#maybe will make a part 2 to this series because i’m just so fascinated by their weird little dynamic but we’ll see

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rotten to the touch; luke castellan

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wc: 3.2k

pairing: pre-tlt luke castellan x f! reader

synopsis: you’re pretty sure you’re an awful person. you’re pretty sure luke castellan is too. and you’re pretty sure you want to make out with him.

warnings: reader is flawed & not the greatest, luke is ... a little dark🫣, small mention of blood, swearing, lots of making out but no explicit nsfw, a bit toxic, & no more more ‘i can fix him’ or ‘i can make him worse’ it’s ‘he can make ME worse’

notes: this is… sluttier than my usual stuff so it’s not as good but i’m trying, feedback is appreciated! also i wonder what cabin we think this reader would be in, let me know where you’d place her im curious :) maybe i’ll write more of her in the future she’s interesting!! and thank you for 100 followers i am so grateful<3 designated song for this fic is crush by ethel cain

You are a miserable, wicked, asshole of a person, and everybody knows it. Including you.

It’s unclear to you why you turned out this way—every reason to blame never satiates the fury searing your insides. All the campers hate you. The counsellors, too. Even Chiron looks down on the viciousness inside you. You are Camp Half-Blood’s black sheep; a mean, bitter person with no love for the people around you. And it’s not just for show. You know you’re rotten. You know the anger will never go away.

It’s evident in the things you think about other people—the way you pick them apart in your head, toss them aside, because they just don’t see it. This miserable, unforgiving world, with children sleeping on wooden floors because the people who created you think you disposable. Because they can just make more of you. More, more, more, until one of you comes out rotten, born of all the ugliness they have inside them. You are the worst parts of Godly blood. The wrathful parts.

Everyone hates you. Everyone hates a person with an unquenchable anger.

But everyone loves Luke Castellan.

He’s a saint at Camp Half-Blood if there ever was one. Handsome, generous, kind. Goes out of his way to help out the new kids and gives them homes in his cabin. He’s the best swordsman in camp by a mile. Shit, you’d even love Luke Castellan if you didn’t know any better.

But you do, and you don’t, and it’s complicated, okay?

Because there’s something you know about Luke Castellan that nobody else does: he’s miserable and wicked, too.

You see it in his eyes sometimes. The way they look at you at dinner, when you’re picking at your food away from anyone else at your table. Something familiar rises in them, and your stomach twists. His body tenses whenever someone mentions his father, but the smiles he flashes are so charismatic nobody notices. But you do. It’s exciting.

During sword practice, he quips back and forth with the kids and laughs whenever they take a jab at him. He’s light, easy, carefree. But you see how he holds back, the tension in his shoulder, the way the arc of his sword never fully finishes. So you wait until everybody leaves and he’s alone, with the training dummies and the setting sun. And you. Hiding.

He slashes through them and spears through their heads. You see it, the gnashing of his teeth, the sweat curling down his cheeks. There’s something there. A chasm he’s hopeless to fill.

Before you know it, you’re going out of your way to catch him training alone. It’s creepy, you know, and awful, you know, but the more you watch him the more you see a sort of violence scabbed under his skin.

Whenever you see him now, the feeling you get is entirely foreign to you. It’s almost . . . longing.

Wherever she is, you’re pretty sure Aphrodite’s having a cosmic fucking laugh. And you’re sure she’s laughing double tonight.

The Aphrodite cabin is hosting some secret party for the older counsellors. You’re definitely of age to be a counsellor, but you’ve never been made one because that would probably make half the campers drop out. Chiron and Mr. D don’t know what to do with you. You’re sure you’ll be kicked out of camp soon for good.

But you’re here anyways, for a reason you don’t want to admit, and you stay tucked in a corner as the world around you mingles. Luke is on the other side of the room, lovely as always, laughing with a few other counsellors. He brings a drink up to his lips, and you have a startling thought of what it would be like to kiss him. And you’re fucked. You’re so fucked. Because for the first time in your life you want something tangible, something real. You want to hear him and feel him and pry him apart, and a part of you wants him to actually see you, see all the awful things that might make you the same. You feel like a teenage girl with a crush, and it is infuriating.

An Aphrodite girl comes up to you with a foolish smile. “Hey, sorry, you want a drink?”

“Fuck off, you idiot,” you snarl.

You wait for her to leave. She doesn’t. “You know, you don’t have to be so mean all the time,” she says evenly. “If you’re here, you might as well enjoy it. So yes, I want to give you a drink.”

“Have you ever thought that I’m not being mean? Maybe I just am.”

You glare at her. She looks you up and down. “Sure,” she shrugs, walking away. There’s a vivid picture in your mind of her falling through a hole in the cabin floor. It doesn’t soothe you, but at least the fantasy is there.

The night drones on. You’re sick of the smells and the laughs and the heat. And you’re sick of yourself. You can’t believe, underneath all your sourness, you came here to stare at a boy you barely know, and you don’t even know why. He’s fascinating, and you resent him, and he’s also beautiful. But he’s looked back at you all of three times tonight and you’re sick of the way your skin crawls when he does.

Leaving the cabin brings the relief of the cool night air, and the singularity of your body. You are the only one who feels this rage. You are the only one who hates.

To stave off your discomfort you walk around to the back of the cabin, to the crest of the hill facing the water. The stars above twinkle at you in spite. There’s a bitterness in your throat you want to wash down with something worse (maybe you should have taken that drink), but you know it won’t matter. Nothing matters. Those stars and whatever they hide are apparently the only important things in the universe, so why should anyone care about anything?

They stars only get brighter. It’s probably their goal to piss you off. You grunt, “Oh, fuck you,” to them. It’s not enough, never nearly enough to expel the rotten part of you. “Fuck you. Fuck off!” You groan at the sky. Nothing happens. Until:

“I’m guessing you’re not having a fun night.”

You whirl around. It’s hard to see in the dark, but whatever light is left catches a long scar on a cheek. Your stomach knots.

“Yeah, me neither,” Luke Castellan says, hands in his pockets as he meanders towards you.

Even when he’s close enough, you don’t say anything. If you do, you’re afraid it’ll be something ugly. Like I kind of want to make out with you. Are you awful too? I need a lobotomy.

The thoughts almost make you laugh. Been a long time since you’ve been funny.

He nods at the sky. “Those things don’t talk. You do know that, right?” He’s still so captivating, so self-assured, even when there’s no one around but you.

“Gods, you’re the worst,” you scoff. You really mean it, so you can’t look him in the eye.

“Then why have you been staring at me all night?”

It catches you so off-guard that you whip back to face him. He has an eyebrow raised and the itch of a smile that makes you burn with shame. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He shrugs, leaning against the cabin wall. “I’m not stupid. You’ve been brooding in the corner watching me the second you came in.” He cocks his head to the side, adding, “Actually, you stare at me all the time. At meals and stuff. I really hope you don’t think you’re being subtle.”

You huff. “Okay, if we’re really being honest here, you started that! You do it too! All the time!”

His hands shot up like he was being arrested. “Hey, I never said I minded it. A guy’s . . . just gotta wonder. What’s up with you spying on me when I’m training alone, anyways?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You watch me when there’s nobody else around. I’m not blind. It’s weird. If you want tips you can just ask me. Or if you like what you’re looking at, at least be upfront about it.”

You speak before you can take in that last sentence, or the way his smile took pride in itself when he said it, or how embarrassed you should probably feel. “You didn’t answer my question about why you started staring at me first.”

The anger (shame) blinding you made you forget how close you are to him right now. Close enough to touch, but not enough to see. But almost there. Almost.

“People think you’re mean,” Luke says after a moment, his dark eyes probing you. The words curl out of his mouth slowly, like he’s choosing them all with care. “You’re rude. You never listen to anyone. You judge everything. They all think you’re awful.” Again, he looks you over. “I’m not so sure.”

“If I’m awful, then you’re awful,” you spit before he can say anything else.

He just shrugs. “Well, I guess that’s why I’m not sure.”

It’s irritating, his calmness. He has the same anger you do. How come he can just . . . shove it down? You try to unearth any fury in his eyes, but it’s too far back. Simmering. “Jesus,” you mutter, “You’re worse than me.”

He looks genuinely taken aback by this. His scar deepens when his brows wrinkle. “What?”

“You’re a pretender—that’s what you are.” It’s your turn now, to step closer, to make his skin crawl. “Look at you. Everyone loves you. You’re this perfect golden boy and you’re sweet and attentive and whatever the fuck but you know it’s one giant lie. At least I’m honest, but you just sit pretty and act like you don’t have that . . . thing that I have. Resentment. Insanity. Whatever you want to call it. We’re the same, but I’m the only one getting shit for it.”

Now, you are close enough to really see him. The patterns on the wood behind him frame the vision of his ever-shifting face. You realize that this, like most things are to Luke Castellan, is a challenge. You also can’t remember the last time you saw him lose one.

But when you play, you play to win.

“You don’t know that,” he dares.

“Oh, I do. You’re rotten, Castellan,” you sneer, index finger jabbed into his chest. You can feel his heartbeat if you concentrate. “And you’re not owning up to it, so you’re also a coward.”

However scathing you look, it isn’t enough. If anything it only makes Luke’s manner more playful. Nothing feels playful anymore. Everything, inside and outside of your mind, feels like constant, exhausting war. Maybe that’s why you don’t slap his hand off you when it wraps around your wrist, keeping it pressed to the middle of his chest. His heartbeat thrums through you.

He tilts his face towards you, grinning, “Then why do you want to kiss me?”

All right. What the fuck. It feels like you’ve been electrocuted.

“What the—what are you talking about?” You blunder, but he knows, of course he knows, because there’s something between the two of you that has been formed and understood by eye contact alone. He can probably read your mind. As much as you don’t want to admit it, you’d like to read his just as much.

He cocks his head. “I mean, you did call me pretty,” he teases, and it’s almost endearing. “You’re pretty like this too.” His other hand comes up to your face, and you’re surprised you don’t flinch when his thumb gently smooths the crease in your eyebrows. “Don’t call me a coward, heathen. Then we’ll both be embarrassed.”

The nickname makes you want to fight, but the touch makes you dizzy. “You don’t want to kiss me, Luke,” you say with all the control you have, which, right now, is increasingly sparse.

“You’ve gotta stop telling people what they want,” he muses. The hand on your wrist traces further down your forearm. The one on your face snakes around your hips. “One of your more disagreeable qualities.”

His words fan over you. That fire simmering in his eyes has finally come to the surface.

“One of?” You challenge.

“You let me make out with you and I’ll give you a whole list.”

You snort, hoping it hides the shortness in your breath. “What a charmer you are.”

His lips brush yours. “Well, that’s what makes me so rotten, isn’t it?”

There’s hardly time to unravel if that’s a question or a statement because you grab a fistful of his shirt and he kisses you. Your heart detonates. It is not rotten in the slightest.

His body is warm and firm. You smell the cabin wood and the drink on his breath. It all matters, and none of it does. You’re warm everywhere as he wraps both arms around your back, and the way he kisses is, unfortunately, exactly how you thought he would. Your hands are tentative in his hair. So is your mouth on his. But Luke is so deliberate in the way he kisses that you know he’s thought about this, too. It makes you all the warmer.

His hand takes your jaw and tilts it up. You know your neck is shaky with breath, and you’re pretty sure he’s admiring it. You don’t complain when he presses a kiss to your jaw, then another one, like he’s testing the waters. “You’re so nice like this,” he mutters almost to himself, thumb running across your neck. “If only people could see you.”

“Then they’d see how mean you are too, no?” You huff. “You don’t want that.”

Another kiss to your jaw. “Not yet, sweetheart.”

Whatever feeling is harbouring in your body right now, it’s so fulfilling it almost makes you uncomfortable. You want to reject it. You’re not supposed to want things. Worse, you’re not supposed to get things. Luke starts marking a path down your neck and you are so determined to enjoy this that you’d kiss a fucking baby if someone asked you to. You might as well be a saint.

He bites the pulse point on your neck, sure to leave a mark, and a shudder rips through you. You’re pretty sure the bastard starts laughing. You hit his shoulder in retaliation.

“Easy, heathen,” he reprimands in your ear, and you know he’s still smiling.

“Don’t—don’t call me that.” You hate that you start to smile, too, and that your stomach burgeons with butterflies when he pulls back to look at you.

He touches the corner of your upturned mouth, kiss-bitten and red. His expression is boyish. “Hard to when it makes your face do that,” he goads. “I thought it was impossible for you to smile.”

“Be quiet.” You thread a hand through his camp necklace and bring him closer. You can almost taste his mouth on yours, but he sweeps past you at the last minute.

He gently tugs your earlobe with his teeth and whispers, “Yes ma’am.”

Fuck him. Seriously. You might have to.

It’s a tangle of teeth and hands and smiles kept hidden, as you slip your fingertips beneath his shirt and he does the same, and you’re both angry and greedy and incredibly destructive, but it doesn’t matter yet. Now you’re just teenagers fooling around at the back of a party, and it’s the first good thing either of you have had in a long time. Luke leaves you gasping whenever his mouth hits certain places, maybe too many places, and he teases you accordingly. “So sensitive,” he taunts, pressing his knee between your legs so he can see you squirm. You rake your nails through his scalp and he tilts his head back to groan. It shuts him up for a while.

