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dyns33 · 8 months

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A Silly Dream

Another idiots in love with Morpheus and female reader.

"… What did you just say ?"

Sometimes Y/N forgot that Dream of the Endless wasn't human, and therefore didn't think like a human. He had great difficulty communicating and understanding that there were things he shouldn't say or do if he didn't want to hurt people.

The problem was that even when she remembered that, she also remembered that he was an old being, so normally experienced and wise, the prince of stories and words, who yet kept behaving like a selfish, spoiled child who never learned from his mistakes.

"I just said I couldn't stay long for our meeting."

"No, after that. And, what 'meeting' ? We didn't have an meeting, it was you who came to my place."

"As with Hob Gabling every hundred years, I meet with you once a year, for you to give me your impression of the new dreams and nightmares, and in exchange I let you read an unfinished book from my library. But I am very busy and it will be difficult for me to stay more than an hour today."

He was really telling her that for all this time, more than a hundred years, their relationship was not at all friendly, but hardly professional, a simple obligation, which annoyed him but that he had the kindness to fill in each time ? Oh, Y/N felt really honored at that moment.

"… You're a jerk."

"I beg your pardon ?" wondered Morpheus, visibly very offended.

"I said you're a jerk. It's because of the kiss, right ? It's your way of telling me that I shouldn't have, and that I'm very lucky that you keep coming to see me instead of punishing me ?"

"You know I have to come see you."

"You're a real jerk. Go away, since you're so busy."

His face still impassive, Morpheus stared at her for a long time, as if he still didn't know what he should do, before standing up without saying anything and leaving.

The kiss had been stupid, Y/N agreed to admit it.

It had happened two years ago now, when she had just finished her review of the last nightmare he had created, and Dream was trying to explain to her why she was wrong in her reasoning.

It could have happened much sooner, because her heart had been beating for him and only for him for decades already, but before that day, she had always known how to keep her feelings buried deep inside her.

But this time, without her being able to explain why, while she admired his eyes deep as the ocean, his skin pale as the moon, listening to his lulling voice, Y/N had not thought, and she had kissed him.

Dream of the endless went silent. He had looked at her as if she had just stabbed him, and of course he had left without listening to her excuses, not finishing his sentence, but leaving her a book, because he had only one word.

She had strange dreams after that, where she was in a labyrinth, then in a castle, then in corridors, and always she had the feeling that she was looking for something without really knowing what.

Sometimes she saw Dream, sometimes a cat, and she began to follow him, never being able to catch up with him.

The following year he came back, they didn't talk about what happened, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

It hurt to think that all of this was actually just an obligation for him. Y/N had met Hob several times. She knew that Morpheus was really bad with people, since it had taken him more than half a millennium to admit he had a friend, but she had also heard of his lovers, and so she knew that he was not incapable of feelings.

There had been the secret hope then that he liked her, at least a little. It was over now.

The next year, when he showed up on her doorstep with a book, Y/N wondered if he was more mean than stupid, or the other way around.

"I thought I told you to leave. I know you're terribly busy."

"The competition is indeed quite exhausting, but everyone else has given up for the day."

"Oh, you have a moment for me in your schedule ? Too kind. No, wait, we have a meeting, I forgot. Well, I'm busy. Goodbye."

"You do not want…"

"Bye." she repeated, closing the door in his face without taking the book.

It was the first time she hadn't taken the book. If he wanted to, Dream could have appeared in her apartment, or in her dreams, to scold her and throw the book at her, but he didn't.

Y/N didn't know if she was happy or disappointed.

Meanwhile, the bizarre dreams continued.

This time, she was in the gardens of his castle, in the Dreaming. She knew it, because she had already been there. It was because of this stuff that she felt she was more than an obligation.

There were a lot of people in the gardens, some looking human, some not, and they were all looking for something.

Tired, Y/N decided that this time she didn't feel like running, and she sat down on a bench. A wing sound told her that a little spy had decided to join her.

"They all look ridiculous, don't you think ?"

"I don't know who they are or what they do, but I guess."

"They participate in the competition, of course." Matthew said with a desperate tone. "It's been so long now, what's it been, four years ? Five ? I don't know. Some like you have a point, others are starting to despair a bit. I wish they all despair and stop. The boss is tired."

"… What do you mean by 'I have a point' ?"

"The rules are simple, one kiss, one point. Two kisses, two points. Three kisses, the hand of the Master of dreams. None of them asked for his consent, wicked ones. Neither do you, I'm a bit disappointed, young lady. You're the least bad, but still. He was hurt, that was not good manners."

"Matthew… Matthew, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

The raven looked at her like she was stupid. Then he realized she must be really stupid.

"No… That can't be true ! You two are really the same. Two idiots, you deserve each other ! Idiots ! He was hurt, but happy ! He was waiting for the other kisses during your little dates in the Waking !"

"You're talking about our more or less professional and obligatory meetings that he doesn't have time to go to ?"

"What ? What do you mean by… He said something stupid, right ? Of course he said something stupid. You do stupid things, he says stupid things, when you could just kiss. God damn it ! He was grumpy last year, and sad this year, because he thinks you don't want to compete anymore. But you don't know there's a competition ! And you don't want to see him anymore, not because you don't like him, but because you think he doesn't like you ! Boss ! Boss, you really kill me sometimes !"

Y/N woke up not sure if she had dreamed or not. Of course, she had dreamed, and all dreams were real, but she didn't know if she had talked to Matthew, or if she had dreamed that she was talking to Matthew, which was not the same thing.

In one case, she could continue to hope stupidly. In the other, she was just plain stupid.

She got her answer when she came home from work one evening and found Morpheus on her couch. He looked smaller and more fragile than usual. Tired, as his raven said.

"I thought we already had our meeting this year." she said taking out her jacket, not knowing what she should do, or what he was going to do.

"We didn't. You were busy."

"Ah, yes. That's right. Tea ?"

"No, thank you."

Usually things were very simple. They greeted each other, talked quickly about the past year, then Y/N talked about her dreams and nightmares, saying why she liked them or not.

This time, they said nothing, sitting next to each other. Of course, he had brought a book, placed between them. She didn't know if she should talk about those weird dreams.

It was a new surprise when he spoke first.

"You're near my sister's realm lately."

"Which one ?"

"Despair."

"Oh. How is she ?"

"What do you think ?"

"I don't know, you are not really dreamy yourself. I mean, you are, just when you are not talking. The talking you is a real nightmare. But I meant, how is she, as in is she alright ?"

"I must say that I don't know."

"You should call her to ask, she's your sister. Except if she's a bad sister. I guess it's not my business. How are you ?"

"You never kissed me again. Why ?"

He was back, the child with his big deep eyes, his innocent look and his dangerous words. How could he say such important things without the slightest hesitation ?

Y/N found the courage to meet his gaze after taking a deep breath.

"I don't know. Maybe because you have to come see me, and you clearly didn't like the first time I kissed you."

"I appreciated that. I would have fully appreciated it under other circumstances, but at that moment I thought you were acting like the others, in order to win the competition."

Matthew wasn't wrong, they were both a bit stupid, and mostly unlucky. All of this was mainly a problem of bad timing, and communication. If Y/N had acted sooner, and if Morpheus had known how to talk, there would never have been any problems.

"Following your entry into the competition, I am obliged to join you, in order to give you a chance to steal two more kisses from me, under the same conditions as the first. All the others who succeeded having it done in the Dreaming, I do not have to meet them elsewhere."

"… So you've been obliged for two years. But before too, since you impose one meeting per year."

"I told you, I'm very busy. I wanted to make sure I can see you at least once, as much as possible, so it seemed safer to set a specific date."

Damn, he was a jerk. A lovely jerk, a sweet idiot, a pleasant fool.

"And so… You want to kiss me ?"

"I'm not allowed to give kisses, you have to take them. It's the rule."

"I don't like that rule. I didn't kiss you for that, I should have asked your permission, and I'm not going to do it again, that's wrong."

"So you don't want to kiss me." he whispered, looking disappointed.

"I don't wish to force you. I won't steal another kiss."

"You could ask me."

"And would that change anything ?"

"I can't give kisses, but I can give you permission."

During their little conversation, Matthew had been very clear, clear as he always was and much more than his boss who gave him a headache. Silently, for three years, Morpheus had been patiently waiting for Y/N to kiss him again, silently giving her his consent.

He had been too proud or too stupid to understand that he had to verbalize such things.

"Morpheus, I love you very much and I don't care about this competition, can I kiss you ?"

"You can." he sighed with relief and what looked like a smile.

This kiss was much nicer than the first. Probably because it had been desired for more than two years now. Y/N would have liked it to last forever.

"And… For the third one ? Do I have to wait until next year ?" she asked nervously, keeping her hands on his shoulders, thinking he would leave as soon as she let go.

"You can take as many kisses as you want, my love. You can take everything you want."

"Dream… My Dream…"

It was difficult to know what happened in the Dreaming at this moment. No doubt that Lucienne and Matthew announced to the other participants that they could leave because they had lost. Then the wedding planning began.

Y/N hadn't thought about marriage. She had only thought about Morpheus, silly Morpheus, and all the love she had for him. They would need to discuss all of this. But right now, she was too busy kissing him again and again, and him not devouring her with his endless passion.

"I'm glad it's you." he whispered against her lips. "I have to go now. We'll see each other tonight, I'll wait for you."

Being a man of his word, he left a book on the sofa before disappearing. A love story with a happy ending, maybe because he knew they would be fine, or just because he hoped they would.

Y/N read it before going to sleep to join her future kingdom, and her stupid prince of dreams.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus imagine #morpheus fanfiction

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sophswritingthings · 5 months

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FIFTH PART CUZ I'M IN TRAFFIC AND JM ABOUT TO FUCKING LOSE IT.

Anyways after the reader helps Mizu and shows hospitality she wake up the next day and a random ruffian shows up to her home to rob her and of course Reader holds her weight and fights diligently but the guy she's up against is like Chiaki level strong and she fails to fight by herself.

But allas her knight in shining armor Mizu kills the guy (Specifically beheading him because why not). And after that cues a montage of Mizu and Reader hanging out together and falling in love. 😍😍😍

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): swearing

a/n: PART FIVE BABY HERE WE GO!!!!

summary: after taking in the strange samurai, you wake up the next morning to a man, pushing his way through your door. you hold your own, of course; but he’s too much. thankfully, you have a night in shining armor to protect you.

word count: 1,110 words / 5,890 characters

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you were asleep, so calm, so serene. it was surprisingly you were so calm despite having a strange samurai in your house.

but he hadn’t given you a problem all night; hadn’t stirred, never even made noise. for a strange house guest, he was quite the respectful one.

that’s when you were jerked away; a loud pounding through your door.

you sprung out of bed, grabbing the small knife that was nestled under your pillow. you kept that there just in case anyone.. came for you.

you leapt to your feet. when you made your way out of your bedroom and into the main room, you spotted a man.

he was absolutely ten times your size, and a lot stronger, too. but you weren’t some prissy girl who was gonna back down from a fight.

you leapt at him, barreling him onto his side, you were making slashes down his sides, through his chest.

it didn’t immobilize him, but it sure slowed him down for the time being.

he rolled you over, pinning you to the ground. he raised a katana above your head, ready to stab clean through.

you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for the impact.

slice.

the man stopped moving, dropping the katana on the ground with a loud clank.

it felt beside your head, your breathing heavy as you watched his head fall from his neck and onto the ground. you were splattered with blood.

you wriggled from under his weight, your breathing still heavy as you looked up to see who it was.

mizu. the samurai. of course it was him.

