from her delicious tits to announce you’re almost there.

“I’m gonna cum.” You grunt.

“Cum inside me. Fill my womb until it cries” Habin moans.

Before you can say anything else, Habin’s lips crash against yours and her tongue once again pries its way into your mouth. Your tongues erotically entwine, swirling and dancing around each other. You squeeze her ass as hard as you can, your rough grip turning her pale skin into a bright shade of red. With one final slam, your tip kisses the entrance of her womb and throbs violently.

You erupt inside of Habin, finally unleashing your pent up lust as you relentlessly pour every drop of your virile seed directly into her womb. What feels like an ending torrent of cum floods her moist cavern, rope after rope of hot semen filling Habin to the brink as her walls hungrily gobble up each drop. Her lustful assault on your tongue combined with her perfect pillowy breasts pushed against your chest intensifies your orgasm, drawing out as much of your cum as she possibly can.

After what feels like an eternity and all the sperm your body could ever produce, your orgasm finally slows down as one last blast of hot cum drowns Habin’s womb. Her tongue gradually stops swirling around yours before she finally pulls her lips away from yours and gives you a satisfied smile.

“That was fucking incredible.” She says contently before giving your forehead a gentle kiss.

“Yeah. I definitely think that breaks into our top 5.” You nod with a chuckle.

Habin’s bright laughter fills the room as she slowly lifts herself off of your cock. Standing up to get ready to leave, you notice the sizable puddle of cum that leaked from Habin’s pussy onto the piano bench. Despite wiping it up, a noticeable stain still remains. You worriedly glance at Habin as she gives you a carefree shrug.

“It’s fine, it’s white anyway. Who is really going to notice?” She says as she pulls her dress back into place.

“Fair enough. Let’s go home. You’ve given me inspiration for a new song and I want to write it down before I forget it.” 

As the two of you turn towards the door to leave, both of you freeze in place upon seeing Mina  standing in the doorway trying to adjust her own clothing. Your eyes are immediately drawn to a small puddle of her own creation at her feet.

“I, uh. Forgot my phone. And then I didn’t want to interrupt. But watching you guys go at it like that, I uh. I just. I couldn’t help it. Um. I just.” Mina stammers before bolting out the door like she’d seen a ghost. Or you know, her boss fucking.

You turn to Habin who simply shrugs again.

“Eh, she’ll be fine. I’ll talk to her tomorrow, after I make her clean up that mess. Let’s hurry up and get out of here. I want to hear this new song you’re going to write for me.” Habin says with an excited smile.

A/N2: Like I said. This one was pretty short. Honestly, not super happy with the smut for this one since I'm so fucking rusty and it's been so long since I've written anything. Hopefully that's just me being negative and you all enjoyed the piece though. Thank you all again for all the support, but I'll get more into that in a post on my actual anniversary. I love you guys <3

#kpop #kpop smut #pocket girls habin #habin #male reader x idol #reader x idol #reader insert #reader x habin

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Francis Drake Main Story

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

Minor spoilers ahead.

I returned to the mansion alone and quietly closed the door.

(It was here that I first met Drake.)

(To think that this would also be where we part ways.)

As I touched the door that stood between him and me一

Napoleon: “Mitsuki!”

Mitsuki: “Napoleon, everyone.”

Everyone in the mansion rushed to join me.

Comte: “We got worried after reading your letter. Are you okay?”

Mitsuki: “Yes. I’m really sorry for worrying you.”

Vlad: “Mitsuki, did you go through the door?”

Napoleon: “Did you go after Drake?”

Mitsuki: “Yes. I went to settle things.”

Let’s rewind time a bit.

------------Flashback-----------

Drake was leading me through the dark hallway while holding my hand. After confessing our feelings on that cliff, we returned to the hallway that transcends time and space.

Mitsuki: “The mansion’s doors were experiencing some spatial anomalies, yet this place seems fine.”

Drake: “Probably because I’m here now.”

Tilting his head, he tugged at the harness belt wrapped around his shoulder and waist with his thumb.

Drake: “This thing acts as a stabilizer to keep us from getting lost in here. It’s keeping this place stable.”

Drake: “My genius partner created this.”

Mitsuki: “There’s such a thing?”

Drake: "Yeah. Well, his genius led him to bear a responsibility that went beyond simply designing a door."

(Is the person accompanying him the designer of the door?)

I heard Comte and Vlad build the door using a blueprint Vlad happened to come across.

Could it be that Galileo drew the original blueprint?

Drake: "So, what will you do, fawn?"

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Drake: "Right now, you can go wherever you want, whether it's the 19th century or the 21st century where you originally lived."

(----!)

Faced with an unexpected choice, I could only stand there, bewildered.

(The place I want to go...)

The place that came to mind was neither the 19th nor the 21st century.

Mitsuki: "I want to go to a certain place and confirm something."

Mitsuki: "It might be harsh for you, but..."

(I want to check it for his sake.)

The place I wanted to go was...

Drake: "This place..."

The location we visited was the garden of the old mansion一the place where Drake and his mother were captured.

Peering into that cruel hall from the garden, it seemed like the young Drake had already escaped, as there was no one there except for a woman crucified, her chest drenched in blood.

Drake: "You understand, right? We can't interfere with the past."

Mitsuki: "Yeah, I know."

He averted his gaze, seemingly avoiding facing whatever was in front of him.

This place probably still hurts him.

(I'm forcing him to confront painful and difficult memories.)

Even knowing that I was doing something terrible, I still held onto his hand and mustered my courage to step through the window into the room.

And then, amidst the choking smell of blood, we walked quietly toward his mother, her chest stained red.

(I really don't want to intrude at this moment.)

But if my guess was correct...

(I want him to know his mother's true feelings.)

She probably could no longer notice us as she was looking down, her tear-stained lips faintly moving.

Drake's mom: "That's right, run away, Francis."

Drake: "----!"

Drake's mom: "Sorry. I'm so sorry. Since giving birth to you, I've only brought you pain."

Drake's mom: "You can hate me, but please, survive."

Drake: "Mom..."

Drake's mom: "I love you, Francis."

With words of repentance and love, she breathed her last, uttering her son's name.

(Just as I thought.)

After shouting that she shouldn't have given birth to Drake, her lips seemed to move again, saying, "I'm sorry."

Mitsuki: "Maybe your mother tried to let you escape and intentionally pushed you away because she loves you."

This was the truth hidden behind the betrayal.

Drake: "Ha...hahaha..."

Drake: "Is this even possible?"

Drake dropped to his knees, covering his face with his hands.

(Believing in something is very difficult, especially when you're consumed by sorrow and anger.)

However, feeling his pain and learning about the hope he had held deep within his heart, I felt that I could confirm it once more.

(The difficulty of believing and the strength to overcome it.)

(My encounter with him taught me that.)

I leaned my cheek against his trembling back and gently hugged him, wanting to ease the despair he had been carrying since childhood.

Drake: "Hey, Mitsuki."

Drake: "Is it okay for me to believe those words?"

Mitsuki: "Of course."

Drake's hoarse voice was both heartbreaking and precious.

Drake: "Mitsuki."

Mitsuki: "Yeah?"

Drake: "Thank you. I'm glad I could hear those words."

Drake: "You've managed to overturn things again."

Drake: "Not that I mind, though."

(Drake...)

Gently narrowing his eyes, he held my hand and smiled.

It was a calm smile, different from his usual easygoing and fearless one.

This sight was probably the real him.

(His smile has always made my heart flutter, but right now I'm even more happy.)

Drake: "Hey, Mitsuki."

Suddenly, his voice and expression turned serious.

Drake: "Loving you made me realize there's something in this world worth believing in."

Drake: "But, you know, my hatred and despair towards humans and vampires haven't completely disappeared from within me."

Mitsuki: "Yeah."

(Human emotions are not that simple.)

Even if a ray of light shines through, I don't think it can melt his frozen heart instantly.

Mitsuki: "But it's precisely because I've witnessed your despair that I want to be by your side."

Mitsuki: "I want to live together with you."

(Since he's someone who can even throw himself away, I want to be there to lighten his despair a little.)

Drake laughed as I stared at him with such hope.

Drake: "Haha! You really are a kind soul, aren't you?"

Drake: "I'm glad to hear you say that, but I'm sure you'll struggle with our incompatibility."

Mitsuki: "That's not..."

Drake: "You can't say that with absolute certainty."

Drake: "You've probably cried and suffered, knowing my betrayal and desires."

He traced my cheek with his finger, as if there were still traces of tears.

(Could it be...?)

My chest tightened in unease as I anticipated what he was trying to say.

He smiled, covering the sadness in his eyes, and continued.

Drake: "Making the woman I love cry is enough for one night."

Drake: "Besides, it wouldn't be fair if I go back and there's someone I can't just leave behind."

Drake: "It might not be enough to make up for what I've done with the guys, but I'll make sure their precious little treasure gets home safely. Then I will disappear from your life."

(........)

His gentle smile and determination made my chest ache.

(I could finally touch his heart, and yet...)

I decided not to betray this love, but...

Mitsuki: "Is that what you really want?"

Drake: "Haha! That's a sneaky question."

After letting out a smile, he held me tightly.

Drake: "I thought about kidnapping you to the end of the sea where no one could chase after us, but..."

Mitsuki: "Drake..."

Drake: "But you have your own future that you believe in."

Drake: "A future full of hope and positivity, a future I never wanted."

Drake: "That's why I can't stay by your side."

His strong embrace seemed to express that he didn't want to let go, but at the same time, it clearly conveyed that this would be our last encounter.

Drake: "Hey, Fawn, would you like to make one final bet?"

Mitsuki: "What kind of bet?"

He let go of me slightly and lifted my hand.

Drake: "The fate of this world diverges into countless futures."

Drake: "Will everything meet its demise as I wish, or is there at least one future filled with hope, as you believe?"

Drake: "It's a bet on an endless future."

(But that's...)

It's an uncertain and endless gamble that spans across time and countless futures.

(Oh, I see.)

(So, this is his way of saying goodbye.)

Drake: "If I win, I'll come to take you."

Drake: "When the world falls apart, you'll be by my side. I promise."

He confidently laughed and made an impossible promise.

I mustered my courage and also made a bold statement.

Mitsuki: "So if I win, you're mine?"

Drake: "........."

Mitsuki: "Your heart, your trust, and you. I want it all."

Mitsuki: "You'll give up your wish for destruction, live with me, and be mine alone."

(Will I take him or will I be taken by him?)

A bet where we seek each other, a bet that will never lead to a conclusion, and a promise only to engrave each other in parting.

Drake: "Haha! You're even more greedy than me, little fawn."

Drake: "Yes, your majesty, as you wish."

Drake: "When you win, you can have me."

With a tender gesture, he kissed the back of my hand.

In the hallway that spans between the past and the future, we silently gazed at each other and gently exchanged our final kiss.

---------Flashback Ends--------

Mitsuki: "After that, I parted ways with Drake on the other side of the door."

I recounted all the events that had taken place to Comte, Leonardo, and Vlad.

I told Drake's life as a Dhampir, his despair towards humans, vampires, and the world, his desire for destruction, and the existence of his companion named Galileo.

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry for being selfish."

Comte, with his fingers interlocked and listening intently, slowly nodded as though digesting my words.

Comte: "Thank you for telling us. So, you came back to the 19th century to convey all that."

Leonardo: "For Drake, the historical figures who interfere with history are not only targets of his hatred towards vampires but also crucial sources of the destruction he desires."

Comte: "So it seems that the one distorting fate is an everlasting flower, after all."

Mitsuki: "Comte, I don't think that's true. We can't predict how anyone will influence history."

Comte: "You're right. Thank you, Mitsuki."

Vlad: "I'm also wondering what the architect of the door, Galileo, was thinking when he leaped through time."

Vlad, pausing slightly, continued with a somewhat melancholic tone.

Vlad: "I used to think that dhampirs were born from the coexistence of vampires and humans striving for harmony. But even there, persecution arises. Why does the sorrow continue?"

Leonardo: "The divide between races is an eternal dilemma for not just vampires but all beings in this world."

------------Flashback-----------

Drake: "The divisions among races are the root of fear and hatred. With that alone, anyone can become as cruel as they want."

Drake: "Whether human or vampire, their essence is the same. Hatred spreads through living beings as part of their nature."

---------Flashback Ends--------

I recalled the words Drake once uttered almost dismissively.

(There are humans who fear and hunt vampires, and there are purebloods who scorn humans.)

(And in between, there are dhampirs who lose their place.)

Through the incident with the hunters and Drake's past, I have witnessed the sad circumstances in which they persecuted each other.

(It's true that differences in race can give rise to fear and hatred, but...)

Mitsuki: "It's up to us to change the future. We can change it as much as we want."

Mitsuki: "I don't believe I have the power to change fate like Drake was talking about."

Mitsuki: "Even so, if the sad fate that originally existed somewhere has changed, I think it's because we, living in the same world, aimed for a better future together."

(Like the pureblood who loves humans, like Drake and I falling in love, we can coexist beyond our races and change towards a hopeful future.)

(We just need to believe.)

Believing made me feel connected to him, even though he was no longer here.

Leonardo: "That seems like something you would say."

Vlad: "True. Even if people call it idealistic, I want to believe that."

Smiling at each other, Comte looked at me with a slightly lonely expression.

Comte: "Should we leave Drake's room as it is?"

Comte: "A pirate needs a place to come home to, yeah?"

Comte's suggestion was probably out of concern for Drake and me.

(If Drake's place remains, even if just a little, I would feel a little comforted.)

Mitsuki: "Thank you, Comte."

(But...)

Despite expressing gratitude, my heart was tightly gripped with pain.

(Drake won't come back anymore.)

Previous Part ╎ Romantic End ╎ Dramatic End

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Disneyland DILF

Summary: While on a family vacation to Disneyland, Elide discovers her husband Lorcan has been featured on the viral Instagram page ‘DILFS of Disneyland.’ 

When he claims not to know what a DILF is, Elide decides the best way she can explain it to him is to demonstrate what the F stands for.

For the wonderful and amazing and talented @headcanonheadcase! I've been teasing this Lorcan DILF fic for a while, so thanks for being patient with me! Thank you for being so kind and supportive, and I hope you enjoy!

Rating: Explicit. See AO3 link for tags.

Word Count: 4.9K

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“Come on Jack, look over here! Look at Mommy! Come on baby, just give me one good photo!”

Whoever coined the idiom “herding cats” to describe an impossible task should have instead used something like, “getting your toddler to look at a camera for more than one second for a halfway decent picture.” The latter, Elide decided, conveyed more of the frustrating nuance that people were bound to face, even if it was a bit too lengthy of a phrase. Who even had enough cats to herd anyways?

“Lorcan, can you stop distracting him for one minute, please? I really wanna get a picture of Jack with Pluto. And can you fix his hair?”

Her husband stopped whispering whatever he was saying to their son. He looked up at Elide with a frown.

“I’m not distracting him - I’m just telling him how better dressed he is than every other kid here.”

“Well, maybe don’t do that,” she cringed, as a middle aged woman wearing a pair of Mickey Mouse ears with a gaggle of similarly dressed children behind her shot Lorcan and Elide a dirty look. 

