#I am grateful for the people in my life who put everything aside and helped me

[bugsinshoes]

ok so i just watched @fordtato and @hkthatgffan 's respective videos about their interview with THE alex hirsch and i wanna just say OH MY GOD like SERIOUSLY

im gonna put my thoughts under the cut so theres no spoilers if you havent seen it already (BUT GO WATCH THEM NOW PLEASE !!!) + its gonna be LONG so BEAR WITH ME

ok, so i have MANY thoughts so sorry if none of this is coherent 😭 (this is not in chronological order of when the questions were asked, just me spewing out my totally normal thoughts about this interview so apologies for that)

starting off:

THE BABY IS SHERMIE?!?!?!? IM SO SO GLAD WE FINALLY HAVE CONFIRMATION WE CAN FINALLY LEAVE THIS TO REST !! I WAS RIGHT THOUGH SO HA !!! ACTUALLY SCREAMING !! TIMELINE BE DAMNED (also another thanks to hana, your timeline video is genuinely awesome. i never shut up about it. ever. any time i talk to my friends abt gf and i need to refer to the timeline i go: "IN HANA'S VIDEO-") anyways, i do understand it was a last minute decision on the writer's part of "oh. dipper and mabel need a grandfather, its not ford, and its sure as FUCK not gonna be stan sooo... third brother?" and i do understand alex being like, "oh, this is about ford and stan only having eachother" so i think making shermie younger was a GOOD THING? like, stan and ford had 18 years of just them so shermie wasnt in the picture, so stan and ford technically grew up on their own so ig it works? also, when stan got kicked out, he never got to see shermie grow up, probably only saw him at events when he had to pretend to be ford (post-1983) and as for ford himself, he was too busy in college and gravity falls to really visit the family so... it works! (despite everything)

that aside, lets talk about THE CRUMBS??? like i have some quotes here because i have a LOT to say:

"theyre both so damaged and they desperately need each other" - alex hirsch (talking about stan and ford)

LIKE SUIUHUSHUSH i HATE these brothers SO MUCH (LIES) i cant actually properly express my thoughts because WOW like its clear that they both have their own trauma and they NEED to address it but theyre both too STUBBORN to do so. theyve both been alone for 40ish years so of course they need each other. they grew up by the hip, so theres no surprise that they both need each other (whether they like it or not)

"[ford's] grateful for the forgiveness he thinks he doesnt deserve" -alex hirsch

ford thinks so lowly of himself at times it HURTS. like the lines in the journal about "only then would the freak return a hero" or about his guilt with bill and everything its just so important to his character im so glad we got so much ford content in this interview. like i am EATING ALL THIS UP RN

"[ford] has to always have a mission in front of him, because if he doesnt have a mission in front of him, hes thinking how have i treated people in my life?" - alex hirsch

ford distracting himself with things instead of facing his problems. probably something he had to do a lot, especially with his time in the multiverse. but it really hurts because i can imagine in the 60s, they never had any great coping mechanisms? so i can assume ford was just conditioned to distract himself from stuff so he never learned how to deal with things. and i KNOW in the journal hes like "i meditate!" and im sure that does help somewhat, but it doesnt address the issue itself soooo... sorry ford, but you cant just breathe your way out of everything

ALSO alex calling ford and fiddlefords falling out a "BREAKUP" (air quotes used) BUT A BREAKUP??? this is just adding fuel to my fiddauthor-infested brain rn. i CANT

and alex saying mcgucket is thinking like, "oh i gotta be a better partner" is HEART SHATTERING like the whole talk about fiddleford being "the building guy" who is kind of just there to make machines and please ford. its honestly so heartbreaking because fiddleford loves ford so much he'd leave his wife and child to go to absolute nowhere, oregon and the fact ford is too arrogant to see fiddlefords admiration and overall love for him its just IUIUAHHAS

and i do wanna say, i KNOW bill played a big part in this, by stroking fords ego and buttering him up with his kind words because he knew exactly what ford wanted to hear and that really affected how ford and fidds' relationship was like but THATS A TOPIC FOR ANOTHER TIME. all i know is that ford isnt entirely to blame, but he still is a massive arrogant asshole and he wasnt the best person to fidds at times (love him tho <3)

but im actually so happy because this interview sheds SO much light onto FORD bcs we BARELY got to know him, and hearing it from MR HIRSCH HIMSELF is just so good because we KNOW its a reliable source because its coming from ALEX YK??? like he wrote ford so he probably knows "oh yeah, that man is guilt-ridden as FUCK" and im so glad we get some crumbs of this guy i cant get enough of him !!! (impatiently waiting for the book of bill)

ANNNDD THE TALK ABOUT MAYBE GETTING A SEA GRUNKS SPINOFF/MINISERIES??? I WOULD EXPLODE GENUINELY ANYTHING WITH MY FAVOURITE OLD MEN PLEASE !! i would genuinely love to see more of their dynamic and how everything is after weirdmaggeddon and like dealing with trauma and UGHHH i would kill for stan/ford content PLEASE

also...

hippie ford.

hippie. ford.

i am never getting over this (im internally SCREECHING)

ANYWAYS THAT WAS MY RANT ABT MY FAV THINGS FROM THE INTERVIEW THAT WAS A LOT GODDAMN

im genuinely so happy with all the questions that got answered, as well as getting some deeper insight into characters and stuff. IM NEVER GETTING OVER THE AMOUNT OF FIDDAUTHOR CRUMBS YOU GUYS

im gonna end this by saying another MASSIVE thank you to hana and hk !! you both put so much effort into your respective videos and it was super super cool !! this was totally worth the wait !!! :D

#yapping #gravity falls #god that was an amazing 2 hours of my life #time to rewatch them again and again until the book of bill releases #btw hana if youre seeing this i loved your puppets #they were very silly #also cant wait for that rob interview. super hyped

[beargyufairy]

Just My Thoughts Pt. 7

Natsu’s Growth

I’ve been disappointed a few times at how Hiro Mashima writes his characters and plot. But never have I ever been as disappointed as I was when I read this panel in the 100 YQ.

For reference, Natsu made a joke about disinfecting Lucy’s burns. It was not even a funny joke. I don’t think anyone laughed. Lucy was burned after trying to calm Natsu who consumed Ignia’s flames to battle against the water dragon god. While he did succeed in the fight, he lost control of himself and was stumped by the flames.

This is such a disappointing situation when it comes to Natsu and his development as a character. Everything he experienced in the original manga/anime is put to shame. It’s like his growth as a person disappeared into thin air. I mean come on!! Is Mashima being serious right now?! Because am I supposed to believe this is the same Natsu who wouldn’t let Gray use Ice Shell on more than one occasion?! Natsu knows the consequences of Ice Shell and refuses to let that happen to Gray no matter how dire the circumstances are. Even though Gray and Natsu would never admit it, their relationship is unique and filled with love. They may be rivals and opposite (considering the ice/fire, demon/devil slayer attributes) but their friendship has grown so much since the start of Fairy Tail. Doesn’t this show how considerate Natsu is?! How important the lives of his friends is to him?

If that isnt enough here’s another example. When Erza was sacrificing herself in the Tower of Heaven arc, Natsu refused to let her go and eventually saved her. Erza is important to him and Fairy Tail. He wants her to live on. Doesn’t this show how much Natsu cares about everyone?! Is he making a joke about Erza?! No he isn’t.

Okay fine those examples aren’t about Lucy right, so why does it matter?! Because Natsu would never joke about burning his friends, accident or not. And if it’s about Lucy, then most definitely not. Lucy is probably the member of Fairy Tail he cares about the most (aside from Happy). When Future Lucy died, Natsu almost went completely rogue (pun intended, if you know what I mean). He even stated that something precious was taken from him. Furthermore, when Lucy was “dead” during the Alverez arc, Natsu lost it. Literally, he became END, the demon everyone fears, the strongest creation of Zeref, the black wizard. Lucy’s life was so important to him that without it, there was nothing holding him back. He even stated that he can’t be stopped after having flashbacks about her supposed death.

Natsu couldn’t care less about the world ending. He wanted to fight the people that made Lucy cry. That’s what he was focused on. And so after all this, Mashima wants me to believe that Natsu would joke about burning Lucy?! Yeah, I don’t think so. After everything Natsu went through, he would’ve at least felt guilty. Considering that it was Lucy of all people he burned, he would’ve apologized over and over again. Why?! Because she’s so important to him. He literally became a demon when he thought she died!! Isn’t that proof enough?! I also think that he would feel so grateful to her. This isn’t the first time Lucy helped Natsu control himself. She’s always there for him. But Natsu has never lost control like this before. Did Natsu ever properly thank Lucy for saving by rewriting the book of END?! He’s literally only alive because of her. She tampered with a demonic force and black magic yet Lucy is so damn under appreciated that it pains me!!

If the goal was to lighten the situation considering the intensity of the battle against the water dragon god and Ignia’s involvement, a joke that doesn’t make Lucy’s burn seem pathetic would’ve been better. A joke about anything else would’ve been better. Seriously, Lucy knew the consequences of trying to stop Natsu, especially when noting that she was scared of his flames for the very first time. She did anyway because she cares about Natsu and knows that she can help him, even if it means she will get burned. I would also like to note that Lucy never actually saw Natsu as END. She arrived after he gained some sense of control. Considering everything, if Hiro Mashima doesn’t make up to me by having her fear of Natsu’s flame and her lack of experience with END play into the story I’m gonna be so mad. Since he already disappointed me with how he’s treating Lucy’s injury/burn, I really hope he plays the rest of the story properly.

