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rusmii · 6 months

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─── xxx...mr. mafia!

paring: n. chuuya x fem!reader/self insert

— ᥫ᭡ : the strange redhead you healed a few weeks back has been nothing but persistent on getting you to join 'mori corp'. what happens when you are found by him in the middle of the night? an official recruitment to the port mafia happens, of course.

— ❣︎ : recruiting, literally false advertising their slogan, smug n teasing chuuya, reader is a very dumb bitch *i dumbified her guys*, THIS HAS NO PLOT GUYS !! just wanted to write chuuya, idk what else to put here

— ♡ : another self-indulgent fic except it's a self insert with my husband bc I've been neglecting him </3

[pt2 to mr. mafia!]

-- wc : 930+

“boo,” a whisper came from behind you.

you jumped up from where you were squatting at and clutched your ear, “what the fuck?!” you scream as you turned around to see what kind of sick crazy fuck likes scaring girls in the middle of the night.

upon turning around, you were met with a redhead beauty who adorned a devilish smirk. “the hell is wrong with you??” you ask him— he, in return, just gave you a lopsided smile along with another business card in his hand. “pretty and strong girls belong in the workforce, no?”

“no,” you deadpan and turn away. he crouches down to pick up the business card you smacked away from his hand before it flew away.

a meow interrupted the scene, and you spin your head back to where the cat was— only for it to be running elsewhere. “no!!” you cry, “the cat!”

chuuya looked past you and saw the cat jumping off a container, “cats gone,” he shrugs his shoulders. “consider it?” he held out the business card again, and you scoffed, “i'd have already considered joining mori corp if you were 90’s hot.”

“90’s hot?” chuuya repeats, confused as hell when you smack the business card back to the ground. “yep.” you confirm as you walk around him. chuuya stood there gobsmacked for a moment before turning on his heels to follow after you.

“wait-” he grabs your arm, “-the hell does that even mean?”

“what else do you think it means?” you sigh and try to yank your arm back, “it means leonardo dicaprio.” you scoff, “and give me my arm back!” you huffed— chuuya watched you struggle getting his grip off you, “okaayy, so not so strong?” he teases, and you just wanted to slap that stupid sloppy smirk off his face.

“hey!” chuuya jumps back as he blocks your incoming bag, “pretty girls can still join!- you don't always have to be strong,” he points to himself, “we've plenty of that already.”

you roll your eyes, “ughh.. don't tell me you're the persistent type.” you moan and chuuya gave you another smile, “aww, how'd you know? didn't know i already caught your attention.” — “you didn't!”

he laughs to himself, “yeah whatever you say.”

you bit your tongue, refraining from spouting the meanest bullshit known to man. this man who was just an inch deep under your skin made you want to grab a knife and cut him out— scratch that, cut him up.

chuuya notices your off distance stare at him, it was a glare- what else would it be? but there was something else going on behind those eyes of yours.

as he was about to ask you what you were thinking about, you answered it for him.

“what are you doing here?” you blurted out, and it was a question that surprised him a little. surely you knew about this area of yokohama, right? “...i offered the boss to patrol around this area..?” he answers, undecided on whether he should actually tell you the real reason why he was here tonight.

“or you were assigned by your boss to recruit me to the port mafia.” you cross your arms, not believing a word he just uttered, “am i wrong?” chuuya puts his arms up in defeat— like a thief who just got caught lying up their ass. “alright, alright- you caught me.”

his sudden nonchalant attitude caught you off guard— where was the teasing asshole who never left you alone ever since you saved him from death that day? “woah,” you say amused, “what's with the mean tone, mr. mafia?”

chuuya smiled at the nickname you just gave him. you couldn't tell whether it was genuine or not, “[last n.] [first n.], official business is to be spoken privately.” his tone is blank. the sudden change of demeanor gave you a whiplash.

“um.. yeah.. so, what do you want me to do about it?” you squint your eyes— starting to feel nervous. confrontation wasn't your forte, and to be honest— you'd probably cry if he'd yell at you when you finally break under pressure.

chuuya didn't say anything but hand you another business card, this time it was red and written in black ink. “the port mafia wants to officially recruit you [name], meet us at these coordinates, and we'll continue our discussion there.”

you took the card and scanned the front of it— it looked expensive, the pristine coating proved it. you flipped it around and found the coordinates engraved on the back, and under it was the time of the official rendez-vous.

“if you are a no show by any means..” you snapped your head back up, chuuya's face close to yours, “..-then we'd have to rid you from yokohama.” his deep voice made you shudder, the back of your hairs standing as you froze up.

you gulped when he gazed into your eyes. it was so dead and blank inside— no light reflecting off of it could change the way it made you feel at that very moment. still, you were a dumb bitch, “you still didn't answer my question.”

chuuya stared at you, humored at your boldness. stupid, but feisty— he always liked some spunk in his women. “i would answer your question, love to actually, but you already guessed the reason why i came here.”

“oh, i know- how about you answer my question this time?” his tone switched back to its flowy self as he took a step back, his smile— now you knew was nothing but fake, adorned his face “why are you in mafia territory sweetheart?”

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#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #chuya x reader #chuuya x self insert #[⋆⋆⋆] — runi's works ♡

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mari-lair · 9 months

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What’s your opinion on the newest chapter bc that ending caught me tf off guard (if ykyk)

I love this chapter it’s so cool! I like that Mitsuba is helping Kou, and that Hanako the leader of the ghosts, was scared of the middle schooler’s haunted house. I also appreciate that everyone was together instead of the usual mitsukou/hananene split up. (They did split up by the end of the chapter again...but I’ll take what I can get.)

This part was nice too.

I wasn’t expecting it, but it makes sense Mitsuba wants to push Kou to be with Nene considering this is his mentality recently.

MY AWFUL TRIO IS HERE TOO!

Aoi has a herbs tea stand! LOOK AT HER! I forgot there are more people in the gardening club besides her uiyguyg

AND AKANE USED A HEART IN HIS SPEECH BUBBLE?? This boy really is down bad, he gets rejected when he already knows Aoi likes him back but he keep looking at the bright side (he is so genuinely happy thinking about how cute she is when she’s shy. He is adorable.)

He cried a river when he was rejected what a loser, and Aoi is so blushy when she turns him down, she looks almost troubled?? Is she angry she can’t bring herself to agree? Is she troubled she already agreed to go with Teru? Idk but she is adorable. They are so stupid, they make my heart melt.

SPEAKING OF TERU, I love how he happily (threatened) invited Aoi on a date while confident Akane will be there. My bars are very low I am absolutely counting this as a terukaneaoi date LET’S GOO

Love how Aoi is scared and nervous but the idea Akane will be there too calm her down. She had fun the last time they hung out as a trio so I am excited!

(I won’t be surprised if the broadcasting club scheming makes it so they end up not having this tour, but my disappointment will be immeasurable.)

Teru was amazing this chapter on his own too, look at this bastard. He got an ego.

Not that I can blame him, any 17 year old would reach this conclusion when their class consistently worship him as a prince and made A WHOLE SUCCESSFUL VENUE?? WITH MERCHANDISE TOO?? HELP?? He is so chill about it “oh I was surprised when they suggested” BUT NO PROTESTS? Akane is right, he is a shameless guy.

(I wonder if Teru gets money out of it...? Since they are selling his image/’brand’. I hope he does. Can you imagine Teru telling his dad “oh yeah, half of my fortune comes from exorcism, half comes from my venue.” )

And hey, Tiara and kunishide are here! That’s nice, love to see them again! :D

You know who else is here? Sousuke’s mom! THE QUEEN IS HERE! LET HER THROUGH!!! I DID NOT EXPECT TO EVER SEE HER AGAIN, MY BELOVED!

I’m interested in how Mitsuba will deal with a ‘mom’ he never had. He no longer seems obsessed with Sousuke, the manga itself treats Sousuke as a thing of the past (Kou even fully accepted his death in chapter 74) so her presence is BIG.

I wonder if the mom will be able to see Mitsuba, and bring more info on Sousuke, or explore both her and Mitsuba’s characters. Mitsuba does feel like he has no ‘family’ after all. And Sousuke’s mom, who lost her son and husband, also has no family, but unlike Mitsuba, she used to have. Add in Mitsuba’s relationship with his own identity and I am definitively intrigued by what her role in this arc will be.

The ending caught me off guard too, I thought the broadcasting club wanted to control time not destroy it, even if it does make sense, considering their end goal is every yorishiro's destruction.

And this part made me realize we never saw Natsuhiko bleed before, and it explains how he consistently gets out of dangerous or tricky situations that while not deadly for an immortal would have been very hard to escape if his power was merely 'durability'.

He can’t lose, even a supernatural’s ‘victory’ where he gets eaten will result in them being corroded from the inside out. Since Natsuhiko can’t die, blood loss isn’t a problem either, he is a neverending poison machine. Love that for him.

#tbhk #tbhk 104 #jshk #jibaku shonen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #honestly i am just happy we got some teru akane and aoi focus.