“has he hurt you?”

those were the only words she said, not even taking a minute to acknowledge she’d just cut a man's head off and splattered your house with his blood.

you didn’t answer, to lost in the moment.

she grabbed you by the shoulder.

“snap out of it,” she hissed. “has he hurt you?”

you shook your head ‘no’, gazing at mizu with wide eyes.

“you saved me,” you huffed. “why in hell did you save me? i threatened to kill you, just yesterday!”

“you didn’t, though. here I am, standing in your house, under your hospitality,” mizu narrowed her eyes. “the least I could do is not let you die.”

you nod a little.

“thank you,” you bow your head in respect. “thank you.”

she nods solemnly, bowing her head just as you did. she stood up, sheathing her sword back in its scabbard.

“my house is drenched in blood now, though,” you gather yourself to your feet. your white flowers were now drenched in the blood of your pursuer.

she sighs, “I will help you clean,” she chuckles a little. “it is my fault that your house smells of the rotten blood of this man.”

you laugh back, “thanks,” you murmur.

she takes off her hat and glasses, placing them to the side. by doing so, it revealed those ocean blue eyes. they matched his name, didn’t they?

you grabbed rags, passing one to mizu before you began to clean up the dirty blood of this man.

long before you knew it—it had been weeks since she had left.

you had serviced the samurai in your keep longer than you had expected to.

you learned of her. you learned of her quest; that she in fact was not a man. Instead, a woman, masking herself as a man to complete said quest.

and you were certainly catching feelings for her, woman or not. “demon” or not.

one day you had been cooking; making noodles for the two of you to sit down and eat. she had been out, collecting herbs for you—when she had stumbled in. she had the herbs; but she was also covered in blood.

you had gone into full panic. what in the world had she gotten herself into?

whatever, that didn’t matter.

you had patched her up; rubbing her face of blood gently with a warm rag.

that’s when your eyes locked for the first time; holding that gaze maybe longer than you should have.

you were pretty sure that’s when you first fell for her; looking into the beautiful blue eyes as you cleaned her bloody face.

and the time that she had been cooking with you, and you had accidentally spilled noddles all over her garment.

you had both thought it was absolutely hilarious; the warrior covered in the noddles, herbs and spices that her hostess had been cooking up for her.

and the other time she had found you crying late at night, nestled in your bed. you had been looking over old letters from your family; why you did that to yourself, causing yourself that pain, she didn’t know.

but she had comforted you through it regardless. rubbing your back and keeping you close as you cried, letting all those pent up emotions out.

and here she was; still staying with you, it had been two months now.

you were both smitten for each other. but you'd die before you admitted it.

you were staring up at the sparkling sky, watching the constellations turn around the world.

you would keep glancing at her. she was more beautiful to you than any star the sky could offer you.

so badly did you want to tell her your feelings. but you had no idea if she would even reciprocate; but you really wanted to try.

maybe words wasn’t the way to go..

you gently slid your hand closer to hers, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you did so. your face was on fire.

your fingertips brushed hers, which finally got her attention. you were sitting on the small rattan stairs to your cabin, your legs gently touching.

she glanced at you, her eyes wide as she did so. but she didn’t slide her hand away; if anything, she slid it closer.

you wrapped your fingers around hers, smiling softly. the warmth was nice. god, it was so nice.

she rubbed her thumb atop of your knuckles.

she smiled. it was tender. it was warm; it was… loving. It was something you had never seen from the samurai in the months you had been with her.

you leant in, your breath shuddering as your lips inched closer to hers. though it was her who closed the gap, her hand gently rested on the back of your neck.

you let you lips linger on hers for a moment; the feeling was soft and warm, something you had never felt before.

you pulled back, letting your forehead press against hers.

the start to a love; to a beautiful, blossoming love.

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#mizu #mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #ask #asked and answered #request #fic request #fanfic #fic #fanfiction

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mari-lair · 3 months

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the recent chapter was decent, but when I realised akane wasn't the yoshiro after convincing myself he was for a month i had to close the tab stare at the ground and like. process for a few seconds. how i wish he had been... i did enjoy mirai trying to save his life though, and teru recognising that they hadn't been going to their full strength because maybe they didn't care about the yoshiro, because as you said, they had been presented at a higher level and we didn't see that in chapter 109

I always had doubts about him being the Yorishiro, with Akane having 2 bodies and the supernatural one already being stabbed in the chest before, so even that reveal was more of a "oh, okay. Makes sense" feeling.

It's... kind of sad... my experience with this chapter. With this arc.

The only thing I like is Mirai saving Akane, and how rich with character quirks, values, and experiences, Akane's fight with Tsukasa is, it goes beyond just his judo skills (and Elise will talk about it when she has the time) But I'll be honest, I have no hope for this arc, no wish to think about it and theorize it or anything.

I am here for terukaneaoi and the way Aoi hasn't shown up even as a small panel since the clock was frozen is... very telling... Akane's 'betrayal' with Teru also saddens me, for the more I look at it, the more clear it becomes that it is a tool, not a conflict they planned as a means to clash ideals, learn more about each other, or strengthen/restructure bonds (like Aoikane in chap 69 or Kou and Teru in chap 87). When Aidairo does want to create character conflict, they are amazing at it! Which makes Akane and teru feel... that much weirder.

I never expected Teru to jump and try to help Akane, he is handcuffed and without his sword, but I did expect him to have some kind of thought about the situation while he watched Akane be beaten up in front of him.

We get no reaction panel about what he thought of the fight. At all. Akane isn't in immediate danger when we do see his thoughts but it still feels... Strange to frame chapter 108 in a way that highlights how much Akane's betrayal affects Teru on a personal level, to make chap 109's gag revolve around Teru being THAT angry with Akane and then... Make Teru not spare Akane a single thought.

Teru even takes into consideration Nene's lifespan, but absolutely nothing about Akane. No cursing him. No "oh he did almost die like I wished for, idk how to feel a bout that". No "it feels strange to not be able to do anything, just watch". No, "I guess he is a clock keeper not the boy i thought I knew". No "i'm glad he is not dead". Not even "he should have died", as cruel as it sounds, it would still make way more sense than just... Nothing.

He doesn't even refer to Akane by name.

Teru is someone who has taken things personally since his very introduction, unused to change and prioritizing his relationships over his duties (not exorcising Hanako so Kou doesn't get mad at him. Putting the intire school at risk cause Tiara wanted him to clean up a mokke in chap 39. Letting Akane punch him in chap 71, etc-)

He is pathetic and unexperienced when he takes things personally, he wants to be reliable and admired, he doesn't know how to handle not getting what he wants (especially with Akane, who always obeys). Even when he tries to be detached his pathetic nature still show up. It had been consistent.

But the guy that locked himself in his bedroom and hid under the covers for a whole day after his fight with Kou seemingly got over Akane betraying him in what must have been 1 hour without talking about it ? I know Akane is not as important to Teru as his family but it's insane that he got over it without even thinking about it or being able to move in any way to let his frustrations out.

The worst part is that even when I suspend my disbelief and go along with the idea that Teru "isn't taking things personally anymore and is in professional mode cause the situation is dire!" it still makes no sense.

Akane's betrayal should have filled his head with questions about the situation, about what changed, but Teru never even tried to connect his vague talk with Akane with the clock keepers seemingly being nerfed.

Why 'now?' feels like an important question. One that should stick, but Teru ignores it.

Which again. Goes agaisnt what is established of his opinion of Akane.

Why would he neglect the words of a colleague he considers wise? Of someone he is treating as fully part of the clock keepers now? Someone he always wanted to hear his opinions before even in his 'professional and smart' mode? Someone whose opinions we have been told he doesn't dismiss even when what Akane says clashes with his upbringing as an exorcist? I am just supposed to assume he is treating Akane as any other supernatural now? Is the betrayal an insta 'everything that has been established no longer applies' free card...?

So yeah, sure... This is a big improvement from chapter 109 but it has the same core problem as chapter 109, at least to me: Aidairo has no interest in exploring Teru as a character in this arc. Aidairo wants the spotlight fully on the broadcasting club, and they will tweak his character whenever it's convenient to set the stage. Just like Nene had turned into a kid with minimal agency, Teru has become a presence that doesn't ask questions, unless said questions will move the plot.

Feelings will also be reduced to what moves the plot, we don't need to know how he feels about being in a position with no power, no sword, and minimal knowledge for the first time in this manga. There is so much they can explore completely disconnected from Akane, despite putting a spotlight on their relationship in chap 108, but there is nothing for Teru's character.

Even when Tsukasa points at Nene, whom he isn't angry at, he has no reaction. He does not care about this guy targeting the little baby girl after witnessing Akane be dragged on the floor.

Of course he doesn't. This isn't about him, is a Hanako set up, Teru can't have even a panel of spotlight on him that is about his character, can't bring attention to his fall out with Akane, less the reader get any expectative from it, or take space in a manga that currently isn't about him.

Teru is a tool first, and a character second in this arc. Chapter 109 stuck him in a dumb gag box. Chapter 110 stuck him in a smart guy exposition box. His personality is picked apart when it is convenient not when it makes sense for a character that has been molded for 100 chapters.

I don't care about this plot. I care about my favorite characters, and how they would react to the circumstances the plot been put on. That's my priority. It isn't Aidairo's. Even if Teru does have a relevant role later, it's still clear that exploring his character isn't Aidairo's priority in this arc.

I told chapter 109 to make me care about the arc, and chapter 110 is way better but not enough to make me care. Which is very sad, I wish it did :(

...This was already a depressing enough answer as it is, I don't want to talk about it.

#i hate being so pessimistic about two chapters in a roll #minamoto teru #tbhk #tbhk 110 #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun

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sizzlinbaconpeach · 4 months

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Melded Memories

Just a Valenfield fanfic that has been sitting in my drafts for probably close to a year. I thought I'd share.