I’m very disappointed in how not only Natsu’s character is being portrayed and downgraded, but also how Lucy is yet again the butt of the joke. She does so much for her team and friends but is always ignored (I’m still upset about Aquarius’ sacrifice that’s not talked about enough).

Thank you for listening.

#female rage #fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #nalu #natsu x lucy #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #lucy x natsu #illustration #lucy deserves better #fairy tail 100 yq #thank you for coming to my ted talk #just me and my thoughts #i hate this #rant post #nalu headcanon #home is where you are #lucy star dress

[dragonsrfire]

THOUGHTS? DEAD POET'S SOCIETY EDITION

Just thoughts I wanted to get out there

So Dead Poet's Society? Right? Now that I think of it was a film that came out when my dad was in his like late teens (technically he was around the same age as some of the cast). And somehow this film - made and released during their time has been one that resonated with the next generation? I am looking at the film and thinking, and I couldn't help but wonder.

I am not talking specifically about the aesthetic or anything but namely how this one film was definitely not made for my demographic. However - 35 or so years later I read a post here or come across a playlist or an edit or a series of head canons - I see how much this single film has impacted generations who came after.

I relate to this film on a very personal level (put the shipping factors aside). I remember watching scenes with Neil and I could almost recall having similar conversations in life and I had to take a step back and think as to why I wanted to block this film out for a while. I resonated with Todd as a writer but also as someone who had a very similar experience (shy - lack of confidence - but one who found their people). Other than that there were relationships within the story that made me look back at the ones I have and had and all that I am grateful for.

Also as a coming of age film I feel like it is one of the most realistic ones out there. The themes and the extremely bittersweet ending are raw and it hit me like a pile of bricks. The fact that they fell apart because of the things they loved - the heart of the group not being there made things drift apart - and those dreamers and poets who speak out are the ones to leave behind a deeply flawed system (and the cause and reason and leaving is depicted in extremely sad ways - they might give up on everything - or be kicked out for what they believed in - or carry extreme guilt for the rest of their lives) - There are those who fall in love and the ones that betray you and all of that can happen in just a few month. Things that took years to build like friendships and fellowships can crumble because of something external and all you believed in might not fix that.

(Also something weird just jog my memory if I am wrong but throughout the film these three use O Captain, My Captain - and its all in important moments - The last one to use it is Todd - Which I just think just captures his growth - he's taken up the confidence brought by two of his closest friends and a teacher who changed his life for at least a small fraction in time)

I had a few teachers in my life like Keating. They are the reason I never gave up on writing or doing things I love. They gave me reason to believe that I had something small I could put to use - I had a teacher who taught me at 14 who told me to never give up writing and another teacher who told me to continue writing poetry - another who showed to me that I should continue to fall in love with reading - another who showed me that the world was beyond the academics (as I studied classics - it was far more than that cookie cutter stereotype) - Also Keating as a teacher who actually listens - who is there to guide and help the boxes that literally hold students in uniformity

I don't know why - and how a film from the past can have such an impact on me in the 21st century - Very few films have impacted me in this manner and most of the films that have impacted me in that way were released in my lifetime. That being said I think myself lucky to have this to go back to. The film is a cathartic ritual of living, laughing in the moment and weeping and crying afterwards.

#dead poets fandom #dead poets society #film discussion #film discourse #ilovedeadpoetssociety #nostalgia #Ilovethisfilm #realism #happinessandheartbreak #comingofage #angst #happiness #neilperry #toddanderson #johnkeating #charlie dalton #stevenmeeks

[esidolmail]

For my beloved Switch,

I'm honestly a bit nervous writing this, but you only live once, I suppose! I'm eternally grateful to have been able to follow your unit and activities for these past few years. I'm convinced whatever magic you three talk about is more than real, because every time I hear any of your songs or see an image or clip of even just one of you, it just makes my day so much brighter! I feel more than lucky to be a fan of yours, as you're one of my main motivations to keep going every day. Though, I'd feel bad writing this cheesy little letter of admiration without focusing on each of you individually, so...

Natsume: You're very interesting! You shroud yourself in mystery, keeping up this persona that I just can't help but be fascinated by! Every move you make, on stage and off, feels so, well, I'm not too sure how to put this... Calculated? I think. What I'm kind of trying to get at here is, you very much give off the aura of a skilled magician. Aside from that, I've been absolutely enamored with your vocals by day one. Your performances are absolutely enchanting, giving me the feeling of being whisked away by some fantastical creature, if that makes any sense. Honestly, your precense in general is wonderful, and I hope you continue to be the incredible person you are!

Tsumugi: You truly are a beacon of happiness! Honestly, I don't even know how to put how grateful I am for you into words. You do so, so much for everyone around you, and I think that's one of your most admirable traits. The love I feel from you when you simply talk about the things or people you like is positively radiant, and anything you say has a way to lighten my mood greatly! Your voice is like that of a songbird's; I could never get tired of listening to it, really. I believe everything you do is simply incredible! Though, I do know you tend to push yourself quite often... Try to get some proper rest, will you?

Sora: Sora!! You are an absolute blessing to the world, bringing light everywhere you go. Your upbeat personality is almost infectious, as you always find a way to bring a silly smile to my face. I know being an idol can get exhausting, especially for someone like you who can get overwhelmed by too much going on at once, but I hope you're faring well! I don't experience the exact same things you do, but I'm also not very good with a lot of sensory input, so I can relate to some extent! It's very tough at times, but I know you'll be able to keep yourself strong! Your bubbly performances are everything to me, and as I said earlier, the happiness you carry with you is absolutely contagious! I'm so, so glad someone like yourself exists! Please keep being the wonderful Sora you are!

And, to add on a bit and close this whole letter off, I am extremely glad, moreso than I could ever fit into a simple letter, that I've been lucky enough to discover the three of you in Switch. You've all helped me bring me out of the lowest points of my life thus far, and I am terribly grateful that fate has been kind enough to allow us to each exist in the same timeline. I adore you with my entire existence! Please take care, you all!! (*´ω｀*)

— Mya!!

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #natsume sakasaki #tsumugi aoba #sora harukawa #switch #switch enstars #switch x reader #switch x reader enstars #natsume sakasaki x reader #tsumugi aoba x reader #sora harukawa x reader

[lets-dance-to-joy-division]

Screaming (gently) Into The Void Post:

Goodness, I really don't even know where to begin. This last 14 months has been a wild ride for me, as some of you who have followed me for a long time will already know. I never expected any of what has happened to happen, but I have to say that overall I'm really grateful for the opportunity for growth.

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When I left home last September, I was more or less a shambling mess of a human being. I was apathetic, cold, and depressed. I've been bouncing from place to place for my work for the better part of three years now, and it caused my issues to intensify, to the point that in November of 2020 my wife had to drive me to a psychiatric hospital to avert a suicide attempt. It wasn't my most shining moment, but it's the truth. I was prideful at the time, foolishly thinking I could handle what I was going through on my own, and refused continued care. I made excuses of being too busy and yada yada yada, but the truth is I was too scared to face my past.

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I left a few more times between then and September 2021, and I just completely shut down by the time I got to where I am now. After about a month of being here, I knew I couldn't handle it on my own anymore; this job has too many stressors, too many triggers, too much death and pain. I finally went after help. I started therapy and I was so good at it that one of my two therapists said I should go three times a week for a while! Jokes aside, I needed it. Things started to change in me. I started picking up old passions. I felt like I could start to breathe again.

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I became tremendously better at communicating with my wife and our relationship for the first time in a couple of years, really felt like it was going well, despite the distance. But the weight of sin is heavy, and you will always reap what you sow in the end. She expressed to me she needed to explore options outside of our relationship, it hurt, but I understood and gave her the green light to do so; we separated. I'm thousands of miles away and she had no evidence that my changes would be lasting on my return. I can't blame her; she put everything into us for three years while I was so broken and ungiving. My life and traumas had simply finally caught up to me, and the timing was awful; my refusal to do anything about it was worse.

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Things got pretty dark for me again, and my therapist suggested that I find an outlet to express my emotions, so for the first time since I was in high school I started writing poetry. I really didn't know what to do with it, to be honest, but I wanted someone to see it, to try and connect with people. Once again she came in clutch for me and suggested starting a anon blog, and here we are.

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You have all shown me so much love and support as I've been going through this journey of healing and self-discovery, re(dis)covery. I finally feel like I'm me again, something I don't remember how long it's been since I could say. You've messaged me encouraging words; a couple of you have even become some of my closest friends. You've been there for me in lonely and dark moments to lift me up and I just wanted to take a moment to thank each and every one of you from the absolute rock bottom of my heart.

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I start traveling in the next day or so, and I'll be back home in a couple of weeks. I mean, this truly, it's because of you wonderful people that I made it this far; it's because of you that I'm not scared to keep pushing forward. Despite the fact that I'm about to lose contact with my therapist and I'll have to start over with a new one. Despite that, at this point, my marriage is all but over. It's you lovely and beautiful souls that give me some hope, and let me know that

I am not alone.

and hey, neither are you.

BL

#i am not alone #you are not alone #thank you all for how much you support me and lift me up every day #I love you guys. #screaming into the void

[barry-j-blupjeans]

22!

22. “You made me a better person. Thank you.”

((50 fluff prompts - still accepting!!))

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"Magnus?" Julia asked, leaning towards him. There sitting on a hillside a little further away from Raven's Roost than they usually would. In the past few years that Magnus has known Julia, she never wanted to stray too far from town. With all the laws and restrictions Governor Kalen put in place, it was hard to justify being this far out anyway. Magnus knew that wouldn't have stopped Julia normally, but the idea of something happening in town without her being able to step in kept her nearby at all times.