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1-up-chump · 1 year

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How about kombatants with an idol,singer,rockstar,etc type significant other hcs? (S/o can fight or defend themselves. Their career is just musically inclined)

Maybe johnny cage,liu kang,kung lao,hanzo,shang tsung and fujin? 💖

For this, im going to with a guzheng musician. Bc its cool and reminds me of a scene in kung fu hustle (plzplzplz watch that movie)

This is what it looks like:

Reader who is a guzheng musician, and sometimes utilizes their music in fighting skills.

Johnny cage:

Johnny had been exposed to a lot of Chinese culture, from the hokey fake Hollywood version and then the actual culture. But he never heard any of the instruments live in person. So when he heard you play it for him, it was so surreal, as if the world stood still and you two were in a bubble. Peaceful, undisturbed.

Well, for a few moments anyways until you were ambushed by outworld assassins. Johnny felt annoyed your performance was rudely interrupted, he was so enjoying such a gorgeous person was playing gorgeous music for a gorgeous guy like him.

However before he could land a few blows on one assassin, you lept immediately into action. As if coming straight out a movie he once starred in. You kicked your guzheng up and carried it effortlessly like a shield, with one strum of the strings they cut one assassin's head clean off. Your instrument was enchanted and you used your chi to enhance not only its beautiful melody, but its deadliness.

Needless to say, Johnny cage is asking if you're single

Liu kang:

Liu was a bit shy to ask to hear you play once he found out you're a musician. You were very easy to talk to and he fell a bit quicker for someone than usual.

He was mesmerized by how talented you were, unfortunately your private performance was interrupted by outworld assassins. Liu kang kicked away the assassin behind you with a swift fiery kick. But you kicked up your instrument and swung at the other assassin, dealing a huge blow and leaving them with a few cuts on their toes. Your guzheng was specially made for battle as well as its intended purpose as an instrument. Therefore it was quite sturdy.

After dealing with the assassins and assessing the situation. Liu kang asked if you wanted to continue your song after some tea.

Kung lao:

Kung lao came across your music by accident. Once he overheard your enchanting music, the melodies left him in a trance every time he thought of them. It made him excell in training but not in paying attention to raiden trying to warn him of shao Kahn's loyalists attacking earthrealm.

Which is why he was caught by surprise when he went to listen to you play again. He would have been dead had you not used your chi to turn your instrument of sweet melody into a deadly energy that cut the outworld assassin in half.

You two were surrounded by outworld assassins, seemingly outmatched even with kung lao on guard. But you showed kung lao what you were truly capable of and began to strum and pluck your strings of death in a whirlwind of invisible energies slashing enemies left and right. Kung lao tried to help thin out the enemies but you had it mostly covered.

After all was said and done kung lao expressed how impressed he was with your instrument. And you expressed you were impressed with his hat.

And raiden expressed how annoyed he was with kung lao not paying attention to his warnings, by hitting him on the head with his staff.

Hanzo/scorpion:

Hanzo heard your music from afar while meditating. He was curious about where the music was coming from, and was mesmerized by it's ethereal sound.

For a while, hanzo memorized when you would play, and scheduled his meditation time around that. Your music had never made his mind more clear, free and light like a flame licking the air with gentle intimacy.

Hanzo was surprised and a bit embarrassed that you knew he often came to listen to you preform. When you offered to play a special song for him, rouge lin kuei cyber ninjas attacked. Hanzo thought that kuai wiped most of them out, but evidently missed a few so bold as to attack on shirai ryu soil.

As hanzo started to tear apart the machines, one of them sent a missile flying towards you. Hanzo shouted, fearing the worst as he couldn't react in time enough to push you out of the way. But when the explosion obscured his view of you, his eyes widened at you being unscathed. You had used your guzheng to shield yourself, you knew you used up a lot of chi energy to protect yourself. So you had to use your guzheng as a blunt object to bash and slice with its strings. Hanzo was impressed that someone could effortlessly swing a guzheng around like a weapon.

After that ordeal you offered to help clean up the mess you made. Hanzo smiled but instead offered you for tea. After all takeda can clean this up when he comes back from his errand.

Shang tsung:

As soon as shang tsung heard a certain kombatant was a musician, he wanted to hear their music. You reluctantly agreed to play for the tournament master. Needless to say, shang tsung fell in love with the first few notes. The sorcerer was well aware the guzheng you played on was enchanted, after all the man can feel any sort of magiks no matter how minuscule.

Shang tsung wanted to give arrangements that you continue to play for him. At first you thought he wanted something out of you, but no, he genuinely loves to listen to you play.

When it came time in the mortal kombat tournament for you to face your opponent, shang tsung wondered if you fought beautifully as you played. And he certainly raised a brow as you brought your instrument to the arena.

And you brought shang tsung to the end of his seat as you used your guzheng to strum your opponent into literal pieces. With an absolute finale of bashing their body in a gorey explosion of parts flying across the arena. Shang tsung stood up and gave applause, declaring a brutality with utter glee.

It's a good thing to know that at least the tournament master is your biggest fan

Fujin:

Fujin loves to watch mortals go about their business, he's watched so many come and go. He's never stuck around to watch any one individual. Except when he saw you, or rather, heard you.

Fujin was enchanted by your songs, you never played the same melody twice, which led him to think you came out to the same secluded area to practice.

Fujin adored your music and pondered ways to introduce himself to you. After all mortals are finicky beings, not taking kindly to surprises most of the time. But he was glad he stayed back when he curiously watched as you started putting up logs and bags of straw. Almost as if you were about to train, fujin was intrested greatly if you were also a fighter, who could aid earthrealm.

You pulled out your instrument once more, which had fujin raise a brow and turn the corner of his mouth upward when you lifted it up as if it were a weapon. With a skillful swipe of your hand you decimated a bag of straw, it flew everywhere like petals on a tree. You plucked a few strings to create a simple melody and end it with another swipe to slice three logs in half.

You were startled by the sound of clapping and the gentle laughter that moved with the breeze. You were about to attack the man before you, but he moved so quickly you stood there in shock at how you missed. Squeaking in surprise as fujin playfully blew into your ear, causing you to tumble indignantly onto to the ground. You looked up annoyed at the man who apparantly, you did hit, as he touched the bleeding cut on his cheek. And gave a grin as he praised you for your skill.

And that is how you found yourself training under the god of wind. Who you now call your boyfriend (but don't tell his brother that, he doesn't know yet)

#Johnny cage mortal kombat #liu kang mortal kombat #kung lao mortal kombat #hanzo hasashi mk #scorpion mortal kombat #shang tsung mortal kombat #fujin mortal kombat #mortal kombat #xreader #x reader

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rollercoasterwords · 10 months

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i’ve been trying to think of what remus was thinking in the recent chapter and thought of when sirius was asking him if he was hurt or something like that and remus being like he’s STILL TRYING TO MANIPULATE ME 😑🤔

yeah lol i went back through my blog 2 find this post that i wrote a while back about where r's head is at after the initial cage scene where james sweeps in 2 save the day but like. summary is that yeah r's view of s has changed but he's not happy about that, he doesn't want to like s, he was expecting to just finish the mission + ghost him + never have to deal w him again, etc.

so at the point of the quid-pro-quo questions scene, remus is frustrated + angry that he's even in this situation--even tho it's not sirius's fault, he's still angry + frustrated that sirius is even there, and he absolutely does not want to have to confront any positive feelings for sirius in front of james or other people from the Order--like, it's bad enough that he's struggling with these changing feelings internally, but to let other Order members know he's developing a soft spot for a death eater? unthinkable!!!!

so of course he rolls up to the cell + he's ready for sirius to be angry at him + he's ready to tell sirius that none of it was real, it was all a job, etc, just rip the band-aid off + get this over with so they can both hate each other, the way things are supposed to be. and to have that moment of sirius, caught off-guard, just instinctively asking if he's hurt...i mean it's basically like getting sucker-punched lol. and so of course remus does what he's been doing anytime he starts to soften towards s--he hardens himself immediately, squashes those feelings, finds reasons to doubt or disbelieve them (like telling himself this could be a manipulation tactic, and he can't trust anything s says, especially in this situation where s actually knows they're enemies). and of course he immediately doubles down on closing himself off + insisting everything was just a meaningless job to him; i mean, first of all, james is there watching all this--no way in hell remus is gonna let james think that he got invested in s--but even if james wasn't there, the conversation would have gone largely the same way, because remus himself does not want to care about s. and the fact that sirius is acting like a kicked puppy about the whole thing is absolutely infuriating to remus, because it makes him feel guilty, and what right does this fucking death eater have to make him feel guilty?? how could sirius genuinely believe that there would ever be anything between them, given the circumstance? when he was basically treating remus like some sort of pet, from r's pov? when he was literally working every day with a government that wants remus dead? like--i got a couple comments from people saying they felt like r was being unnecessarily cruel in this ch bc obviously sirius is so upset, but y'all have gotta understand that sirius getting to act like the victim in this situation just makes remus hate him even more. like the guy was holding back lmao he could have been even meaner

#ask #wfrau

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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TOOK THIS DAGGER IN ME AND REMOVED IT

TW: blood, injury, mentions of stitching an open wound, touya is hurt and reader has to help him, probably inaccurate medical terms and procedures bc im not a doctor

Blood has a certain stench, one that never fails to make your heart sink to your stomach.

