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[loveandmurders]

Monsters love their wives II (Bo Sinclair x f!reader)

Hello everyone! This is the last part of this mini series about Bo being an idiot and hurting his wife even though he loves her. You can find the first part here.

Hope you'll enjoy <3

Warnings: ANGST, comfort (in a dark way I guess), violence (graphic), blood, murders, fear, strong words, very morally grey reader, toxic relationship, mentions of cheating and sexual activities, mentions of torture, suicide and death, threats of sequestration... But Bo loves you 🥺

Bo had tied up the girl on the chair and had glued her lips together because he didn’t want to hear her screams.

He just needed to take his anger out and she was perfect for that, especially after what she just did. He was beating her with violence and insulting her.

“Ya saw this, whore?” he told her as he showed her his wedding ring “Kissin’ a married man, ya bitch, and believin’ I'd want ya” he said as he punched her face one more time. Her cheeks and eyes were already starting to swollen as her nose and lips were bleeding. He was about to break her fingers one by one, when he heard the door being opened which made him pause. He really hoped it wasn’t you because he didn’t want you to see him covered in blood like that. You were already afraid of him, no need to add more to it.

He was very confused when he saw Vincent coming downstairs and he turned his back to the girl who tried to scream for help.

“Better be important, Vince. Can’t ya see ’m busy right now?” he asked Vincent who started to angrily sign:

"It’s about your wife. Important enough for you?"

“... Ya know she is.” Bo nodded, a little bit worried now.

"Well Y/N thinks you are cheating on her and soon going to kill her! I promise her you were going to kill that bitch in front of her, but you better think of something very fast or you are going to lose her forever."

“What?” Bo was completely taken aback. He felt his heart sinking inside his chest. “But I love her, none of this’ true” he whispered

"Well if you hadn’t fucking hurt her the last morning and if she hadn’t seen you kissing that slut, maybe things would be better right now, fucking idiot!"

“How? What was she doin’ here?” Bo wondered, not even caring about the way Vincent was talking to him.

"Don’t know, don’t care. Bring the girl for a public execution. Because of you, I won’t even be able to use her body for the House of Wax or anything. No need to upset Y/N even more. Good job, really." Vincent paused for a few moments. "Fuck, Bo, don’t tell me you’re cheating on your wife."

“O’course not!” Bo exclaimed as he turned around and gave another vengeful punch on the girl’s face.

She lost consciousness and he started to untie her. Vincent helped Bo bring her back to the house to show you she meant nothing to your husband. 

The eldest Sinclair brother was silent as he was trying to think on how he could fix the situation with you. He also was wondering what you were doing at his garage. He wasn’t naïve enough to think that you came to earn cuddles from him - even if he would have been more than happy to drop his work to show you how sorry he was. 

When you saw the two men in the house, you had to admit you were a little bit relieved to see that Bo’s hands were covered in the girl’s blood and that he didn’t seem like he was in the middle of fucking her when Vincent interrupted him. Bo let the girl fall on the ground without a care in the world and quickly walked to you to cup your face in one hand. You refused to look at him at first but he forced you. He needed to see your eyes and he looked for them before telling you:

“Ain’t cheatin’ on ya, wife”

You swallowed hard and you fought against the thought that he seemed sincere. You removed your face from his hand and looked away. But he grabbed your face once again, in a very gentle way.

“I mean it. Ain’t cheatin’ on ya.” he insisted

“Then why were you kissing that girl?” you asked, gesturing with your head toward the woman

“And what were ya doin’ at the garage?” he asked back and it made you frown.

“Bo” Lester rolled his eyes at his big brother and Vincent also groaned in disapproval at Bo’s question, saving you from answering. 

“Alright, alright” Bo grumbled as he let go of your face and knelt in front of you “She jumped on me, didn’t have time to stop her. Didn’t ya see me pushin’ her away? And once downstairs, I wasn’t… Ya can ask Vince, I was beatin’ her to death when he came. Ya can see the state of her face” he softly told you and you looked at the woman. Vincent roughly grabbed her by the hair to show you her face, and you had to admit she wasn’t looking too good. She groaned in pain as she was slowly getting back to reality.

“What do ya think, sis?” Lester asked you and you nibbled on your bottom lip. 

It was true that it didn’t seem that Bo was cheating on you with that girl in particular. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to kill you, and it didn’t mean you shouldn’t find a way out of Ambrose whenever you would be able to.

“Just kill her already. But not on my floor. I don’t want blood everywhere” you finally replied.

The boys relaxed a little, because you still seemed to consider this house as your home. Hence, it meant you weren’t going to leave. Bo kissed your forehead and you had to resist the urge to flinch away from him. He grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her out of the house. Lester and Jonesy stayed by your side as the twins quickly put her out of her misery. She was quite lucky you had been there or your husband would have tortured her for hours before killing her. 

“How feelin’?” Lester asked you and you simply shrugged

“Gonna grab that nap now” you replied and he nodded.

“Sounds like a plan, love” he agreed and he helped you to get up and followed you upstairs. He tucked you to bed and wished you to sleep well before closing the door behind him. Jonesy stayed with you and settled at your feet. You took comfort in her presence.

You did sleep a few hours, but you woke up covered in sweat, with the very clear thought that you needed to run away now. You didn’t remember the dream you had before waking up, but it was obviously a nightmare. You were feeling absolutely panicked. It woke up Jonesy who asked to get out of the room. So you got up, opened the door for her and then you frantically started to look for clothes in your wardrobe. You needed to find an outfit you would be comfortable in and you needed good shoes and…

You heard a very soft knock at the door and you froze, as Bo slowly opened it. He was about to ask you how you were doing and if you were hungry, when he saw you. Your hair was sticking to your forehead. You looked like a deer caught in headlights; you looked almost ill. He locked the door before coming closer to you. The gesture alone made you sick.

“Whatcha doin’?” he softly asked, his blue eyes piercing yours. 

“Just… looking for clothes… I need a shower. I’m not feeling too well” you replied, half the truth, aware he would instantly know if you were lying to him.

“Still thinkin’ ‘m cheatin’ on ya?” he asked as he took a step closer to you and your breath caught in your throat. You didn’t trust your voice so you simply shook your head. “But ya’re still afraid ’m gonna kill ya?” he asked again and you cursed yourself for having said that to Vincent and Lester. You should have been smarter.

“I just need a shower. Please let me unlock the door” you said because you were just unable to sincerely reply to this question. You grabbed an outfit, without even really looking at it and you tried to walk past him but he grabbed your wrist.

“I know I shouldn’t’ve hurt ya” he said as he brought you closer to him. He took the clothes you had in your hands and threw them on the bed. He took both of your hands in his. “I was worried my wife wanted to go. O’course, I shouldn’t’ve reacted that way. But even if ya’re afraid of me, for the moment, ya don’t want to go no more? Ya know your place’s in Ambrose, by my side, right? Ya know I want ya and only ya? Ya know I’ll never let ya go anyways?” he whispered to you with a gentle smile

“Is it a threat?” you asked as you tried to stay strong. He quickly shook his head

“Ah baby, it’s just a promise. We’re married, remember? Together 'till the end.” he mused as he stroked your nose with his.

“Yes, untill you kill me” you told him and he looked back at you, his head moving to the side. It was really saddening for him.

“What were ya doin’ at my garage earlier?” he asked but you didn’t answer “where ya trying to find a way out? Did ya think ya could find some help?” he asked and you looked away. He grabbed your face, a little less gently than earlier that day “Answer, Y/N” he sternly told you and you heard the danger just under the surface of his calm voice

“I wanted to find a way out, yes” you admitted and it made Bo groan in anger.

“And why that? Don’t ya know it’s your duty to stay by my side, as my wife?” he asked you as he pushed you against the nearest wall. You just wanted to cry again but you didn’t want to give him that kind of power over you.

“And you, isn’t it your duty to take care of me? To be good to me? As my husband?” you asked back “You hadn’t been nice to me in weeks. You even did this to me then” you continued as you moved a hand on your sore and bruised throat.

Bo stayed silent and his dark demeanour instantly disappeared. He tenderly stroked your cheek before bringing one of your hands to his lips to kiss.

“Don’t be afraid and don’t leave, and things will go back to normal” he promised

“I’m afraid, Bo” you replied

“It won’t happen again. I’ll do better. But don’t try to leave” he warned you

“Or what? You'll kill me?” you insisted, even though you knew you were playing with fire in this instant

“But love, why would I do that?” he asked as he pressed himself even more against you. You could feel his breath against your face “Don’t want to kill my wife. I want ya here, with me, forever” he whispered to you

“You can always ask Vince to turn me into a wax statue” you said and he let escape a humourless laugher

“A wax statue wouldn’t argue, talk and flirt with me, wouldn’t make love to me, wouldn’t tell me it loves me… Ya still love me, wife?” he asked as his lips were almost against yours but you turned your head to the side to prevent him from kissing you “Oh com’on, doll, ‘m missin’ ya so badly” he whined

“So what would you do if I left? You said…” you started but he cut you off

“Ya know that when ‘m angry, I say stuff I don’t mean. But I do mean that ya better don’t try to leave. I would indeed hunt ya down and bring ya back to Ambrose, where ya belong”

“And that’s all?” you asked, you needed to know what Bo had planned for you

“And I would tie ya up on that bed until ya would behave like a good girl. If I need to lock ya up inside the house to keep ya here, be certain it’s what I’ll do, without a second of hesitation. So do I need to tie ya up, love? Or will ya be a good girl to me?” he asked

You didn’t even need to think; you cupped his face with both your hands and you crashed your lips against his. You didn’t want to be tied up. You didn’t want to lose the small freedom you still had by badly reacting now. You were still afraid but you needed to be smart. Bo instantly replied to the kiss, so happy to finally be allowed to touch you that way. He was passionate, but also so gentle with you, as if he was afraid he could break you if he was too forceful. His hands were soon all over your body, enjoying to feel you. You were a drug to him, and not being able to touch you was quickly making him lose it. His lips trailed down from your mouth to your throat. He left very tender little kisses all over your skin, as a silent way to apologise for what he did. 

“Fuckin’ love ya” he whispered to you “Ya know that, right? Would go completely insane without ya in my life. That’s why I can’t let ya go. That’s why I needed us to get married. I’m gonna be good to ya, I swear. As long as ya don’t try to go” he murmured to you in between kisses.

You simply nodded because you had no idea what to answer to this. You were a little bit surprised by such words and touch, and you wanted to believe him. You wanted to let go of your fear of the man, and you wanted things to go back to normal.

But something was broken now, and Bo would need to work very hard to fix this, and a lot of time and patience for things to truly go back to normal.

“Still love me, right?” he insisted because you hadn’t answered when he had first asked you. He slightly moved from you to observe you, eagerly waiting for those three little words to resume his kisses and lovingly caresses. You nodded.

“Of course, I love you” you said and the man instantly smiled and went back to loving on you.

It was then it hit you: you might have married a very dangerous man who could so easily kill you, he was a lost puppy without you.

“Hey, Bo” you said and he looked up at you. “I don’t want you to take care of the women anymore.” you told him

“Anythin’ you wanna” he nodded

“And if you ever hurt me again… I’ll make sure, you’ll never have me again either” you promised him and he frowned without understanding

“What?” he softly asked

“Married 'till the end, you said, and you’re not the only one who can kill me. I can too” you explained and his eyes widened

“Y/N” he whined “Don’t say such things” he whimpered, knowing he wouldn’t last more than a few hours without you in his life. And he couldn’t fight Death. 

His lips found yours again, hoping to make you stop saying such horrible words and promises. He wouldn’t let anything happen to his wife. He would rather die.

However Bo never forgot those words.

Like you never tried to run away from him anymore.

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[livingformintyoongi]

here's my request:

jimin and yn being exes and meeting again at their best friends wedding (the groom is jimin's best friend and the bride is yn's)

their friends know that they still love eachother, so they make them sit together, but they bicker for the whole celebration.

when it's time to leave, she doesn't have a ride home, and jimin offers himself to take her to her place. Once they get there, she asks him if she wants to go upstairs, to have a final drink.

They talk about their break up, and when he's about to leave, he kisses yn and have make up sex against the kitchen counter 💥

Just a taste

a/n: First of all, thanks for making the request for Jimin, it's my first time writing about him and that makes me very excited 😀, secondly, sorry for the delay, the request ended up being much longer than I thought it would be. Warnings: A littly angst, Jimin is a sweetheart, exes 2 lovers, soft sex (there was no specification on this, so I did it as I thought it went in the situation), reader has problems with overthinking the future too much, unprotected sex, sex without prior lubrication (please don't do this, you could hurt yourself). wc: 5.3k

"Stop looking at me" you whispered in annoyance, not deigning to look at Jimin.

"Stop thinking I'm looking at you" he whispered as he rolled his eyes and folded his arms, "Not everyone revolves around you, you know that?".

"why don't you shut up and go to hell?" you snorted, crossing your legs and watching as your best friend gave the first waltz of the night next to her now husband and best friend of your ex.

"I've been there" Jimin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "Don't you think it's ironic that you're asking me when you're the one who took me there."

"Fuck you" you got up from your chair, walking towards the exit door. You needed a drink of alcohol, or maybe a breath of fresh air, either sounded good at the moment. Committing murder at your best friend's marriage was stooping too low.