It had been a week since they beat Governor Kalen and power truly returned to the people who lived in Raven's Roost. A week since their last battle, since they escorted Kalen from the town and drilled into him what would happen if he should return. A whole week.

Magnus felt lighter than he had in a long, long time.

"Hm?"

"You okay?" Julia asked, squeezing his shoulder.

A revolution is not the place to fall in love. And yet, here they were. After years and years of hard-fought battles and losing friends, here they were.

"Yeah," Magnus said, turning away from Raven's Roost. "Yeah, I'm good. I was, uh, I was just thinking."

"Dangerous," Julia said.

"Shut up," Magnus said, nudging her shoulder with his. She laughed. The sun was setting against the sun behind her and it made Magnus's eyes burn a little bit, but he didn't care. She looked so beautiful.

"Seriously, though," she said. "What's up?"

"I- I just was thinking..." Magnus said. He took a deep breath, trying to remember everything he wanted to say. Steven had pulled him aside yesterday to talk to him about this but all Magnus could remember were the words: speak from your heart. Okay. Okay. He could do this.

"When I first came to Raven's Roost," Magnus began. "I was, uh. Kind of an asshole." Julia snorted and Magnus grinned, a little abashed all the same. "I was! I didn't realize it, but I was. I thought that I could do everything by myself and that I was like, the "strong one" because, y'know, I'm pretty strong."

"Wow, I never noticed."

"I've worked very hard to make this look al naturale," Magnus said, raising an arm and kissing his bicep. Julia rolled her eyes. "But, uh, back on track. I thought I was like, the best person ever. And while I still do think that-" (there was a little "ha!" from Julia here) "-now I can be more, uhm, okay if I'm not? And accepting that I- I'm just doing my best, like everyone else. But for a while there I was very... not nice to be around."

"That's one way to put it," Julia said.

"Yeah," Magnus said. "Uhm, and I guess I just wanted to... thank you. Because you were the first person who has ever really like... made me see how I was acting. Which was like an asshole. And you didn't have any tolerance for it, which made me kinda angry at the time, but now I'm like... yeah. That was the right thing to do. Uhm, you- Julia, you made me a better person. Thank you. I couldn't have grown into who I am today without you."

Julia looked momentarily stunned, like she hadn't been expecting that. Which like, yeah, fair. Magnus contained before he lost his nerve.

"Not only did you help me realize how shitty I was acting," Magnus said. "You changed the way I saw everything. You- you made me realize I didn't have to be bigger or meaner than a bully to get them to leave me alone, I just had to be smart about it. And I had to have people on my side who I could trust on and depend on. And through all of that- and all of our planning, and meetings, and everything- I started to realize that I liked you more than just as a friend.

"I will never, never stop being grateful that you gave me a chance. Not just as a person, but as a battle partner, and as your boyfriend. There is no one else in the world who I love more than you, Julia. You've shown me life doesn't have to just be this- this dark, depressing thing, always me against the world. The world's not always gonna be against me and- and people aren't always gonna be against me.

"And I know that when they are, when someone is trying to make the world worse or put me down, I know you're gonna be there. And I know that no matter what, I want to be there for you, too, Julia. Which is why I wanted to ask-" Magnus took a deep breath, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a wooden duck, which made Julia split into a grin. Carefully, he twisted the duck around the middle and it popped open, revealing a wooden ring.

"Julia Waxmen," Magnus says. "Will y-"

"Yes!" Julia said, launching herself at him. Magnus toppled back onto their picnic blanket, laughing. Julia sat up quickly, straddling his legs. The ring had flown out of his hand and onto the grass, but she didn't seem to care. "Yes! Yes, of course-"

Magnus laughed, pulling her down on top of him to get a kiss. She pressed her lips to hers and they were both smiling into it. When Julia pulled back, she looked almost angelic, silhouetted against the sun, with her hair loose and frizzy. Magnus tucked a strand behind her ear and she caught his hand, kissing his knuckles. Magnus couldn't stop grinning.

"I love you," he said. She hoisted him up, so they were sitting with her half in his lap. She kissed him again, a bit more sweet this time.

"I love you," she said. "You- you're right, you were an asshole. And you still kinda are-"

"Hey!"

"But in a way I love," Julia assured. "I love who you've become and I'm- you're lucky? I'm lucky, Magnus. You've- ughghgh-" she wiped a tear away and her smiling was shaking slightly from the strain on her cheeks. She leaned in and kissed him again. "I love you."

"I love you too," Magnus said. Another kiss. "I'm gonna marry you." His heart did a little dance inside his chest and he swooped her up into a big hug, toppling them over the other way. "I'm gonna marry you, Julia!"

"I'm gonna marry you, Magnus!" she said, delighted. "Can we- shit, where'd we put the ring?"

Magnus laughed, leaning in to kiss her again.

"We'll find it in a sec," Magnus said. Another kiss. And then another.

"It's gonna get dark soon!"

"I love you," Magnus said and she just laughed, loud and bright and perfect, and pulled him in by his shirt for one more kiss.

#magnulia #magnus burnsides #julia burnsides #julia waxmen #taz #mine #asks #anon #ise cube writing #i dont think it needs a read more but i said i was gonna put anything over 1k under a cut n i intended to keep that promise sdlfs

[sonalirichard]

👑🐯♥️ 🎶 🆎️🦁👑

Namaste , my Respected & Beloved Emperor Amit ji 💟 🙏 🕉

I remind You that there are only 2 Days left for You to make a Decision and Save me 🙏 ...

If you keep silent , your Sonali ♥️ will end up on the street , having lost her Home ‼️‼️‼️

I only ask for Help with Buying a New House 🏡 for me in Moscow , so that I urgently move there with my belongings 🙏 ...

Otherwise , all that awaits me is the sad End of my Life , The Collapse of all Hopes and Dreams related to the Future 📛 ...

Without your Help , I will have no Future ⛔ ...

Put aside all Personal Grudges , Claims and Fears , and just Save Me and My Life 🙏♥️

For once in Your Life , do Real GOOD UNCONDITIONALLY , and without any questions ,

Please 🙏🌹🙏

It will be Divine Help 😇 in the Name of Love ♥️,

and the Gods 😇 will be very Grateful to You 🙏♥️👌

for Showing Unconditional Love ♥️ towards Me 🕉

Amit ji 🎶 , I Swear to You , after Finding a New Home and Moving to a Safe Place ~ We Will Discuss Everything with You , and We will Resurrect Our Relationship from the Ashes , if You want it as much as I do 🕉 💘 🎁

I am absolutely sure that Anything is Possible if We want it ✅🏆🕉 ...

💟 My Life is being decided now , and there are only 2 Possible Scenarios ~ Will I live or not ...

🆎️ If You let Me die as a Homeless Person on the street , without a Roof over my head , then I and my Life mean nothing to You 📛 , and have no Value , and this is just an Empty Sound without any Significance to You 😢😱😳 ...

And in Case of Your Refusal to Help , You will become an Accomplice with my Enemies 😈 ,

in the Case My Destruction ‼️

🦋 If My Life means nothing to you , then let those People who care about My Life and Fate save me 🙏♥️

AMIT JI 🌹, I BEG YOU , DON"T LET ME DIE & SAVE ME RIGHT NOW ‼️

MY SITUATION IS EXTREMELY SERIOUS 💔, DIFFICULT 💔 & TERRIBLE 😱 , BELIEVE ME 💔...

💰 If you Choose Money 💰 instead of Saving My Life , then Stay with your Money 💰 and let Money💲make you Happy ✅ 🙏‼️

In this case ,

My Life will end , and it will burn like a Candle in the Wind🕯...

🥂🍾🍸I remember your Super Hit "SHARABI", where a Man🕺was also faced with a Choice ~ MONEY 💰 or a Beloved Woman💃

🆒️☯️🆙️ And I personally think that Love 💘 and Wealth 🌟💰 can well be Together , in Harmony , Idyll and Balance 🕉 🎶

Amit ji 🐯 , I beg You , Stop being afraid and invent Imaginary Barriers , Limitations and Fears for yourself ‼️💥🙏🏆🙏💥‼️

Take a Bold Step towards Your Happiness ♀️☯️♂️ and Trust in Higher Powers ⚽️🏆🎯

Don"t be afraid 🙏 , I won"t bite Your Head off like a Female Mantis 🤩

⚘💚 💯 💜⚘I am Able to Listen , Understand and Accept with Unconditional

Love ♥️♥️♥️

You can Trust me ,

I will never Betray You , and I will not Disappoint you 💎

I AM OPEN TO YOU WITH ALL MY HEART , SOUL AND MIND 🕉♥️☯️

I"M WAITING FOR YOUR MESSAGE & CALL 📲 ✍ 🗯

I BEG YOU 🙏♥️, APPEAR MY 😇 ANGEL ~ SAVIOR , & GET ME OUT OF THIS HELL 😈 , NIGHTMARE & HORROR ASAP ‼️

I"M WAITING FOR YOU 💎, MY BELOVED BIG B ♥️

I Kiss and Hug You with Sincere Love .. 🈯️ 💘💋💝💋💘 🈳️

Yours Forever Sonali 🐼 👑 ♥️

[theglowingjournal]

Turning 24

This blog comes right about the time I’m turning 24. I feel like I have lived through alot in a short time and gained some cool insight from people & experiences in my 24 years here. There’s alot more than 24 little lessons I could gather together but I’ll stick to 24 for now. I hope some of these call you to action or thought or even better, God.

1. Dont hold onto bitterness - living with anger & resentment halts growth and sometimes even opportunity. It’s not fun! Really lean into “Don’t let the sun go down on your anger”.