It smells hot and metallic, like an iron rod being glazed over an open furnace. It’s foreign. Like you shouldn't be smelling it in the first place, like it knows it shouldn't be intruding on your senses but still does so carelessly. It’s a heavy scent, one that lingers in your mind long after it's been rid of your sight. It's a scent you don't forget. It smells thick and tepid and wrong.

Chemically, Touya’s blood is all the same, so it should smell no different. But it does.

It smells ten times worse—it smells like fear, like the bone-crushing feeling of realizing that your flying has turned into falling. It reeks of hopelessness, of being frozen in place and not being able to do anything but idly watch. It doesn't smell like the burning of his skin or the smoke of his cigarettes. It smells like death.

You never want to smell it again, but realistically, that can only successfully happen in one of two ways.

One, you stop it. Stop his current bleeding. Stop him from giving his all to a cause that wears him away to skin and bone. Stop the fire inside of him from catching any further, the one that’s kept him warm and full of hatred for the past ten years.

Or two, he dies. He takes away the opportunity by not having any blood left. Can’t smell what’s not there.

As the familiar scent fills your nostrils, you remind yourself that now is not the time to be weighing your options. Now, is time to act.

“Touya, that’s—that’s a lot of blood,” your voice quivers.

You watch his frame shudder at the loss of warmth in his veins. Eyes raking over his body at the speed of light, he slumps against the wall beside your door.

“Thanks,” he somehow still finds the energy to tease, “s’exactly what I wanna hear right now.”

The cheap first aid kit you’d put together sits beside where you kneel, the red plus on the cover silently mocking you. You had bought a cheap one a few months ago, adding your own items after being unprepared the first few times he’d caught you off guard with a late night visit and alarming injuries.

You remember the first time you pulled it out, how he’d teased you for going soft on him—as if you haven’t been, as if you always weren’t.

You tear a fresh needle from the packaging before searching the plastic box for some thread. This isn't the first time you've stitched him up, and while you hope it's the last, something about it feels different this time.

You shove that thought to the back of your brain.

Not now, you tell yourself. You've done it before. You’ll do it again.

Your hands tremble helplessly as you begin to bring the needle closer to the end of the string. For a split moment, they align and you push them together—only to be a second too late and miss the opening. The string curls in on itself and around the needle.

“Okay, okay, okay it's fine. You—you’re fine, you’re gonna be fine. I just—just have to—”

His slurred speech finishes your thought, “Thread the needle.”

You lick the end of the string in an attempt to smooth it and aid your shaky hand. The twine trembles around the tiny metal opening before barely missing—once, twice, three times. As if mocking you, it sticks to the side of the needle before jumping off and forcing you to try again.

“Yeah,” you barely whisper beneath a sigh, not wanting to breathe too loud in fear of the slightest breeze playing a role in your struggle.

The string laughs at your desperate and feeble attempts. As if it knows that every second you take to thread the needle—the needle meant to stop Touya from bleeding out on your floor—is a second lost in saving him. Its laughter mimics the sound of a ticking clock. One that refuses to stop, no matter how many times you pull the string away from the hole and try, try, try.

Your breath quickens as you lick the end of the thread once more. You’re losing time. He’s dying in your hands.

“Yeah, don’t worry. It’s fine, just stay awake, okay? Just keep, fuck—!”

Your fists clench in panic after missing for the umpteenth time, nails digging into the palms of your hands and leaving crescents that you don't even feel through the heat of the moment. The cry comes out pathetic from the back of your throat. A pure guttural groan of frustration and terror and complete incompetency.

You can’t do it. You can’t thread the measly needle that could save his fucking life.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. M’sorry, my hands. My hands won’t stop shaking, I can’t. I don’t think I can—”

“You got it,” Touya enunciates the syllables slowly, and you don't know if it's so you hear him clearly or if it’s because he’s struggling to get them out.

“I don't, I—”

His hand softly grazes your knee, before fully resting its weight on top.

“I believe in you,” he bleeds, not from his wound but from his mouth. And not of blood, but of an ever-flowing trust that feels a lot like love. But even dying, Touya is guarded—so he catches himself and recovers with a lame, “Or whatever.”

His words make you still for a moment—a moment you can't afford to be idle for.

“What—?”

Touya audibly laughs at your reaction, immediately wincing at the sharp soreness oozing from his abdomen.

“Yeah, I know,” he mentally scolds himself. “If it feels weird hearing it, imagine how fuckin’ weird it feels saying it.”

Something in Touya’s words changes something in you. Now, instead of hyperventilating, you’re holding your breath. But it doesn't feel suffocating, like you’re gasping for air. It feels like a moment of stillness, peace.

As if his tongue works magic, your still hands thread the needle.

A shaky exhale shrugs your shoulders. You readjust your positioning so you're closer to his torso. “I don't think it’s weird,” your voice is merely a ghosted whisper. “It just caught me off guard.”

Touya takes a pained inhale. “Me too,” he admits without a hint of shame, “didn’t really believe in people anymore, ‘til you came and fucked me all up.”

You laugh, a snotty teary giggle from the back of your throat, and Touya feels like he’s on fire in the best way possible. In a way that cleanses him of all sins and allows him to be reborn from the charcoal of his own ashes.

“Sorry,” you whisper with a shaky smile. Your nose is sniffly and your labored breathing almost matches his.

He immediately retaliates, “Don’t be.”

He feels more awake now, more aware. Maybe it’s the adrenaline from all the blood he’s lost, or perhaps your laughter truly breathed that much more life back into his lungs.

“Okay,” you sit up straight, leaning over his frame and bringing your hands closer to where he bleeds, “okay just, talk to me. Keep talking.”

You don't mean for it to come across as a plea, but it does—both of you can sense the desperation behind it. You don't know whether you beg for him to talk so he can stay awake, or so you can stay distracted from the weight of the situation at hand.

You decide through ragged breathing that maybe it can be both of those things. Maybe everything doesn't have to be so black and white. Grey can be nice, too.

Touya does what he does best, and he puts up a fight.

“Really?” he glares, one that's far too familiar and far too inappropriate for a time like this.

“Yes,” the demand is hushed through your clenched teeth. Your eyes remain on the shredded skin of his wound, needle now aligned in preparation to begin stitching.

“Fine, come here often?”

His smug response gives you the courage to push the needle through the skin by the edge of the wound. Touya groans at the immediate sting of the intrusion, wincing at the dragging of the thread.

“Too often,” you pull the string taut, resulting in another flinch from him, “but that's not what I meant.”

“Should’ve specified,” he grits through a clenched jaw.

The needle is now moist with Touya’s blood. Every time the string is pulled through his skin in an attempt to close the wound, it comes out red, red, red.

You feel yourself getting worked up again. Your adrenaline can only carry you for so long, you can feel it withering away as anxiety replaces itself back into your veins.

“This is really fucking deep, Touya, I don’t know if—if I can—”

“When I was younger,” his voice is strained, as if it hurts him to speak, “I used to love the fall.”

Your eyes flicker up from his cut and to his stare—he’s already looking at you, not caring that he’s been caught admiring your misty eyes. After a moment, his gaze finds the ceiling with another shaky exhale.

He continues, “Counted down the days ‘til October came around every year.”

His tone is a bit dreamy, like he isn't reliving a memory but instead telling a story—one that never got to fully be his.

Your hands busy themselves with closing his wound again, “What’d you like about it?”

“The trees,” he answers seamlessly, “the way they change colors.” His pupils grow in size as he imagines the colors in his mind. “Green. Then yellow and orange. Reds and browns.”

You say nothing, but nod in encouragement—so he knows you're listening, knows you want him to keep talking. Though just a mere tilt of your head, Touya knows to read it as a desperate ‘thank you.’

“My mom said somethin’ one time, about how they reminded her of my hair. Changing.”

His words make you think of a tiny Touya Todoroki. One with white frayed locks that bleed with shades of red randomly drizzled across his scalp. As if he were a painting and the artist delicately danced a few single brushstrokes of scarlet onto his canvas.

“I like how they change, but I think—”

He pauses and you think it’s because you’ve hurt him. You expect him to sharply inhale or groan in agony as you near the end of sealing his wound and tying the string.

But he doesn’t, he just stops. As if he’s thinking to himself, his eyes return to you.

“I think my favorite part is how they always grow back,” he decides. “Every Autumn, they fall off and die. But every Spring, they come back.”

You nod back to him, because you understand him. Maybe not fully, maybe not at all, the more you think about it. But you try to understand him, you always try. And that’s more than he’s ever been given.

After a moment of silent staring, he merely shrugs off in embarrassment the topic—now no longer on the brink of death and suddenly embarrassed at the vulnerable overflow of word vomit.

“I dunno, I jus’ like it,” he concludes.

The wound is now closed—poorly, but closed all the same. The red blood he’s covered in is no longer fresh and oozing from the cut, but is now dry and flakes into a deep burgundy on his torso.

You straighten your back, having been hunched over on your knees for the past twenty minutes. “It’s not great, but it stopped the bleeding,” you conclude with the ability to finally breathe.

Touya rolls his eyes at your humble statement, “It does the job.”

It saved my life, is what he means to say. You saved my life, with more than just a needle and thread.

He brings a hand to your cheek. You grab his wrist with both hands, keeping it in place against your skin. He watches you lean into the touch, and he comforts you by tapping his fingers against your blush a few times.