He bites your neck until you say his name. You trace lines on his stomach till he takes your hand in his own. You’ve been hungry for something your whole life, and you finally have something to sink your teeth into. For better or for worse.

After Hades knows how long, laughter floats out from the front of the cabin. Sounds of feet tripping over each other and muffled goodbyes. You pull away from Luke, chests heaving together. His hair is wild, his shirt crumpled, and he looks entirely satisfied with it. Smug little shit. “Party’s letting out,” you mutter.

“What a damn shame.” His hand rubs your jaw, and it’s too tender a gesture so you angle your head away to peek over the side of the cabin. You barely pay attention to the kids straggling back to their bunks.

“Is now the time you tell me all my horrible qualities?” You ask once you’re ready to look at him again.

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Actually, I came up with more since I said that so I’m pretty sure it’ll take more than one night.” He fakes a wince, “Might have to spread it out for a few days.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh, you ass.”

“I’ll give you one for starters.” You feel like a tornado when he kisses the juncture between your jaw and your neck. “Your hands are too cold.” They’re tucked underneath his shirt right now, pressed against his back. You don’t move them. “And,” he adds, “you’re incredibly crass.”

“Thanks, dipshit.”

“Thank you for proving my point, heathen.”

The commotion at the front gets louder, and you know your time to go undiscovered runs short. “You meet me again tomorrow, and I start telling you the rest?” He raises his brows.

The prospect both repulses and excites you, although perhaps they’re hand-in-hand. You tentatively reach up to trace the scar on his face. A faint, jagged line that holds scripture within it. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. “Even though I’m rotten?” You ask, and there’s an echo of mischief in your voice, too.

He’s got a strange expression when he looks at you. “That’s not true.”

He leans down, angles his head to kiss you. It’s slow, but bitter, and he bites down on your lip until you’re pretty sure there’s blood. “Luke,” you murmur, and he kisses you softer. You lean into him like a hapless, lovesick fool.

After you part, he loosens his grip on you. The bumbling campers have gotten louder. He stares at you, and you see the chasm in his eyes again, brimming with fire. Same as yours. You know you’ll see him tomorrow.

He says, “You’re not rotten. You’re right.”

And damn it, you really do believe him.

#perrie’s fics #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo x reader #pjo series #pjo tv show #luke castellan smut #pjo #heroes of olympus #charlie bushnell #i like sexy evil people making out okay. #maybe will make a part 2 to this series because i’m just so fascinated by their weird little dynamic but we’ll see #i kind of hate this but WE MOVE ANYWAYS!!

[hellfireghoul]

The New Fifth Year

Part 3 

Ominis Gaunt x f!SlytherinReader 

Summary: part 3 of this little series I’ve been writing! Y/N needs somewhere to practise her spell casting away from prying eyes. Both Sebastian and Ominis have just the perfect place in mind.

Warnings: none, maybe a little angsty! 

Words: 3.5k ish

Read part 2 here

Your first week at Hogwarts flew by. You found most of your lessons fascinating, and had really managed to get stuck in. You’d even made a good few friends along the way. 

Potions was by far your favourite class, not subject, but class. The subject you found somewhat dull, it did not peak your interest as much as say Charms did, but you were fortunately quite good at it. However, you were really starting to look forward to your two lessons a week, mainly because of the company you kept. Sebastian was great fun in that lesson, his impressions of Garreth Weasley had become almost second to none, and you’d all been placing bets on what colour he would send his cauldron that lesson.

“I’m saying a bright blue.” You’d stated confidently.

“Nope, let’s go for a nice shade of puss green.” Sebastian had added, making you scrunch your face up in disgust.

“I’ll say blue too. That’s if there’s any cauldron left by the end of the hour.” Ominis had chimed in dryly, causing you to throw your head back in laughter. 

Ominis had seemed to come out of his shell more in Potions, and laughed along more with yours and Sebastian’s antics. He was still reserved, but you just put it down to him being more serious than you two about his education. 

Friday you were starting another new subject, Divination. The classes had been slightly delayed due to your Professor being off sick. You’d heard rumours the Professor was one of the students' mothers, but you weren’t sure and didn’t want to go around asking for fear of coming off nosy.

The one thing you were struggling with however, was practical lessons. With very little time and space to practise, and only now joining in your fifth year, you were feeling miles behind your classmates when it came to actual spell casting. You knew you were a good witch, and book smart, but reading a book about disarming charms wasn’t the same as casting them.

Thursday evening, you and Sebastian were just finishing in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, the last class of the day. The two of you had been paired up once again for a duel, you’d managed to beat Sebastian in the first round but he got the upper hand the second. Ominis was with you too, but quickly hurried off once the bell had rang, muttering something about having to get to the Owlry. This left just you and Sebastian.

“Not bad at all there Y/N.” Sebastian complimented, as you made your way out of the classroom.

“Thank you, I just wish I had more time to practise. I feel miles behind everyone.” You said, as the two of you trotted down the marble staircase.

“Oh well..” Sebastian hesitated for a moment, as if he was weighing something up in his mind on the spot. “As it just so happens, I might be able to help you with that.” Sebastian said, coolly. And with that, he stopped at the bottom of the staircase causing an obstruction to your other classmates also leaving the lesson. You had to flatten yourself against him to allow other students to get past, much to your annoyance.

“Sebastian- what do you mean? Why did you stop?” You huffed as someone brushed the back of your bag trying to get past. 

Sebastian didn’t say anything, he just raised his eyebrows and his mouth faltered into a sly smile. He backed out of the way of the stairs, increasing the distance between you both and swung around the corner to a dead end.

“Where are you going?” You asked, peering around the staircase. 

Sebastian was standing at the bottom of the dead end corridor, in front of one of the many castle windows and what would’ve been an extraordinary clock, but placed together with everything else at Hogwarts, it seemed positively dull in comparison. 

“You have to promise me that if I show you this, you won't tell anyone.” He suddenly said, in a more serious whisper.

Your eyes locked onto his, surprised at his sudden change in demeanour and nodded. 

“But what are you talking about?” You further asked, not seeing anything special in this corridor other than a maybe slightly different patterned window.

Sebastian gave a final look over your shoulder to ensure that all your classmates had gone, and then produced his wand from his robes, turning his body to the intricate looking clock. Sebastian tapped the clock with his wand, and to your surprise, every cog and hand began moving in opposite directions. With a large thunk, the clock swung ajar, revealing it to be a door. Your eyes widened and you looked up at Sebastian, who gave you a wide grin and gestured to enter.

“Ladies first.” He said, and you gingerly pushed the door open.

Upon entering the hidden passageway, you were brought into a large, open but dimly lit room. It looked as if it had been left somewhat untouched for decades.

“Oh, wow this is.. interesting” You said absentmindedly, much more focused on taking in your surroundings instead.

“It’s perfect isn’t it?” Sebastian said, following you into the dark room with his hands in his pockets. 

“Should we even be in here?” You turned suddenly, and Sebastian looked at the floor briefly and shuffled his feet. You knew the answer before you’d even asked.

“Well technically, no. But, on the other hand, no one knows it’s here. So…” He explained, casually. 

You nodded slowly, raising your eyebrows slightly impressed.

“So how do you know about this place if it’s so top secret?” You asked, eyes narrowing slightly in the direction of the freckle faced boy.

Sebastian sighed, and almost looked reluctant to give the answer.

“Ominis.” He said, plainly. “His family have known about it for generations. I’m the only person, and now you, to ever know about it outside of his family, which is why I said you mustn’t say anything. Especially not to Ominous himself, he’ll go mad if he thinks I’m telling people about this place.”

“Of course, I won’t tell a soul.” You reassured him, and the room fell silent.

You pondered for a second, pacing up and down and still taking in the empty, dark room.

It was a perfect place for practise, that was for sure. Plenty of floor space to duel an opponent or practise on a dummy.

“So, care for a duel?” Sebastian grinned. 

-

You had both spent the entire of Thursday evening in the Undercroft, throwing a magnitude of spells at each other and blasting different dummies. Sebastian had taught you a few new spells, one being “Expelliarmus”, which he later regretted as you took every opportunity to knock him halfway across the room and catch his wand. (“Really? Again?”)

You were having so much fun in fact, neither of you had been even vaguely aware of the time, and it was only once your stomach started rumbling, you realised you’d both missed dinner.

“Do you think we could sneak down into the kitchens and ask the house elves for something?” Sebastian wondered. Once you had mentioned you were hungry, he began to notice the gnawing ache in his empty stomach too.

“You’re asking me? I’ve been here for a week.” You retorted with a laugh.

“Right,” Sebastian agreed, his brows knitted together in thought. After a small pause, he said

“It will be fine, I’ve been caught doing worse.”

But as you both started for the door to leave, a familiar thunk stopped you in your tracks. Someone was entering the Undercroft. 

“I thought you said no one knew about this place?” You hissed to Sebastian, eyes still fixed on the dark entryway.

“They don’t, it can only be-”

Ominis emerged through the darkened entry way just before Sebastian could finish his sentence. He stopped hesitantly, clearly aware the room wasn’t unoccupied.

“Sebastian, Y/N, is that you?” Ominous asked, his wand still up in the air pulsing red light.

Your eyes widened, as did Sebastian's, and you looked over to see his panicked expression, eyes fixated on Ominis standing a good ten feet away.

“Uh yeah, hello Ominis. I was just leaving.” Sebastian replied, clearing his throat and not daring to look back over at you.

“I heard Y/N.” Ominis said, like Sebastian hadn’t spoke.

You eyed Sebastian again, desperate for guidance on what to do or say. He met your fear stricken look and shook his head firmly. The two of you had a non-verbal conversation of panic.

“I heard their voice when I entered, once again you seem to be mistaking my blindness for deafness.” Ominis continued, coldly, and a wave of guilt washed over you.

“Hello, Ominis.” You said, as cheerfully as you could muster. Sebastian shot you a look, but shook your head and shrugged your shoulders as if to say ‘What am I supposed to do?’

Ominis didn’t say anything to your greeting, his mouth seemed to contort into a forced smile and he gave a very curt nod, before turning on his heel and making his way out of the door.

Sebastian immediately leapt forward after him.

“Ominis! Wait! I’m really sorry, she knows it’s a secret place, she won’t tell anyone!” Sebastian pleaded, but the rest of that sentence you never got to hear, as the to boys had disappeared through the entryway back into the Defence Against the Dark Arts corridor. You stood there in the middle of the Undercroft feeling a little lost and terribly guilty. The last thing you wanted to do was cause a rift between friends, even if it was unintentional, and definitely not something you want to be doing in your first week. Sighing deeply, you wrung your hands together nervously and began pacing, unsure whether to follow the two out or wait a few minutes.

You hung on for a few minutes, still pacing when the door to the Undercroft swung open once again, more aggressively this time, causing it to creak loudly and unpleasantly.

Sebastian stormed back in, frustration written all over his face.

“He won’t listen to reason!” He almost shouted as he paced over to the corner to retrieve his bag.

“Sebastian, I feel awful. Is he upset?” You said.

“He’s furious like I’ve never seen him, Y/N. I mean Merlin, he’s acting like I’ve gone and killed one of his family members or something! You will benefit greatly from this room, who cares if it’s some family secret, it’s just some stupid room anyway.” Sebastian huffed and slung his bag onto his shoulder. You didn’t know what to say to this, so you kept quiet, a solemn look of guilt all over your expression. Finally, you said quietly “I’m sure he’ll come round.”

And with that, the two of you left the Undercroft and walked back to the Slytherin Common Room in almost complete silence. Dinner had been long forgotten.

-

You’d had Potions the next morning, and after the events of last night, the lesson wasn’t fun like it usually was. There was little laughter, the atmosphere feeling icy with Ominis not speaking unless spoken to. Even for the entire lesson, Garreth had managed to not make one thing explode. This must be a new personal record for him, and you were bitterly disappointed that there wasn’t a Weasley shaped distraction to ease the tension. You had offered Ominis some help when you noticed he was struggling to crush his dung beetle with his pesto and mortar. He had uttered something about being completely capable of doing it himself, waving you away, until Professor Sharp had come round and noticed his obvious struggle. You stepped in, and he seemed to soften a little more once you’d stood next to him, grounding up his dung beetle in silence. The slight warmth towards you did not last long however, and did definitely not once extend to Sebastian. 

Flying class you were without your two new friends, relieved a little bit to have a break from the horrid tension that sat in the air when the three of you were together. It wasn’t until lunchtime and you’d gone back to the Great Hall when you saw Sebastian again.

“Divination class, 2pm. Goodness, I’m not even sure where to go for that.” You were speaking to yourself and Sebastian just happened to be listening, as you sat opposite each other at the Slytherin table. Ominis had failed to show.

“It’s just above the Gryffindor Common Room.” Sebastian said, swallowing a mouthful of mashed potato. 

“And you know where the Gryffindor Common Room is because?”

“Can’t go telling you all my secrets now can I?” He chimed, but still focused on his timetable that lay out in front of him and grabbed another spoonful of mash.

“Oh it’s fine, we can just walk there together anyway.” You sighed, grabbing some food for yourself.

Sebastian looked up at your words. Your spoon full of potatoes were halfway to your mouth when you noticed him looking at you.

“What?” You asked.

“I’m not taking Divination.” Sebastian stated. “Not ever again.”

“What? Why?” You said, half laughing at the way the boy seemed deeply offended at your assumption.

