#the last and first rank were the easiest to decide

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

So unfair!

How the fuck do these 4 fine ass mfs get animated and no one's writing smut of them? I'll do it then🤦🏾‍♀️

Warnings: female bodied reader, lots of Degrading, 5 some, Dacryphilia, blood kink? (Just their sharp nails but not too much blood or deep cuts), MEAN DOMS (a little soft dom on Aizetsu part), squirting, humiliation(?), oral sex, rough sex, anal sex

"Hantengu please come out from the corner it was just a small vist from "that man" it's okay" you spoke in a gentle tone trying to calm him down while resting your hand on his shaking body.

"EEEEKKK!!! nooo! That man must've been so angry with me! He looked so mad!" Hantengu panicked and you tried not to laugh since muzan always had a resting bitch face. "You know you have clones right? Just send them to look for the spider, lily, " you said, which made the little old man turn your way with teary eyes and nodded.

When you first met Hantengu, he was hiding in a bush under a tree with just enough shade to cover him from the sun. Your first thought was to help this poor old man with an "allergy" to sunlight and help him to your house for the time being with an umbrella to sheld him from the sunlight. Later that day, you found out you actually rescued a demon, but luckily enough, Hantengu didn't try to kill you. In fact, he now lives with you and makes your home his. It was scary at first because this demon could kill you at any time, but he was always to himself but didn't mind having a human around.

The only difficult part was his clones since each one had their own personality and were much bigger than Hantengu, so dealing with them wasn't exactly the easiest. Whenever it was his turn to search for the spider lily, one clone would stay with you to make sure you wouldn't dare tell any demon slayers an upper rank was living at your house. Only this time, the most bitter clone was in charge of keeping his eye on you.

"Human. Bring me a human here now I'm staving, " said Sekido. You turned your head and looked at him with disgust. "For the last time, my name is y/n. If you can't say my name, don't ask for shit. It's night time. Go look for someone yourself, " you said, preparing your own food. "You stupid human if I go out there and eat you know those slayers will fine us," he said, looking at you furiously.

"Then that's not my problem now, is it?" You smirked and went back to your cooking. There was a moment of silence when you decided to turn your head again to check on Sekido when you noticed him look away quickly with a slight blush on his cheeks. You scoffed. "Were you checking me out just now?" You grinned.

"Absolutely not. All humans are ugly to me, so there's no way I'd be checking you out. " Sekido kept his head turned away from you with his arms crossed. You always had a thing for teasing Sekido since it brought some amusement, and it was way too quiet in your house with just the two of you.

You took off your kimono and put it to the side leaving you in your sarashi and skin tight shorts, Sekido growl "what the fuck are you doing? Put that back on" he said "it's my house and I'm making soup. It gets really hot and stuffy in here. What? Is the 200 year old demon shy to see a half-naked human?" You chuckled at how mad he got but in reality he was trying to relax himself from his cock growing any harder which frustrated him even more and you made it more difficult then he could imagine.

Once your food was done, you bent down searching for a bowl "Hey you want soup too?" You asked, shaking your hips a little."Oh wait, you demons can't eat normal foods since you'll just throw it up," you said and stood back up. "Can... you...!" You felt Sekido standing right behind you, and you turned around with a nervous smile."Heh heh... I went too far this time, huh? " You said, hoping he won't kill you, but you tried to stay calm.

"Put on your kimono. Now, " Sekido said with aggression in his voice holding your kimono in his fist. "You know it's been touching me this whole time, right?" You said bending over a bit more to make your ass rub against his cock and giggled "I can already tell through your clothes it big" you grinned and turned to face him "if you want to fuck me just say so" you said and hopped on the counter and pulled Sekido with your leg to close the gap between you two "no shame in that right?" You grinned, wrapping your arms around Sekido.

"Tsk." Sekido grabbed your hips and slammed his lips onto yours, kissing you deeply and forced his tongue in your mouth. He pulled his pants down just enough to expose his cock and grabbed a handful of your ass as he grinds himself over your clothed pussy. Deep grunts and heavy breaths came from Sekido as he broke the kiss and ripped off your shorts and sarashi right off your body. "You wanted to taunt me just for this? look at you, all wet just from kissing" he said rubbing his two fingers over your hole and then your clit making you mewl "what a slut you are. You should be fucking greatful I'm going to fuck you, being the worthless human you are" Sekido said breathlessly as he rubs his tip over your hole "fuck me please, i need you".

"Huhh? What's going on here?" Urogi opened the door with a cocky grin "wow you both sure are some freaks aren't ya?" Karaku tried to hold back a laugh while aizetsu just looked at you two in the act and turned his head away blushing. "Fuck off. Y/n was pissing me off this is punishment" Sekido said and you giggled "aw that's the frist time you said my name" you said as Urogi and Karaku aw'ed too making Sekido more furious. Sekido picked you up from the counter about carry you to your bedroom "that's not fair for us to do all the work and you just get to fuck y/n... y/n can we join too?" Aizetsu asked softly with Karaku and Urogi wanting to come too.

"Sure why not. That's only fair" you grinned

"Ngh! Haa haa your still so fucking tight. Even after I've came in you twice" Sekido groaned holding onto your hips thrusting his cock inside your filled up pussy. "Mhm too bad you can't see her fucked out face" Urogi caresses your face with his cock in your face "crying already?" He said and wipes your tears with his thumb "We're just getting started" Urogi smirked starts slapping his tip on your lips "open up and suck my cock like a good whore" Urogi said

You sat up as much as you could to level yourself to his cock while behing fucked by Sekido and grabbed his cock in your hand and started sucking it as much as you could and moaning on it. "my cock to big for your mouth y/n? I'm sure you can take more then that!~" Urogi grabbed your hair pushing his cock further down your throat making you choke a little but after some seconds you got use to his size and began to bob your head"that's right keep sucking~ I'm so close- fuck!" His head went back as he thrusts in your mouth.

After a few seconds both Sekido and Urogi came and pulled out a moment after. Sekido sat back as Urogi wipes his cum off your lips "we'd fuck you more but we can't be too gready now. Time to make two more demons cum got it?" He held your face making you look at him and you nod. "Good slut" Urogi smirked and tapped your cheek twice before moving away.

"You look so pitiful and weak right now. I don't think you can handle two more demons, y/n" Aizetsu said taking off his clothes and helped you sit up "no Aizetsu I can take it~ I'm fine I want more~ I can handle more" you bit your lip getting needy "of course you can but this time your gonna have two of us at the same time Kay?" He winked, and you knew what he went "haa what a pain... you have to stand up, but your legs are probably all weak and useless, aren't they?" Aizetsu asked as you shook your head and stood up with wobbly legs "it dosnt matter since you can hold onto our heads" he said holding your hips and then spread your ass cheeks open "w-wait Aizetsu are you!-" you gasped at the feeling of his tounge on your hole and as you were about to bend over Karaku caught you by the hips "Don't pass out on us yet, gonna fuck you real good" he smirked and started licking your clit.

Your moans grew louder from how sensitive you were from Sekido and Urogi. You couldn't help but cover your mouth in some embarrassment. "Don't do that" Aizetsu spanked you hard on your ass and you yelped "I want to hear you moan like the whore you are or eles this won't be fun at all" he said and went back to preparing you. "I was planning on not being so rough, but since you're so shy to let us hear you, I guess I'll have to go all out, huh? Do you want that? To be fucked stupid hmm?" Karaku asked fingering you and you could feel his smirk as his tounge flicks faster on your clit and you nodded whimpering from the pleasure.

After being prepared Aizetsu laid on his back and helped you on top while holding your hips looking at you shyly "your pussy has probably adjusted to our sizes so I'm going to slide right in" he said and as he puts his tip in you go down on it causing you both to let out a moan. "Ass up," Karaku spanked you and grabbed your ass "that hurts! Your nails are too long, " you whined, feeling his nails dig in your skin."That's a lie, y/n... your pussy is throbbing on my cock from that feeling" Aizetsu said

"Heh not only are you a whore but you like a bit of pain too? I could get use to this" Karaku said and slowly pushes himself in your ass making you let out a loud moan. The two demons then started to thrust their hips, making your whole body move. "You're gonna squrt for us this time, got it?" Karaku digs his nails into your hips, making you bleed a little."You didn't squirt before," he pants thrusting harder, "and that was so underwhelming. Be a good whore and make a mess on Aizetsu cock won't you?".

"Sekido was right, you're still so tight~ i-i don't think I'll last much longer" Aizetsu let's out soft moans and whimpers "but I'll try to just to see your slutty pussy squirt on me. I want it so bad~" Aizetsu said and moves his free hand to your clit and rubs it while sucking on your nipples. "T-too much! Aah!! It's too much, " you whined with tears streaming from your face from the pleasure that turned Aizetsu on ever more as he thrusts his hips up harder and faster making you scream in pleasure from him hitting your spot.

"That's right~ That's the voice I wanted to hear," Karaku pants, thrusting harder, making your skins clap, hitting your other gspot in your ass. Karaku slips two fingers in your mouth and whispers in your ear "look at you going stupid on our cocks~ you're so tight and cremaing all over Aizetsu's cock. So fucking sexy~ fuck I'm gonna cum inside this ass" Karaku said as he lifts your leg and thrusts faster in your ass. You could only reply with whoreish moans leave your lips getting close yourself

"Y/n y/n~ oh y/n fuck~ gonna cum inside you- ngh mhm~!" Aizetsu whines as his head fell back on the pillow and grabbing your waist as he came. "cumming- Cummings!" Karaku choked "Me too! Aahh!!!" You both came and this time you squirted just like how they wanted you too. After your intense orgasm your body collapsed on Aizetsu.

They pulled out, and Aizetsu rubbed your back. "I underestimated you. It looks like you are capable of handling 4 demons but I want you to do that again" Aizetsu thrust two fingers in your leaking pussy making you squeal "looks like the others aren't done too" he kisses your chin as you turn around to see the three demons with stiff cocks again "think you're ready for more?" Aizetsu asks and you nod

"Good girl~" Aizetsu said kissing your lips

#demon slayer #kny manga #kny smut #demon slayer smut #upper moon 4 #sekido #aizetsu #urogi #x reader

[the-tardis-in-221b-baker-street]

Lord Flashheart's (Blackadder Goes Forth) Costume

I don't think it comes to many as a surprise that I was going to do some sort of Flashheart costume. I've had people ask me after my last cosplay "So what's next? Oh please say it's Flashheart!". For a character who only appears once a series, he is well loved amongst the Rik Mayall fans and I happen to be one of them. So, strap yourself in, go get yourself a cup of tea and a biscuit because we're in for a long haul flight. We're doing this a bit back to front, usually I'll release a photoshoot all in one go but as I ran out of time to photograph myself before going to the con I'm going to, I thought I would post them after the con. The photoshoot is in the works, keep your eyes peeled!

When deciding which era of Flashheart I wanted to do, I settled with the WWI era as to my knowledge pre research, it was going to be the easiest of the bunch to do. As much as my heart sings out to Elizabethan Flashheart, my sewing skills are nowhere near good enough for that yet. I knew I wanted to get this costume totally right so I gave myself a fairly big budget and indeed the biggest budget so far in my cosplaying journey.

Go big or go home, I researched into actual Royal Flying Corps uniforms people were selling and saw just how difficult they were to find. I visited a local war memorabilia shop armed with a few questions about RFC uniforms. When I explained what I was doing, they smiled and laughed fondly about Blackadder. They very quickly informed me that finding an actual RFC uniform that's not in a museum is extremely slim and they were totally right. I had a back up plan though, I had found a company that did tailormade historical re-enactment uniforms from all sorts of eras and rather perfectly, a RFC tunic and trousers. I got myself measured by my lovely tailor friend and purchased them. I actually purchased the drill trousers instead of the breeches as the colour looked more correct. (not pictured, you'll see those when I take proper photos of me wearing it.)

The breakdown of the costume: The Royal Flying Corps tunic.

The RFC tunic was going to be a huge part of the costume and in my eyes all of the tiny elements of the costume to bring it together had to be properly researched. The base of the jacket only came with the RFC patch on the right side of the jacket so everything else had to be found. For the first part and actually the first purchase I made for this project was the collar pins. These are original WWI RFC collar pins that came in perfect condition. I also went back to the same local war memorabilia shop again and very luckily, they had a full matching set of original WWI captain's shoulder pips, with metal pins. It makes this costume more special to know I have an actual piece of history on my shoulders.

As I was informed, all pips during WWI were as standard and the more pips you have, the higher the rank. As Flashheart is a Wing Commander he technically holds the rank of captain, meaning he has 3 pips on each shoulder. With both the collar pins and the pips, I had to attach these extremely carefully. I was told that either I would need to sew them on (meaning I would have to tack them on and they wouldn't lie flat to the jacket) or I would need to pierce holes and put them in. I opted for piercing. So with an extremely delicate hand (and because this tunic was expensive) I carefully measured each one out and cut slits with a scalpel. The length of the blade was perfect because I could poke the loops through and it be in enough that if a pin slides out, I won't lose the pip. The collar pins didn't come with pins to keep them in place but the lovely gentleman I bought the pips from gave me some to cut down.

The medals:

The medals I struggled to find for a bit of time. I had researched a bit and found that someone had identified a few of Flashheart's many medals which helped but my original plan was to find actual medal bars. However, I came across a gentleman who recreates medals and could do custom medal bars of any medals I wanted. I immediately messaged them and showed them the photo that had all the identified medals on. He said he was able to do it and whether I wanted the medal that someone hadn't identified yet that was just slightly poking out of the jacket in the reference photo. I couldn't believe it! And i'm so glad that medal was identified by him because it turned out to be a good addition to the bar. Now I know Flashheart has a lot more medals than what I've got here, but trying to get all of them would be a nightmare and rather expensive so I got the ones that are visible kind of when he wears his coat.

(top left) OBE, (top middle) Royal Victorian Order, (top right) Distinguished Service Order, (bottom far left) Military Cross, (bottom middle left) Ashanti War Medal, (bottom middle right) India General Service Medal and (bottom far right) 1914 Star medal.

I did research into them and what they all mean but this post will get even longer if I put all the info. I do encourage you to have a look into them if you're interested though! What I find fascinating is the level of detail Blackadder's costume designer went to. I found out that the Distinguished Service Order medal was apparently just short of being awarded a Victoria Cross (which is an extremely prestigious award) and were normally given 'for service under fire or under conditions equivalent to service in actual combat with the enemy'. However between 1914 and 1916, a number of awards were given to individuals, often officers, for circumstances not under fire. This caused a lot of resentment towards those who got it and especially from front line officers. Which to me, makes me think no wonder Blackadder didn't really like Flashheart! That did make me laugh a little bit.

The 1914 Star medal was awarded mainly to officers but approximately 1000 were awarded to members of the RFC which is another really good touch!

The tunic is attached with 5 buttons up the person's right side and attached with two hooks at the top near the shoulders.

The Sam Browne belt and gun holster were another important addition to the tunic. Often officers or higher would have worn a Sam Browne belt and there would be space to hook a gun holster and an ammo pouch could be added too. I didn't get an ammo pouch in the end but the gun holster was a must. Which leads me onto Flashheart's massive weapon (ooer!).

The gun Flashheart uses is a Webley MK VI. Now, I did look into these guns and there was no way on earth I was going to get a real one or an airsoft one for that matter. I looked into 3D printing instead! I had got a guy to 3D print me a gun but his printer unfortunately broke half way through meaning I had to find an alternative quick. A work colleague found me one on Etsy and it was perfect! It came in about 7 pieces that I had to carefully glue together but it was easy enough as I live in a tabletop household. Flashheart's gun has a loop on the bottom to attach a lanyard to. So me using my creative initiative, I salvaged a picture frame hook from an old frame, filed down a section in the middle so the metal part would lie flat, glued it together and bob's your uncle! a loop that looks like it was meant to be there!