There was something cathartic about watching the flames envelop and scorch the pictures. It was slowly becoming easier to let go. He wasn't sure if it was the campfire smoke or the memories that stung at his eyes more, but he knew that either way, he was thankful the darkness of night and the campfire smoke obscured him from everything - like he only existed in this small bubble of light radiating from the logs - that now helped him erase and ease the pang in his heart.

He plucked another photo from the top of the opened box and paused to glance at it, the flames in his periphery trying to lick it out of his hand.

A small smile curled his lip as he gazed at their faces, the picture emanating pride and happiness from a moment in the past. But that's what photographs are - a frozen memory, a momentary clip of time that can never be reclaimed or changed. Only destroyed, so that memory might fade into the folds of obscurity, becoming harder to resurface in your mind the farther in time it travels. Isn't that what he was seeking? Didn't he want to forget it all? So why did he hesitate?

His thumb grazed over the photo, it was a rare relic before Raccoon City's destruction. He just so happened to have it developed before he left for Europe. And he's kept it ever since. But it was time to let go, time to let her go. He allowed himself to steal one final glance, to retreat into those memories just once more. They were both so young and had won the Skeet Shooting Competition as a team, together, just like they had always done. It had been her first time demonstrating all she had learned after their multiple lessons together at the shooting range.

He was initially doubtful if he could really teach her anything, as something like improved marksmanship usually came with practice. But he would have been a fool to turn down the opportunity to spend time with a pretty woman who was interested in something that he was good at. Great at, really. So when she mentioned that she was frustrated with her poor aim, the words just fell out of his mouth to invite her to the shooting range. He half said it because he never thought she would actually listen to his silly suggestion. But she accepted, was even eager and excited, which made him beam like an idiot. Those smiles seemed so mockingly optimistic now.

An intense guilt gnawed at his stomach; regret and deep sadness followed. He was naive to think they could walk away unscathed from this job. And stupid to believe he could protect her from it.

"Jill, stop!"

The awful reality replayed over and over again, like it was stuck on repeat. The pressure of her kick against his chest was fresh in his mind, like he could feel it ripple through him, clattering his insides around.

"I'm not going to hurt you!"

But that didn't mean she would do the same. With her weight against him, pinning him to the ground, and hands firmly clasped against his throat, he locked eyes with her. Eyes that were spilling over with emotion.

It was too much. For a brief moment he wanted to let her win, he wanted her to be able to rid herself of that tormented echo. Let her falling tears stab him like knives so that she didn't have to suffer anymore. But as he looked at her face, her twisted and crying face, he couldn't let this strip away another piece of her. He managed to break her grip, quickly flipped her off of him, and rushed for the door as it slammed shut between them. He could hear her thrashing around on the other side, that echo still driving her into a frenzy.

"I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do, Chris. Jill is not the same after everything she's been through. I - I think it best if you two... didn't see each other anymore."

"Where is Chris? Where is he? Is he okay? I want to see him! Please!"

"Jill, I want you to take some deep breaths. We just have to get the i.v. back in." The nurse tried to calm her with a firm but warm voice.

She saw the thick trail of blood running down the length of her arm, her palm tainted with the red blotchy stain. Her fingers felt sickly wet and uncomfortably sticky. Not again. She looked to the floor and saw the red drops leading to marks on the ground, that were smears of an indicated struggle. Please not again.

Her mind felt like it was on fire, in a daze and thick with a burning smoke. Her head was so heavy she barely had the energy to raise it. Her eyes felt like they wanted to retreat back into her head to try and find relief from the ache all over her body, but there was no relief. More tears fell out of her eyes as the needle pierced her skin.

"I'm not just going to give up on her like that!"

"No one is suggesting that she is a lost cause. Just... just that she needs -- distance. Your presence seems to be a catalyst to her worst symptoms. There has been an obvious pattern. We feel it would be best for the safety of yourself, Jill and all staff, if you refrained from seeing her until we can come to a better solution."

Those words were perhaps what he needed to hear, no matter how difficult. He would do anything to help Jill in whatever way he could. Like travel half way across the globe to fight through countless abominations to find her, with the scars to prove it, just as he had done in Africa. Scars. Just like he had done when pulled that torturous device off her chest. He would do anything, right? Even if it meant... Were the doctors words the truth? Was he the catalyst?

"Chris! Don't --!"

He loved the sound of her laugh.

I can’t--! Don’t say another word!"

He watched as her head went back in amusement. She tightly gripped his arm, which she only did when he said something to really make her lose herself. They always created a symphony of joy together - something that was needed every now and again to balance the stress of what they were doing - much to the annoyance of some co-workers. Their laughs used to even have Wesker threaten to move their desks. They were always a great source of relief for each other.

Could he go back to those long days of not hearing her voice? Or those restless nights with her whisper in the wind? He closed his eyes tight and rubbed them, his grip firmly stopping at the bridge of his nose. At least this time he knows that she is alive. Or is she?

Her pale skin and lackluster eyes tried so hard to show how resilient she was, tried in vain to put up a strong front. But Chris knew. She couldn't hide that from him, despite her best efforts. He could see that what she had endured had worn her down, taken pieces of her that she would never get back. There was a deep ache in his heart. And it burned Chris alive. It burned in his stomach. And it burned the back of his throat when he thought about it long enough. Knowing there was little to nothing he could do to help ease her struggle. Swallowing hard knowing he was the reason for it.

Chris gripped the armrest of the chair, turning his face toward the window, not able to make eye contact with the doctor who was so patiently waiting for a response. The sound of strained wood snapped in his ears.

"For her."

He watched as their faces bubbled and morphed, melting into monstrous tortured expressions, until the flames only left a gaping hole of nothingness. Something he felt was closer to the truth. How cruel fate can be. How much this job had taken from them. They would never be their plucky, rambunctious, adventurous, and wide eyed selves again.

The big crackles of the fire reminded him of the sound of gunfire.

"I can see their faces, Chris."

The phone startled him from his sleep - something he was thankful he finally slipped into. He glanced at the clock, the neon numbers reading back 1:12am. A sigh escaped his throat. 2 hours. He was finally able to sleep for 2 hours. He reached over and picked up the receiver, covering his eyes with his other hand. Was Forest drunk again?

Chris caught himself as he responded with a hello. It couldn't have been Forest. He was lost that awful, awful night. A night that stole the rest of Chris' nights away.

"Are you alright?" He shot up in bed, even he could hear his immense concern.

"Yeah, yeah, of course. I'll be right over." He fumbled to grab an over shirt and his keys, "keep the light on, it helps. I should be there in 10 minutes."

He quickly gave himself a once over in the mirror, attempting to fix the hair that decided to stand at attention in his sleep. He quickly tied up his sneakers and headed out the door.

He practically ran to her apartment, wanting to shorten the, at the time, unbearable separation. What a fool he was to think those 10 minutes felt like the longest he had ever experienced in his life.

"I'm so sorry. I know - I know it's already so late --" She started as soon as she opened her door. Her eyes looked red and puffy, like she had been crying.

As he walked in, every single light was turned on in her small apartment. The bathroom light with the fan whirred in the background, the fluorescent buzzed overhead, and even the TV was turned on but muted.

He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "hey, hey. It's okay. I was already awake."

"I didn't know who else to call..."

Chris' voice was soft, "don't worry. Here, sit down." He pulled one of her kitchen chairs out.

"I - I..." she sighed as she tried to piece herself together, "I just couldn't. I can't anymore. You know what I mean?"

He took the seat next to her, "well, yeah, as soon as you tell me."

That got a smile out of her as she dipped her head down. A hand coming up to her forehead.

"I know, I must sound so jumbled right now, I'm sorry."

He glanced at her shaking hand and reached out to rest his own on her arm,

"it's okay. Take your time."

Jill's big blue eyes shined with gratitude, as if a giant weight was lifted from her shoulders, "thank you. Thank you for coming." Her voice was a little shaky.

He gently squeezed her arm with a smile then looked around, "I see you took my advice. Though the electric bill will kill ya."

"Oh yeah?" she smiled and then sighed with relief, "but you're right. It does help."

"Yeah." He didn't mean for his response to sound so resounding in it's understanding, but maybe that would comfort her more. To know that she wasn't the only one who was afraid of the shadows and the haunting darkness of night.

His eyes weren't fixed on anything in particular but the images in his own mind, "sometimes the rain makes it worse..."

"Yeah..." He could see a chill run up her spine. "I can see their faces, Chris."

"Me too." He scooted his chair over next to hers as he wrapped his arms around her, "I see them, too. You're not alone, Jill." There was a slight break in his voice.

"Don't be upset, Chris."

She had passed out on their weekly run together. She had insisted on going, even though Chris had his doubts that morning. She looked pale, even paler than normal if that were possible. He tried to assure her and persuade her to do their exercises another day, but she could not be deterred. So he tried to adjust his pace, and she was able to maintain that for a while, but he started to notice her breathing becoming really labored, so he suggested going into the park to do some squats. She was barely able to get out her feigned 'I'm fine', before Chris could see what was about to happen. He was thankful he was standing right next to her to catch her fall.

"How long was I out?"

"About half an hour."

Jill somewhat rolled her eyes as she turned her head away with a heavy sigh, the hospital grade pillow under her head made a noise as the crisp linen rubbed against itself. She was clearly struggling with her new limitations and it frustrated her to no end.

"It's getting longer..." she softly added with a sad voice.

"What do you mean?" Chris crossed his arms over his chest while tilting his head to intently listen.

Jill continued to stare up at the ceiling, there was a depression to her voice, "the time. How long I'm out. It's getting longer."

"You've passed out multiple times?" Chris thought he sounded more like a father scolding his rebellious teenager.

She didn't respond. Just continued to presumably stare at nothing, or maybe it was because she didn't want to meet his eye. But her brows were knitted in what looked to be annoyance.

"Jill, why didn't you tell me?" His hands returned to the arms of the chair as he leaned in. He didn't think he did a good job of masking the anger in his voice. It hurt him that she didn't share that with him. And her response was sharp.

"I didn't think it mattered!" She sat up to finally meet his gaze.

"Didn't matter --?"

"I didn't want to be back here! I didn't want to be stuck in a stupid lab like I had been for years!" Her voice was raw, like admitting that broke a piece of her.

Chris fell silent. All words escaped his mind as none would be sufficient enough to ease that truth. He stared at her for a moment before casting his eyes to the floor.

"It should be me laying there. This never should have been placed on you..." His gaze became fuzzy as he continued to look down.

That's all I have - just a hodgepodge of slop. Just a bunch of fanficiton Valenfield love. I had a vague idea of what I wanted to write but then I always get side-tracked and/or forget what my original intention was, haha. Sorry - hopefully you can enjoy this scatterbrained mess!

#this story is hop hop hopping around XD #still love these two #just forever partners supporting each other <3 #thought I'd add some art too!#fanfiction

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 1 year

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Why so blue

Prologue, one, two, three, four

Chapter 5

We gonna start making friendship bracelets or not?