“That class is a load of old tosh,” He said, casually leaning back away from his plate and the table. “Honestly, you call reading a bunch of manky tea leaves in the bottom of a tea cup magic? It’s ridiculous if you ask me. No, I’d rather take the free period.”

-

After many directions given from Sebastian, you found your way to Divination. You weren’t sure what you’d expected Divination class to entail, but you certainly weren’t expecting it to be in a blasting hot attic with the only access to the room being a flimsy rope ladder. You weren’t sure you were even in the right place until Poppy Sweeting yelled down the hatch, beckoning you to come up. 

As Poppy had called down to you, a set of footsteps were making their way up  behind you. Ominis. 

“Oh, why are we waiting out here?” He asked, and you had the distinct feeling he didn’t know it was you from the sheer normalcy of his voice.

You cleared your throat to announce your presence, and instantly saw his demeanour alter. Was it annoyance? Discomfort? Or was he blushing? You couldn’t tell. 

“Oh, we’re not, I’m just about to climb up. I’m just not too fond of ladders at the best of times.” You uttered quietly, flushing crimson, embarrassed at your slight confession but thought it served as an honest explanation as to why you were dithering at the bottom of the hatch.

“Would you like a hand?” Ominis suddenly offered, the icy tone in his voice not completely disappearing but faltering. Eyes widening with shock and embarrassment, you quickly declined. Maybe too quick, so that it came across as unintentionally rude.

Horror stricken by the series of events that had just taken place, you cautiously made your way up the ladder, silently wondering why on Earth this couldn’t just be a normal classroom with a normal door.

Professor Onai had announced the seating plan, you and Ominis had been seated together in the back corner of the small circular classroom. 

The two of you were silent as you settled yourself down onto the plump cushions on the floor.

After listening to introductions and a brief demonstration, Professor Onai announced that you were to pair up with the person next to you, and read their tea leaves.

Brilliant.

You followed Onai’s instructions and drained your cup, leaving only black, small tea leaves littering the bottom of the tea cup. Clearing your throat, you pushed the cup towards Ominis, who seemed deeply interested in studying the floor.

He looked up slightly at you pushing your cup towards him, and looked as if he wanted to say something, but thought better of it.

You spoke suddenly, unable to bear the silence.

“I’m sorry Ominis. I know you’re upset Sebastian told me but, he was just trying to help me out. I understand why you’re angry. I won’t tell a soul about the Undercroft, I promise.” You spoke softly and quietly, ensuring no one around you could hear.

Ominis’s features softened at your words, but he still looked unsettled, unhappy.

“I am not angry at you Y/N, if that’s what you think. I don’t have an issue with you using the room, quite the contrary actually. I just…” He trailed off, and at that moment, Professor Onai approached your table, asking if the two of you needed any help.

“No Professor, we’re okay. I’m just… consulting the meanings behind what I’m seeing.” You lied.

“Make sure you do not rush this process Miss Y/L/N. Master Gaunt, I trust you are able to use your wand to help you interpret Miss Y/L/N’s leaves?” Professor Onai asked.

“Yes, Professor.” Ominis murmured, and with a swift nod, she floated away to check on Leander and Poppy.

Ominis cleared his throat, continuing.

“I am not angry you are using the room, I wanted you to use it. I just wish… I’d have been the one to show you it.” He stammered slightly at his words. 

“Merely because, you know, it’s my family secret. It’s not Sebastian's secret to be telling.” He added quickly, in a sharper tone than before.

You nodded and hummed in understanding.

“Of course, Ominis. I do sincerely apologise.” You said. “I really hope you can make up with Sebastian.” 

Ominis nodded thoughtfully. With the tension eased and the atmosphere feeling much more relaxed, you leant over and grabbed Ominis’s teacup with a grin.

“So let’s see what’s in your future.” You mocked in a silly voice, earning a small chuckle from Ominis which made you smile even more.

You flipped his teacup multiple ways, unable to decipher anything more than a clumped up mess of damp, black blotches. You knotted your brows, suddenly not being fond of actually being bad at this class.

“Hmm, well. If I were to take a complete shot in the dark,” you began, holding Ominis’s tea cup now at a very awkward angle, dramatically squinting and peering over at the Divination interpretation book you had open on the table, “I’d say, it seems as if you’re to have a lousy beginning to your month. An accident maybe? Oh no-” You stopped, leaning down now at your book and taking your reading more seriously. Ominis was sat chuckling opposite you, seemingly very amused at how serious you were suddenly taking it. 

“Okay, no, not an accident, but maybe a bad start. However…” You returned back to consulting your book, becoming increasingly frustrated. “However it would seem by the end of the month, new opportunity is blooming and new, strong relationships are in the makings. Hm.” 

You leant back as you finished your prediction.

“How very vague my tea leaves are.” Ominis quipped, the slight smile never really leaving his expression.

You giggled at this, leaning fully back now and crossing your arms.

“Okay, your turn. Just tell me that I’m not going to get eaten by a giant Acromantula or something?” 

-

By the time Divination had finished, you and Ominis were on friendly terms again, and you couldn’t help but notice just how playful Ominis had been in that lesson. Did he just perhaps not take Divination seriously? (You couldn’t blame him) As he did the rest of his classes, whilst you and Sebastian messed around?

You had insisted you go down the rope ladder first, in an attempt to save yourself the embarrassment of Ominis being stood at the bottom and you fumbling around for the next wooden step of the ladder. He had offered multiple times to go first and help you down, insisting there was nothing to be embarrassed about (”Y/N, I literally can’t see you”), but you were absolutely mortified by the notion and firmly held your ground. 

The corridor was pleasantly much cooler than the Divination classroom, the late afternoon sun tucking away behind the clouds now. The two of you trotted down the stairs, laughing about how at least five people in the class today alone had predicted their own deaths. 

“It’s just such a ridiculous class, I’m sorry. I really didn’t think it would be as bad as everyone was saying. I hope crystal ball reading requires more actual magical talent.” You laughed as you reached the bottom of the stairs. 

Ominis laughed with you, until he suddenly slowed his pace to almost a stop.

“Y/N, I was wondering actually, if you’d mind awfully accompanying me to Hogsmeade next Saturday?” Ominis asked, a hint of caution in his voice.

“Oh, I didn’t realise it was a Hogsmeade weekend next week. Of course, I’d love to!” You responded, cheerily. 

Ominis smiled, and stated that it was settled. The two of you made your way back to Slytherin Common Room, making up more possible ridiculous predictions that could occur in your tea leaves.

-

Part 4 will be coming! Thank you for reading I know it’s long

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #slytherin reader #sebastian sallow

[xenajen]

Qiao Ling and thoughts with flower symbolism, spoilers for both seasons

(take a shot every time I say parallel and symbolism)

with so many visuals of Qiao Ling shown with red eyes, it really makes me think that she'll be taken advantage of in s2. Whether it’s being possessed again, or a death plot device, I hate to say it, but she is the boys' strongest and weakest link 

-she knows them extremely well (that Red Eyes took advantage of as we already saw in s2ep1 with the lie) 

-she knows the ins and outs of the case, being around capt. xiao from the start 

-she could very well best Cheng Xiaoshi in a fight or at least evenly match. When they were first taught, she seemed to have a better grasp than CXS (in the special eps!) 

-proximity, she's always close to them 

-the visuals in the op are too much for me to NOT raise an eyebrow. the last frame looks as if she turns her back on cxs falling.  In a sense for betrayal, it seems unlikely that there's a second layer to Qiao Ling at this point-- we know she’s trustworthy, but I think the plot has more to come for her. She’s playing more of a role this season and I always get suspicious when characters are suddenly given more spotlight. the visuals in question:

This also brings meee to another point! The moment I saw her flower was the Hyacinth I was like "oh, okay," but then the s1 finale hit and I was like "Oh... ohhh. Ohhhhh.... oh no..."

If you're not familiar with the legend of Hyacinth from Greek mythology.. the parallels will start paralelling. TLDR;

-apollo fell in love with a mortal, hyacinth, who dies tragically. there are two endings to the story:

-one where apollo kills hyacinth on accident, when they were passing a discus to eachother. hyacinth thinks he can catch it, but fails to estimate apollo's strength, and dies of a head injury

-and another where zephyrus, god of the west wind, is jealous of apollo because he fancied hyacinth, so he pushes the discus with the wind into hyacinth, killing him.

-apollo tries everything, anything he can do to bring hyacinth back to life. in the end, apollo turns hyacinth’s soul into flowers (or, hyacinths), refusing to give him to death. 

-BOTH of these endings reminded me all too much of our current situation and what we know right now.

-the former: not saying lg/cxs represent one or the other of apollo/hyacinth specifically, but how their situation now is made from a series of missteps and overzealousness even, by cxs and possibly lg’s past actions if the timetravelling!lg theory is true; a series of accidents that lead to tragedy when hyacinth oversteps

-the latter; where the two are with eachother, but someone has to come and fuck it up. see: the li siblings; the red eyes is fascinated w/ cxs. i think it's important that Zephyrus kills hyacinth because he couldn't have him. Almost like red eyes going crazy for cxs, obsessed w his power and shit

-ugh here’s the kicker though, hyacinths also symbolize rebirth. Apollo refused to give Hyacinth’s soul to Hades, just like how LG has (possibly) refused to give up and see CXS die in an alternate timeline, deciding to restart(?). 

Back to my part one including Qiao Ling: overall, hyacinths possess a wide array of meanings, and can be color dependent, ranging from “forgive me, i’m sorry”, to jealousy, to sincerity, joy, and rebirth

The question is; why is this QL’s flower? Maybe it’s symbolism of the situation as a whole, maybe an indicator of something more underneath. 

Specifically, red hyacinths represent play, or a more playful kind of love. On a surface level for her character, it can represent her joyful demeanor and dedication, especially to her 2 closest friends. At the same time, mixed with the other meanings of the hyacinth, this can even parallel to the person who possessed her- enamored with CXS to no end, twistedly playful and possessive. 

Perhaps it’s symbolism for forgiveness- for what has already happened, or maybe even for what is to come, if she falls into possession again. We have yet to see Qiao Ling’s inner thoughts on the matter, and how she feels about being used to nearly kill LG.

still yet, stay tuned link clickers! anyway's here's cxs doing the fortnite dance to lift your spirits.

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-Apologies if this was dreadfully obvious or smth but I just wanted to put this out there

-how many of you were familiar with the story of hyacinth and apollo?

#link click #qiao ling #link click theory #shiguang dailiren #shiguang #lu guang #cheng xiaoshi

[kakiastro]

Fame in Astrology series part 4

Topic: chef

Disclaimer: this post is just for entertainment purposes only and please don’t copy my work, thank you!

Hey you all! I’m back with the 4th part of the series! Last post was about modeling, what you can look for when it comes to fashion in your chart or your favorite model charts

Here is a link to that post:

Now we’re going to discuss what it means to be a great chef or what makes a person have a love for food and loves cooking.

We’ll use the famous Chef Gordon Ramsey for examples because who doesn’t know Gordon lol

Okay let’s get started

1. When it comes to cooking, we need to look at the Venus sign + ruler.

Venus rules over food. This can show you what type of food you like and what type of food you like cooking.

Ex. Chef Ramsay has Venus Scorpio conj Sun 6h. If you ever seen Hell’s Kitchen, you’ll know how intense it, it’s also funny that he run a competition show because Scorpio is traditionally ruled by Mars which rules over competition. Scorpio also also explains why he has this intimidating aura lol.

2. This is probably an obvious one but Taurus and 2h

Taurus rules our taste buds and food. This is why there’s a stereotype that Taurus loves food because you all rule over it lol

Ex. Chef Ramsey has cancer 2h with ruler moon in his 4h. He has Taurus 12h with north node (fate and destiny) here. His biggest cooking inspiration is his mom or the women in his life. With Taurus being in the 12h, he has a fascination with foreign flavors, with north node here, this is what he’s meant to do in this lifetime! He’s become a pillar in the culinary community.

3. This ties into my last point but the moon and the 4h has lot to do with cooking.

Moon rules our private lives, emotion,homes, family and mom. Our first introduction to food is well our family and mostly our mom. Food is also seen as an emotional comfort.

Ex. Chef Ramsay has Virgo moon 4h and Cancer 2h. His perfectionist approach may have started with his mom or the women in his life. Maybe he was criticized at a young age. I know Virgo moon tend to be hard on themselves and it started in childhood. But that perfectionism is what got him to be where he is now. With cancer 2h, cooking for people is how he makes his money. I will say, he seems way more chilled then he did at the beginning of his career. His clap backs are still funny though😅

4. The last thing we need to look at is Virgo and the 6h.

Virgo rules over overall health and routine. Food is an important part of the day and depending on how we eat can affect our health.

Ex. Chef has Virgo stellium 4h and Scorpio stellium 6h. Obviously I don’t know his eating habits but with a Virgo stellium 4h, I assume he loves home cooked meals, cooking for the family brings him joy. Scorpio stellium, he passionate about his work which is probably comes off so hard on cooks. He holds himself at a high standard so he expects others to do the same, that’s the energy of the 6h and when you add intense sign Scorpio…

Well I hope you enjoyed this post, do you love cooking?

im doing politician next, comment if you want me to do another profession

Thanks!