The lanyard loop didn't fit in the loop so I used an old keyring loop to attach it.

The next bit after gluing was to sand the gun down slightly, prime it black and then dry brushed the metal part using Citadel's Leadbelcher silver paint. I also then used Citadel's Agrax Earthshade wash to dirty it up on the metal and then once dry, I did a couple of coats both sides of a matt varnish spray just to seal it all together and none of the paint will rub off.

Another fine detail is the hinge where, if it was a working gun, you'd pull the barrel down and load it. (I don't know the correct terminology for guns!) There was just a hole and I wasn't a fan of it. So I used the small screws from the frame I got the fixtures from and screwed one either side before priming black. It worked perfectly and looked effective.

I can't believe how much time I've put into this costume, loads of research and hard work finding and piecing everything together. I just hope I can do him justice when I wear it properly!

WOOF!

#Lord Flashheart #Blackadder #Blackadder Goes Forth #Flashheart #Flashheart Cosplay #Blackadder Cosplay #Rik Mayall #Rik Mayall Cosplay #WWI #History #Comedy #British Comedy

[ridhearts]

VAMP AU - basics i.

Curious about the Heartslabyul Coven, are we? Go ahead and take a peek - they’re very friendly with the humans, after all.

CW: blood, death, stalking/hunting, religious imagery, dark/obsessive/possessive characters. this au is not NSFW, but it does deal with darker content and sometimes discusses sensuality and sensual topics. reader discretion is advised.

overview. ❧ {heartslabyul}. savanaclaw. octavinelle. scarabia. pomefiore. ignihyde. diasomnia.

The Heartslabyul Coven has one of the strongest relationships with humans to date. This is because of the strict rules the members have to follow, which dictate the hours of the day they can feed, times of the month they can feed and how often, all the way down to how they should dress and otherwise present themselves both in the human and vampire realm. Members of the Heatslabyul Coven are talented magic users all around, though there is a noticeable amount of healers that originate from this coven. However, there is great variety in the specialized magic each vampire pursues. They usually live in civilized and highly populated areas, though not typically  in massive, bustling cities (are suburban vampires a thing?) 

They can feed on humans, but it must be consensual and can only be done a certain number of times in a year / decade / century / however they measure time. It also has to be done in a specific way to ensure the safety of the human. Most humans turned by the Heartslabyul Coven were either done consensually or on a young vampire’s first feeding. Many Heatslabyul Coven members have close human friends that allow them to feed whenever they need to, as the allotted chances are just barely enough to get by. This Coven isn’t seen as a family, but there is an expected responsibility towards the coven and very few leave without being lured back. 

These vampires make the easiest friends, but sometimes it’s hard to tell if they like you or the freedom you give them when you allow them to feed on you in a pinch…

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Riddle Rosehearts - Vicious Repentance

Riddle is not the coven head, but he is well-respected throughout Heartslabyul ranks. Sometimes, coven members get a say in who the next coven leader should be if the head decides to step down or dies, and Riddle is expected to take that spot eventually or AT LEAST be an official liaison/diplomat between worlds.

He was turned a long, long, long time ago, so long ago he no longer remembers what his human life was like. His vampire mother won't tell him, either, but she has said that she saved him from a far worse fate than vampirism. Riddle only has his (abnormally?) small stature to testify to that. (AKA both his human parents and vampire parents are terrible. Part of the reason he's so small is because he was also sickly as a human. If you're wondering, the vampire mom is the counterpart to his canon mom, but his vampire mom is very similar in her rules and upbringing.)

Riddle is constantly grappling with the fact that his turning was (most likely) in disagreement with the rules of the coven. Over time, he’s pieced together a rough idea that his vampire mother forcibly turned him, wanting a child of her own and seeing he was on death’s door anyway. The rules have been around for longer than he has, and his vampire mother has ensured that he has followed every last one, yet he knows he didn't consent to being turned and his mother was a very competent vampire, even at the time, so there's no way he was turned accidentally. It bothers him that his entire life has been and will be dictated by rules that were broken to get him here in the first place.

Riddle is adept at practically every magical subject he's been introduced to. He's one of a few vampires who have learned how to weaken the connection others have to magic for a short amount of time. This plus his general obedience makes him a popular faux-proxy for when people need to be kept in check.

He doesn't actually have any political interest, and he's not even sure he ever wanted to be a vampire in the first place. He certainly doesn't want to be subjected to his vampire mother's rules for eternity. Even worse, he's tired of her old-fashioned views and talk of wanting to take over the human realm. Riddle feels like he has no control in his life, despite having great vampiric ability.

In a sort of inverse from canon, what he really wants is to offer his vampiric healing for humans - it can't perform outright miracles, but it's usually more effective than human medicine (or at least faster). If he has to get into politics or law, he'd like to lobby for human interests in vampiric-human relationships. What can he say? Something about humans is charming. He likes them.

All Riddle wants is to carve out his own cozy little life and live with as much harmony as he can. And if you happen to be a part of that…what do you say? Will you allow him to atone for his own disgraceful turning by offering yourself for a proper one? 

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 Trey Clover - Absent Loyalties

Trey is a true vampire with a fairly regular nuclear family unit. They’re owners of one of the more popular/successful vampire businesses in the human world, a bakery that is 100% safe for both humans and vampires! None of it is advertised, as vampires still tend to hide in the shadows, but it’s well known to local vampires that the food is all edible and the windows are specially tinted so they, too, can enjoy a window seat if they so please.

As a result, Trey is familiar with both the vampire realm and the human realm. He has to go between them to help his parents report expenses and such, which is a chore he hates. Going between realms is never a fun situation. Vampire purists look at him with disgust, as if they can smell the human on him, and he finds it somewhat aggravating that his family has to relinquish part of their profits to a governing body that may or may not be wanting to take over the realm they do business in. The human realm is hardly much better, with the suburban gossip about vampires popping up around the allotted Heartslabyul feeding times.

He has been friends with Riddle for a long time, and often covers for him when he wants to get away from his vampire mother. 

Despite being deeply rooted in both vampire affairs and the human realm, Trey is largely apathetic when it comes to the boiling tension that sometimes becomes a little too obvious between realms. He’s lived through peaceful times and times of turmoil, and he greatly prefers peace and cooperation. But there’s not much he can do about it, so he keeps quiet unless directly asked about anything.

Trey doesn’t know if he’d choose one realm over the other. Both have taken from him, both have given to him. He just wants to worry about the people close to him, rather than be caught up in such lofty and troubling thoughts. 

He’s had to sacrifice a lot to reach his happy passivity. However, if he ever manages to find someone who’s so willing to bring what he’s had to lose, someone who could be entirely his even without a dramatic bonding ritual…well. He’d be willing to do whatever it takes to keep that in his life, for sure.

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 Cater Diamond - Human Façade

Cater is a true vampire, but he acts more like a human. He’s fascinated by the fast-paced, cutesy trends they come up with (which pass even faster with a lifetime as eternal as his.)

He has a popular Instagram account, but he’s pretty controversial on Magicam due to his love of humans. (And yes, he can appear in photos as long as they’re digital!)

Cater doesn’t really have super strong ties to anybody within his community. He has his two sisters, who eagerly await his reports on human life (as they were the ones interested in the culture but couldn’t set up residence in the human realm). He is kind of friends with local Heartslabyul members, but there’s nobody who is his BEST friend.

Deep inside, Cater likes humans the same way he likes vampires, but he finds keeping up with their trends exhausting. Even when he winds up liking something the humans have come up with, it’s gone in the blink of an eye. He feels like he has to constantly flit about to keep up, and he’s always in search of something that he likes and that’ll stick.

He’s the most traditionally vampiric of the Heartslabyul cast members because he frequently hangs out at night. The others have mostly shifted their internal clocks so they can sleep during the night or have just accepted they won’t be getting much sleep. But he likes to hang out when it’s cool, quiet, and dark, his phone tucked away and his head craned back to look at the stars.

Cater has the hookup when it comes to knowing humans who will let vampires drink from them in a pinch. He’s got lots of blood buddies who only need his endorsement to let a vampire drink from them. Cater says it’s all just a mutually beneficial agreement, a friendship that follows “the more, the merrier!” But sometimes it feels like another piece of him he’s forced to share…

So, if someone comes along that likes him best of all, can you really blame him for wanting desperately to make them stay?

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 Deuce Spade - Fledgling Mistakes

Deuce used to be a human, and a rowdy one at that. He started fights, disrespected authority, and spent late nights out with no word to his mother. Then he came home one night to find her in the midst of being attacked by a vampire. He fought the vampire off, but they were both turned by the end of the night.

Deuce's and his mother's transformations are almost complete, but they are still subject to some very specific rules of the coven that found them. His mother doesn't have much of a problem fitting in, but Deuce, despite his determination to do things right in this new eternal life, is still struggling to let go of his delinquent lifestyle.

He's still learning the coven rules, and often has lessons with Ace (when Ace has to do remedial learning). Ace frequently brings him into trouble, running around to scare people or hunt and disturb the wildlife even though he KNOWS he's not supposed to.

Deuce likes to work for Trey's bakery when they need an extra hand. It makes him feel dependable and like he's getting the hang of these rules!

Ace brings Deuce along on when he follows Cater to his parties, although Deuce brings his full awkward energy. Despite the overwhelming urge to bite somebody, anybody in the room, he sits with his hands in his lap and a thousand-yard stare, determined not to get carried away.

Deuce tries not to feed on humans, both because he used to be one and he isn't sure he could control himself if he did. But if you ever wind up offering your blood to him…do you really trust him that much? Are you sure? Okay…he'll try not to get carried away, but he can't truly promise anything…

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Ace Trappola - Tedious Eternity

Ace is a true vampire with an attitude problem. He's constantly being forced into remedial programs to re-learn the rules of the coven. He's even been forcibly placed within the human realm, where his connection to magic should (theoretically) be weaker, and he's closer to Riddle, who can be easily used as a proxy and keep Ace's magic in check.

Ace loves to scare humans and is largely responsible for the nearby humans being aware of the existence of vampires. He doesn't go much further than lurking in plain sight and occasionally having a good chase, but it's enough to get him reprimanded frequently for his shenanigans.

Like Cater, Ace is popular with the humans who don't mind the vampire preference and often tags along when Cater goes out. (He gives off "someone was forced to bring their little brother to this party with alcohol and now he's just watching everyone be drunk around him" vibes sometimes, but he knows how to do lots of card tricks so it doesn't normally get too awkward. 

He only goes to get away from the coven and to hang out. Ace doesn't like the idea of using one of Cater's "blood buddies." He likes being the cool and aloof vampire, and would much rather hunt when everybody else does on somebody he doesn't know (and then a few extra times when nobody is looking.) It almost feels vulnerable, and he's not into it at all.

Overall, Ace has this carefree attitude about him and he seems content to waste his eternity of pranks and jokes. But he is still a vampire. If he finds someone worth keeping around, he might be open to a change, and maybe even a regular blood buddy. Hope you don't mind your new nocturnal nuisance hanging around.

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[mrs-monaghan]

JK ranking looks has always been a sour topic for me lol. I know he ranked him first once but it came off as damage control and not real. Like he realized at some point that jm was actually hurt by this so he decided to make it up for him. Til this day whenever looks is brought up JK will mention tae or jin not jimin and it’s ok that’s his preference there’s nothing wrong with that I’m just glad they stopped ranking each other because jimin is beautiful and i wish he would hear nothing but praise

I talk about JK rating Jimin first here which is when anon sent this ask. So let's talk about it.

First of all, let's establish something. JK calls V and Jin handsome yes. He said V was the most handsome man he has ever seen. And that's fine. I believe the same. V is really good looking. Also anon, Jimin has said the same thing also. So stop conveniently leaving that out. It ain't just JK who's gushed about V's looks.

But you know what JK has never called V? Sexy. Yet he's said that about Jimin like a million times. I can say someone is beautiful and not want to fuck them. But if I keep repeating that someone is sexy it starts to come off as sus. And no, JK shouting "sexy Namjoon!" jokingly at a concert is not the same thing as him making that noise right before saying Jimin is sexy. And he's made that noise many times in regards to Jimin, btw.

Jimin is beautiful and I wish he would hear nothing but praise

For you, here is 12 minutes of JK finding Jimin not just beautiful, but hot. Desirable. Which is what you want from a partner.

You don't just want your partner to think you're goodlooking. You want them to think you're sexy, desirable, that they want you.

And please lets not forget how much JK is a goner for Jimin's cuteness. He just melts and gets lost in it and u can tell he loves that Jimin is so darn cute. Has even said that many times. Here is a part 1 and a part 2.

See, Jimin likes to be praised and JK knows this. And u best believe that man comes through. I really don't know how u missed JK praising Jimin all these years. It's literally all he does, anon. Even now when he goes live. I'mma need u to start paying more attention. No cap.

Now let's go back to the past. Here i talk about Jikook sleeping together from the beginning which is important for this conversation. I would also like you to go to this post and please watch everything there and read what I've recommended. Please. It's VERY important for u to understand this one thing; JIKOOK WERE VERY CLOSE FROM THE VERY BEGINNING.

And that anon, is the overlooked truth. They were really, really close. We've talked many times about how Taekook were close before Jimin came but as soon as Mimi arrived JK gravitated towards him and that was that. So keep that in mind going forward.

So! Here we have Suga, Jhope and RM being really insecure about their looks and we have shit Armys calling them ugly. Yeah? That's a thing that happened. Yes, Jimin was also insecure about his face at that time but Armys thought he was cute. We've established he was the most popular member at the time. In any case, the rap line being called ugly was a regular occurrence.

Then this stupid question arises asking JK to rate members.

Here's the thing, understandig the situation at hand, rating Jimin last was the easiest thing to do for JK. He was closest to Jimin, they were spending time together all the time. So it was easier to make fun of him as opposed to other members.

Don't get it twisted, JK wasn't enjoying hurting Jimin's feelings. Look at this part after he rates Jimin last, he can't even look at Jimin. Because he knows what he's done. He also knows what he will find when he looks at Jimin's face.

JK was not enjoying this. Maybe in the beginning, but after Jimin kept vocalising how much he hated it JK, stopped enjoying it. One time he even rated them according to the order of the fanchant. Thats how done he was with that question. That link i shared

RM too didn't care for the question and tried to stop JK from putting Jimin last. But alas!

That was reason number 1. Reason number 2:

I know he ranked him first once but it came off as damage control and not real

JK was pulling Jimin's metaphorical Pigtails. You know what that means, right? Kindergarten 101. Boy likes girl. Boy is shy. Boy can't tell girl so what does he do instead? Boy picks on girl. And that is exactly what JK was doing. Making fun of Jimin's height was his favourite!

Uh! Can we take a break and talk about this cute moment that I absolutely love??? AHL when it's JK's turn to have a dance off and Jimin tells him this

And that's how JK ended up doing this which yesssss 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 Loved that! Let's not focus on what happens after and let JK have his moment 😂😂 On 2nd thought let's just mention that after he fell and was feeling embarrassed it was Jimin who stayed with him making him feel better. Yes, I see Jin too but Jimin was the one feeding him comforting words and rubbing him comfortingly. Like I said, close from the beginning.

JiMiN feLL fiRsT bUt Jk FeLL hArDeR 🤪 Miss me with that noise 🙄🙄🖕🏽🖕🏽Aint no such bullshit.

Back on topic anon, if u watch the timeline links I shared this also contributed to Jimin pulling away. Off camera JK was treating Jimin very well, doting on him, loving on him, cuddling him in his sleep, maybe they were already exchanging kisses at that point. But then on camera JK would do things like rate Jimin last. So yeah, Jimin said fuck it and started pulling away. So much like u, he didn't like it either. Here is a painful analysis of zoomed in reactions on how much Jimin hated this. It really wasn't nice and I get why some people like u feel some type of way about it.