“And I think his hair looks good like this,” Lorcan went on, slightly tussling his son’s dark hair. “It looks effortlessly messy and windswept. Classic.” Jack agreed, as he grinned and clapped his pudgy little hands at his father’s compliments. 

“He’s two,” Elide deadpanned. “He’s not going to be on the cover of Baby Vogue.”

Lorcan hummed. “Is that a thing? It should be, and Jack should be on the cover -“

She sighed; she knew when she lost her battles with her husband, rare that it happened. “One, two, three -“

Quick as a snake, Lorcan turned himself and Jack towards Elide’s phone and gave their biggest grins for the picture: Lorcan’s a small uptick of the corners of his mouth, his long, dark hair swaying in the warm breeze, while Jack grinned toothily at the camera. 

“Oh, that actually turned out pretty good,” Elide said, slowly walking over to show the picture to Lorcan. “And Plutos is in the background, so I guess that technically counts.”

“Pluto’s the dog, right?” Lorcan asked, settling Jack back in his stroller.

Elide looked at her husband exasperatedly. “Yes, Pluto’s the dog. I still don’t understand how you know so little about Disney. It’s like you grew up under a rock.”

Lorcan shrugged as they set off at a slow pace down Disneyland’s broad Main Street and into the heart of the park. “Growing up in an orphanage and joining the military at 18 doesn’t exactly lend itself to having a pop culture filled childhood.”

“Disney transcends pop culture,” Elide muttered distractedly, pulling up the Disneyland app on her smartphone. “I know I should have quizzed you on everything Disney, or at least made you memorize the map of this place.”

“Where are we off to next?” he asked, looking over her shoulder at the map pulled up on her phone.

“Where aren’t we going? Big day planned. Jack loves Tigger so I want to head over to the Critter Country area so he can meet him and get some pictures together. I think we’d all like the Jungle Cruise - can you double check I packed the noise canceling headphones? - watch the parade, hang around in Toontown, depending on how Jack is doing, then end the day by visiting Sleepy Beauty’s castle. That’s been on my to do list since I was a little girl.”  

Lorcan arched an eyebrow. “Is this Disneyland vacation for him or you?”

Elide pursed her lips. “It’s for all of us, you giant twerp. But what do you want to do? I’ll hang back with him if you want to go on rides or visit the Star Wars area.”

“I don’t need to do anything other than be with you two. Just keep me fed and I’ll go wherever you tell me.”

Elide grinned. “Smart man. How about we head over to Adventureland for the Jungle Cruise? I think he’d like the animals.”

“Lead on,” Lorcan said, wheeling Jack’s stroller around and following Elide further into the park.

The Jungle Cruise was a hit. Lorcan strapped Jack into his front-facing toddler carrier and held him the entire time, making sure his headphones were on and pointing out the different animals they saw, to Jack’s delight. Elide should have spent the ride taking in the sights around her - this Disneyland trip was truthfully perhaps more for her than for their son - but she couldn’t help but let her gaze linger on Lorcan. 

Devilishly handsome didn’t seem like it did her husband justice. Nearly seven feet tall, with shiny shoulder length dark hair, a perfectly symmetrical face, and rippling muscles that didn’t seem real, Elide knew Lorcan was a catch. 

But what she adored even more about him was his personality: his quiet, understated humor, how loyal he was, his bravery, and his unending support for everything Elide put her mind to. He carried her weight  - sometimes literally - when her disability became too much for her and she struggled to walk even with her ankle brace on. 

Best of all, he was an excellent father. Before Jack had been born, he’d confessed to Elide that he was scared that he didn’t know how to be a good dad and he’d do something to traumatically mess up Jack’s life. She didn’t believe that for a second; she had full faith in him, and told him that repeatedly. The first time Lorcan held Jack after he was born was the closest Elide had ever seen him to crying. 

And now here he was, willingly walking around the capitalistic hell that was Disneyland, all so his wife and son could have a picture perfect day. What a lucky woman she was.

“I think he really enjoyed that,” Lorcan commented after they collected their stroller from the front of the ride. He decided to keep wearing Jack in his front-facing carrier - “He’ll be able to see things better that way,” he reasoned - and Elide wasn’t going to complain, especially since seeing Lorcan carry their kid around sent odd little flutters throughout her body. 

“He did,” Elide cooed, re-fastening Jack’s little velcro shoes so he wouldn’t kick them off. “I got a good picture of him looking at elephants.”

“Good thing he didn’t seem to realize what the lions were doing to that zebra.”

Elide shuddered. “Yeah, maybe some parts of this ride aren’t the best for babies and toddlers.”

“Where to next?” Lorcan asked. “Try to find Tigger and then lunch?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Elide said, kissing Jack’s cheek and squeezing Lorcan’s hand. “Want me to take the stroller?”

“You navigate, I’ll steer.”

She quickly learned Disneyland was much larger than the little map on her phone made it look. By the time they found Tigger and took dozens of pictures of an excited Jack with his favorite character, and let him burn some energy on a Winnie the Pooh playground, Elide’s ankle throbbed with every footstep she took. She hobbled to a sitting bench and watched Jack go down a slide before running back up to go down again and again.

“How are you doing?” Lorcan questioned, sitting down next to her on the bench.

“I may have underestimated how much walking we were going to do today,” she admitted, leaning down to rub her ankle. 

“Want your brace?”

She grimaced. “Maybe not right now. I’ll try to wait until after lunch. Speaking of, I think Jack’s getting hungry and tired - want to see if we can find somewhere to sit out of the sun?”

They found a shaded and relatively quiet restaurant in the New Orleans area, and Elide sat at the table and put on her ankle brace, waiting for their food, as Lorcan walked around with Jack in the picturesque square outside the restaurant. She watched them contentedly as Jack toddled over a short railing into a flower bed and stuck his entire head into a bunch of flowers. Rather than pull him out, Lorcan crouched down next to him and started pointing out different flowers to Jack.

Sighing happily, she took a sip of her mocktail and closed her eyes, leaning back in her chair. Besides her ankle, the day was going perfectly. 

“Mama! Mama!”

She opened her eyes. Lorcan was walking towards her with Jack on his hip, a bunch of bright flowers, dirty roots and all, dangling from his fat fist.

“He was very interested in the flowers, and I told him how much you like flowers too,” Lorcan said, putting Jack in a high chair as he thrust the flowers at Elide. 

“Oh Jack, these are perfect,” Elide gasped, fighting the tears that had welled in her eyes and taking the bright arrangement from her son. She leaned down to kiss Jack on a chubby cheek. “Thank you so much baby.”

“Seems I’m gonna have to do better the next time I give you flowers,” Lorcan grumbled. “Not sure how I’m gonna compete with a fresh Disney bouquet.”

“I’m surprised no one came and shooed you away,” Elide noted, wrapping the bottom of the flowers in a napkin and tucking them in the stroller. 

“Oh, someone did,” Lorcan confirmed nonchalantly. “Especially when Jack tossed a bunch of tulips on the ground. They didn’t seem to like us damaging park property, or something.”

“Lorcan!” Elide admonished. “You didn’t make someone miserable over some flowers, did you?”

No, I just stood up and I guess they thought better about trying to yell at me. Besides, it’d be well worth making anyone miserable if it made you happy.”

“Aw. That is so sweet and threatening.”

He winked and gave her a small smile. “Anything for you.”

They took their time with lunch and by the time they finished, Jack had fallen asleep in his stroller. Deciding to let him sleep, they staked out a shaded bit of lawn and sat down to watch the parade from a distance. Full of energy when he woke up, they leisurely made their way over to Toontown and got in line for the steam train ride.

“I can take him for a bit,” Elide suggested, picking a bench in the back of the train so Lorcan wouldn’t block anyone out. “You’ve been handling him a lot today.”

“I got him,” Lorcan said, sitting Jack on his lap. “You just sit and relax.”

Her husband had apparently designated himself as being on ‘Jack Duty’ all day, as he refused to let Elide even push his stroller or hold him, besides whenever she thrust her phone at Lorcan and asked him to take pictures. 

“Is that safe, Lorcan?” Elide asked nervously after they had gotten off the train. Her husband had just thrown Jack onto his shoulders, giving him the best view in the entire park.

“Course,” Lorcan grunted, holding onto their son’s legs, his arms flexing as they walked towards Goofy’s Playhouse. “Just want to make sure he can see everything. He loves people watching, just like his mom.”

They set Jack down and he immediately ran into the bright, cartoon style house.

“He’s gonna sleep so well tonight,” Elide sighed happily. 

“And we won’t?” Lorcan countered, an eyebrow raised.

“Good point. I’m glad tomorrow is a lazy day at the beach.”

By the time they dragged Jack away nearly an hour later, even he had come to the conclusion that he was ready to leave. Burying his face in Lorcan’s shoulder, he didn’t seem to mind stopping at Sleeping Beauty’s castle. Elide didn’t have the energy to go up and explore any of the winding passages and staircases, but Lorcan still took her picture everywhere she could go in the castle, juggling her phone in one hand and their near-sleeping son in the other.

“You could have put him in the stroller,” Elide said as they made their way back to their car, double and triple checking that they hadn’t lost anything in the park.

“That’s alright. Didn’t want to risk waking him up.”

Dinner was some fast food they picked up on the way back to their Airbnb. Jack picked at his food and didn’t fight them as they gave him a quick bath and Lorcan got him settled for bed in the small second bedroom of the condo. Elide showered and stepped into the master bedroom to find Lorcan laying on the bed reading a book.

“Did he go down pretty easy?” she asked, drying her hair.

 “Oh yeah. Only made it a few more pages into The Hobbit before he passed out.”

“God, same kid,” Elide groaned, throwing on her pajamas and crawling into bed next to Lorcan, grabbing her phone and looking through the several hundred photos she and Lorcan had managed to snap that day.

Opening Instagram, she scrolled through her friend’s recent posts and videos - Aelin and Rowan celebrating their wedding anniversary, Manon’s rescue bulldog Abraxos officially completing training to become a therapy dog, and some professional pictures of Yrene, Chaol and their daughter - before she noticed a ‘Suggested for You’ account:

dilfs_of_disneyland

Elide snorted and scrolled away. How stupid and niche. It was probably filled with a few blurry creepshots of men at Disneyland, or a PR stunt of some kind for a movie or TV show or podcast. No, thank you. Elide had standards. She scrolled away.

On the other hand, she was on vacation; her standards could take a break. She scrolled back up and clicked on the account and was brought to a professional looking Instagram page:

DILFS of Disneyland: Welcome to the Happiest place on Instagram!

Apparently the account wasn’t niche at all - it had over 400,000 followers, and more than 1,200 posts, all featuring pictures of handsome men with babies and toddlers at Disneyland. Elide was stunned, scrolling through post after post after post of men with their kids at Disneyland, doing frankly normal things - pushing strollers, posing for pictures, eating ice cream and churros with their kids - but there was something… else, something more she couldn’t quite put her finger on that made these men extra appealing. 

Not that she would ever admit this to Lorcan. Snorting, she scrolled back to the top of the page when she noticed a new post from today with an all too familiar face:

“WOW 😍😍 A DILF to beat all DILFS! Taking Tall, Dark and Handsome to a new DILF-y level!! #hotdads #dilfsofdisneyland #dilfalert #strollermeat”

There was her husband, in all his DILF-y glory from throughout the day: Lorcan walking with Jack strapped to his chest, Lorcan pushing Jack in his stroller, and even one from late in the day when Jack sat on Lorcan’s shoulders. Elide had to give it to the photographer on that one - his arms and chest looked absolutely ripped in the photo. 

And the internet agreed. The post had only been up for a few hours and already amassed several hundred likes and over one hundred comments, all from women - and some men - going feral for Lorcan.

“Call the fire department, cuz I’m about to climb that DILF like a tree and get stuck”

“Hello Daddy😏😘”

“God bless this Disney DILF🙏🏻🙏🏻”

Elide couldn’t help but chuckle. She maybe should be concerned that someone had been stalking her husband at Disneyland but as she looked through the many comments bemoaning how hot and unavailable Lorcan was, she didn’t feel any anger for the people drooling over her husband. Her chuckle morphed into a full laugh, until Elide was snorting in laughter.

“What are you laughing at?”

Lorcan was staring at her, his brow furrowed. 

“Your greatest fear has come true,” Elide gasped out. 

Lorcan sat up. “Rowan got some stupid award he can rub in my face?”

“No, you’re internet famous. Kind of.”

“What?” he snapped, rolling on his side to try to look at her phone. “What happened?”

“It’s nothing bad,” she said, working to contain her laughter. “The internet says you’re a DILF.”

Lorcan stared at her blankly. “A what?”

“A DILF. You know,” she repeated, waving her hand like that would explain the acronym.

"What’s a DILF?”

Elide sat up on her elbows. “Wait, really? You don’t know what a DILF is?” She narrowed her eyes and cocked her head at Lorcan, studying him for any of his lying tells. 

“Really. What’s it mean?”

“You’re thirty-four!” Elide exclaimed. “How do you not know what a DILF is?”

“Well, I’m not glued to my phone twenty-four seven -”

“Because your old flip phone doesn't have internet and you only have three people’s phone numbers.”

“Just tell me what it means,” Lorcan grumbled, pouting. 

Elide snickered. “It means ‘dad I’d like to fuck.’ There’s an Instagram page devoted to dads in Disneyland, and you’re proving very popular.” She handed her phone to Lorcan and watched him read through the myriad of comments left on his pictures. 

“Huh. That’s… interesting.”

Elide shrugged. “Maybe a little odd, but they don’t mean any harm by it. Just people admiring how hot and good of a dad you are.”

“And being a dad… makes me more attractive to women?”

“Oh definitely. There have been times when you’ve been so good with Jack I jumped you when we put him down for a nap. And seeing you today, holding Jack, playing with him…” she trailed off, biting her lip and sweeping her eyes down his body.

“Really? That gets you going?”

“Maybe,” she purred, crawling over to him and swinging her leg over him so she sat on his lap, “I could put on a demonstration of the ‘F’ in DILF, if you still need convincing.”

He grinned, trailing his big hands up her slim thighs. “I’ve always been more of a hands-on learner. That might help it… sink in.”

“Maybe if you’re lucky, that won’t be the only thing you’ll be sinking into,” she murmured, leaning down to capture Lorcan’s lips against hers. 

Lorcan’s warm hands grasped the sides of her head to keep her still as their tongues met. Elide sighed with pleasure. She could spend all night just kissing her husband, feeling his large body flex and shift underneath her, his hands trailing soft caresses down her body. His fingers dove beneath her sleep shorts. She was already wet. She gasped as his fingers trailed up and down her slit before plunging a thick finger inside her. 

“Guess you weren’t kidding about getting turned on by me being a DILF,” Lorcan mumbled against her, nipping her bottom lip. 

Groaning, she rolled off him and threw herself off the bed, tugging her clothes off. “Well, hop to it,” she breathed, laughing softly as Lorcan fumbled to get his pants and shirt off. 

She took a moment to stare at his body: a strong chest covered with a smattering of dark hair that formed a dark line below his belly button, thick thighs that could crush a person to death if he needed to. And his cock. Thick, long, and perfectly proportional to his big body and which looked obscene next to Elide’s petite form.