You took advantage of the fact that most of the guests were too busy watching Soomin and Taehyung dance and stole a glass of champagne from one of the tables that had been abandoned. You downed the drink in one gulp and then abandoned it on another empty table. 

It was unfair that everyone was enjoying the party and you had to put up with your idiot ex.

When you opened the door that led to the gigantic garden that the event center had you were surprised to notice that it was much colder than when you arrived. It had only been a few hours, but it was enough to set foot outside to make your skin crawl. And that it's still spring, you thought to yourself, walking towards one of the benches that were under a roof covered with vines.

It felt good to be away from Jimin, from his rude comments, from the scent of his perfume, from his fluffy lips, oh, you still remembered what a good kisser he was. The two of you could spend hours just giving each other lazy kisses and discreet touches on your clothes.

You took a seat on the bench, letting your head fall back, letting out the air you were holding in. You watched as the smoke drifted out of your mouth until the whitish cloud was completely gone. You wanted to go home, but you also didn't want to abandon your friend on her special day, Jimin was an idiot, but he was right in saying that not everything revolves around you.

"Y/N?"

You almost screamed in shock when you saw Soomin standing next to you, staring at you with those big, bright eyes that could convince anyone to do anything she wanted. That same look was the one she gave you when she asked you to be her maid of honor.

"Minnie, what are you doing here?" you sat up straight, smiling slightly when you saw that Taehyung had given her his jacket to cover his bare arms from the cold. He seriously was a great guy. "You should be with your husband dancing... or doing whatever it is couples do at their wedding."

You couldn't help but laugh as his cheeks flushed slightly at how you had called Taehyung.

"I came to find you, it's so cold out here" she walked to your side, taking a seat on the same bench as you. It was hard to make herr dress not use up all the available space. "I saw that Jimin was alone at the table and I got worried."

"Ah, Minnie, you're so sweet" you hummed with a smile, taking her left arm and kissing her cheek smilingly, "Don't worry about me, it's your day, enjoy it."

"I want my best friend to enjoy it too" this time it was she who smiled at you and took your arm, resting her head on your shoulder, "I'm so happy, but I'd be even happier if you were too."

You almost shrieked as you listened to her. You had made too many bad choices in your life, being friends with Soomin wasn't one of them.

"You should watch what you say, at this rate I'll end up falling in love with you and want to kidnap you from your wedding," you both laughed, she stroked your arm and you just looked up at the ceiling, watching the vines hang gracefully. You liked this place.

"Let's go inside, I don't want you to get sick" Soomin turned to look at you, barely smiling. 

You couldn't say no to her, so as soon as she got up from the bench, you stood up and followed her silently, hoping you wouldn't run into Jimin again.

"Y/N, honey!" shouted Taehyung with a smirk, raising his hand and shaking it so you could both see where he was.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as you saw Soomin's look change completely at the sight of him. You wanted something like that too.

"I'm glad you guys are back" Taehyung said as soon as you were in front of him. Yes, just him, you preferred to completely ignore Jimin's existence. "It's almost time for your dance." 

"Who's going to dance?" you asked curiously, looking towards the dance floor.

"You and Jimin, who else?" laughed Taehyung, grabbing Jimin's shoulders and pulling him closer to you. "You're the second most important people in the place, obviously you must dance together."

You were regretting earlier. Taehyung was a lousy person, he deserved the worst in the world.

"What the fuck, Taehyung?" you heard Jimin say in a low voice. He sounded even more annoyed than you.

"Come on, don't be shy, it's just a dance, no one's going to die because of that" he gave Jimin's back a few small pats. "Besides, it's our wedding, you should, I don't know, cooperate a little."

And with that said, you were both dragged onto the dance floor, not before you elbowed him in the side and he stomped on your foot.

"What are you still doing here?" asked Jimin, walking past you to the parking lot.

"What do you care?" you snorted, hugging yourself as you felt a strong wind current crash against you. It was barely three in the morning and you already felt like you could turn into a block of ice. In your good years you could last until six in the morning, snow and all. You were out of practice. 

Jimin turned to look at you, watching your body tremble slightly. He noticed how you looked down the street, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you checked your cell phone.

"You didn't come by car?" This time he turned completely around, walking towards you. Just because he couldn't stand to be in the same place as you didn't mean he'd leave you here stranded all alone in the middle of the night. He wasn't that much of a psychopath. 

"Some idiot crashed my car and told the police it was my fault" you muttered, not taking your eyes off the street, "they took my license a year ago" you snorted as you remembered the fight you had to put up to get them to believe you. It didn't do any good.

"Are you still living in the same apartment?" Jimin started unbuttoning his suit jacket, getting close enough to be able to put it on your shoulders.

You turned to look at him, frowning, why was he asking you that? Worse, why was he handing you his jacket?

"Uhm, yeah, I still live where I always do, why do you ask?" you took his jacket, trying to make it cover as much skin as possible. You didn't want to talk to him, but you wouldn't refuse his help either. The sack wasn't to blame for anything.

"I'll give you a ride" he pointed to his car with his head, "it's better than standing around waiting for a car to come by, and less dangerous than calling an uber and having, I don't know, some creepy guy touch you and want to take advantage of you."

You glanced down the street again. You bit your bottom lip slightly, trying to think through your answer. You didn't want to be alone with Jimin, but he was right, it was too dangerous, especially at this hour. The way to your house wasn't exactly short, at least you had forty minutes, in an uber you could only go alone with the driver. You'd be lying to say that the idea didn't scare you even a little bit.

"Fine" you muttered, watching him walk towards a big black car. It looked pretty expensive, he'd surely been given the promotion he'd worked so hard to earn. It wasn't like you cared either.

You hurried to his side, not taking your eyes off your feet. You wanted to get home soon.

"Here" he whispered close to your ear, opening the passenger door for you.

For a second you thought your heart stopped and your lungs had decided to stop working. Luckily for you, it was just your imagination.

"Thank you" you nodded quickly, getting into the car and grabbing the seatbelt. Jimin had shut the door as soon as you were comfortable in the seat.

You took a breath, feeling your body temperature rise a little at a time. The car was much warmer than outside.

"Ready," Jimin said once he was inside. You watched as he got the car started and prepared to drive, "You can sleep on the way home, I don't mind," he murmured, resting his right elbow on the back of your chair and leaning back to look at the parking lot.

You had to pretty much resist the temptation to watch his arms flex. 

"Thank you," you murmured, settling in next to the window. You'd a thousand times rather pretend to sleep than look Jimin in the face as he drove. You wanted to avoid awkward silences.

You closed your eyes and let the warm air from the heater hit your face and relax you enough to fall asleep. 

When you opened your eyes you were only a few minutes away from your apartment. You straightened up in your chair and gave a big yawn. You checked the time, it was only three fifty in the morning. You couldn't believe you had slept fifty minutes.

You lifted your head, seeing Jimin's seat empty, you looked all around the inside of the car, and no matter how hard you looked there was no sign of him. You saw your window, feeling your heart race as you saw that Jimin had parked the car in front of your favorite German food store. 

You had to bite your tongue to keep from squealing.

It wasn't long before Jimin came out of the store with a large yellow bag in his hands and the car keys in the other. A slight blush adorned his cheeks when he looked up and noticed you staring at him.

You had forgotten how easy it was to make him blush.

He walked to the car door, offering you the bag once he was inside. 

"Here," he murmured, looking anywhere else but at you. 

"Why did you buy me this?" you took the bag, opening it and looking at the food inside. It was your favorite food.

"You said you were hungry in your sleep" he started the car again, heading straight for your apartment. You couldn't help but watch him the rest of the way. 

"Thanks for giving me the ride" you bowed slightly, looking at Jimin. You didn't understand why he had escorted you to the door of your apartment, but you didn't want to discuss it either, you thought it was unnecessary.

"It's nothing, I wouldn't feel at ease knowing that something bad might have happened to you" he nodded awkwardly, scratching his neck.

You turned your back on him, putting your password on the door. The click of the lock broke the silence that had fallen between the two of you. You opened the door slightly, pausing for a few seconds. Memories of the day you broke up came rushing back, causing your heart to clench to the point where it became impossible not to wince. 

You didn't want to regret again about something to do with Jimin.

"Don't you want to come in for a drink?" you turned around, watching as Jimin's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected you to extend an invitation after everything that happened at the marriage. "I just... I want to return the favor."

He nodded quickly, rubbing his hands down the sides of his pants in a futile attempt to push away the anxiety. He couldn't believe you were seriously inviting him into your home after all this time. 

"Come in" you murmured, entering your house with the sound of his footsteps behind you. It had been years since you had invited a man into your home. The last time was when you broke up with Jimin.

You left the bag of food on your kitchen counter and walked over to the cabinet that held your collection of yellow tulip plates. You left two of them next to the bag so you could empty the food inside.

Jimin, on his side, was too distracted looking at the new decoration of your house. The last time he set foot in this place all your walls were painted in a pastel yellow color, full of pictures of abstract paintings and strange photographs that he never fully understood. He also remembered that you had a large collection of pictures of him on your TV cabinet. Both the furniture and the TV had been completely changed for much more modern objects, not to mention that the cheerful paint on your walls had now gone to a beige color, and the abstract art on your walls were now just pictures and paintings of the world's most famous cities. He didn't want to think too much about the fact that his pictures were nowhere to be seen anymore.

"Do you want a beer?" you asked aloud, your head completely stuck in your cooler.

Jimin responded with an affirmative sound, too distracted noticing the differences in the place. Somehow he felt it looked pretty good on you, but that uneasiness that something didn't quite fit the mood was still swirling around in his head.

"Okay" you muttered to yourself, looking at both plates. You couldn't remember when was the last time you ate with someone here, you couldn't even remember when you had last eaten at home. You hated being here. "I've already served the plates, are you coming?".

He nodded as he walked over to you, taking a seat in front of the vacant plate. He felt a little embarrassed to realize that you now knew he still remembered your favorite dish, was that too strange?

"It's so yummy" you moaned contentedly once you tried a bite, "it's been so long since I've eaten this, I've been so busy."

"At least that explains why you're so thin" he murmured, taking a bite of the food into his mouth. He hadn't tasted this food in a while either. He missed it more than he thought he would.

"I only lost ten pounds, it's not for you to exaggerate" you rolled your eyes, stirring your food. You weren't sure how to bring up the subject of your breakup, but you knew it was the last chance you would have to clear things up.

You were both silent for a few minutes, both of you aware of the tension in the room, but neither of you were able to take the first step and break it. You were afraid of opening yourself even more to him, and Jimin was afraid that you would reopen the wound you had left him five years ago. 

In the end the only person who was able to take the first step was him. As always.

"What happened to us?" he whispered, staring at his plate. You could tell his lips were moving slowly as he chewed his food.

What had happened to you? Even you weren't sure about that. With Jimin things had always been easier; he knew what you wanted without you telling him, he knew how to read your gestures, he knew your tastes, he loved everything about you, inside and out, the good and the bad. Jimin was the best boyfriend you ever had in your life, and he probably would have been the boyfriend any 20-year-old girl would have wanted. So what had happened to you?

"I've been wondering ever since you broke up with me," he set his fork aside. His plate was now empty, but he still wasn't able to take his gaze off of it. "Did I do something wrong? Was I too persistent? Did I not show you that I loved you enough? Did I not give you enough?" he let out a sigh, letting his back fall against the back of his chair, "I know it's been five years, but I still can't figure out what my mistake was."

You tried to swallow the mouthful in your mouth, but the lump in your throat wasn't making it easy. You wanted to sort out the ideas in your head a bit before answering him. He probably still hated you, you wanted him to, you hated yourself for saying the things you said to him, for treating him the way you did. 

"Don't try to find the answer in you" you set your plate aside, knowing you would be unable to continue eating in the state you were in, "it wasn't you who did the wrong things, it was me." You took a breath, taking all the strength you could muster to look Jimin in the face. You wanted him to notice how sincere your apology was. "You were... you were one of the best things that ever happened to me, and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't regret leaving you the way I did, or leaving you in the first place."

"You regret it?" the look on Jimin's face finally lifted and confronted yours. The lump in your throat grew even tighter. "That's no reason to have kicked me out of your house and your life without any explanation and without letting me decide about it, you didn't even give me a chance to tell you what I thought! You blocked my number, you didn't answer when I knocked on the door, you avoided me at all costs" his fists clenched slightly, "I deserved an explanation, just one reason, no matter how stupid it was, would have been enough for me to decide if I wanted to fight for what was ours or just let you go and find my own way."

Making eye contact with Jimin became increasingly difficult as his words became stakes that dug into your heart. You knew he would hold a grudge, but to hear it from his mouth, to hear it in his voice, that was another level, and you weren't sure if you could get through it without bursting into tears midway through.

"I know I owe you an explanation" you tried to say it firmly, you wanted to sound sure of what you were saying, but it was hard when Jimin was in front of you staring at you, "that's why I asked you to come in, I needed to clear things up."

"Well, go ahead, tell me what happened" he folded his arms, turning his body towards you.