But this post is about why JK did what he did at that time. It's the factors mentioned above and let's not forget immaturity. And yet when Jimin started pulling away, around May 2015 we had JK changing his behaviour. He started telling Jimin he was handsome all the time.

That Thailand run BTS live where Armys asked if he liked Jimin, suddenly he was going "Jimin hyung's eyes are so pretty."

When the push and pull started JK was singing a whole different tune. He saw he was losing Jimin and decided to get his shit together and he hasn't looked back since.

I love Jimin, I love him sm. But this topic is not a sore one for me at all. Because if u really pay attention u will notice how attached JK was to Jimin since the beginning. He liked Jimin way before it became about sexual attraction. Jimin quickly became his favourite hyung and it's honestly quite clear. Let's never forget about satellite Jeon. Why would JK follow Jimin if he hated him??? Makes 0 sense.

Till this day whenever looks is brought up JK will mention Jin and Tae and not Jimin

I think we've established that's not true anon, right? We good? Good.

Thanks for the ask. Borahae 💜

#ask shaz #bts ask #if jikook isn't real then neither am i #jikook is real #jikook #kookmin #jikook analysis #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts #jimin and jungkook

[eveenstar]

Heeyy requests are open right? If so could you maybe do Toby dating headcannons? Only if you want to!!!11!!! 💜

Hello! Of course! I could never deny headcanons for my favourite boy <3 Here they are, and as you will see, my Toby is slightly different from the fandom or canon one. I decided to make my own version of him because why not? Hope you like it!

Dating Toby would be like... (headcanons)

Dating Masky headcanons , Dating Hoodie Headcanons

Oh boy. This relationship is the definition of walking on eggshells. Maybe that's an overexaggeration. But you get my point.

Toby might be the "easiest" one to get into a relationship within the main proxies. But beware, all of his previous relationships were all to amuse him at best. You, however, might be different, this time.

Unstable, but not TOO unstable. He's a good hunter - which requires patience. He used to hunt with his father, a long time ago. So, when it comes to you, he has tons of patience but that's not an invitation to test it. He doesn't want to hurt you but the Gods forbid how his foggy his mind gets when overwhelmed.

Speaking of which, Toby get overwhelmed easily. There are days the slightest thing will send him into a spiral. He won't seek your comfort or touch then, so, best be just leave him alone in his corner and go cook something he likes. Food with a soft texture might help.

pancakes because i'm starving for pancakes

Last proxy who decided to invade him during a breakdown ended up with a hatchet in their brain. Well, who told them to approach a serial killer cleaning their axes?

Anyway. On contrary of Masky, you'll actually see other proxies here and there. Of course, whatever ranks the Big Man has put up, Toby is in the top of the food chain, which leads to other proxies visiting. You can be around when this happens, but be wise with what you say or do. Not that Toby is jealous, he has nothing to be jealous of when it come to other proxies, but he can't have the others aware of his weaknesses.

There is also the matter of danger. You're in constant danger. The most brave will seek to harm you to get Toby out of his leading position, but no harm actually happens because this man is like the...James Bond of hatchets. Good moves for a man in his 30s.

He's also fairly vocal. He doesn't talk constantly of course but he'll let you know his thoughts, or make random comments about missions. At some moments it'll even feel like you two are a normal couple. So, talk to him and he'll be happy :)

His laughter is also something worth mentioning. He doesn't laugh a lot, it's rare when he does, but they're very light-hearted and a bit rough in the edges. It's simply adorable when he shakes his head or throws his head back and laughs out loud - but don't mention it or he'll get embarrassed.

Toby's a movie boy. Absolutely adores action movies with fast pacing. Hates animation. Movie nights are a must and it's another moment of normality.

Has high pain tolerance. He feels it but forced his brain to ignore it so Toby will arrive home with stab wounds or gunshots wounds that he probably forgot he had - it's your job to make sure he doesn't bleed out. This is less common for a 30 something-year-old Toby than Toby in his 20s. He's older and wiser, a professional in his craft. No one gets near him anymore without having a axe craved in their head first.

Beard beard beard beard. He has a beard. Fairly visible as well. It's hot. Take that as you will.

Toby will train you as well. Practice with axes and throwing knives, as well as fighting moves. This man has a thing for you using sharp weapons or getting him on the floor - again, take that as you will. :)

Yes, he now uses throwing knives. He learned how to use them from another proxy a few years ago.

Along with Hoodie, but slightly different, Toby will get you gifts for special dates such as your birthday or Christmas. He's not particularly fond of Christmas but feels obligated to get you something. He won't go out of his way to buy you said gifts, Toby will either make you one through wood carving (one of his abilities he has perfected over the years) or will steal one from a victim's house.

Christmas! Family holidays. He hates it. Toby has detached himself from who he was so much, but the sight of happy families makes his blood boil. He's not stupid, he knows they're not at fault for what happened to him - but that reason soon leaves his mind when the flashbacks hit. Before he knows, his hands are already dirty with blood. He hates the stupid songs and the parties - but, if you're someone to celebrate it, he won't oppose. He'll get angry and will exile himself with his hatchets, but some times...some times he'll silently join you cooking or decorating. He won't say a word, and if you're smart, so will you.

Toby has abandoned his family name. His first name is the only remnant of his past - and for this, Masky will use it to mock him to a breaking point. He won't let Toby live down the fact that he surpassed Masky in the ranks. He'll get home snappy and angry - and he'll always vent to you. Toby is very vocal with his hands as well, he moves them around a lot - lots of angry waves and quite possible a few bottles will be smashed or thrown if you don't stop him.

He's a lot to take in, but most of the time he's very calm and collected. Please, feel free to vent or talk to him whenever you feel like it. He loves the sound of your voice and hear you talk about anything soothes him.

Or sing. Oh boy. If you catch him alone, thinking you're asleep, you might hear him singing a lullaby to himself. It's almost impossible to hear it, and he will deny on his life that he does this.

Toby is one of the proxies who doesn't mind what he does or who he "works" for. It has been so long and his path has been so tragic and dark - he has become numb to it. He has you and his children a.k.a his hatchets.

Surprisingly not very aware that Slender would harm you. But that creature would. You're only alive because He allows you to be. One day, that might come to an end and trust me, Toby can be more frightening to face than Masky and Hoodie. And that includes, a possessed by SlenderMan Toby.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

#toby rogers x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #toby rogers #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader

[enderwalking]

Traffic/Life Series Scored like MCC

In honor of the upcoming fourth series, and for the Trafficblr Throwback, I've decided to repost these score tables I did, quantifying each player's performance in each of the Minecraft death games! Here are the Official (as determined by only me) rankings across each series:

The scoring was based loosely on the method used for Survival Games in MCC, with points awarded for survival, kills, and overall placement. Further details below the cut (warning, it gets LONG).

In Third Life, players are awarded points each time someone dies and they survive: 5 points if they survive on green, 4 for yellow, and 3 for red. Staying green for longer thus awards more points than staying red for the same amount of time. In cases where players did not participate in a session (i.e. BDubs in session 6, BigB and Joel in session 7), they don't get the survival points for deaths that occurred during that session, since they technically weren't around to outlive people during that time.

Each kill is also awarded 30 points. For my purposes, unintentional deaths that could be directly attributed to a player (i.e. Grian's creeper prank, as well as deaths to Tango's minigame) still counted towards that player's kill points.

Lastly, you get bonus points based on your final placement: survival bonuses from 1st to 14th go 200 points, 180, 165, 150, 135, 120, 105, 95, 85, 75, 65, 55, 45, and 35. Placing first obviously gives you the greatest edge, and placing in the top 50% also gives you a larger bonus.

For Double Life, I used basically the same scoring system as described above. I decided to treat each player's death as individual rather than grouping soulmates together, just since that felt more fair. I also decided that kills were individual; so for instance, Grian's stalactite only hit Ren, so he only gets one kill rather than two. However, since that halved the number of kills available overall, I compromised by having kills be worth twice as many points.

For Last Life, I knew going in that I definitely wouldn't be able to weigh survival points the same way, so I just went with the easiest alternative option in that everyone gets 4 points each time someone dies and they survive, regardless of how many lives they have at the time. Survival bonuses were pretty much the same, but got a bit lower as they went further down. Also, players got 30 points each time they gained a life. For this purpose, things like the Southlands passing a life around in a circle don't count; the life has to at least stick for a little while. I figured, since survival is the goal, gaining lives or getting people to give you their lives should be rewarded. Kills are still 30 points, and there were a LOT of them this time around due to the higher than average number of lives to spare, which definitely pushed scores higher across the board. And hey, since he managed One (1) kill, it means that Jimmy wasn't last! Also, shoutout to Joel Smallishbeans for managing to be the only non-winner to rank first in a series through the power of incredible violence!

#trafficblr throwback #third life smp #last life smp #double life smp #mostly i wanted to repost these with bigger text in the images for better readability lol #lei talks hermitraffic

[wordstro]

[11] apocalypse + ex!san + "do you know the tragedy of antigone?"

part 10 | masterlist | part 12

a/n: 4k, more mentions of death haha, this fic has gotten so conversation heavy but i swear it's going somewhere!!! listened to seraph by dpr ian nonstop writing this so whew, finally created a masterlist!

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it was supposed to go like this: san earns seonghwa's trust and becomes a guard.

"they have the most free reign, second to seonghwa and hongjoong depending on rank," yeosang said to you.

san befriends the rest of the guard. learn who they care about, what makes them tick, and how to have them turn against seonghwa and hongjoong. sow seeds of doubt into seonghwa's most trusted, figure out the easiest and safest escape route, all while the sanctuary implodes from the inside out.

"we wouldn't have to worry about running into them anymore," yeosang explains, voice quiet, "when they're on their hunts. and, frankly, good fucking riddance if they all kill one another."

a part of you thinks the same thing, no doubt because of the same reasons as yeosang, but another part of you wonders how that's fair. there are children here. there are survivors here, in a world where survivors are few and far between. besides, mingi helped start this place. is that why yeosang thinks he can help mingi destroy it? why he seems to think he has some type of authority over what happens to it? that mingi doesn't need to go down with it?

but in a world where everything is so fucking selfish, you succumb to the norm. you ask, "what about me then?"

the plan is simple, easy. and they could have told you about it.

that is, if you were ever meant to be a part of it.

as you listened to yeosang's quiet musical voice fill the empty room, the emptiness that settled over you became full of a quiet sort of anger. one that makes your stomach churned. the kind you used to feel before, when you could not sit still and always had to move, move, move.

"what happens to me in this plan?" you wipe the last remnants of your tears and you grip the radio as you wait for his response, curated as it might be. what else are those silences for, if not to discuss how they should respond to your questions and, as yunho put it, leave you in the dark?

"san wouldn't agree unless you escaped too."

san wouldn't agree. yeosang keeps saying that, and you wonder a lot of things right then. is yeosang lying? is he telling the truth? if he is telling the truth, does that mean he'd pitched plans that didn't involve you getting out? how do you know san hadn't agreed to those plans? what was the reason for excluding you from the planning of this particular plan?

then, in the same breath that you felt the need to apologize to him minutes ago, you wonder what if you decided not to rely on them. what if you and jongho figured out a way to get out on your own. you could secure food from whatever resource seonghwa and hongjoong have. if san could become a guard, you could push that you are san's person, and then use that to secure what you need and leave on your goddamned own.

you'd seen the sympathy you'd garnered. hongjoong had stepped back and left you feeling as if you won. if you can't garner sympathy and help because you need it, then you can provide entertainment, be a spectacle, and find your own way out. you can play the game the same way they are, with their ulterior motives and lies.

"that doesn't sound like him," you say in response, resisting the urge to grit your teeth.

"then you really don't know san," yeosang sighs, and it sounds a bit sad even to your own ears.

~.~.~.~.~

four days go by waiting in a state of limbo. you are refused entrance to the prison the first and second day. the third day, hongjoong is the one at the desk, and you're glad he didn't seem to catch you peeking into the room before you'd run off.

four days.

you shouldn't be so worried, since san lied to you and will likely continue lying. but you can't help it. multiple people try to comfort you throughout the day. taeyong helps you peel potatoes during dinner duty, content in sitting in silence. mrs. kim pats your back too often. it's strange, and awfully infuriating as well. this is what garners sympathy? not hongjoong's bullying, but this? for a moment, you almost agree with yeosang's sentiment to let this place burn to the ground from the inside out, good riddance to all. but you reign it in, and you supply extra watery smiles, and small sighs.

jongho raises a brow at you while you're doing laundry, watching as momo folds laundry from your basket, despite not being assigned to laundry duty. you explain how you haven't seen san in days and how it feels like months.

jongho raises a brow at you from across the table at that. you kick his leg under the table, and he snorts.

you feel bad about it for a moment. you tell yourself, it's not manipulation if it's justified. these people wanted a spectacle, so you're giving them one.

four shipments pass. you sit next to mrs. kim during each of them, and despite hongjoong not being there, your shoulders feel heavy as if he's still there weighing down on you. every time those doors open, your gaze flits and you search the faces of those stumbling out, and you let out a small sigh of relief when you don't see san amongst them. you feel bad about that for longer than a moment, because these other people don't deserve this. not just san. but the relief sinks bone-deep and you succumb to it's effects too easily. a part of you cannot find it in yourself to care for the fate of strangers nearly as much as you should.

~.~.~.~.~

you toss and turn in your cot before you lay still, staring at the dark, blurry ceiling. you wonder, yet again, why your skin continues to crawl, why your heart still beats fast and your thoughts run quick, why you can't fall asleep. another night passed without a glimpse of san. that is both a good and bad thing. good because he isn't on the shipment. bad because you're worried and you cannot fathom why the hell you are. he lied to you again.

you groan, and contemplate if you should bite the bullet and finally call yeosang, wooyoung, yunho, and mingi over the radio. you hadn't spoken to them since that first night. that quiet simmering anger that still lives at the pit of your stomach feels like it would boil over if you have to spend another second trying to decipher whether they're lying to you or not. besides -

a soft knock startles you, and you shoot up, head snapping to the door to the jail cell room. no one ever knocks except san.

except san.

your heart does not settle in your chest at that thought.

"come in," you call.

the door creeks open, and a lantern illuminates san's sharp features, his piercing eyes, and overgrown hair. his tired eyes are even more tired, beneath the watchful gaze, and you rub your eyes to make sure you are not imagining him.

san steps into the room, and shuts the door behind him with the softest of thuds. you roll of the cot, still staring, before you stride forward until you are an arms-length away from him. you can't help but sweep your gaze over him, taking note of his limbs. everything seems to be there. there's nothing wrong. not even a single scratch.

san's voice draws your attention back to his face.

"y/n," he says, and the way he says your name, his voice a little dry and raspy, makes you press your lips together, eyes narrowing. "i wanted to tell you something. before you have to hear it from someone else."

you stare at him.

he leans heavily against the door and says, "seonghwa offered me a position in the guard. i'm taking it. i just...that was the plan between me and the boys all along."

he eyes you expectantly, and you wonder if you should bite your tongue and keep your knowledge to yourself. perhaps it's the time, late bordering on too early, or the way relief fills your lungs and your limbs and sinks so far into your bones it must stain you, or it's merely the way he leans against the closed door behind him and fiddles with the lantern in his hands, but you find yourself saying, "i know."

san's gaze shifts up to yours. he takes a shuddering breath, one you can almost feel. he says, rather than asks, "yeosang told you."

you shake your head, "yunho actually."

san lets out the smallest of laughs, breathless as ever, "he would. he's kind."

you wouldn't know, but you'd thought he had a kind face when you first saw him. you doubt finally telling you the truth is kindness, though, so you ignore the comment and say, "i did ask first. i suspected there was something else."

san nods, says, "what else did they say?"