#astrology community #knowledge #astrology #love astrology #astro observations #celebritybirthchart #fame astrology #fame in astrology

[astridhoff03]

Iron Flame - Review

Burn. It. Down. Indeed. No, but I really enjoy the second part of the Fourth Wing Saga Even though I have to forgive Rebecca Yarros that she killed one my favorite Characters. The only thing I criticize is that the Love story is in both books to much. And there’s pointless smut also, which for me personally doesn’t feel like a real romantic-releationship more like a physical one. People will I hate me if I say that, but I don’t care about Xaden Riorson. I couldn't form an emotional connection with him because when I look at him I’m just seeing Rhysand and Darkling again. And the Darkling and Rhysand are similar but are characterwise very different, Xaden is a decent character but he doesn’t have what grabbed me when I read about Rhysand or the Darkling. But there are more things I really like then dislike, Violet for example she’s still a very good protagonist and I like the things she’s going trough trough out the book. It’s always interesting with her because she’s smart but also really caring. Some people compare her to Hiccup from httyd, I get they are similar, but I think personally that Hiccup is more complex and more relatable than Violet, don’t get me wrong she’s cool but doesn’t stick out that much, than Hiccup, Celaena, Feyre, Nesta, Zoya or Inej does. As I said before I don’t really care about her Relationship with Xaden that much, don’t get me wrong I like Love-Stories and Romantic stuff in books as in movies very much but at some points I had the feeling that Violet was over focused on Xaden. I know there life’s where attached to each other thanks to their Dragons, but even Feyre from ACTOR wasn’t that over focused on her mate or want to fuck him before a fucking War starts. Their Relationship is definitely the weakest part of the book and should be more in the background, I think that would’ve done overall great story wonders. The political stuff and the Dragon stuff is actually more interesting. Maybe the other three books will get me invested in Xadens Character, if it’s not his Perspective. Apropos Dragons I have to give credit to Tairn and Andarna, they were fantastic. I also really like that we see the see more of the releationship Violet has with her Dragons. But overall I have to confess I like the Dragons from httyd much more, they feel more real. I also really Love Violet and Sloanes relationship near the end, I just wished Violet would be more of a Mentor figure maybe some kind of a sister for Sloane when they resolved their conflict. Syrena and Cat I also liked, but Cat was a bitch until the end happen. But I like that Violet and her now accept each other. I just wish the side characters weren’t that blend. You know very little about them. The political that was going on was also very interesting, Navarre is a very fascinating Kingdom. The ending is very dramatic with Violets Mom sacrificing herself. Sorry but Idk why but I would’ve leave it with this ending instead of Xaden again and his red eyes and the whole scene with Jack. But overall I can recommend it, it’s enjoyable but I personally prefer the first book more. I also never saw so many roasting Videos on YouTube that for 2 hours straight. I mean yeah the Emperyean Series is a little overrated but it has potential and Rebecca Yarros is talented, the only thing that holds the Books a little back is the relationship between Xaden and Violet and also Xaden. But I wish Rebecca Yarros still the best, because I know writing, figuring out where the plot goes, plant Plottwits in it and at the same time make the characters complex and compelling is hard work. But if I were her, I would have waited a little longer to develop and figure more things out and get more feedback.

#fourth wing #iron flame #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #fourth wing garrick #catriona #catriona cordella #rhiannon matthias #ridoc gamlyn #sawyer #fourth wing Imogen #mira sorrengail #lilith sorrengail #burton varrish #dain aetos #syrena #violet and xaden #violet and tairn #andarna #onyx storm

[lily-orchard]

So I finally started playing the Mass Effect trilogy after you spoke so lovingly about it. I just adore the series (I would die for Garrus and Tali). But there’s something that’s been bothering me for a while. Does it ever feel like the devs overestimated how much fans would really like Liara? I was practically blindsided with how she claims she has feelings for Shepard the second time I’d initiated a conversation with her. But then you turn her down and she keeps coming back, and it always feels like she’s just there wanting to bone Shep, even to the point that you can cheat on or with her with little no consequence from her. Her romance feels more fetishy than the others, and even their friendship feels forced.

Maybe it’s because I don’t find Liara particularly interesting, especially compared to other characters, but was this something you ran up on when you played the trilogy? It’s weird to me that she’s such a fan favorite with how bland her character is but maybe I’m being too critical of it.

There's a reason Garrus and Tali were so popular that BioWare made them romanceable in the next game.

The fact that Garrus, Wrex and Tali weren't romanceable meant that their banters with Shepard had to be based on something other than romance. So they actually got to discuss things without it always coming back to "Hey why the sudden interest, wink wink nudge nudge say no more?"

As a result, by the time they are romanceable, there's an existing friendship to build upon. Tali gets really flustered when she accidentally admits her feelings, and in ME2 even admits she had a juvenile hero worship of Shepard after she saved her on the Citadel, but that turned into genuine affection as they became friends and fought together and Shepard showed her genuine care and concern that Quarians aren't accustomed to.

Garrus is really forthcoming with Shepard in a way that makes people go "Oh... oh no he's cute." Especially since Shepard and Garrus are constantly using the worst pick up lines they can think of on each other, it's fucking adorable.

It helps that Garrus and Tali are the only two Squadmates who are on the Normandy in every game.

Liara really suffers from "Debut Game Romance Syndrome." ME3 characters introduced and romanceable in ME3 also have this problem. Because dev time is limited and every character is expensive to put on screen, characters have to get through as much potential content as possible in very little time. Especially in ME1 where the framework for the entire game had to be built from the ground up.

Liara, Kaiden AND Ashley all suffer from this, they all come on to Shepard rather quickly (there are literally only 4 mandatory story missions in ME1, reminder) and by the time the Normandy is locked down, your love interest is talking to you like you've been together for a while. So the pacing is completely fucked because there's a ton of dialogue that the game has to account for the player possibly missing and carrying on anyway.

But where Liara suffers is from marketing. Her entire reason for being in the game was to advertise "lesbian sex with sexy blue alien lady." So she's always signalling immediately to Shepard that she's interested. The hilarious part is that this crosses wires with Liara's dialogue about the Protheans, so it always feels like Liara isn't so much interested in Shepard as she is the Prothean cipher in her head. Like if she could extract Shepard's brain and fuck that, she would.

Certainly recontexualizes the way she's all woozy and light headed every time she mind-melds with Shepard. You're welcome for that cursed imagery.

Liara isn't much of a character beyond that. She gives expository dialogue, tells you to go to Ilos, and talks about how 'fascinating' Shepard is. She represents the problems with the way the Asari are designed and written as a whole. And she doesn't come into her own as a character until Mass Effect 3. Even in Mass Effect 2 she has to change personalities to become harsher and more openly pragmatic.

But honestly I don't think she's oversold. She's barely in Mass Effect 2, and BioWare tends to put Garrus and Tali front and centre over Liara.

[invisible-key]

Sick in Public - part 3

This is an indirect continuation of my Sick in Public series – it can be read without reading part 1 and part 2. While the previous two parts represented a blog post Bernie has written to describe his experience with vomiting on a bus, this part is about a new character, who found inspiration in Bernie's post and tried to recreate it herself. ;)

Kinks: emetophilia, stuffing for emeto purposes

OCs: Emily (pic)

Warning: slight nsft (mentions of arousal)

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My name is Emily, and I am an emetophile.

I’ve been fascinated with puking for as long as I can remember, but only after leaving for college and getting my own room away from my family, I have found courage to experiment with self-induced vomiting.

I’ve been following the blog of this one digital artist who draws a lot of emeto and asphyxiation stuff. But occasionally he makes a post about himself vomiting irl as well. Recently, he wrote a post about his true experience of throwing up on a crowded bus and it’s given me brain rot. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The image of chunks of vomit reflecting back onto my skin as I puke on the doors of a bus was living in my brain rent-free 24/7. I was obsessed. I needed to feel it.

I’ve never had the courage to make myself vomit in public, but it’s one of my biggest fantasies. Nobody would suspect a thing. When people see a petit, innocent-looking 19-year-old girl get sick on a bus, they’re not going to assume that she is a gross degenerate who gets off on making a public mess. They are going to think she is very ill and feel sorry for her, maybe even comfort her. Something about the idea of deceiving people like this made my brain tingle.

The important question was: how do I induce nausea inconspicuously? I went to the internet to research ways to induce vomiting (this search itself made me excited to puke right now). I saw a picture of mustard dissolved in water and it kind of looked like orange juice so I figured it might be a sneaky way to make myself sick in public.

On the designated day, I took an empty 0,5 L bottle, added three teaspoons of mustard in it and filled it with water. I put on a light orange dress with a pattern of white flowers (hopefully I’ll be able to wash vomit stains off of it).

I wanted to fill up my stomach as much as possible, so I cooked a vegetable soup and forced myself to eat the whole pot. I was starting to feel a little queasy from fullness, but I didn’t give in until I swallowed the last spoonful. My belly felt heavy and tight. It became visibly round and protruded from under my dress.

After the large meal, I hopped onto a bus headed for the shopping centre. I sat at the back of the bus, away from people, so that they would not realize that the orange juice smelled like mustard. When I settled down, I opened the bottle. I took a sip and grimaced. The taste was revolting, but I tried to supress gagging because I had to remain inconspicuous.

I was only able to down half the bottle, the taste was just too much. My mouth started salivating a little and I gagged into my palm. A bit of acid came up to my mouth, but I swallowed it back down.

The bus ride took ten minutes, during which… nothing happened. I was queasy due to the gross taste, but it didn’t seem that I was going to vomit. My fantasy of feeling droplets of vomit reflect back onto my skin off the doors of a bus was not going to become a reality.

Oh well. If I’m already at the mall, I might as well buy a new summer dress.

I got off the bus and made my way towards the entrance of the mall, feeling water sloshing inside my heavy stomach. The disgusting taste lingered on my tongue, and I felt a bit queasy and lightheaded.

I entered the mall and headed for my favourite clothing store. As I was browsing dresses, I still felt nauseated, but at this point I didn’t think much of it. I became more interested in shopping than in throwing up. I found a delightful light green dress with a pattern of white flowers that I was sure would go great with my red hair, and I made my way to the changing rooms to try it on.

Suddenly, I was overcome by a shiver followed by a cold sweat.

No – no way that I’m going to vomit NOW…

But there was no mistaking the feeling as my throat tightened and my mouth filled with a large amount of saliva.

I basically threw away the dress and ran out of the store. I emerged at the central plaza of the shopping centre. In the middle of it was a small fountain surrounded by benches. I knew where the bathroom was, but I could tell that I was not going to make it there.

I stopped halfway to the fountain. I was shaking and my legs felt weak. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt a little dizzy. The time has run out. I leaned forward and put my hands on my knees.

“Egk – guuuurh – cough!”

I gagged and retched, and a small amount of brownish water came out my mouth and fell on the tiles below.

“Cough, cough…………”

I’m not vomiting that much yet, maybe I can still stop it… I tried to supress the nausea by sheer willpower, but my belly convulsed forcefully, putting pressure on my overfilled stomach, which sent a large amount of undigested soup up my oesophagus. A waterfall of puke spilled out of my mouth and splashed noisily on the tiles underneath. The puddle was light brown with visible pieces of vegetables. It didn’t look all that different from the soup I had eaten. This thought created a mental image of me eating puke, which made me shudder and immediately retch again in disgust. A small, rather chunky wave of vomit made its way to my mouth and I let it spill out. A piece of vegetable stayed lodged at the side of my tongue, tickling my throat, which stimulated my stomach to spew uncontrollably. “Uuuuuuuuurrrgh!”  – splash, splash! The intensity of this heave put tears in my eyes. I could barely catch a breath, and I was swaying on my weak legs.

I startled when I felt a hand on my arm. I flinched and looked in that direction, while I was still coughing and gagging as the aftereffect of the last wave. Through vision blurred with tears, I recognized a tall man. “Are you alight, miss?” he said in a kind and soft voice. “Let’s sit you down, okay?” He took my hand and lead me to the bench at the base of the fountain.

As soon as I sat down, saliva started filling my mouth once again. I was breathing rapidly, and my heart was pounding in my ears. I was covered in sweat, my belly muscles hurt, I was trembling with sickness, and I just wanted this to be over. I tried to breathe deeply to soothe the nausea, but it wasn’t working. My stomach contracted and more vomit shot out of my mouth, staining the bottom of my dress and splashing on the tiles underneath.

“Huuuuurk!!”

I felt the stranger’s gentle hand caressing my back as I gagged and coughed up forgotten chunks of food from the depths of my throat.

I tried to breathe deeply, for the nausea was overwhelming. There were tears in my eyes, my whole body was trembling, all I could do was breathe. Breathe in, breathe out…

I looked up at my saviour. „Th-thank you…“ I strained through my tense throat, just before a massive wave overtook me. My stomach contracted painfully, and I lurched forward, a watery projectile shooting out of my mouth. It went on for longer than I thought possible, water after water making its way out of me without a break. When it finally ended, I felt a bit dizzy. I tried to breathe, the outside world felt distant, and the only thing I sensed was the hand on my back. When I managed to catch my breath, I opened my eyes and noticed that the puddle of vomit in from of me was HUGE. I was worried that the people might suspect something… But what could they possibly suspect? Nobody is going to assume that an innocent-looking girl overate on soup and then took an emetic to make herself violently sick in a mall.

The man kept rubbing my back, which felt comforting.

“What happened to you, young miss? Why are you so sick? Should I call an ambulance?”