(probably noticed but i'm the only one proof reading this and I have very little vision left! though considering that i think im doing a pretty good job but sorry for any misspellings or grammatical errors)

also i swear more Quaritch content is coming but this is a slow burn, and we're not even simmering yet

You gave up after five fish. You'd been trying to let Lyle catch at least one before you headed back but the sun was dipping low and he was hopeless.

"We're done." You smiled over at him. He pouted and looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Aww come on I'm this close!"

"This close to stabbing your own foot. We have plenty, thank the water for a feast and move on."

"Whatever" Lyle scowled as he passed you, knocking roughly against your shoulder as he passed. You had forgotten for a moment what he was. This was a recom, a demon soul in false flesh. You felt stupid for letting yourself have fun with him, he didn't respect the life around him. No wonder he'd done so poorly fishing, the water itself knew not to let him succeed, perhaps it hoped he'd starve. You said you're prayer over the fish, Spider by your side echoing your words. It warmed you to see him like this.

When he'd joined you on his first trip past the camp into the forests to search for medicine plants, he'd been so eager to learn. He followed in your footsteps and took on all the wisdom you offered. He had been upset to find out he'd never connect to the spirit tree like the other children had but you'd shown him the way he could still feel the life of the planet. It was in the food and drink that nourished him, in the shelter the canopies provided and when he died his own flesh would nourish the land in turn. He'd not been as enthusiastic about that last part but seemed to resign himself. On quiet nights he'd even whisper about moments he swore he could feel the breathe of Eywa through the trees.

You headed over to the fire and to Quaritch. He seemed distracted when you presented the fish, passing them off quickly and making some jeer about your ability. You waited a moment but he seemed lost in thought and did not re cuff you, nor did he take your blade. Deciding to let this last as long as possible you moved to sit on Spider's other side, giving yourself space between you and your sons father.

He bothered you a lot. He was clearly a powerful man, a leader and a fighter. He also seemed no stranger to cruelty, though you'd not have guessed that if you had only seen the way he was with Spider. He regarded him fondly, even now absentmindedly leaning gently against him. You didn't like it, you were starting to smell him on your Spider. It felt wrong for his scent to be mixed with Spider's and your own. That kind of thing should be reserved for kin or at least mates.

You were startled out of thought when Zdog sat on your other side. She didn't acknowledge you, too busy picking at a chunk of wood with her knife. It looked like some kind of creature, large body with small ears and big claws, all be it crudely carved so you weren't sure. The knife she used was clearly far to big for such a craft, over half the length of her forearm and with a serrated edge. It was expertly crafted you had to admit, the smooth black material wasn't like anything you'd seen before.

Mansk approached with the cooked fish, Spider took his and you had to catch yours as he scurried away. He looked between you and Quaritch, ears tipped and tail whipping. You wondered why he was so agitated, though Quaritch's dark expression maybe frightened him too. You turned your gaze away from him again, desperate for anything to focus on instead of his burning eyes glowing in the fire light.

Zdog's arms caught your attention. Swirling colourful tattoos traced from her shoulders down onto her hands. Each knuckle even had a small shape etched just bellow it on her fingers. You'd seen elders of your people get them done, for your kind it was a way of preserving memories and stories but they'd always been done in purely black inks.

"You gotta problem?" You looked up to see Zdog scowling at you. You panicked, you didn't want her drawing Quaritch's attention to you and you didn't want to break your word to Spider. Shakily you decided it'd be best to respond.

"They're incredible" you gestured, hoping the compliment would ease her. To your relief it seemed to, her frown lessened and she let out a humorless laugh.

"Thought when I woke up like this I thought I might have finally ridden myself of this one" She lifted her shirt revealing a fish like creature over her belly button. "Though maybe I should be more annoyed that some asshole back home redid my tramp stamp"

She'd lost you at the end there but you just nodded. Hoping to appease her.

"hey let me see that." Before you could protest She'd reached over and unsheathed the knife from its holster on your chest.

"Damn! Been a while since I've seen your kinds handy work up close. Kinda pretty for a blade? Any good?" She held your blade up to the fire, admiring the opalescent blade and carved handle.

"It was my teachers, it's for craft so it's not so durable." You worried as she held it. This was one of the few things of home you had. Lyle still had everything else in your late mothers satchel. Your tail thrashed behind you as you fidgeted. Zdog ran a finger down the side, poking the notch you used to cut thread.

"ahh no good for this then" She tossed you her carving, keeping hold of your blade. You caught it but figured you were unlikely to get your knife back now.

"I don't recognize it, nor the other animals tattooed on you" Zdogs ears perked up and she smiled a toothy grin.

"These are animals from Earth! Long extinct but my Dad took me to the clone zoos to see a real bear" her tone boastful.

She pointed at her carving, something in her expression had softened recalling her own father. It felt to far to intimate for you now, she was not your friend, just another demon. You turned your attention to the fish and began eating. She'd so casually mention that these animals were long gone but still wanted to preserve them? How could they live in such a world were entire species died. Though you thought some must have cared, why else would they try to bring them back. The humans must be a deeply regretful people, perhaps they felt guilty for killing their mother Earth.

Zdog continued your light conversation throughout the meal, seeming undeterred by you short responses, happy to carry the conversation. You discovered that colourful dyes were common amongst their people and that tattoos held different meanings depending on the individual. Her's were done to spite her elders. She'd also tossed your knife back after eating, complaining it was too small and pathetic for her. You gladly returned it to your holster and sighed stretching out. Quaritch approached as the group began to setting for the night. He knelt in front of you, your breathe hitched as he held your gaze. Suddenly he was grabbing your wrists roughly to recuff them.

"incase you get any ideas about wandering off" he'd drawled out focusing intently on your face. You couldn't respond, your throat had become so tight you couldn't even swallow. He turned first, standing and swaggering away. You let out the breathe you didn't realize you'd been holding in. Spider laid a warm hand on your forearm, helping you up and over to where he'd chosen to rest.

Sleep wouldn't come for some hours. You lay near Spider, your back to the mountains and the recoms all in front of you. Quaritch hadn't said a word to you since cuffing you but continued a close watch and choosing to rest on Spider's other side. You'd tried to keep your eyes focused on Spider and his soft snores, then you'd tried to watch the recoms. Zdog snored, Mansk seemed to keep twitching, where as Lyle might have died for how still he seemed. Eventually you decided to just turn over and stare up into the stars. You could still feel his gaze on you but could no longer see him in the peripherals. Out there was his star, Jake had pointed it out years back but you couldn't recall which one. How strange it must be, to be so far from home.

The next morning you were uncuffed. Quaritch had gripped you elbow tightly.

"Stay close"

The group began the assent. Spider nimbly climbing up, shouting mockery down at the recoms bellow. Quaritch had demanded you keep to the middle of the pack. He and Zdog climbed above and Mansk and Lyle bellow.

"Wow, what a view" Lyle spoke bellow you, you'd looked down only to find him staring back up at you. Your face flared and you turned back to climbing. Disgusted you wished you could hit him, but you were playing nice so you were left to stew in your growing hatred for this demon in particular. Maybe you could knock a rock loose above his big bald head.

Your arms began to feel heavy and burned with exertion. You imagined the demons felt worse than you, you were far more experienced at this, this thought amused you. You'd have reached the nests by now if you weren't pacing with them. A few pebbles bounced off your head before you heard a scream. Above you Zdog had pulled on a loose vine and was now tumbling down unable to grab hold of anything. Before she could wiz past you, you extended your arms out, locking your knees around the vines and managed to grip her wrists. Your arms felt like they'd pop out the sockets when you stopped her fall, she loosely hung from you. Her hands gripped your forearms tightly as she looked up, pupils like pinpricks she looked terrified. You smiled down at her, hoping to reassure her. You'd kept your legs wrapped around your own vines and using your core you began to swing her.

"Grab the ledge" You shouted down to her. She nodded quickly and helped swing you both using her legs. When her body got close enough she hooked her thighs around the plant life then letting go one hand at a time grabbed onto the rock ledge. You pulled up quickly so the momentum didn't smash you against the cliff side she held onto.

"Jesus Christ!" Lyle exclaimed for bellow. You looked up to Quaritch. His face was pale but his expression unreadable. Spider gave you a thumbs up, looking relieved, before continuing the climb.

Zdog climbed over towards you as soon as she could. Then just above you the rest of the way, looking down to you frequently and very carefully tugging plants before using them to climb further. When you reached the summit she pulled you up and into a tight hug. You froze, unable to fully comprehend what was happening. She pulled back, eyes just a little glassy in the fading light.

"Thanks" She smiled wide, her expression soft and sincere.

"Anytime" you responded, still dazed and confused feeling. She moved quickly away from the edge, lightly pulling you along with her, to be as far from any edge as possible. The top of this floating rock was wide enough not to cause concern for falling but you didn't say anything to Zdog. Quaritch watched you both, you were still unsure of his expression but you'd decided it was somewhere between appreciation and anger. He confused you greatly, his attitude to you made no sense. When he'd captured you he wanted to keep you, but then seemed angry to have you around. You wanted to know what his problem with you was, if you were such a problem why didn't he just kill you or let you go. If he wanted you here, then why? They had Spider's cooperation before you'd turned up, what purpose did he have for you. Part of you didn't want to know, even if it would clear your mind it couldn't be good.

Zdog sat with you the whole evening, hissing at Lyle when he'd made some comment on your figure. You felt at ease with her, she seemed to have decided you were her friend now and you wondered if it was really such a bad thing to befriend these people? Maybe Spider's plan wasn't so foolish, befriend them, show them your worlds beauty and turn an enemy into an ally, After all humans had been made to see the way before.

#quaritch x you #miles quaritch x oc #quaritch x reader #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #avatar imagine #avatar #zdog #lyle wainfleet #mansk #my posts #my fics #why so blue

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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No, but Battinson and Simon "Ghost" Riley? Copy and paste. Emo in italics vs Emo in Bold.

For my " Alfred trained Ghost at some point and of course Bruce grows up with an annoying ass older brother" agenda.

I'm sorry, but I simply can't help but drool and cry and scream over Clark visiting the manor because Bruce demanded to keep traction of his powers, -

(translation: Bruce is worried and wants to offer healthcare to the indestructible Kryptonian in the best way he knows how)

-, and look. He can't exactly HELP peeking through privacy. But, honestly? A part of him feels like it's better.

He hasn't felt an ounce of awkwardness around Damian ever since he heard that " how to make friends" tutorial from his room. It's easier to make eye contact with Jason when Clark knows he cries at Little Women. (He gets it. He does, too.)

And Tim can't really intimidate him like he used to now that Clark knows he needs a tutorial on how to grill cheese.

He likes it. Its not a bridge, not quite yet, but it IS a foundation.

One thing IS curious, thought. Alfred.