Your eyelashes flutter against his fingertips, “Make me do this for you again, and I’ll kill you myself.”

Touya smiles, a lazy one, but you decide it still counts. You’ll take what you can get.

“Sorry, doll.”

#touya todoroki #dabi #touya x reader #dabi x reader #touya x you #dabi x you #touya fic #dabi fic #touya angst #touya fluff #dabi angst #dabi fluff

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fugos-lil-fork · 1 year

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Some Random Narancia Headcanons!

HE HAS FRECKLES E V E R Y W H E R E-

Definitely follows his s/o everywhere like a lost puppy

If his s/o goes somewhere where he's not allowed in, he waits outside staring directly in front of whatever's separating him from his s/o

Has to be updated everywhere his s/o goes, even if we're in the same area/in the same building (rip his abandonment issues 💔-)

Surprise Hugs💖 Man's will jump out of nowhere and lock ppls he loves in the tightest hug ever

LOVES WHEN PPL MESS HIM HIS HAIR/HEAD- HEAD PATS, RUNNING THEUR HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR/PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR, HELL, EVEN NUGGIES- he just craves physical attention-

Speaking of physical attention. Cuddles are mandatory. Friend or more, he demands constant cuddle sessions-

He has frequent nightmares about his time living in the streets and about his mom's death:(

Loves to play games- Like, anything- Video games, board games, card games, or childhood games like tag or red rover.

Hates hide and seek tho. He's afraid someone will genuinely just leave in the middle of the game and he'll never find them again 💔

Likes to borrow clothes from the others even if it doesn't fit lmao

MMMMM LOVES HOLDING/HUGGING HIS S/O FROM BEHIND ALL THE TIME- He constantly needs to be having physical contact so he either does that or holds his s/o's hand : )

Obviously he's a big fan of PDA

And, obviously, he's clingy and not afraid to show it 😭

Gets jealous hella easily. But his mistrust is not in his s/o but rather other people- and y e a h this jealousy can also cause him to become violently easily- (but it's never directed towards his s/o)

He for sure sleeps with a stuffy💀 But he hides it when he's not sleeping bc he doesn't want the others to know about it and call him childish for it.

Speaking off, he absolutely H A T E S being called childish/to be treated like a child. Like, yes, okay, he c a n be childish but he finds it extremely rude and unnecessary for people to point it out.

Wore mint lip plumper gloss once and never again. (He shed a tear after the affect kicked in after a few seconds- It wasn't so much that it stung but rather how caught off guard he was by it💀)

He definitely has ADHD (tho it's undiagnosed so like, he has it, he just doesn't know he has it-)

Very over protective of his food he NEVER likes to share. The only one he'd share with is his s/o but even then it's only if his s/o begs for it or if he thinks they're really hungry and need to eat something.

Will eat literally anything and everything you place in front of him. Even if he hates it/ends up hating it. Man's ain't wasting food.

Mf probably purrs when his s/o plays with/pets his hair 💀

P L E A S E PRAISE HIM- IT GIVES HIM S U C H A CONFIDENCE BOOST. WHETHER ITS PRAISING HIS LOOKS, PERSONALITY, ABILITIES, OR SOMETHING HE JUST DID AT THE MOMENT- His self-esteem sky rockets

Absolutely becomes smug when someone compliments his intelligence-

Loves to fall asleep on people-

Little spoon, for sure- He doesn't mind being big spoon every now and then. But he definitely prefers being held though he tries to deny it-

Mf probably sleeps in like a hoodie/an old baggy band shirt, shorts and socks or a onesie 💀

Mf the type to stare with heart eyes- He definitely stares lovingly for waaaaaay too long. But if it were up to him, he'd do it all day-

He loves to tuck his head between his s/o's neck and shoulder and just place small romantic kisses on it<3

He's totally a visual learner

Will melt if his s/o wears his clothes

Cries with his s/o without even knowing why they're crying-

He loves to hand make gifts and absolutely pours his heart into them while making them

Must be kept out the kitchen-

He most definitely sleeps sprawled out across his bed with half of his body hanging off it

Needs to sleep with like 3 blankets (even if he ends up kicking off most of them-)

Has the ability to fall asleep literally instantly-

Takes naps on the others. They literally become his mattress-

DEFINITELY A SUCKER FOR MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES. WHETHER ITS WITH HIS S/O OR HIS FRIENDS

Loves wood carving

Definitely has a collection of switchbaldes

Collects model airplanes

Always carries snacks on him

He loves Cheetos and Hawaiian Punch- (idk seems fitting💀)

Has socks with orange slices to match with Fugo's strawberry socks

Has hella bad anger issues. Will literally throw "tantrums" where he breaks and hits things

When wearing casual clothes, Nara likes to wear his converse as loose as possible and with the shoe laces untied (he likes how heavy and lose the shoes feel on him wbsjsjs)

Also a Hopeless romantic- When he falls he doesn't just fall, he d r o p s d e a d-

Unfortunately though, he has the habit of thinking he's in love when really it's just a crush or temporary thing he has going on💔

Definitely listens to happy/romantic music and makes up scenarios (both fictional ones and and ones that he could possibly make real-)

Definitely has gone to Fugo for dating advice thinking he knew everything (Spoiler alert; He doesn't. Fugo doesn't know shit about dating-)

His giggles, laughs, and smiles are hella infectious to most people

He bites people. Both as a way to show love and a way to show dominance-

#narancia headcanons #jjba narancia #narancia ghirga #narancia #narancia ghirga x reader #narancia x reader #narancia x male reader #jojo narancia #naranciajojo #jjba vento auero #jjba golden wind #jjba headcanons #jojo part 5 #jojo golden wind #jojo vento aureo #jjba part 5 #vento auero headcanons #golden wind headcanons

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emjae · 2 years

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we'll be alright

alucard x gn!reader

takes place in the szn2 finale of castlevania when alucard bids sypha and trevor goodbye. luckily, he won't be guarding castlevania and the belmont hold alone.

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tw: much fluff, angsty ending, sypha refers to you as "them" once, descriptions of dracula's death, trevor has like,,, barely any lines, alucard crying bcs thats how i roll AND function, pre-established marriage, yes he's your husband bcs i said so, errr one middle finger from yours truly but thats about it

"Are you sure you don't want to come with Trevor and I?" Sypha asks you for the third time today, obviously hoping you'd change your mind, say yes, and jump into the carriage. With a hearty laugh, you shake your head.

"For the last time, Belnades, yes. And I'll be fine, trust me," you smile softly, your hands in hers. The ginger frowns but nonetheless respects your decision. She pulls you in for a tight hug and bunches your shirt in her smaller hands as she buries her face into your chest. Your smile grows softer as your hands rest behind her head. "Take care of that stinky son of a bitch for me, yeah?"

The Belnades pulls away with a laugh and wipes away a tear with a small nod. "Alright. While I do that, I trust that catty son of a bitch for me." The both of you laugh, grabbing the attention of Trevor and Alucard who had their own conversation a few feet away from the both of you. "I'll have a word with Alucard for a moment. Again, take care," Sypha smiles, a gesture you return.

You watch as she took off to push Trevor aside harshly to talk with Alucard. A hearty laugh leaves you as the larger man walks over to you with a grumble, deciding to occupy himself by packing the last of their cargo.

Joining him, you lean on the carriage while watching him struggle to do the simple task. Trevor always amused you.

"It's going to be hard getting used to you and Alucard not hissing at each other every five minutes," you hum. Trevor grunts as he finally gets the two bags in the cart. He sighs and drops his arms to his sides and gives you a look; one of confusion.

"We've been together for days. I don't get where you're coming from," he mumbles, uncharacteristically fidgeting with his fingers. You copy his confused look.

"Yeah, well. Both of you wouldn't stop slapping each other's hands like a bunch of bitchy, young girls," you snort. "It was easy getting used to that, but I doubt it'll be the same for when you and Belnades are gone.

The Belmont stares at you for a moment before looking away. He mutters something under his breath—something you luckily caught.

"Yeah, I guess I'll miss you too."

You break into a wide smile before a snort stops you. You did your best to fight a laugh at Trevor's out-of-character confession but very visibly, and audibly, failed. Another loud laugh escapes you, one that had you stomping your feet and hitting the frame of the carriage as you doubled over; stomach and cheeks and throat aching with tears glossing over your crinkled eyes.

Trevor huffs and averts his gaze, obviously embarrassed by your outburst. From behind him, Sypha and Alucard peer over to see you gasping for breath on the ground. Never have they ever seen you laugh like an invisible entity was tickling you mercilessly. It was definitely a sight. Sypha throws Alucard another one of her soft smiles before running over to you.

"Yeesh, Trevor. What did you say that made them like . . . this?"

"Nothing, don't mind it. Just get on," he rolls his eyes and offers you a hand, one you took while still hysterically laughing. The former noble walks over to the opposite side Sypha sat, grabbing ahold of the reins.

Just when a cough tickled your throat, the blond half-vampire walks over to pat your back. With a relieved sigh and a thank-you, you place your hand in Alucard's while he guides you over to Sypha's side of the carriage.