Lorcan lay on the bed, absentmindedly stroking his cock as he looked Elide up and down. “Dad you’d like to fuck, hm?” He murmured. “How about I get you warmed up for a fucking?”

Elide shivered. “What do you have in mind?”

“I like the idea of… sinking into you.” He grinned lazily, and her belly tightened with anticipation. “Get on.”

He grabbed a small bottle of lube and coated his thick length liberally. She climbed on top of Lorcan and gasped as he spun her around and settled her over his cock, her knees bracketing his hips as she faced away from his face, towards his long legs and feet. She turned around to look at him. 

“Just wanna feel you around me,” he remarked. Grabbing his cock, he pulled her down, letting her take him within her at her own pace.

Elide moaned. Even after all this time, she still needed to take him slowly, let him stretch out her inner walls. The lube helped immensely. She swirled her hips, taking an inch before withdrawing and taking another, then another, then another, Lorcan’s deep groans egging her on. Finally she sunk down fully against his body. She started to raise herself on her knees to start that intimate rhythm they both knew so well when Lorcan’s hands gripped her hips.

“Hold on,” he said, not letting her move. “Now that you’re here, I wanna enjoy this.”

“Were you not having fun before?” Elide gasped, feeling him twitch inside her. 

“Oh, I was and still am,” he said, caressing her hips. “Just come back down and lean forward a bit - yeah, just like that.”

Elide blushed as she leaned forward over Lorcan’s body, grabbing his knees for leverage. She felt exposed and open as Lorcan hummed appreciatively, rubbing his hand over one of her ass cheeks. 

“You take me so well,” he murmured. “I think this is a nice interlude before I fuck you. Just wanna feel you warming my cock.”

She craned her neck and gave him an annoyed look. This is not at all what she thought he meant by ‘warming her up.’ “And what about me?”

Lorcan raised an eyebrow. “I was under the impression that we ended up here because you get so turned on just by me being a good dad. Don’t I have a say in how I want to be fucked?”

“Well, I guess, but -“

“Then just sit there nice and pretty on my cock,” he soothed. “Don’t move though, just stay still.”

“Lorcan,” Elide squirmed against him. “I need -“

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you full in a bit,” he said distractedly, and Elide knew he felt her cunt clench around his cock ar his words. “I just wanna finish this chapter -“

She tsked. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” he said, reaching for his book with one hand and rubbing her back with the other. “Just a few minutes.”

Elide sighed and turned her head back towards Lorcan’s legs, forcing herself to relax. She considered herself fairly adventurous in bed, and her and Lorcan had a very open and healthy sex life, but this was one thing they hadn’t tried yet. Elide didn’t see the appeal in cockwarming, but actually experiencing it, well…

Lorcan subtly shifted his hips and she felt his cock somewhere in her stomach. Cursing, she gripped his knees and made herself stay still. This wasn’t how she thought this would go. When she initially climbed on his lap she thought she’d suck him for a bit then ride him, or maybe bend herself over the bed so he could pound into her from behind.

But here she was, hypersensitive and aware of every little movement and touch from Lorcan, only a few breaths away from breaking and begging him to do something.

Which is probably why he did this. Jerk.

“I can hear you thinking.” She refused to turn around to look at him but she could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Just thinking how I actually wanted to fuck my husband, not stare at a wall with his cock stuffed in me,” she sniffed. 

Lorcan laughed. “Ok, Ok, I get it. You’re lucky I’m done with my chapter.”

She whined as he lifted her off his length. She felt horribly cold and empty until he flipped her around on her back and kneeled in between her legs. 

“That wasn’t even five minutes, just so you know,” Lorcan said, stroking his slick cock and glancing down to her red pussy. 

“Bullshit,” she gasped as her husband gripped her thighs and hauled her towards him so her legs were resting over his hips. “Felt like an hour.”

He hummed. “I should fuck you for an hour, so you have a frame of reference next time we do this.” He laid a wide spread hand on her stomach and moved his hand up her torso.

“What a perfect little wife you are,” he whispered. Elide gulped; his hand covered nearly her entire chest, and his fingers graced the hollow of her throat.

“Please,” she gasped, licking her lips and shifting her hips to graze his cock. 

“So tiny, but like you were made for me.” He looked down to where they were almost joined. His cock jutted obscenely out over her stomach. 

“Is this what you imagined?” He asked, dragging the head of his cock over her clit before settling at her entrance. “When you told me that I’m a DILF, and how excited that makes you?”

Elide couldn’t answer, her eyes darting between Lorcan’s dark gaze and his thick cock so close to where she wanted him. 

He squeezed her thighs. “Well?”

“Yes,” she said in a broken whisper. “Yes, I imagined you fucking me so hard -“

Lorcan pushed into her in one hard stroke and Elide lost her train of thought. Lost every thought she’d ever had, honestly, as Lorcan gripped her waist and set a hard pace. 

Elide grabbed Lorcan’s forearms as he pounded into her, needing to feel even more of his warm body and to keep herself from moving around the bed with the power of his thrusts. She threw her head back at a particularly rough thrust.

“Fuck Lorcan,” she groaned, aware that she couldn’t be as loud as she wanted with Jack in the room next door. 

“God, you’re always so tight,” he grunted out, wrapping his arms around her thighs and hauling her lower half off the bed and further into his lap, letting him thrust even deeper inside her. “Feel so good. Is this hard enough for you?”

“Yes!” Her orgasm inched closer and closer. She reached down and started circling her clit rapidly. If he kept fucking her just like this, and she kept touching herself…

“I wonder how turned on you’d get if we had another,” he said, staring down at her intently. “You wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off me, would you?”

Lorcan didn’t get an answer as Elide came, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip to keep herself quiet. Warmth spread throughout her body as her orgasm traveled along her nerves, lighting her up from the inside. She was vaguely aware of a muffled groan above her and more warmth between her legs as Lorcan came.

He dropped her limp legs and bracketed his arms next to Elide’s head, careful not to crush her as he gave her a gentle kiss before rolling beside her. They lay in blissful silence for a few moments, each focusing on slowing their erratic breathing, when Lorcan let out a huff of air, then another, until he started chuckling.

“DILFs of Disneyland. How many likes did the post have?”

“Hm?” Elide mumbled, halfway to falling asleep.

“Were there a lot of comments on my post? I only saw about a dozen.”

“A lot of… what?”

“Any chance you can check your phone?”

She propped herself on one elbow to stare at Lorcan, brows furrowed. “What? You don’t know anything about Instagram or how it works.”

Lorcan rolled his eyes. “Of course I know how Instagram works. I browse it every now and then.”

“How? Your phone doesn’t have any apps!”

“The desktop.”

“Your old desktop computer?” Elide asked, flabbergasted. “I didn’t realize that thing still worked. And whose accounts are you looking at?”

“Yours, obviously.”

Oh. “Lorcan,” Elide said, grinning softly. “That’s so sweet -“

“And the DILFs of Disneyland page.”

The grin vanished from her face. “What.”

“Yeah, Rowan showed it to me when I told him we were coming here, and he said he and Aelin and their girl are planning a trip later this year. I bet him I could not only get featured on the DILFs of Disneyland Instagram account, but also get more likes than him if he manages to get featured too.”

Elide stared at her smug husband, slack jawed. “So the entire day you insisted on holding and wheeling Jack around -“

“Was because I wanted to spend time with him and so your ankle wouldn’t get sore and we’d have to leave early,” he said gently, bringing her down to lay on his chest. “But if it also meant there were lots of opportunities for me to look hot as hell while holding Jack, then that was nice too.”

“You self centered ass,” Elide said, lightly smacking his shoulder as Lorcan laughed. Elide couldn’t help but join in, shaking her head all the while. 

“Well, what did you two idiots bet on?”

“Bragging rights and the loser has to get a shirt for the winner proclaiming them the official DILF of Disneyland.”

“If you somehow win, that will be a bedroom shirt only,” Elide warned. 

“Definitely not. I’m gonna wear it around all the time. Get fucked, Rowan.”

“Then you’ll be the one to explain to Jack what a DILF is.”

“This is great,” Lorcan said, pointedly ignoring Elide. “As soon as we get back, I’m gonna email him my DILF pictures -“

“God, you’re such an old man,” Elide laughed, throwing herself dramatically on the bed next to him. “Living up to the reputation of dads being terrible with technology.”

“I make up for it in other ways, don’t I?” he breathed against her neck, his lips trailing past her collarbone and breasts and stomach and then even lower.

“Oh! Yes, I suppose you do have your strengths,” Elide mused breathlessly as Lorcan settled his head between her thighs. 

Unfortunately for Elide, Lorcan received his DILF of Disneyland shirt from Rowan, and he gloated insufferably. Fortunately for her, though, Lorcan made sure to show his wife how he became a DILF, and she couldn’t walk straight for two days. 

She had to give it to them: the DILFs of Disneyland account really was the happiest place on Instagram.

#elorcan #elide lochan #elide x lorcan #lorcan salvaterre #throne of glass #tog #my fics #my fic #this is so dumb #but i still had a blast writing it #also please someone have pity on me and teach me how to make better mood board things

[crisiscutie]

Why do you think some people think just because Hojo is unattractive to them, that somehow makes him not Sephiroth's father? Do they not consider that maybe Hojo looked like Sephiroth when he was young or maybe he got his looks from Lucrecia?

*cracks knuckles* You got me stepping into hot water, now. Disclaimer: Most of this is just my opinion.

I think this phenomenon also comes from the camp of people who just want Vincent to be Sephiroth's father. While people can hold differing opinions, the cold, hard truth is that Sephiroth is, without a doubt, Hojo's son. Not only by their physical similarities, particularly in 7R, but also by the several overlapping personality traits that they share. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. If I recall correctly, they even have a similar laugh!

These strong similarities are also why Hojo projects on Sephiroth. His son is the living embodiment of his dream of transcending humanity through his scientific brilliance. He is also undoubtedly an abusive parent who displayed an unhealthy obsession with his child. He repeatedly endangered him, objectified him, and followed him obsessively. I mean, the Silver Elite existed before Sephiroth was even a teenager!

As for their personality traits, it's important to know Sephiroth and Hojo share a ruthless drive towards their goals. They do not care about morals and ethics. They will get what they want no matter what. Hojo also shares Sephiroth's intense narcissism and disregard for most humans. Yes, even pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth had shades of this as well. While Sephiroth's narcissistic tendencies can be traced back to his position as Shinra's prized weapon, it becomes more reminiscent of Hojo's narcissism after his descent into evil. I believe it's possible that Sephiroth suffers from a form of Acquired Situational Narcissism. Give that link a click to learn more about it.

Their physical similarity is debatable in older games, but in 7R? They share a much stronger resemblance. It's clear they have many similarities in their facial features, including their nose, lips, facial shape, hairlines, and so on. Of course, Sephiroth still has traits from his mother as well, some in personality and appearance. But boy, do some underestimate the similarities between father and son.

I also think a good deal of this phenomenon is due to Draco in Leather's Pants. Sephiroth is a tragic villain, but it's easy to forget that "villain" part as well. It's disgusting and tragic that our Crisis Cutie was subjected to such inhumane experimentation, exploitation, and other abuse which nobody should ever have to go through. But since Nibelheim, Sephiroth has become a sadistic and vicious man who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

He deliberately seeks to hurt Cloud, his friends, and others. He takes great care in planning his words and actions accordingly. No one truly knows if Nibelheim Incident Sephiroth was acting out of his free will or was being controlled by Jenova, but I've always believed the former, with hints of Jenova's influence. From what I believed, his intense anger and feelings of despair, he took out his frustration on the innocent people living in the town he happened to be in, killing and hurting even children. The main characters, especially Cloud and Tifa, have good reason to fear and despise him.

Advent Children Sephiroth, I consider being pure evil. He sees everyone, even his own remnants, as tools to be used and he is out to make everyone suffer. I don't think some people understand how horrifying Geostigma is. The disease not only causes physical deterioration, which happens slowly and painfully, but it also viciously attacks your psychological state. You are feeling agony and despair in EVERY SENSE. And guess who makes up a majority of Geostigma victims? Children. Especially those who come from disadvantaged circumstances. Sephiroth had it out for everyone (especially poor Cloud) in that movie.

What makes Sephiroth interesting for me is his complexity. Even though he thinks he's above humanity, he demonstrates his humanity on multiple occasions, in subtle and obvious events. He finds solace and love in Jenova as he projects his motherhood fantasies onto her. He feels that both she and he were wronged by humanity, thus need to need to enact their vengeance on the world. And not only does he feel a strong sense of belonging with Jenova, but he also desires to carry on her mission of conquering and obliterating other worlds in the universe in her name. That is some serious devotion and love right there. I recall a moment in 7R where, after the party defeats the Jenova Dreamweaver, Sephiroth just looks so dejected as he picks up Jenova's body. Seeing an extension of his mother getting hurt is obviously upsetting for him.

Jenova is a tool for him to project his fantasies onto her, and with her being a blank slate, she can transform into anything he desires, his insecurities aren't present around her. But around Cloud and others, the insecurities are present. Sephiroth deflects to protect himself and to manipulate Cloud and the group. He is well-aware of the similarity between him and Cloud. Check out this gifset for an example of those common Sephiroth deflections.

As I said in my rules, we love the Crisis Cutie at his best and worst on this blog. Although Sephiroth is a tragic villain who did not deserve the horrific abuse he suffered, he made the conscious decision to continue a cycle of pain and hatred created by Shinra.

I'm crossing my fingers that Rebirth and Ever Crisis can capture the complexity of his character and give him the treatment he deserves. I don't want Sephiroth to be woobified more than he is already, but I also don't want his villainy to get overplayed either. I want to see more of Sephiroth's complexity and his identity crisis.

#sephiroth #sephiroth ff7 #ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #crisis cutie #ff7 #professor hojo #lucrecia crescent #character analysis #ffvii #c.c rambles #final fantasy vii #final fantasy #final fantasy 7 remake #ff7r

[chaosmax]

More on: “I’m so surprised more people don’t evaluate and compare & contrast Kaiba and Diva in relation to each other more often”

I'm looking at these pics side by side and either KT just straight up has a type of fav character design that he can’t shake himself out of OR this was on purpose to draw parallels between the two making them seem like shadow figures of each other/rivals/foils--

Both have a sleeveless coat, high collar, dramatic coat tail, pendant (or at least, I still solidly believe that KT just forgot to give Kaiba’s his, or perhaps you could argue that it missing has a symbolic reason or maybe to contrast with Sera and Diva who both have a small triangle pendant, turtleneck

Kaiba: silver/gray metal arm bracers, nothing special with hair sans when he’s dueling the duel gazer/headset is on his left, kneepads, belt, and his coat has the little spikes at the waist creating the flair of the spikes at his waist

Diva: gold bracelets, decorated hair with the longer strand on his right, wrapped fabric at the waist, spikes/flair at the end of his sleeves Also, nice framing with them literally in an inverted stance toward each other. And while on the Seto’s side it’s just himself and Mokuba against the rest of the world on Diva’s side he has all the kids that have joined the Plana at his back.

Like, I’m not an artist or visual director but all of these things are almost so 1:1 I highly doubt that we WEREN’T supposed to draw these connections. This seems to be visual cues galore.