"I was afraid" you mumbled, lightly burying your nails into the skin of your fingers, "We had been together for four years, you were all I knew until then, I wasn't sure if that was what I wanted in my life, I didn't want to continue to be with you and live in fear that at some point in our lives we might just stop loving each other" by this point you are no longer even able to look him in the eyes, or even his face. Your eyes stung and the urge to vomit was getting bigger and bigger, "I didn't want our relationship to end up like some sort of worn out marriage, where both parties are horn to other people, where you're not even able to remember the good memories anymore, and I know it sounds stupid, but I was young, and I had a great imagination, and I just.... " you took a breath, letting your head fall back to stop the tears from coming out of your eyes, "I wanted to keep our relationship like it was back then, I thought that maybe, if we broke up before everything was ruined, we would still be able to look back and not forget the beautiful thing we had, and you don't know how much I regret doing that because now I know that all of that was just my mind trying to make a problem out of nothing because of some stupid insecurity, and because of that I lost you, and you were really the only good thing I had up until then."

"Okay, wait a minute, calm down a little," he said in a soft voice, rising from his chair and taking your shoulders. As soon as you felt his hands on you, you burst into tears. "Hey, it's okay, don't cry" he pulled you close to his chest, allowing you to cry on his shirt, not caring if it was stained or not.

"I'm so sorry" you whispered, clinging to his waist as if your life depended on it, "I know I was stupid, God, I said such horrible things to you, I was so cruel, I didn't even think that about you, I just thought... maybe if I acted like a bitch to you you would think badly of me and it would make it easier to forget me".

"I never forgot you" he murmured over your head, gently kissing your scalp, "and I don't think I ever will."

You awkwardly wiped away your tears, pulling away from his chest long enough to see his face, "Really?"

He nodded, cupping your cheek and wiping away the tears you had let out a few seconds ago, "I remember absolutely everything. How you loved to sleep cuddled up to me, or how you loved to walk down the soap aisle and smell each one to guess which one I bought" he left a kiss on your forehead, not letting go of your cheeks, "I also remember how you always kept an instant camera on your nightstand so you could capture my face as I slept; I remember how always after you did that you would touch each of my features and leave kisses on them" this time he kissed your cheek and his hands went down your shoulders until they stopped at the level of your waist, "I also remember how you liked to take your time kissing me, and that you were completely incapable of fucking without having a long kissing session before". You closed your eyes as you felt Jimin's forehead rest against yours. You could feel his nose pressing against yours gently, and his lips were so close that every time you moved them you could feel them brush against yours. "But there is one thing that no matter how hard I try, I am unable to remember."

"What one thing?" you whispered, leaning closer to him. 

"Your taste" caressed your lower back, pulling on you just enough so that both breasts were stuck together. 

"It's okay," you nodded, licking your lips, "that can easily be fixed.”

And you kissed him, and, oh my god, you really wouldn't ever regret that.

You wrapped your arms around Jimin's neck, pulling him to you, trying to make the space between you practically nil. You needed to feel him close, you needed your body and mind to assimilate the fact that it wasn't a complete stranger who was in front of you, it was Jimin, your Jimin, the same Jimin with whom you had your first time, with whom you almost got to live in the same house, the same Jimin who helped you follow your dream of being a photographer without thinking about what others would think. He was the only person you had come to love, and you had finally gotten to have him back.

Jimin gripped your waist tightly, sitting you down on the kitchen counter.

It could be years, but Jimin would never tire of kissing you.

With slightly trembling hands you began to unbutton his shirt, needing to feel his skin against yours as soon as possible. Jimin, on the other hand, was concentrating on pulling your bridesmaid dress up to your waist. He couldn't help but barely open his eyes to see your underwear. He couldn't help but let out a groan when he saw that they were your favorite color.

Once you managed to remove her shirt you pulled it off as far as you could, letting your hands roam along his chest. You roamed over every part of his torso that had been exposed, stopping at his lower back so you could caress his dimples. You loved them so much.

"Lift your hips a little" he whispered in your ear, lowering his hands from your waist to your hips.

You quickly obeyed, leaning up just a little, just enough so that Jimin could remove your underwear. You took the opportunity to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

Jimin tossed your underwear somewhere in the room, hastily nipping at your neck and shoulders as his fingers neared your center.

You almost cried out when his fingers brushed your clit. It had been months since you had been with a man, which was already surprising considering how sexually active your life had been during the time you were with Jimin. There was practically no day when you didn't have sex. You had been out of practice, and that made you much more sensitive to his touch.

Your hands, trembling from the constant spasms that Jimin's fingers were causing you against your entrance and clit, focused on pulling down Jimin's pants and boxers, smiling internally as you heard him let out a moan as he felt his cock spring free.

You couldn't help but take it in your hands and fiddle with it. Jimin had the most beautiful cock you had ever seen.

"I want you inside" you whispered, making your head back to give Jimin more accessibility. "Now."

Jimin gave you a quick glance, his fingers still fiddling with your clit, massaging and tugging it to his liking, "Now? But-"

"Never mind, I want it now" you insisted, grinding your hips against his, eliciting a moan from him, "I missed five years of this, by this point it's a necessity."

"God, you haven't changed at all" he chuckled softly, taking his cock in his free hand to guide it to your entrance.

He moved the head of his member all over your entrance, sometimes going past it and taking advantage of rolling your clit. You could only respond to him with little moans, gasps and movements of your hips.

"Just shove it in" you grunted, pressing Jimin's head on your neck.

Jimin scoffed softly, starting to push his cock into your pussy. This time it was both of you who screamed.

You really missed this, even if it caused a burning in your pussy from not being lubricated enough, feeling Jimin again made that burning even exciting. You missed him so much.

"You're still just as tight as ever" he grunted into your shoulder, trying not to move so as not to cause you some kind of pain.

You had no interest in holding on. You'd finally been able to have Jimin inside you again, you'd make the most of every fucking second.

"I'm fine," you murmured, grinding your hips against his, "so stop torturing me and move."

"You sure?" he pulled away slightly, watching your face. You couldn't help but feel your heart race at the sight of Jimin's excited face, with his fluffy glossy lips and misty eyes… he looked like an angel.

"More than sure" you nodded quickly, kissing his face.

You almost drew blood on his back after he delivered the first lunge.

He was quite slow at first, his lunges were slow but steady, he would take care to pull his cock almost all the way out, only to bury it in your pussy with a lunge. It wasn't until he felt you were sufficiently lubricated that he began to increase the speed of his lunges.

And it felt like heaven to you.

It might have been 5 years, but Jimin still remembered perfectly what points to touch to bring you to the top in just a few minutes. Or at least that's what you thought after he hit your G-spot directly as soon as his onslaught started to get stronger.

You moaned quite loudly when he touched that spot.

"Your breasts are so cute" he hummed contentedly once he removed the sleeves of your dress and let them fall down until they freed your breasts, "so round and soft, I love them" he murmured, bringing his lips to them and leaving messy kisses around your nipples.

By this point you barely understood what he was saying.

"It feels so good" you whispered between gasps, resting your hands on the counter, leaning your chest closer to his lips, "so fucking good".

"Shit" Jimin grunted, resting his head on your shoulder, "how could you possibly be so tight?" he groaned softly, holding your hips so he could increase the speed of his onslaught, "it feels even better than I remembered."

You nodded awkwardly, using one of your hands to wrap around his neck and kiss him. Unlike the kiss you gave each other at the beginning, this one was much messier. It was all desperate tongues and teeth clashing against teeth.

"Faster" you sighed against his lips, squealing as you felt Jimin grab your waist and lift you off the counter, pressing his body to yours and allowing himself to increase the speed of his onslaught. Your whole body trembled as he used his fingers to pull on your clit as his cock slammed into your G-spot with force.

"I feel so close" he whispered, gritting his teeth as he felt his cock twist inside you. You felt so warm, wet and tight that it was almost impossible not to climax so quickly.

"M-me too," you gripped his shoulders, closing your eyes tightly, "Fuck, I seriously didn't remember you being so good."

Jimin replied with a chuckle, lifting you off the counter and pressing you against the kitchen wall. You groaned as you felt the cold crash against your back. "You still have a weakness for fucking against a wall?"

You didn't reach to answer him as a wave of pleasure built up in your body and was released the instant Jimin thought to press you against the cold wall of your kitchen. Honestly, you couldn't remember the last time you had come this way.

You moaned loudly as you felt Jimin's onslaught continue to get faster and messier. Your pussy burned from how sensitive it was.

"I-I cum" he growled in your ear, clinging to your waist and letting his seed fill your insides.

You were both silent for a few moments, trying to slowly come back to reality.

Jimin's gaze was glued to the junction of his cock with your pussy, watching as a mixture of his cum with your juices dripped to the floor. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"Sorry, I'll get something to clean the floor and-".

"No," you murmured, clinging to him with arms and legs, just as a sloth would cling to its branch, "Just…can we stay like this a little longer?"

"You want me to hold you against the wall?" he frowned, slightly confused. His legs would kill him the next day, but he was willing to do it if that's what you wanted.

"No" you rolled your eyes, looking Jimin in the eyes, "I want to feel you inside me, just a little more" you kissed his bare shoulder, marking a path from his shoulder to his jaw, "My room is the last door on the right. Let's stay there for a while, until tomorrow, please."

Jimin let a smile grow on his face at hearing that you would let him stay at your place tonight. The idea that this meant a second chance for you made his heart pound. He wondered if you could feel it now that your head was attached to his chest.

"Okay, let's go to your room" he whispered, leaving a chaste kiss on your crown of your head, "then let me take care of the mess we left, it was partly my fault."

"Since you insist…" you laughed softly, letting Jimin carry you to your certain in his arms.

You missed that feeling so much. You hoped and prayed this time you wouldn't ruin it.

Masterlist.

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Ohhhhhh I'm so obsessed with daddy!Ghosty and his daughter! Imagine what would happen if Ramona was send to the fog but as survivor ahhhhh!!! The chaos!!!

What I love about this is that there's two scenarios for this:

A) Ramona is 18 (as per BHVR), meaning it's been at least 10 years in her time since she's seen her dad. As a teen, she probably just accepted the reality that he was a deadbeat and had finally abandoned her for good, maybe holding resentment towards him in her broken heart, or maybe tricking herself into believing something awful must have happened to him because no way would her daddy ever leave her forever. Now she's in this strange new world, confused, terrified as she's hunted for sport by a slew of monsters and killers, including the elusive Ghostface.

He'd be the first one to recognize she's his daughter before she ever realizes this masked psychopath is her long lost dad. But now, there's an even further parental disconnect for him -- this isn't his baby girl anymore, she's all grown up, she's just another teenager with a pretty face, he's missed out on more than half her life at this point. They may as well be strangers. Yet, as little as he seems to care about her getting hurt during trials, he never finishes her off. The knowledge that other killers are brutalizing her doesn't bother him, but as soon as one of them makes a direct mention about it he loses his mind.

He avoids her like the plague yet continually stalks her from afar to learn every little missed detail about her. Kicks medkits towards her when she's down, chases her through maps to ever so conveniently corral her towards the hatch exit, just happens to drop rare perks in passing for her to pick up. As long as he can help it, he'll never reveal the fact that he's her father. It wouldn't do either of them any good. It's just as much for her protection as it is to keep his dirty little secret, but that doesn't mean others aren't going to start getting suspicious of his apparently "favoritism", killers and survivors alike...

B) Ramona is 8 and is the one and only child to be taken by the fog (excluding Victor). That complicates so much right off the bat. There's not really such a thing as a killer having morals, but there's more than a few who would be hesitant or downright refuse to kill a kid...just as much as there are killers who wouldn't care. No one is happy about this, it seems too far, too cruel of the Entity. It must be a mistake. The survivors are beyond protective of her, always ensuring she's the first one out regardless if it means the rest of them get slaughtered.

But the real kicker is when Ghostface finally comes across her, either during a trial or because he wanted to scope out this new rumor of a child survivor. He can't contain his shock, the way he uncharacteristically freezes and says her name is disbelief. What is his baby doing here, she shouldn't be here?? Yeah, he's not a great dad, but Christ he likes to think he's a good enough father to not want his child in a murderous pocket dimension. The second she hears his voice though, she's all over him. That's her daddy! Her daddy is here, he knows how to make everything better!!

Now that's when the real chaos begins. Ghostface has a daughter?? Ghostface has a daughter that loves him??? Ghostface has a daughter and is actually pretty decent with her???? Everyone on both teams are blindsided by this news, it's like ten bombshells just got dropped on them at once when they had barely recovered from the first one. Everyone has so many questions and he's not answering a single fucking one, thank you. This is like the ultimate cosmic karma; after 8 years of being a semi-absent dad, now he's very much being forced to be an active parent. Except he's still going to pawn her off to the survivor group more often than not. At least he's...there?

Definitely more protective of her, doesn't mind showing the same affection he's always given her, and as a result there's at least a handful of killers who are soft on her too (Legion and Pig, for example). Kinda hard to hide the fact that he's a bloodthirsty serial killer and has been her whole life, especially since 8yos aren't dumb and survivors love to shit talk, so he omits or bends the truth as much as he can so that she doesn't lose that idolized image of him. It's just a game, it's not real, see, daddy even makes sure she wins every time, if he doesn't play right then more bad things will happen and she surely doesn't want that, right?

#ask #utaxnanami

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Good Omens 3: Plot Prediction

(Based on Special Spoilers)

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Neil has been a little careless when it comes to revealing information about season 3 of Good Omens. He has posted various snippets of information that have led me to predict the entire plot of the season...

So, without further ado, let's find out what amusing scrapes Dottie and Sadie will get up to this season.

The first episode opens in the pie factory Crowley and Aziraphale are working in. A pie-eating competition is taking place. Crowley takes part in the competition but tragically eats too many pies and dies. Aziraphale falls in a hole. (Neil has also mentioned that Crowley falls into a hole at some point, though he is presumably dead or dying at this stage). Both of them are eaten by space-time goats. (Are they also in the hole? Is it perhaps a wormhole or a black hole?).