Alfred, whose warm voice is very comforting, like a spoon of sugar In a cup of mint tea,

" I don't suppose you'll be visiting soon, love?"

There's one detail that actually MAKES Clark want to listen. He didn't know Alfred's accent had a twang of Manchester to it.

But it's the voice on the other line, - gruff, grainy but pleasant, deep and whispery, - that stirs his curiosity,

" Don't tell me Bambi's dyin' to see me?"

Bambi?

" He specifically instructed me not to invite you again, actually. He's never quite recovered from that tea bag incident."

Faint gun sounds. Then a deep, chilling silence, " Ain't my fault no one thought 'em street combat. Soap says hi, by the way. Price still waitin' on that dinner date."

" Tell him to come here and get it. If he dares. And bring John at once! This silent pining of yours won't get you anywhere."

A pause, in which Clark feels an invisible pressure settle over him. He feels cornered. It's foreign, and nasty, on the wrong side of admiration.

" ...I'll see you in a blink, Pop."

" See you then, love."

When Bruce comes back, elegant, dainty, violence stained hands full with sweet treats Clark has no taste for, entirely for him only, he burns to ask about this mystery son.

But then again, it's really funny seeing Bruce on the receiving end of being investigated. He has no clue how Clark finds these things out, putting Superman above petty things like eavesdropping.

Clark Kent, however, won't bother. It's way too much fun.

If he had half a mind to ask, then maybe future Clark would know how to prepare for Simon "Ghost - AKA Bruce Wayne's Tank Older Brother " Riley better.

Why Am I looking up why am I looking up why am I looking, -

"You're hard to kill."

" ...Thank you."

" It's not a compliment. "

Bruce pouts, - and a fragment of Clark, who's currently doing his best not to hide behind his cape like an overfed 6 year old (because good lord, that mask), is endeared.

It's nice to see Bruce like this, - grumpy but relaxed and filled with loving annoyance. " This could've been a Facebook message."

Ghost shrugs, big hand messing up Bruce's hair, all bored and affectionate, " We celebratin' Jay's 9th birthday, don't we? Can't do that over call."

" Jay is 23."

Ghost shrugs, " I stopped counting after Dick, Bambi."

That...Was adorable. In a messed up, way too accurate manner.

"Besides," And Jason clearly learned " stabs you with a single stare" from the right person, " I heard it's open season in Gotham."

Clark gulps behind his smile.

#if dc refuses to give bruce cool older siblings guess what???? i will #clark kent #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #simon ghost riley #simon riley #dc x cod #cod mw2 #batfam #batfamily #protective simon riley #soft bruce wayne #superbat

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acourtofthought · 7 months

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Honestly I hope Elucien is next so we can finally get the E/riel's off our backs (and hopefully out of the fandom since they're sOoOoOo against it) for good. Idk if I can do another 2+ years of discourse this intense kgjdn its making fandom and the stories straight up not fun anymore and it feels like there's no way to block it out??

I guess either way, whether it's Gwynriel or Elucien, we'd get some sort of relief from the craziness in the fandom.

But personally I do think it's time for Elucien's story. SJM has been building not only their relationship but their personal journey's since ACOMAF (2016) and it's time. It's time to decide Tamlin and Springs fate (probably happening in an Elucien book). It's time to reveal Helion as Lucien's father. It's time to free Vassa and the girls that have been trapped since ACOMAF (but we only learned about in ACOWAR). It's time for us to hear in Elain's own words how she feels about being made, the loss of her father, her mating bond, having stabbed someone, her powers, etc. It's time for Lucien to have a real home of his own. It's time for Elain to leave the Court where her sisters call her a dog and a pleasant companion. Where she's prevented from doing more by others. Where she had to remind her own sisters she's not a child to be fought over and they don't get to tell her what she can or can't do. I do realize I'm biased however I am surprised that anyone wouldn't think Elain is overdue for getting a POV.

Those things have gone on so long with no resolution that it's starting to feel weird. Seriously, how many more books can the characters talk about Elain ignoring Lucien, them leaving their mating bond in a stalemate and kind of just ignoring Elain for IC business in general. How many more books do we need to read about Tamlin being depressed and leaving Spring defenseless? How many more books does Lucien need to suffer an unaccepted bond and how wrong would it be if Az is given a HEA before him after Az had zero respect for Lucien's bond and zero respect for Lucien himself? Something about that would not feel fair 😂. Az will get his HEA but I'm not sure he deserves an immediate reward after not really caring whether he kills Lucien.

If Elucien isn't next, what would SJM even do with Elain's character? She can't have her start taking on a bigger role with the IC, then it wouldn't make sense for her to leave, it would seem like she was where she belonged. So is Sarah going to have her in the background gardening while the IC still never asks her to join in on meetings? Hiding in her room? There's no storyline for Elain until she has her own book. Elain won't heavily feature in a Gwynriel book but if she's still living in the NC, then SJM is going to have to come up with something for her because anytime Az meets with Rhys, Feyre, Nesta, Amren, Cassian, etc......Elain needs to be somewhere.

Gwynriel definitely has things to address, both together and as individuals, but really, they can wait a bit 😂

#elucien book #pro elain archeron #pro elucien #pro lucien vanserra

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daisy-mooon · 3 months

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carol/yon-rogg… thoughts? (i’m so sorry in advance)

The way I was literally just vagueposting about them on Discord 😭 the TIMING

I've read nearly every Captain Marvel fic on Ao3, Yonvers included, and I have a lot of thoughts

Gonna start this out by saying I hope this ship never becomes canon endgame

Complicated exes

Carol would not go back to him.

She would definitely have regrets and grief, but she would not go back to him. It would he impossible for her to feel safe around him.

She could maybe be a coworker or ally if she's feeling exceptionally generous and the universe would collapse otherwise, but a proper relationship is out of the window.

Yon-Rogg projected onto her a lot. She was an amnesiac clean slate. In the deleted scene, the person he most admired was himself - what if he started admiring himself after he rescued Carol? Viewing himself as a saviour too her?

Yon-Rogg would never see the Supreme Intelligence as Carol. He's a Kree supremacist, and he knows that Carol is human. He can't ever treat her as a full equal.

The Supreme Intelligence would demote him, but I doubt it would give Yon-Rogg any consequences that actually measured up too his actions.

They definitely hate each other after.

They would both beat the shit out of each other if given the chance.

They've definitely been in a relationship and they've definitely slept together.

Carol wouldn't tell Maria everything about Yon-Rogg at first because of the guilt of having a relationship but eventually would spill the beans during the blip. It would be very hard for her to do.

Yon-Rogg would 100% be jealous over Prince Yan. Meanwhile Prince Yan would obviously care, but he'd he incredibly cold and dismissive towards him. He knows him only as the guy that destroyed Carol's life. He's not deserving of his time.

Valkyrie definitely knows about him. Again, like Yan, she doesn't think he's deserving of her time. But she wouldn't hesitate at stabbing him if he came to it.

The Kree have a kinda poly culture so what I'm saying is that Carol was sleeping with Yon-Rogg and Dar-Benn at the same time and they hated each other a lot

Carol's relationship with Dar-Benn is awful but a lot healthier in the sense that Dar-Benn had zero idea about Carol's origins.

I can definitely see Dar-Benn learning about Carol's origins after she becomes Supremor and being shocked, but deciding not to do anything to punish Yon-Rogg. Again, Kree supremacy. Any good will she has for Carol goes out the window the moment she realises she's human.

The shared blood thing... poor Carol.

I NEED people to talk about the fact that Carol literally DIED and Yon-Rogg resurrected her like??? This is how you know the MCU has gone to shit because any good writer would milk the fuck outta this

Carol's fine with blood UNTIL it is blue. Blue blood makes her incredibly squeamish.

She has a Thing against blood needles and transfusions that she refuses to explain.

Yon-Rogg would never call her Carol. Mostly Vers, maybe Captain or Danvers, but never Carol. It would mean that he accepts her as a separate person.

Very bitter over her leaving - "why isn't she grateful for all I did for her?"

Yeah the Supreme Intelligence treated him wrong... but that does not mean Carol should forgive him in anyway

I know some Yonvers fans will kill me but it's an emotionally/psychologically abusive relationship.

She literally does not have access too basic medical information about her species???

Are we gonna talk about the fact that all of this time hes wittering about fair fights Carol physically can't beat him in a fair fight because Kree are stronger than humans? And that she isn't allowed to know that she's human? So she's being gaslit into thinking her failures are her fault when they're not?

I honestly also think its important that not everything should be romantic. They aren't romantic in canon and he still abused her. It's not always a partner or family member that can abuse you - it can be anyone.

I would write more but it's 1am so im wrapping it up. Anyways, final thoughts: a very interesting and deeply unhealthy dynamic that adds a lot to Carol's character but as an endgame ship would detract from her character arc. Anyways im tired af gn squad

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Classic

Pairing: Nica!Chucky x Reader

Prompt: "What ever happened to a good old fashioned stabbing?"

WC: 568

Watching Chucky walk around in Nica's body was definitely weird for you. You hadn't known Chucky as a person, only as the doll that had driven you to commit your first murder. Back then, you had just been placed in an asylum, then released at the tender age of 18 when the state would no longer pay for it. Chucky had found you pretty quickly whenever you had gotten out. He guided you through your first killing spree, making sure that you got away with it every single time. You were Chucky's protege, and had been strategically placed in Nica's life to allow Chucky to take it over. When Chucky finally got Nica at the asylum, you had been waiting in the back of Tiffany's car for him. Even then, you had never imagined that the two of you would develop the bond that you did.

"What the fuck is all shit?" Chucky asked as he looked around the torture chamber you had built. It was still definitely makeshift, but you had done a lot in just a few hours after your trip to the Dickey Bub. "We do not need all this."

"Look, I know you're old fashioned, but this is everything we could always need on wheels. I know you're partial to the kitchen knife, but honey there is a whole world of possibilities out there," you said. Chucky scoffed at being called old fashioned, but didn't try to argue with you. He liked to say that you were the creative one between the two of you. You were always pushing for bigger and better kills. Chucky warned you that it could be dangerous living that way, but you loved the thrill of it. You didn't expect yourself to live a long life anyways, you wanted to get the most out of your time in the world.

"I'm not old fashioned. I just want to know when this became all the rage? What ever happened to a good, old fashioned stabbing?" Chucky mused. You smirked to yourself as you pulled him towards you. Chucky ducked his head away as a light blush colored his cheeks. He had lived so long in that doll's body that he was still getting used to all of the visible responses that Nica's had. You learned pretty quickly that Chucky was a lot more bashful than you ever could have thought. "It's a classic."