"what else should i know?"

san bites his lips, and for a moment you don't think he'll say anything. then he sighs and murmurs, "yeosang and i used to date."

that makes you freeze. you thought he'd tell you about other motives. not history. though maybe, if you think about it a bit more, that could very well be a motive. or at least an explanation to the way his friends behave with you. that explains why yeosang seemed so adamant when he said he knew you. your stomach flips at the thought.

still, you ask, tone too light, "only used to date?"

san frowns, tilting his head.

"the sweatshirt," you explain. maybe the sweatshirt is a keepsake, like the radio.

san drops his head back against the door with a soft thud, says, "we're still good friends. we ended things on good terms."

you remember the desperation in yeosang's voice, and wooyoung answering for yeosang when he went silent. you wonder if san is the only one to believe that. instead of questioning him, you raise a brow.

san must be exhausted because he lets out a small snort at your expression, and sighs, sinking to the floor. you watch before you slowly join him, scooting so your back rests against the door too. your shoulders brush each other, a light touch, somehow comforting because it solidifies that san is very much here, and no longer in prison because of you. the lantern sits at both your feet, the warm light reminding you vaguely of the sunrays in the prison room. this time, instead of being surrounded in warm sunlight and dancing dust, you are surrounded in devouring darkness and a silence that settles over both of you. it's a sort of tension you wonder if either of you will mention in the morning, or if you'll allow it to be devoured by the darkness too.

"fine," san exhales, "we ended things on bad terms. but we are still good friends."

"so your bad-blood-exes streak is two for two? damn."

san chuckles, and the sound is soft and breathless and tired. he leans his head to the side to peer at you. you twist your body to face him, drawing a knee up to your chest. you study his expression, his dark, exhausted eyes, as he studies yours.

"i'll have you know i've had plenty of exes that ended well."

you raise a brow, "right."

he closes his eyes, barking out a loud laugh.

you shift beside him as you carefully pick your next words.

"can i ask why you ended on bad terms with yeosang? you both..." you trail off, thinking of the few interactions you had witnessed between them and how they could communicate with each other with just a look, how yeosang asks after san on the calls, how san smiles whenever yeosang talks through the radio, the sweatshirt, and you murmur, "you both seem nice together."

san tilts his head down, and fiddles with the edge of his shirt.

you don't know why you ask it. maybe you just know, from the way yeosang's spoken to you, from the things san has admitted. maybe, deep down, you know, and you need to ask to really confirm it. you ask, "please don't tell me it's because of me?"

san drags a hand over his face, peering sideways at you once more.

the silence is confirmation enough. maybe he doesn't care about you, but he used to, and you've also spent so long trying to reconcile your relationship with him and the person you were during that time. clearly, he has too. it's not fair. as you look at him, your chest feeling as if there's a heavy weight in it that will have you sinking through the earth and onto the other side, you think it isn't fair that you obviously have not gotten over him the way he has with you. that you still care about him. that he's ruined something good because of you and you feel bad and want him to have that back, despite the heaviness in your chest and the way your fingers curl around the fabric of your pants. it's not fair that you feel this way when you he's lied to you. you can't help but wonder, questions running through your mind. why did he ruin a good thing on your account? why are you feeling the effects of something that you had no hand in, not directly at least? why the hell do you pity the san before you? why is your heart racing?

you let out a laugh, more out of disbelief than anything else.

san scowls at your reaction.

"you're a fucking idiot, choi san." you shake your head, clutching your knee closer to your chest, "in the middle of an apocalypse still hung up over an ex that left you years ago. why would you let me ruin a good thing for you?"

san blinks, "you didn't do anything."

you feel the way you did, when you sat in that empty room and apologized to yeosang and san's friends. no, you didn't do anything, but why do you feel so sorry? why do you feel like all of this is your fault?

"you just said -"

san turns to face you, placing his hand on the one that's balled into a fist on your knee, your nails digging so hard into the fabric of your pants you're afraid you'll tear it. san dips his head, until his gaze is level with yours, and he speaks with a maturity that is a testament to the strange san you never knew. the one you've caught glimpses of here. the one you're starting to pick up on.

"i ruined it because of my feelings. i broke up with yeosang because of my issues and my emotions and it is not" - san squeezes your hand, his jaw ticking as he keeps your gaze locked on his - "your fault, y/n. i know i say a lot of shit, but this is not your fault. you have nothing to be sorry for."

"yeosang said that too."

san's hand is a warm, comforting weight on top of yours. "because he's right. you said it yourself, too, not in so many words. none of what's happened since you left the bunker is your fault. the way people are treating you," san sighs, "including myself. it's not really your fault."

when yeosang said it, it felt nice. when san says it, you scan his expression for a long time.

"you're saying that like it is someone's fault."

san shakes his head, pats your hand, before he lets go and leans back against the door once more.

before you can say anything san says, "yeo reminded me of you, you know. at first."

you grimace at that, words spilling from your mouth, "why does everyone keep saying that? first jongho saying i remind him of his friend, then hongjoong, now this? i am my own person, you know? i'm not someone you all can project personalities onto. and it's shitty to get into a relationship with someone that reminds you of your ex, san."

san grimaces, "i said at first."

"my point still stands."

san's expression appears strained. you assume it's because he's biting his tongue. his gaze flickers over your face as he murmurs, "fine, yeah. i'm a huge idiot."

"self awareness is the first step."

san rolls his eyes, but his lips turn up into a smile. you both fall into silence. it's comfortable, strangely so.

but you're the first to break it, "does you being here mean you won't be punished?"

san's eyes darken. he says, "no."

you turn to look at him, eyes flickering to his hands, "what's your punishment?"

"my hands will be fine," san says, shaking his head. his dark eyes are piercing, "i have to execute anyone seonghwa asks me to. mostly those who stray too far after being released on the shipments. that doesn't happen often though."

you're horrified, "that's awful."

he bites his lip, and you can tell he isn't saying something. despite the way his shoulders are slumped and the exhaustion in his eyes, he's holding something back.

he nods, says, "it does give me a chance to explore the guard towers though and figure out if there's a way out through there."

"before or after you have everyone turn on each other."

san shrugs, "i was just going to play that part by ear."

"and where would i be during this?"

"by my side."

you frown, "so why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

"i can't tell you."

you don't push him. you don't want to play this game again. you don't want to know that he has even more secrets he can't tell you. so you say, "you're right."

san peers at you, but he seems to rethink whatever he wants to say because he settles for a snort and a, "you think so?"

you nod briskly.

san says, "that's a first. usually you tell me i'm wrong."

"don't get used to it."

san chuckles, before he says, expression growing somber, "just stay low for a while, will you?"

you frown, "why?"

"seonghwa's noticed all the friends you've made."

you roll your eyes, "i wouldn't call them friends."

san dips his head, "whatever you call them, he's noticed."

"he doesn't like it." you state it rather than ask.

san just nods. you nod, too, say, "okay, i'll lay low."

lies are getting easier, you've noticed, but san eyes you strangely anyway. maybe lies are getting easier, but you're still getting good at them. yet, he doesn't say a word.

you let the silence engulf you both. you let yourself bask in it, in the quiet, and the presence of someone else in this lonely room.

later, a long while later, san pushes himself to his feet. the lantern at your feet is dwindling.

san holds out a hand. you let him help you up.

he says goodnight, and you watch him go.

~.~.~.~.~

the next morning, after breakfast, you pull jongho behind the building before laundry duty, and you say, "where does the sanctuary get their food from?"

jongho blinks in surprise.

you say, "we're going to need food - and a whole lot of it - if we want to get out of here. and a car. they can't follow us to the other side of the country, can they?"

jongho blinks once, twice, three times, before he breaks out into a wide, ear-splitting grin. he doesn't cover his mouth. you squeeze his hand and you ask, "is this a good idea?"

jongho shakes his head, but he's still grinning.

"but we're going to do it?"

jongho nods and nods and nods.

~.~.~.~.~

"y/n."

you look up from the bookshelf you're wiping down, freezing under seonghwa's unwavering eyes.

seonghwa sits on one of the chairs - the same one hongjoong had been lounging in when he told you his past - and he gestures at the seat next to him. he is so polite, goosebumps settle over your skin.

you glance around the library, though you know damn well it's empty. the few times you've been assigned here after the incident, only seonghwa has been in here, and he barely ever spared you a glance as he intently scoured his books.

you have half a mind to say no.

then, he says, "sit down. let's talk."

his tone leaves no room for argument. so you sit.

seonghwa says, "do you know the tragedy of antigone?"

you frown, shaking your head.

seonghwa places an old, tattered book in your hand. sophocles, it says. you don't read books anymore, and certainly not ancient greek tragedies.

"in short, two brothers fight and both die. the king creon decides to honor one brother and dishonor the other - polynices. he's refused a proper burial, and his soul won't be able to rest because of it. antigone goes against creon's orders and performs a proper burial for her brother anyway. she places her love for her family above human laws. she's punished of course - buried alive in a cave - but later creon decides to spare her an execution and he finds she's killed herself."

"that's morbid," you frown at him. seonghwa continues staring at you, and his gaze is unsettling. he doesn't blink. you swear he isn't blinking. you flip the old book in your hands before you say, "let me guess? you're the king in this story?"

seonghwa smiles, and it is a chilling thing, all teeth but so polite it makes your skin crawl.

seonghwa says, "it's just interesting, i think, how far humans will go for love. platonic, romantic, anything really."

your frown deepens, "humans?"

something about the way he says that makes alarms ring in your head.

seonghwa nods, "people will do anything for the ones they care about. i'm curious what the extent of anything truly is. aren't you?"

you'd mentioned offhandedly that you believed seonghwa to have a god complex, but this is so utterly blatant it makes you want to put as much space the two of you as you can. you'd rather be alone in a room with hongjoong at this point.

he says, "how far are you willing to go for san, y/n?"

you cannot hide your wince. instead you shake your head and say, "less than you think."

seonghwa laughs, says, "a friend of mine said the same thing once. she was a bad liar."

you don't comment on the past tense. you wonder, for a moment, if he's talking about -

seonghwa tilts his head, his dark eyes still so unwavering, so unblinking, and he says, "i don't do well with bad liars, y/n. it's uninteresting."

he stands and leaves, glides almost, and you watch him go, all the hairs at the back of your neck standing on end. you exhale a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding.

you stare at the book in your lap for a long time, before you open it. written in elegant letters across the top is a name.

chaeyoung.

#ateez angst #san #san angst #ateez scenarios #ateez #apocalypse ex san au

[maki--na]

What happened to the other Krangs?

Hola, hola, hola ;D 

I come with another existential doubt and curious detail that the film left us.

What happened to the other Krang?

It's something that very few really noticed, but when Leo stays with the older Krang. They show us some VERY explicit scenarios that I couldn't help but take a close look at.

At one point in the film, the older Krang says "too bad our other brothers didn't survive in the prison dimension."

SORRY?? SURVIVED??

It's clear that when these Krang were trapped here, they were excluded from any food or water they could feed on (more on that later).

Right, since they are a large army, they must have stocked up with plenty of food and water. But… how long did those reservations last? Answer... they ate each other.

Yes, I know it sounds like a very dark topic.

But do you remember the phrase that the older Krang always says?

"The strong will devour the weak"

Most likely, the older Krang already knew that his kind was going to commit cannibalism sooner or later. It was only a matter of time.

And my theory is reinforced when we see the corpses of the other Krangs in this scene.

But the older Krang also knew that he wasn't going to survive alone and that he NEEDED a team if he wanted to remain the strongest of his kind. He then began to analyze the 'strongest' of species and ranks.

He was strong and resilient, capable of learning new skills, but he wasn't fast.

Finding the little Krang (of lower rank and very easy to eat actually), seeing that his power to parasitize others (even his own kind) could be useful to him.

And little Krang couldn't refuse that offer, 'because he knows he's a pushover' and he doesn't have much tentacle strength or he's very fast. Joining the older Krang would be a great advantage to survive.

When he found the sister, his kind had already been committing cannibalism. Eliminating the smallest and hunters first (this was because it was the easiest to catch and the hunters would be a hindrance due to its speed)

The older Krang must have thought the same and together with the little Krang, they tried to eliminate her. But, she was NOT going to die. She fought with everything she had, but still she was beaten by the older Krang.

She had speed and was very effective at catching her prey. And the older Krang needed that speed.

And so they formed their team of 3, eliminating the rest of their species and remaining as the only survivors. The strongest.

My theory that they committed cannibalism is reinforced when in the final battle the older Krang yells at them: SURRENDER OR YOU WILL BE CONSUMED!

It also shows that the Krang needed to feed.

Another reason I believe in this theory is:

 They couldn't die because of age, because these 3 Krangs would also be dead.

I think they weren't bored anymore and decided to kill each other.

OF COURSE, THEY WERE BORED??!!

Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope I didn't traumatize you. I am sorry. 😅😅😅

#rottmnt #rottmnt movie #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt krang #krang #cannibalism warning #The krangs are darker than they appear. #theory

[elronds-pointy-ears]

At your Mercy Chapter 7

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Pairing: Gil-Galad x human! fem! Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1973

Summary: Dramatic elf makes his entrance and cute moment with Gil-Galad. Let the festivities commence.

Thank you for reading 💜

It was a hectic day. You ran from one place to the next. Being the High Kings sort of manager you had a lot to do. Especially the days when his herold was absent. You carried a lot on your shoulders at court. It turned out you were handling it well and the High King appeared to be pleased with the work you managed to get done. Downside was that he had high expectations. He saw your negotiating with other elves, high ranked ones at that and he saw you had a hand for these political matters. You should be proud how far you‘ve come in such a short time but at times like these you would rather just have a simple life with a simple job. Your excellent work had you now running around like a wild chicken because the elven Lord Oropher was yours to take care of.

The elf was a menace. He had much to complain and very little praise for anything. If you had to decide who the most unlikeable elf was you would not have to think long. He stood only 5 feet away from you with his long blonde hair, blowing in the wind. He stood tall next to his kin, head held high and a piercing gaze. „Y/N is it? I want to retreat to my quarters now. Go ahead and tell them to arrange everything!“ You were not sure what exactly he meant so you stood for a moment contemplating what exactly he was talking about. „What are you waiting for? Off you go!“ he commanded. With that you decided to just listen to him and walk straight to the closest maiden. „Excuse me. Lord Oropher sends me to let you know he wants everything  ‚arranged‘ in his quarters?“ you told her with a questioning undertone hinting at your confusion. „Lord Oropher oh my? He is here already? I will take care of it right now. Thank you for letting me know.“ With that she was off leaving you still clueless what he meant by „arranged“. 

Deciding not to dwell on this arrogant elf and his stupid desires for one more minute you went to the first place that came to mind when you thought about a peaceful moment, the big tree you admired so much. After spending the whole day as Orophers personal slave you had had enough. You needed a break, fresh air and just really some peace. 

You made your way up the hill. The sun was about to set and it‘s rays set the land in a golden light. Standing in front of the tree you saw far over the city. The pinkish and orange sky took your breath away. You closed your eyes and you felt your tense shoulders relax. This is more than you initially thought you would get by coming up here but this view was absolutely everything to get your spirits back up. You stood there for a long time just breathing, basking in the warmth of the last rays of light the sun was casting over the lands when you felt a presence next to you. You kept your eyes closed and prepared for someone to interrupt your peaceful moment. A few moments passed and you could not hear anything. Whoever stood next to you granted you a few more seconds of peace. Out of curiosity you decided to open your eyes and see who came to stand next to you.