And then for the meta/story side because I am first and foremost a story and writing evaluator:

When you really stop to think about it Diva and Kaiba are remarkably good character foils of each other with a lot of the same yet different methods, actions, flaws, weaknesses, and goals/motivations.

Motivations/Goals (those outside the main conflict of the film): Diva wants to create a new perfect dimension, a Utopia collective consciousness that the Plana would create and guide others to (this is more explicitly stated in the sub). And the Shadi and revenge thing, but more on that later.

Kaiba, (again most explicitly stated in the sub with Kaiba’s pre-tournament speech about how the new Duel Disk is meant to bridge the gap between people of all race/country/creed/etc. and the Transcend Game Manga) is trying to achieve a similar thing with his games and the duel disk. He states how the body is like a prison and these barriers between people lead to bloody useless wars. His connection via games is meant to escape that. He has a bunch of kids as the beta testers for their minds are the most imaginative. Kaiba is reaching for his own collective consciousness here but in a very different way.

Methods: Diva has complete confidence in the power of the Plana. He’s been told by Shadi about this great power and has seen it in action before he even receives the Quantum Cube himself. Diva and the rest of the Plana has seen that utopia the power of the Plana can provide (and Sera even showed Yugi a glimpse of it) but there is still that level of uncertainty in the creation of this new dimension. Sera states after Diva has gotten corrupted by the ring that the Cube has the power to create a new shining world of light, but if one drop of darkness gets in there the whole thing can be corrupted.

Kaiba has complete confidence with his tech. It is a simple equation of A + B = C. It may take it a while to get there, but there is a steady and succinct step-by-step process in his mind on how to get to point A to point B. And if he runs into a roadblock one way he explores another solution--as seen by when the Dimension Ascension had its safety limits in the World of Duel Links his focus became entirely on the puzzle, and then from the puzzle to the Duel Dimension System (it’s not a time machine i s2g if I see that one more time I will sCream. Atem recognizes him. He wouldn’t if it’s a time machine. It’s the darkside of dimensions, not the darkside of time travel). Kaiba’s methods are calculated and testable. There’s a scientific process to his approach.

Actions: They have very similar goal when it comes to the wider global scope, and yet intact that goal in different ways, despite both believing they are right in their own solutions even though this point never came up between them (but did between Diva and Yugi). Diva has seen paradise and that’s all he’s interested in until Yugi challenges him about building that paradise with everyone instead of gifting it to a few.

Aside from that conflict point though, Diva and Kaiba are pretty similarly ham-fisted when it comes to their actions once the plot of DSoD kicks off. Kaiba stomps around Domino City as he sees fit, he faces his challenges head on. And he is pretty clearly 100000% done with magical things running his tournaments and creates a counter for both of Diva’s Plana powers without much of a snag.

The Duel: Then of course they duel each other. And in this direct challenge they are pretty evenly matched. Kaiba, who the audience knows is a powerful duelist at this point dishes out powerful attack after powerful attack and even has new, stronger monsters to fight with. Yet Diva finds a way to avoid or redirect those attacks, even being bold enough to have an attitude that feels like he’s toying with Kaiba. While few others can go toe to toe with Kaiba in a duel the match was heavily going in Diva’s favor until Seto managed to summon Obelisk by picking up with the trace memories/wavelengths in the tomb.

Death and grieving: Both of them are trying to deal with the fallout of the death of someone that played a big role in their lives, but how each of their plotlines resolve for this are opposite at the end. Despite Diva’s actions to try and get rid of Bakura being against everything Shadi taught him and the rest of the Plana kids and even Sera and Manny trying to talk him down from it he doesn’t listen. Diva gets so caught up in the pain he’s feeling instead of what he knows. He’s eager to be able to blame someone for Shadi’s death he’s ignoring that Ryou Bakura is likely not the same as the ring spirit. But when confronting Ryou and realizes the truth he can’t ignore it anymore and he lets Ryou go and the glow of the cube fades. (Remember, it was the appearance of the corrupted Manny that caused the banishment of Ryou, not Diva himself, I see this getting mixed up quite a bit) And then he is able to start to fully move past his fixation on revenge.

But Kaiba hasn’t been able to make that progress himself. Even after Yugi reassembles the puzzle himself and shows it’s empty Seto keeps hounding Yugi, spitting cruel words and still refusing to believe that Atem isn’t still within Yugi. Then, even after Atem temporarily returns that isn’t enough for him to complete his grieving process, he finds a way to travel across dimensions for one last duel.

Flaws: Seto and Diva share some weaknesses in their ambition, ego, and arrogance yet at the same time it’s a situation of the pot calling the kettle black. Due to their own respective power they both think they’re invincible. Diva shittalks Kaiba’s egotistical actions of taking over Domino City and creating his own version of a collective consciousness within Duel Links. But Diva is doing a similar thing himself by how he’s dictating who should have the right to exist and even erasing people just for standing in his way like Jounouchi. Yet at the same time Diva thinks the power of the Plana is unstoppable and plain incompressible to anyone who is not apart of it--something that he gets a rude awakening for when Kaiba deflects his attempt to distillate him in the tomb and then later when Diva gets captured.

And then Kaiba gets knocked down a peg when his duel with Diva is a close one and then again when he has to team up with Yugi in order to defeat Diva’s corrupted form.

The character paths Diva and Seto are on through dsod are very similar. The characters are alike, but different. They have plenty in common to draw comparison to yet also differences that foil each other many steps of the way. And I just find this neat ™ and am surprised there isn’t more talk about these two in relation to each other when there’s so much crossover and they’re honesty the main two opposing forces of the film. Like there is so much going on here  TwT

#yugioh #yugioh dsod #seto kaiba #diva dsod #aigami #yugioh the darkside of dimensions #the darkside of dimensions #diva aigami #this was legit in my drafts for 3 years OTL don't judge me ok. and im totally not just finally #getting around to finish it to link it in another reblog later : ") #also forgive me for this not being worded very eloquently and more being bullet points. im sure i had more planned originally #but like i said it's been 3 years and i forgot most of what i wanted to say but i still want to get out some #of my brain worms of these two being foils of each other #Obligatory im not here to argue i just find these two neet : > #long post #my posts #my meta

[southern-skies]

Rating all of Dream’s historical looks in The Sandman

Because I’m bored, sleep deprived and now suddenly hyper caffeinated in an airport at 4am. So it’s unlikely to be coherent.

Mostly about his hair (but also his outfits).

I’m a sandman simp so even the lowest of scores are still kinda high 😉

1389:

I just-

Dream, babe… wHY

I don’t think the transition in the show helped

Just focussed on his face while the hair and everything else changed around him

But

It’s not great

I mean he’s still Tom Sturridge and he’s still got a (very high) baseline hotness

But we’re quite close to that baseline rn I’m sorry hon

He looks like Noel fielding I can’t unsee it

Also his long sleeves cut diagonally are just hilarious to me

-5/10

1489:

He looks like a goth dad

Like softcore goth single dad coming to pick their son up from school

Could be kinda wholesome if he tried

Definite bisexual vibes

(Esp w that lil smile to Hob, that just confirms it)

Looks like he has a purse

And the only thing in that purse is eye liner

And a my chemical romance cd

Shirt sleeves permanently rolled up

His forearms are his one (1) flirting technique

Other than that he’s hopeless

Elegant Noel fielding now

Is that… is he wearing a cardigan???

9.5/10

1589:

90% hair gel 10% leather daddy

Fully up to the neck

Good lil catholic boy protecting his modesty

Like he was heavily into bdsm previously then found god but didn’t wanna give up his entire wardrobe

Ok maybe he still does it (I’ve ready your fics I know what he’s like)

He looks like a twink version of andrew lincoln here don’t @ me

Also he’s never looked more angry than in this

Hair is ok but looks like he wanted to experiment with short hair but said fuck that and immediately went the other direction

Now thinking of leather clad Christian borle slutty bi shakespeare in something rotten

He would’ve absolutely tried to fuck the lord of dreams (and probably succeeded)

Dear lord

5/10

1689:

MAJOR INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE VIBES

Esp with the throne like chair he’s in

Ngl actually really like it

Bet his hair is really soft…

And just his face looks so soft in this too

His genuine compassion for Hob surprising even him

I feel like red lipstick would enhance the look

FUCK

And I’m sure he has begrudgingly let Desire style the long hair

Grumbling the entire time

But a week later he’s following all their hair care tips to the letter

13/10

1789:

THAT. LIL. BOW.

Definitely one of Desire’s ideas

They probably gave him a whole colourful array of choices for hair accessories

But then was pissed off when all he chose was a black satin bow

“Brother, darling, really? Of course, I love your aesthetic… but really?”

He looks like Dick Turpin.

He’s an emo pirate.

YARR HARR

He could shiver my timbers

I don’t know why I love this look so much

He just looks so put together

And gay

Slutty gay

50/10

1889:

Hair is a bit basic again (sorry my boy please forgive me I love you)

(I guess it’s cuz I know the beauty of what is coming next…)

So it doesn’t hit the same

But I certainly love his baby steps into the world of short hair

I’m a whore for a suit so I’m here for that

Also just general respect to morpheus changing his look with the times (and as human culture changes) instead of staying stuck with his original look since the dawn of time

Flexible king *wink wonk*

Can picture him sat in a leather armchair by a fire sipping on red wine and reading a book (or brooding after his breakup)

7/10

NOW:

My god

I just-

FUCK

SO HOT

Honestly in love with this man

THE HAIR. SO FLUFFY.

And the soft black clothes underneath that fucking trench coat.

Goddamn I want that trench coat.

Like fuck all of dream’s tools, I’m coming for the coat.

And Dream himself…

I don’t know if it’s just the fact this is his main look and it’s the one I’ve been staring at for hours

But I do love this look so much

So otherworldly

Transcends time and space

The comfort of it whilst also being his uniform

Like it can be super intimidating

But he’s also able to relax when he sits down with Hob

He looks so happy omg I’m gonna cry

A modern emo goth (with the occasional feeling)

Fuck me…

Please

100/10

Feel free to tell me I’m wrong in the replies, I frequently am ;)

P.S. Tom Sturridge i love you king and you’re beautiful no matter how you look xx

#the sandman #sandman netflix #i love him #the sandman netflix #the sandman tv #sandman tv #dream #dream of the endless #morpheus #lord morpheus #the sound of her wings #tom sturridge #ratings #outfits #outfits ranking

[classickook]

paper hearts (part three): round and round

pairing: stephen strange x widow!reader

summary: it looks like america has some more tricks up her sleeve…

warnings: mentions of injuries, swearing, i think that’s it?

word count: 4.3k

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this one! please let me know what you think <3

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“i just don’t understand why he’s acting like this. one second he’s actually kind of… nice, i guess? and then the next, he’s practically kicking me off his doorstep. i mean, what is his deal?”

you were telling yelena about the disastrous events from the other day when you had been tricked into entering the sanctum and coming face-to-face with stephen after so many months apart. it was certainly a shock to your system, and you weren’t sure how you should be feeling about it. he was causing this niggling feeling in the back of your mind that wouldn’t leave you alone no matter how hard you tried.

“he is a dickhead, that’s what.”

you snorted at yelena’s honest response. “you can say that again.”

the two of you were seated outside the compound, enjoying some fresh air after your training session earlier that morning. you were sporting a pretty nasty bruise on your ribs that ached every time you moved—or even breathed, for that matter—no thanks to your counterpart who had kicked you down and then elbowed you back onto the mat. you had gotten your revenge, of course. she was also sporting a bruise of her own that just so happened to be on her left cheekbone with a matching cut to her lip from where you had punched her in retaliation. just your average sisterly bonding activities.

“okay, i will,” she replied with a firm nod. “he is a dickhead and he does not deserve you. you should get over him, his head is so far up his own ass that he can’t even see straight.”

a boisterous laugh escaped you and you practically fell over from the force of it, but had to hold yourself back from the stabbing pain in your side. “woah, where did that come from? no need to sugarcoat it, yel,” you teased.

yelena actually looked rather pleased with her response. “what? it’s true! he paid no attention to you at all. he just strung you along the whole time, asking for your help all while he was pining over his ex-girlfriend, or whatever she was, and then ignoring you.”

well, she had a point. you had felt rather sloughed at the other sanctum, helping stephen and america on their journey throughout the multiverse up until the point where you had watched as he professed his love to christine that could transcend all universes. it annoyed you that it still bothered you so much. several months had passed and you knew that you should be over all of this by now, but some incidents in life tended to rear their ugly heads at the most inopportune moments, with this being one of them.

“come on, y/n,” she continued, reaching for your hand and forcing you to meet her eyes. “you’re so much better off without him. he doesn’t deserve you.”

you smiled at her sincerity. no matter what happened, yelena would always have your back and you didn’t know where you would be without her. in fact, you didn’t know where you would be without the others within the compound as well.

you had felt alone and cut off from the rest of the world practically your whole life, up until recently, that is. now you had yelena and america, bucky and sam, even kate and clint stopped by every now and again. with them, you felt a sense of camaraderie, community—even family; you’d never really had a family before. if it weren’t for this little group you found, you probably would’ve gone down a completely different path in life, and for that, you were eternally grateful that you had been welcomed into this family you could call your own. if only they had come into your life sooner, maybe things wouldn’t have been so bad for you over the years.

“thank you,” you replied, and you truly meant it. “i really needed to hear that.”

“of course you did. i’m full of knowledge and advice, that’s what i’m here for,” she said with a smug grin, “and to kick your ass, too.”

you snorted out a laugh. “who’s the one with a busted face right now?”

she rolled her eyes with a gentle shove against your shoulder. “whatever. i just hope you’ll be happy, sestra.”

“yeah,” you said thoughtfully. “i hope so too.”

you released the kickstand of your motorbike parked out front when you felt a vibration in the back pocket of your jeans, indicating an incoming phone call. pulling it out, you saw the caller id image of america’s smiling face peering up at you.

“hey, kiddo. i’m on my way to the school now.”

“actually…” she started and your movements faltered at the hesitation in her voice. “i was wondering if it was all right for me to take the bus from school today? a couple of friends invited me to go ice skating at this cool indoor rink that everyone raves about and i’ve never been before and i’d really like to give it a try—”

you smiled fondly as the teen rambled on. while she was always welcome to ride the bus, you had insisted that you pick her up and walk with her instead, worried that a bus ride wasn’t the safest method of transportation, and that she would be much more protected with you around. however, you understood that she wanted a normal high school experience with other kids her age, especially since she was new to public schooling and new york in this universe, and she was more than capable of portaling herself out if anything happened. you just worried, that was all.

“sure, america. did you check with wong or strange first?”

“yep! they both said it was okay, but i wanted to ask you too.”

your heart warmed at her inclination to include you in any ‘parental’ decisions that needed to be made. “absolutely, it’s fine with me. do you want me to get you after ice skating?”

“well… they also invited me for a sleepover afterwards. is that okay?”

you took a moment to think. it was friday after all, and the weekend was more than an appropriate time for a sleepover and you truly did want america to create lasting friendships and have fun. “of course it’s okay, i’m glad you’re making friends.”

“awesome! thank you, y/n!” you heard the faint cacophony of cheers from her friends on the other end of the line and grinned to yourself.