2. Have a servants heart - who can you be serving in your life? Do you need poured into too? Check who’s filling your cup and whose cup you’re filling.

3. Halt the worst case scenario mindset - don’t live life in worry of the worst happening. Some scenarious call for worst case prep but if it’s causing you anxiety, halt it!

4. Set aside time to be in the secret place - if you feel like you have no time for God, change your schedule.

5. Choose fellowship & community over isolation - sometimes, you gotta fight the urge to stay home and watch netflix instead of fellowship time with others. It could be just what you need! Go be with people.

6. Be confident in who God made you to be - He made you just the way you are meant to be, why want to change that when your very own Creator is perfect?

7. Awkward is fake & made up - that thing you thought was really awkward? You might be the only one who thought it was… and if not? It’ll either be forgotten or you might just be showing someone else that they’re not alone in feeling or being ‘awkward’.

8. Be real with those who value you - we all go through tough times, and the only way to know you’re not the only one who’s been through it is to share. Tell your friends what you need help with and prayer for.

9. Nothing in this world actually brings joy - just Jesus. That’s it.

10. Thank God continually for blessings & trials - remember to thank God for everything He provides daily, even the hard lessons & trials! Knowing He is good and has a purpose coming to fruition is something to be grateful for.

11. Stop overthinking - it’s so easy to get into your head and overthink things, daily! Work on stopping the overthinking process when you realize that it’s happening.

12. No one has it all together - not even the big adults with the big jobs. Everyone is just doing their best.

13. Take more photos, but at good times - as opposed to bad times where you aren’t being present! Capture moments with your eyes & mind’s eye first, then, if so led, take out the camera.

14. No more comparison game - cut out whatever is causing you to compare. Social media? Gossip from friends? TV shows? Out.

15. Read more, but get audible - I always have new books I want to read but I have trouble finishing books/feeling like I have time to read. Get the audiobook & listen while running errands, doing chores; it’ll cut the time in half!

16. Go for the ice cream - Period.

17. Patience goes a long way - pause before responding, and take a breath before getting annoyed. Alot can happen in those few seconds that will go a longggg way.

18. Let God write your love story - He’ll do it better than you could ever do on your own.

19. Communicate with everyone - bad communication is like, the #1 thing that leads to issues. All over the world. Everywhere. Communicate! I am speaking to myself here too; don’t put off texting people back. Just do it.

20. Go listen to The Beautiful Letdown album - Switchfoot’s lyrics are speaking to the world more and more and share such good gospel based messages. Pivotal album, go listen.

21. Baking can be therapy - try it out! Especially when you’re going to give it to others.

22. Lean on God and trust His sovereignty - in every question, decision, emotion, anything, trust that He has it under control and if you’re living in His will, you can live without fear.

23. We’re all in different seasons. Give grace - a reason why we should share with each other what we’re going through. If not, we don’t know what kind of season someone’s in, and can judge their actions or behavior. Give grace, as you want grace too.

24. Go for a walk - it can be silent, a talk with God, listen to a podcast/book, getting exercise, to let go of emotion. Whatever the reason, even if for no reason, get a nice walk in.

If you read this far, thank you! And please message me with what lesson you can start implementing. Peace out!

[shawnjacksonsbs]

Introspection.

Always between the lines.

Always, always, always read between the lines. 4-29-23

“Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?

You've been out ridin' fences for so long now

Oh, you're a hard one

I know that you got your reasons

. . . .

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger

Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home" - the Eagles

This ~ signifies a new note, but when I say read between the lines, I'm talking about these lines " ". lol

~ Compassion and empathy tend to reside in the grayer parts of life more than in the black n white areas.

~ People always say things like "If I knew then what I know now, man, look out".

But aside from Toby Keith you rarely, if ever, hear "If I didn't know now, what I didn't know then".

The one is because of the gains that would come from what we only know as hindsight now. Lol It's because we'd eliminate all struggle and jump straight to the end of each . . .whatever.

The other is asking for more of an "ignorance is bliss" type of thing, but wouldn't that way ensure more struggle?

I'm hoping to get some gains as well, as I keep notes over the next few days.

As of right now, the reward without the work isn't where I'm at in life.

Granted I'll sometimes let others pay for my meal, but I'm not looking for a bunch of free stuffs. That includes my life lessons. Lol no lol

And I don't say that because if I went back and changed things I'd lose me. I'm afraid I'd lose people and relationships I have now, or had before. I'm cool on all that. I'm just fine right where I am.

Also, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not asking for more struggles either. I just mean I can handle the ones I have and I'm grateful for the ones I had, because of the how and especially the why.

~ I do fairly well at making the most, and best, out of every situation I get dealt. At least I feel like I do.

Acceptance of the real helps with the peace. Which, in turn, looks and feels like positivity most of the time.

Handling it.

What's that one saying, "You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough"?

I'm grateful because it is all privilege.

I'm kind because I've felt cruelty.

I love because I've felt hate from inside and outside of myself.

And smart enough to know I could lose everything in a fucking second, and it wouldn't even have to be my fault.

~ 10 years.

10 years is coming up quicker than I'd have ever thought it would . . .10 years ago.

Time moved painfully slow at first. Now we're here though, and I've gained more than my fair share.

~ My insurance company came back and offered me a joke for the loss of my truck after they totaled it. Luckily, I have an old friend out in the country for a win, and . . .I get to keep my truck.

I have more wins than losses because of the people in my life. Win/win

Measure and judge people by their individual character and the content of their heart and you'll probably do better in life. (Keep your boundaries though. Lol)

~ I guess before I close this up I need your assistance again. If you pray, will you, and if not can we just all keep my oldest son in our positive thoughts and in our hearts, as he is about to embark on a yearlong and extensive care program down in the Ozarks. This is the step that could lead to the next one. That’s all I’m sayin’.

Like I said before compassion and empathy tend to reside in the gray parts of life more than in the black n white areas.

Remember to share your love and your laughter with the world around. And be kind as always as you can, civil where you can’t. Also, keep your hypocritical judgments to your fucking self. I’m getting sick at looking out for people who claim almighty, just for them turn out. . .not what they preach. It gets old. Seriously.

Until next week;

"You know I've always been a dreamer (spent my life running round)

And it's so hard to change

Can't seem to settle down

But the dreams I've seen lately

Keep on turning out and burning out and turning out the same

So put me on a highway

Show me a sign

Take it to the limit

One more time" - From Take it to the Limit by the Eagles

[ymivisaya07]

" UNFALTERING"

It is hard to put into words just how amazing my mother truly is. Her personality is a beautiful tapestry of love, strength, and grace that has guided me through every stage of my life. She is the kind of person who can light up a room with her smile, and her warmth and kindness are felt by everyone who crosses her path.

One of the first things you will notice about my mother is her gentle nature. Her voice is soothing, and her touch is comforting. Her warm embrace can make all the worries of the world disappear, and her words of wisdom have been a guiding force in my life. She has a heart of gold and an unwavering love for her family that is evident in everything she does.

My mother is also a strong and resilient person who has faced many challenges in her life. She has always been a fighter and never backs down from a challenge. Her unwavering strength has been a source of inspiration for me, and I have learned so much from watching her navigate difficult times with grace and determination. She is the rock of our family, and we know that we can always count on her to be there for us.

Another defining trait of my mother's personality is her creativity. She has a natural talent for turning ordinary things into works of art. Her home is a reflection of her artistic abilities, with beautiful paintings, intricate tapestries, and handmade decorations adorning every corner. Her love for beauty and aesthetics has inspired me to appreciate the little things in life and find joy in the simple pleasures.

My mother is also a nurturer at heart. She has a way of making everyone feel loved and cared for. Her home-cooked meals are a feast for the senses, and her warm hugs have the power to heal even the deepest wounds. Her selflessness knows no bounds, and she always puts the needs of her family before her own. She has taught me the true meaning of love and sacrifice, and I am forever grateful for her unwavering devotion to our family.

Aside from her many talents, my mother is also a wise and compassionate person. Her empathy and understanding have helped me navigate some of the most difficult times in my life. Her words of wisdom are always timely and profound, and she has a way of putting things into perspective that makes everything seem clearer. Her unwavering faith in me has given me the courage to chase my dreams and reach for the stars.

Lastly, my mother has a zest for life that is infectious. She has a youthful spirit that never seems to fade, and her adventurous nature has taken her on many exciting journeys. Whether it's traveling to new places, trying new foods, or meeting new people, she always approaches life with an open heart and an open mind. Her love for life has taught me to embrace every moment and live life to the fullest.

In conclusion, my mother's personality is a beautiful reflection of everything that is good and kind in this world. Her love, strength, and creativity have shaped me into the person I am today, and I am forever grateful for her unwavering support and guidance. She is a true inspiration, and I feel blessed to have her as my mother.