„Oh. High King“ you blurted. „I uh excuse me your grace I was not aware someone was here.“ you lied trying to smooth out your clothes to make you more presentable. You figured it would be the easiest way out of this situation. „Do not worry Y/N I am just here to do the same as you.“ he said turning his head from looking at you to the far lands ahead. „What I am doing?“ you questioned. Honestly you had no idea what exactly you were doing here. You were just standing around. „You are running away from Oropher.“ he smirked. „I understand how dramatic he can be. I am stressed out as well.“ Another pause. None of you spoke and it was a comfortable silence until Gil-Galad decided to let you in on a tiny piece of information about him no one really knew. „In fact when I am stressed out I come here. It is a peaceful place and usually the only place in the city that can be found free of anyone.“ You turned to face him trying to apologize „Oh I am so sorry I did not know I will not come here if you wish this place to be..“ you babbled but his deep baritone interrupted you „No I am not saying you are unwelcome Y/N.“ he stared back into your eyes. The sun kissed your skin and made it glow in beautiful golden hues. His favorite colour.

„What I am trying to say is that I am grateful you are here. Having to listen to Oropher all day and doing his biddings is exhausting and by handling him you are taking away a lot of that weight from my shoulders.“ You held his gaze. Something about his dark orbs in the light did wonders and you felt drawn to him. „I uh thank you.“ you stammered. His eyes bored into yours and he towered over you, but not in a threatening way. No in a friendly, warm way.

This was the first time you felt relaxed in his presence. Maybe it was the time you spent together, working for him, that you finally got used to it. Maybe it was just the utterly exhausting Oropher who in comparison was way worse than the High King could ever be. Or his soft deep words of gratitude that made your heart swell in your chest. His eyes dipped down to your lips for a moment and your eyes did the same. His lips look so soft and kissable right now. You wondered what they would feel like... STOP!!

You shook your head, feeling your ears heat up from embarrassment. You must have hit your head or something since you‘ve been training with Glorfindel. These inappropriate thoughts had been plaguing your mind recently and it only seemed to happen more often the more time you spent with the High-King. 

Little did you know the High King stared at you for a moment longer than he should have. He saw your expression change quickly and it brought a smile to his lips. He saw your ears turning a slight shade of pink like the sky above and he enjoyed seeing you so flustered.

Before he could think of anything to say to make you blush more you straightened up beside him. „Very well I am going to retire to my quarters now. I am sure Lord Oropher will have demands tomorrow morning so I better not get to bed too late. Have a good evening, your grace.“ With that you turned on your heels and headed back down to your room, leaving the High King pondering.

In the morning you woke up tired and sleepy. You had trouble sleeping. The events from yesterday still clouded your mind and you could hardly get Gil-Galad out of your mind. Even though you were alone in your room, he was present in the back of your head. Everything about him seemed to be so perfect. He was not just nice to look at no. What actually surprised you was, that he was actually a good person in just an attractive body. At first you thought he was as arrogant as any elven King would be. But after a while he showed you more facettes of his true character. He was a King and a ruler to most. But there were many other parts of him hidden behind the facade of the High-King. He proved to be kind and warmhearted. You spent most of the night wondering about the many other sides the great elven King might have hidden behind the mask he wore at all times. 

Oropher was not helping, as he had requested you to accompany him on his morning ride through the woods. After preparing everything for him you had a few minutes of peace riding alongside the blonde elf. All you had to do now was listen to his endless bickering about humans. He disagreed on many things humans did. Especially the way they treated nature and the very place they call home. Destroying more than creating or nurturing their homeland. After a few minutes he paused and just admired the view.

„I have always preferred the woods. They are so calm and eternal. This is where I feel most peaceful. Don‘t you agree Y/N?“ Oropher said, waiting for your response. „I do like the woods as well, yes. They are full of life and mysterious. You never know what to expect behind the next tree.“ you agreed. As much as you wanted to rebel against Orophers opinions you could not disagree because he was simply stating the truth. Humans were awful beings. Sometimes worse than the dwarves could ever be. It was terrifying to think about all the bad things happening at the very moment, somewhere in the world at the hands of humans. And the woods you did not even have to act like you liked them. How could anyone not like the trees that stood in the very place for thousands of years. The rest of the ride was relatively relaxed and not too exhausting. Oropher seemed to be a better company in the presence of trees you thought. 

When you came back to the city you heard Oropher asking for a servant to bring him tea to his quarters and prepare a bath. He talked about not going to the festivities without a proper bath and you nearly facepalmed. You had forgotten about the day. It was the High-Kings birthday. They would hold a ceremony this evening in the High Kings name with music, food and dances. You quickly made your way over to Oropher to ask if he needed anything else. He waved you off, already heading to his quarters. 

Nearly tripping over your own feet you speed-walked to your own to get everything sorted before heading to Elrond and the other elves to make sure everything has been prepared and is ready for the celebration held in about four hours from now on. You found Elrond after a while walking around the many elves running around carrying boxes of wine or fireworks, tables and seats had already been arranged and a dancefloor had formed in between them. „Y/N there you are.“ Elrond came strutting over to you and stood beside you. „How has your day been? I hope Oropher behaved?“ he raised one eyebrow at you. You laughed „Ha, you mean to ask if he ever behaved, right?“. The ellon beside you laughed out loud at that. „Just what I‘ve been thinking,“ he mused. Elrond and you helped wherever a set of hands was needed and slowly the gardens turned into a mesmerizing scenery.

Everyone kept working on decorations and preparations for the evening and after about two hours the splace had changed completely. The party was set to be in the already pretty gardens and beautiful lanterns lit every corner in a warm and welcoming light. Pretty flowers adorned the wooden tables  creating a magical ambience. Soft tunes could be heard from the musicians that had started to play and you headed back to your quarters to get dressed for the occasion. In about 30 minutes the celebration was supposed to start and you needed to clean up a bit, before jumping in a wonderful dark green dress.

Tagging @lotrnonsense​ / @captainbutterflygirl2 @thesolarangel​ @lazymeriadoc​ @bananaphanta​ @betty-not-boop​ @fenharel-enaste @eowyn7023

#at your mercy #at your mercy fic #gil-galad #gil-galad x reader #gil-galad fic #mywork #update

[jungle321jungle]

All My Ongoing Sanders Sides Fics

All of them here. In a single list.

Other Masterlists - My Ao3

False Dawn

For his entire life, Janus Ekans had done whatever he could to prove himself and rise in the ranks of his father’s court, but it was all worthless in the end. Now, the only path to survival is to rely on his father’s killer, Duke Logan Ackroyd, even if it means discarding his pride and blood ties. It might not be freedom, but at least it won't be his head rolling on the floor next. ~~~~ False Dawn: Idiom: A situation that looks like it is beginning to improve when, in reality, it is not.

Wedding Rings and Annoying Kings

“The Emperor is reinstating the Royal Harem, and he has chosen you to be the first of the Royal Consorts.” Janus’ fingers flexed as he tried to ignore the voice in his head, screaming that patricide was another method to raise his status. “I'm to be The Empress- no, an empress?” “A King,” Father corrected. “I negotiated that much for you.” Janus gave a hollow laugh as he crossed the room to sink into the sofa. “An empress...” He heard his father sigh in response, “Yes, an empress.” ~~~~ Aka Logan decides that the easiest way to run an empire is to start a harem. Because that makes sense somehow.

A Royal Pain

A public competition between brothers for the throne was quite literally the last thing Janus and Logan wanted to do in their lives. After years and years of doing everything in their power to reach this point, there should've been a reward—something other than crushed hopes. But what to do now? Resign to that fact? No, if they were being forced to play this game, then they’d rig it in their favor—or in their illegitimate younger brother's.

All Kittens Are Black In The Dark 

Parenting is hard in general, but Janus and Logan learn it can be even harder, especially when your baby isn't entirely human. But that doesn’t mean they love him any less. aka Lociet adopts a baby werecat!Virgil

As Honest As The Day Is Long

The sequel to Ask No Questions (I’ll Tell No Lies) It had been two years since Janus had met his soulmate, who had conveniently been the man who had tried to arrest him. Tried. But it seems Logan had kept himself busy during their time apart, and so unfortunately had Remy. The club owner who was clearly far more dangerous than anyone could have anticipated. So when his soulmate comes begging for help to save his soulmate, Janus doesn't say no. But, at the very least he’s going to get Logan’s number this time.

Ten Of Swords

The world of Swords of Power and Conquest was one Virgil dove head first into, giving his soul and life to the game. He would play whenever he could, and had even decided he wanted to go into game design. At times he had even dreamt of how wonderful it would be to be inside that world for even a moment- until that world became his reality.

The familiar world he had come to love was now a foreign prison, one with no way out.

Something Worth Stealing

“What do you think?”

Truthfully Virgil was terrified at the very prospect. There was a reason each nanny didn't last long, and Virgil had heard enough horror stories about the Ackroyd boys to avoid them at all costs when he had worked in the past. Hell the only reason he still got some to come in now and then was because the job was so high paying. Mr. Ackroyd knew exactly what he was doing advertising with all those zeroes, he was reeling in any nanny who would skip talking to peers at the sight. And now by some twist of fate that very bait was dangling above Virgil, and even worse there wasn’t anyway he could feasibly afford to ignore it. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked the man in the eye, “I think it is more than a generous offer that I would be happy to accept.”

(Virgil becomes the newest nanny for his very attracti- for Logan.)

Sleeping in the Woods

It was never in Virgil’s plan to be a camp counselor, he had never been a fan of kids.

It was never in his plan to learn to enjoy each of the boy’s company, he had never wanted to learn the truths behind their fake smiles.

It was never in his plan to get wrapped up in things he didn’t understand, he had always preferred to keep to himself.

None of it was ever his plan, but he’d do whatever he’d have to save everyone- even if it means risking himself.

#im redoing my masterlist #masterlist #sanders side fic

[eyeballskunk]

Joon-gi Han Summer Holiday Character Story

Card description: Head of the Jingweon Mafia. Even the cold face of a boss is somewhat calm under this sunlight. However, no one knows what he thinks behind his relaxed appearance.

NOTES: I am NOT fluent in Japanese, so while translating this I heavily relied on other translators and dictionaries. Also, I’m assuming this story is all actually spoken in Korean since all of the characters have Korean names and they’re most likely on an island near Korea. For translating the Korean names from Katakana, I used the Korean translation of the story made by ppuyoppu on Twitter.

Another thing to note is that they use RGGO Joongi’s sprite in half of the story, but it’s not him I promise LMAO

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July 2016, five months before Kiryu Kazuma begins searching for Haruto Sawamura’s father.

Han: “Welcome to the Jingweon Mafia.”

Han: “Over the past few months, you have overcome various trainings of our organization, and joined our ranks.”

Han: “This trip was to celebrate. I hope you enjoy it.”

Jingweon members: “WHAT!?”

Jingweon Rookie 1: “Look at this beach. There’s no one but us.”

Jingweon Rookie 2: “No wonder. This is a small island owned by the Jingweon, that means we can own the whole beach.”

Jingweon Rookie 1: “All right! Today we’re going to eat, drink, and have fun!”

Jeon: “Wait, are you sure?”

Jingweon Rookie 1: “Huh? What’s up?”

Jeon: “We’re in the mafia, aren’t we? Us as underlings shouldn’t be frolicking around infront of the boss!”

Jingweon Rookie 1: “What are you talking about? Boss said he was gonna have fun today too, didn’t he?”

Jeon: “Yeah, but—!”

(Han notices them and walks over)

Han: “They’re right.”

Jeon: “Boss!?”

Han: “It’s also a welcome party for all of you, I don’t mind if you guys have fun.”

Jeon: “I-Is that so? Well, if the boss says so…”

Han: “You’re the new member… If you don’t mind, why don’t you talk to me over there for a bit?”

Jeon: “Eh!? Understood!”

(They walk away)

Han: “Don’t be so nervous. I just want you to have a little chat with me, take it easy.”

Jeon “Y-yes sir…”

Han: “This is the second time I’m speaking with you. I believe the first time was when you came to say hello after entering the organization.”

Han: “By the way, how old are you?”

Jeon: “20 years old.”

Han: “My my, why at such a young age? You knocked on the door of the Jingweon, right?”

Jeon: “Y-yeah… I had no other places to go.”

Han: “What’s the matter?”

Jeon: “….Actually I was working at my father’s company until last year. It was the worst…”

Jeon: “No matter how hard I try, my father doesn’t appreciate me and he’s always nagging me.”

Jeon: “Then one day, I had enough. I got into a big fight with my father, so I left home.”

Jeon: “After leaving home, I stayed at my friend’s house for a while. But then I ran out of money…”

Jeon: “I heard from a friend that the mafia was the easiest way to make quick money.”

Jeon: “I had nowhere else to go… that’s why I joined the Jingweon.”

Jeon: “That said, my higher-ups always scold me, so I’m worried about wether I’ll be able to do well from now on.”

Han: “No need to worry…. Between you and me, I have the most expectations of you among the newcomers.”

Jeon: “Huh?”

Han: “I’ve already checked the details of your training and how you work within the organization.”

Han: “Your grades are astonishing compared to the other newcomers, keep up the good work.”

Jeon: “Oh! Thank you boss!!”

Han: “Huh, actually I’m sure you’ll be able to pass the ‘Final Exam’.”

Jeon: “Final Exam? What do you mean?”

Han: “Oh, that’s—“

(They hear yelling from the distance)

Jeon: “What was that?”

Han: “I heard it from the beach over there, let’s go check it out.”

(Cue bad sand walking sfx)

Jingweon Rookie 1: “TAKE THIS!”

Jingweon Rookie 2: “URRAAHHH”

Han: “What are you guys making a fuss about?”

Jingweon Rookie 1: “Ah, boss!?”

Jingweon Rookie 1: “F-Forgive us! We were trying to see who the strongest newcomer is out of all of us!…”

Jingweon Rookie 1: “And I got excited and decided to win!!”

Han: “What.”

Jeon: “You idiots! You guys are going too crazy! What are you doing infront of the boss!?”

Jeon: (This is crazy! I told them not to fight, but they did it anyway! Are they gonna die??)

Han: “No, it doesn’t matter. I was the one who told you to do whatever you please.”

Han: “If it’s just a fight, I can’t ignore it, but this is a competition between each other’s skills, isn’t it?”

Jeon: “Eh? Boss…!?”

Han: “If this trip serves as a meet-and-greet with you newcomers, then this fist-fighting is also apart of that exchange.”

Han: “There’s no need to hold back. Feel free to fight me.”

Jingweon Rookie 1: “Oh, I see! If the boss says so, then I’ll do my best! Let’s go!!”

(Joongi beats the everliving shit out of them)

Jingweon Rookie 1: “Guh… So strong… I can’t feel my teeth anymore…”

(Han starts clapping)

Jingweon Rookie 1: “?”

Han: “Amazing. I admire your spirit to rise up and face me even though you have fallen.”

Newcomers: “Huh…?”

Han: “…What are you guys doing? Applaud his fighting spirit like I did!”

Newcomers: “E-Eh!? Yes sir!”

(Newcomers all applaud the Jingweon Rookie)

Han: “Now that the fight is over, let’s shake hands.”

Jingweon Rookie 1: “T-Thank you so much Boss!!”

Han: (Hmm. Maybe a fight like this could be a good show at Stardust.)

Han: (A bloody battle where your favorite hosts beat each other up… perfect for ladies without enough stimulation.)

Jeon: “Good job, Boss.”

Han: “Uh-huh.”

Jeon: “It was amazing to see you beat them without taking a single hit!”

Han: “If it’s an attack like that, even you would be able to dodge it.”

Jeon: “Really!?”

Han: “Of course. As I said earlier, I have high expectations of you.”

Jeon: (Phew, I’ve always had a scary image of mafia bosses, but he seems to be different.)

Jeon: (They even talk to lowly people like me and treat them in a friendly manner!)

Jeon: (Besides, it’s strong and cool to to praise the opponent you beat like a sportsman..!)