“no problem, kiddo. but you call me at any time if you want me to come get you, all right? doesn’t matter if it’s two o’clock in the morning, i’ll be there.”

“i will,” she promised. “hey, would you mind stopping by my room real quick to pick up some things for me?”

you gulped. her room was in the sanctum. the sanctum that stephen managed. that meant you might risk running into him. don’t be ridiculous, y/n. it’s not a big deal. you’re acting childish, you mentally scolded yourself.

“um… couldn’t you just portal to your room and pack up some things yourself? i don’t want to pick out the wrong clothes,” you said, coming up with any excuse you could to get you out of the situation. “for instance, maybe you want the purple pajama set i got you for your birthday, or maybe you’d rather just wear that old band t-shirt you like so much instead. see? i might be completely off here. i could totally pack the wrong things and you’d be mad at me.”

her muffled giggle indicated just how foolish you were being. “i wouldn’t be mad at you, y/n. they’re just clothes and it’s only for one night. besides, i can’t portal in public unless it’s an emergency, remember? people would see! i’m trying to remain inconspicuous here,” she whispered into the phone.

time to put on your big girl pants, you told yourself. sighing in defeat, you agreed, “okay, you’re right. i’ll do it.”

“thanks, y/n! you’re the best.”

“yeah, yeah.”

“oh, and y/n?”

“hmm?” you asked distractedly, already readjusting your seat on the bike and getting ready to head out for the sanctum.

“don’t worry about bumping into stephen while you’re there.” your stomach dropped. of course she saw right through you and at the truth behind your initial hesitance, you were about as obvious as the nose on your face. “he’s off in kamar-taj today so it’ll just be wong there.”

“who said i was worried?” you asked nonchalantly.

“y/n,” she deadpanned, “we’ve spent enough time together for me to know your tells by now, and you always freak out when someone mentions stephen around you.”

you gasped dramatically, “america chavez, you take that back right now!”

“can’t deny the facts, y/n. you like him.”

“i most certainly do not.”

you could hear the smirk in her voice. “sure, keep telling yourself that.”

“whatever,” you muttered. “where do you want me to leave your overnight bag?”

“just leave it on my bedroom floor and i’ll grab it real quick.”

“how? i thought you said you weren’t allowed to portal unless it was an emergency.”

“well… as long as it’s only for, like, two seconds, and it’ll only be my arm coming through! no biggie.”

“how will you explain to your friends that your bag just magically appeared out of thin air?” you challenged.

“i’ll run outside or something to get it and tell them that you dropped it off for me. they’ll be none the wiser.”

“you know, i should probably scold you for breaking the rules, but i have to give it to you, kiddo. that’s actually pretty clever, given the circumstances.” you paused. “don’t tell anyone i said that.”

“as long as you don’t tell stephen that i’m going to portal in public.”

“you really think i’m going to voluntarily tell him that?”

“can never be too careful,” she mumbled.

you chuckled lightly. “your secret’s safe with me, kiddo. i’m heading over there now. call me if you need anything, got it?”

“yes, ma’am,” she said seriously but a giggle followed soon after and she hung up the phone.

you flipped down the visor of your black helmet and revved the engine, speeding down the roadway out of the compound and onto the main road. thickets of trees bled into residential communities and public parks that later turned into mammoth buildings that grazed the clouds, their glassy surfaces reflecting the sunlight from every angle.

you wove in and out of lanes, shifting your body from side to side as you maneuvered your motorbike around scattered cars and taxis, but your bruised ribs were acting up and caused a sharp jab of pain to radiate down your side. huffing out a breath, you finally reached the main part of the city but turned down some familiar backroads that would lead to the sanctum. turning onto bleecker street, you saw the old brick building with ornate wrought-ironed balconies and intricate designs within the circular window up above. the sanctum really was quite beautiful, and maybe you would actually stay for a bit after bringing america back from school, if it weren’t for the infuriating sorcerer who lived inside. wong, you knew, was much more pleasant to be around; always one to offer tea and kind smiles to visitors. stephen, on the other hand, maybe not… at least, you hadn’t allowed yourself an opportunity to see if he would or not, always escaping before he could come downstairs and greet america in the foyer.

on a normal day, you would typically leave your motorbike parked on a side street between america’s school and the sanctum so you could walk between both places relatively quickly before driving back to the compound; however, without your usual companion and task of picking her up from school, there was no need to do so, instead, you parked alongside the curb that bordered the sanctum.

knocking down the kickstand, you removed your helmet and hung it around the handlebar before swinging your leg over and approaching the large double doors. you inhaled a deep breath and then pushed them open with ease. once again, you familiarized yourself with the interior of the sanctum but didn’t allow yourself to linger for too long; you wanted to get in and out as soon as possible just in case stephen decided to pop in unexpectedly.

there weren’t many bedrooms inside the sanctum that you could see, but the door with posters plastered to every inch of wood along with a cheeky sign that said do not disturb unless you have pizza somehow just screamed ‘america.’

you let yourself inside, weaving around a bean bag chair and bookshelves stacked high with an array of novels and comic books until you found her closet, pulling out some pajamas and a change of clothes for tomorrow.

stepping back out into the hallway to grab toiletries she would need, you bumped into stephen who was meandering about the sanctum and must have heard you rummaging around. so he was here after all and america had tricked you yet again. damn it. you cleared your throat as he approached. “strange, hi.”

“y/n… what are you doing here?”

you held up america’s overnight bag and shook it a bit as if that would clear up any confusion. “packing a bag for america. she’s spending the night at a friend’s house and asked me to get this ready for her. she told you about it, right?”

“she did,” he said, “but i wasn’t aware that you would be stopping by to collect america’s things in her stead.” he paused for a moment and then asked, “do you need any help?”

you were genuinely surprised by his offer. “oh. um… sure, i guess. could you tell me where her bathroom is?”

he led you down the hallway until you came upon a single bathroom with what could only be america’s belongings as you doubted stephen or wong used mascara, hairspray, and lip gloss on a daily basis. you gathered her toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, and nightly retainer that she despised wearing and neatly placed them all in her bag. zipping it up, you returned to her room and set it just inside the door so she could portal through and grab it. as you bent down, however, you felt a twinge of pain in your ribs where yelena had so lovingly kicked you earlier. you huffed out a strained breath and held your side as you stood up straight.

“what’s wrong?”

you turned around to find stephen standing off to the side, having watched your little display of discomfort. you felt a bit embarrassed but tried your best to brush it off, rolling your shoulders and facing him fully. his brow was slightly furrowed as his eyes scanned your body, looking for the reason for your reaction.

“oh, it’s nothing. just a little training mishap from earlier. i’ll be fine,” you said with a wave of your hand.

“you’re not fine,” he replied firmly yet you detected a hint of softness in his voice as well. “let me take a look at it.”

your eyes widened at his suggestion. no way in hell would you let him get that close to you, it seemed much too… friendly, intimate. you had managed to keep your distance from him, to a certain degree, up until a pesky multiverse-jumping teen happened to intervene with her own personal schemes for the two of you.

“no, really. i’ll be fine. it’s not like i’ve never been injured in a fight or on a mission before,” you reasoned.

“if simply bending over is causing you pain like that, it could indicate that your ribs are broken.”

once a doctor, always a doctor. “okay, fine,” you sighed in defeat.

“take a seat,” he said as he conjured a wooden stool out of thin air to rest in front of you.

you followed his directions and sat down, trying your hardest to hide just how uncomfortable you felt, and it wasn’t because of the stool.

“may i?”

you rolled your eyes but lifted your shirt enough for him to view the purpling bruises covering your side, tucking the fabric under the band of your bra so it would stay out of the way for now.

goosebumps formed as you felt the warmth of his breath brush against your skin when he leaned in closer to you and surveyed your injuries, and you sincerely hoped he didn’t notice. his cerulean eyes took on an intensely-focused gaze, forehead creasing in concentration as he assessed your injuries. such a doctor. he ran his thumb along your ribs, the rough calluses scraping slightly but not uncomfortably, as he applied just enough pressure to make you flinch. “that’s what i thought. two of your ribs are broken.”

“great,” you sighed as you pulled your shirt back down.

he returned to his full height and fixed you with a look, his features serious and leaving no room for argument. “they should heal on their own within three to six weeks. until then, make sure you rest and ice it regularly, take ibuprofen as needed.” you nodded along up until he added, “and no more riding that death trap of a bike.”

“what? how am i supposed to get around?”

“if you hope to heal anytime soon, you need to take it easy,” he replied firmly. “have someone drive you or get an uber if you really need to.”

you pinched the bridge of your nose between your thumb and index finger. whatever, you would agree with him just to get out of here and then you would return to life as normal; what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

“okay… then what about my bike for now? it’s parked out front and i can’t just leave it here overnight. someone might steal it.”

“what bike?” he asked with a quick snap of his fingers.

your eyes narrowed at him. “what did you do?”

“returned your bike home for you,” he shrugged as if it was obvious. “looks like you’ll need another form of transportation for the evening and i just so happen to have a sling ring right here that can take you wherever you want.” he wiggled his fingers to better emphasize his point, the tarnished gold ring sat snug around his index and middle fingers.

as if you needed any further proof other than the fact that a sorcerer stood in front of you and who you had seen wield magic many times now, you still peered out the window to confirm that, yes, your motorbike had indeed magically disappeared as if it was never there in the first place. you turned back to him and arched a brow. “all right, i’ll give. considering i don’t really have any other choice, thanks to you.”

“i’m glad we were able to come to an agreement,” he replied with a self-satisfied smirk. “now, if you’re ready?”

“sure,” you exhaled, lifting your hands in surrender. “beam me up, scotty.”

stephen looked down as he twisted the sling ring around his fingers and you almost missed the way his lips twitched into a smile. “not quite how it works, but i suppose the intent is similar.”

his scarred hands swirled around in a circular motion until an outlining of golden sparks sizzled in front of you, and within that little portal window was a glimpse of the entrance to the compound. he had ‘walked’ you home, so to speak, right up to your doorstep. you hesitantly stepped out, not entirely knowing how portal-travel worked, and eyed your surroundings as you jumped from one part of the city to another within seconds. there was a sort of tingling sensation, not unpleasant, that kissed your skin as you passed through and landed safely at the front door. you turned back to see stephen still standing on the other side of the portal, watching your reaction in amusement.

“thanks for walking me home, doc,” you said with an easy grin.

his lips lifted at the corners into an almost-smile. “you’re welcome.”

nodding at him in dismissal, you started to reach for the door handle when his soft voice reached your ears and stopped you in your tracks. “wait.”

here we go again, you thought, thinking back to the last time he had bid you farewell. but he surprised you with different parting words this time.

he hesitated slightly before offering you a quiet “see you around, y/n” and promptly stepped back as the portal closed, your response dying on your lips now that he had vanished without a trace.

or maybe not…

as the golden sparks flickered out, a small piece of paper floated to the ground where stephen had stood just moments before. bending down to grab it, you noticed a series of numbers written in chicken scratch, as if the writer was in a hurry. your brows furrowed in confusion until realization washed over you: it was a phone number.

your eyes scanned the number over and over until you practically memorized it, then placed it in your jean pocket as you walked inside the compound. you made a quick stop to the kitchen and grabbed an icepack from the freezer and came upon sam and bucky who were seated around the table and arguing over the difference between sorcerers and wizards, for some odd reason. how fitting, you thought, considering who had just dropped you off.

pulling yourself up the staircase and breathing out a curse with each step as pain radiated up your side, you reached the comfort of your bedroom and heaved yourself onto your neatly-made bed, trying to find a comfortable position that wouldn’t irritate your ribs any further. you wrapped the icepack in a thin towel and placed it on your swollen ribs, wincing at the contact.

you laid there for who knows how long before an idea popped in your head. reaching inside your pocket, you pulled out the paper from earlier and internally fought with yourself over what you should do. you figured you might as well try to be friends with stephen because clearly avoiding him wasn’t working out too well for you, thanks to america’s endless schemes. and it seemed almost kind of sweet that he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries or make you feel uncomfortable, instead, he had offered you his number and left the decision up to you whether you would reach out to him or not.

you huffed out a breath. what’s the worst that could happen? it was just a bit of harmless texting. at least it would pass the time before you turned in for the night.

is the doctor in? you texted.

a few moments later, you saw the familiar speech bubble of three dots that indicated he was currently typing.

that depends… who’s asking?

your favorite patient, of course.

hmm… do you have an appointment?

you rolled your eyes as you typed out a response. i would assume so. he did provide me with his personal number, after all.

you must be pretty important, then.

i suppose so, though i’m not sure why he gave it to me. i didn’t really think we were that close.

maybe this is his attempt at reaching out.

you swallowed around the lump in your throat. what did he mean by that? was he being serious or was this just part of the game? maybe… you typed out, not knowing how else to respond.

a few moments passed before his speech bubble popped up. how’s the injury doing?

icing it as we speak.

good. and i meant what i said earlier, no more riding that bike for at least three weeks. he ended his statement with an angry face emoji and you choked out a laugh.

aye aye, captain, you replied.

his only response was an eye-rolling emoji. you laughed again and had to press a pillow down on your ribs to keep from injuring them further.

maybe stephen wasn’t such a stick in the mud after all.

i guess i better turn in for the night and get some rest, you texted. doctor’s orders.

you saw the three dots pop up and then disappear a few times until you finally got a response. goodnight, y/n. sleep well.

“looks like someone wasn’t being truthful yesterday,” you said as america stepped outside her friend’s house the following morning, shielding her eyes against the sun as she approached you.

“who, me?”

“you would be the one i’m referring to, yes. you said strange wouldn’t be there but guess who i happened to bump into?”

“oh, did i say that?” she smacked her forehead. “i meant wong would be going to kamar-taj for the day, i must have gotten their schedules mixed up. my mistake,” she said simply.

you quirked a brow at her. “i’m on to you, chavez.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with a mischievous glint in her brown eyes.

“mhmm.” you grabbed her bag and plopped it in the backseat of the car you had borrowed from sam until you could get back on your bike again. america hopped in the passenger seat and waited for you to walk around the front and sit behind the wheel. she looked like an excited puppy, practically bouncing in her seat as she gazed over at you.

“soooo… what did you two talk about?” she asked, resting her hand on her chin.

rolling your eyes, you pushed her face away from you and started the ignition. “not cool, kid. you’re going to pay for that little trick of yours.”

america leaned back in her seat and faced forward, but as you looked across the console at her, you saw that she was still beaming.

what the hell was she up to…?

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#paper hearts #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor strange fic #doctor strange fanfic #doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange x you #doctor strange x y/n #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange fic #stephen strange fanfic #stephen strange fanfiction #stephen strange x you #stephen strange x y/n #stephen strange x reader

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

I suppose I should talk about possible/confirmed plan changes to my WIPs?

(Fair warning: I've mostly calmed down, but I don't want to work myself up again, so I'm gonna be writing in a normal tone. I promise I'm not ignoring or trying to make light of the whole thing! I just don't wanna talk too deeply about it. All the love and support to Shelby Shubble & all victims of abuse!!!💖)

First off, I believe characters are separate from their creators- anyone who continues to create content about c!Wilbur has my support and respect!