I shook my head dizzily. “No, i-it’s fine…”

I barely managed to finish the sentence before I coughed up another mouthful of bile. It did not shoot far so basically all of it landed on my dress.

I breathed and breathed, and then my stomach contracted again, straining heavily to get just a little bit of water out.

I breathed in and then I started to feel better. The sweet after-vomit feeling of relief washed over me and made me feel light and ecstatic. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasant feeling while the man kept rubbing my back.

When I opened my eyes, I looked down at the massive pool of vomit on the floor. I thought that this huge amount of water and all of these chunks of food came out of my stomach, and it turned me on. My panties were completely drenched, but I wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or if I had pissed myself due to all the straining. Maybe both.

I decided that I should leave before the cleaning staff shows up and starts yelling at me.

I smiled softly at the man (probably didn’t look that charming with pieces of barfed up leak lodged between my teeth). “Thank you for your help, I feel better now. I will leave now. My dad is at the parking lot, he will take me home,” I lied, because I didn’t want to inconvenience the man any longer. I got up and made my way to the exit on weak legs. When I got on the return bus, I sat next to the window and I closed my eyes. I smiled. I did not end up spewing chunks onto the bus door, but it turned into an exciting experience nonetheless.

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Disclaimer: This is a fetish story and as such meant to be fiction and not an inspiration for irl deeds. Do not try this "at home". (Also pls don't try to make that mustard emetic, I'm not sure how safe it actually is and I heard that it might not be safe for people with diabetes or a heart condition etc.)

#emetophilia #emetophilic character #female emeto #oc: emily #my kink writing #vomiting in public

[emarasmoak]

The Rings of Power: Charlie Vickers on That Monster Revelation

This is probably the most insightful interview I have read about Charlie's understanding of his character' motivations.

Taking a break from Season 2 production outside London, Charlie Vickers discussed the big revelation about his character and what it means for Halbrand’s relationship with Galadriel (Morfydd Clark).

When he auditioned for the Amazon prequel series “The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power,” Charlie Vickers did not know he would be playing two roles: the conflicted human Halbrand and the ultimate deceiver, Sauron. But he began to have suspicions early on.

During his audition, he was asked to read pieces from William Shakespeare’s “Richard III” and John Milton’s “Paradise Lost” — “literally auditioning as Satan,” he recalled by phone on Thursday, just hours before the Season 1 finale dropped overnight, on Friday. “That was a bit of a clue.”

But it wasn’t until filming was about to resume for the third episode (after a Covid production hiatus) that the series’s showrunners, Patrick McKay and J.D. Payne, took Vickers to the set for an evil fortress, turned to him and said, “Hail, Lord Sauron.”

“That was a seminal moment for me,” Vickers said.

While he missed out on playing the spiky armored version of the dark lord in the show’s prologue in Episode 1 (“I wish that was me!” he said), Vickers went all-in on his Sauron studies, reading “The Silmarillion” in its entirety and combing through obscure passages in Tolkien’s Legendarium as part of his “subconscious work.”

How does it feel to be the answer to the question tormenting the internet? Or if you’re Sauron, maybe you enjoy tormenting the internet.

"[Laughs.] Exactly. Maybe there has been some kind of sick enjoyment that I’ve been getting. Luckily, I’ve managed to stay off the internet, but it’s been hard to avoid. I’ve had friends guessing and telling me I’m Sauron ever since the second episode, which I’ve not been able to confirm or deny. So it’s a relief."

"What’s been so interesting about the show is that it doesn’t shy away from the lore. For the people who know, there are little Easter eggs or hints here and there. When you look back to the second episode, you’re like, “OK, that makes sense in the grand scheme of things.” So I think it’s great that there’s been so much debate."

You once mentioned that you found useful things in Tolkien’s letters, although you didn’t specify which ones. I took that as a possible reference to the period in which Sauron sought redemption. But then the showrunners talked recently about another way to read Sauron-as-Halbrand: as a power addict. What was it that you found in Tolkien that helped shape your portrayal?

"I think the repentant Sauron is a really interesting thing. But I like to leave it ambiguous because it was ambiguous in Tolkien’s writing, such as in Letter 131, and in “Morgoth’s Ring,” in the History of Middle-earth series. He spoke of Sauron repenting “if only out of fear.” I think his repentance is fascinating — and this is why I don’t want to say necessarily how I interpreted it as an actor — because it creates two different [possibilities] for Halbrand."

"If you look at him as if he’s genuinely repentant, and he wants to escape this dark path and live as someone who’s been humbled, then Galadriel inadvertently draws him back to this power. She says to him in the smithery, “There’s no peace here,” and that scene illuminates this whole idea for him of: “Well, you’re right, there is no peace for me as a regular person. My peace is in power. I need to rule. I need to lead.” And she literally gives him the keys to the kingdom and sends him back down the rabbit hole. That is, if you view him as repenting genuinely."

"But, if you view his repentance as an act, then it leans more into his deception, and his deception of her, in that she’s a tool for him to get back to where he wants to be. You rarely see Halbrand alone before the finale, save for this moment when he’s in the smithery, staring at his pouch, making his decision. Otherwise, you mostly see him through the eyes of other characters."

And yet he’s about to cry in that moment by himself.

"I always like to think that in shape-shifting, the best way to deceive is to fully take on the form of what you’re trying to portray: thinking, feeling, living, breathing as a human man. Only through a wholehearted embodiment of his form could he deceive these massively influential figures. This is even when he’s by himself, because the gods are always watching. And we know that he fears the gods; we know that he’s scared. Because Tolkien says that explicitly."

"He can use Galadriel as a tool. She knows the right people. She gets into the right rooms. If he’s by her side, it can only lead to good things, as long as he remains undiscovered. So I made a decision as the best way for me to approach it, to make it real for me. And let people interpret it as they will."

Did you decide for yourself about a lot of little details? Like, what’s in his pouch? Why was he at sea? Was his injury was self-inflicted so that Galadriel would take him to the elves?

"I have a belief about what’s in the pouch, but I won’t share that. Him being at sea may or may not be explored farther down the line. The injury, yes, I think he wounds himself, because he was very aware of what was coming. He thought he had stopped it, but he knows there’s only one way to get out of this mess. He risks this Halbrand form to get to the elves because he understands that the only way he can be healed is through their power and magic."

Do you think he wanted Galadriel to figure it out?

"Yes. He’s ready for her to see him for who he is, and he thinks she’s ready to know it. He makes this pitch to her, and it’s so closely linked to the mirror of Galadriel in “The Fellowship of the Ring.” It gives it an interesting context, I think."

He offers to make her his queen. Is that a marriage proposal?

"That’s something I thought about a lot, but I don’t think so. W.H. Auden wrote an essay on Tolkien, and he said something along the lines of, “Evil loves only itself.” [“Evil, defiantly chosen, can no longer imagine anything but itself.”] So I think in his pitch to Galadriel, it cannot mean that he loves her or that there’s any kind of romantic relationship. There should be no ambiguity around the fact that Sauron is evil — he’s terrible, and he’s using Galadriel to enhance his power."

"Throughout the season, she shows him a different way of ruling and maybe illuminates some things for him. So in making that pitch, I think he’s saying, “Join me and we can rule, and I can coordinate everything and rehabilitate Middle-earth.” But having said that, I also think he would have gotten there anyway without her. He would have descended back into evil. It was inevitable."

Haladriel shippers will despair.

"[Laughs.] Shipping, by the way, is actually a word that Morfydd taught me! Hopefully people will see that any kind of romantic feeling, which couldn’t exist, vanishes into thin air."

What’s the plan going forward, given that Sauron is a shape-shifter?

"There are a lot of twists and turns coming with the character of Sauron. We know that [his disguise as] Annatar is such a massive part of this world, and the prospect of that is really exciting to me. I can’t say much more than that."

"I love that cloak so much! I didn’t get to keep it, unfortunately. I have one gift that was given to me by one of the stunt guys, Daniel Andrews, which is a T-shirt printed with an artist’s image of Halbrand doing the sword flip on the back. That’s Danny’s trick; he’s had it in his stunt arsenal for 30 years, and he’s been trying to get it into a show for 30 years. There’s been nothing released with Halbrand, so I haven’t dared to wear it, even around the house. But that’s the coolest souvenir."

Annatar is the lord of gifts. Did you get or give any gifts on set? Maybe that wonderful hooded cloak you wear to Mordor?

#halbrand #galadriel #haradriel #the rings of power #charlie vickers #trop #trop interviews #trop speculation #sauron

[ladyantiheroine]

With The Wolf Among us 2 is on it's way, which version of Bigby Wolf do you think is the better, the comic book version or the game version, and what characteristic do you find so appealing?

Hello! Thank you for the question! 

First of all, let me begin by saying that as of right now, I have not read all of the Fables comics (I’m somewhere a little past issue #50-ish) so this answer may be imperfect since I don’t have all the information from the series. 

Short Answer: I prefer video game Bigby by a long shot. He's more nuanced, better-written, and hotter than he is in the comics.

Long Answer:

Bigby in the comics doesn’t have the same internal struggles and complex relationships that he does in the game. Part of this is because Bigby is less of a protagonist in the comics, which have a broader scope and are more of an ensemble story. Again, I haven’t finished the whole series, so maybe I’m missing something, but he just feels more one-dimensional. Most of the characters in Fables don’t seem to change much and he’s no exception. He’s not a bad character, just not particularly noteworthy. I do like how he’s a bit of a pulp detective nerd at the beginning of the series, like when he explains the whole “parlor room scene” trope and we see pulp magazines next to his bed in one panel. But aside from that, he feels surface-level compared to the game.

He also makes a lot of…questionable decisions in the comics that I don’t like. Specifically, ones relating to Snow White. Certain things he says to her and certain things he does I just don’t like. I don’t mind characters being flawed and making bad decisions, because every story needs that. But even when Bigby acts like an asshole in the game, you understand where he’s coming from as the underappreciated force that’s keeping Fables from killing each other. I understand Bigby’s bad behavior more in the game than in the comics. In the comics, he acts like an asshole sometimes for no reason other than he’s the Big Bad Wolf and a tough action-hero guy. 

As for Bigby in the Telltale game, it’s tricky to talk about his characterization because it’s based on the choices that each player makes. Sure, he’s a gruff detective guy no matter how you play him. But depending on your choices, he can be merciful and cooperative or violent and vengeful. I have my own preferences for my choices (I would argue Bigby is more complex and interesting when he’s trying to be good) but both of those routes make sense for someone like him. His character journey, combined with the moral dilemmas the story presents, makes Bigby an interesting, layered character.

This all ties into the overarching, personal struggle that Bigby wrestles with in the game, enabled by Telltale’s player-choice template: He is torn between falling back into his violent habits as the Big Bad Wolf, or resisting them in favor of carving out this new path for himself. These two paths determine his character arc in a nuanced way, and both are logical outcomes for his character. The struggle between his affinity for violence and his desire to shed his past is a fascinating balancing act he has to maintain, which gives him a lot more depth and opportunity for character growth.

Also, in the game, Bigby suffers consequences in a way he doesn’t in the comics. When he acts out and gets violent, there are often repercussions. You can sympathize with him because he’s putting himself in danger to protect a community that does not appreciate him and still sees him as the Big Bad Wolf. But at the same time, you can also understand why the Fables wouldn’t trust Bigby, not just because of his past, but because he represents the Fabletown government that has failed them. It’s a complex situation that makes him far more interesting, compared to the comics where he just…stomps around and does stuff. 

He also feels these consequences more, with a mix of guilt, resentment, and maybe even self-loathing. Meanwhile, in the comics, he seems indifferent to how others perceive him, a certainty with himself that gives him less to personally wrestle with. The game’s consequences give weight to his actions and take a more personal toll on him. The game interrogates Bigby's "Big Bad Wolf" side in a way the comics have little interest in doing.

On top of all this, Bigby has more interesting relationships in the game. The game explores the internal tensions of the Fable community much more than the comics ever did: The way the Fabletown government has failed to protect its citizens, the way Fables who can’t “pass” for human are at a disadvantage, etc. We see this in his relationship with Toad and Colin, the regulars at the Trip Trap, etc. We see him butt-heads with those in power above him at the office, like Crane and even Snow at times. We see him reconcile with his past relationships in his interactions with the Woodsman. Bigby occupies an interesting liminal space between being Fabletown’s protector and being Fabletown’s feared outcast, and this creates a host of different dynamics with the other characters he interacts with.

Part of this could be a genre thing, as the comics are more of a superhero war story while the game is a detective noir mystery. This allows the game to get a closer, more intimate look at the characters and how the events are affecting them personally, which, in my opinion, lends to more interesting character writing. And of course, as many have already pointed out, I’m not a fan of how the Bigby/Snow romance plays out in the comics. The game does a way better job of fleshing out their relationship despite the fact the two don’t technically end up together. I think Telltale is just better at this kind of character writing than Bill Willingham is. The game is more interested in exploring the implications of Bigby’s character and his relationship with the world around him than the comics are. Not just Bigby, but all the characters, really.

I could go on for longer, but to summarize: Bigby is a more complex and interesting character than his comic book counterpart, who is mostly a one-note tough guy who is generic at best and unnecessarily cruel at worst. The game gives us reasons and motives for Bigby’s character, while the comics just expect us to roll with whatever he does. 