Han: “Well then, I think it’s time to go back to the inn and take a rest.”

Jeon: “Ah, sorry Boss! But what was the ‘Final Exam’ you were talking about earlier?”

Han: “Is that so? Well, I was planning to tell everyone tonight, so I guess I’ll tell you first.”

Han: “You newcomers are about to join the Jingweon Mafia. You have overcome the training tests and joined the ranks of the organization.”

Han: “But actually, your exams aren’t over yet.”

Jeon: “Eh? What do you mean..?”

Han: “I brought you to this island not just to celebrate.”

Han: “The real reason I called you to this island… was for you to take the final exam of the Jingweon Mafia.”

Jeon: “Final exam…!? What are we supposed to do?”

Han: “The content of the exam is very simple.”

Han: “You newcomers will be asked…

to kill one of your friends this evening.”

Jeon: “What!?”

Jeon: “What do you mean boss!?”

Jeon: “I understand the real purpose of coming to this island is to take the final exam but…”

Jeon: “Why do I have to kill another person on this island for the exam!?”

Han: “It’s a test of resolve.”

Jeon: “Resolve..?”

Han: “Yes, the Jingweon mafia is a mafia, after all.”

Han: “There are some jobs that can’t be accomplished without killing people.”

Jeon: “Wait Boss. So half of the newcomers on the island… were they summoned to be killed?”

Han: “Yes. They were the ones who failed the exams before this trip, and I've called them in to be used for this final exam.”

Jeon: “That cant be…!”

Han: “….Please take this.”

Jeon: “What is this?”

Han: “It’s a fast-acting poison capsule. It’s tasteless and odorless, and if you put it in a drink, no one will notice it.”

Jeon: “After you return to the inn on the island, give one of your companions this capsule and you will pass your final exam.”

Jeon: “!”

Han: “Don’t worry. All the guest houses on the island are divided into two rooms.”

Han: “When you get back to your room, have a drink with them, and sneak the capsule into their sake.”

Han: “You can do it quietly without making a fuss.”

Jeon: “But, I’d be killing someone…!”

Han: “I understand your fear.”

Han: “But you just have to give the capsule to your friends… that’s all you need to do.”

Han: “Then the rest will fall asleep and breathe their last. There is no need to worry about your conscience.”

Jeon: “….”

Han: “But what you do in the end is up to you. Come to the beach again at 9:00 tonight.”

Han: “I will explain everything to the other newcomers aswell.”

Jeon: “Yes, I understand..”

Han: “You can do it. So what are you waiting for?”

Jeon: (To kill someone in the final exam…!)

Jeon: (He said he will explain it to the others on the beach tonight, I wonder if the other guys will take the test…?)

(Timeskip to 9:00 PM, everyone arrives at the beach)

Jingweon Rookie 1: “What’s the point of calling half the newcomers to the beach on a night like this?”

Jingweon Rookie 2: lI think the boss wants to talk to us about something… Hey, Jeon? You know about anything?”

Jeon: “C’mon…”

Han: “It looks like everybody is here. I will begin explaining the final exam.”

Newcomers: “?”

(Han explains the final exam to them)

Han: “…This concludes the explanation of the final exam. Anyone have questions?”

Newcomers: “……….”

Jeon: (Everyone is at a loss for words...of course. Anyone would be perplexed if suddenly told to kill someone.)

?: “Is this a joke!?”

Jeon: “!”

Jingweon Rookie 3: “Boss, I would never do a test like this!!”

Jingweon Rookie 3: “I joined this organization because I heard it was a quick way to make money! I don’t want to kill people!!”

Han: “So you’re refusing the exam?”

Jingweon Rookie 3: “Yeah! I'm not staying with a bunch of murderers! I'm going home!”

Han: “I don't mind if you refuse to take the exam, but I don't want you to take liberties with me.”

Jingweon Rookie 3: “Huh? Then what are you gonna do!?”

Han: “Let me end you here.”

Jingweon Rookie 3: “W-What!?”

Han: “After you refuse an exam, you are no longer in the Jingweon.”

Han: “Besides, it would be a problem to send you back knowing what’s happening on this island.”

Jingweon Rookie 3: “Isn’t that great! Then I'll tell you how to get off this island even if you beat me!!!!”

(Han beats him)

Jingweon Rookie 3: “G-Guh!…”

Han: “It’s the end for you.”

(Han punches him one more time)

Jingweon Rookie 3: “…………..”

Han: “…The nuisance has now been eliminated. Now, gentlemen, does anyone else object?”

Han: “I don't think so. Now, when everyone goes back to their rooms, the exam begins.”

Han: “The time limit is midnight. I will have my roommate take the capsule by then.”

Han: “I will visit each room when the time is up. Next, I check the results.”

Jeon: (The test will start when I go back to my room, huh?)

Jeon: (The person in my room is Hwan, a fellow newcomer... Do I have to kill him now?)

Jeon: (But if I don't do it, I might get killed like the guy from earlier... Kuh!)

(Jeon goes to his room)

Hwan: “Hey, you’re back. So what happened?”

Jeon: “O-Oh… It’s not a big deal.”

Hwan: “Oh, really? Never mind. I've got some drinks. Why don't you join me?”

Jeon: “O-Oh, sure..”

Hwan: “What's the matter with you, man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Jeon: “No… I’m fine.”

Jeon: (Kuh… It’s almost midnight…)

Jeon: (I have to poison him in time, but I still can’t do it!)

Jeon: (At this rate, I will fail the exam… What should I do…?)

(Screen fades to black, flashback)

Han: “Just between you and me, I have the most expectations of you among the newcomers. Keep up the good work.”

Jeon: (Unlike my father, he has high expectations of me... So I am living up to his expectations.)

Jeon: (I’ll do it… I’ll do it….!!)

(He puts the poison in the drink)

Jeon: (Alright, the poison got mixed with the alcohol, after that…)

Jeon: “Hey, how good is this sake? Give it a try.”

Hwan: “Oh, really? Then let's have some.”

Hwan: “Cheers to our bright future!~♪”

Jeon: “Ah, cheers…”

(He drinks the alcohol)

Hwan: “Hmm? Huh? My eyelids suddenly feel heavy…”

Hwan: “Uhhh….”

(He passes out)

Jeon: (He’s not breathing…. He’s dead!!!)

Jeon: (I did it...! I… I really killed someone!!)

(Someone knocks on the door)

Han: “Good job.”

Jeon: “B-Boss…!”

Han: “It’s exactly midnight. Looks like you passed the test.”

Han’s Entourage: “Boss. The fallen newcomer is definitely dead.”

Han: “All right. Take the corpse out of the room.”

Han’s Entourage: “Yes sir.”

Jeon: “Boss…! My hands haven't stopped shaking, and I...”

Han: “It's okay… It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong.”

Han: “Worked as per my instructions. Excellent. You have completed the final exam.”

Han: “Instead, be proud of yourself.”

Jeon: “B-But..!”

Han: “You’ve lived up to my expectations. Your determination to kill people for the sake of the organization seems genuine.”

Han: “You just keep doing what I tell you to do and you'll be fine. Understood?”

Jeon: “Y-Yes…”

Han: “Very well. Then you should take rest now. Let's talk again tomorrow.”

(Han leaves)

Jeon: (.......That’s right. I’ve done nothing wrong.)

Jeon: (And I passed! This is something to be proud of!)

Jeon: (Yes, just do what the boss says and you should be fine ......!)

Jeon: (Just do what the boss says…

Just do what the boss says...!)

(Timeskip to morning)

(Someone knocks at the door)

Han: “Good morning.”

Jeon: “G-Good morning, boss!”

Han: “I know you had a hard time last night. I knew you could do it.”

Jeon: “Thank you, sir..!”

Jeon: (I don't know why I couldn't sleep since yesterday because I felt guilty for killing someone...)

Jeon: (The moment the boss praised me, I somehow felt the fog in my mind lifted.)

Jeon: (And now I’m proud to be in the Jingweon Mafia with the boss...)

Jeon: “So, boss, what can I do for you?”

Han: “About the final exam yesterday… Actually, it isn’t finished yet.”

Jeon: “Huh!?”

Han: “Don’t worry. Next time is really the last time.”

Han: “I believe that you’ll be able to pass the next exam. I have high hopes for you.”

(Timeskip)

Jeon: (…Is it about time?)

Jeon: (The boss said that there will be a final exam tonight at 9:00 on the beach.)

Jeon: (If I don’t fail, I’ll be able to join the Jingweon.)

Jeon: (I don't know what kind of test it is, but I've already killed one person. I can't turn back now.)

Jeon: (If this happens, I'll do whatever it takes to pass the final exam and join the organization!)

Jeon: (And I…. can get the approval of the boss!!)

(He goes to the beach)

Jeon: “Boss..!”

Han: “Hey, you came on time.”

Han: “You’re about to take the final exam of the Jingweon Mafia. Are you ready?”

Jeon: “Yes, I’m prepared.”

Han: “Very well, let's begin.”

Jeon: “Are those… bottles?”

Han: “The final test will be done using these two vials. The test is quite simple.”

Han: “One bottle contains plain water and the other contains a deadly poison.”

Jeon: “!”

Han: “If you've shown me that you're "ready to kill for the organization," now I want you to show me that you're "ready to die for the organization."

Han: “If you show me your determination, I will welcome you as a member of the Jingweon Mafia this time.”

Jeon: “…Wait. Does that mean if I drink the poison, then I’ll die!?”

Han: “That's right. But it won't be just a death, your name will forever be remembered by the Jingweon.”

Jeon: “W-What do you mean…?”

Han: “First of all, Joon-gi Han is not my real name.”

Han: “It's not just my name. Those who have died honorably in the organization in the past are supposed to carry on their names in this way.”

Han: “Even if you drink poison here and die, your name will forever be remembered in the organization after you died an honorable death.”

Han: “…By the successors of the Jingweon Mafia.”

Jeon: “I didn't know there was such a secret in the boss's name.”

Han: “Now, take whichever bottle and drink whichever you prefer. It will decide everything.”

Han: “Will you meet a spectacular end that will leave it’s mark on the Jingweon, or will you move on to a new future as a member of the organization...?”

Jeon: “I-I understand…”

Jeon: (If I overcome this, I’ll be recognized as a member this time!)

Jeon: (If I get scared here, I'll get killed like that guy yesterday! Then I'll never get out of here!)

Han: “Come on, show me your resolve.”

Jeon: (They're both just water! I'm gonna end this quickly......!!!)

Jeon: “Kuh!”

Han: “What’s the matter? Drink.”

Jeon: “Kuhhh…..”

Jeon: “…I’m sorry boss, I can’t do it.”

Han: “What?”

Jeon: “I’m sorry! Knowing that I could die from drinking this is making my hands shake!”

Jeon: “I’m really…. I’m really sorry boss.”

Han: “…I’m so sorry. I had high hopes for you.”

Han: “But you’re a talented person who passed the exam yesterday.”

Han: “So let me give you one last chance.”

Han: “You’re gonna have to fight me.  You're going to hit me with the spirit of wanting to stay alive."

Han: “Does that ultimately make you the right person for the organization? This fight will tell.”

Jeon: “! …So I need to beat you up?”

Jeon: (On the first day of the trip, the strongest among the newcomers couldn’t even scratch the boss.)

Jeon: (I know I can’t beat him.)

Jeon: (But I want to win here and be recognized by the boss! To that end, I will win here at any cost!!)

Jeon: “Let’s go, boss!! Please see my full power!”

(They fight)

Jeon: “Uguhh…!”

Jeon: (Haa… Haa…. No good! I can’t beat him after all!)

Jeon: (I couldn’t even drink the poison, so I’m done here too.)

(Han starts clapping)

Han: “Congrats. You passed the final exam.”

Jeon: “Eh!? What do you mean!? I thought I had to beat you to pass the test…?”

Han: “Huh. I never said anything like that.”

Han: “I said, ‘I'll see if you're worthy of the organization in this battle.’”

Jeon: “Then, how did I pass the exam..?”

Han: “Look at my right cheek. You got a scratch with your fist, right?”

Han: “It's okay to only scratch the surface, even if it's just a graze, and people aren’t like that in the Jingweon.”

Han: “It’s true that you refused to take the poison in your final exam. It can be said that you weren’t ‘prepared to die for the organization.’”

Han: “But now I wanted to see your "tenacity to live" this time.”

Jeon: “Tenacity to live..?”

Han: “Yes. I believe that a person with that tenacity will be an excellent asset to the organization.”

Han: “That's why, in this battle, I was allowed to test your ‘tenacity to live.’”

Han: “And you showed your tenacity and scratched me beautifully. That tenacity was near perfect.”

Han: “Congratulations, Jeon. Your name is Hare now. He was a member of the Jingweon.”

Jeon: “Boss…”

Han: “As soon as this trip is over, I want you to come to Japan with me.”

Han: “I am now the owner of a host club called Stardust in Kamurocho.”

Han: “I want to entrust you with the post of manager there.”

Jeon: “Make me the manager?”

Han: “Yes, it's an important job as my right-hand man.”

Han: “I have determined that you are the right person for the post in this examination. Will you accept?”

Jeon: “….”

Han: “What’s wrong?”

Jeon: “Thank you for giving me such a wonderful post. It's a great honor, Boss.”

Jeon: “I know you have high expectations of me.”

Jeon: “However, I don’t deserve to be entrusted with such a powerful post.”

Jeon: “So I want to be the kind of person my boss wants me to be... I want to be the kind of person he expects me to be...”

Jeon: “That's why I have to stay the way I am! That's why...!”

Jeon: “G-Guh…. Guhhh….”

Han: “Did you drink the bottle I gave you earlier!?”

Jeon: “Yes... I thought that if I didn't drink this, I wouldn't be able to become the true subordinate that the boss wanted.”

Han: “…So, are there any changes in your body?”

Jeon: “No, not at all. I drank the water instead of the poison.”

Han: “Excellent. Now you’re the real deal, you’re a member of the Jingwon Mafia.”

Han: “I have high hopes for you, Jeon.”

Jeon: “Haa!”

(Timeskip, still on the beach)

Han: “……”

Hwan: “Boss. Jeon returned to his room.”

Hwan: “I will tell those who are pretending to be dead to hide in the basement until tomorrow morning when they leave the island.”

Han: “Yeah. If Jeon finds out, that’ll ruin our plan.”

Han: “You had a hard time too, Hwan. Was it hard to pretend to be poisoned?”

Hwan: “Yes. I had temporary asphyxiation from the capsule. I’m fine now, but…”

Hwan: “...This time, the trip wasn’t only to test the newcomers, but to test Jeon specifically.”

Hwan: “You used many members of the team to give various instructions.”

Hwan: “On the first day, you tell all the newcomers, except Jeon, to go make a fool of themselves on the beach...”

Hwan: “When you gathered the new recruits to explain the final exam, you instructed them to discuss in advance and even pretended to kill one of them.”

Hwan: “What was the intention?”

Han: “I instructed them to fool around. To relieve the tension.”

Han: “If the people around you feel like they’re on a summer vacation, you'll be less nervous and it'll be easier to take advantage of them.”

Han: “And the reason I killed someone at the briefing was to make them think that they could not get out of the exam.”

Han: “If you kill someone as an example infront of everyone, they’ll be forced to take it seriously, right?”

Hwan: “I see… But why are you so particular about that newcomer?”

Hwan: “Not only that, but to trust him as the manager of Stardust…”

Hwan: “There must have been many other candidates for manager... what were you thinking when you planned this trip?”

Han: “Oh, yeah, I haven’t explained it yet.”

Han: “Well, it's getting late, but let me explain why I planned this trip.”

Han: “Have you ever heard of the name Seoul New Drug Company?”

Hwan: “N-No…”

Han: “It is one of the pharmaceutical companies in downtown Korea. Jeon is actually the only son of the president of that company.”