Episode 1

The rest of the episode is a flashback explaining the events leading up to Aziraphale and Crowley's deaths, beginning with the double wedding of Aziraphale & Dottie and Crowley & Sadie. The husbands are nervous, and the brides are "taking it in their stride".

Aziraphale's Best Pig is the turnip-eating Morris the Edumacated Pig (played by himself), and Crowley has a wedding ring made of turnip, after which "hilarity inevitably ensues".

The wedding is taking place in a chapel and is attended by people dressed as enormous rabbits who serve jam sandwiches. Crowley and Sadie make love passionately behind a screen for a large portion of the episode. Neil has stated that it will be "very artistic".

At some point during the episode Crowley gets turned into a deer, leading Aziraphale to ask everyone: "Where is my deer?". Crowley presumably gets transformed back to his ordinary self.

At one point, Dottie gets sent to get Aziraphale's tie and Sadie to get Crowleys glasses, both from Crowley's apartment. They both end up hiding in the closet, where they find George the Gorgeous Gorilla.

Later in the episode, the husbands and wives get divorced. Crowley and Sadie have had twins, so this is probably set some time after the wedding. The divorce goes smoothly except for the question of who gets custody of the twins. The wives start a thruple with Furfur in Barnsley, where they open a biscuit factory, while the husbands go to work in the pie factory, leading us back to the beginning.

Episodes 2 - 5

The main plot follows Sadie and Dottie, who (leaving Furfur to take care of the factory and the twins) decide to spend the unexpected insurance pay-out on a holiday in Majorca, but end up in a small Spanish town instead.

Their initial goal is to help a small, financially struggling, animal-run zoo to survive, for example by starting a boarding home for indigent chinchillas, but they also get involved in the affair of their husbands' deaths and start investigating.

Multiple events happen throughout the next few episodes, involving following characters:

• A bumbling town inspector with a moustache who helps investigate the husbands' murders

• A vicar who comes over to tea and loses his pants, after which Sadie and Dottie do the apology dance

• Roger the Goofy Postman, who is very loveable (he was created after a tumblr user hypnotised Neil to make him include "somebody to love" in Season 3)

• Ernie the Unfortunate Cocker Spaniel who gets kissed by Dottie and Sadie

• Garry the Gorgeous Gopher. He does not believe in good or bad, lipsynchs to early '70s pop hits and will be puppeteered by someone who wins a competition on tumblr

• Three little rabbits who go to a big city to open a sushi restaurant, discovering their family's involvement with the East-German secret police in the 1960s

• Some badgers training a choir of nightingales for the annual Barkeley Square Sing-off

• A wild young rock band on the run, who rob banks, fall in love, and raise llamas

• Mr. Whimble, whose magic hat gets stolen

• A chorus of choir boys who sing "Carmina Burana"

• The Chinchilla Army

• A person in a gorilla suit (more on him later)

• The Snaffler, possibly the most mysterious character. Neil has clearly stated that Aziraphale is the Snaffler, although he, of course, dies in the first episode. It is quite possible that he has been resurrected, which might explain his turn towards villainy. He wants to steal the Jet Jaguar diamond to power his world-destroying laser. The wives, the police officer, and the man in the gorilla suit stand between him and his goal. He may be working together with the rock band.

Neil has confirmed that episode 4 will centre around Sadie and Dottie listening to the black parade, eating chocolates, and crying. This will most likely offer a heartfelt insight into their grief for their dead husbands.

There will also be something called "the Herring incident."

Episode 6

Episode six will be the finale to the series, in which it is revealed who was behind Aziraphale and Crowley's deaths. It was the man in the gorilla suit, who turns out to be Crowley's nemesis, Dr Unmentionable. It is quite possible that he is also the gorilla who had been hiding in Crowley's closet in episode 1. He controls the space-time goats that ate the husbands, although it is not clear if he was involved with the pies. He eventually falls into a volcano, where he is eaten by lava sharks.

Dottie kisses someone in the gorilla suit, but Neil has stated that we never find out who. This presumably takes place at the end of the episode after Dr Unmentionable has been defeated. He has also clarified that the person in the suit is not Aziraphale.

All in all I think season 3 of Good Omens will deal with themes of loss and grief, exploring Dottie and Sadie's journeys in moving on in life, symbolised by Dottie choosing someone new in the end. It will be more artistic and revolutionary than previous seasons, while also including aspects of mystery to keep us engaged and plenty of humour to keep the tone from getting too dark.

Personally, I can't wait to see Dottie and Sadie's adventure on screen!

Feel free to add anything I might have overlooked and your own interpretations for how the episodes might play out.

#good omens #good omens s3 #good omens season 3 #go season 3 #crowley #aziraphale #dottie and sadie #special spoilers #neil gaiman

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So – Bethesda broke Fallout 4's script extender. Because of course they did. What better way to celebrate the release of your new TV show than to stall people's ongoing playthroughs? Excellent work. I don't even want an Enclave quest. It's Creation Club nonsense, so it won't actually be a proper quest anyway.

I want to finish my Sim Settlements 2 playthrough. Ugh.

So while I'm waiting for the dust to settle on that, I thought I'd give Fallout 76 another go. I am rebuilding my mod list for Fallout 3, but that's a work in progress. And Fallout 76 is right there.

I created a new character, because I haven't played this thing in ages and I know they've changed a bunch of the mechanics. And oh - ha. I mean, I had thought from the beginning that creating a game without NPCs was a terrible idea, because it's hard to invest in saving an empty world. But the addition of them makes playing the game's original main quest a distinctly bizarre experience.

I don't mean that I'm suddenly pro-empty world. Not at all. In general the presence of factions and personalities and people you can care about it a good thing.

But when they made this game, the writers and quest designers were given "empty world" as a parameter within which they had to work. And they did.

It's sort of an interesting, even bold, choice for a storyline because it does not allow you to feel good about yourself at all. Most Fallout games do. Oh, you can play evil if you want, sure, and there are a handful of side quests that are genuinely no win scenarios. But mostly? You can save the world. And you will probably have a better experience if you try to: there's more to do when you talk to the NPCs and deal with their problems rather than just murdering everyone and taking their stuff.

But Fallout 76 is just judging you.

I keep thinking about its promotional song – that really upbeat cover of Take Me Home, Country Roads, and all the imagery in the old trailer, about rebuilding and looking to the future. But all of that is functionally a lie, and the key lines in that song come towards the end:

I hear her voice in the mornin' hour, she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away Drivin' down the road, I get a feelin' That I should've been home yesterday, yesterday – Take Me Home, Country Roads

You should have been home yesterday. You should have been home a thousand yesterdays ago. This story is all about the past, and a rebuilding effort you neglected to join. It hits you with the guilt straight away, as the very first place the game takes you is an old outpost of emergency service personnel who just kept on doing their jobs after the bombs fell. It's their notes and recordings that teach you how to survive.

Of course you encounter less pleasant people later: raiders and Enclave, and honestly I have little patience for any iteration of The Brotherhood of Steel. But even there, you can see that the misunderstandings and conflicts and general fuck ups might have been resolved with a competent mediator.

And that is exactly what you are. You're a Fallout protagonist. You don't have the time to spend ten years sitting in a lab, but you excel at travelling from town to town and dealing with whatever obstacle is stopping a faction from moving forward. Fallouts 1-4 and assorted spin offs have taught us all that.

Even in universe, Vault 76 is stated to be full of literal geniuses. It is packed with doctors and scientists and engineers: exactly the people the world needed to deal with a combination of plague and environmental crisis.

If you were there, you could have fixed this.

But you were not there. You were sitting comfortably in a vault, while other, better people tried to save the world.

And they were almost there. They had a vaccine. Even with everything, they had a vaccine. They did the work, they had a plan. As you play through this quest, you stand upon the shoulders of giants at almost every stage, implementing the very last step in a plan that really does work. Had they lived, even a few months longer ... but they didn't, and you did nothing to help them.

It wasn't even necessary to spend 25 years in that vault, as it is abundantly clear that the area around 76 has been habitable this whole time. Challenging, sure: I am in no way suggesting that it was an easy existence. But it was not instant irradiated death.

Every other Fallout protagonist steps out of their vault (or other entry scenario) in time to make things right. Maybe just in time, but nevertheless. They walk into a fractured world and get to work. But not you. You took the easy route.

How proud are you of that Best Dental Hygiene award now?

Given that it is set so close to the Great War, and deals with first generation survivors, it gives one of the best looks at the cynical cruelty of Vault-Tec: when they talk about rebuilding the world, it only means rebuilding for its own benefit and profit. Anyone not part of their plan is more than welcome to die in a hole.

It ties in very nicely with the television series, actually. Lucy laments that she was waiting to rebuild the world, but it all happened without her - and Vault-Tec actively tried to destroy that new world (and at least up to a point, seems to have succeeded). Her people waited over 200 years, but it didn't take that long. Twenty-five were quite enough.

But with the new version ... I mean, it really takes the sting out of it. It looks like everybody had a few rough years there, but it's all turned out fine. There's a burgeoning civilisation here, with homesteads and caravans and trade. I can't go two steps without an NPC asking to borrow a bobby pin, and even the raiders are more territorial than outright destructive (although – is nobody going to go up that completely safe little hill and give poor Miguel a funeral? Come on guys, clean up the damn corpses).

The tragedy of the whole thing, and the weight of your own inaction, is largely gone. You can't reshape the world and still make the same impact with that narrative.

I don't know, I guess I just can't quite get behind the whole multiplayer-ness of the thing. The world can't really change as you complete quests. You can't really rebuild. But likewise, if the world does change, it has to change for everyone at the same time, regardless of where they are in the story.

It could still work, I think, if you could play through that story and then see the caravans come over the hill, and start to rebuild the world.

Because that might feel a bit like redemption.

#fallout #fallout 76 #fallout tv series #fallout tv spoilers

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 2: Cooks in the Kitchen

From: The Rainmaker Series

Pairing: Mob! Steve x Forensic Scientist! Reader

Summary: Everyone hates a backseat driver. And a surprise guest when you’re not at your best.

Word count: 3,234

Content/warnings: TW: dead body and all you would expect in forensic science, I tried to make this not graphic, mentions of bruising, mentions of torture and abuse, sassy and borderline mean reader, awkward Steve who overthinks, reluctant? flirting, allusions to and mentions of murder

Author’s Note: For my dearly beloved @krirebr please know that you’re loved and appreciated by us all. I hope this helps, just a little bit. (Extra angsty, hopefully to your tastes)😘

What I’m gonna say is Decks seems very on edge compared to how she was before. Her guard came up out of ‘nowhere?’ Hm, that’s weird… or is it?

Anyway, these are Loupe glasses, if you’re wondering. They let you see tiny things up close and at a better angle.

Comments, reblogs, asks, and any feedback is so welcome and appreciated. Thank you for reading!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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After your weekend at the farm, Steve drove you home to return to your normal life. As much as you loved being out in the country, city life was definitely more your speed. You immediately went back to work and were happy to keep your busy routine going. Sure, a weekend away from screens and solvents was a breath of fresh air, but this was where you thrived.

Despite the way there were new, more outlandish cases to deal with, the days were surprisingly routine. Come in, visit a crime scene, run some tests, go home, do it again. You lived for that sort of zen. The detachment of simply putting your head down and getting to work was what you were used to, and then once you were home, it was like a sanctuary. You could lounge, pick up another hobby out of the thousand you’d already started, and crawl into your fresh sheets.

It’s not like you were entirely a hermit, though. You got along with your coworkers and would commonly joke around with them, but first and foremost, you were a proper worker, doing your job. When something really needed done, you’d lock down in the lab, music blasting, and crank out results.

Steve was the same way. He tried to keep his days as routine as possible, despite the way work brought something new everyday. Rival gangs needed monitored and law people needed bribed. Shipments and production needed to be kept on a tight schedule and up to pace with increasing demand.

There wasn’t much time for it, but he’d found certain images and memories start to take hold in his mind. They were different from the grade school ones of Bucky, or his times learning the ropes of his trade, or the first suit he’d ever worn. They were new, they were…warm? Lacked that same rigidity? They were of you. Driving his car effortlessly, petting a baby goat as it bleated happily, teaching him to dance…small, little moments that he couldn’t let go of, but he didn’t have time to replay enough.

He did his best to stay proper in his business dealings. Steve was known for his gentlemanly demeanor, truly a golden boy of the underground, or…at least as much of one as an individual could be given the legality loopholes he was constantly trying to jump through.

On the outside, he was smooth as a beach. Fluid with the crashes of waves this industry threw at him. He’d gotten good at rolling with the punches without a single blond hair out of place. But inside? It was a hurricane. The wind raged and echoed in his ears, putting him on edge. It was sensory overload.

Everyday, he found his attention wanting to wander more and more to that simpler time, not romanticizing it for the lack of pressing responsibility, but for the fact he spent genuine moments with someone who was unlike those in his world. Unlike the men so obsessed with maintaining their place on top or squashing others to get there. They were all about the money, but you were working for the people, and for the betterment of the city. To solve cases and give peace to families. And Steve knew he was all too often on the other side of that, even if he prided himself on only taking out the worst of the worst. The ones who deserved it. They were the ones endangering women and children, who to him, were the distastefully vulnerable and undeserving of wrath, despite the fates they were met with from the awful men Steve rid the world of. He wasn’t breaking his set of morals and rules, he was just breaking the law sometimes. Steve was a good man, he just happened to make his living doing bad things.