[missgoldenboy]

My First Heartbreak

My father was the first person to break my heart. He migrated to the United States when he was seven years old from El Salvador and grew up in the Valley. He moved to Vegas when he was 19 and thats when he met my mom. They worked together and their birthdays are a day apart. It was my mom's birthday the day he first spoke to her and he told her that his birthday was the day prior. I would'nt necessarily say my parents fell in love. My dad claims he was in love with my mom but I am not sure I believe that. I am unsure if my dad is fully capable of loving anyone really. My dad is a really giving person. If you really need help he is willing to do it for you, but will more than likely throw it back in your face immediately. We have a very bad relationship. I am finally comfortable saying that out loud. When I was in high school I was very ashamed to say I had a bad relationship with my dad, but now I honestly take pride in it. That may sound harsh, but I am going to explain why I say this. I have tried absolutely everything to mend mine and my dad's fucked up relationship. I have put my pride aside on numerous occasions just to spend one hour with him. The older I get the more he turns into his own father and the wiser I get about why I resent him so much. Although, I am extremely grateful for everything this man has done for me I can't forgive him. My dad works two jobs and he has my whole life to be able to provide a roof over our head. He works very hard for me to be able to have a better life than he did but I genuinely think for that very reason he envies me. My dad tried to go to school 3 times and each time he dropped out. He blames it on my birth every time he talks about it. His envy towards me and the unhealed child in him have given him a reason to not like me. Of course he has love for me, but that love does not equate to his liking for me. My entire life he has never chosen me and this is the main reason why I can't forgive him. My dad chooses to believe that a three year old child would lie about his brother touching them. He chooses to ignore my uncomfortability and continuoualy brings my first abuser around me and every time it opens a wound back up for me. He will never understand how uncomfortable sex is for me or how when people touch me a certain way it triggers something inside me that even I can't seem to fully understand. I wish I could love him less all of the time but for some fucked up reason I don't. If something ever happened to my dad I'd be crushed. I just wish he would apologize once. Just admit he is wrong. Soon, I am going to move out and eventually it is going to be too late to apologize to me and he is going to live with the regret that he never got to know who I am or experience me. I just hope he is able to live with himself and the effort he put in, because I know I am content with what I did and now I must choose myself.

[miniaturefurysandwich]

Milestone 1

I have been working since the age since the age of 14, my first job was working for my fathers restaurant for 3 years. This was my first experience of a capitalist society and continued on for the rest of my life throughout different roles I took on. I connect strongly to the capitalism concept based on what I experienced at an early age. Seeing my family prosper, hearing them tell us that the American dream will take us to places that 1st generation immigrants strive to achieve. To then see it take a nose dive during the recession and majority of our opportunities vanish within a few years. When I grew older and understood more of what occurred during the recession it conditioned me to strive to work for large corporations and to work hard to make my way up. I no longer saw myself owning my own business or being an entrepreneur due to the damage done to my family. I had to put aside my dreams to have comfort and secureness for my future. Although the definition of capitalism is referring to the individual person and the corporations, I only can connect it to corporations at this point in my life.

During the years of struggles after my family had lost almost everything, I picked up a habit that would lead to a lot of damage. I began prioritizing partying and developed a drinking habit before the age of 21. I recall always causing mischief and never remembering majority of my nights out. It caused me to lose relationships, prolonged my time line to get my degree, and would hurt someone I love dearly. In 2018 a life changing event would cause me to be re-socialized, forcing myself to undo what I knew and to learn how to be a completely different person. I quit drinking entirely, promising that I would never drink and would face the consequences if I ever decided I couldn't do it anymore. During these past years, I have developed healthy habits, reconnected with lost friends and reinvented myself. The sense of clarity that the re-socialization gave me is something I am grateful each day for.

When the smoke from my past cleared, and I distanced myself from the people who walked the same path I used to walk on I began to work on my future. The anticipatory socialization part of my new life had begun. I quit a dead end job and joined a corporation that would start a 41k, and had bonus opportunities. I started to read and write more, I started to strongly consider going back to school and set up a realistic goal. My mentor whom was the person who I had hurt helped me in every way possible to get my path in the right direction. Although there are times I stray away, he is always there with endless support. Looking back on life, I know he came into my life at the right time. I was no where near in a place to start prepping for my future, I had no guidance on what was the right step to take to have a secure future. I merely based everything on the negatives that my family had unfortunately come across.

[whoami-imnotentirelysure]

6.14.2022

It’s been almost a month. I’ve gotten a lot done. I’m starting to fall in the routine of working a job again. It’s taking a small toll on me. But I have to prove that I can get through this just fine. When things get tough and my feet start to hurt, when I feel ill like I’m about to faint. I do what I feel necessary. I can’t help but hear my father’s words in my head. “It’ll suck, people will be mean, but you gotta stick it to the world that you are just as capable.”

In my whole almost 23 years of living, there’s only a handful of things that stick in my head like that, from my father. That specific sentence, makes me feel like I have to. I can’t fail myself anymore. I feel myself get woozy once I’m sitting in my car, for the first time in eight hours. It’s tough. There’s work that I have to get done, and things I’m held responsible for. There’s been people talking about quitting since one of the cooks quit the other night. Right now, there’s only two servers, one cook, and one dishwasher on my shift. We’re in dire need of help, and a lot of the people on my shift are already talking about leaving if things don’t go well this coming up weekend.

I’ve learned a lot on my shifts so far. My cook is pretty funny to work with. It’s nice having a cook that isn’t such a hard-ass all the time, you know? That’s one thing I never really saw at my previous jobs. A lot of cooks are burnt the fuck out and come off as rude. It’s refreshing to have someone my age and someone who’s lighthearted. It’s nice being able to crack jokes while at work, while also being able to ask questions, and complain about rough tables from time to time. He said something the other day that made me laugh. He was talking to me and a customer about how he “has to babysit me”, and of course I looked at him like “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” But he explained that because he can’t be away for too long because he doesn’t want to come out to me passed out on the floor. I’ve almost fainted a couple of times while working with him and our dishwasher. So of course, I couldn’t help but laugh at him. Not in a bad way, but it brings me a little bit of joy to know my co-workers give a shit about me, you know? Working gives me a break from my home life, and it’s refreshing to get out the house. It’s not just him, either!! A couple of people are super sweet and caring towards me. Like our dishwasher. Poor girl, I probably scared the shit out of her a couple of nights ago. I got really low to the ground to prevent a possible fainting spell, and poor girl was yelling at me asking me if I was alright. I really am grateful that people don’t just assume I’m slacking on my job. I really do try my best. I felt so bad for Friday. I had the worst kind of brain fog I’ve had in a LONG time. My cook even was getting frustrated ( I don’t blame him at all LOL ), I was doing horrible. I was messing up orders, putting them in the system wrong, it was so bad that people said that it looked like it was my first day LMAO. It was rough. I ended up calling out the next day because I could barely get out of bed. I came back Sunday in full throttle. Of course, I come back to find out our other cook quit the night before.

I’ve been enjoying my job. I’ve had a couple problems here and there, but that’s just natural, you know? I don’t plan on staying here forever. I’ll stick with this job until I get something better. It’s tough on my health, but it isn’t forever. I’ll push through as long as I need to. I’ll keep doing the things I need to do. I have things I want to purchase. Things I need to pay off. Debt I need to pay back. I have to keep pushing through.

Aside from all that work jazz. I get to go to Louisiana next week! I’m really excited, but kinda nervous. I know it’ll be fun. I’m going with my dad and my brother. I’m pretty stoked. It’s going to be a nice break. I haven’t been on a vacation in years. I’m really excited. Going to go swimming and everything. We’re going to go see Hamilton!! I know my brother is excited. We’re basically going for Father’s Day. I still have to figure out what I’m going to get my dad for Father’s Day. He says his favorite colour is “red” but more of a rust/copper. I’ll have to make something home-made, since I’m scrapped for change right now.

We’re at record highs for heat, this year. Yesterday it was a high of almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit. That is insane. It literally feels like a toaster outside. I can barely breathe in this damn heat. Gotta stay cool and hydrated.

I’m going to get some rest though. It’s been a long “day”. Goodnight!

08:34

[yhwhsdaughter]

Eunuch! Bum x Queen! Reader + King! Sangwoo

word count: 4.1k

tw: sangwoo, noncon, abuse of power, misogyny, murder, cheating, degradation, choking, cursing, minors dni

Ongoing…

[Chapter 2] , [Chapter 3]

Upon sliding the doors open, you were welcomed to blood spraying on your face. Droplets kissed your cheeks and if it was a calmer atmosphere, it would give the illusion of a blush. Reality, however, was much horrifying. Shocked by this, you stopped to assess the scene. Everyone was afraid to move a muscle as the king swung his sword, killing the chief state councilor with a stroke. As his body fell, more blood puddled at your feet, staining your slippers. Once the initial horror faded, you sprang forward, hugging Sangwoo’s midriff. “Your Majesty! Please stop this!” It was a brave or perhaps foolish action, interfering with your ruler. Words falling on deaf ears, he pushed you from him. The closest guard caught your form. Despite his absolute authority, killing nobles without reason, especially high ranking officers, was frowned on.

This is madness.

Your king was beauteous and cruel. A month into his ascension to the throne and he was already crumbling the ideals in which this nation was founded. Stray hairs hung around his chiseled face, tiny beads of sweat mixed with blood giving him a sadistic gleam as he grinned. Looking your way for a moment, he lazily waved at guards, “Take the Queen to her room.” Without a choice, the two of them gently nudged you from the scene. “Your Highness, please follow us.” Though their faces remained unmoving, their tone revealed their true feelings on the matter. Palm pressed against your mouth, you threw one last glance at the massacre before you. Blinking any lingering emotions, you walked away.

—

Pants filled the room as Sangwoo thrusted into you relentlessly. He was angry; even though he’d appointed new council members, he wasn’t sure he could trust them. In his mind, everyone was after his crown. You were angry as well, but for an entirely different reason.

You laid bare before your king, the fine robes that adorned your body pushed aside revealed your soft breasts; legs spread showed the path to your royal cunt. It disgusted you, thinking how many women had been in this bed, in your same position. Though the silk sheets were pristine, it could never truly wash away the sin. He grunted, “Stop overthinking. Just focus on—” he was close “—taking my seed, it’s all that matters.” Uncaring about your pleasure, Sangwoo bent you into an uncomfortable position, one that allowed his member to penetrate your walls at a deeper angle.