Hwan: “Eh!? That guy is…!?”

Han: “Yes. Moreover, according to my research, that pharmaceutical company is likely to develop new drugs soon and generate explosive profits.”

Han: “By chance while researching, Jeon decided to knock on the door of the Jingweon.”

Han: “If it turns out that the son of the president of a major pharmaceutical company is connected to the mafia, the image of the company will be ruined.”

Han: “Threatening them with that would make the pharmaceutical company one of the main sources of funding for the Jingweon Mafia.”

Han: “That's why I came up with this trip to keep Jeon from escaping from the Jingweon.”

Hwan: “To keep him from getting out?”

Han: “Oh. It seems that he didn’t want anyone to recognize him.”

Han: “That’s why on this trip, I gave him a trial in the form of a final exam.”

Han: “And by overcoming it, I satisfied his desire to be appreciated.”

Hwan: “But what if Jeon: refused to kill his comrade on the first day of the exam?”

Hwan: “And even the bottle from earlier. What if he had chosen to drink it…?”

Han: “It doesn’t matter what he chooses.”

Hwan: “Eh?”

Han: “If he were to refuse to kill his fellow members, I would’ve said: ‘Taking the lives of your compatriots is unforgivable in the Jingweon Mafia. You’ve passed the test.’”

Han: “Same with the poison vial. Both of those bottles contained nothing but plain water.”

Han: “If he were to drink the vial, I would’ve said, ‘I've seen your resolve to give up your life!’”

Hwan: “Does that mean he passed the exam no matter what he chose?”

Han: “Yes. All to satisfy his desires and make him submit to me to his core.”

Han: “The reason I gave him the post of manager of Stardust was to arouse his sense of mission and increase his obedience to me.”

Han: “With this, he will not leave the Jingweon Mafia.”

Han: “At a time when his father's company has made huge profits, it could be one of the main sources of funding for the organization.”

Hwan: (As expected of a boss. This guy knows how to charm not only women, but also men.)

Hwan: (His charisma is unfathomable!)

Han: “Well, let's go back to Kamurocho tomorrow.”

Han: “Let's begin the rebuilding of the Jingweon Mafia.”

END

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA translating this was a nightmare but also so fun, and finding out that everyone in the Jingweon has a codename after a dead member??? But what makes the Joongi’s special then? Was the original one that high ranking? I NEED TO KNOWWWW

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[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Ah, thanks for the compliment author! ☺️ But I could never be as good of a writer like you! Besides, I really enjoyed that Irene and Seulgi piece, especially with the multiple endings!

Anyways, here’s another prompt for another headcanon, but this time for a Royal AU with Kwon Eunbi. Hope you enjoy! And please and thank you in advance!

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Queen Eunbi? It seemed like just a few days ago she was Princess Eunbi, some low-ranking member in the Royal Court.

Well, at least she was, before she decided to stage a coup, violently disposing of the Royal Court, the loyalists to the monarchy, and the Royal Family.

Your family.

But she didn’t manage to execute you, the last legitimate heir to the throne.

She’s managed to pull the rug out from under you. Your family, your friends, everything that you’ve known gone in an instant, your life upended overnight.

An empire at your feet and you’ve lost it all.

And now she’s searching for you. Reports from your last remaining loyal servants have suggested that she’s not looking to kill you if it meant risking making you a martyr and causing the people to rebel against her. No, she’s looking to either force you into marriage to legitimize her consolidated power. Or, if you don’t comply, she’ll turn you into her political prisoner.

Maybe living in a palace has made you soft. Harsh words? Perhaps. But be honest, do you think you deserved it? If you had been a little more vigilant, maybe you would still have a family and a throne.

So, what’re you going to do about it, your Imperial Majesty? How will you make your mark on this wretched world? Will you go along with Eunbi’s plan? Or will you take back what is yours by force?

Careful. Whatever you do will have a ripple effect for years to come. So choose wisely.

Kwon Eunbi headcanon - Royal AU! - Royal! Reader trying to take back the empire from Queen!Eunbi

Requests are open

Hello again! I'm really thinking that you're a human storage of greats prompts for headcanons. And the Au details give that spicy flavor, because in this way I could try new things. Also, thank you again for your kinds words, I hope the result satisfy you.

Royal!Eunbi X Royal!GN!Reader

The plan

The world how you knew it was now gone

One night was enough to transgorm you from claimant to the throne to a fugitive

A lump in your throat while you think to all people you lost few days ago:

Your family, your friends, whoever was on your side

You have seen death them by the hands of Eunbi

A a person whose existence you sometimes forgot

But from now you will never forget about her, nor you will forgive her

It could be the last thing you will do, but you will have your revenge

But you can't beat an entire empire alone

Luckily you are not alone, because you have still few friends you can rely on

Humble but loyal people

You knew them since your childhood and even now even now that so many years have passed, you can still count on them

You never stopped writing letters to them and sending castle resources when they need it

So, when that night you managed to escape from the castle and you knocked on their door, they didn't hesitate to let you enter

Now you are still there and they are all with you: Yena, Yuri and Chaeyeon

You could have been too soft maybe in these years, but you are always been the best in making strategies.

So after spending an entire night making a plan, the next day you were ready for action.

To the castle

The first part of the plan was the easiest: enter the walls

In fact Chaeyeon everyday deliver straw for the animals of the castle, so the guards should let her enter with her cart

A cart where you and the other two were hidden

At the big front door the guards searched the cart, but they had found nothing because you were hidden under the double bottom

So Chae left you in the yard and went away, done with her part of the plan

Now that you three were in, the second part could start

Chaos

To sneak towards Eunbi position you needed a distraction

And the best one to make a fuss is for sure Yena

Like, she's not a bad girl, but she's really innocently chaotic, if it makes sense

So while you and Yeri were hidden in the first storage space you found, Yena started running, screaming, singing and other 100 noisy activities that attracted almost all the royal guards to her

Honestly it was fun watching that little bean escaping with no difficulty from a mob of men armed and twice her height

But you can't waste precious time, you needed to take advantage of the distraction

Her

You and Yuri left Yena on her mission, confident of the fact that she would have managed to escape

You two ran in castle with agility, thanks to your knowledge of the castle and of the laws

In fact you remember clearly that only someone with blue blood can love in the royal rooms

Or someone married with someone with blue blood

Thus Eunbi should have been in old, low-ranking member of the Royal Court room, even though she has the power now

That's the reason she's searching for you in all the realm

But you were far few minutes to her

At the beginning of hallway of the Royal Court member you separated with Yuri

She stood there as a lookout

Before parting you gave her your trusty sword, because she needed to defense herself

After all you didn't need it, you had with you the dagger that your grandfather gave to you the day you became an adult

You and Yeri hugged tightly, you knew that you can count on her, but can't help to worry for her

Just watching in her eyes remembered you the feelings that you had for her since you were a child

But now there was no time for that

That was the time for your vengeance

So you started walking slowly towards Eunbi room, the last on the right

Silently you turned the knob and walked in

She was there, sat with her back turned

She was brushing her hair, unaware of your presence...

...or at least that was what you thought

"Well, look what the cat dragged in. My favorite claimant to the throne" she said looking at you through a mirror in his hand

The thing surprised you, but not too much because the situation was still the same: you two were alone and you were armed and her not.

"Yah, Kwon Eunbi, how dare you speak to me when you still have the blood of my family on your hands?" You loudly shout to her

"Don't worry, Y/N, I washed my hands, I'm a clean person, you know? So, So... what brings you to my "humble" establishment? You finally decided to turn yourself in?" She said looking directly at you this time

You laughed impressed by her boldness, "You would like. No, you filthy traitor, I'm here to end you here and take back what's mine".

With saidyou closed the distance that separated you and now the blade of you dagger was on her neck. "Do you have any final words?", you asked her, ready to do what was needed.

"Oh, actually yes: don’t you ever get tired of failing?", she didn't have the time to finish her question that from behind you someone entered in the room.

It were Yuri and Yena, both with their hands tied and with a sword pointed at them. Behind them, wielding the sword, a royal guard and... Chaeyeon?

"Chae, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" you asked her baffled. "Shut up, Y/N! You know nothing", she answered with sad but angry eyes.

While you were distracted talking to your former friend, Eunbi took the opportunity to steal your weapon.

"Thank you for the gift, Y/N! However I know something instead: in fact this smart girl yesterday night contacted me through one of my spies and informed me about your silly plan". Said Eunbi, this it was her placing the blade of the dagger on you neck.

But at that point that was something secondary. "But why? I thought we were friends, Chae!", you asked, in the verge of cry.

"That's what YOU thought! You always put me in the last place, Y/N. Since we were child. Yena was your bestfriend, Yuri was your crush, and I? I was the other one, I was useful only to not be in an odd number. I always thought that it was a child thing, you were immature, but you are still the same. Yesterday when you came to our house I was the last one you said hi. That's why!, she ended her discourse, shouting at this point.

"Yes, very sad. However", Eunbi at this point has got your back against the wall, "time to finish this drama! Here's the deal: guard, take these two rascals and put them in prison for a few days, then throw them out", she said looking at the guard.

Now she was looking at you with a strange glare. "And as far for you, now that you're here you will marry me so my power will be officially recognized by the laws. Lucky me, you are stupid, but you are hot!".

She kissed you with passion, to claim her property. On the other hand you didn't resist, probably heartbroken over too many betrayals in so little time.

Your plan failed. Now a future as the partner of the usurper was waiting for you. Is that the end of your story?

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[cherrynika]

I handed in my DG assignment (question 1, prove that the tangent bundle of a smooth manifold is always orientable... and that was like the easiest question) and now have three weeks of tensor bundles and riemannian metrics to catch up on. Before I get started preparing for the tutorial on Anal 1 (analysis 1 to the un-enlightened) that I have to teach tomorrow, I decided to read the Logan Sargeant article in GQ. It smelled incredibly fishy... like a product placement. The product is Logan himself.

So, I am going to write another version of it that gets straight to the point.

original article is accompanied by sexy photos

so if you think that logan is sexy you may enjoy them.

Below the cut. Meet Logan Sargeant, America's Great F1 Hope

translation : Meet Logan Sargeant, America's Great White Hope

Logan Sargeant is a 22-year-old American male. He has blonde hair, light eyes, a square jaw, and the sort of glinting crooked grin that will prove a threat to safe-feeling boyfriends on the several continents where F1 runs. translation: He's WHITE. Please think that he is hot.

While sitting in the living room of Mario Andretti last spring, I asked him about the prospect of a full-time American F1 driver in the near future, and he responded with a story that has stuck with me. About a decade ago, he said, he visited the Red Bull factory in England, and asked Red Bull team boss Christian Horner about some young American prospects: “And the rebuke I got was unbelievable,” Mario told me. “He said, ‘You know if you bring an American driver here, we’ll destroy him.’”

translation: He's disadvantaged by the mean Europeans for being Americans. Please support this smol bean.

But could an American driver overcome the biases by committing to their system and winning on their soil? When Logan left Florida for Europe after elementary school, he made that commitment all the way—and hasn’t really been back to the US to race since.

translation: look at the sacrifices he made by leaving the land of no human rights to go and stay in switzerland

Sargeant doesn’t fit neatly into any of those categories, but his uncle is a billionaire, and his ascent to the summit of international racing did begin with a rich-kid Christmas present. Neither parent ever raced cars, but Dad decided to get the boys go-karts one Christmas because Mom didn’t like the dirt bikes they were riding. “It was honestly just about finding a new thing to have fun with,” Logan said. Five-year-old Logan and eight-year-old Dalton started taking their go-karts out to the track at Homestead and Opa Locka, just a weekend thing at first. But they got hooked. And each steadily overtook the competition in Florida and the Southeast. Win after win. “And so it was: OK, now what do we do to make it harder?”

translation: This is a rich person sport, which you are aware of. Logan is rich, we can't hide it because his family is in the billionaire class and has deep involvement in the murky politics of the America including bribery and uh, other stuff, that we will discuss. But um his family was not THAT rich. You can still feel good about rooting for him! He's not just an American Stroll/Latifi or good FORBID an American Mazepin

Logan finished up fifth grade in Florida while the family made their move to Switzerland. In addition to the racing opportunities, Dad had business there. (Dad’s company, it should be acknowledged, was taken to court a few years ago by the US Government for bribing officials in three South American countries to secure asphalt contracts. The company pleaded guilty and agreed to pay over $16 million in fines.) In Europe, Logan quickly began ascending through the ranks, traveling throughout mostly Italy to karting races on weekends. “I definitely felt like school was a lot more challenging than in Florida,” he recalled. “And we were missing a lot of school, for sure, but that’s part of it with racing. It is what it is.”

translation: ok. Yes, we admit it, the Sargeants are wealthy. And his father's company has been bribing government officials in South America and are doing such a large volume of business that they paid 16 million in fines. But let's just skip over that part. It's not really that important. The important part is that this young man who was financed by dirty money is just SUCH a young man and deserves your attention. Look, he missed school to race, look at his passion!

“We’ve been searching—in a little bit of a ditch trying to find out what we can do,” Logan told RACER in February 2021. “Try and find something in sports cars or I’d even consider Indy Lights [the support series of IndyCar]—that’s a really cool option.” Here he was, just two years ago, mapping out his retreat from formula racing in Europe with the press. Openly musing about his prospects in the lower ranks of American racing. The article that featured those quotes put an even finer point on things: “Logan Sargeant will not step up to Formula 2 this season and is unlikely to remain on the FIA path to Formula 1.”

translation: He almost missed the chance to be in F1.

But maybe that encounter with Pitt last year was even more meaningful to Sargeant than he even realized. Maybe those side knuckles were a blessing of sorts, an off-loading of expectation, a transference. Maybe it was Pitt communicating to Sargeant that he needn’t carry the weight of the sport in America alone, because he, Brad Pitt, would help do it instead. At least for a little while. Hollywood could take the spotlight while Logan Sargeant found his feet, clocked his hours in his race car, and proved himself to be the glorious mid-pack F1 driver we all know he can be.

translation: He's carrying all of America's hopes and dreamz

[hestiacrow]

Commission Example: DnD Backstory 1!

Everyone loves a good backstory when it comes to DnD right? Then let's get this going with the history of Rudzbar, a Goliath Warlock/Blood Hunter under the patronage of Fiend Sarvella!

Rudzbar never knew his parents. His earliest memories are littered with him fighting for survival as he grew up on the streets of Darkstrand City, the largest city in Northern Oskaria. On his 9th birthday he attempted to steal food from part of a criminal gang network known as the Thunder Brotherhood (the most powerful and difficult to catch in Oskaria) and very nearly got away, but they caught him during his escape. Instead of killing him, like he expected, their leader, Bane Blackwood, was impressed by the young Goliath’s ability to slip into places without being seen, despite his size. As the Thunder Brotherhood was known for being untraceable, Rudzbar’s stealth would be invaluable to future operations, so he was offered a place as a member of the gang. Despite not having a choice unless he wanted to be killed, Rudzbar found his new home in the Brotherhood to be far more comforting than he expected, and he managed to befriend another recruit who was also caught by the gang, a tiefling by the name of Tanaranth the same age as him.

As Rudzbar grew up, his size and strength grew with him, allowing him to rise through the ranks much faster than anyone else, and by the time he was 12, he was already a trained bodyguard for some of the major faces of the gang, Bane Blackwood included. Even at such a young age, he was very tall for a Goliath, making almost anyone who saw him and didn’t know him automatically run. The Thunder Brotherhood was his home up until the age of 14. The king’s closest advisor at the time, a man by the name of Lord Perphine, became the Brotherhood’s newest target, however Rudzbar knew that Perphine had never done any harm, at least not of his own will, and had only ever helped people who had been struggling. The Brotherhood saw this as a weakness they could exploit to weaken the monarchy, but Perphine’s influence had helped both Rudzbar and Tanaranth in the past. As a result, both boys decided that the mission should not go ahead.