Telltale Bigby has nuance, motives, and growth in a way he just doesn’t in the comics.

Also, on a very shallow level, I find video game Bigby much more aesthetically pleasing (plus he’s voiced by Adam Harrington in the game, and that man’s voice is smoking hot).

I’m sorry this answer is super long, I love analysis and this game gives me a Lot Of Feelings.

#long post #sorry #I have many Thoughts and Feelings about this man #the wolf among us #twau #the wolf among us 2 #twau2 #bigby wolf #fables #fables comics #bill willingham #shut up elizabeth #rambles #telltale games #twau rambles

[xplrvibes]

part two. Ive decided to make comments as i watch big bulks so i don’t forget what i’m thinking.

1. the more sam and colby talk abt cody and satori… the more i believe them. like maybe im just a chameleon to opinion but they genuinely seem to believe in c&s and i wasn’t there, i haven’t experienced any of this so i think i’m back to ‘hey maybe it wasn’t all bs and this might be real’. I also firmly do not believe cody was cracking joints bc how? they felt it in the floor, heard it in the walls.. doesn’t make sense. also if the house ever goes up again they need to put an offer down. i get what sam was saying and it not being practical (properly value 300k but asking for 1.4m? that’s steep). it’d be a great investment tho.

2. with sam and colbys luck, one of them would get the most undeniable evidence of the paranormal (someone levitating, thrown a distance, possessed…) and people would still be like ‘fake!’ Lol Also gram (?) just mentioned a similar experiment to what we were discussing the other day! except he said take random people and not tell them which is haunted, we were saying put snc in a place and not tell them its haunted and then see what happens. they liked that idea so who knows… they might lol

3. i will always be so fascinated and proud of colby for how he handled and continues to be so transparent about his cancer journey. i say journey bc it will continue to be apart of his life for years to come, whether through medical appointments, anniversary anxieties, or just talking about it. mad props to him, mad props.

4. i just got a series of flashes in my mind of black and white photos of snc respectively announcing engagements to their partners and births of their children and it made me smile. one day, boys. one day that’ll be your future, your “purpose”.

done.

- aussie anon

always nice to listen to podcasts where everyone knows each other well, its less interviewy and more just a convo with friends caught on camera.

Also I hope their merch is still in stores next time i’m in the usa bc i would definitely grab a hoodie. just don’t wanna pay the insane conversion rate and shipping costs. i priced it, a hoodie + shipping works out to be $149aud. sorry boys… can’t do it 😂

1, I believe that they believe in Cody and Satori. I've never called snc's credibility into question with that whole mess, and it kind of annoys me that others do - not cause I think they are above reproach or something, but because people love to say "oh snc never bothered to even try to debunk these guys, so they must be in on it." Like, WHAT? They literally flew back across the country weeks later to try and debunk it cause they knew full well that there were a lot of ways out and around this. When the controversy started, they reached out to C&S and asked if they could run more tests and C&S said no. SNC, having done all of that, came out still believing them while also fully acknowledging that they could be faking - not much else they can do besides that right there, so why they are still coming under fire about it when C&S are the "frauds" is beyond me.

Literally, do y'all want them to kidnap these two people, tie them up, remove their shoes, and force them to do this barefoot? Do you want them to release this additional footage they have that C&S did not give them permission to release that they could probably get sued over (since releasing it would be done without consent) and possibly blacklisted from the entire paranormal community, just so reddit can have their fucking jollies? Like...?? Go after C&S and let snc continue to have their beliefs on the whole thing, since they did everything they felt they could to disprove this before making their decision on where they stood on the issue.

Sorry for the rant, that whole situation just annoys me.

As far as them almost buying the house - that made me laugh, cause we joked about the possibility of them doing that on here back when the house went up for sale. So knowing it almost happened is not only funny, but also explains some vague shit they said back in the day about possibly owning a haunted house lol.

2, You know, Sam's exuberant insistence that he wants to have some horrible thing happen to him so that he could have the experience and finally know for 100% that the paranormal is real is exactly the problem with Sam, and I've been calling that out for years. The fact that he can so casually say it out loud made me both feel vindicated and perturbed by him and his hubris (here's a good example of his hubris again lol).

But yea, I hope they take the idea and run with it!

3, I thought it was interesting to hear him be honest about the fact that this whole situation with the cancer is hitting him harder now than it did while he was in the thick of it. That is trauma. That is shock and adrenaline wearing off, and hindsight creeping in. I think it's important to be able to come out and say, "Yea, not all of this is a positive, and some of this will stick with you for years." Colby tries his damndest (to a fault sometimes) to always come across as a glass all the way full and overflowing kind of guy, or a stoic soldier who doesn't complain and keeps his head up, but then he's also very open about his emotional state, and vaguely alludes to his deep mental health struggles from time to time and I just think there's a well of really dark emotion buried deep, deep inside of him that would be healthier for him and everyone to let out every once in a while.

Anyway, that was a side tangent to the main point, which is that it is very impressive that he continues to put himself out there and speak so candidly about such a stigmatized topic.

Although, I don't think he grasps what the word "celibate" means, but he tried and that's what counts lol

4, I think it's high comedy that these two act like they've never given thought to their kids growing up together when they literally were just joking about this on xplrclub a few months ago. These two have brains like sieves lol.

Also, the looks on their faces when the host said "you should have girlfriends that are friends with each other" like yea, they are working on that right now, as a matter of fact.

And I think they'll be in Zumiez for a long time, so you should be good!!

#asks #aussie anon #snc video review

[scorbleeo]

Book Chat: Throne of Vengeance

Throne Duet (Book 2) by Rina Kent

Source: Google Images

When vengeance strikes…

You don’t know me, but I know you. I’m the shadow that creeps behind you without notice. The moment you see me, you’re dead. An assassin. A killer. A nobody. Until I became somebody. I’ll make everyone who reduced me to a shadow pay. To do that, I’m willing to risk everything. Everything except for my reluctant wife. Rai Sokolov can show me her worst, but this will only end when death does us part. The road to the throne is paved with loss, betrayal, and blood baths. To win, we go all in. Our lives included.

Source: Goodreads (2021)

Hmm...

Don't get me wrong, I liked Throne of Vengeance, I even enjoyed it more than it's predecessor. Unfortunately, something was off with the writing in this book. There were times when I thought the writing style was amateur which should not be the case with Kent, considering she already wrote many books prior of this. Especially the ending, why was it so rushed and underdeveloped?

Lets start from the beginning. I really thought I was going to hate this book when Kent wrote another story with the amnesia plot, this woman loves her amnesia for who knows what reason. However, with or without the amnesia subplot, I absolutely love Rai in this book. Not that I hated her before, but she very obviously grew(?) or perhaps matured in Throne of Vengeance. I absolutely loved it when she meant her "nos". You would be surprised if you paid attention to how many ladies Kent has created who do not take their "nos" seriously...

On the other hand, my dear Kyle. This man went from being that idiotic alpha man in Throne of Power to a cinnamon roll for Rai in Throne of Vengeance. Not that I'm complaining, I am all for men worshipping their ladies. It just fascinated me that all it took for Kyle to mellow down was Rai forgetting him.

What did not fascinate me about Kyle in this book was how incapable he suddenly became. You mean to tell me this famed assassin is a good cop compared to the Russians? I'm supposed to believe this infamous killer couldn't break himself out of first Vlad's capture, then Rolan's capture? I apologise but the way Kent wrote Kyle Hunter since the beginning, his incapability here just didn't fit his profile. Maybe Kent's goal was to show us just how much of a queen Rai is and I love that but really, the Kyle in Throne of Vengeance did not match Kyle Hunter in any prior books.

Which brings me on to the finale because what? This entire duology have been going on about the Irish mafia and that was it? This seriously brought back memories of when we thought we were going to get a banger of a final battle in Game of Thrones only to have that half-assed battle with the White Walkers...

I have no idea what happened with Kent while she wrote Throne of Vengeance but that writing was absolutely off. Still not convinced? Here's another example. I know for a fact Kent can foreshadow, she did so for Ruthless Empire when she storyboarded Cole and Silver's story throughout the entire Royal Elite series. However, the foreshadowing here was a mess, it was too many in a short span of time.

Yes, I mainly have my issues with the writing style for Throne of Vengeance. But in spite of those issues, I still did like the storyline here.

Rating: ★★★★☆

More on the Throne Duet here: Throne of Power (#1)

#book review #throne of vengeance #throne duet #rina kent #rai sokolov #kyle hunter #kyle fitzpatrick #rina kent universe

[melting-sugar-cubes]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....

I don’t mind at tall~! And while I’m not sure I could give a full pick from everything I’ve consumed, I can at least go with some that stick out as extra memorable lol

{Disclaimer: these are in particular order, aside from the order I’ve managed to remember them in-- also full warning that this list is probably gonna be a mess, but here we go lol}

1}: Minato Mito -Therapy Game/Therapy Game Restart

Hoo boy, where do I even start here? I suppose some of the reasons I love Minato so much are the fact that I can relate to him, personality wise... Of course, liking how he looks is a nice bonus too-- but I think one of the biggest reasons is that despite being a troubled person thanks to his past, he’s till willing to work on himself and try to become a better partner/man, even if during that journey he’s still struggling with himself in a fair few different ways.

2}: Howl Pendragon -Howl’s Moving Castle

Look-- all i can offer for my piece here is that this movie is among my top tier bits of comfort media, and i’ll make no excuses that part of said enjoyment is a crush on a flamboyant, charming, and sparkly wizard--

3}: Cheshire Cat -Are You Alice?

Okay, so-- i’ve had a soft spot for Alice in Wonderland themed media for ages now, and this manga was no exception-- plus, the darker/more mysterious twists it’s built on made for something really new at the time i picked it up. And while I adore a majority of the cast, I can’t help singling out this troublemaking cat as a high favorite lol-- seeing as his personality is super appealing to me, and watching his dynamics with other characters was always interesting and fun... although, in addition to this-- the fact that i enjoyed him enough to rp him for a good few years likely goes a long way in me loving him as well. As there’s always something special about making your own memories with a character in that sorta way--

4}: Shui -Lamento ~Beyond the Void~

Despite being a minor character in the story, I like Shui for the fact that he was overall such a caring character, and someone who tried his damnest to fight for he believed was the right thing to do. From befriending (and let’s be honest, probably also falling in love with) Leaks, whom their whole populous viewed as an outcast, to trying to plan a way that he could prove the others wrong about their views on him. And later on, doing all he could to help his son in trying to fix the mistakes he and Leaks ended up setting in motion.

5}: Saint Germain -Code: Realize

I can’t think of the words to put together why I love this man as a character so much... But, I can at least vouch for loving him based on the fact that his route was my favorite to play through. Added fun fact: his route is one of the few that’ve managed to actually make me cry a bit lol

6}: Shiraishi Kageyuki -Collar x Malice

Shiraishi I love because he’s a character I find fascinating, from learning about the deeper layer to him via backstory, to watching him grow as an actual person... Compared to someone who once viewed himself as little more than a doll, a being without his own emotions or true existence.

7}: Ukyo -Amnesia: Memories

Ukyo again gains his spot based on his route(s) being among my favorites in the game lol-- but again, also because i enjoy his complexities, and maybe because i slightly have a thing for fictional men who’re just a bit unhinged XD

8}: Cinderella -Dictatorial Grimoire

Coming from a series that i picked up more or less on a whim, after it was recommended to me at the bookstore one day-- Cinderella is a character i loved at first because of the impression he and the story as a whole gave me, but past that first impression, he grew on me over the course of things as i learned his layers. And somewhat, got to watch him grow-- However, i can’t deny also loving him thanks to the fact that he (like Ches) is an older rp muse of mine. So the memories from those adventures play a big hand in things too lol

9}: Angel Dust -Hazbin Hotel

Aside from loving Angel for the levels of chaos that is his personality, I also enjoy the glimpses of a deeper look we get at him... I guess to sum it up simply, I enjoy Angel because while I vibe with him a surface level, he’s also another case where seeing the bits of deeper layers to his character is fascinating to me.

10}: Blitzo -Helluva Boss

Honestly, I haven’t got much to say about Blitzo-- aside from the fact that like Angel Dust, I love him for the absolute chaotic energy lol

{Honorable Mentions: Giving these a separate section, so I can avoid doing repeats from the same source in the above list-- and below a cut so this post isn’t super long}

Impey Barbicane, Victor Frankenstein, & Cardia Beckford -Code: Realize

For Impey and Fran, my love is 100% born from a mix of their routes being tied and secondary favorites from the game, and simply from a love of their personalities-- meanwhile Cardia’s is mainly the latter, but also because i loved the experience of watching her grow throughout the game (plus, she also earns a sweet spot with me for being one of the few good VN heroines i’ve seen)

Asato -Lamento ~Beyond the Void~

Although his route wasn’t among my favorites in the game... mainly for one reason-- overall, i like Asato because i find him super sweet-- and because i feel like he had a lot of untapped potential that could be put to use.

Shizuma Ikushima & Itsuki Mito -Therapy Game/Therapy Game Restart & Secret xxx

Honestly, while i generally love all the cast from Meguru Hinohara’s works, including one i haven’t listed here-- it’s hard not to have that added soft spot for those closest to my top favorite from this little series lol

March Hare, Alice(?), & Jack/The Knave of Hearts -Are You Alice?