"And while I don't mind the classics, sometimes it's good to evolve. You can stick to your stabbings, and I'll get our money's worth in this thing. Maybe we even try it out tonight?" you asked. It was risky with the two of you having just barely escaped another nearby town, but you were eager to see how well you could do your work in a moving vehicle. The point was to never stay stationary and make it harder for the authorities to track the two of you. If you could take bodies from one place and dump them somewhere with completely different jurisdiction, the cops wouldn't be able to get their heads out of their asses long enough to even start looking for evidence.

"I'll find a bar or something. You just go get that black dress I like so much," Chucky told you. You let out a little squeal of excitement as you ran off to get ready for a night out on the town.

#nica!chucky x reader #nica!chucky #chucky #chucky x reader #my writing

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veintrry · 1 year

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linked regrets.

diluc & kaeya, ragbros, familial, non-ship. I wrote this ages ago and it is not proof read.

note! please, if you ship kaeluc do NOT interact with this. this is not a page for that.

an: i wrote this back in june and i'm pretty sure (like 99.9%) this was inspired by fains artwork because I absolutely adore them and the emotion they display with their art (its literally my wallpaper TT.)

@/f_ai_n on twt & ig

It's hard to explain what it is like to have a sibling. Someone you grow up with, you see them change and learn new things as they do the same with you. You watch yourselves find who you are as people and no matter what happens there's a fact of 'we are siblings'. It's different from friends and definitely not like other families. This is someone who knows me, and has watched me for ages. You learn to adapt to having someone else with you.

...Say, how would you feel if you saw your brother lying above you, his arms shaking, trying to use whatever strength he had left to keep himself up?

Kaeya's face isn't meeting Diluc's, he refuses to make eye contact, to have his brother have to see how much this pain aches. But, even when he had a sword stabbed into his back, having to witness what his brother's face looked like was worse than this. It's ironic, is it not? To be wounded in your back? Back stabber. That's what he felt he was. He felt he was a traitor, not only to Diluc and their father but to his nation.

No matter what side Kaeya was on, he lost. And now Diluc was losing, again. Diluc wasn't just losing his brother, he was losing everything. He was losing his family, and so was Kaeya. The Captain had long lost himself, but in this moment, even though he felt his mind getting hotter, the heat slowly spreading down his body, he found his eyes swelling with tears. There were so many regrets he held, and one of them was right here.

When Diluc was first brought down to the ground he had attempted to latch onto the body that came onto him, but, at the sight of that long recognizable blue hair, his grip weakened, letting the surprise overtake what his emotions. Why had Kaeya clung onto him so tightly, why were his fingers digging into the fabric of his clothes and into his skin. When would he ever need to use enough strength to tackle him down? There was no argument between them, not currently. They didn't like each other but they never got physical, not after that.

Kaeya was processing this quicker than Diluc was. None of this made sense, not until he saw him.

Do you know what it's like to see your brother impaled? To see the blood redder than the hair of the fellow with his back on the wet grass begin to stain his clothing? Kaeya wasn't clumsy, he wasn't one to make a mistake, especially not when it came to swordplay. He had led the Knights to fight, to fight against the Fatui that had taken advantage of how much smaller Mondstadt was compared to the Fatui after distateful negotiations. It was no smart idea, no, but, had they put up with them any longer the streets would've been filled by fatui agents, masks covering their faces and protecting their crimes.

Dilucs hands immediately found their way on the others shoulders. His eyes wide open and his lips sealed, he could feel his throat growing dry. A hand moved to Kaeya's jaw, urging him to look up at him, to see him. He allowed him that privilege, but can he really call it that when he was dying right before him? It was the same thing over again, but now it was Kaeya.

Kaeya, all he had. They still called each other brothers, well, at least Kaeya did. The hand on his shoulder travelling to his back, pulling him closer as he says his name so quietly it sounds like a whisper. What had they come to be?

They had collected seashells together, they'd compete to see who could catch the most anemoflies and bottle them up, lighting up their world. He was still a little boy to him but he had grown so much without him. He left him for a reason, because he didn't want that, he didn't want to handle this, he didn't want this. He wanted to not feel this damn depriving pain ever again, so why are you so cold? Why are you colder than you usually are, Kaeya? Tell me, Kaeya, why is it that I can't give you my warmth, why won't you take it?

His mouth opens, but he's cut off when the Captain talks. "Don't give me that look, 'Luc. You're making me miss that annoyed glare you'd give me." An airy laugh came out with a sharp pain following after. Every second felt like a minute, no, a century long to him, and he had been feeling every nerve in his body struggle. It was like his body had gone numb but yet he could feel all his senses well, all too well. "Why…" Diluc started, his voice hoarse and confused, as though it was waiting for an explanation, an answer.

Gazing up at Kaeya made him want to… hug him. How he seemed to not understand what was happening, as though he was denying it. And it somewhat really dawned on Kaeya that at the end of the day, Diluc did care. Diluc was himself because Kaeya was there, and the same was for him. If he lost him, who would he have? "Diluc… I don't think I could live with myself if I let you die." He hated seeing the injured man before him laugh and smile. Even now, he was continuing this charade of his, even in front of him. "Shut up. Don't stare at me with a face like that." Kaeya shot back instantly, ignoring what had been said but only seconds ago. "I should be saying that to you." His lips pressed into a line as he thought out his following words. "Tell me, Brother, how am I meant to be okay with leaving you when you look at me like that?" The man who would shut the Tavern down just to get rid of Kaeya was here, practically begging him to stay with just the eye contact they shared.

AN: HIII SO FUNNY THING- yeah, turns out I never finished writing this, but as an apology here is a fun fact! there is a line that says, "And it somewhat really dawned on Kaeya that at the end of the day, Diluc did care." the reason why it is in the past is because Kaeya had already somewhat come to terms with his death since he always knew it would happen! It's likely if Diluc were to know this he'd correct him, "I do care."

#ragbros #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya headcanons #diluc headcanons #diluc genshin impact #diluc angst #kaeya angst #kaeya and diluc #ragbros angst

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One episode I like a lot for Sasha’s arc in season 2 is The War Hammer. It not only demonstrates the consequences of pushing your friends too far for a hollow trophy, but it also establishes another flaw in Sasha’s Strength: too much determination to achieve something, even if that something won't get you far.

It reminds me of one episode of two different shows, I don't know if you have watched them by the way, Gravity Falls and Steven Universe. An example of Gravity Falls is the falling out between Stanford and Fiddleford: after the test of the portal went wrong and Fiddleford almost got trapped in another dimension, he begged Ford to destroy the machine which he refused because it was his life's work, he wasn't going to give up when he was so close to his goal. Fiddleford left anyway much to Ford’s anger as he yelled at him that he could do the rest on his own and didn't need him.

And with Steven Universe, it happens when Pearl’s desire to go to space went so far that she almost got herself and Steven killed. Their ship was falling apart and he told her “Sometimes you have to know when to bail” and she made the sacrifice of throwing away that spaceship to not implode with it.

That's what got, in my opinion, Sasha’s determination so twisted. Her goal was to amplify her control: not only her friendship with Anne and Marcy but also ruling over another world. Having goals is something good but if those goals are only to feed your ego, you won't get too far or you will but you won't have achieved anything. That's why Sasha was so unsatisfied after usurping the throne in True Colors: her coup was successful -if only for a short time- but it didn't bring her any happiness as her friendship with Anne was broken as a cost and warning her about Andrias didn't work which led to a terrible fight that ended up with Marcy being stabbed. It's the opposite of the feeling she had in The Battle of The Bands, she might not have won the contest but she had fun with her friends singing Anne’s song and letting go of control.

So this isn't a bad way to read it but I do disagree, at least for the overall meaning to her arch. It's a good lesson, to listen to your friends, keep your word, etc. like that... But it's also one that clearly Sasha doesn't keep. It's not one she learns in that moment because she will break her word in True Colors still. So... Why doesn't she learn the lesson? And strap in because I'm taking this for a ride just to talk about Sasha's character as a whole.

Because she's a spoiled brat who's never been said no to. This is my reading of the character admittedly but she, WAY above Marcy, sees Amphibia as a game because for a long time, she's seen LIFE as a game. They youngest form of her we see is an angry child playing make believe knight, yelling at people way older and bigger than her and getting REWARDED for it. She is the child of divorce but rather than miserable, in Reunion she makes it clear that she can make parties at her place happen on a whim and has at least a pretty generous allowance, if not almost a blank check for whatever she wants to do so long it isn't outrageous. This to me speaks of divorced parents who both want to be the 'favorite' and thus would never push back against their princess.

Remember: Her goal, as stated at the end of the first episode we meet her in, is to turn the world RED. To play. And why not? St. James was hers to rule already as a star cheerleader with incredible influence and popularity. Teenagers were so easy, why should adults be any harder, especially when she's able to twist the toads around her finger?

She is the hero of her own story though. She makes people's lives better. They're HELPLESS without her... Which is why Reunion hurt so much. See, for all the reasons I stated that she is the queen, she also rules alone mostly. She doesn't make close connections because everyone wants something from her. There were only two people who ever wanted to be her friend without that. She sounds genuinely surprised when Anne and Marcy want to spend more time with her after all. Two genuine connections. Two queens to elevate to her position.

In Reunion, we saw the positive element of this. Beaten and facing what seemed certain death, she decided to accept it. It was better that one of her true friends live than for them both to die. In Barrel's Hammer, we see the MUCH darker side of it. She literally cannot envision the two being able to even function, let alone thrive, without her. It drives her mad. It drives her madder than she's ever been and so turning back is never an option in her mind.

And Percy and the other Toad make her pay a price for it. Just like Anne had. A second time where her game didn't play like it was supposed to. And I like that we actually get a moment to see Grime fueling Sasha's WORST parts because of who he is. It's not done maliciously but the calculus of war that Grime is playing by can often feel like a game. Like you must strip people down to simply a number on a spreadsheet.

It is also the calculus of war that leads to her discontentment during True Colors. To her, she got the neutral ending, not the good ending of an RPG. She thought she was ready for it, ready to cut away Anne so that she didn't have to keep making concessions, but on the throne of Amphibia, there's nothing to distract her from the fact that she rules... But she rules alone. That's not satisfactory to her though. She's the hero. The hero has friends by their side, and Andrias being the villain gives her the chance to be that again.

And that last attempt to bring it all together instead made it all shatter like glass. We even see shards of Sasha wanting the binary world she lived in by wanting to be able to dismiss Marcy. To not offer Marcy the same kindnesses that Anne gave her. Hell, her thinking that it's as simple as giving command to Anne to make things not complicated is another sign of those old ways of thinking continuing to plague her. To make her resist change, even as she more and more is forced to realize that if she really wants to be the hero she envisions in herself, she needs to accept change. Accept others. Accept life and stop thinking she's the protagonist in a game.

And in Barrel's Hammer, getting a legendary weapon wasn't her showing she was the chosen one like she surely saw in her mind... It merely pulled the cork that was keeping things together, draining away those who truly cared about her until she would be left high and dry.