He didn’t have time to reflect on that right now, though. Things had seriously picked up in recent weeks. Bucky was soon to return, but it didn’t help that Steve felt like Lloyd was unrelentingly on their asses. Leading the organization when it came to the normal stuff was fine, but the extra protections Bucky was making him run, along with the extensive research and monitoring was already taking its toll. Steve was used to a lack of sleep, he basically lived on adrenaline and black coffee, but another night where he was fielding calls and sending out directives without a wink was causing his emotional guard to fall.

It was early morning as Steve sat at his desk. He’d ordered Sam to head out hours ago, but as the sun was cresting over the horizon, not even that searing glow could keep Steve’s tired mind at bay. The levees against the flood were weakened beyond belief. The hurricane was about to make landfall.

Just then, the phone rang. It was one of his contacts down at the police station. That wasn’t new, but the specific news was and Steve wanted to be there in person to get every bit of information he could... and perhaps catch a glimpse at the one person who could scratch that new itch in his brain. Maybe, finally, at least he could catch a nap in the car, as Steve called Gio to drive him over.

Over the couple weeks you’ve been back, you couldn’t help the way your mind wandered constantly, either. Even your favorite playlist couldn’t keep you on track, so you opted for silence, the scenes replaying of your time on the farm doing plenty to help you block out your surroundings.

You were working on a particularly difficult case currently. There was no time for distractions. The overcast sky just added to the ambiance of the feeling that something unusual was looming over you. You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, along with the keys from the ignition, and took a deep breath, letting it out sharply to get yourself ready. When you’d gotten out of the SUV and to the crime scene, Detective Lang greeted you.

“So I’ve got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”

He guided you along the River walk and down the rocky shore where a victim laid, waves still lapping over her feet as photographers and cops gathered around the scene, surveying it for evidence. A small crowd had gathered along the pathway, held back by barricades and uniformed officers. At least you were here before the news crews.

“Bad news first, always. You know that.” You spoke with a purpose, slipping on your gloves after pushing up the sleeves of your department-issued windbreaker and cuffing your pants so they wouldn’t get wet.

“So far, looks like it was blunt force trauma with a side of torture. Very little evidence to go off of, especially considering there are no open wounds and the tools used for this kinda thing could be in any household.”

You crouched down by the body and immediately took note of the bruising. You hummed in acknowledgement and looked back up at the detective, his head framed by the cloudy, gray sky, the rising sun now hidden. Fitting for a tragedy like this. A woman your age subjected to that sort of an ending…

“And the good news?”

He sighed, looking up at the sky, hands on his hips, before he dropped his head back down towards you.

He winced. “Body’s fresh? Disposal doesn’t appear very well thought-out.”

You nodded and looked around for any piece of evidence that hadn’t washed away. He was right, it was gonna be difficult to pull many testable elements.

“Well, I’ll do the usual work-up, then, and let you know when you’re good to get everything over to the medical examiner.”

He curtly nodded and turned on his heel to speak with the witnesses before you began to pull out your kit, swabbing for anything of note.

After you finished collecting everything you could, you carefully slipped back through the background and away from the slew of reporters now blanketing the scene. Ugh, you hated those block heads. Especially Lucas Bell, the weird little ray of sunshine you went to school with growing up. For some reason, he thought the two of you were actually friends, despite never having even given him the signal you appreciated his presence. The worst part: you could tell he wasn’t hitting on you. He would genuinely seek you out at crime scenes, that gross happy smile on his face, calling you by the birth name almost no one used anymore in favor of your college nickname. Every time, it was, “hey, remember me, old pal? Great to see you! Any information you’re willing to share?” Who the hell was so chipper when their job was literally to report tragedies?

You bobbled your head as you mocked him to yourself and got back into your work SUV. Ugh, you hated that guy. And all the other reporters. You didn’t wanna be on camera. What if you wanted to work for the FBI one day? Huh? What then? Can’t have your face out there all willy nilly and then expect to be doing covert ops. Nope. You prepared to race back to the precinct, ready to drown yourself in an afternoon of attempting to suck evidence out of a cotton swab caked in river grime and essentially, air, if you could count that as evidence.

You drove back through the pouring rain. Another thing to be annoyed by. First, the longing for your simple weekend once again, then the intrusive thoughts about annoying little reporters, and now, the near-flooding on the roads. You could hear her in your head now, Bee saying “rain makes corn. It’s a good thing.” You rolled your eyes, to be honest, you liked the rainy atmosphere, but you know what rain also makes? Bad drivers. At this point, it was just best to get back to the lab, buckle down, and stay there, where no one could possibly bother you.

You were hours in to your intensive testing. Your spectrometry readings gave the smallest peaks, hard to say if the readings actually were something or just background noise. You were happy to put in the time, but something just felt…off. It was infuriating and not helping your mood, but you tried your best to keep it separated from work. It wasn’t perfect, but it was your best. Another small thing going wrong could push you over the edge, though.

You opted to just look at a small fabric sample, deciphering if there truly was some thread of note caught in the weave. You just needed to concentrate and you knew you could find something. You were purely focused and zoomed in, using your Loupe glasses, paired with several lamps overhead, with the highest hopes of even a shred of confirma-

“Decks? More like Specks.”

The sudden voice that echoed through the lab startled you, causing your head to shoot up and bump against one of the metal lamps.

“Ow!” At that same time, the forceps and piece of fabric flew out of your hands and onto the floor. It didn’t help that you knocked into your instrument tray on the way, sending all those onto the floor, as well.

Great, now you had to go to the stock room to find a new package of sterile ones. This was the last set left in the lab. You looked up from where you watched the evidence fall, rubbing your forehead with the back of your gloved hand, eyes narrow at the business man in a suit who was previously leaned against your doorway, now tentatively walking towards you to crouch on the ground.

“Steve, what the hell?” You trailed off for a second. “You and Bee really do have the same sense of humor. I thought she just told me that as a selling point.” It came out as an irritated growl. You rolled your eyes as you squatted down to start cleaning your mess.

Steve laughed. Selling point? Bee talked to you about him? And tried to make him appealing? He wasn’t sure why, but he felt a certain warmth in his stomach at that. He pushed it down as much as he could. Either way, he truly did get along well with her.

“Well you know what they say, birds of a feather and all.” He joined you near the floor after having grabbed a glove, picking up some stray instruments and placing them back in the metal holding tray.

You muttered lowly as you finally stood up and turned away from him, after grabbing the fabric off the floor gingerly and placing it in a plastic protective case. “More like wasps of a stinger.”

Steve disposed of his gloves and looked over the results on your computer. You quickly hit the keys to lock the screen, sure to cast him a nasty glare. The last thing you needed was to get accused of leaking evidence.

What was he doing here, anyway? With those broad shoulders and that skinny waist. What did he even need shoulders that big for? How did he even shop for clothes? You swear his waist was literally the same circumference as your thigh. They don’t carry stuff like that in department stores.

Steve looked at you with a confused glance as you removed your gloves and washed your hands. There was a hint of humor in his voice, but it was mostly filled with caution at your attitude.

“Um, I don’t really shop for clothes? I’ve got a tailor. He’s pretty good.”

After your hands were dry, you facepalmed harder than ever before. You couldn’t believe you said that out loud. Maybe you did need to interact with more people outside of work. You were too comfortable talking to yourself. You took a deep breath before turning around and looking at Steve again. His face now mostly held tentative kindness, and that was a nice change to the anger that was sitting in your belly all day today. You still couldn’t help what you spat back, though.

“You have a tailor? In this economy? Of course you do…rich prick.” The last part was grumbled under your breath, but Steve still caught it. Where was this hostility coming from? He thought the two of you had gotten along great before. What changed?

Steve’s hurt caused him to fire back, albeit much nicer than you had. “You’re calling me rich? Decks, I’ve seen your apartment, it’s nice. Especially for this city. Way nicer than my first place.”

First off, what was that supposed to mean? You were still suspicious about exactly what Steve and Bucky did for a living. You knew they made a lot of money. Steve wore designer suits, if he could help it, and you assumed Bucky did, as well, but what business did they have being this built?

You let go of that, though, wanting to just get back to work after the disturbance, but why had you been disturbed in the first place?

“Steven, what are you doing in my lab?”

He was taken aback. Woah, full names. He knew your full name, but didn’t dare to find out what would become of him if he used it. It didn’t seem like many did. He wanted to go about this the right way. He didn’t want abuse his delicate position as a friend of a friend when you were so close to the law…yet.

He stood upright and pressed his shoulders back. Right, he was here on business. He had to remember that. It wasn’t a personal call and he had to stay professional.

“I was actually meeting with Scott, er, Detective Lang. He called me about the new case that came in this morning.”

You nodded slowly. “You knew her?”

Why did that make you nervous? Of course Steve knew women, like, duh, but something burning rose in your chest in anticipation of his response. Why did you care? You didn’t even want him here. Right?

He shook his head lightly. “No…well, sort of? She was an employee of one of my businesses. A salon.”

One of his businesses, of course. A salon was…interesting… but you guessed not out of the question with how perfect his stupid perfect hair always was. Whatever, just because he was here for some questioning, doesn’t mean he had to pay you a visit.

“Okay…so why did you come in here?”

You looked up at him from the odds and ends you were shuffling around your work bench out of nervousness.

“I actually wanted to see you, maybe help out a little?”

You eyed him skeptically, ignoring the way your chest sent a tingle down towards your fingertips. “You know when someone offers to keep close to a case like that, it usually means they had something to do with it, right?”

Steve put his hands up in surrender. “I swear this wasn’t me. I just genuinely care for my employees. Did you check under the fingernails? Maybe there was some DNA there or something?”

Your gaze became even more burning towards him. “Yes, Steven. I checked under the nails. That’s like, the first thing you do in cases like this. But why would you know that, anyway? And how can you say you care so much about your employees if you didn’t even know the girl?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. He was usually much smoother than this. How did you intimidate him so much so suddenly. Oh no…Is that where the name ‘Decks’ came from? Were you gonna hit him? Deck him? Did you have a pension for beating guys up? If he made a wrong move, would you literally punch him? Give him a black eye? Sure, much worse had happened to him before, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to emotionally recover if the damage came from you.

Either way, Steve didn’t want to find out, so he continued quite cautiously and uncomfortable within your domain, lacking the confidence that came so easily to him in all his usual business dealings and the quasi-leadership role he found himself in.

“I um…I watch a lot of CSI shows?” He hoped that was believable, but he knew it came out like a squeak, almost. He may as well be a little kid losing fights in a back alley again. He cleared his throat in an attempt to get his voice back to normal. “I do care for my employees, though. And my reputation, and the ability to make sure nothing like this happens again to anyone involved with me.”

You sighed at that. You can understand the want to prevent future disasters, especially when it came to someone working so low at the bottom of the food chain for such a major company. As you slipped your Loupe glasses back on and readjusted your lamps, you gestured for Steve to take a seat in your computer chair while you moved to a stool by the lab bench.

“Okay, fine. I’ll let you hang around, but don’t tell me how to do my job.”

You couldn’t help the way the corner of your lip turned up, just out of Steve’s sight, as he strutted over and plopped down into the rolly chair, watching you with a smile and his fingers laced behind his head.

Next >

Bonus A/N: I’m very excited for what’s going to grow between Steve and Decks. She’s a lil independent thing and he’s just so “idk what to do bc I’m supposed to be in control but I’m doing everything on her terms” and I love it. Lmk what you think!!!

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OH GOD WE'RE DOING THIS WE'RE DOING THIS

so yeah this vd is supposed to describe the changes that happened between the ending of season 2 and the beginning of season 3. please enjoy!.. or don't. you are free to suffer as well

Warnings: descriptions of murder and suicide attempts.

Hinode: Are you ready to begin, Miki-san?

Miki: .. Yes. 

Hinode: So.. The trial hasn't even started yet, but we already had to go through a lot.

Miki: Y-yeah..

Miki: I mean, we had to expect something like this. It's the last trial, after all.

Miki: But still.. Everyone has changed so much.

Miki: And it's.. kind of our fault too.

Hinode: We had to punish the guilty prisoners somehow, you know that.

Miki: ...

Miki: I don't think you saw punishing them as a way to save them or the other prisoners.

Hinode: Huh?

Miki: Are you sure that you really don't like seeing other people in pain, Hinode-san?

Hinode: W-what are you talking about, Miki-san-

Miki: Never mind.I just hope Eiji-san comes back soon.

Hinode: .. This might be a weird question, but.. what kind of relationship do you two have? Are you close?

Miki: Eiji-san is very important to me. That's all.

Hinode: Do you like him?

Miki: .. *sighs*

Miki: I don't agree with most of the things he says. He can be really annoying. He's way too cruel when he punishes the prisoners. 

Miki: .. But I still want him to come back.

Hinode: So you do like him.

Miki: Guard 003, let's get to work already.

Hinode: U-uh, yes, sure.

Hinode: So.. It looks like the relationship dynamics between the prisoners have changed significantly.

Hinode: Those who were enemies are starting to become closer and those who were friends now hate each other's guts.

Hinode: Let's talk about the changes every prisoner went through during this period.

Hinode: Prisoner 001, Miyagawa Akio.