The Speaker and you watch as Trevor waved a bye to the blond next to you only to receive a middle finger from the said man. Your stomach had already hurt from laughing so much, so all you could do was snort at the interaction. Sypha, on the other hand, giggled.

"Ah."

"Fuck you."

All four of you let out one final laugh together before Trevor turned to look ahead. He raises the hands that gripped the reins before bringing them down abruptly. "Come on, boy."

You and Alucard listened and watched as the horses clopped away, a linger of a sad gaze fixated on the back of the carriage. A calloused hand grips your shoulder softly when Trevor reaches out his hand to the side to wave you two once more before retracting it.

A sigh leaves you. Not one that would escape you after a good laugh, or a refreshing drink, or a fulfilling meal. No. For once, it was one of sadness.

You didn't know Belmont and Belnades for very long, but you—all of you became good friends over time. Defeating Dracula wasn't easy, especially for you and Alucard. The man was a bit of a father figure to you. You saw through his death with your husband. You watched your husband drive the bedpost deeper and deeper into your in-law with a scowl and wide eyes. You watched the stake pierce through the black cloak your in-law always wore.

Despite being a vampire yourself and never feeling cold, a shudder thrummed throughout your entire body. At that moment, you could hear and feel your heartbeat. When you walked towards Dracula's unmoving body to see no signs of life, you looked up to Alucard with wide eyes. He had the same expression.

My boy. Dracula barely whispered when he realized all three of you crash-landed into Alucard's childhood room. My boy and my dear girl.

The greatest gift you ever gave to me, he whispered as he turned to the portrait of Lisa, your mother-in-law. And I'm killing him.

Slowly, he trails his eyes to you; the eyes that were drained of bloodlust but now of realization and horror. Horror that he was killing his only two children.

You shake your head, forcing yourself out of your reverie. Looking ahead, the vehicle Sypha and Trevor had boarded was nothing but a dot at the end of the road. You look up to Alucard who stared at the ground, unmoving.

You shifted so you'd take up his vision instead of the gravel below you two, making the dhampir smile. "Why don't we just head back to the castle, hm? We have quite a mess to clean up," you whisper, running your thumb over his cheek. The small gestures you did was something Alucard always found endearing.

He nods with a smile before taking your hand in his, making a beeline towards the castle.

Your trip was quiet, brisk. You'd often look over to check on your beloved, only to see him deep in thought, eyes blankly watching Castlevania inch closer and closer, grow bigger and bigger with every step

When the two of you finally made it to the entrance now rid of the dead bodies (but not of the clutter), you let Alucard walk ahead of you. You walked a step slower than him and stopped when he did. He kept his yellow gaze on the staircase for a few minutes before grabbing your hand. He ran his own along the railing as you two ascended, striding to Dracula's study, side-by-side, hand-in-hand.

"Is this how the castle felt to you," he whispered, as if asking the ghost of his father, "before my mother first arrived at your door?" You frown at this, gripping his hand tighter. He returns the action back in less than a heartbeat.

Alucard enters the study first, fixing his mother's fallen portrait and setting the velvet chair up to face the door and its frame that you leant on. You decided to fix the books which had fallen off of the shelves, leaving your spouse to his own devices.

The room was quiet. Deafeningly so that it made your ears ring. Despite having the books and shelves to distract you, your husband still lured you to look away from your chore to look at him.

A shaky sigh resounded in the room, and it wasn't yours. Swiftly pushing a book into the shelf, you catch sight of Alucard crying.

You take in a sharp inhale as you run over to kneel in front of him, wiping his tears. Your husband keels over to hide his vulnerable self behind his blond hair and pale hands, hoping that you'd maybe leave him alone.

But the both of you knew that's not what he wanted.

Sobs and gasps leave and enter him, shaking his entire body like a fragile leaf fighting against the harsh winds. Standing up, you tower over him and wrap your arms around him—his own darting around your waist.

Your dear, heartbroken husband cried against your stomach, wanting to skip ahead of time to where he's over his father and his mother's death. Maybe even his own—the death of a child who was once so bright and excited; a child who once had parents; a child who was innocent.

Tears spilled over your own eyes. Even you were unable to keep it together for your husband. He could feel you try to hold in a sob—a task that sounded so easy but was only easy to fail. Your hands curl around the yellow locks of Alucard's both of you weeped in mourning.

You let yourself melt onto his lap, placing his head on your shoulder for him to cry on. "We'll be alright," you whisper. "Not now." A kiss was placed on Alucard's pale temple. You let your lips linger there while you mumbled, "but soon. In a while—perhaps a long, long while." Another sob shakes Alucard, but that only makes you hold him tighter, closer. "But we'll be alright."

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fantasydaydreamers · 11 months

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SEASON 6 MHA COMMENTS BC I HAVE SOME THINGS TO SAYYYY

(SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT SO IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ALL OF SEASON 6 YET DNI!!!!)

I WILL PROB DELETE THIS LATER (IDK) BUT IM IN SHAMBLES RN ESPECIALLY AT EPISODES 23 AND 24 !#+'+#{HFJWHXJ

good LORD where do i start?!?!?!

i guess ill just post screenshots of my fav things i saw and go from there????

HELLO????? LMAFAOOOO getting this out of the way first because it caught me off guard and i died lmfaooo

OKAY NEXT IMPORTANT THING>>> DABI'S REVEAL?!?!?!? HEY....SEEING IT ANIMATED WAS D I F F E R E N T. ALSO....HE REALLY DID TALK HIS SHIT??????? like endeavor is an ass and was a shitty father but holy hell touya said fuck all and ruined the todoroki reputation

AND BROADCASTING IT???? hey!!!! he had a story to tell and mf TOLD IT. that shit was WILD

(probably one of my fav screenshots ever bc his expression and the art.....he looks INSANE. i love him)

"you reap what you sow" is such a HARD line. and very true.

touya is THAT bitch. sorry not sorry he talked his shit and said what he had to say...FOR YEARS.

an icon.

OKAY MOVING ON....

I just wanna say that the civilians....villains.... and the corrupt side of being a hero was really winning me over for about half the season. they would say some shit and id be like "....they have a point...." and i think it was inevitable for citizens to start rioting and going rogue. but damn dude....the heroes retiring....THE ONES WHO DIED??? mIDNIGHT?????? MY GIRL!!!! NOO!!!!

hey????? what the fuck is going on????

i do want to make another comment that mirko is also that bitch. her fight scene was badass and she has such unwavering strength to her i was on the edge of my seat tbfh.

OKAY i skipped over this completely (sorry my brain is in shambles) BUT HAWKS?????? HIS HISTORY AND FIGHT WITH DABI??? HIM KILLING TWICE?!?!?!? WHOOOOAAAAAA

hey i love hawks tho, if anything this made me love him more bc of his past and how strong he is??? i wanna kiss him.

FAST FORWARDING TO DEKU'S DRAMATIC ASS LEAVING UA.

i mean....sure i understand his reasoning....but can he practice what he preaches???? he talks all the time about how "we're all going to be heroes...we're all in this together" but leaves every single classmate a personalized note (while explaining how he has one for all) and takes off???? so dramatic for no reason i was like PLS BE SERIOUS!!!!

but i loved the symbolism in his hero costume...the more intense he got and focused on his 1-way thinking, the more he started to look like a villain. THAT was crazy.

NOW. WHEN BAKUGOU FOUND HIM???????

HE REALLY CALLED DEKU OUT TBFH

they both love all might and all might saves people with a smile right?????? DAAAMMMNNNN BAKUGOU REALLY CLOCKED HIM!!!!!!! I SCREAMED WHEN I READ THIS???

my man my man my man-

if anyone here is new to my blog, hello. i love bakugou katsuki. he is my favorite ever and i have deep emotional ties to him since i watched mha when it was first released in 2016. i love him so much and will never be able to stress that enough.

NOW.

WHEN THEY FINALLY CAUGHT DEKU AND BAKUGOU HAD HIS MONOLUGE CONFESSING EVERYTHING TO DEKU AND HOW HE STILL DOESNT FEEL STRONG ENOUGH AND SEES HIMSELF AS WEAK?????? AND APOLOGIZED?!?@E>?4/r HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IM!!!!! NOT!!!!!!! OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!

that was a lot to process and im still not comprehending how he sees himself like that (oh yeah....he has TRAUMA that i feel like UA hasnt taken seriously) class 1a crying too while listening????? literally im jumping off a roof

bc ochacos speech was moving too and the fact that news spread about deku being targeted is crazy and citizens really dont like him....but accepting him back in made my heart warm.

.....BATH TIME!!!!!

kaminari is so right. (hot showers are healing) finally something warm hearted after 24 epsiodes of death and pain and suffering??????