(I will most probably continue to consume content related to c!Wilbur as well, though I will tag him as "c!Wilbur" now, rather than "Wilbur Soot"- I've been tagging all dsmp characters only as their corresponding CC's names, mostly out of laziness. For instance, c!Tommy wasn't tagged as "c!Tommy", he was tagged as "TommyInnit". I don't want to change my whole tagging system, but c!Wilbur at least will be tagged as "c!Wilbur" from now on!)

None of my writing was RPF in the first place, it was all about the characters- but I'm not sure if I myself am ready to freely write c!Wilbur or fanfiction!Wilbur stuff yet. Maybe I never will be; idk.

So here are the changes I'll be making!

DSMP Superpower AU: c!Wilbur will stay. I was planning to include all the DSMP characters(The 'mains', at least, I'm not sure about secondary characters yet), and the notion of leaving c!Wilbur out doesn't really appeal to me. So c!Wilbur will still appear here!

Temporal Transcendence: Honestly, at first I thought TT!Wilbur would be irreplaceable, but after some thought, I was surprised to find it might just work! Karl and Niki would play bigger roles than I expected, but it could definitely work. Heck, it might even be better than the original plan! So I think Wilbur will likely be cut from TT.

Oshi No Ko but Happier AU: I'm on the fence about this one. Wilbur's character isn't CRUCIAL crucial, but he's still pretty important. The outline of the plot will look much different if he does indeed end up getting cut out. So I'm gonna mark this WIP as a solid "idk" and just work it out as I go.

Rarepair Royalty AU: I've never talked about this AU. This one is a bit funny, cuz cutting Wilbur's character out actually solves some of the problems I had with the outline! The plot will actually work out better if Secondborn Prince Wilbur didn't exist- so he's definitely cut from this one! I just need to find someone new to pair with Karl. (Probably Seapeekay; I have the currently ongoing MCYT crackship brackets to thank for the ship!)

Lucky Star: Another fic that's never been talked about- this one is my newest WIP! :D I wasn't even sure where I was going to fit Wilbur in- a character called Wilbur never even existed here. Well, he did, but I'd deleted him for plot reasons a while ago and was in the middle of trying to find another slot. (Cyberknife is Techno's dead twin in this WIP btw- he's not a replacement character for Wilbur, the twin was always going to be Cyberknife.)

Tome AU: SBI literally only serves as Tommy's rich and powerful family here- at least, up to where I've fleshed out. Wilbur's only moment in the spotlight is when he argues with Tommy over dinner, bc he doesn't like how Tommy "got stuck" raising baby Shroud with Purpled(who found Shroud in a trash can), & is caught glaring at Purpled. I'll edit him out maybe. Or leave him, he's not a major character after all. idk.

Others(Mostly Bedrock Bros-centric): Honestly, I never could figure out how to write Wilbur's character that well. So 'Wilbur' isn't too big a character in most of these. Will likely cut.

Tom and Bunnypig(Bee and Puppycat AU): You know what, I think I'm going to make this half-baked idea into a proper WIP. Wilbur never existed here either, so yeah.

CONCLUSION: The whole thing is a mess, and I'm sad and mad, as we all are, but I'm gonna stop thinking about how horrible Wilbur Soot is & focus on how brave Shelby Shubble is!

I'm intrigued at what removing a single character did to my plot outlines, and hopefully, this will open a lot of new opportunities in my writing. I'm certainly looking forward to how my writing skills will develop after this.

To everyone who's actually read through this; thank you for reading this whole thing, I know it's kinda long.😅 Have a cookie and a hug, we all need it🍪🫂 Remember to drink water & eat something! All my love💖💖

#writing stuff #Lilly writes stuff #Lilly's dsmp superpower au #Temporal Transcendence #tome au #(the rest don't have tags lol) #wilbur soot #really hoping I can stop using that tag now #support abuse victims!!💖 #dream smp #dsmp

[thewistlingbadger]

With the most recent installments to the fnaf franchise, the discussion of Cassie's father has become a main topic. The common theory is that Cassie's father is "the Bonnie bro". I'm personally against this theory and here's why

(Note: please take everything I say with a grain of salt I don't know the lore like the back of my hand and this is all just my opinion)

1. Satisfaction

The main reason I'm against the theory is because it's not narratively satisfying. This franchise is defined by its exclusively when it comes to characters. They always want to recycle the same characters we've always had. "I always come back" is literally one of the most iconic lines from the series. So to me, to have some random, no name, only mentioned once, less than a minute of screen time, ass dude become an important figure? Hell no.

2. Background info

In order to identify Cassie's father, we must use the information that is given by Cassie. Cassie is a racially ambiguous girl with some dark features who is at least a decade old. She says during Ruin that her dad works for fazbear, has had a deep love for the company, and it's also implied that she hasn't seen him in awhile. In help wanted 2, the player is an older ("hey, you look like you got kids") and masculine (listen to the burp sounds when eating food) worker for fazbear. All three of those fit the bill for Cassie's father. So if I don't think it's Bonnie bro, who do I think it is?

3. It's Micheal

In help wanted 2, there's three (maybe even 4) different time periods we play through. We play through sister location, security breach, and ruin (the additional 4th being fnaf 6). Clearly even though help wanted 2 is supposed to a fazbear employee training sim, it's so much more since the games seem to transcend time by going back and forth between past and future. So that means the player has lived through all of those times. We know for a FACT that Micheal is the main character for sister location. In fact, there ARE no other human characters in sister location besides the dead technicians (supporters of the Bonnie bro theory suggest that Cassie's dad still worked at sister location despite this). There are also multiple voice lines in the game that are extremely important! There's the stuff mystic hippo says, there's baby's lines, and "why are you so special".

Baby says "I feel bad for you" , "I like it here. It's safe, safe forever.", "i recognize you", and "you should have known I'd find you". These lines are PERSONAL. This is NOT stuff she's saying to someone she saw years ago at birthday party or to a random worker that was at sister location. This is her BROTHER, whom she has a hard history with. Why is the player so special? Because it's Michael, and he's always been important.

Michael, the first born, the one responsible for the death of CC. Michael, the one who went location to location, trying to undo the sins of his father. It's Michael that's always been the main character.

Michael also fits the bill for Cassie's dad. He's an older, masculine guy who has a history with working for fazbear, and if we're looking at how Michael looks in the bite of 1983, he and Cassie look similar. (Meaning Michael has dark features like tan skin, brown hair, dark eyes. Of course tho, it doesn't really matter what Michael looks like since Cassie could just look a lot like her other parent. Michael is also canonically white so-)

In the pizza Plex, there's a recreation of Michael's room from sister location. It's not the real room, since there's no evidence that Michael's house was built near sister location, or that sister location and fnaf 6 were one in the same. Micheal's room isn't found underneath the pizza Plex where fnaf 6 was, but in the main levels of the building. His room is also altered. The door is smaller, the show on the screen is different, and there's a message on the wall. If Michael isn't an active player at this point, why is his room here. No one else besides him would recognize that room. This also proves that Micheal was somewhat around during security breach, since that is the only time we see this room.

With that being said, let's move on.

4. Counterpoints

It is heavily stressed that Cassie's dad likes Bonnie. Michael is often associated with foxy, since he would attack CC with a foxy mask on. However, he's only associated with foxy in fnaf 4, and that's it. I don't think he would continue to associate with it decades after. Bonnie was always William's favorite and the rabbit is always associated with his evilness and empire. It's unlikely that Micheal would associate with something so connected to his father. There's two things I say to this. 1: it could be that Micheal doesn't like Bonnie/is impartial but says he does to Cassie since she's a kid and he's her dad. If little Cassie asks her dad, who's your favorite animatronic, he's gonna pick one. By choosing to stay so close to fazbear, he has to somewhat open his heart to the company a bit post the defeat of Afton. 2: when you look at the Bonnie mask in the hidden chest of PQ4 and the AR Bonnie mask in Ruin, the masks are red underneath the purple. The foxy mask is red.

At this point in the story, Micheal is "dead". He died in the fnaf 6 fire. However, given that baby, William, and others have clearly come back after the fire, who's to say Micheal can't come back as well?

So is Michael Cassie's dad? Idk, but I think there's some real compelling stuff.

#cassie's dad #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #security breach #fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin #help wanted 2 #micheal afton #cassie fnaf #mic does analysis #long post

[trowelaway-blog]

Why Stone Ocean is cursed to be underappreciated

Posting this rant here because I think people might like to read it. Wall of text ahead.

In the manga industry, mainstream publications are usually split by target demographic: shonen for boys/young men, shojo for girls/young women (think Sailor Moon, Rose of Versailles, etc), seinen for young men, and josei for young women are the main four, with shonen being THE thing people think of when they hear the word "manga". Before SBR, Jojo was published in Shueisha's Weekly Shonen Jump, alongside such titans as One Piece, Dragon Ball, and Naruto. And until SO, Jojo pretty well fit in with the shonen demographic, bizarre though it is. Fundamentally, it comes down to cool guys punching each other in cool ways, which shonen readers are absolutely down with.

But then SO comes along. Imagine Araki going to his editors at WSJ and saying "yes, this next part will be centered around a nineteen-year-old American woman in prison". It's a stark contrast to the historically-focused Jonathan or Joseph, or the Japanese cool guys Jotaro and Josuke. The whole premise is absolutely orthogonal to WSJ's target demographic; looking at SO as a whole, it's clear that Araki was pushing boundaries - for example, making Anasui first appear as a woman (he "wanted to make a character that transcended gender", which ironically FF ended up doing in the anime).

All this is anathema to the famously formulaic shonen genre, where the friendly, big-eater protagonist with a good heart who never gives up defeats enemies with the power of friendship, even from his hot-headed, abusive rival/frenemy, and also there is a Designated Girl there for some reason. There were few other WSJ titles with female protagonists; the only contemporary that comes to mind is Claymore, which only got a few months in WSJ, starting and ending in Shueisha's adjacent, less-renowned monthly publications Monthly Shonen Jump and Jump Square. (These days, there are more titles with female leads in WSJ, like The Promised Neverland, and, uhh... hm. The Emperor and I, I guess? Maybe you could argue for Spy x Family and Chainsaw Man part 2?)

In other words, SO pushed the envelope in many big ways. Interestingly, we already saw Araki start to expand his creativity beyond the shonen genre a little in DiU, and definitely in VA, where he starts to delve deeper into his idea of "fate", and where there are rumors about how Giorno was originally supposed to be a girl. But it's not just feminism - the story itself is complicated, with postmodernist touches that bring the reader's own experience into the story (i.e. the ending) and all the classic Jojo bullshit cranked up to 11 (frogs, snails, rods, "assassination feng shui"...). So it didn't exactly resonate with, say, Dragon Ball's reader base.

The final thing to remember is that SO ran from 1999-2003. All these themes that we're much more accepting of now - I mostly mean messing with gender roles - were not so unremarkable 20 years ago (at least in America; I can't comment on the gender politics of millennial Japan). It's not ancient history, but times have certainly changed; look at Guilty Gear's Bridget controversy, and ask yourself how that would've gone down in 2000, when virtually no one was coming out in support of trans people. To put Jolyne and Hermes and FF, and their bizarre adventure, in that context - it just didn't resonate with the world at the time.

For SBR and Jojolion (and, now, Jojolands), Araki moved to seinen magazine Ultra Jump, where he could be more creative and more adult. Stone Ocean got screwed over in a lot of unfortunate ways, but in my opinion the main thing was the growing pains of Araki's maturing storytelling, which just didn't jive with the typical shonen reader. The fact that Stone Ocean got published and sold at all is a testament to his existing reputation.

So yes, SO is massively underrated, and seems to have a curse on it to that effect, given how the anime adaptation was screwed over by covid (and, according to some, Netflix’s distribution). It's subtle and daring and complicated, which people reading Jojo for the fights didn't really go for. But it was not only a foreshadowing of Araki's even more matured storytelling in SBR and Jojolion, it's a magnificent work in its own right, and deserves to be appreciated as such.

(More can be said by anyone who actually has experience in the pre-2012 Jojo fandom either in the West or in Japan, which I don’t.)

#stone ocean #manga #no spoilers #wall of text #history of manga #? i guess? #jjba

[wildglitch]

A long Side tangent for the WIZ!Spidey x DCU AU

A longish post on what I think happened to the other dimension travelers. This is gonna be semi canon with the other heros! Timeline I sometimes mention. This means some of what I say is canon, some might be subject to change, while others I have decided to write total bs for.

And YK what the best part is? You get to figure out which one is which :D

Since this is gonna be focusing on a lot of other characters that aren't Peter, this is gonna be a bit longer so the characters can get at least one paragraph to them.

This is mostly gonna be off the top of my head since I only know what happens to Loki, T'challa and Bruce. The others I'm gonna figure out as we go, so we are doing this together

Anyways- let's start.

-Ok so lets break this into sections

Main canon: the one every post is talking about unless I say otherwise. Yk, the main au

Other Heros: the au where I add characters that didn't show up in the show, but canonically they do exist in the main MCU timeline so theoretically they could also survive. Yk, the Daredevil au I wrote a bit about where everyone dies, this is if they live

Absolut BS: Is there gonna be bs in the other sections? Yes. Is there gonna be anything serious in this one? Absolutely not. This is for those sweet non canon MCU characters. I try to stick to canon as much as possible, but sometimes I get an idea so good I wanna add it, but refuses cause I gotta lay in the bed I made for myself (it's fine lol). This is for stuff we know aren't canon or are very heavily implied not to be in the MCU. Yk, for funsies, (and cause team red is missing its degenerate, yes Im weak Im sorry! Deadpool you still aint canon to this until your movie comes out! You too Logan!)

With those out of the way, lets start of with the

Main Canon

-So, starting off simple are the people on the ship. T'achalla in my opinion, looking at the movies, is weaker than Peter. And since Peter dies in most of his crashes if there is no interference, the answer is clear to see. After all, the black guy always dies first :^

...MOVING ON-

No, uhh, to not just leave it like that cause, yes, it's sad- I like to think that if he dies then his ancestors and powers let him transcend a bit to the point of minor godhood. Meaning that if there were ever a godly meeting the avatars had to attend to, Peter would be in for a big surprise

-Scott, wtf happened to you bro-

He survives due to the fact he had the cloak of levitation, he has no clue what happened and due to his lower weight, gets blown away by the wind, never to be seen again. So sad

...anyways he ended up in a box-

No clue how he got there. He just knows that one minute he was disoriented as hell in the sky, the next he's stuck in some crate in some magic labyrinth with no hope of rescue. Long story short, he's stuck there for many, many months.

Scott: How Am I Still Alive!?

-Bruce is the Hulk when he gets chucked into the DCU, he's also at an old abandoned military base...why are there people here?

Ya so, apparently the abandoned base he was Hulking out at against a bunch of Zombies, wasn't so abandoned in the DCU. In Fact it's one of, if not the most top secret base there is in the U.S military. So imagine with me, this X foot tall green beast appears out of nowhere and is in some sort of rampage at this super secure military base. You're welcome, I just put Bruce on the Villains list. I can see a few JL members or maybe some YJ kids showing up and dealing with him. And since we know that Hulk is sentient enough to make friends and enemies, Hulk is sent to some top of the line prison while Bruce is unconscious in the back seat. The JL try to interrogate him, but they only get vage half formed sentences about being weak (not a good look) people (Valkyrie, his best bro, is very much missed) and a mission (protect spider...Batman filed that one away for later)

-Bucky...Ha! No

I've proven to myself that I like his character enough to make him important to Peter's Character and the Plot (since when is there plot-) so Ima save him for another post.