Hinode: Thankfully, Akio-san has started to get better.

Hinode: His injury isn't that bad anymore, but it's possible that it will still impact his life in.. not the best way.

Hinode: He still has to wear bandages just in case, but now we know that he has a pretty big scar there. 

Hinode: Thanks to him being voted innocent, according to Jackalope, he was able to receive treatment from someone we don't know yet, but since Akio-san's condition really is getting better with each day, I don't think that person is dangerous.

Miki: "I wonder who that person was.. Maybe a doctor that works here?"

Hinode: It's easier for him to walk now and his headaches aren't as bad anymore. He can finally read without anyone's help again and it also looks like he's not that obsessed with his accomplice anymore. I'm happy for him.

Hinode: He also seems to have changed as a person as well. He still prefers to spend most of his time alone, but he's not as.. "arrogant" anymore, maybe?

Hinode: Actually, it seems like he became closer with some other prisoners and not just Aimi-san.

Hinode: Those prisoners are Kei-san, Asahi-san and..

Hinode: .. Riku.

Miki: ...

Hinode: I knew about what happened between Akio-san and Riku before the second trial, so I was also.. shocked.

Hinode: However, Akio-san was the one who saved Riku when he tried to do.. that to himself, so maybe Riku is actually somewhat grateful to him?

Hinode: Looks like Aimi-san was a good influence on Akio-san, haha.

Miki: But what about Miyagawa-san's relationship with Aimi-chan?

Hinode: .. Well, let's talk about her then, shall we?

Hinode: Prisoner 002, Hanasaki Aimi.

Hinode: Aimi-san has been voted innocent, and to be honest..

Hinode: It seems to have really changed her as a person.

Hinode: Or maybe that's actually her letting her true colors show?

Hinode: I've expected her to be more happy about her only friend being voted innocent, but now that Akio-san is close with other prisoners and seems to have found friends in this place..

Hinode: .. Aimi-san is feeling lonely again now.

Hinode: She doesn't talk to Akio-san that much anymore. She doesn't talk to anyone actually.

Hinode: .. Except you, Miki-san.

Hinode: She seems to like you a lot.

Miki: .. Yes, she does.

Miki: She always says how I'm her "only friend" and that I'm the only person in this place who she can trust.

Miki: If I accidentally call her "Hanasaki-san" she stares at me with this weird look in her eyes and makes me call her "Aimi-chan" because "that's what I'm supposed to call her as her friend".

Miki: I just.. don't get it. I thought that if we vote her innocent, she'd act more..

Hinode: I think she's acting like this exactly because we voted her innocent.

Hinode: Aimi-san now thinks that she was in the right. She has been voted innocent twice now, of course she would think that.

Hinode: Of course she sees you as a friend. Because friends forgive each other.

Hinode: And even though you have.. also changed, you're still kind to her no matter what.

Hinode: So it's possible that..

Hinode: ...

Miki: What's wrong, Hinode-san?

Hinode: .. So, her brother thought that her classmates deserve to die for treating her like that, right?

Hinode: But what if he thought they deserve to die not only for bullying her, but also.. 

Hinode: .. For not being her friends?

Hinode: And since she killed him for "betraying her trust" in a way and doing something a friend wouldn't do..

Miki: .. She believes it's okay to hurt and even kill someone if they refuse to be friends with her?

Hinode: Possibly.

Hinode: And considering that she's been spending most of her time in her cell lately and writing something..

Hinode: .. Who knows what she's planning. 

Hinode: Now.. 

Hinode: Prisoner 003, Ishizu Shun.

Hinode: Well, this one has caused us a lot of trouble.

Hinode: He really didn't take being voted guilty well.

Hinode: Considering his memory problems, his memory loss is much worse compared to other guilty prisoners.

Hinode: Thanks to the way this machine works, we can also watch the recording of him getting his memory erased for the first time.

Miki: Do we.. really have to watch it?

Hinode: I found some of the things he said very interesting, Miki-san. We are the guards of this place, so we have to pay attention to everything the prisoners say.

Miki: .. You're right.

(the recording starts playing)

(Shun: .. W-where am I?

Shun: .. W-who are you two?!

Shun: T-this doesn't look like my-

Shun: Wait, what are these clothes?!

Hinode: It's okay, take a deep breath. You're fine.

Shun: I don't understand.. I don't understand!

Shun: W-where are they?

Shun: Where are Hina and Jouhei?

Shun: TELL ME RIGHT NOW!

Miki: Hinode-san!

Shun: I AM GOING TO BREAK ALL OF YOUR LIMBS IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHERE YOU'RE HIDING THEM!

Shun: You just want to ruin my happiness, don't you? All of you.. All of you think I don't deserve to be loved, right?!

Shun: *starts sobbing* I JUST WANTED TO BE HAPPY!)

Hinode: I'm still grateful to you for saving me back there.

Hinode: I don't know if it's because I'm not that physically strong, but I really felt like Shun-san was going to kill me.

Miki: If something happened to you, we would have two injured guards to deal with. I didn't want that.

Hinode: Haha, understandable.

Hinode: So, I guess now we know his victims' names. 

Miki: There's something that bothers me about this.

Hinode: Really? What is it?

Miki: .. Why did he sound so worried about Hina-san's new boyfriend?

Miki: Actually, from what I remember, in the end of his second video, he was eating cake with both of them. And he looked happy and didn't mind Jouhei-san's company.

Miki: If he believed that Jouhei-san was a bad person who didn't deserve Hina-san, why would he want to spend time with him? Why would he worry about him?

Hinode: Maybe he actually liked them both, haha.

Miki: What was that?

Hinode: Never mind, that sounds stupid.

Hinode: It's just.. Shun-san likes both Kei-san and Eiko-san, right? And he also really wants to be loved..

Hinode: I feel like it wouldn't be out of character for him to be in love with both his "ex-girlfriend" and her new boyfriend even if he hated him at first.

Hinode: But that's just a theory~

Miki: .. Hinode-san, we're having a serious conversation here.

Hinode: Haha, sorry, sorry.

Hinode: Anyway, it took a while to make Shun-san go back to his cell and he actually tried to run away, believing that there must be some sort of exit.

Hinode: And when he actually did get his memories back..

Hinode: .. The first thing he did was attacking Kei-san right after he saw him eating with everyone.

Hinode: He really hated the fact that Kei-san got voted innocent while him and Eiko-san got voted guilty.

Hinode: .. He chose the wrong person to attack, however. Kei-san really did suffer from the consequences of being voted guilty in the past, but he can still fight back as long as he has a weapon.

Hinode: So, uh...

Hinode: M-maybe attacking Kei-san when he had something sharp in his hand wasn't the best idea.

Hinode: Oh well, at least they match now when it comes to eye injuries.

Hinode: Except Shun-san's eye is.. Uh..

Hinode: Pretty much gone-

Miki: Can we stop talking about it?

Hinode: Fine, fine.

Hinode: So, we can confidently say that Shun-san is one of the most dangerous prisoners right now. His relationship with Eiko-san is getting more and more weird too..

Hinode: He actually doesn't talk to anyone except Eiko-san now. He avoids Kei-san too, but every time he sees him, he looks angry and.. heartbroken, maybe?

Hinode: Looks like he really did like him.

Hinode: So, Prisoner 004, Chiba Naomi.

Hinode: Let's watch the recording first, since she got her memories taken too.

(the recording starts playing)

(Naomi: ...

Hinode: Okay, I think we're done.

Hinode: Naomi-san, how are you feeling?

Hinode: Naomi-san-

Naomi: .. M-mom?

Naomi: Mom, I'm sorry, I..

Naomi: *starts crying* I am so sorry.. for failing you..

Naomi: I just.. I don't know if I.. 

Naomi: I don't know if I want to-

Naomi: .. Huh?

Naomi: .. Who are you two?

Naomi: W-where am I? W-where is my mother?

Hinode: Calm down. Can you remember who you are?

Naomi: U-uh..

Naomi: M-my name is Chiba Naomi. I am 30 years old. I'm an elementary school teacher. I live in-

Hinode: Okay, it worked.)

Miki: The first thing she did when we took her memories was start crying for her mother..

Miki: I didn't know Chiba-san was so attached to her.

Hinode: I don't think she was attached to her in a good way though.

Hinode: The way she acted after losing her memories was very interesting.

Hinode: It's like.. At the same time she was more anxious, but she also was very friendly with all the youngest prisoners, even Asahi-san.

Hinode: Perhaps it's because she didn't remember what happened to her victim and how he treated her, since we took more memories from her than we did in Shun-san's case. 

Hinode: Maybe she used to see her victim in Asahi-san, but since she forgot about her crime, she started to like him more.

Hinode: But then she got her memories back and..

Hinode: .. The glass cat figure.

Hinode: She broke it and put the glass shards in Asahi-san's food when no one was looking.

Miki: ...

Hinode: Are you okay, Miki-san? 

Miki: My own little brother almost got killed, but sure, I'm okay.

Hinode: Got it, not okay at all, haha.

Hinode: Asahi-san was saved by Kei-san who noticed that something was wrong with the food and stopped him before he tried to eat it.

Hinode: I really didn't expect Kei-san out of all people to save him. You must be feeling very grateful to him.

Miki: .. I do, actually.

Miki: I did get him a strawberry milkshake as thanks later after that.

Hinode: This guy really made one prisoner lose an eye but saved another prisoner's life..

Hinode: Oh, by the way, let's talk about him now, shall we?

Hinode: Prisoner 005, Sanada Kei.

Hinode: His injuries are healing, thankfully, but I'm afraid there's not much we can do about his eye.

Hinode: Reina-san requested a new eyepatch for him, actually. A more.. uh, "cute" one, maybe?

Hinode: She really cares about him. At first she protected him from Yurika-san and now this..

Hinode: He got a new outfit and he feels much more comfortable in it now. 

Hinode: It's like he's back to "normal" but he's also more.. I'm not sure how to say it..

Hinode: It's like, now he has people he's actually close with and he sticks with them? 

Hinode: Though he is still very.. uh.. friendly with me, haha..

Miki: "I don't think Kei-san just wants to be friends with him.."

Hinode: But I think an innocent verdict really did have a good impact on him. He's still friends with Reina-san and he's now close with Asahi-san and some other prisoners as well.

Hinode: His relationship with them is much more healthy than whatever he had with Eiko-san and Shun-san.

Miki: .. I don't know if he will finally open up about his crime though.

Hinode: Well, Miki-san..

Hinode: Maybe he has a reason to be so afraid of talking about his crime.

Miki: Like what? And why do you think he's afraid of it and not just.. I don't know.. being mysterious, I guess?

Hinode: Well, let's think about it.

Hinode: Sanada Kei is a man who likes to be in control. When he sees someone he likes, he immediately tells them about it. He doesn't take no for an answer.

Hinode: .. But judging by how much he screamed during his punishment and how much pain it had caused him, he hates not being in control.

Hinode: He still has horrible scars on his back. He's shown crying and begging for help in his second viideo.

Hinode: Now, Miki-san, what is the worst thing that could ever happen to a man like that?

Miki: ...

Miki: .. I understand now.. I think.

Miki: L-let's talk about Yoshioka-san now.

Hinode: Okay.

Hinode: Prisoner 006, Yoshioka Eiko.

Hinode: Let's watch the recording first.

Hinode: Her behavior after the punishment was.. unexpected, to say the least.

(the recording starts playing)

(Eiko: ...

Eiko: T-takeru?..

Eiko: Where's Takeru?..

Eiko: H-have you two seen him?..

Eiko: Please, I just want him to reply.. Please..

Eiko: I don't know if he's even alive!

Eiko: And if he's alive..

Eiko: Why is he still.. ignoring me?..

Eiko: .. Maybe.. it actually would be better if he turned out to be dead.. haha..)

Hinode: After that she just started laughing and walked back to her cell. She didn't ask us anything about this place, she was too busy thinking about Takeru-san.

Hinode: We not only took memories of her crime, but some other memories as well, so she also didn't remember what Takeru-san did and why he stopped replying to her messages.

Hinode: I still wonder what exactly he did to make her kill him.. 

Hinode: I know, maybe it looks like Eiko-san is way too obsessed with him, but..

Hinode: To be honest, I can't help but feel like Takeru-san really wasn't the best partner for her.

Hinode: Well, whether it's her being too possessive or him being a manipulator.. 

Hinode: It's our job to find that out.

Hinode: Anyway, now Eiko-san is spending time only with Shun-san and doesn't talk to anyone else. 

Hinode: Interestingly, it doesn't feel like she only sees him as her "bodyguard" anymore. It's like..

Hinode: She really does feel like she can't trust anyone else here.

Hinode: She also seems to really hate Yurika-san judging by the way she glares at her now.

Miki: She attacked Eiji-san and Yoshioka-san likes him a lot, so..

Miki: I wouldn't be surprised if it turned out she's plotting something.

Hinode: Yeah, we have to be careful with her.

Hinode: Prisoner 007, Yano Asahi.

Hinode: This poor boy is somehow getting better and getting more traumatized at the same time.

Hinode: He almost got killed by a woman he trusted and who is the only person that can be seen as a mother figure here.

Hinode: And it's possible this woman will try to kill him again since Naomi-san really is.. not doing good right now.

Hinode: But at least now he has people who can protect him.

Hinode: He likes Kei-san a lot now and follows him everywhere. Kei-san doesn't mind and even plays along and acts as his older brother.