A BATH?>$:R>

ALSO HEY WHEN BAKUGOU STARTED TALKING AGAIN ABOUT RIVALS LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO

KAMINARI AND KIRISHIMA WERE LIKE "....bro...." LMFAOOO I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP YALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

finally to wrap this up i would just like to say that stain is such an interesting character. like....his ideology is different and just so fascinating? i need to watch a character review or something on him bc hes honestly one of the top "villains" in mha aside from shigaraki and dabi (imo)

stain is also for the girls.

the tartarus breakout and the one villain was screaming "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS-" and stain killed his ass, no hesitation. (id hate to imagine wtf that villain did with girls before to get locked up in tartarus...)

bc stain didnt even kill the guard while retrieving the info chips?? he killed a fellow villain and thats fascinating to me.

okay that concludes this rant. im not okay. season 6 was hell. HIGH SCHOOLERS ARE SAVING JAPAN. 'surpassing all might' should not be a conversation anymore (we're WAYYYY past that)

#my hero academia #mha s6 #boku no hero academia #bnha season six #bnha s6 #my hero academia season 6

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brookheimer · 1 year

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I’m not gonna lie I respect Kieran but I don’t always agree with his takes on roman. He thought roman was called a ‘bendy fuck’ because of the bendy way he stands lmao. He also said the first thing Roman (quite recently) thinks about when he wakes up is Gerri which I just don’t think seems that plausible but ok king you do you

honestly kieran’s roman takes (at least the ones i’ve seen) have always been, like, really really in line with mine. this is the first one i’ve seen that hasn’t been so it really threw me for a loop — typically reading interviews with him is just like receiving confirmation after confirmation about my perception of roman. haven’t seen the ones you’re talking about though, to be fair (altho i think maybe i did see the bendy one but i read it differently — i saw it as more of a way to lead-in to talking about how roman/kieran sits and stands weirdly [which is obviously true] than an actual interpretation of the line iirc). never heard the gerri one, for sure — that def sounds like a joke but if he meant it seriously then, idk man. who knows

but i think also what caught me off-guard was that it wasn’t just a weird take from an actor so much as it seemed to imply that, like… the voicemail/logan death guilt doesn’t actually come up in the show proper ever again? like, if it did, kieran wouldn’t be like “oh i’ve actually thought about this” like it’s a surprising thing for him to have considered, yknow? i wasn’t expecting like Roman You Killed Dad or anything (i wouldn’t Want that, honestly) but i definitely thought the direction his character goes this season would be heavily impacted by his own repressed guilt and anger and horror due to his last interactions with logan (and the fact that, again, he’ll never know if he fucking killed him!!!) — like, i thought that would be a huge part of his motivations in general as well a root cause of his inevitable impending breakdown.

just, like…. idk man. im going to be kind of disappointed if they handed such a deeply fascinating and heartbreaking plotline to us on a silver platter then whisked it away to just have it be General Dad Death Emotions. you can’t just come up with something so emotionally devastating (the first time you stood up to your abusive yet beloved father might have literally caused his fucking death, your tiny step towards self-respect might have actually killed him, it might be all your fault, and hell, if you weren’t such a disrespectful ungrateful horrible son he might still be here, it’s your fault it’s your fault it’s your fault, or maybe it isn’t, maybe it’s a coincidence, maybe you didn’t kill him maybe it was okay to stand up to him a little bit — but maybe not, because you don’t know, you’ll never know, as long as you live you will have to live with the knowledge that there is a 50/50 chance you killed your father but you will never ever ever be able to know the truth no matter what you do bc the only person who knows is dead) then not do ANYTHING WITH IT.

#it’s so uniquely horrifying and heartbreaking and so filled with potential and possible directions for his character to go #so i’m hoping it just was phrased weird in the interview or smth #bc you can’t just give us something as devastating as that then act like it never existed and never impacted the character at all #idkkkk #Agh!#succession #succession spoilers #roman roy #kieran culkin #casey shut the fuck up about roman roy

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Old Days

Warnings: Obi-Wan Kenobi episode 1 spoilers, mention of character death, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: After reuniting with an old face from his past, Obi-Wan must come to a decision that will change the course of the rest of his life

A/N: Yes, this is short. Yes, I am going through a writers block. Yes, I just wanted to get this out bc I love the show sm so far

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Obi-Wan’s footsteps came to a halt as he froze in his place, staring down at the small red screen on the machine, with wide eyes, knowing that it meant that somebody had entered his makeshift home.

Hesitantly, he crept in through the opening, glancing around the corner as his instincts that he had worked so hard to push away kicked in.

Subconsciously, he began reaching for something that no longer was hanging on his belt. Something that hadn’t hung on his belt for years.

Peering around another corner, his slightly narrowed eyes landed on a hooded figure who had their back to him, but they straightened up as if they heard his silent footsteps.

The man braced for whatever was about to come, only to falter when he came face to face with a person he thought he would never see again. You.

“Y/n.” He breathed out, eyes going wide.

You smiled gently at him, lowering your hood, “Hello, Obi-Wan. I figured you would’ve sensed it was me, though.” You teased playfully.

“I don’t go by that name here, it’s Ben now.” The man mumbled, ignoring your last comment as he shuffled by you and discarded his robe on his bed, refusing to make eye contact.

He heard you sigh, “Listen, I know that I shouldn’t be here-“

Ben whirled around, months of bottled up anger finally getting the best of him, “You’re right. You shouldn’t be here.” He seethed, “It’s dangerous for the both of us.”

You glanced down at your feet, biting your lip as you felt guilt slowly begin to pool up in your stomach, “I know.” You said softly, now being the one to refuse to meet the older man’s gaze.

The ex-jedi felt his features soften as he looked over at you, a person he once knew, “It is good to see you, Y/n.”

You took a deep breath, lifting your head up to face him again, “You know why I’m here.”

“They sent you?” His right eyebrow raised even though he didn’t even have to ask to know that Leia’s adopted parents had sent you to try and convince him to help find her.

Nodding your head, you took a step forward, bringing your hands up almost in a begging manner, “Please, Mast- Ben.” You caught yourself, “If not for me, then for him.”

Ben stiffened even more, “I left that life behind me long ago, and if you knew what was good for you then you would as well.”

“I loved him too, you know.” Your statement caught him off guard as he looked at you, startled, “He was my brother just as much as he was yours.”

While Anakin had been Obi-Wan's apprentice, you had been Anakin’s.

“I can’t.” His voice broke, hands trembling at his sides as he tried to calm himself down.

With a sad shake of your head your eyes found their way back to the ground once more, “The Obi-Wan I knew would never back down from helping a person.”

“The Obi-Wan you knew has been dead for a very long time.” Came his shaky reply.

You allowed your head to nod slightly, sighing a bit, “I understand… I suppose I just didn’t want to do it alone… I just wanted it to be like old times.” He wasn’t meant to hear the last part as your voice quieted down, but the words were clear as day to him.

“We can never go back to the old days, Y/n.”

You let out a small, sad laugh, “I know.”

Allowing your eyes to lift back to the man you had once looked up to more than anything, you let yourself give out one last shaky breath, “Goodbye, Ben.”

With that, you strode past him and made your way towards the door.

“Wait.” The word appeared to have startled both you and Obi-Wan, who hadn’t been expecting himself to say that, “I… I’ll come with you.”

A small smile made its way onto your face, “I knew I could count on you.”

As he gazed upon your face, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of responsibility, one he had felt towards you when you were much younger and still a padawan learner, and no matter what he knew he couldn’t let you face whatever lied ahead by yourself. Not anymore.

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kunosoura · 2 years

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I think BCS works fairly well as a post-“second golden age of TV”/“prestige drama” style show... unlike the violent catharsis of breaking bad with gus/tuco/the neonazis, violence in BCS only seems to drive home a hollowness. Lalo dies, and Gus can relax his guard a bit, but he realizes that he’s stuck forever in a dangerous life that he can’t possibly share with anyone in any meaningful way. Nacho dies, and it means nothing to anyone except for his father who loved and will grieve for him, and Mike, to whom it proves his hypocrisy utterly. Howard dies for no good reason. Werner dies for a perfectly logical reason that tarnishes everyone involved.

Breaking Bad was sort of satirizing Walter White’s incredible main character syndrome, where he gets his cancer diagnosis and decides he’s going to “make everything right” in his life, but it still follows a lot of the trends of its contemporaries. Tuco dies when he’s at his most dangerous. Gus dies at the height of his feud with Walt. The neonazis are slaughtered in a final act of violent repentance. Walt himself dies shortly thereafter. There’s a suggestion of narrative justice behind all the violence, like matters are resolved or at least transformed. Like, realistically Walt would have died a dozen times, even with Saul’s help, but the narrative saves that for last - as an act of closure. And there’s always a logic of narrative justice to who dies

I can’t help but think about Twin Peaks: The Return again, where the antagonist is killed by a random guy with a stupid green glove. Like a piss-take on the idea of violence resolving the complex problems BOB represented. Better Call Saul hits on a similar note, reflecting how it also is in conversation with the genre that shaped it. Violence in Better Call Saul never solves anything; it might stop a threat, but it doesn’t do anything about the fundamentally dangerous lives the characters lead, and the aftermath of violence is less catharsis and more people taking an inventory of the damage and sweeping up the rubble.

When Walter confessed to Skylar, killed the Neonazis, and freed Jesse, he did penance and redeemed himself - if not by any sane ethical framework, then narratively, owning his actions and undoing some of his harm. When Jimmy came to that Albequerque courtroom to engineer the perfect audience for his confession (the people he hurt, the legal system he wants to make a monkey of one last time, the ex-wife he wants nothing more than to be seen by again), he isn’t narratively redeeming himself at all. The wildly varying prison sentences waved around him are laughably disconnected from the harm his actions caused (especially the final one, 81 years, condemning him to effectively die in prison, doing society arguably less good than had he never been caught), and while his confession crucially has him confronting grief he’s been bottling for years, it otherwise doesn’t serve to make anything right, or undo any harm. It gets the attention of the woman he loves, and that’s it.