-Thor (+Rocket and Groot)

These 3 didn't get split up, Surprisingly. They end up traveling through Africa (yes, the whole thing) trying to find their way back. Thor in his depressive state, keeps fighting and trying to find a way to his brother, since he could tell that whatever happened to them, it happened because of Loki.

Rocket and Groot are just there, since they're aliens who have never been to Earth before, they are just treating it like that. Though they do know something happened and they aren't really in the same place as before, they aren't struggling as much as the Earth natives. Thor is also having an easier time, but he keeps forgetting he isn't well known here. It's actually a bit refreshing.

Think of it like a road trip DnD adventure as they travel through Africa then Europe then Asia, trying to find his brother but having no clue where to go. Saving people and gaining a sort of reputation as “That nice aussie that saves people'' alongside “The raccoon and Groot” (Everyone loves Groot)

Rocket Is a good dad and is just there protecting Groot and scamming people. And Groot discovers the internet. They continue to save people because that's what they did with their family, so they will continue to do that even if they can tell it's just the two of them again.

-Loki, my God…you sneaky shit-

When I tell you, Loki dropped in the middle of a league meeting. Im telling you, he dropped in the MIDDLE OF A LEAGUE MEETING! JL Light, JL Dark, YJ, the Titans, literally everyone was there! Why? 1. The league has a yearly meeting where they try to get every superhero team and hero esc people in the room so they can touch base. 2. Loki's magic…scared the hell out of them. The meeting was really soon and all of a sudden they get a really strong magic signature tearing reality apart? Yeah, they are gonna move the meeting up by a week to see what the heck is going on. Only for this British fuck to drop onto the table just ozzing out the energy they where Looking for. Yeah, you can bet all hell broke loose. 

Loki gets locked in a cell on the tower as they try to figure out who he is, but they have absolutely no experience with his realitys magic so they can't get anything off of him. Some of the more godly inclined (Captain Marvel) can tell that he's a god from another universe, but comes to the conclusion that it's best to just let things play out. 

Loki:...

CM:...

Loki: you’re quite the interesting child

CM: nOPE! You’re on your own. Good luck with that.

The hero's try interrogating him, trying to find out what he wants, and Loki is just like “nuh uh” and is just enjoying his time in his cell like the chaos god he is. Obviously he's playing all of them and getting info off of every single one of them, figuring out slowly where the other people could be and sending Peter to investigate the leads. Could he escape? Absolutely, he has walked to the kitchen more times than he cares to mention. Will he leave? No, he is in the most strategically useful place at the moment so he will stay there screwing with Batman until the League get bored of interrogating him. There are moments where they think he means no harm, and while that is true, it also means they might kick him from the tower, and he can't have that. Besides, scaring the Flash in front of everyone to keep his danger status is just so much fun.

And that everyone that should be in the Main Canon, onto

Canon Divergents: Other Heros.

Ok, so I like to think, personally, that everyone on this list died a horrible gruesome death before the episode started. But I can tell that some people like to keep them alive, and what is this if not just us having fun right? So this is a little “what if '' of the “what if ''. I don't know why they weren't in the episode, maybe they left, maybe they thought they were dead, maybe they were on another mission, who knows, you choose. But like I said, this is for fun so I’ll let you lil’ brains figure it out.

Lets start of with

-Kamala Khan. Ok so with this, Ima play with the timeline again. We never get confirmation if she blipped or not, but I don't think so(correct me if I'm wrong). So looking at her age I’d say she's around 16? In the year 2024 (holy shit thats this year-) so in 2018 when the blip/ the episode happened she would have been 10-11

You see my vision? Little 10 year old Kamala was possibly one of the youngest kids of the group, so her getting chucked into the DCU can only land her in one place. Foster care. You can make the argument that months of zombies made her jaded and able to survive the apocalypse and thus the streets considering I gave her the bangles. But I honestly think she was found right away and protected by everyone because of her age no matter the fact she has the bangle. She’s so small, it doesn't even fit her right. I think she's still a sweet, excitable little girl that is traumatized, but spent most of her time at the base being protected and cheering the others up.

 So, her being this excitable and happy gets placed into many foster homes. But she also has trauma and issues so the family realizing she's not an “easy” kid sends her back, moving her around a lot. I can totally see Peter actually finding her but the only thing keeping him from getting to her is the constant address changes and his lack of funds. 

-Darcy Lewis is truly in her 2 broke girls era as she takes the Identity of “Max” and starts working at a shitty Cafe.

-Moon Knight system

Remember how I said that only Jake was present for the Zombie Apocalypse? Well-

M: 8 MONTHS!?

S: Where are we!

M: 8 months!

S: What happened?

M: 8. Months.

S: Why weren't we here! Wait as second we- who are you 2?!

M: 8. Months…

S: Ahhhhhhhhh

J: *end me now* ( o_o)

Ya so instead of them trying to find the others, the 3 of them are actually trying to learn how to live with each other. The multiple Identities and accents are throwing Peter off

-Barton children

Ok Ima rapid fire this

Lila: somehow ends up with the arrows and being her fathers daughter, shows them up. Artimist likes her a lot

Cooper: He ends up in (you decide) city, and being his mothers son, starts doing some spy shit trying to find the others.

Nathen: lil’ baby somehow showed up at the Kents farm instead of his, and they sort of just …*adopt*. He's good friends with Jon.

Bonus points: Pizza dog is found as a Puppy by the kid and adopted as “emotional support” and “I must protect this poor dog, he doesn't have an eye for pete's sake!”

(These can not all happen, you gotta pick one kid for your hc cause I refuse to let all of the kids live no matter the au. The angst potential is the best part people)

-Last but not least Matt

He was found by a Church, the church sent him to the hospital, the hospital called him insane and sent by a psych ward, the psych ward said nope and sent him to arkham. He's pissed about it but like the reasonable guy he is, understands. Lots of the guys in there call him a “wanna be batman”.

He has no clue who that is but he is deeply offended.

I can totally see Peter finding him within a few days of looking and just going to visit him under the guise that he's his son. 

Peter:...

Matt: …

Peter: *glare*

Matt: soooo, how have you been?

Peter: I Thought You Were Dead!

Peter cant get Matt out cause Matt keeps beating the other rouges up. Peter is so done with his shit and Matt regrets nothing. That 2 face piece of shit had it coming.

Bonus point for the Batfam finding out Peter’s “Father” is in arkham. Just Bruce and Matt having the most awkward silent meeting. Neither talk for like 15 minutes at first. It's glorious.

+Miles morales. Oh you thought I was done? Tf I am! He's canon to the MCU so I’m rolling with it. Timeline wise, I’d say he's about 6-8 years old give or take. He can either A: get the spider powers and survives just like Peter until they find him, and Peter taking him under his wing, or B: im being the only person Peter could save because…idk, maybe he was having a confrontation with Aaron at his apartment and it turns out Miles was there cause he wanted to go trick or treating with him and is wearing a spiderman custom, awww, and kinda awkward for the two (mostly Aaron). Zombies come in, and Aaron sends Miles with Peter because yk, good Uncle. Yeah that works-

Miles' face is planted right in the center of brooklyn and like the good boy he is, waits for someone he knows to find him, (if lost, wait at the spot you are until they find you). He tells people his guardian is Peter Parker, but since Peter is going under a different allies, they can't find him. But Miles is determined and decides that he needs to stay In Queens so that Peter can find him, he knows he will.

And that wraps up that part which leads us to

Total Bull Shit

Yep, this is for those sweet non MCU canon characters. (No other fandom ones though, I haven't fallen that far from grace) (with this au at leasts)

These are just for the sillies and won't be canon unless they somehow become canon to the MCU (*stares intensely at Deadpool and Wolverine* sooooon)

-Wade Wilson

We all have seen the trailers ok, I see him, he's coming, we have all waited for this. And not only is he coming to the MCU but his reasoning works really well with this fic. He's crossing dimensions to fix the timeline and shit and he somehow gets chucked into this storyline as he's doing it. With his awesome fourth wall breaks, I can just see him showing up in Gotham for a bit, causing shit, and breaking Matt out of Arkham because he wants to do the Team Red thing. I can totally see him being super excited about meeting his first spidey lol. And Peter and Matt are just in a constant state of “wtf” as they deal with this guy that is apparently from the same multiverse and Universe(?) as them. Also, apparently it shouldn't even be possible for them to be in this universe, so that's fun

They warm up to each other and end up having a bit of fun I swear. He wont stay for long cause I can see this as being like a quick side plot in both the AU and the movie as he tries to get back to whatever he's doing.

-Logan. He's there for like a Minute, he gets there trying to get wade back to whatever they are doing, and ends up getting stuck too. Peter and Matt help them get back to whatever they were doing and when they offer a way back to their home, they say no for a number of reasons. Logan still ends up giving them a dimension hopping thing just in case.

-Andrew!Spidey from the main timeline NWH. Techincally hes canon, but hes also kinda owned by Sony so ima let this slide. Hes there for like just a minunte ok- he gets pulled into Deadpools And Wolverings Shit and decides “Fuck it, we ball” and helps the out. He sees little WIZ!Peter and thinks, “Holy shit, I just saw you!” and tells Peter about the weird shit he just went through with the other version of him and Peter is just amazed. Like “wow, a world where my friends are alive, a world where no Zombies came and destroyed the lives of the people I love. A world where I got to have more time with aunt May….must be nice”

Sorry-

Also- *has flashbacks to Andrew Garfield and Ryan Renolds kissing and the canonical list of people Deadpool is allowed to cheat with. ( o_o)

DP: heya hot stuff

A!S: No.

DP: yes

Wiz!P: Wtf is happening

DD: Look away kid

*Deadpool and Spidey comic dynamic of full display*

-Harry Osborn.

Peter: Hey Harry, who are those guys?

Harry: idk, my dad is working with these biochemists for a company from Russia. I think the name was some Greek monster? I don't really care. 

Peter: Oh ok, I'm gonna say hi to them

Harry: Sure, but be mindful of the creatures they’re working on

Peter: Got it!

Boom there’s your origin story. Peter just wanted to say hi to the nice looking Hydra agent and Harry let him.

Could we have him be hobgoblin alongside Peter when they are in gotham? Sure. Have it be like a nice spider that does no harm and his mean goblin bodyguard. Except it's the spider who can truly kick your ass. Also, just the absolut drama these 2 can have with each other is just *chefs kiss*

-Gwen Stacy

Just- just Gwen dude. Maybe she's from the DCU and they have a meet cute at a coffee shop. Maybe Peter Meets this super cute girl hiding out in a lab in the middle of the apocalypse. Maybe she's dead. Idk, idc, I love Gwen’s and Peter’s dynamic in TASM movies and I can see a traumatized dark humor version with these 2. Just give Peter his Girlfriend pls 

-Johnny Storm is one of Peter's best superhero friends in the comics. Spidey's first appearance is also in a FF comic, so it just feels right. Just integrate that into the story and you're golden. I can see them having inside jokes and stuff no one will ever get cause “you had to be there”.

-Nova, because I'm pulling from my experience with the 2012 show. No, I bring him in because I think it could add not only to Peter's character but also rockets and groots, considering they just heard the Xandar was destroyed, and all of a sudden they find this kid with an old bucket. They’re gonna get some feels, small as they might be.

Also, the ultimate 2012 team may have treated Peter like shite, but with better writing and stuff, these 2 could have been good friends. Sadly that doesn't really translate that well in the show imo.

Uhhhhh, anyone else for this monster of a post? No. Ok cool-

Idk when I'm gonna post the next part of the main lore stuff, but I'm gonna post this and some DC p.o.v's to flesh out some stuff. I might also post a bit of art and another fic in between the posts.

This is too long- have fun with this while I go pass out for a bit lol

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[linklethehistorian]

“The Storm” — A BSD Manga Chapter 95 Theory

Alright, so…this little meta article is probably going to be a lot less professional and more ramble-y than my standard fair, because I’m doing this off-the-cuff and not writing it and re-writing over a matter of days or weeks or months, as I usually do, but nevertheless, I want to talk about it because, although some might find it unlikely, I personally feel there is more than enough merit to the idea to put it out there, even if it later turns out to be wrong.

The rest of this will be under the cut due to spoilers for the manga up to Chapter 95 (and maybe a few chapters after that, just to be safe?) of the BSD manga, along with spoilers for the light novels Fifteen and its sequel, Storm Bringer (and maybe a small bit of 55 Minutes), so yes, bare that in mind before you proceed. 

Since I have no idea where else to start with this, let’s take a little trip back in time; it’s October 10, 2021, Chapter 95 just recently released, and I’m experiencing it pretty much for the first time with @truedge, posting the scans 3 pages at a time in our private Discord server and chatting about it as we read along.  It’s all fun, laughs, and games until the pages talking about the protective ability placed around One Order come up, and he cracks a simple joke:

At first, I laughed, and then —

All at once, it hits me like a ton of bricks. I — the one who should have been the first to recognize his ability in an instant — embarrassingly did not have this click in my head for a solid three minutes until the joke was made. Holy crap, he was right.

I stopped, looked back over the pages, scanned the manga for any information I could, and the evidence kept building and building, and pretty soon I had a solid, bonafide theory on my hands, worthy of showing to the world.

And so, I present to you my theory — a theory which ties the end of Storm Bringer and the main BSD manga together at last: what I like to call “The Storm.”

“But Linkle! Arthur is dead by current time! There’s no way his ability can be involved with guarding One Order!”  …Just…hear me out.

Physical Appearance

First of all, please take a good look at the ability guarding One Order, which we are shown in Chapter 95, and compare it with the canonical light novel interpretation of Arthur’s very unique ability, Illuminations, as shown in Fifteen and Storm Bringer.

Here is the ability guarding One Order:

And here is Arthur’s ability (bear in mind they are showing many cubes together here, but they are all cubes like the above).

Illuminations is a very unique ability; there are none that look like it, and I have a very hard time believing that this is just a coincidence. 

Facts, Attributes & Powers

However, that is, of course, not at all the sole evidence for my theory. Next, let’s review the basic facts we know about the ability placed around One Order:

1) It was put in place by the European authorities many, many years ago (presumably around the time of the Great War) as a failsafe to prevent misuse.

2) It is a dimension-severing ability — an ability that creates its own dimension and protects that which is inside from being reached by those outside through these means.

3) It cannot be destroyed by force or through any other physical means.

Now what do we know about Arthur’s Illuminations? How does it compare to this description?