All I have to say is that I love way too many characters out of this manga's cast LOL-- But these three earn a special mention because, yet again, I adore their personalities... And for Alice(?), because I just find him interesting in general-- Jack meanwhile, earns added love thanks to the fact that I've written him as a muse in the past

Ikki -Amnesia: Memories

With Ikki's route being my second favorite from the game, it felt like a crime not to give him a spot somewhere in this list--

Snow White & Otogi Grim -Dictatorial Grimoire

Both Snow and Grim earn a spot here because aside from loving the cast of this manga in general, these two still win extra points for the fact that I adore their personalities lol

For the next few characters, I can't really think of anything to say about them, but-- I'd still like to list them anyway--

Sophie Hatter -Howl’s Moving Castle

Okazaki Kei -Collar x Malice

Isshiki Yasuhiro -Collar x Malice

Alastor -Hazbin Hotel

Stolas -Helluva Boss

#admin post #answered asks #i'm sorry this took me so long to answer aaaa-- #it sadly ended up buried in my drafts-- and i just now found it in me to finish up and post a reply ; w ;

[ablazenqueen]

Do you know any thai BL dramas with sad ending?

I love questions so much, especially rec requests (assuming this is one?), because they make me feel helpful and I get to ramble about shows that I love, but Anon, you asked this question to the worst possible person because I avoid sad endings like the plague 🤣

That said, this is actually a fascinating question! Because I’ve watched so many Thai BLs at this point and I don’t think a single one of them had a truly completely sad ending?? I can think of a small handful of JBLs and Taiwanese BLs and Pinoy BL that have sad endings, but not really Thai BLs? Even Thai lakorns, non-BLs, are more likely to have sad endings. It’s part of the reason I tend to enjoy BLs from Thailand more than anywhere else, I can usually trust they’ll have a happy ending.

However…

Thai BLs With Sad(ish) Endings (in no particular order):

(I won’t spoil the endings themselves, but I think just saying that the endings are sad is a spoiler of sorts so a warning for that. Another warning that I wouldn’t actually recommend half of these shows, mostly because I’m not a fan of sad/ambiguous endings.)

1. The Best Story

- The only Thai BL I could think of that 100% has a sad ending.

2. He’s Coming To Me

- This is a ghost romance and, in classic ghost romance fashion, the ending is… Well, it isn’t exactly sad, but it’s ambiguous. The only show on this list that I actively recommend.

3. Something In My Room

- Another ghost romance with a kinda-but-not-quite sad ending. This one isn’t ambiguous like He’s Coming To Me, it’s a very definitive ending, but whether it’s sad or happy is a matter of perspective.

4. Dear Doctor, I’m Coming For Soul

- A Doctor and a Grim Reaper fall in love. Noticing a pattern here? Thailand tends to prefer happy endings, but seems to struggle when one of the leads is dead and/or supernatural. This is also an ambiguously sad/happy ending.

5. 7 Project

- I’ll be real with you, I didn’t finish this one, so maybe the ending is all sunshine and rainbows. However, I’m putting it on this list because of the kind of show it is. It’s in the style of Y-Destiny, wherein we follow two different leads every two episodes, and all of the two ep mini-series that I watched had sad and ambiguous endings.

6. My Only 12%

- This is a happy ending for the romance, specifically, but the last two episodes deal with unresolvable angst and suffering unrelated to the couple. It’s very sad.

Aaaaaand that’s all I could think of! Hope that helps, Anon! Whether you use it as a list of what to watch or what to avoid 🤣

I could probably make a more extensive list of just general BL with sad endings so lemme know if you’re interested in that!

#thank you for the question! #I always love an excuse to blabber 😁 #thai bl #thai dramas #bl dramas #asks #*my stuff

[exysexualmoron]

Hi, I’m such a fan of your kandreil vampire series It hurts in the best way. I was rereading the Christmas one and noticed how even retroactively thinking about Kevin accepting Thea’s proposal sets off something in Andrew, and hurts him pretty intensely (which makes sense considering his canon abandonment issues are ramped up in this verse because of the circumstances). But I was wondering how you think everything unfolded re: how Andrew found out they were getting married / when and how Kevin told him? And if it was not that much longer than a couple of years (which was the sense I got) after Andrew made his offer to change him I definitely think there would’ve been a period of time where Andrew withdrew from Kevin a lot. I both can’t imagine Andrew at the wedding and feel like Kevin would not feel right about him not being there, so either way I think whoever was there was likely miserable unless Kevin and Thea, being so practical and less romantic, just had a small ceremony with no one except maybe Wymack and someone close to Thea or her family. With the way you wrote it I almost feel like there was some massive miscommunication between Kandrew about this where Kevin put off telling Andrew about the engagement until everyone else already knew and Andrew found out from Nicky or Wymack or someone but maybe that’s not what you pictured at all. Also you said they were practically in a relationship in college but in an unspoken way so that’s more miscommunication fuel from Andrew’s end potentially, and I could see a lot of his frustration about the situation being channeled into the animosity he seems to have towards Thea even if it isn’t totally fair. Sorry for rambling I just was thinking a lot about some of the details of your fic because I think the character work in it, especially how Andrew is written is fascinating

Hi! Okay I'm so excited about this ask because I have this whole timeline mapped out lmao.

Kevin's 27 when Andrew offers, that puts it in 2013. The thing about them is that they never had anything before Neil, yet they did. It was never explicit, never stated, never talked about, but they had feelings for each other and acted on them in almost every aspect except for the sexual one. But. After graduation Kevin moves away and Andrew stays to work with Roland, and that's kinda like a breakup for them. Kevin comes around a lot, the conversation when Andrew offers him immortality actually happens at Eden's. The following year Thea proposes and Kevin says yes. It's not really out of the blue, they had been together since the nest, it was time (the whole world was basically a giant aunt at that point asking them when it would happen because they weren't getting any younger).

Kevin does tell Andrew, he's one of the first people he calls, and Andrew congratulates him and all. There's a piece of vampire lore in this AU that I have no idea whether I've posted any parts with it in it or not, but it's about the age the person's turned (stay with me haha). Vampires are rare, why? Because immortality sucks. After 100 years or so everyone you knew is dead, the world is completely different, yet you remain the same, it just sucks, most vampires don't make it past that mark, and the ones who do were mostly turned under the age of 25 (it has to do with the brain not being fully formed until then in my head). sooooooo by the fact that Kevin is in his late 20s by that point, Andrew sort of has accepted that he'll never be like him (I sort of because that scorpio will never really let go of that).

Andrew congratulates Kevin, Kevin wants him as his best man, Andrew says no because he's an immortal vampire and he doesn't want the media to find out, but deep down it's because he's 1: too deep in his own misery to get himself out of it for long enough and 2: he doesn't want to watch Kevin grow up.

Andrew hates Thea with a passion, always have. At first he saw her as Kevin's beard, then when he realized bi people exist and saw her as the one thing keeping them apart (which she was definitely not lmao).

Kevin keeps them apart. A lot. He knows how Andrew feels and isn't about to give his wife any chance at being alone with a vampire (Kevin doesn't see Andrew as a monster ever, the nest fucked him up like that that murder is never a big deal and well Andrew's killing for food how different is that from that steak on the barbecue?) and risk her becoming dinner.

I love writing them in this. I love exploring human nature, and Andrew's nature, how even in canon he's just thrust into situations and deals with them later, he doesn't actively tries to change anything unless it affects others (which is why he's in an eternal state of sad for like ten years until Neil shows up and gives him the push he needs to change things, if that makes sense).

Thank you for the ask omg I love talking about them.

#timeless #aftg #andreil #kandreil #aftg vampire au #vampire au #my fic #timeless fic #andrew #kandrew #kevin

[hopeymchope]

“Love After World Domination” isn’t interested in its own damn premise

“Love After World Domination” isn’t a BAD manga/anime. It’s actually pretty good..... at what it chooses to do. 

It’s just that what it chooses to do is DEEPLY FRUSTRATING. Because it chooses to straight-up IGNORE ITS FUCKING PREMISE.

So here’s what I’m gonna do.

1) I’m going to briefly explain The Premise. 

2) Next, I’ll tell you What We Got Instead. Which will include details of the (minimal) ways in which they explored the premise before just giving the hell up and making this something that doesn’t need the base premise at all.

3) Finally, I invite you to Consider Other Possibilities. I’m essentially going to propose some ways they could’ve tried to dig into this premise without betraying the lighthearted, goofy nature of the show. This section here? This is basically fanfic corner.

THE PREMISE:

“Love After World Domination” is a romantic comedy in which a superhero and supervillain — both considered rising stars in their respective fields — somehow fall in love with one another over the course of repeated confrontations. They begin dating in secret, desperate not to let their respective teams know what they’re up to. And: Antics ensue.

To be more specific about our setup: We are in the realm of Sentai/Power Rangers parody here. Our hero is the team leader, the Red Ranger (a.k.a. Fudō). Our heroine is considered one of the most dangerous lieutenants for the enemy organization — the deadly Reaper Princess (a.k.a. Desumi).

Don’t let this gif make you think this an action show. It is absolutely not.

Who doesn’t love a story about star-crossed lovers, right? This is “enemies-to-lovers” at its absolute purest. I guess love really can bloom on the battlefield, Otacon!

Besides, a love story between a hero and villain is so much more than your typical kind of “star-crossed.” Imagine how much fun we can have watching their opposing goals and morals clash! That’s the entire core of the idea, right?! It’s like having a demon fall for an angel — it’s a notion that’s beautiful, poetic, and fascinating! The most powerful superhero on the side of good hooks up with the first lieutenant on the side of evil? That’s like, Captain Marvel and Ebony Maw falling in love in the middle of the Infinity War/Endgame crisis! (...or feel free to substitute Maw with Proxima Midnight if you prefer.)

Imagine how they might compromise on their individual desires in funny/entertaining ways because they care more about one another than they do about their roles, which gradually makes them (either one - or both!) understand the other side of the conflict better. Maybe they gradually drift to becoming centrists in the fight, or maybe one slowly drifts to the opposite side. Or... maybe we could get some serious, dramatic interludes amongst all the comedy wherein they must confront just how disparate their individual ethics really are, then question whether the relationship is worth it. Hey, I usually enjoy when a series tries to juggle multiple shifting tones! And I think it only enhances a comedy when you can make the emotions underneath the goofiness carry real weight. 

HOWEVER...

The show isn’t interested in exploring a romantic relationship between a hero and a villain. It can barely give a single, solitary fuck about that concept.

WHAT WE GOT INSTEAD:

The relationship between Fudō and Desumi is treated exactly like any other story where the people dating are all “Oh no, my peers/family would so greatly disapprove of this!” They might as well be from competing business or opposing families. They might as well be from the Montagues and the Capulets. They could be Vision and Wanda, for god’s sake. Desumi, the goddamn Reaper Princess, could just as easily be ANY teenage girl who’s trying to date a person of color while dealing a super-racist father.

Although the “hide the significant other” game can be fun in and of itself, that’s... not the promise of the setup. It’s part of the promise, I suppose, but as I said, there are plenty of stories that do that already in various genres. The interesting thing is the thing that’s the most unique - the fact that they’re on opposite sides of an ongoing super-powered conflict. 

I mean, SURE, when the series begins, they’re forced to still pretend to be fighting one another whenever they meet up on the battlefield. Right from the jump — indeed, the first scene of the first ep! — we find our characters in the first stages of their relationship and trying to get some time alone together in the midst of a battle. We quickly learn that they both have basically zero dating experience this before point, and they’re researching such things online to figure out what they’re supposed to be doing — very cute. One of the hero’s teammates comes over the ridge unexpectedly while our couple is hanging out, which requires them to suddenly act as though their date is actually a brutal battle.

This stuff is fun. And we get flashbacks to the development of the relationship that are equally fun. The bits with them acting as though they’re enemies while in public yet simultaneously managing to secretly plan dates or compliment one another? Like I said — best material in the series. 

So naturally, that is all abandoned after two friggin’ episodes.

The only other way the concept is ever explored is through (so far, as of episode eight) just two one-second comedic exchanges. Both of which boil down to: Desumi says she’ll solve a problem by killing someone, and then Fudō quickly interjects to remind her that she REALLY shouldn’t do that. And the whole KILLING PEOPLE subject is instantly dropped, with neither of them discussing the fact that... Desumi wants to murder people and claims she’s quite good at it? And Fudō is clearly (and naturally) extremely anti-murder? So like, how do they square those two approaches between one another? 

.................................... Stop asking. It doesn’t matter. They’re not gonna talk about that.

In fact, Desumi is ultimately not even that evil to begin with! She’s a pure-hearted soul who is just trying to follow in her father’s footsteps by working in the field HE wanted for her. In fact, she didn’t even apply for this job! Her family applied FOR HER! So she’s never even been evil at all! 

She’s not invested in doing evil; she’s just naturally good at it. She can come up with evil plans totally by accident while pursuing wholesome goals. She loves her co-workers enough that she doesn’t intend to leave her position, but she simultaneously has no investment in or interest in the titular World Domination that her boss is pursuing. 

................which undercuts the core premise that was used to get us to come here in the first place.

The Series Asks: “How will two people from opposing sides of an ongoing battle make their star-crossed romance work?”

The Series Answers:

The majority of the series is simply “We’ll be in trouble if our friends/family find out!” and the cover-up antics that ensue. 