You allowed it.

The two of you, mostly you, were under incredible pressure to conceive. Not just a child, but a male heir. The fact that you hadn’t produced a son for the king was worrying to your mother. She wrote, often. It’s all she could talk about in her letters nowadays; there was fear in her that you would suffer as she did. Four miscarriages, three stillbirths, and then you. Highly superstitious, your mother believed that her misfortune was the price for the murder of the heirs by concubines in a fit of jealousy.

“Put a baby in me Sangwoo.”

You nearly begged, if only to end this. Making love wasn’t an option, nor your life a fairytale. No. King Sangwoo only fucked, and in the most inconvenient places too. You’ll never forget the embarrassment endured when you had tea with several noblewomen; your gracious king thought it would be appropriate to do it in a room adjacent to theirs. He bent you over a desk, throwing everything else off it, before sheathing himself inside of you. Emerging twenty minutes later, you couldn’t even look the ladies in the eyes. No one said anything, lest they lose their heads, but they knew.

Spurred by your words, Sangwoo thrusted faster and harder. “Fuuuck.” He stayed attached to you, like a dog, making sure your womb swallowed every last bit of his essence before pulling out. “Get pregnant.” Is all he said to you as he dressed again and exited the chambers. Out of breath and without a care, you laid there on the bed.

—

A life of servitude awaited YoonBum the second he was born. His poverty stricken parents sold him to be a household slave. Doomed to this fate, Bum tried his best to follow through and avoid punishments. Unfortunately, his master was a sadist and everyday, he received a beating.

After running errands, Bum stood in line to receive the bags of rice his master had ordered. It was the last thing on his list before readying to go home and continue working. Being close by, he couldn’t help but overhear several gentlemen talking, “Where is that damned village?!”

The village in question, it seems, was Bum’s hometown. Because it was a tiny place full of peasants and criminals, cartographers didn’t bother putting it on a map. Only those that came from there knew the area. Sangwoo caught him staring. Quickly glancing away, Bum only saw the man motioning to his companions from the corner of his eye. In a matter of seconds, he was facing the man. He was dressed in purple robes and a gat, symbolizing his status. “Do you know where this village is?”

Daring not to look him in the eye, Bum was slow to nod. He’d been out long enough; his master was probably marching towards the market to drag him home. “Show me.” As guessed, a heavy man came barreling in their direction. He was red in the face. “Bum!” Master Yoon screamed obscenities. Coming to a stop, he sneered at the men.

“We need your servant.”

Though the statement seemed like a request, Sangwoo’s tone made it clear that it was an order. The balding man huffed, ready to curse him out and refuse when Sangwoo showed his name tag. It was made of a cool stone, Oh Sangwoo engraved with the royal crest. The fact that was once red turned pale in realization. Meek before his ruler, Mister Yoon had no choice but to relent. “We’ll be taking him then.”

Bum felt his humanity slip away as he was given to another man so easily. With his head bowed down, he followed this strange new path forged by the man in purple robes.

—

The Heavens decided to smile on YoonBum when he saved the king’s life.

It was an accident, really. The guards felt no threat to the approaching figure in the form of a frail, old lady who was an assassin in disguise. YoonBum saw the knife before they did, jumping in front of Sangwoo.

Adrenaline in his system, Bum didn’t realize he was stabbed till he felt warmth seeping through his rags. Looking down, red spread around the area. It hurt. Badly. Bum’s legs felt like noodles; the little energy he had left his body as he collapsed onto the dirt. Even breathing was painful. His intervention set things in motion. One of the bodyguards chased down the assassin, two stood by Sangwoo and another leant down to help him. He must’ve asked something important but Bum couldn’t hear him clearly. It’s like he was submerged underwater. The last thing he saw before his vision turned black, was Sangwoo staring at him with interest.

He woke up in the nicest room he’s ever been.

The king didn’t visit him personally but he was sent a letter. Red overtook his face as he was forced to admit he didn’t know how to read. The servant relayed the contents, stating that when he was recovered, he would serve the king closely. From someone of his birth, it was the best he could get. YoonBum suddenly felt immensely grateful; he would no longer sleep in a shed with the pigs but a real mat! The pain on his side reminded him of the price he’d paid for this position, but he was used to being hurt. At least now it served to help him.

As the moment of glee passed, Bum realized he didn’t quite know the etiquette of serving the king. Joy left his body as he wondered how he would figure it out.

Like him, Sangwoo was plagued by this constant state of unhappiness. After the attempt on his life, he would think his subjects would be glad to see him breathing but instead he got murmurs of concern. What if he’d died? Who would’ve taken the throne since there was no heir? It would’ve thrown the palace into chaos.

Their silent pleas did not go unheard. “Maybe I should have them killed. Them and their entire families—” he paused when he saw you in the gardens, smiling at one of your ladies. His heart twisted. Sangwoo couldn’t explain it, but he always got the urge to inflict pain on you. He could say it stemmed from a place of resentment. How hard was it to get pregnant? If you gave him a son, he wouldn’t be pestered by these old fucks. Not to mention, your face contorting in distress was intoxicating—not even the concubines could compete with that.

Beneath his robes, his cock twitched with excitement. Oh, how he was going to enjoy this. Approaching your unsuspecting figure, he threw a dazzling smile to your courtesans. Sangwoo knew how to use his assets advantageously. Despite the suffering he caused, people were rendered speechless by his charm and good-looks.

He was like a snake, slithering towards his prey, waiting to attack. You did not hear him coming till you saw your ladies-in-waiting bowing. Greeting him appropriately, you expressed your relief. “Your Highness, I am glad to see you unharmed.”

It’d been a while since you last saw him; when he arrived, the rumour about the assassin spread like wildfire. “My Queen, you are truly a vision. These flowers have nothing on your beauty. You are proof that absence makes the heart grow fonder.” His honeyed words felt like prodding the bees’ nest. If you weren’t careful, you would be stung.

The only times he was this affectionate was when he wanted something. He played the same lovestruck role with your father to convince him of marrying you. Sending your ladies off, Sangwoo dropped his smile. His expression was replaced with desperation. Pulling on your wrist, the two of you traversed to your quarters since they were closer. “Ah!” Thrown harshly onto the bed, you hardly had time to compose yourself before he was mounting you. “Let’s put your cursed womb to good use.” A gasp escaped your lips as he entered you without warning. Your hands formed to fists, grabbing onto the sheets for dear life. It hurts, it hurts!

“Your Majesty! Please— aaah! Be more gentle..!”

Without seeing his face, you could already picture his cruel smirk. “You were born a disappointment. The least you could do is serve your purpose as my wife and bear me an heir.” His words angered you. Managing to twist away, you tried to escape his iron grip. This only resulted in you being pushed onto your back. Sangwoo pried your legs open and realigned himself.

Slap!

Sangwoo’s eyes widened with disbelief. The stinging in his cheek somehow made his pulse beat faster. Hands wrapping around your throat, he squeezed. “You should treat your king with more reverence. It would be a shame if the nation lost its queen. Especially one who can be easily replaced.” Having been the youngest war general, Sangwoo had strength to spare. Your hands seemed small as they banged on his form, silently begging to release you.

Having your life in his hands gave him the edge he needed to cum. With a low moan, Sangwoo emptied himself inside you. In turn, you couldn’t even focus on anything else other than breathing, choking as you gasped for air that you’d previously been deprived of. Knowing that he was capable of committing the worst, death seemed better than staying by his side.

“Perhaps I am not the problem, Your Majesty.”

Your voice was raspy but it rang clear across his majesty’s mind. Your words struck deep, like a knife embedded in his brain. It created a wound that would eventually fester. “Shut up.”

As if to disprove your point, he visited every concubine, not leaving until none of them were left untouched. He needed a son, one way or another, and if you wouldn’t give it to him, he would seek it elsewhere.

—

YoonBum was mostly healed; if anything, it appeared he’d been forgotten after a week of rest. The medic was currently tending to his wound, “It's healing nicely. A few more days and you should be out of here.”

The two of them turned at the sound of the door sliding open, immediately bowing at Her Highness’ entrance.

“Your Majesty, how can I be of use?” It was a bit surprising to see you there; your medical checkup wasn’t till another month. He wondered if you were feeling ill. Fabric wrapped around your neck; the weather was tepid, even inside the palace. That’s when he noticed the purple marks that peeked from under the material. Aware of his pointed stare, you moved the scarf upwards to conceal it. “I need you to acquire these medicinal herbs for me.” Taking the list, he read it carefully. How odd. Before he could ask what they were for, you added, “Your discretion would be appreciated.”

“Of course.”

Bum sat there silently, head facing the floor when you acknowledged him. “Are you the man that saved my husband?” Snapping upwards, he sputtered before letting out a quick “Yes!” Finally having a chance to gaze at your face, Bum felt himself turning red. Dressed in the finest silks from head to toe, standing with an air of regalness, was you. Unlike the king, there was warmth in you. Being in the presence of such a being felt unreal.

At first glance, the young man seemed no different than the other servants. However, his pink cheeks reminded you of innocence that one so rarely saw in the palace, which was filled with betrayal and resentment. His disposition was kind of endearing. You hoped he would remain like this, untainted by the world. “Then I must thank you.”

At your words, Bum’s figure lowered, forehead touching the wood. “Y-your Highness is too kind!” This position caused him a stab of discomfort, applying pressure to his wound yet he refused to straighten up. Noticing, you motioned at him, “Don’t force yourself.”

With that brief interaction, you were gone.