I think one of the reasons the final seasons of Game of Thrones were so unpopular was not that the deaths were “random” compared to the “logic” earlier seasons, but that the way the consequences characters faced was openly dictated by the narrative ruined the illusion the much better written early seasons worked to create to hide that fact. Like, Ned didn’t die because he was a naive politician, he died because the narrative needed to decisively set the stakes for the rest of the story. Joffrey didn’t die because some mass of mistakes finally outweighed his being-alive momentum on a cosmic scale; he died to demonstrate that the story is willing to kill off both protagonists and antagonists, because the audience would cheer to see the little prick choke, and because it was necessary to move the plot forward.

Like, when the later seasons make it obvious that Jaime doesn’t die in a suicidal charge on a dragon because there’s still another season and a half of audience interest to wring out of his character, or when Cersei survives doing nothing until the last episode because there’s no good narrative tension in killing her now, all that is doing is gracelessly making obvious what better writers work hard to conceal - that all narratives are contrivances and all “logic”, consequence”, and “realism” in a story is sleight of hand. And I think there’s an ugly sort of artistically compelling meat in that - in a formerly beloved show ending just a bit too long after the era that shaped it itself ended, and accidentally showing the man behind the curtain of that entire artistic era.

#and like. I guess to draw it back to my original point in this tangent.#it's just funny to me that a show that otherwise tried to like think a bit more critically about how its predecessors justified the #plot armor of its protagonist. like down to how jimmy is written. Mike gets that exact same treatment once again #bcs spoilers

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urdearestmom · 2 years

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alright y'all I've recovered enough from vol 2 that I can now articulate my thoughts somewhat. here we go! I really want season 5 immediately but unfortunately cannot have that :( I will say that I think Stranger Things' episode Nines are just,,,, amazing. nothing so far has come close to my love for s2e9 except for s4e9. I think they're tied

ngl I was mildly concerned they were going to attempt some kind of redemption with Brenner so I was pleasantly excited when he continued to be as evil as he ever was :) El finally standing up to him and realizing she's not the monster, he is, was AMAZING and I loved how she just said bye and walked away. left him to die on his own as he deserved! Owens is still a shady guy but he's always on the gang's side (I'm just curious what happened to him? like did Sullivan have him killed? arrested? will we see him next season? I'm nearly certain we'll see Sullivan again because I don't think that subplot will be so easily resolved)

as for the rest of it, Eddie's death panned out pretty much exactly how I thought it would so I never let myself get too attached to him. what got me was Dustin's reaction! Gaten did so amazingly in that scene wow. Jason also died which was great for me because he was just insane at that point and while I kinda felt for him he was also annoying. sorry not sorry

Jopper finally getting together was lovely. I've never been overly invested in them bc they are so canon in my mind that I never doubted it would happen but it was great nonetheless. Hopper reuniting with El had me smiling so hard at the end bc for a sec I genuinely thought it was Sullivan coming to kidnap El and that was how the season would end and then it was just good ol' Hop :) El having a family like she deserves is my favourite thing!! Hopper and Mike also hugging caught me off guard bc I didn't think they'd do it but they did and I hope that leads to them having a better relationship!

now El getting picked up in the desert and blowing up that helicopter? TOP. TIER. I had my arms up cheering "HERE COME THE PIZZA BOYS!!!!!!!" and when you could see Mike getting out of the van being the first one to run to her, all in slow motion, my god. I was speechless. their whole reunion was gorgeous. El's disbelief, the forehead touch: chefs kiss. El hugging Will like that? best. I live for El having a family. El's brothers ftw

Mike's long-awaited monologue: WHAT. I was shaking and on the edge of my seat the whole scene. It will absolutely live in my head rent free for the rest of all time. I can barely even process it. He really said he's loved her since the moment he saw her I can't believe it. It's what I've been waiting for since I was 16 years old and it still feels surreal that he really told her all of that in words. Mike Wheeler, King of Not Talking About Any Of His Feelings Ever, really said all of that. Wow. Finn knocked that completely out of the park

Lastly, Max's death? HOLY SHIT. That one tore me up I was sobbing and yelling at my tv. I really love Max and didn't want her to die even though I had a feeling something else was still going to happen to her. THE FACT THAT THEY USED THE SONG FROM FINDING WILL'S BODY IN S1- JAIL FOR 1000 YEARS. Her dying in Lucas' arms and his reaction really got me. Both Caleb and Sadie did phenomenal work this season and made me love Lumax a lot more than I did before. Lumax OUTSOLD!!!! Max's little drawing and the fact that they won't get to go on their date and the way Lucas was sitting in the hospital with his beat up face reading her a book... I'm in shambles

El being there watching it happen while no one knew she was there was also heartbreaking

Mildly concerning that El couldn't find Max's mind in the void though, even if she is in a coma. El can find and even vaguely communicate with Terry who is in a vegetative state, so I'm not sure what I think will happen with Max next season. Guess we'll have to wait and see!

That ending too. Vecna's not dead obviously and Hawkins is... yikes. The cliffhanger makes it seem like season 5 will pick up where 4 leaves off and I am very excited to have a resolution!

This isn't even all I could say but I don't want this post to get super long so I'm just touching on the stuff that stuck with me

#stranger things spoilers #stranger things 4 #stranger things #urdearestmom #mileven #mike wheeler #eleven #el hopper #jim hopper #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #lumax #dustin henderson

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rywritten · 2 years

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INUYASHA DREAMNOBLADE AU (or Dreamnap au bc it fits either way bc I’m not sure if you like Dreamnoblade anymore but!!)

Dream as Inuyasha and The blood God as Kikyo/ Techno as Kagome!

Like their both such stubborn idiots that fit into each other so nicely. But inuyasha dsmp au!!! With dreamnoblade or dreamnap idc! ^^

I’m not sure if you do still take like headcannons or ideas for these ships so I apologize ^^’

But enjoy my silly lil au idea >3<!!

hi anon, thanks for stopping by with a request! im actually still in love with dnb, so there's no need to apologize for sending me this cool au!

now in regards to the actual prompt, i took some liberties with the request and actually switched their roles mainly cause i want c!techno to be the cool immortal with the angsty past where his initial lover (dreamon) breaks up with him via an arrow through the heart, and c!dream as kagome (the reincarnated dreamon)

so yeah... i hope you'll still like this short fic anon❤️💚

DNB + Inuyasha AU

The arrow that pierced him stays exactly where it landed, keeping him bound to the tree he had been resting on seconds ago. There are no words exchanged between him and the archer, and despite the anger and betrayal quickly stirring inside of him, Techno had kept his mouth shut even when he was left on his own.

Love has blinded him to trust the very being who had shot an arrow through his heart.

And as the world begins to darken and his breathing slows to a stop, Techno could only feel anger and bitterness festering until it devoured him whole. He will not forget this transgression, not it even in death.

Darkness. That was the first thing he noticed. It was dark and it was cold.

Then a sound pierces through the silence and darkness.

It was a voice.

It sounded distant, garbled and far away as if he was underwater. Techno strains his ears to listen. Something was pulling at his senses, a scent that came lingering along with the voice, and it felt too familiar.

His consciousness stirs after years of quiet slumber.

Techno opens his eyes to the warmth and brightness of the early morning after being entrapped in darkness for so long.

He blinks his eyes, adjusting them until he's able to see what was in front of him. He hears someone gasp and he turns to the direction of the sound until glowing red eyes met wide, startled emerald.

The resonance within his soul was instantaneous as soon as their eyes meet. The sunlight reflected beautifully off of the man's golden hair and Techno stills under his gaze.

"Hello, my love." Techno greats, fighting off the urge to rip the other man's throat. "What could have ever brought you back to me so willingly?"

"You've got the wrong guy, I've never seen you before in my life."

Techno laughs, shaking his head in amusement all the while.

"I am no fool." Techno says slowly, making sure to add emphasis on the last word. "Do not lie to me so shamelessly again." He adds, a warning and a threat.

"Look, I'm telling you right now I'm not whoever it is you think I am. I'm-"

"Dreamon." Techno cuts him off. He felt his heart hammering inside of his chest at the meer call of his name. "I don't very much enjoy repeating myself. So, either tell me why you've come back or I end you."

"I'm telling you my name isn't Dreamon." The man practically yells at him. There's anger and frustration reflecting in the green of his eyes and the pout on his lips was enough to stun Techno into silence.

In all the times that Techno had spent with Dreamon, Techno has learned that the archer was secretive especially with his thoughts and emotions, so seeing such an open look on the other man's face caught him completely off guard.

"It's Dream, okay?" The man says, patting his chest for emphasis as he enunciates every syllable of his name once again. "That's my name. Whoever that Dreamon guy is, he's not me."

Techno stares at him, then. He notes the similar shade of green in his eyes and the locks of golden hair, but now that he's really looking, he finally sees the difference. Where Dreamon's eyes are darker, the man in front of him - Dream - has a lighter shade, and his hair is a lot shorter compared to Dreamon's.