Plus SO FAR, THEY HAVE BEEN WRONG TO BE CONCERNED. Admittedly, I haven’t finished the story. (I’m 8.5 episodes into the anime, and I’m not sure whether I’ll go the distance with this.) But at this point, everybody who’s found out about it is totally in support of their relationship! And NOT ONE of them says “Hey, uh, how can you possibly date someone who’s... y’know... like that... ?” 

CONSIDER OTHER POSSIBILITIES:

If you’re like me, the very concept of this series immediately starts your mind racing with questions and possibilities. Straight away, I heard it and thought: “What happens when they meet and face off in public view during a battle? How do they manage to fall for each other while having diametrically opposed worldviews — and how will they confront each other and/or compromise over their conflicting moralities?”

The former question, I imagined, would be fairly easy to address even though it could still be fun to see it play out. I pondered, “Perhaps they could choreograph their combat or signal one another/quietly tell each other their moves, like professional wrestlers?” And check it out: Pretty early on, this idea was proven to be exactly how the series would deal with that issue.

I absolutely *nailed* this!

....but I think the latter question is where the real gold mine lays for comedic potential. Yes, REALLY! I understand that maybe you’re thinking “But this is a show about wacky hijinks which never confronts anything seriously.” But, although my suggestion may sound like fodder for drama, you can definitely just have FUN with it! 

Imagine our leads having to compromise on the most extreme elements of their personal moral compasses in order to make their relationship work. She could be like “I’ll stop murdering people if you stop reporting graffiti artists and jaywalkers to the police” or something. I mean, they’d obviously like each other so much in so many other ways that they’re both willing to work through/overlook their radical differences. That’s heartwarming, and it can also be legitimately funny.

Let me draft one possible example:

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The Scenario: Our leads are on the phone together

Hero: Hey, are you free to have dinner tonight? I know it’s short notice, but-

Villain: *delighted* Oh, absolutely! As soon as I’m finished torturing the mayor for information, I can grab-

Hero: *interrupting* Uh, sweetie?

Villain: *realizing* Oh riiiiight. Right, right. *sheepishly* I... said I was gonna stop torturing people, didn’t I?

Hero: *firmly* You did.

Villain: *whining* But it’s so fuuuuuuun...

Hero: *gently* Come on now, honey. We’re both trying to compromise, remember?

Villain: I know, I know. I promise that I’m trying to do better, ok? Old habits just die hard, haha! *murmuring* -and so does the mayor.

Hero: *laughing good-naturedly* I get it, really. Do you think it’s been easy for me to just stand by and try to ignore your public acts of property destruction?

Villain: *grumbling* Kinda seems easy...

Hero: It’s really not! I’m supposed to stand up for truth and justice and all the other stuff! At the end of the day, I can’t stop trying to give the public hope and security any more than you could ever stop trying to make them live in fear. *affectionately* And, honestly? That dedication to your work ethic is something I love about you.

Villain: *blushing* Aww, baby...

Hero: Even so, I think it’s important for us to try and shave off our most extreme edges. Just a little bit, understand? That’s how we’re gonna make this work

Villain: I know. I get it. *clearly nervous* So, um... look. If I stop torturing the mayor, then... after dinner... could you do me a favor?

Hero: Y-yes?

Villain: Can you, y’know... look the other way? While I break into a nice car for us to drive around town in?

Hero: *pauses to think* ....yes. *obviously struggling* I will... I’ll... you... *gritting teeth* you may commit grand theft auto.

Villain: *excited* You’re the best, you know that?!

Hero: .........this is a one-time thing, right?

Villain: *teasing* No promises, ya big dork!

Hero: *speaking softly, almost to himself* I just need to remember: I’m doing this for love. I’m doing this for love.

Villain: Oh my gosh, I’m so pumped! Can we have dinner early?!

Hero: *happily* I don’t see why not!

Villain: Fantastic! Just let me kill the mayor real quick, and I’ll get-

Hero: *CLEARS THROAT LOUDLY*

Villain: *moment of silence as her mistake sinks in* *facepalming* God DAMN it.

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Or — and maybe this is better? — our hero and villain could find that they both share a particular hobby, only to find that their motivations are both wildly different AND surprisingly similar at the same time.

In that vein, Side Idea 1: What if they both volunteer at the homeless shelter in their free time? The hero wants to support those in need because he believes kindness will make the world a better place. The villain thinks it’s important to support the poorest among us because the system is utterly broken, keeping them down, and that’s why she wants to tear the system down and start over. And the hero at first is like “Uh, whoa there, let’s step back a whole bunch from that ledge” but realizes the he actually agrees that sustained inequality is kind of baked into modern society. And she’s like “So you get it! You get why we need to destroy the world’s governments and create a new system out of the ashes!” and he’s like “Oooorrrrr, maybe we could just encourage people to support programs that assist the downtrodden and educate the poor on how to vote in favor of their own interests, or something like that? Hm?”

Side Idea 2: Maybe they both love animals and they both have pets, and THAT’S the common ground. So the hero is like “My dog is my loyal companion. She is sweet, smart, and always has my back. I take her out to the dog park every Sunday. We jog, we play fetch together — it’s delightful.” And the villain enthuses, “I love dogs, too! I have three beautiful doggos! And yeah, they’re totally smart. I’ve actually trained them to rip out the throats of my enemies on command! They’re the best!”

*deep breath*

Unfortunately... we have to cope with the anime we got instead of dreaming idly about the one we deserved.

And what we got is... fine. Pretty good, even? Probably! It’s hard for me to separate what I feel it could’ve been from what it is.

It’s a sweet teenage romcom about a couple trying to keep their relationship on the DL so they don’t get in trouble. Friends, family, co-workers, and even the press must be dodged effectively at different times. Some cute things happen as they maneuver around all this. 

And the fact that they’re both so new to love really makes their interactions feel as pure as the driven snow. 

But... there are plenty of teenage romances with similar setups. Two people who’re new to dating? Sure, that’s easy. Two people in a secret relationship? Of course that’s out there.

I wanted then to really dig into the whole “Hero and Villain romance” thing on SOME level, even if it was just a silly one. That, to me, is the elevator pitch — “a romcom about a superhero and supervillain in love.” But they kick that angle to the curb right quick, leaving behind stuff you’ve seen before in plenty of anime romcoms. Though at least there’s a thin Sentai/Power Rangers parody overlaid on top.

#love after world domination #anime #anime review #恋は世界征服のあとで #Koi wa Sekai Seifuku no Ato de #anime screenshots #anime gifs

[elmaxlys]

The Previous God’s Revelations

Tenkuu Shinpan Arrive ch70 and 71, just transcribing the French translation (Kana) to English.

The pics are screenshots I took of magapoke when the chapter was free to read.

Note: where I wrote “mechanism” the French actually says “organism”. I however chose to write “mechanism” because it seems to be the same term used in the original series, chapter 50, which has been translated as mechanism by Mangabox. As I do not have access to the Seven Seas translation, I chose to use the Mangabox term.

Chapter 70 - Page 14

Panel 1- Here.. I must be in my mental palace... It really looks like the cosmos, I wonder why...

Panel 2- Maybe because the human brain and the cosmos are alike? What even is the cosmos in the first place? This is fascinating...

Panel 3- Stop! This is not the time to think about that! I have to go back there to help the others...

Page 15-

Panel 1- No, Senya... The role you had to play has been over for a while...

Page 16-

Panel 1- You need to keep wandering just a bit more... until the “winner”’s emergence... If you make your consciousness emerge right now... There’s no doubt that you will disappear...

Panel 2- Who’s talking to me? Ah... this time it’s an alien!

Panel 3- Stop saying nonsense... I am...

Chapter 71- page 1

...in this dimension... and of course in the parallel world in which you’ve entered... I.. even before that this situation was born... In this death game organized in this world... I am...

Page 2-

Panel 1- The winner. You can consider me the “previous” god...

Panel 3- Huh? I don’t understand anything you’re saying...

Panel 4- You didn’t know that you were in a mechanism to create a god, didn’t you? What use is there for me to leave traces of my fights on the signboards if it’s not to create my legend?

Page 3-

Panel 1- Well, saying “god” is a bit much... Beings that are born in this world are merely functional: their role is to eliminate threats... The fact I came out as the winner of this game complicated everything.. I didn’t intend to act until danger appeared.

Panel 2- However... The world which was supposed to have ended slowly reactivated... That doesn’t concern me.. This is a bit like it demanded new sacrifices...

Panel 4- At first, I thought I wasn’t recognized as a god, but... I was probably mistaken... Because in fact, to ward off the dangers that are born in this dimension, several gods are needed.

Page 4-

Panel 1- Wait a second... This mechanism... this world... It was created, but... By whom?

Panel 2- That, I do not know... A being that’s in an even higher dimension? Unless it’s only a phenomenon, similar to the universe, born from a vibration between being and nothingness?

Panel 3- Or even... a thing born from the collective consciousness of more and more numerous humans demanding a god?

Panel 4- The collective consciousness of humans?

Page 5-

Panel 1- But I’m getting off topic... I learned afterwards that there existed another world. And I also found out Yuri Honjo’s existence, a kind of devil in that world, and the battles she had fought. I assume Sniper already talked to you about it.

Panel 2- So I then wanted to oppose her. She used a different method from mine to stop the deadly game: the invasion. And I disliked that immensely.

Panel 3- This is the reason I guided Taisei to this world, he who was wandering through dimensions. Because of Yuri Honjo’s actions, he had become powerless and I felt bad seeing him like that.

Panel 4- Wait a second... If I sum it up... All the horrors we had to go through were your fault?

Page 6-

Panel 1- I indeed carry part of that responsibility. This is why I’m currently protecting you right now... I gave you powers, to you but also to numerous other people. Senya...

Panel 2- This is you I pity the most here. Because you’re the one Taisei used the most.

Panel 3- Who? Me?

Panel 4- The school’s arrival was Tenma’s doing, but Taisei predicted it. He had been watching you [plural] for a while. And he spotted you on the school roof.

Page 7-

Panel 1- He then decided to make out of you a being that would fight with all his strength in the middle of the despair and whose prowess would create a huge increase in energy. Tenma was already acting like that, but Taisei went even further. He really tried to create a hero in this world.

Panel 3- And a hero cannot die easily... This is why Taisei led you to Sniper. To Sniper’s spirit, which nobody had seized... Your very meeting had been arranged by Taisei!

Panel 4- Then, for you to understand the rules of this world... he put a young girl on your way and he pushed her to suicide.

Page 8-

Panel 1- Indeed... Your friend too...

Page 9-

Panel 1- Taisei created beings of “stage 1″.. Of course, there are other ones apart from Tenma or her men that are inferior to them. They’re not strong, but they make the perfect pawns for Taisei... The one who killed your friends was one of them... The goal was to generate despair in you.

Panel 2- A hero plunged in despair by an external force... This is what you are. However, to be used and then emptied of all energy, even I think it’s too cruel.

Panel 3- After all, if everything went according to Taisei’s wishes, it would be no fun. This is the reason I gave you additional strength... To others, too: to the astronauts, to Kyouko Oribe, to the super cute blind girl...

Panel 4- What?! To Kyouko too?! So she really is in this world too...

Page 10-

Panel 1- You went beyond what Taisei expected... But you’ve been “killed”... And your consciousness is on the verge of disappearing...Your brain and vital functions have been regenerated by Kuon Shinzaki, but this goes way beyond now... If you recuperate your consciousness and continue to fight, you will end up disappearing.

Panel 2- I advise you to stay here for some time, where it’s calm... I’ll keep you up to date with how the fights are going. We still have some time before Yuri Honjo manages the “fusion”... But if it really happens..

Panel 3- Yes, I know... I will have a chance to survive, but... What will happen to Kyouko and my classmates?

Panel 4- Kyouko is fighting “Stage 2″ beings... I don’t know what will happen to her. The middle-school students have largely tasted despair... Taisei should act soon and appropriate this energy...

Page 11-

Panel 1- In that case, let me out right now. I have faced many hardships in this world! I cannot abandon the others and behave like a loser!

Panel 2- Behave like a loser? In the setting of this deadly game, I admit this is a detail I quickly forgot about.

Panel 3- For you, the way we appear is more important that our own lives and efficiency? Still, if you disappear, there’ll be nothing left of all that.

Page 12-

Panel 1- Wrong! I refuse that the universe I love will keep this memory of me!

Panel 2- That’s right, there’s still a trace. As quantum information.. More simply put, people’s memories...

Panel 3- If you disappear, your being will be scattered... It’ll become impossible to put it back together, for Yuri Honjo or for me. And you still want to go back?

Page 13-

Panel 2- Well, fine...

Panel 3- Of god I only have the name.. I certainly am unable to predict all quantum movements. I am curious to see which phenomenons your action will bring.

Panel 4- And so I am sending you back... to your universe.

#you get it now? you get why it fucks with my brain? #this is huge #like 'sheds a new light on even the first series' kind of huge #god's role??? hello??? #juo would have made a terrible god if it really means that but also if god is a protector why oh why do they need to shed their humanity #because that also means collaborating with other gods #also we now know why there are multiple realms i guess #tenkuu shinpan #tenkuu shinpan spoilers #tenkuu shinpan arrive #tenkuu shinpan arrive spoilers #matsuda senya #alien-kun #ts translations #sky high survival #sky high survival next level #high rise invasion #high rise invasion spoilers