Well, for the first point, Arthur is a European ability user employed by the French government as a special agent/spy due to his incredible Transcendental powers; he is said to be the “heresy of heresies” — e.i., the strongest of all Transcendentals/Transcendents (you choose the name, I prefer Transcendental and not Transcendent), whom themselves are the strongest ability users in the world, numbering only in the tens, and all appear to be European in nature. (It is stated that the Hunting Dogs were artificially enhanced to try to rival them in the Great War, as Japan has no natural-born Transcendentals.) I hardly think it impossible to say that the European authorities might have called upon Arthur Rimbaud to protect One Order with Illuminations, placing a hyperspace around it to keep it from harm or misuse. Furthermore, as I said before, to my memory (please correct me if I am wrong), One Order seems to have been implied to have been created, or at least sealed away, roughly around the time of the Great War; many Transcendentals, if not all of them, were made to fight in this war, likely including Arthur, so he almost definitely would have been on-hand to ask, and quite willing, given his hatred of war.

Speaking of which, this may also loosely be seen as connecting to the words the Frenchman spoke to Dazai regarding the subject of war in Fifteen; after all, he seemed to have a very strong opinion then about believing war is truly not necessary for living, but how, despite that, “someone will always try to get ahead of the others”, and that is why the world does not have peace. Given this mindset, I think it would be logical for the European government to want his help, as choosing someone who sees the world this way would be very beneficial when wanting to keep that very thing that could allow someone to “get ahead of others” out of everyone’s reach.

As for the second and third point, that pretty much describes Arthur’s ability exactly, doesn’t it? Illuminations is an ability that creates a subspace (or many subspaces, as Arthur has been shown to be able to create a multitude of them before) which exists in its own dimensions in which all known laws of physics do not apply in the way we would expect them to, and only the things and people which he decides to allow can get in or out of that space, at the time when he decides to allow it. It is even (according to the canon novels at least, and not the ridiculous anime adaption) an impenetrable barrier that cannot truly be destroyed physically, even by Dazai himself, and was well capable of containing him.

Storm Bringer’s End, Paul Verlaine, & the Mysterious ‘Storm’

Now, that all sounds well and good, of course; if Arthur were still completely alive, I’m fairly confident I could have just ended my theory here at “the ability protecting One Order is, in fact, Illuminations” and called it a day, considering all of the overwhelming evidence that they are one and the same gift.

Unfortunately, Arthur being ‘dead’ in present time makes that a bit…harder.

…Or at least, that’s what you’d think from looking at it from a quick glance. In reality, there’s actually a very simple solution to that ‘problem’:

Namely, Arthur isn’t really, truly, fully ‘dead’.  At the end of Storm Bringer, Arthur rescues a dying Paul, revealing that he is a ghost and has remained in the world with his ability still fully intact and able to be actively used, by also using it on himself at the moment of his initial death at the hands of Chuuya and Dazai, creating a singularity.

As he gives that singularity to Paul by placing a part of his ability in his heart to keep him alive, we watch Arthur fade away, which we presume to be him ‘dying’ a second time, even as a spirit, but…no. It very clearly states that it is a ‘redshift’ — essentially, Arthur’s spirit is shifting away to some unknown place or dimension, out of sight, but not obliterated. Not gone.

Professor N, in this same story, states that an ability cannot keep existing without its owner being alive in some manner, so the very fact that Paul is even still alive through a part of Arthur’s ability in and of itself implies Arthur’s soul is also still alive and out there somewhere.

But let’s take it even a step farther: I’ve seen so many people talking about the end of the book, where Paul is still in the Mafia basement to this day, waiting for his storm. What is “the Storm”? It’s an obvious lead-on that Paul will appear in the manga at some point — as if him being an executive didn’t already make it a given. But what does it mean? What is Paul waiting for?

To me, the answer is obvious.

It is established in Storm Bringer that the only thing, the only person, Paul is interested in seeing — the only thing that could ever motivate him to go outside — is Arthur Rimbaud. Then, we are told about “the Storm”, which apparently is also another reason. Normally, that would seem a contradiction, yet…what if they are one and the same?

Everyone thinks that “the Storm” is referring to some big, cataclysmic event, and maybe to some extent that is also true, but I think it actually may mean something else — something far more personal to Paul, his overall character, and his author namesake.

In real life, Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud’s romantic relationship was referred to again and again, infamously, as one thing: ‘stormy’. They had a “stormy relationship”. 

Dare I say it is hardly unexpected that Asagiri-sensei might just have chosen the term “storm” for a deeper reason than just some allusion to an ominous event in the near future? Yes, I do dare; as someone who knows the life stories of their irl selves incredibly well, I can confidently say that the amount of information and love our BSD creator put into their characters is staggering, as some of this information that is referenced is extremely hard to come by. There is no reason to think that he wasn’t acutely aware of how their relationship was so commonly defined or that it didn’t play a role in that decision. Not to me, at least. I don’t think it’s an accident at all.

That said, it could and probably does simultaneously refer to a cataclysmic event as many theorize, as well — but more specifically, one involving Arthur in some way. One like this.

If things go south with his vampire plan, and Fukuchi’s only remaining option becomes destroying the ability sealing One Order — an ability which cannot itself be destroyed, mind you — his only recourse would be to find the ability user maintaining it and kill them. And if this theory is true, that means finding Arthur’s soul and destroying it — something which Paul would absolutely find a to be worthy reason for him to finally leave the basement and stop it. Or, alternatively, it could mean him finding out Paul has that ability in his heart, mistaking it for belonging to him, and trying to kill him. Perhaps even both.

Either way, the situation plays out the same: Paul would have to go outside to defend the one thing that matters to him. And would he be capable of it? Well, it’s unclear how much energy for his ability Paul has, actually, since his singularity was destroyed and replaced with Arthur’s, but regardless of the answer, I wholly believe he could fight and defeat Fukuchi if it came to it.

With all of his strength and abilities, or even a fraction of it, he’s more than matched against that man, given he was able to take on almost 30 ability users and 500 armed mafiosos at once and still survive in Storm Bringer just using his lowest level powers.

But even in the event he were completely without power, I could still see it happening. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the strongest ability users in the Port Mafia are mostly being picked off and turned into vampires or otherwise removed. After all, what is the continued theme of this arc that Fyodor mentioned many chapters back — with Sigma, with Aya, and I’m sure many more to come?  It isn’t the person with the strongest ability that will come out on top, it is the ordinary, desperate man who has nothing to lose in the fight.

And Paul absolutely has nothing to lose. Everything he wanted has already been lost.

…Or has it?

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[punkpandapatrixkdailyread]

あんたってやさしいの～ antatte yasashii no~／Bish, you good, OK?

Moon Day 15 in Aquarius／Full Sturgeon Moon

day’s V I B E – Queen of Cups Rx

‘We live in a world where being too kind is a disadvantage.’

The full moon in Aquarius is finally here. How are you feeling? Are you healthy? I sense that most people who have been working on selecting energies to entertain in their immediate Reality will have a high energy in spite of today being a full moon.

Some people find themselves sleepy as fuck when the full moon is around. Or they could be really clumsy and bump into things constantly LMAO This is actually caused, somewhat, by potent energies that aren’t channelled well. Full moon times are typically wonderful for manifestation. During the time the Moon is at her brightest, everything in our inner world becomes illuminated and we get the chance to take a good look at everything we own. Be it possession, people or environment!

A lot of people become overwhelmed by the chaos and general sense of dissatisfaction/lack in Life when the full moon shines the brightest. It’s like that meme that says, you’ve got so much to do you don’t even know where to begin so you just take a nap instead. Yup. If you resonate with this group of people, know that you’re not doing something wrong. You just have a lot of internal noises and mess to take care of and you can totally clean up one thing at a time every day. Maybe even slower than that: one thing at a time during each full or new moon. That sounds a lot easier, right?

The Queen of Cups in reverse today is reminding us the need to be a graceful and kindhearted Queen of emotions and feelings but not to a point of being taken advantage of by shameless takers who do not set a limit for themselves. You may think to yourself, ‘Uhh, bish, I’m not even that nice,’ but a lot of people who think they’re nasty or less than good are actually a lot kinder than they give themselves credit for.

How many toxic people in your Life are you still keeping because you’d feel bad if everybody left them behind? Are you still showing up to the job you hate because there are others depending on you? Or are you still showing up because you need the money to feed your cats or children? That’s kinda responsible😉Really, more than you realise, you’re a lot kinder, just maybe in ways that are not always in your face😝

But today, with this Supermoon in Aquarius, it’s time to really sort out your priorities. Your kindness, charity and generosity, shouldn’t be the reason you’re held back in Life. Leave those that aren’t serving you or making you happy anymore. Say your thanks that they were there when you needed help or whatever else. But now you’ve got to evolve, you’ve got to transcend, because the world fucking needs your TALENTS, baby!

Priestess of Energy

m o o n a v i g a t i o n ♥︎

‘TO A FUTURE I BELIEVE IN. TO A FUTURE IN WHICH I SHINE. I PROTECT MY FUTURE WHICH IS IMPORTANT TO ME. I FIGHT FOR THE FUTURE I WANT.’

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[jeremiahofphilo]

Helloo florist.

I was going and I saw that your flowers were looking so breathtaking that I couldn't help but get mesmerized by them.

You are really great at your work.

I was wondering I should get some flowers for my boyfriend. He looks cold on the outside but he's a literal FLUFFY ball on the inside. Can you suggest me flowers that would suit him?

Hey if it isn't another masked wonder.

A literal fluffball? How does he breath with all that in his lungs? I kid, I kid. Let's see...

You know what would be cool... Some cotton stems, they're not a main attraction but they make nice fillers and aesthetic touches. Throw some peonies or daisies in there, maybe some miniature roses, and you've got a bouquet. I'm a firm believer that sometimes the visual aesthetic and personal meaning transcends whatever flowerology humans can come up with.

Go with colors you know he likes. Men don't get flowers often, men are simpler than you think. Just knowing you picked something and were thinking of us? We love that.

#jeremiahs bouquet box #petal; anon #answered

[lenny-rambles]

About "in another life (and in this one as well)"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39941298/chapters/100016535

Title: in another life (and in this one as well)

Author: tibuki

Relevant tags ig: zolu, timetravel, fluff

A cute time travel post-wano ZoLu fic! Real good, definitely a delectable read for any ZoLu fans. Maybe more so for main Zoro fans, because it's kinda Zoro-centric.

Let me start by saying I ADORE time travel fics. The possibilities they generate for angst are just *chef's kiss*. However, this is not an angsty fic, it's fluffy with the right dose of shenanigans for a 3.9K word work. Also, this is all my own subjective opinion, with no ill intentions to anyone, so please keep that in mind.

Now, spoilers for the fic and the Wano Arc ahead, BEWARE.

The way that old!Zoro knew from the start not to say anything because Luffy wouldn't want a boring adventure is SO on point! Robin deducing THEY got married because Nami officiated the wedding IS such a Robin thing to do, I love her so much.

AND JEALOUS YOUNG!LUFFY AAAHHH. I know we all know Zoro is DEVOTED to the man, but I really like it when people also show Luffy's possessiveness and adoration for Zoro. We do forget sometimes that Luffy WENT SEARCHING FOR HIS SWORDSMAN, ahh, I love them.

Oh! And jealous Sanji? Absolutely perfect. He CANNOT understand for the life of him why someone would choose anyone, LET ALONE ZORO, over Hancock. And to be fair, he has a point! Anyone not interested in men would absolutely pick Hancock over Zoro. Maybe even people interested in men would pick Hancock over Zoro. But this is not about any person. This is about Luffy and Zoro, and how it's always been just them!

It's just, really nice. Young!Luffy saying "ah, all right, you can keep it then!" EXCUSE ME?! This man was GOING TO TAKE OLD!ZORO'S RING?!!! What a petty thing to do, I love it. AND THE KNUCKLE KISS. THAT'S SO TERRIBLY DEVASTATING. IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE!!!! Young!Luffy's brain just shortcircuited right then and there, beautiful.

AND THE SCAR MOMENT!!! Can I get more appreciation for scar moments in ZoLu Fics? Like, you guys, scars work so different in the OP canon. We know these people have been stabbed, punched, and went through basically every hell imaginable and the number of scars canon to them is actually really low!!! Like, Zoro's got 4 (1 each foot, the chest, and the eye) and Luffy's got 2 (under the eye and chest). I like the theory that scars only appear when it's an emotionally cathartic moment, when some BIG FEELINGS happen.

So old!Zoro having a burn scar over his heart, matching with Luffy, can only mean so many things, you know? He is, once again, willing to lay down his life in exchange for Luffy's, and looks like it could've been on instinct, not something old!Zoro actually planned for. All the same though, 'cause THE MOMENT young!Luffy sees the scar Zoro Knows he's not going to like it. And the implication of Luffy killing Akainu in the future? Incredible, great!

Also, before I forget, and it was a short scene, merely a few dialogues, but I adore when people get Zoro's Conqueror's Haki to show. Like, honestly? I think about both Luffy and Zoro being Conquerors a lot, but the fic is not about that, so I won't delve too much into it. But the reaction of crew, as if they didn't expect him to have it? It just shows how much the crew (and a lot of the fans, let's be honest here) have internalized how down-bad Zoro is for Luffy, and so don't really see him as a leader.

The off-hand comments about Law are funny! Poor Law, stuck on a friendship with the Straw Hats that will transcend all their lifetimes, sucks to be you. They truly only do what they want, and Law's gotta deal with it, oh well! I just wanna know what Law was trying there? Like, man, how do you even fuck up a shambles that badly? Hold on, now that I think about it. It could've been just Zoro getting lost in the shambles. I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest. And Law has to sort it out on his own lmao.

And we'll, the end? The younger versions of them confessing and holding each other?!!! AHHHHHHH It's great, fantastic, awesome. I just really liked the way Luffy's mannerisms came through, I know it's difficult to get them right, so the author did a great job there!!! If I might say something I wasn't the biggest fan of, was young!Luffy's hesitance when talking about their feelings. I'm just nitpicking here, it just doesn't match the way I picture Luffy in my head, but Luffy IS a hard character to portray, in any media, so once again, great work author. It ended sweetly so no harm done.

Now, young!Zoro's reaction to the old!crew? Incredible! He's just SO CONFUSED, old!Luffy might be taller than him! Sanji finally let his hair grow and Usopp's got muscles!!! (let's go Sanji and Usopp's character growth being reflected in their appearance, looking like they are most comfortable with, truly loving themselves) (sorry I just love them as well). The time young!Zoro spent in the future seemed so little in comparison, but it's really entertaining nonetheless.

And finally, when both Zoros are on their respective times, the conversations they have are just- I love my dumb funny pirates. Luffy's may be a bit dumb but he's not stupid!! He knew how to get Zoro to kiss him!!! I love a sly Luffy, even if only he and I think he's being sly. In the end, they are both no-nonsense, so they share a kiss rather sooner than later. Adorable, sweet ZoLu kisses that are just perfect to tie up their side of the story.

And now, the very last scene of the fic, ANOTHER SCAR MOMENT WOOOOOOO. They wake up in their bed many years later and suddenly there's not a burn scar anymore in old!Zoro's chest, and old!Luffy's reaction is also peak Luffy reaction. The tenderness they share, almost afraid it's a dream, agh, my heart!!! The time travel is actually able to change the future so they get to prevent 1 bad thing, and get 1 good thing before. I see this as an absolute win.

All and all, it was a very good fic, would recommend if you like sweet ZoLu stuff. It is well-written and made for a good insomnia past-time.

Anyways, thanks for reading my ramblings about this. Please read the fanfic and then some more.

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