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Bonus note: I have seen the first episode of Steven Universe, both halves, and kind of hated the gems and thought they were insufferable to the point where I had no interest in watching more. Gravity Falls on the other hand I've seen the first episode, two or three episodes inbetween, and then the last three and actually found that viewing experience satisfying enough that I've never gone back.

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I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

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Island finale + ... this one isn't for the weak

Pardon my french in advance. Of course there are spoilers in here. The blog is called "I love spoilers".

One last memory of Won Miho, a smart, intelligent woman, who went to Jeju island by her father's orders to teach ethics. I loved that awesome hair and fashion sense and self-confidence, determination, strength and cool temper. And drifting demon race in pt1. It's good they brought her back in those last few minutes, at least.

Shall we do this for the old times sake? Here goes.

Island Finale, what the hell did I watch?!

Ok, let's be graceful. The series got me exhausted. Being emotionally involved isn't the best option with this one... If you haven't watched it already and love the genre, expect mess, confusion and cognitive dissonance. Or not, it's fine.

My heart goes to two greatly significant characters. I can't stop thinking about them and I'm so grateful neither of them died by the other's hand . Putting aside both actors' charm, these two characters grew on me. One of them being a deeply misunderstood vengeful killer machine. And the other, adorable goofy exorcist.

Since this two parts story finally ended, it made me think about half-demon brothers and why is it that one of them is utterly evil and beyond redemption in the eyes of our little Island community while the other one is practically absolved of all of his "sins".

Both brothers are trained killers (to be correct, abused since early childhood by Jijangjong Temple’s clan) and that's exactly what they've been doing their entire lives - committing murders. The only difference is:

One of them was lucky enough to turn into what he was supposed to become, according to plan - emotionless killer. Knife accepted him easily.

The other brother's transformation didn't go according to the plan. His feelings somehow never disappeared, pain and suffering destroyed him - he cracked under the pressure just as anyone would

First one believed that Wonjeong can give them their human lives back, his bloodthirst was ulterior motive (and I'll get to that a bit later)

The other was hypersensitive one and could see through the clan's lies. Even as broken as he was. His humanity made him trust Yeomji later on, making them both susceptable to Baek's clan manipulation

Were those two brothers really that different to begin with? Pan brought wounded Wonjeong back to the temple. After hurting her. Because he believed she could save them. By doing so he turned his back on his brother. Gungtan followed him knowing he'd get punished for it, his loyalty unmatched. While Wonjeong was living her life being trained to fulfill her destiny yet having a sense of freedom, boys were chained and starved. She would bring them food, but she never gained Gungtan's trust again - and his hunch was right. She was the end of both brothers.

If there's God in this story, then the moment Pan stabbed Wonjeong and a piece of divine crystal entered him was that God's doing. Pan gained a piece of humanity, by ending a life of a living person, accidentally or not. It never suffocated his urge to kill, but it made him more aware of all the lives taken by the lust demon and then by his own half-demon hands. That didn't make him less of a killer, but it did clear his mind of fog (which made him realise both he and Gungtan have to die in order to set themselves free), he gained control over himself and his impulse to kill - even though his yearning for Miho still made him want to kill her, let's not forget that. He is a lust demon, afterall, which does sound awfully like a vampire, but I'll let it slide.

Vampires, however, often end up killing their loved ones, unless they learn how to control their bloodthirst. I can't help but consider both of them vampires, in a way.

Boy got therapy and it (partially) worked. And everybody fell for him as if he's an angel sent from heavens and his past has been erased. That's not how it works, but fine. Fine. I'm fine with people being there for him. But something is not adding up here, there's still no sympathy for Gungtan. Why?

Ah, Gungtan, the villain. Once a boy who loved his brother so much that he gave up his own freedom/life for him. Took the beatings for bringing Wonjeong back. And turned his back on the whole human race for good. His love was the purest love they showed us, but it's not in the focus, so it's easy to run it over like it never existed. He ended up chained in the dark for years. No therapy. No nothing. Left to rot. Oh but he can't die, because he's not human. Torture lasted and lasted. Then he was set free only to be used again. Was mercy ever given to him in any way? Was he ever given any chance to become something different from what he became? Is there anything this demon-slayer knows of, other than abuse, punishment, betrayal and smell of blood? He is as self-destructive as it gets, there's no turning back from his path of soul torture. Character development inconsistencies are out there on the surface, so let's not go into that any further.

He's a hyperviligant killing tool but he can't stay indifferent towards a little girl covering his feet with her jacket. That was it for me. I couldn't care less about any other character at that point. I fell for the deeply wounded devil that he is. Completely. Why? Because I'm Bob the builder, duh. Because in the real world, where real and often horrible things happen, anyone can become a target of abuse and turn into someone like Gungtan. Often completely unaware of it. Leave out the killing and you have a very realistic character. Psychologically, it's a hell of a ride to get back up on tracks afterwards. And people think it takes a lot to become a villain, they don't have the potential, something like that can never happen to them, so why not wish death upon a fictional character who suffered more than enough for a thousand lifetimes.

I'm not buying any of the moralist-on-duty shit. Leave. Him. Alone.

I wish he could have run away that instant, somewhere, anywhere, before the Baek clan put their magic manipulation skills to work. I wish he was safe and in peace. I can't put any blame on him for what he became. And what he did. Especially since it is strongly suggested he was used like a puppet after they woke him up. His anger was used for a "greater" evil purpose. I can't help but wanting to reach out and get him the hell out of there.

Despite general opinion of the Island community and Mr. Gungtan himself, he isn't that different from his brother Pan at all. He cracked under the pressure, yet he didn't need a magical crystal fragment to sober up and help another abused child, which he wouldn't do if he had no feelings left in him. Pan believed in Wonjeong, Gungtan believed in Yeomji, but neither of those girls could help the brothers. And no matter how much they wanted to live, death was the only escape from the constant hellfire brought upon them. Gungtan needed to escape his untameable urge for revenge which led him to madness, Pan needed to escape the burden of his heavy dirty bloodthirsty soul.

May I add, Miho never sold out Pan, like Yeomji, who switched sides like a spineless creature. Yes, she's a kid and could never measure up to Miho. Her influence, if there ever was any, ended once Baek clan took over Gungtan. The same clan known for their magical manipulation skills. Gungtan's misery just doesn't stop. Once again he's nothing but a killing tool.

The brothers escaped their personal hell by ending their own lives - which is why I'm not mad about the ending. Their suffering stopped, at last. Finally. Their inner demons were swallowed by the underworld. Gungtan's little smile at the end, that sigh of relief as lust demon left his body and he was finally free, that moment was e v e r y t h i n g

But you know what else was everything? Seeing my favourite Island manhwa character coming to life on screen. Finally! Well done, cgi team, well done!

In previous life or death battle, my boy Gio almost died. Ahh, how many times I yelled at the screen for him to just stay out of other people's business but thankfully he survived it all. He is my favourite goofy guy who makes people write witty texts about him. The only priest, real or fictional, I've ever liked and will ever like. Look at this fluffball. Must. Protect. Him. (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Thankfully, Johan survived all the battles, which weren't even his own to begin with and which lead me to believe he'd meet a tragic end sooner or later. Ah but that's the part of his charm - sticking his nose in other people's business so we never know if he'll live or not. There would be some ugly crying if something tragic actually happened to him. And just like in pt1, he was left on hold while bleeding to death. This time it was even more horrible than before.

Pan, seriously? Like "brb, let me just-". I swear, at some point this thing turned into such a grotesque show. Plot has twisted so hard it was unbearable to watch at times. But, Johan picked himself up from the brink of death, thanks to his badass powers. Amen!

Despite the fact that finale brought so much sadness to entire audience, either for the main villain's death or PanxMiho not happening in a million years (which I'll forever be grateful for), that final fight was amazing. Writers finally gave us a large portion of enjoyable action. Plus, Gungtan wasn't the end of Johan and vice versa. Honestly, that's more than generous from their part, since Gungtan's downfall was imminent and it all went downhill long time ago, anyways.

Hope they don't bring us pt3. Sorry. I'm done with the massacre of manhwa plotlines and characters. Starred actors were amazing. Talent and looks, you know, everything. Especially absolutely stunning Lee Da-hee. Craaaazy talented and amazing Sung Joon♡ But. Please. No. More. Island.

Well, with too pure for this world cutie, I conclude my thoughts. It's been fun.

Sailor Pluto wishes you a great day and more enjoyable kdrama,

Till next time, xx

P.S. If you've made it this far, wow, congratulations. It must not have been easy navigating that pile of chaos. Also, there are so many things I edited out of the "original" text, trying to keep my cool. Also, if for any reason you (dis)liked my interpretation of fictional characters of Island, my ask box is always open. (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

P.P.S. Dear gifmakers, if you want me to remove any of your GIFs from my posts, please feel free to contact me, it will be done immediately. Thank you for all your work for our little community (⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)

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unlockthestars · 1 year

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I started to write out some of my thoughts about Adam, but it turned into more of an analysis of…..basically all of his appearances in the show, and while I could do that, if there's interest, this was supposed to be more my thoughts on the character, as well as how I write him.

It's long, so I'm putting it under a cut.

I definitely focus more on the aspects of his character that were originally introduced: how he's a foil for Blake, how his ideology in the White Fang opposes her own; how as an abused member of a mistreated minority, he's standing up and taking on their oppressors, in the best way he knows how.

I downplay any relationship he had with Blake, because I don't think it was any sort of real relationship. When she first starts to talk about him, she refers to him as a mentor, and it's only several volumes later, in Volume 3, where he is seemingly cast in the light of obsessive ex-boyfriend.

When Blake first left, he could initially have had someone go after her, and he chose not to. A lot of the "he was totally obsessed with Blake" came in a lot later and diverges from what we were initially presented.

I do still kind of include that and play with the idea that it wasn't so much Blake, but what she stood for, what she had and represented. Because even though she's a faunus, she hasn't had to face much hardship outside of that fact. And part of him resents that, part of him is jealous of it and wants what she had, and part of him just wants so badly for her to understand just how he and other faunus (but especially him) have suffered that that's part of why he targets her.

Because she represents a lot of things that he could never obtain. She was raised in a home with two loving parents, who provided for her while he was a child slave who was branded as property. And not somewhere he could easily hide; his face was branded, which ruined even the possibility of any sort of normal life for Adam.

Am I discounting the fact that he was emotionally manipulative? Absolutely not. Do I think that he learned that was one of the few ways he could have any sort of control over his own life? Yes, I do.

I will never downplay Blake getting away from him or discount the trauma that she suffered at his hands. Having been in an emotionally abusive relationship, I understand just how hard it can be to get away from your abuser.