The two friends plotted together to sabotage the mission, altering the mission’s map to show the most heavily guarded entrances as the easiest to infiltrate through, and even going as far as to loosen the ropes on one of the captured guards and allowing him to attack one of the other members. This led to a nasty fight breaking out, with Rudzbar and Tanaranth caught in the middle of the two sides. The Brotherhood saw them as traitors, which Perphine’s guards saw them as threats. Only Perphine himself saw what they had done and understood why. During the fight, Bane Blackwood himself slashed Rudzbar across his right eye, partially blinding him and leaving him struggling to fight back, but Tanaranth intervened. He tackled Bane, wrestling him away from Rudzbar, but was stabbed by Bane with the same knife that took Rudzbar’s eye. Bane then fled, and Tanaranth was attacked by one of Perphine’s guards. Due to his wound, Tanaranth struggled to fight back, and was ultimately killed by the guards.

Before he died, however, Tanaranth managed to say one last thing to Rudzbar. He begged his friend to escape from the Brotherhood and keep living a better life, one he knew he couldn’t have, for the sake of both of them. Rudzbar, though shaken, deeply wounded, and grieving for the only friend he truly had, managed to guide Perphine out of the building and to a safe location, before fleeing Darkstrand immediately, thus abandoning his life in the Thunder Brotherhood and setting out on his own.

Despite this being the first time Rudzbar had left the city, he survived on his own a lot better than he had expected. He found the wild to be far more forgiving than the cluttered city alleys he had been forced to take shelter in as a child, as there were fewer people and defending himself from animals was far easier than fighting off a gang of vicious and desperate halflings. After a couple of years of wandering, Rudzbar was caught in a thunderstorm without shelter, and found himself stumbling into a small village church, exhausted and hungry. The acolytes there took him in and gave him a place to rest for the night, and he explained to them that he had been wandering ever since he left Darkstrand City. He did not tell them about his connection to the Thunder Brotherhood, only stating that he had fled for his life because of the high crime rate.

The next morning, Rudzbar was brought into the lower sanctum of the church, where the acolytes had built a shrine of their demon goddess, Sarvella, Goddess of Dusk. They wanted to see if she accepted Rudzbar into her home, which she did. She even went as far as to speak with Rudzbar, and despite her demonic nature, she was kinder than anyone he had ever met. Sarvella was able to see into Rudzbar’s memories and saw everything he had gone through, including his time with the Brotherhood. Instead of telling the acolytes what she had seen, she offered Rudzbar her patronage, telling him her power would not allow him to ever be threatened or tricked in the same way again, and though reluctant, he agreed, becoming her first warlock.

Seeing he had been chosen by Sarvella, the acolytes promised to teach Rudzbar the ways of her church if he remained with them to guide them how she wanted, to which he agreed, and a few years later after some rigorous training in both his newfound magic and in Sarvella’s teachings, he took on the role of the leader of the church. This role automatically gave him a place on the village council, which he learned to be named Mythcairn. His connection with Sarvella allowed him to identify those who came seeking help from those who came with a darker ulterior motive. One such person was a frightened young Warforged named Witraph, who had fled from a doctor who used him for unethical experiments. Under Rudzbar’s guidance, he found a home in Mythcairn, becoming the town’s blacksmith thanks to his abilities with fire. With nobody else strong enough to defend Mythcairn in case of attack, Rudzbar and Witraph took up the position and swore to defend these new friends as best they could, and under their protection, Mythcairn has never been under threat.

#dnd stuff #dnd backstory #backstory #commissions #writing commissions

[electricprincess96]

I've completed the PokéDex (pictures of my certificate to follow once I'm back in my house with my Switch).

Ranking of characters since I've done mostly everything now I've even finished "post game".

Top Tier:

Arven aka the only character this game actually needed. Arven is great, his storyline is touching and directly relevant to the overall plot and I felt the friendship we built with Arven felt more real. His backstory is basically N and Lillie from Gen 5 and 7 (aka bad parents) but with this particular gen and characters twist I'll give Game Freak this it's one storyline they can actually consistently pull off. I didn't like how despite the plot being about him the game likes to sideline him as much as possible much to its detriment.

Larry. Purely because he's so relatable, he's the only Gym Leader I gave a shit about, someone let this man rest. Let him eat his food and chill with his normal types.

Mid Tier:

Penny. Honestly she's low LOW mid tier but I'm putting her here purely because I hate someone else more and I couldn't justify putting Penny in the same tier as them. Penny's story makes no sense, there's absolutely zero reason for us, a random new transfer student, to get involved with Team Star or Penny at all. The fact they apparently stick so closely to their rules that they'd be willing to disband and go back to the school where they were bullied relentlessly purely because one kid beat them in a Pokémon battle is dumb and quite frankly the whole plotline felt entirely pointless and unconnected to the rest of the game. Also Penny once she's down in the crater with the other characters has probably my least favourite line in the game when she complains about having a father that actually cares about her RIGHT AFTER ARVEN TOLD THEM HIS BACKSTORY OF NEGLECT AT THE HANDS OF HIS PARENT.

The Director. I'll admit he grew on me. I found him super creepy at first but he got better. At no point did I think he was great but I grew to not hate when he was on screen.

The rest of the Gym Leaders. They were there, they exist, I have little opinions one way or the other on them they just sort of exist and weren't particularly difficult to beat even though I deliberately did the intentional 8th gym as number 6 (I sequence broke this game so bad, like I managed to finish the game with Arven's last Titan purely because I knew he had the best plot and that it directly led into the final plot).

The Team Star bosses. Boring, forgetful, wished I could skip all their cutscenes after the first one honestly. Dark Type guy had the best design and backstory of the lot of them but the game forgets about them way too soon after that storyline ends.

The teachers. I didn't do the classroom shit because if I want to play a school simulator I'll play Persona. BUT the parts I've seen of them they were fine, I think I'd like most of them at the very least better than the characters I've ranked below.

The "Sarah hated having you on screen tier":

Nemona. She's bad. I hate the implication she's holding back throughout the game because she's already champion rank. That could have worked if her final battle was difficult but honestly she's one of the easiest rivals I've ever faced. I hated how she was still hyperfixating on Pokémon battles while Arven is basically going through family hell, I don't think she was relevant to the final plot at all and you could easily have cut her and Penny from that section and you wouldn't really notice the difference. I never felt like we were actually friends with Nemona, I felt like she just sort of decided we were going to be her pet project for that summer vacation and we didn't really get a say in it, all im saying is after Hop and Hau's genuine attempts at giving friendly rivals actual character development this was a major downgrade. Also every time Arven calls her annoying he's 100% correct. I have one more major issue with Nemona but that ties into the next character im going to talk about.

Geeta. AWFUL. Worst Champion. Firstly why the fuck does Nemona idolise her so much if Nemona herself is supposedly also a Champion rank trainer? They should at the very least view each other as equals in skill, I'd argue Nemona was better although neither are beating previous Champions for difficulty, Cynthia and Steven would wipe the floor with these two. But seriously why in the post game am I allowing Geeta to boss me around like she's so much better than me when I've wiped her whole team out with like 2 Pokémon twice now? Why is she still allowed to call herself a Champion when she's clearly been beat multiple times? It diminishes the rank. I don't feel special for becoming Champion now because apparently we all get to just be Champion. Also Geeta is just annoying, I don't like her at all, she feels controlling and unworthy of her station and plthe power she seems to hold in Paldea.

The "Sarah really doesn't have an opinion" tier:

The Elite Four. The game didn't care about them so why should I. Can't even re-battle them. Ground type member was hot, that's about it.

Now this is MY list, I am aware most of the fans of this game won't agree especially with my opinions on Nemona but frankly I don't care. I didn't particularly like this game, even removing the bugs I think there was some glaring design flaws that held the story and the characters back from being able to really shine. I personally felt the characters in SwSh and Arceus just felt more real, they were more likeable and a lot of them had actual character development which just feels missing in ScVi for me. So anyway if I've missed a character assume I either didn't like them or didn't care about them cause I've clearly not cared enough to remember them.

#pokémon scarlet and violet blogging #pokémon scarlet and violet discourse #pokémon scarlet and violet spoilers

[tuiyla]

Hey, Happy New Year!! I wish you had been on the Glee fandom back when the show was airing; you'd have encouraged me to try to see things differently with your metas instead of just dismissing every one-shot character or absurd plotline that never went anywhere. You certainly gave me a newfound appreciation for certain chunks of S3 and S4-S6 as a whole. And your fancy gifsets are *chef's kiss* too but I guess they could only exist in the 2020s so thank you (and all the other gifmakers) for being here and keeping the fandom alive with this new giffing style bc it must take so much time and effort to make them look so gorgeous.

So anyway could you please rank the Glee seasons? Based on whatever standard you'd like - personal preference/enjoyment, whether the year was a good one for your faves, the actual writing and whether the plotlines were well-executed, etc.

Hey Anon, Happy New Year to you too! This was such a kind message, thank you so much. To be honest I don't wish I was here then haha just because I know how intense it all was and I would have burned out so quick. And I think we need this distance from the show to be able to analyze it in such ways. But! I'll take the compliment of course and I'm very happy if my ramblings can bring about new perspectives and appreciation. That's more than I could ever ask for.

And thank you for the kind words about giffing, too! It's become my primary way of adding to this fandom recently and it's always nice to see it being appreciated. I still maintain that I only do it because I want to and it's fun, but feedback is nice of course.

On the topic of Glee seasons, well I have a feeling that'd be a different ranking every day so take this as a very fluid list. It's also a mushed-together one because I kinda wanna consider several aspects, my personal enjoyment as well as what we'd call "good writing" in a more, though not completely objective sense. I'm happy if I can encourage appreciation for seasons 4 to 6 if only because it really irks me when people pretend there's a clear-cut divide in quality, though on previous lists I've also ranked the first three first and the later seasons last. So with that in mind, strap in:

Season 2

This is the easiest to decide. Season 2 is that sweet spot, imo, where we still only have three writers and therefore a semblance of consistency but it feels like a larger world with more developed characters than season 1 did. There are issues, sure, and I could go on and on about major gaps in all Glee seasons. But season 2 feels the most like Glee, to me. There's infighting and an overall arc and fun one-off themes and tributes. The focus is still too Finchel heavy and the Wemma drama throughout is meh, but those are general problems in Glee. I feel like, more than any other season after it season two has a beginning, middle, and end, and some of Glee's strongest character arcs. Scratch that, in Kurt and Santana we get the two strongest arcs of the series. And the way Karofsky's story builds on and makes both of these better, chef's kiss. And the whole Glee club feels much more like the dysfunctional family they are and there's more of an effort to include every member. Basically it's my fave and imo, the best, for many reasons. We could get more in-depth with this one day.

After no.1 is where we start going "Idunno" but I'll try to establish a ranking.

2. Season 4

I'm not sure if placing season 4 second feels quite right but ranking the other seasons above it doesn't, either. Look, it's a very flawed season of television. There's a clear shift between the two halves. For the better, but still. Santana took way too long to go to NYC. The most fascinating dynamics happen in two lines of dialogue and then entirely off-screen. The Lima-NYC split was not thought through. But it's by far the season where I can tolerate and even like Finn the most. It's arguably Santana's best. It brought me the newbies, my beloveds. Amazing group numbers. The best the New Directions have ever been as a group. Good one-offs, some crimes against humanity, surprisingly few duds. Will fades more and more into the background, bar wedding drama. No clear direction or purpose but a vibe of ND becoming a new sort of family and the alumni struggling. Waaaay too many characters and the season is worse off because of that but, somehow, it still kinda works. It's a ride.

3. Season 1

Sigh, listen, season 1 is the big struggle for me. If I muster as much objectivity as I can, it's the best-written and generally well-put-together season. Even when the back nine changes direction a bit, it's still a much more cohesive unit than even season 2. It's a good season of television. It's also one I saw all the way back in 2010 and said "uhm, no thanks, that was fine but I don't need more Glee." It's missing that je ne sais quoi, imo, that makes Glee truly great. And maybe truly bad, too, but that's part of the show's appeal and I still find season 1 one of the least engaging whenever I watch it. And there are many reasons, from my infuriation with the disproportion of singing to Finchel shenanigans to Quinn's storyline, and, of course, the lack of Santana. I still rank it in the top 3 just because I can't overlook how strong it is from a purely, this is good TV perspective, but make no mistake it's far from being among my personal faves. Deffo not the one I wanna be rewatching the most. It's so good in some aspects but I know what else Glee can be and yeah, that's messy and makes my blood boil but at least it makes me feel so much more than the Finchel features and Finn-Will bonding moments of season 1. Based on this you might think I should rank it lower. Maybe I should. I think I'm just being so hard on it because I know it's considered to be the best by many and it's just, not that for me. I only put it in the top 3 begrudgingly.

4. Season 3

Season 3 is impossible to rank and I feel bad putting it above season 6 but I can't lie and say it didn't have good stuff. I'm actually really curious to find out what parts of it you appreciate more now because of me haha because I feel like I'm always so hard on season 3. Because it sucks. I hate s3A so much. It pisses me off like no other season. But damn, it has the good stuff too. Some of my favourite GCVs, for starters. Nationals, graduation. All the nostalgia and sting of that. The underdogs winning. The end of an era. So much more Santana. (Soundtrack-wise, anyway.) The Troubletones. What did it cost? Everything, but we got it. There's a clear arc, it just takes a million detours. The most controversial season for me, personally. I wish it never existed. I wish it was so much better. I'm a different person for having witnessed it. Everything wrong with Glee but maybe everything great with it, too. The new writers? Not a great idea. An inevitability. Season 3 is a dumpster fire and quintessential Glee, dare I say even the peak of it in some ways. It makes me wanna choose violence. We should move on.

5. Season 6

Sweetie I'm so sorry for ranking you so low, I'm usually a season 6 defender. It's been too long since I've seen it to confidently be able to say that it's good, though, and it just very much feels like the swan song it is. I'll be completely honest, it's also the lack of Santana for me. Sure, she gets her own arc on the side but I'm not a 100% happy with how they bid her farewell and any given episode of Glee is just way less appealing to me without her in it. But putting the Santana of it all aside, season 6 fully leans into the insanity of Glee in its final season. It's also a breath of fresh air, of postmodernity and a new generation and goodbyes that feel as authentic as they could be at this point. It's... like a post-finale. It's surprisingly real about the concept of the aftermath. A fascinating case study of the show's identity, its underdog obsession, what it means to deconstruct that. It's also just a bit boring, innit, compared to earlier shenanigans. But still, season 6 defender over here.

6. Season 5

I really didn't think I'd rank season 5 last, again, because I always used to and I actually appreciate it a lot more these days. But it's a case of not wanting any of the others to be last. Season 5 seemed like as good a sacrificial lamb as any. I think it's that, much more than season 4, it doesn't feel like one season, not even like one show. And it's understandable, of course, because production and the people behind it went through hell when Cory died. Looked at through the lens of grief, it's a fascinating season. And there are aspects I really like but aspects I despise, and unlike season 3's controversy I also find a lot of it just dull. Now, this might change when I eventually rewatch it but as it stands I just don't feel as strongly about wanting to defend season 5 and I do season 6. It's great when it's great but it's lukewarm so often. There are also way too many character assassinations happening and part of me will never forgive dropping the newbies like that. And all of me will always be mad about Santana's/Naya's treatment in season 5B.

#anon #asks that spark joy #glee asks #glee ranking #this was fun to think about i'd love to discuss more and hear others' opinions #there's more to say about every season but that literally would have been so long if i went into detail #based on your pointers #i wanna though maybe under another ask #glee seasons