Entering your chambers, you signaled for the maid. Unwrapping the silk bandages, you stared at the mirror. Your husband’s marks served as a reminder of who held the power in this union. The young woman kneeled before you, taking a round brush and rolling it in powder. Although her ministrations were gentle, you couldn’t help but hiss when it applied pressure to your tender skin. “Forgive this servant, Your Majesty!”

“Don’t mind it. Continue.”

—

The king was anxious.

It was one thing for you to not get pregnant, but he’d been keeping busy and there was still no news of concubines with child. Reminded and bothered by your words, he summoned the royal physician. Sangwoo believed he wasn’t the problem, he just needed confirmation. What did you know? He wanted an expert to say that he was fulfilling his duties as king and it was everybody else that lacked.

“I’m sorry to say this, Your Highness.. but you’re infertile.”

With great effort, Sangwoo stopped himself from strangulating the doctor. It was impossible. A frown etched itself in Sangwoo’s face, his handsome features twisting into something scary. “You’re wrong.” It didn’t make sense; as a healthy male in his prime, Sangwoo shouldn’t have a problem fathering as many children as he could. There were several causes that may have caused his infertility, especially since he was a war general but the fact remained that he could not produce children.

Only an heir of royal blood could be king.

He forced the poor man to do every test available to ensure this. The result was the same. Again. And again. “You must not be doing your job right.” As the guards dragged the pleading man, a piece of paper fell from the medics’ robes during the struggle. Picking it up, Sangwoo recognized your handwriting.

“What’s this?”

There was temporary relief in the man’s face as Sangwoo stopped in front of him. “That.. the Queen requested a few me-medicinal herbs.” It didn’t sit right with Sangwoo. Why on earth would you need this shit? The physician seemed hesitant to answer his question. A rough push finally ushered him to say, “Alone these herbs are fine, but mixed..”

As requested, the herbs were delivered to you by the doctor’s assistant. The timing was perfect too. “Why didn’t your master deliver these himself?” Nervous, the boy stuttered a few excuses before asking for permission to leave. That should’ve raised flags in your head but you wanted the plan to work. You needed it to work.

The king had finally taken time out of his busy schedule to visit you, and not just to copulate. He was kind enough to accept your invitation to have a picnic at the pavilion. It was surrounded by a grand lake and vividly green trees; a true landscape.

Sangwoo arrived with a familiar man at his side. You realized you never asked for his name, though that was easily fixed when Sangwoo made a vague motion towards him. “That’s Bum.” He was dressed in green and Sangwoo in red. In comparison to their bright colors, you wore a soft pastel pink, denoting your sophisticated features.

Sitting down, you signaled the servant to begin pouring the soup. Sangwoo raised a brow, curious, “You’re not going to eat?” Listening to your response, a smile appeared on his face. “I wanted to make a special meal for Your Highness, from the bottom of my heart.” It was unnerving, the way he looked at you. Still, you never lost composure, waiting patiently for him. That is, until he asked Bum to lean down and try it. Obedient, the male did so without question. Eyes widening, you managed to stop Bum from tasting. Your hand held onto his wrist tightly—the spoon hovering centimeters from his lips. A few droplets spilled onto the wooden table. Sangwoo tilted his head to the side, innocent expression in tow. “Something wrong?”

Everything is wrong!

Sangwoo knew. You didn’t know how, but of this, you were sure. Fear is what he wanted and you weren’t going to give it to him. “This meat in this broth was especially prepared for His Royal Highness. It shouldn’t go to waste on someone else.” The tip of Bum’s ears burned from embarrassment. He was under the impression you were a benevolent queen; instead, he was reminded of his lowly status. Of course he couldn’t eat the expensive meat, a peasant like him wouldn’t know how to appreciate the flavor. The hurt on his face was evident but he turned to the king, awaiting further instructions. Sangwoo wasn’t fazed, “Don’t be silly.”

Taking the spoon, Sangwoo offered it to you.

You stared at it, unmoving. Sangwoo poked your lips, “Who else but the Queen would be worthy to try such delicacy?” He was baiting you, daring you to deny or confess. Neither was an option. Grabbing the spoon from him, you slowly opened your mouth and dropped the contents inside. Sangwoo’s eyes narrowed slightly but he said nothing. “Swallow.” Damn him to hell. Before you could do such a thing, a guard interrupted. Apparently there were news concerning Yang Seungbae, a traitor to the crown; he was spotted near a town on the outskirts of the forest.

Sangwoo hated him. More than anyone. That bastard was working hard to rally forces that would conspire against him. While things were peaceful at court, Sangwoo had felt a shift ever since the assassination attempt. His eye twitched in annoyance, though you weren’t entirely positive if it was because of Seungbae or the fact that he’d been interrupted. Sitting completely still, you watched as Sangwoo whispered to Bum before leaving. As soon as he was gone, you grabbed a handkerchief and spit out the soup. This action worries a few servants but you waved them off. “It’s cold.” They couldn’t understand as you ordered them to throw it, seeing as it was perfectly edible. Such a waste, disposing of such good meat.

Bum followed you like a lost puppy. The first night Sangwoo bedded him, YoonBum experienced true love. It wasn’t gentle; the king’s touch harbored no hatred but passion. Bum had never felt like that. It made him feel special; the ruler of the country placed his lips and strong hands on his skinny body. He had a queen, concubines, and still, he went to him. Elated couldn’t begin to describe how Bum felt. His feelings for his king were all-consuming. Since then, he’d made a promise to follow every order Sangwoo asked of him. Bum didn’t have anything against you, truly, but his loyalty laid with his king.

On their way back, they encountered Imperial Concubine Min Jieun. The crowd following her greeted you respectfully, and while she did so too, there was a triumphant smirk on her face. Nodding in acknowledgment, you continued walking, enjoying nature. The sun warmed your skin, making you forget about any worries, if only for a moment. Once the group was out of earshot, you glanced at your companion. “What was that about?” It was no secret how spoiled Min Jieun was; she was a woman of noble birth, groomed to perfection. That’s the facade she chose to wear instead of the power hungry bitch she was. Envy burned in every particle of her body. She wanted you out of the picture—she wanted to be queen and mother of Sangwoo’s children. Still, your position commanded respect. Your lady leaned in, whispering, “There’s rumors that she’s with child.”

“Oh.”

Bum watched your composed reaction with intrigue. He could understand if you held a grudge towards her. He did. You would always be first to the king, so he had to accept that. Bum knew it was the way things ran. However, he couldn’t say the same for the other concubines. They had the chance to bear Sangwoo’s child. Bum only wished he could do so too. Alas, this resentment made him feel guilty because the concubines were amicable women—well, except Min Jieun. He didn’t realize that they were shackled to this restrictive lifestyle; that they had no choice but to make the best of the situation.

“Is there something you want to say?”

Almost jumping at the sudden sound of your voice, Bum gazed around to see who you were talking to. Finding your clear eyes on him, he realized you’d seen through him. “Uh.. n-no, Your Majesty..”

“Say it.”

“How.. how does Your Majesty handle it?”

Though the question itself was vague, you got the gist. “Queens are expected to rise above such earthly emotions.” You had a solemn expression and the grip around your fan tightened, “Jealousy is futile.”

Nodding, Bum felt like he’d swallowed vinegar. This revelation left him in deep thought. Perhaps that was the difference between royals and peasants; possessiveness was quick to overtake him while you had to live with the knowledge that your husband would seek the company of others.

Hm, maybe he was right not to envy you.

—

“The Queen has fallen ill.”

It was so sudden; you were so healthy one day and the next, chills racked your body, fever uncontrollable. The court tried to be positive on the matter but it wasn’t looking good. Sangwoo was advised to refrain from visiting you—if he got sick too, it would affect the entire nation. “I will see my wife as I see fit.”

“Open the door and step aside.”

He was like an angel of death, entering with eerie calmness. Even through the soft curtains he could see your weakened form. You looked thinner, unable to eat. The physicians tried to get you to consume anything but it was just regurgitated in minutes.

The bed dipped under his weight as he sat next to you.

“Did you eat something bad?” He caressed your face, pushing hairs away that stuck due to the sweat. Fingers tightening on the blankets, you managed to open your mouth. “Congratulations.” Lips pale and cracked, you smiled sardonically. Sangwoo wasn’t expecting that reaction. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve heard news that Concubine Jieun is pregnant.”

A dark look crossed his face. “Is that so?” He stood, “Perhaps I should pay her a visit.” Though his tone was mocking, there was something bothering Sangwoo. Fortunately for the king, you were too woozy to think straight. Leaning down, Sangwoo placed a hand behind your neck, lifting you just a bit, enough to kiss your lips.

“Don’t die.”

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𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑, 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋.

❝hold your ground; stand up for yourself with grit and grace.❞ - Unknown.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | when he heard you broke from your timid and soft-spoken self just so you could defend him.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, kalim al asim, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, malleus draconia × female reader.

𝐭𝐰 | none!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | of course, <3 anon chan 😘 nice to meet you and have a good day too 😆 by the way, freaking gosh, this becomes soooo long 2,241 words if you wanna know bdjejwjeeh 😭😂💦 HELP-

𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 | reposting and queued this in time for my classes because i am determined to put it in tags lfmaooo and I also added few more because I noticed some of Leona’s part was missing and typographical errors are fixed shsbjd

Riddle was always grateful that you were a lot tamer than your chaotic friends that give him constant headaches. He also appreciates your quiet and soft nature because it helps him calm down a lot during his near outbursts when he was about to behead some of his rebellious dorm mates.