Hinode: He plays the same role for other two prisoners actually. 

Miki: ".. What is it with Kei-san being an actually good big brother for other prisoners, but not for his own little brother?"

Hinode: He's more open now and he smiles more often. Well, at least when Naomi-san isn't around. 

Hinode: He's also still a little afraid of Yurika-san for obvious reasons, but he's okay with her company as long as he's with Kei-san.

Hinode: He also gets along surprisingly well with Akio-san now.

Hinode: You must be happy to see your little brother making so many friends here.

Miki: Y-yeah..

Miki: "But I'm also tired of them trying to kill him over and over.."

Hinode: Prisoner 008, Maruyama Yurika.

Hinode: It was.. really hard to punish her properly.

Hinode: When she found out about what happened to Shun-san, Naomi-san and Eiko-san, she decided to fight back and threatened to kill Riku and your brother if we did anything to her.

Hinode: .. That didn't work however, since you've knocked her out instantly.

Hinode: You.. are really taking advantage of your status as a guard now, haha..

Miki: .. I know that she's capable of killing Marito. I couldn't just let her do that.

Hinode: You really care about your brother a lot-

Miki: Yes, unlike you.

Hinode: ...

Miki: I'm pretty sure she doesn't know that me and Marito are related though. So why did she-

Hinode: She probably chose him because she noticed how close you two are and because he's the youngest one here.

Hinode: A-anyway, let's watch the recording.

(The recording starts playing)

(Yurika: .. Hey.

Yurika: Where am I?

Yurika: Ugh, did I really get sent to prison or something?

Yurika: Uhh, wait, I was told that if something like this happens, I'll-

Yurika: ...

(sounds of Yurika standing up)

Yurika: You'll never take me alive, losers!

Yurika: Gh-

Yurika: W-what are you-

Miki: Seriously.. Maruyama-san, you're not actually that strong.

Miki: It's easy for you to attack the weak ones, like children and the injured prisoners..

Miki: But what about someone who's stronger than them and can actually put up a fight?

Yurika: ...

Miki: Now, sleep well.)

Hinode: We actually had to take more of her memories later, since she still continued to act.. unstable and she only got better when we took memories of her being "betrayed" by her parents.

Hinode: After that she started to act like a young woman who.. uh.. comes from a quite rich family-

Miki: And who never had to work to make a living.

Miki: It was kind of annoying, but at least she didn't try to kill everyone.

Hinode: It would be nice if we could just leave her like this, but we still need more information from her, so we had to give her her memories back. 

Hinode: She still likes to threaten everyone, but she doesn't actually do anything.

Hinode: It also seems that she's back to being friends with Reina-san.

Hinode: I wonder what made her have this sudden change of heart..

Hinode: .. Prisoner 009, Kuroki Riku.

Hinode: ...

Hinode: Let's watch the recording before I say anything.

(The recording starts playing)

(Riku: .. I hate him.

Riku: I hate him so much, I hate him so much, I hate him so much, I hate him so much..

Riku: I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM!

Riku: I am so done with this.. Why do I still have to spend time with him..

Riku: No.. 

Riku: Why can't I.. leave him already?

Riku: I hate him, right?.. So why can't I just tell him to leave me alone?..

Riku: I don't get it..

Riku: Huh.. I don't think I've seen this place before..

Riku: Well, it doesn't matter.

Riku: As long as he's not here, I'm fine with it.)

Hinode: .. He didn't even notice me.

Hinode: He didn't even notice his own brother, haha..

Hinode: Well, he does have some very strong feelings about Yue, so I shouldn't be surprised.

Miki: ...

Hinode: .. *sighs* I guess we still have to talk about.. that.

Hinode: Shortly after Riku got his memories back..

Hinode: .. He tried to kill or at least hurt himself by putting that hair dye he requested earlier into his tea.

Hinode: Thankfully, he was stopped by Akio-san, who noticed his drink looking strange and asked what was in it. 

Hinode: While Riku was trying to come up with an answer, Akio-san looked closer, remembered Riku's request and realized that it was black hair dye.

Hinode: Riku was mad at Akio-san at first, but now..

Hinode: They get along really well, actually. I rarely see Riku without Akio-san and vice versa.

Hinode: I think it's because deep inside..

Hinode: Riku actually wanted someone to stop him. Maybe he even wanted it to be Akio-san. 

Hinode: Maybe he wanted it to be him so that he could make sure Akio-san is not mad at him and has forgiven him.

Hinode: Riku seems to have become more social again and he spends a lot of time with Akio-san, Kei-san and some other prisoners.

Hinode: And now, finally..

Hinode: Prisoner 010, Himura Reina.

Hinode: She.. completely ignores us now.

Hinode: She said she doesn't care about our opinion anymore and she "has her own plans for this place", whatever that's supposed to mean.

Hinode: However, even though she's so cold now, she seems to have become quite popular among prisoners.

Hinode: She can be often seen with Kei-san, Yurika-san, Akio-san, Riku-san and Asahi-san.

Hinode: Aimi-san, Naomi-san, Shun-san and Eiko-san still avoid her though. I wonder why..

Miki: ...

Miki: I have a bad feeling about her becoming more popular.

Miki: And with these particular people too..

Hinode: Well, it's not like she can do anything to stop us or stop the trial from happening.

Hinode: Okay, that's the end of the report. We really should be more careful this time, now that we know what will happen to everyone after they receive their final verdicts.

Hinode: Are you ready, Miki-san?

Miki: .. I wonder what will happen to us after the third trial is over.

Hinode: W-well, they'll most likely just send us back home.. 

Hinode: Probably.

Miki: Also, where's Eiji-san?

Hinode: I've heard he will join us later, but I'm not sure when exactly. 

Miki: .. Okay.

Miki: *stands up* Let's go, then.

Miki: We can't let ourselves make a wrong choice this time.

Miki: .. Let the third trial begin.

#btw! idk if anyone noticed but when it comes to pre-trial vd images #i use the prisoners' past trial verdicts as main colors but when it comes to their eyes they're still the same colors as. well. their eyes #(but much brighter) #so that it looks like “yeah you voted them like this last time but you can still change your decision” #🎤 voice dramas! 🎤 #🌼guard 002: andou miki 🌼 #❤️‍🩹 guard 003: kuroki hinode ❤️‍🩹 #milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram

[runawaymarbles]

at this point i am simply uninterested in any opinion on a hot-button political topic that treats human beings as a mass of meaningless hypotheticals

#this goes for all of them!!!!!! #some people may die and that is the cost of the economy going #those are real people! #pro life people who shrug off the number of complexities and ways their laws will ruin lives for a nebulous greater good they can't define #pro choice people who groupthink each other into forgetting that a lot of people do want to be pregnant and the loss of a baby is a tragedy #places that don't think accessibility laws should apply to them #people who unironically advocate for murdering billionaires #people who shrug off mass casualty events because they think one side or the other had it coming/is not sympathetic enough #idk I think everyone should spend some time around babies (most future members of some undesierable class or another) #and have a good long think about the work that goes into making a person and the amount of impact people have on the lives of others #and those who haven't or don't know someone who has gone through the loss of a child should really think.about what that is like. #sorry fam im' editing a stillborn shoot and i'm very tired of the internet actually #op

[reliquiaen]

For anyone wondering:

- the eternal wakestone you get for killing the sphinx is VERY misleading, it is a one time use only NOT reusable like the name suggests

- it costs 120k to get it duplicated BUT

- the copy doesn't work

So be careful when you use it. This is not a solution to the dragonsplague, so do watch out for signs that a pawn in your party is sick.

Practice good pawn care and regularly toss them off cliffs or into rivers.

#dragons dogma #dragon's dogma 2 #eternal wakestone #what a horrible name for it #i wonder if its a bug? #or if its a troll name #(the second seems more likely tbh) #good to have #but yeah not a total fix for the plague #was fun to get the plague ngl #i enjoy engaging in mechanics haha #(maybe i let my pawn go on a murder rampage? its what she deserves) #but it does feel sorta pointless #like a punishment for using pawns #which is silly #i get the risk reward of it #but the options are #get some meagre rewards from online pawn swapping #or an entire town dies if you didnt notice the very small detail of red eyes #camp outside which is fun and new and good and helpful #or make a checkpoint save in a city and everyone dies #its so weird #like whatever you do #youre making something harder #maybe thats the point #i redid the sphinx quest like three times #to figure out how the eternal wakestone works #so now i know #personal #dragon's dogma

[leatherbookmark]

an interesting thing abt jgy antis is like. where is the source of their, shall we say, negative opinion of jgy? like, 1. jgy is a villain, he does horrible things with no remorse, he’s willing to do everything to achieve his selfish, egotistical goals. --> 2. the source of this claim: this, this and this scene. --> 3. alright, but to me -- says someone who’s not an anti -- this reads differently. that he did all those things, and did them on purpose and without remorse, is not that obvious to me. why do you think that? --> 4. well, obviously because he’s a villain and does horrible things with no remorse.

like... he’s evil because he does bad things, and he does bad things because he’s evil. i’m interested in how antis came by those opinions, but a, unfortunately i have them all blocked, and b, even if i or someone else made a poll, it wouldn’t be authentic because no sane anti is going to say “well, people hated him and wrote all those things about him on twt, so i started hating him as well”, or “i only care about wgxn, you could sell me anything about other characters if your arguments were convincing enough because i zoned out during the parts when wgxn weren’t on screen/pages of the book”. it’s all “written in the book/shown in the show” and “logical arguments you’d agree with if only you could read”.

#thinking back to my early c/q/l days where i reblogged this dumb ass meta abt how jgy FOR SURE pushed lxc away because he WANTED HIM #to be tormented by uncertainty forever. like 'the worst person you know just saved your life; what now' kinda thing #i was like oh... THIS IS SO RIGHT... because it felt bittersweet and painful and i am Still guilty of accepting/agreeing with headcanons #or interpretations that aren't 100% what i think because i have this ingrained idea that other people are always more mature and #sophisticated and smarter than me and so they Know Better #the person (i think?) later went on to write a meta abt how jgy is a badwrong narcissist. so #(this is also the reason why i spent months praising and getting excited abt a fic where jgy was dating nmj for like a decade despite #not loving him; and why he cheated on him many times with lxc Just Because. i didn't think jgy would do something like that but everyone #else was like omg this is SOOOOO good so i was like shit i guess it is! IT'S SOOOO GOOD OMG;;;;; have i mentioned i have no brain on #my own? yea) #anyway i'm not gonna paint myself as this genius from the first watch because I Too had wgxn goggles fucking ON and didn't even notice #the box hand touch during my first watch. (have i mentioned i am not very smart or observant) and when wwx was whistling ghosts at jgy #and jgy was clearly Going Thru It in the guanyin temple i was like 'haha good for him' #but iirc i Was nonetheless drawn to him (although xy was first <3) and it was like. well he's evilbad but maybe he felt bad when he murdered #his child? --> well maybe he's not 100% evilbad... maybe... --------------> a-yao did nothing wrong and i will kill you if you even suggest #otherwise. (<-- a joke.) #anyway a whole bunch of antis seem like kindasorta stuck in that initial wgxn-centered; everyone else either has 2 personality traits Max #or is either wgxn allies (good) or wgxn Haters (we hates them forever!) just like. unwilling to accept any new viewpoints At All #and then there are Types of those jgy antis because you have people who hate him for Other Reasons and people who hate them because they. #honestly seem like they've only read moralistic books for young children where the brave kind hero is the one you're supposed to cheer for #and want to be like; and the villain has all the traits you're supposed to know are Bad (mean greedy selfish lazy etc) AND NOTHING ELSE. #its like that *man who only saw boss baby watching another movie* damn this is giving me some serious boss baby vibes ! meme #anyway. love it when the tags are 3x longer than the post. cheers #shrimp thoughts

[gemstripe]

Well, I think I have to abandon my durge run and start a new one. I somehow triggered Wyll's dance scene (again in a different playthrough) and I was not intending to have this character romance him and I cannot look at that rejection face again. I took psychic damage the first time 😭

(yes I stopped before interacting with it, booted up my Karlach origin run and continued on with that one where I intend to have her romance Wyll... I have too many playthroughs in their baby stages)

#gem rambles #i dont even know how i did it #i havent had him up like at all this playthrough #tho everyone but him wanted a piece of this durge at the teifling party #(which is weird because i really only had gale astarion and karlach up (very breifly Lae'zel up in karlachs place)) #this playthrough was just me seeing what happened if i got astarion to 100 approval because i havent had it that high before #somehow i have his and gales currently at 100 and karlachs is decently high as well #and this is still a good run btw #we KOed alfira so shed be alive #durge got away with murdering the dragonborn bard #we took out the goblin camp #and i still have nearly 100 approval with astarion into act 2 (as well as gale and Karlach's catching up) #idk what im doing this run tbh. it was kinda a 'i finished the game once time to play more unhinged' moment #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers

[rosecreates]

Raven and Astarion are basically just "Charlatan to Charlatan communication" without either realizing it because neither of them are very open about their pasts at first and in the scenario where Astarion enacts his simple plan on Raven he has no idea he is breaking Rule 0: Don't try to con another conman (or conwoman in this case).

Raven knows exactly what he's doing but she just doesn't tell him she knows until later because the game is fun.

Both of them thought this would stay a game but then they both catch feelings lmao. Absolute losers (affectionate).