The scar of his lips and right cheek is also missing along with the beauty mark under his left eye, and yet the freckles on his face still remains. There are clear similarities between this man and the one Techno had called his lover, but now Techno is also able to see their differences.

"Why do you look so much like him?"

"I don't know."

"Then what do you know?"

"I'm not from here. This place doesn't exist from where I'm from."

that's all for now with this AU, though i do have a few ideas i wanted to include in the fic.. initially, this was supposed to be written in dream's pov much like the canon story of Inuyasha, but the prospect of getting to write in techno's pov was too strong.. anyway, lmk if this fic is interesting enough for a continuation bc i might write more 👀

#dnb #dreamnoblade #technodream #ry.quests #anon #will work on the other requests on my inbox tomorrow if i have the time #it's been a while since ive written anything for dsmp and getting to write in techno's pov again was an experience to say the least #i wanted him to sound old timely in this fic mainly due to self-indulgence and also cause demon!techno would be definitely talk like that #man its been a while since ive posted here idk if i missed any tags #oh well #i hope the anon requester likes this fic along with all the other dnb enjoyers out there

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strawberry-seal77 · 1 year

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What’s Endling even about? *Hands you a ticket that says ‘Insert Rant (/pos) here*

OHOHO A RANT TICKET YOU SAY WELL

Fair warning, this is a 3 book series, so uh itll be long I'll split the books into different posts maybe

Also there's death. Like a good amount of it

Endling (as it starts) is about a Dairne named Byx!

Dairnes are like dogs, but are bipedal, have thumbs, and have glissaries (bits for gliding).

They're one of the 9 leading species, which are those that can both perform theurgy (magic) and speak common tongue.

Byx, like any other of her species, can tell truth from lies, in the same way you can hear when a note is off in a scale. If someone does not believe what they're saying, a dairne can tell.

And this makes Dairnes dangerous.

(rant continues below hehe)

The books start in a place called Neddara, bordering Dreyland as well as a large ocean

And the Murando, the ruler in an England sort of way, is trying to exterminate Dairnes. Lying is no good when a dog can call you out, yeah?

(this is introduced really well, by showing how Dairnes have changed from their traditional life of nesting in trees and living diurnally, so nocturnal and constantly moving in hiding.)

so anyways Byx is the runt of her litter, the weakest, always distracted. And she wanders off into a nearby forest. She's never seen the ocean before, just a quickkk peak!

She hears a classic dairne call, but catches a falseness in it. Continuing on, she sees the super cool view of the ocean! And also a band of hunters! Whoops!

So anyways theres just a WOBBYK in a TINY BOAT which is gonna SMASH INTO THE ROCKS OH NO

Byx, on one side hunters, on the other a hungry ocean, takes a leap of faith and grabs the wobbyk, using the force of her dive to just BARELY make it to another landing place. Sadly, the hunters saw.

(side note, wobbyks are these guys)

gonna move quicker soon I swear

ANYWAYS

Turns out the Wobbyk is named Tobble! Also the hunter's pathfinder sees them through a bush and does a little thing called not snitching.

They run back to Byx's pack but OOPS all dead! Murando soldiers, in uniform (obviously on the clock) murdered them!

Byx is obviously distraught, angry and devastated and guilty and a lot of other stuff! However no time for that! there's an arrow in her side! the hunting group's little pathfinder boy has caught 'er, and is taking Byx! Oh no!

Blah blah, tied up on a horse, cutting the arrow out (it was barbed 3:), going back to a cave. The dairne and human get aquainted.

Human's named Khara, weird name for a boy, right? THATS BECAUSE SHE ISNT :D. Classic crossdressing in medieval times to get a job.

Byx tries to escape with Tobble, gets captured by snakes, Khara saves them with the bargain that Byx needs to not try to escape again, and they're on their way!

hehe okay now we'll be a bit more zoomed out

So they get going to La Cora Di Schola (aka the heart of scholars, bc it's shaped like a human heart) And waddaya know, there's a eulogy! For dairnes! A 'mourning' (psscht, more like celebration) for the death of Dairnes. Which is a bit conflicted considering Byx is a dairns

So they go to meet this one scientist, but he's actually chaotic neutral so he tries to have Byx killed so she doesnt crash the Eulogy. She meets Gambler (Felivet, pretty much a panther) and they escape and crash the party. Also Khara and some apprentice pretend to be in love to escape guards.

Everyone's on the run, eventually they get to the Murando. they get put in prison btw, because the apprentice was a meanyhead and tattled to the Murando.

Byx does a thing called Lying to the authorities (good for her) and gets them a royal guard to go find more dairnes. Which is good bc there's a knight with living fire as a friend trying to kill them.

They get the fire knight and the other guys to fight, and run away. Back to adventure, yippee! btw they're looking for this one living island because it's where they think they can find more Dairnes. Anyways they get really really close to finding it

but then the fucking fire guy with his stupid fire magic is STILL following them, so they build a trap in record time and he falls into it because he's showy and burned down a vine wall before looking past it. he falls on spikes and dies :3

Tobble gets his tail braiding ceremony, a show of respect when a wobbyx performs an act of bravery. He's really happy!

Anyways that's as far as I for about 2 years, because my school library only had book 1. And then I got back into it recently, I'll explain more if you want :3

Also im making an entire other post for Khara because I want to >:3

#death tw #death #animal death #all the things im warning for are under the cut btw #katherine applegate endling #khara is getting her own post because shes just cool like that #owl idk if this is what you asked for but uh I like endling

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please, I MUST know, is there a story/theory behind the Mheetu with Kovu's colors? Were you just trying different ideas, or was it a reference to how some headcanon Mheetu as a Scar/Sarafina kid?

thank you for the excuse to braindump about this! i went overboard oh dear oh shit!

i have a few explanations that i assign to the different general palette groups. under the cut for length bc oh my goooood

NALA CLONE MHEETU, the one i headcanon the most "seriously," (we believe in fluidity here baybeee) is pretty basic. after scar was overthrown, the pridelanders got to enjoy having freedoms again. to be blunt, before simba's return there wasn't a lotta Baby Makin' goin on, and i mean that both euphemistically and literally

lionesses who didn't join the pride while pregnant either got to be raw dogged by scar or they didn't get to be with anyone at all. lions were disallowed from dating altogether, let alone forming families, because wtf chumvi bro go back to guarding the watering hole b4 u get castrated by hyenas like dude!!!!! also everyone was miserable and starving so none of them were very motivated to either hook up OR bring new lives into the world

once simba changed the pridelands' wallpaper from grey to green, sarafina and nala's dad got back together and decided to have that second child they'd always been wanting. nala's been waiting in the weeds since she was a cub for her folks to have another baby, but she never really thought it'd come true. she wouldn't give him up for anything in the world.

WHITE MHEETU isn't nala's biobrother. after scar's defeat, different savannah animals were displaced from their homes. mheetu's birth family was caught up in the shuffle and he was separated from them. he was so teeny he could barely walk, so of course newly crowned king simba, Lion of Orphan Experience, took him in

sarafina fell in love with the little tyke instantly as she'd been hurting for a baby for a long time. she'd always wanted to have multiple children, but her husband passed from illness when nala was about 2 years old (so while simba was off getting stoned by a waterfall ahahaoughh). and besides that, under scar's reign no lions besides the king were allowed to court any lionesses, and she'd rather die then lay with that pissy little tyrant

so mheetu officially becomes nala's little brother. adult nala finds this both very surreal and very special. after simba's "death," she'd had to grow up all too fast. immediately after the worst day of her life, she was never allowed to just be a kid. never got to play and be silly and truly appreciate the present. getting to raise a little brother allows her to recapture something she thought she'd lost forever. it's all the better that she has a child (kopa or kiara, whichever) who can be his playmate and confidant.

SCAR CLONE MHEETU's story isn't too different from nala clone mheetu's... at first. nala's family pulled the whole disney genetics thing; nala THE GURL looks like her mom, and her brother THE BOY looks like her dad. no i'm not presenting the cold take that scar is nala's father, promise! lmao its just that scar can't possibly be the only ruddy lion out there

sos the pridelanders were used to nala's dad's appearance, and they knew who he was as a person. like, aw that's not a spooky scar impersonator, that's our buddy popularfanname! but they were all a little disquieted by the baby who even more closely resembled their late dictator. hell, some of the more superstitious pride members would say that it was an omen that scar would be returning, or that scar had already been reincarnated

this was all just niche, half-serious gossip to begin with, but then shit hit the fan. prideland's qanon started genuinely believing mheetu had something to do with "the ghost of scar." at the peak of this bullshit, this one sulky, violent recluse who spent all her time avoiding king simba and rambling to the scar fanclub, claimed her son, another spitting image of their former king, was destined to take scar's place on the throne

and so all hell broke loose. there were a lot fewer lionesses in the pride after that debacle. kovu wasn't the only kid who had a complicated relationship with scar's memory

#the lion king #tlk #disney #asks #beck yammers #this also leads into my exploring the whole ''who was zira before tlk2 and why did her followers fuckin follow her at all lmao'' thing #but i'll admit there's lots of loose ends and sloppy explanations here so idk!#hope u enjoy and bless u for the podium yjgfgyjf

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