So, one random day, Riddle overheard you talking to some students; he presumed they were your classmates? He trusts you a lot, and was about to leave because he didn't want to disrespect your conversation when he heard his name, including the loud series of continuous insults directed to him, repeatedly calling him a ruthless tyrant and such, that had made his elegant brows raise to his hairline. 

A lady such as yourself shouldn't be hearing such crass words from those uneducated fools. His eyes twitched in seething anger, a vein bulging in his forehead and he was about to step in to teach them a lesson they won't forget when Riddle had heard your voice snapping.

It took him by surprise when he heard your usual soft and timid tone raise an octave, your loud yells reverberated greatly across the empty halls. Riddle felt some sort of pleasant shock; he couldn't imagine you, who was usually soft-spoken, to defend him like that. Though that aside, immediate pride and affection swells inside him. 

Riddle always believes that as a gentleman, he should be the one to protect you from fools, or defend you against malicious people like that. But he supposed the position getting reversed once in a while feels...good as well. Now, if you'll excuse him, he still needs to, ah, re-educate those imbeciles, a lesson they won't ever forget.

Leona doesn't care that you're timid most of the time, in fact, it even brought a slight relief to him because firstly, he won't have you loudly reprimanding and nagging him if he doesn't attend classes like Ruggie does, disturbing his naps. And secondly, he secretly finds you a great wonder, knowing that most women in Afterglow Savana were all "warriors" and they intimidate him. 

Though for your own sake, Leona would drop casual hints about arming yourself in an argument here and there for you to catch. He favoured your soft-spoken persona, yes, but that doesn’t mean he would go around letting you be in danger just because of it.

And just when he thought that you were tamed and a well-behaved little lamb, Leona was slightly bewildered to hear your loud shouts that knocked him out of his sleep. He almost thought that you were in danger and would instantly leap in to tear off the person who dared to attack you limb by limb if not for the obvious anger lacing your voice.

Hou? Leona listens curiously in patient silence as you apparently "defend" his reputation. It would be a lie to say that he didn't care what others say about him, but at this point, he had completely given up on how others perceived him, all their opinions be damned. But he had to admit, you saying that he was more than just being an "indolent bastard" makes his heart do a quick lithe leap. Just a little bit.

However, of course, he can't let you hog in all the fun to yourself. If those fools were brave enough to lash out and dish out their problems about him to you, they must be prepared to face the consequences of his payback. Though perhaps he must thank them as well? For encouraging and pushing his timid herbivore to stand up and hold her ground to what she believes to be most important? Heh.

Azul thought that your soft and timid self is quite a refreshing sight; you're like a breath of fresh air for him. Being surrounded by the chaotic twins all the time drains his energy, no matter how efficient they seem to be for business. So, having you around calms him down, and your soft voice was like enticing him to sleep and relax.

That's why when he heard a loud scream outside of the VIP room, Azul had seriously doubted his ears, blinking his eyes in mild shock and refusing to believe that person who had just raised their voice was you. You, his precious angelfish who spoke so softly and tenderly to him all the time, just shouted? 

Azul snapped out of his trance when he had heard your voice again, this time, it was even louder, and he could clearly hear just what makes you this furious. He quietly left the sanctuary of his office just as the argument kept on getting clearer. He had heard his name, how the students called him a "scammer", "manipulator", "evil schemer", "stupid octopus" and such. 

Under normal circumstances, Azul wouldn't feel any remorse when he had tricked them into a contract for servitude as a small payment for what they boastfully spout about him. He was ready to make them pay a hundred folds...if not for you defending him wholeheartedly. You were readily refuting every falseーor were they really false?ーclaims about him; a bit more menacing, a little more proud, and very much seething in anger. 

Adoration bloomed inside him as he almost felt tears start to prickle in the corner of his eyes. He never had someone who would defend him, who would boast how "hardworking" he was, or be angry...just for him. Azul had to steel his knees from buckling over, blinking back his tears and parading his usual, haughty smile. As much as he wants to rejoice and melt for your brave words, he first needs to get you out of there. He can't have his precious angelfish deal with those pests all by yourself, no?

Kalim was understanding, empathetic enough to know not to push you beyond the limits you could give. He was content to see you interacting and hanging out with him, no matter how quiet and timid you may be! Fret not, it doesn't matter one bit if he's the only one speaking and getting the conversation going, as long as he knew you were there and listening to him, that's all that matters to him.

Though seriously speaking, does anyone even have the heart to say malicious things about this sunshine? Though let's admit it, not all people would see Kalim's open generosity in a positive light and some people would even find it rather irritating (ーlike Jamilー). So, things like "bad-mouthing" him does happen, maybe not as much in NRC but he does hear them back in Scalding Sands.

Due to his position of being the heir to a big clan, Kalim was very much exposed to the harsh criticism and perhaps hatred and envy of others, though he does his very best to ignore them, and understand where they are coming from because he knows that not all are as privileged as him. So hearing people say bad things about him in the NRC is nothing new as well. 

What was something new though...is you raising your voice that made him jump, his heart almost made a quick leap out of his throat. Especially when you declared that he was the kindest, the most understanding and the best person you ever met in your life. Kalim didn't even hear the insults because he was more focused on drilling the image of you, looking so gallant like a honourable warrior defending him. 

Before it escalates into something serious though, Kalim would jump in the conversation and sway the topic into a more light-hearted one. You would notice his smile looked a lot brighter than normal, and that his cheerfulness is so contagious that you forgot the person who badmouthed him as Kalim dragged you to somewhere he could spoil you rotten.

Vil doesn't usually mind your timid self; he finds himself surprisingly adoring it at times. Especially after those stressful and chaotic days that all he needs is to have a peaceful respite that he had found in you. Though there were times that he would...ah, help you to become more open and confident when talking to people. Unlike Leona who would just drop hints, Vil was determined to teach you how to arm yourself with words, if not magic or any other weapon. 

Hence why Vil was very much accustomed to harsh criticism and dare say, downright hate. He was an actor and a model after all. He had long prepared himself to accept those healthy criticisms, and block off all the malicious comments thrown at him. So, hearing his own schoolmates lash out their hate against him is nothing to waste his time about. After all, they weren't even brave enough to say that to his own face. 

Even so, what took him in a pleasant astonishment is when he heard your voice, loud and clear and confident, rebutting their foolish claims about him. He didn't even pay enough attention when those potatoes blatantly compared him to Neigeーwhich was, by the way, will be dealt with laterーbecause all he could hear was your voice.

Vil huffed in amusement; you had incorporated everything he had taught you today and he could say that he was pleased with your development. As much as he wanted to see how far you could go and how good it was that you were defending him, Vil cannot allow you to linger longer around those fools who don't know basic etiquette more than necessary. 

Brimming with confidence as he was, Vil swept between smoothly, the long and loose sleeves of his dorm uniform flaunting behind me like a perfect picturesque as he hide you behind his back. He looked down coldly at those potatoes, ignoring your surprise yelp. Now, Vil can't let the improper things they say pass without a proper punishment, no?

Like everyone does, Idia doesn't care if you're timid or soft spoken either. To be honest, it was even encouraged by him. He could get around everything between you two without speaking, especially since he wasn't used to being around people a lot. After all, your quiet voice when you're talking to him doesn't feel like any otherーit was more relaxing, more soothing…

That's why when he heard you shouting so loudly and angrily one day, Idia fell on his chair in shock. He was surveying the surroundings from the CCTVs around the school for possible routes he could take when he went out to buy snacks for the weekend when he caught sight of you in the hallway with some unfamiliar students. It doesn't look like a one-sided argument, but you were definitely more pissed off than the others.

The longer he listens, the more Idia wants to wither awayーfrom embarrassment, or from self-resentment or from pure adoration, he cannot pinpoint exactly what! You...you were defending him! Him! You were seethingly refuting every claim he heard directed to him. Every single negative thing they pointed out that he himself knew of all people possessed, said it was nothing but baseless untruths. 

How could you say that he was not useless when all he could do now was to watch you from afar as you fight for his reputation? How could you still believe he was not a coward after all those things that people said about him and his failures? How could you still love him after all the things you were hearing right now? 

Idia clenched his fists that his nails dug in his palms. He...wants to be like you as well. He wanted to be the man you could depend on, the one who could defend you like those in his otome games he played. If one day...if only he could build up the courage to be...anyway, for now, Idia mysteriously alerted some of the professors that someone was bullying you. He couldn't be there personally, with how he is right now, but he would make sure to protect you in the way that he himself could surely do this time...

The one who insults and badmouth The Malleus Draconia himself was probably tired of living, having a death wish or something. Almost everyone was scared of facing him, but alas, there surely exists those who are...brave enoughーor was it simply foolishness?ーto insult him in the presence of his own beloved. 

Malleus probably didn't hear your "heroic acts" personally, but due to Sebek's garrulous mouthーand he can't simply keep this a secret to his Waka-sama!ーhe was informed how you defend him in front of many people. 

He would ask every detail, how it started and how it escalated to how it ended. Sebek wouldn't leave a single detail, though he supposed he could make you a little more "gallant and chivalrous" to his Young Master because you were the first one to stand up for him, and you are his lover, not his guard!

After hearing the full details from the extremely proud Sebekーand how he had already taught the impudent students a lesson for insulting himーMalleus had found himself teleporting next to you, that made you jump because it was so sudden. And he would hug you so suddenly and wordlessly. When you ask him why, he would just reply that he feels like you had done something so incredible for him that he wants to repay and spoil you in any way you desire.

Malleus does mind the insults, but he was more focused on you and how you stand up and hold your ground despite your soft-spoken self. He wished he could've seen you break out from your shell once again, but he won't force you to it. After all, there's plenty of time to rectify that and he would wait patiently on the day you showed all your sides to him.

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