#{oc ramblings} #{oc: raven} #ive been thinking more about raven with astarion because like i have major astarion brainrot ofc but like #they're real similar in several ways and i initially thought that would be their downfall as a couple but like whilst it still could be #they both are very capable of immense character development that can have it not end badly #raven already has all kinds of seeds for becoming better and i can imagine astarion would like...not intentionally push her toward that but #see he would encourage her to continue being her chaotic neutral self but i dont think he'd stay silent when he realizes shes being abused #like she keeps her past close to her chest and constantly is like 'oh drow society is just like this its fine' but everyone around her def- #is like '...you know that doesnt mean its ok you got treated the way you were treated right???' #raven wasnt sexually abused like astarion. but she did have to claw her way from the bottom to where she is. she knows extremely well she- #got lucky. and shes continued getting lucky. she's had several attempts on her life and she knows her fate is in her adoptive mom's hands #her adoptive mom could throw her out at any time. kill her even. she acts arrogant and full of herself but she knows the fragile- #foundation she stands on as part of house mizzrym. she already has dealt with lots of judgement from others. jealousy from others #her position is unstable and its also why shes real desperate to cling onto it because if she fucks up she's screwed no matter how talented #she may be. and that sort of thing isnt good for her. the constant worry about losing everything she has if she screws up. #she worked her butt off and still works her butt off to stay where she is but it can all not matter if her adoptive mother decides she's- #not worth shit anymore. even if she's killed countless of her adoptive siblings. even if she passed a test of lolth. #though she's also probably looking for a more stable position in drow society which i think her companion quest will feature her- #being offered the chance for a more stable position. im not sure what position. i originally considered the chosen of lolth but eh #maybe lolth tasked her with murdering her adoptive mother (akordia is her name) to overtake her position? #akordia possibly being the like right-hand woman of the current matron mother (her sister). i dunno. #god i wish drow lore was more centralized NBJFGNKBGF #maybe i'll rewrite the position that raven is in again to make it where she just serves house mizzrym #just. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[labyrynth]

i saw this opinion recently that was like

“jgy was doing horrible irredeemable things and showed no sign of stopping (so huaisang was 100% justified in ruining him)”

except that looking at the handful of events we’re aware of, only two, maybe three are things jin guangshan didn’t order jgy to do…and all of them were years ago.

the first is burning down the brothel. the next one is obviously killing jin guangshan. the last one, if it’s something you choose to believe through the ambiguity (i don’t—more under the cut), is killing rusong.

so even if we assume that IS something that jgy did, that was still something like 6-8yrs before the present.

other than that? jin guangyao’s most notable actions as sect leader and chief cultivator were eliminating corruption, and establishing public safety infrastructure. at some point he cut ties with xue yang, though we don’t know how that happened. we don’t hear about anything else.

so uh…sure. jgy showed “no sign of stopping”…much in same way a sleeping bear shows “no sign of stopping.” yes, theoretically dangerous, but not doing anything right now. and you can’t exactly show that you’re stopping if you’re not going to begin with.

jgy really isn’t a threat until he’s threatened—all of the the individuals that he specifically made the decision to kill were, in some way, threatening his ability to exist. when given the agency to make decisions without endangering himself or his loved ones, he genuinely just chills, or chooses to do good.

if you decide to slap a sleeping bear in the ass, anything the bear does in response is kind of on you.

(more about why i don’t think jgy killed rusong or had him killed below)

the text is super ambiguous about rusong. like we just don’t hear much about him in any context.

estimate for when rusong died:

jgy got married before jin guangshan died, which supposedly was about 11yrs prior. qin su was pregnant at the time they married, so rusong would have been about 11-12 in the present. sect leader yao says that rusong died around when formal education would have begun, so we can assume he was somewhere between 4-6yo. hence, 6-8 years ago.

“i killed my father, my brother, my wife, my son…”

jgy says he killed “his son,” which seems like a clear cut confession, but he also says that he killed “his brother,” and “his wife,” both of which we know are technically false.

zixuan dies onscreen, killed by wen ning as a result of wei wuxian having lost control. jgy did not intend for zixuan to die, nor did he officially kill him, but jgy does still feel responsible. he clearly feels responsible for qin su as well, but quite frankly, i don’t buy the theory that he literally mind controlled her into killing herself (mind control?? really???).

the official story: isn’t it “convenient”

we also know the official story about what happened. many clans were opposed to the watchtowers for a variety of reasons: e.g. they didn’t want to pay for them, didn’t want to staff them, thought that jgy was overstepping by centralizing public safety, thought that jgy was overstepping because jgy was jin guangyao, bastard son of a whore, etc. (the “supervisory office” thing is officially cql only; the reasons above are just the norm in politics). one of the smaller clans was particularly opposed, and had rusong assassinated to send a message to jgy.

sect leader yao also speculates that jgy killed rusong to cover up the fact that his whore-blooded cough i mean his child of incest was “deficient” (you’re not slick, sect leader yao) and then goes off about how “perfectly convenient” it was that the clan that despised jin guangyao and his watchtower plan “just so happened” to attack the son of the guy they more or less wanted dead.

“convenient.” sure. okay.

“it’s the perfect excuse.” yeah. because it probably isn’t an excuse. literally why would “parent murders child because child may potentially possibly struggle with learning & social interaction” be more plausible than “political agent has his political enemy’s son assassinated to send him a message”?

kill sparingly, kill quietly: they should die as they lived.

so the likelihood that rusong was actually assassinated is pretty high, but furthermore, jgy tends to only kill when he feels like he has to, and when jgy killed both jin guangshan and nie mingjue, he specifically used methods that wouldn’t stand out.

jin guangshan, a man with a reputation for his indulgence in sex and alcohol, died from overindulgence during an “orgy”. nie mingjue, a man whose family has a history of qi deviating and dying young, has a qi deviation and dies after many months of clear decline. they died exactly according to the ways that they lived.

most children are not assassinated for political reasons, so we can assume that it drew a LOT of attention at the time, and probably a lot of scrutiny as well. would it have really been worth the risk? worth the attention? worth the grief it caused qin su? we already know that jgy would prefer to spare qin su from bearing unnecessary burdens, so the answer to all of it is “probably not.”

again: there was a fair amount of opposition to jgy’s watchtower plans. framing a clan for the murder of your son WOULD be very efficient in removing that clan as opposition, but that doesn’t do anything about any of the other opposing clans. the benefit is far too small for the cost.

anyway the end

#mdzs #mdzs meta #jin guangyao #mdzs talk #jgy tag #mxtx talk #i just wanted to talk about my little meowmeow as a bit of a palette cleanser #too much discourse about jiang cheng recently and some of it really absurd #but yeah i just saw that take and i was like. what are you talking about. #jgy hasn’t done ANYTHING in YEARS. #he’s been minding his own goddamn business and investing in public infrastructure #it sounds like jgy has been doing a lot more good than nhs has been at the very least #nhs after 13yrs of running his sect’s reputation into the ground: #*resurrects the Biggedt Bad gets multiple sect leaders killed and throws the whole cultivation world into disarray* #nhs: uwu my work here is done. dage you would be so proud of me. i killed that stinky murderer AND everyone he cares about #what have YOU been doing the whole time nhs??? what good have YOU done for ANYONE?? #you helped like TWO people. MAYBE three. AND YOU STILL HAD TO DRIVE SOMEONE TO SUICIDE TO DO IT. #independent of everything else!! #how many problems did you sow and then walk away all ‘well that’s just none of my business uwu’ #YOU MADE A MESS. FIX IT. #god like i love nhs but he’s SUCH a flaky bitch #comes in makes a mess and leaves #smh anyway #some of y’all seem like u watch those horror movies #where the villain is like ‘i have forced you into extenuating circumstances to show you how evil you really are :)’ #and then u walk away like ‘wow…people really ARE evil…that villain was right to put them into extenuating circumstances to show them that.’ #like how do you miss the point THAT badly #anyway i’m done

[andthebeanstalk]

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neither act shall be counted for or against your sins when your soul is weighed against Anubis' feather at the end of your life. The gods have ceased to check our homework, if they ever did at all.

The magic you carry within you is simple but real, as dangerous as it is essential: nothing matters until you decide it does. I will never know your face as well as I know my own. But I carry you in my heart as easy as breathing.

#original #what do i tag this as? #egyptian mythology #brennan lee mulligan #for giving me the quote 'people are the instrument through which the universe cares. if you care then the universe cares. if you don't then #it doesn't.' #reblog within 30 seconds to apply an arbitrary time limit to your actions! no one will know either way! #hi i believe people ought to reblog art they wish to see more of but that a like is still a nice thing to say #but also! it is! your choice! and i fucking hate when posts say you're a BAD PERSON for not reblogging something #i don't fucking care if the post is like 'reblog if you believe puppies shouldn't be murdered!' if it is followed by a guilt trip fuck off #this is my space and i am here to be silly and peaceful in a brutal world and i will do as i please while doing no harm #i also dislike 'reblog in 30 seconds to make something good happen' posts #because i was raised catholic and the idea of being at fault for something good not happening due to my inaction or failure #in regards to arbitrary and impossible to verify rules' was... really fucking bad for me as a kid. #because if those posts DO work (like how prayers are supposed to work) then at what point is it my fault for not doing more??? #bc in Catholic school we were taught very clearly that it is indeed our fault for not doing more at all times bc it is #impossible to be good enough #but I suppose I shouldn't begrudge people their small spells and prayers. #I just don't like when they're directed at me with an imperative statement. #anyway everyone go watch dimension 20 it is a delight

[raven]

looking at the tags on that post about persona 4 like Ladies do not play that game the saddest thing is that it isnt even funny at least not consistently enough to make the pain go away. it's mostly just kanji and he's treated poorly enough that even when he says funny things my soul aches for him. you have to get until late fall for it to be bearable (ha) and have moments that can actually make up for what the game put me through. and after that much of it is still intolerable, there are just moments of brilliance that make you think "wow, maybe this game is good now!" it's such a frustrating experience. and then you get the killer and the third semester of that game is... Fine. it's mostly nothing. just more of the game until the end but you cant even look forward to the payoff of getting the killer

#like the stuff where they are debating the ethics of murder and you see what hurting nanako does to everyone which works bc #they have had so much time with her-- its really good. and i think pretty much everything with adachi is very well done #but the group dynamic is honestly dismal. it kind of works in that i dont.. blame the antagonists.. for hating the world.. but uhh. i think #maybe that was not intentional. obv adachi's misogyny not included but i love that aspect of his character bc like finally. misogyny #is being punished. this has never happened before..!!!! #<- unironically. a breath of fresh air for the game. yessss portray misogyny as bad!! finally!!

[tvxcue]

like theres inevitably going to be comparisons between tgcf and mdzs bc they were written by the same author and mdzs feeds into tgcf and they do have a lot of points of similarity but they’re also so different. and it makes for interesting stories in conversation with each other bc they’re basically inverted.

like they both have the same focus on the main relationship that makes the story revolve around them but the thing abt mdzs is that even though it’s abt wangxian, it’s also not abt them. tgcf is explicitly abt xie lian, the whole story and plot revolves around him not just bc he’s the main character but bc he’s the focal point of the antagonist which is what makes him the main character in the first place. like xie lian isn’t a passive character but he’s not very active in moving the story along, he’s kind of just floating through it while other characters bring him into it. and it culminates with bwx and that entire confrontation but even from xie lian’s first ascension it was all something that was orchestrated for him to respond to.

but with mdzs, yes wangxian are incredibly active characters making all these choices that move them forward in the story but they’re just a footnotes in the novels action. wei wuxian and lan wangji’s story is abt them and their relationship and the bigger plot serves as a backdrop for that. in the drama it is a little different bc the bigger story kind of “clears” wwx’s name and kind of changes things for him in that regard but in the novel, it doesn’t even really do that, it offers questions about morality and righteousness that do change how certain characters feel abt wei wuxian and challenge the structure of the world they live in. in the end, the big confrontation is abt other characters finally revealing themselves while wangxian basically make out in the corner like they don’t give a fuck who killed whose brother! yeah wwx still saves the day but it’s not abt him even though it is quite literally abt him as the main character.

#like they're both abt love and devotion and righteousness and hierarchies and status so they have similar themes but the structures of them #are almost entirely opposite. which is really interesting especially within their genre bc it is all abt the main couple and what that #might obscure does play out in interesting ways a lot of the time. like i do think it can be a flaw sometimes bc things just shift so fast #so you have someone being murdered in the most horrifying way you could imagine one scene and the next is the main couple making out. #a transition that happened in both of the books. but also with mdzs i think it's more effective bc wx aren't the main characters the Plot #even while they're the main characters of the story. so you get all these things going on around them that they're also picking up on and #reacting to and trying to figure out right until the very end. and then they don't really care all that much bc they're being the most #annoying couple you know while they and everyone they know is being held hostage. and in tgcf the bigness of the story is kind of.....too #much sometimes and i do get it's part of the story too bc xie lian is however many years old and hes lived such a long and complicated life #that of course there's going to be so many characters that form a part of it but also. let's calm down a little. but also that just really #works for him as a character! bc it is abt stuff just happening to him and him just kind of. dealing. like the thing with the revenant is #such a good encapsulation of that bc it follows him for like a year i think and he just. doesn't care. he just floats around until it leaves #bc xie lian has just become someone who deals with shit when it comes his way! #speaking #i feel like ive said this before but it's just interesting to me!