And I'm not going to glorify that at all, but I think it's a disservice to completely ignore the massive amount of trauma that Adam also faced. It does not excuse his actions, but it helps to explain where he was coming from, at the very least.

I think that he started out genuinely wanting to help the faunus. He had suffered, and he wanted a better world for his people. When Cinder comes by the first time to try to ally with the White Fang, he tells her no, that he's not going to risk his men for a human cause. It's only after Cinder comes back, after she takes out a bunch of the White Fang members that Adam agrees to work with her, and I do think that came from a place of "At this point, there's not much other choice right now if I want to save my people."

Plus, if Salem is going to create a new world order, like it was pitched to him, then that means that the faunus can become the majority, that they no longer have to be oppressed, so he just has to go along with this plan for now.

Then things go off the rails, there's a lot of things that happens, and eventually, Adam fights Blake and Yang in Volume 6, which results in his demise.

I do have a survival verse for him, where he survives being stabbed and has to pick up and figure out where to go from there. I haven't used it yet, but when I do….., I want to explore what it's like to have to come back from that ledge. To have devolved from his ideals so much that he was willing to kill himself and many other faunus just to get back at one person.

IS there a way back from that? CAN he find his way back to the ideals he once had? Or will rage and darkness consume him?

I know there's a lot that I'm kind of glossing over, but I thought about a lot of different things when I decided to write Adam. Like I said earlier, I don't want to diminish or cheapen what Blake went through, but exploring Adam as more of a flawed person, who does have some good in them, who has absolutely lost his way into darkness, but might one day (with a WHOLE lot of work and probably more trauma along the way, and having to do something to help heal any of the hurt he caused) find his way, whatever that might end up being….is a lot more interesting to me than a character who simply can't be redeemed at all, ever.

#★ general || meta ★ Mal thinks too much about things #long post #long post tw #[I feel like I should add some other tags but]#[if something needs to be tagged lemme know]

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Lu was in disbelief over the betrayal she had endured. She never imagined that her friends would stab her in the back. The thought of them snickering and keeping secrets was extremely infuriating. The gala planning was already set in motion. There was no way to cancel it. The elite of Espana had been invited. Despite how she felt, Lu would have to see it through.

"They think that I'm a fool! How dare they! I am Lucrecia Montesinos Hendrich and they will feel my wrath!"

Lu held back her tears as she gathered her belongings. Fearing the she'd ruin her make-up, she took a deep breath, and regained her composure. Hearing her mother's voice calling her. Lu exited the bedroom and waltzed down rhe grand staircase. It was time to smile and pretend like everything was alright. She learned how to do that well after ending things with Guzman. Eh. Guzman. A different story for another day.

Arriving to the plaza was rather quick. The driver pulled up to the curb and parked. Lu waited for him to open the door. As she stepped out the cold night air pinched her cheeks. People were already arriving. Laughter and chit chat could be heard amongst the elite. Seeing a friendly face, Lu smiled, and walked towards Tino. He was a dear friend since childhood. He could tell that something was troubling her, but did not ask. He knew better than to pry.

"May I escort you in, beautiful?" Tino grinned and held out his arm for her to take. Lu obliged and the two walked in together. Eyeing the bar she beelined for it. Not missing a beat, she started downing champagne. Before she knew it, a light buzz hard taken over. Tino reached for the champage glass and she snapped at him.

"No me toques. Es mía." Tino shrugged whilst backing away. Lu headed towards the stage. Carefully walking up the steps. She stood in front of the microphone and smiled.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we have gathered to celebrate the designs of my good friend Cayatana. Her immaculate designs have been auctioned off for a good cause." The crowd clapped as Cayatana looked around and thanked everyone.

"Save your applause! It is a lie! Am I right, Cayatana?" The young girl looked mortified as gasps were heard.

"Cayatana not only stole the designs, she can't even draw! She is a fraud. A nobody. A scholarship poor girl. The only reason she is at Las Encinas is because her mother is the janitor. You're not an instagram influencer. You're a joke. A waste of space." Cayatana ran off in tears as Polo glared at Lu.

"How dare you look at me in that manner, Polo. You too have secrets. To think that Guzman has stood by your side for all these months. You pretend to mourn the death of Marina. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a murderer amongst us. Bravo, Polo. You wanted to be relevant. Now you are. Polo murdered Marina and Carla covered for him." Carla's head shot up and her jaw dropped. Polo charged to the stage, but was stopped by security. Guzman stood still as tears streamed down his face.

"I will not apologize for telling the truth." Looking over at Guzman's parents, tears filled her eyes as she began to speak.

"I tried. I tried so hard to be with Guzman. I just wasn't enough. He insisted that we pretend for the gala. I simply cannot. I will not cover for him nor be his punching bag. Guzman cheated on me with Nadia." His mother's eyes widened. Shock took over and she yelled at her son. Seeing someone walking towards the stage. Lu looked down to see Rebe.

"You've had enough to drink, barbie. It is time to go." Lu chuckled and faced the crowd.

"Oh, Carla. I know your secret too. Carla is totally fucking Samuel." Rebe looked at Samuel who's face had reddened. Before Lu could say anything else, Rebe walked up to him, and slapped his face twice.

"All the money will be given back to each and everyone of you. I refuse to be taken advantage of. I never thought my friends would keep me in the dark. Did you honestly think that I would not find out? Do you know who I am? Do you?" Lu shed a tear as she raised her champagne glass.

"Cheers, fuckers." @bigbadhybrid

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If Only , If Only - Unicorn Wars Fanfiction

((Chapter Twenty-Seven))

((I'm walking on sunshineeee - yeahhahh))

Eventually, there was a consensus reached. Both the soldier bears and the unicorns were facing each other on the field- Gordi carrying his still ailing but stabilized brother in his arms. He looked up to the unicorns, and smiled a little bit, seeming to cheer up even if it were just for a meager second.

They were all tired.

Five traumatized troupe members from the Lone Owl. His own traumatized troupe. Himself and the Father both being on edge, and creatures that are bigger, stronger and more aware of their own surroundings than they all were combined.

Somewhere deep inside himself, Caricias was convinced that this was some sort of universal vengeance. Some payback for everything that had been happening in their extorted, messed up world and society. Maybe it was a way to try and prove a point. Separating family just to hold an un-moving war with a collection of creatures that had never initiated violence before the bears did.

No matter the circumstances.

All of this pain and misery. This suffering and confusion. Nothing ever amounted to anything, no matter how much the sergeant tried to convince himself that 'Maybe there will be fruits to our labors tomorrow' and that started months and months ago. When he was less pessimistic.

He took no time to change at all.

Sargento Caricias even remembered the time when he was more interested in learning about unicorns than taking them down. To be young and uninformed was bliss. To be old, informed and unsure of who is lying to you was painful. There simply was no difference when it came down to it. Ignorance was bliss. Whether that ignorance be because you are blindly trusting, uncaring, or simply too untainted by the knowledge that you had yet to learn.

Caricias reminisced on just how many things could have went even worse than they already has. The lingering feeling that something was wrong with the entire world. Maybe even, at some point, a feeling of deja-vu.

Something that could continue to nag and nag at him.

He knew he wasn't the only one. Padre seemed to be questioning more and more of his actions- and padre was one who was constantly confident in what he believed to be just or 'right'. Nearly all of it began after the point in the forest where Azulin had went on that horrible trip and stabbed himself during his lashing out.

The bears and the unicorns made a truce- even if they could not communicate as clearly as they wanted to.

The only thing both sides ever had in common was the fact that they were all there to protect something. Be it for reasons they knew, or reasons unknown. They had something they were working for or toward. Peace, freedom, less stress. Anything, really. As long as it ended the useless deaths and chaos that both sides were stuck enduring. It was never worth it in the first place.

"I hereby declare that none of us saw each other here in this field tonight. If there are any questions about unicorn sightings, we will deny all knowledge of them. This is a truce between us and the unicorns and us alone. We need to swear silence here, and now- before we separate and depart our own ways." Caricias announce- holding up his hand. He formed a symbol for '3' with his three thumb, pointer finger and middle finger- giving a new kind of solute. "We will honor it- for as long as we can."

With some hesitance from a couple of the troupe members, all of the younger bears eventually made the symbol with their hands- bringing their hands up to their foreheads to mimic Sargento. Padre, after long minutes of odd, and tense consideration- put his book with the words of the creator down on the grass before hesitantly walking over- and slowly mimicking the gesture

They had no idea what any next gestures would be- what they did know- was that they had basically just betrayed their own populous and that they needed to keep it a secret. Somehow- some way.

If not for everyone else- then for themselves.

The unicorns- in return, bowed their heads, closing their eyes in a way of making a peaceful gesture back.

From then forth, the bears and the unicorns departed. Th unicorns galloping back into the forest- and the bears waiting in the tall grass until dawn.

The walk back to the camp was just about as long, aggravating, and exhausting as the rest of the trip was. None of the bears found the will to talk with each other for longer than a few minutes. However- with a little bit of bribing- Gordi did manage to get one of the soldiers to come out of their shell- a tiny soldier.

The little bear was just to small- but it was clear that he was a crafty and skilled little soldier indeed. His fur was white and cream brown- patchy and random. Eyes black and brownish purple. Despite being small and tired- the little bear was quite spunky and alert.

If Gordi had heard him right this last time- when the smallest remainder of Troupe Lone Owl passed out- the small soldier's name was 'Mouse'. An apt name, for a little soldier. It looks like he was quite skilled, too. The little bear made the claim he was at least 17 years old. However.. Gordi had his doubts. He seemed younger than that...

It was a matter of a few more hours... but a little bit of hope was regained when all of the soldiers saw the quickly approaching flags of the camp, and smelled the common scent of scorched wood and expended gunpowder from bomb practice in the field.

It seemed it was training time with the grenades. After all- those were tools that should always be handled with the upmost care and steady hands.

Gordi spotted a bear in the middle of the mock trench that was built for 'obstacles' and he looked paranoid. The bold yellow coated bear had big hazel eyes- and seemed to struggle pulling the pin out before accidentally dropping it to the ground. The pin clacked to the dirt below- before the grenade went off.

There was no need to worry, though. The grenade was a mock item. The only thing it did was splatter red paint within a designated radius.

The pink bear could not help by feel empathetic for the yellow furred recruit. He was still a stumbling mess- taking a moment to regain his nerves.

On their way in through the gates- Gordi mentally took the scene in before himself one more time. Part of it felt like he had seen it before... somewhere and somehow.

That surely wasn't the case though... was it?

No matter... they were quickly approaching the door to the nurses office. Knocking on it, Sargento Caricias announced medical attention for all of them- as well as urgent care for Azulin, Coco, and the few recovered troupes. The night was new- and the air was crisp... the one thing that they all could do- was appreciate a good meal after such a long hellish travel and awful mission.

((To Be Continued))

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