#I know these is an evil spiral I can still sing I just have to rehearse a bit and remember my technique but it’s v v hard

[paper-starz]

WELCOME HOME THEORY 2: The Theory Strikes Back

Good evening, gentlemen, gentleladies, and gentlethems,

Or Good night

Or even good morning,

Whenever you are, I humbly come to you all with another theory.

This time, its our favorite morally questionable sentient house, Home!

So strap in, buckle up, cause I have STUFF TO SAY.

THIS WILL BE VERY LONG AND IT WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE UPDATE!!

Alright, so to begin, what the HECK is going on with Home?

They are one of the most mysterious characters in Welcome Home, we don't know much if not anything at all. And what we do know... wellllll......

Yeah definitely not menacing at all.....

The only thing that we do know of Home is well… ^ This and the fact that it and Wally are sentient.

Ok, let’s backtrack. HOMES SENTIENT???

Yep! While it was implied in the first update that it was aware of us, this handy-dandy audio clip confirms that Home (like Wally) is aware of “You” (Whoever this “You” person may be. Either literally us or the Question Answerer).

Now, what exactly Home is saying is still up for debate. Some say that it’s “Help Me” while others say it’s “Hello”. (It’s incredibly hard to know what’s exactly dots and dashes with Homes banging) but one thing is for sure, Home is communicating with us.

“AHHHH HOW SCARY! THE CREEPY DEMON HOUSE IS GONNA KILL US” D:

And that’s where you’re wrong, dear viewer. While Home is clearly morally dubious and incredibly suspicious, like Wally, I don’t think it’s necessarily evil.

Take for instance this link right here. It’s an honestly cute lil audio of Wally singing to Home. But while that is adorable, it’s the ending that I really wanna focus on.

Wally: …Do you like it? Home: *Creaks* (it’s Morse code again! Spells out IDO) Wally: Thats good… I think…

Ok why did I bring this old little clip up? Oh ya know… no reason… OTHER THAN THE FACT THAT WALLY CAN’T UNDERSTAND HOME ANYMORE!!!

Ok, I know whatcha thinkin’ “Why not anymore?”

Take a listen at another audio clip, this time it’s a secret one!!

The clip is about Barnaby and Home having a conversation with one another! But if you listen real closely… Home is not speaking in Morse code! It’s their own lil Home language, still consisting of creaks and bangs… yet Barnaby doesn’t seem to have any trouble understanding Home.

So how come Wally can’t understand Home and yet Barnaby can?

It’s because Wally’s sentient now. He’s getting more real. More human. Cartoon logic does not apply to Wally anymore! To us, Home is speaking in gibberish! Since it’s gibberish to us, then it’s gibberish to Wally!

And Home knows that, so it does the next best thing and tries using another language to hopefully communicate better. Now that I’m listening to the first audio clip again (so-below), it makes sense why Home is “speaking” slowly. It’s not used to communicating that way. It’s hard to tell their dots from their dashes, their bangs from their creaks, and it’s pauses are sometimes too long and too short at the same time! In a weird way, Home kinda has an accent when speaking in Morse code.

It’s kinda sweet just how hard Home is trying to communicate with Wally and us. Makes ya forget that Home has a weird portal and a flesh heart inside of them.

“WAIT WHAT?!?” (<- That’s you)

Yeah, remember when I said the more sentient something gets the more “real” they get?

Yeah, it’s also been happening with Home too. Go on any doodle audio file, and you can hear assumably Home’s heart beating away. You can hear it very clearly in this audio right here! I doubt the Playfellow Workshop made Home with a literal BEATING heart, but hey, Home is where the heart is I guess…

And now, the portal thing.

“Since when did Welcome Home ever had a portal??”

Oh since the very beginning actually!

First updated “portal” picture

Many people (including yours truly) theorized that this swirly spiral was a portal to the real world. It seems that we have more evidence to support this theory too!

First updated portal (shown left) and second updated portal (shown right)

Hey…. Wait a second…. Is it just me or it the portal getting…. Bigger?

The first update it was small, even the black goo wasn’t as bad… on the second picture, the spiral is INCREDIBLY large, and now the goo is coating the trees.

Well, isn’t that ominous.

"But wait. If Home has a portal... where is this portal even going?"

Both portals have the same black goo surrounding it, the same white eye in the center and the same swirl.

It's going to the Restoration team. And look at where the portal is placed. It's on the ceiling. "As above"

and the one in Welcome Home is "So below"

So perhaps the portal in Home is on the floor... This CANNOT be a coincidence I swear!!

With weird goo covering everything. And like, thats not all!

If you compare the items that the Restoration team uploaded onto the site in the first update and on the second update, you'll notice that the items have grown significantly larger.

At first, it was just envelopes with paper crammed inside of it. As if the person was trying to cram in as much information as possible. It isn't neat.

About us page: All of the paper materials tucked away inside the envelopes we have received are usually crammed together and covered in paint and ink.

Now, in the second update, the items have grown larger.

These items are much larger than mail, and I believe it also has something to do with how much bigger the portal has gotten.

Pretty soon, we might have full-grown puppets jumping in. But now that begs the question... Why is Home doing this?

Well, I think it's because Home really wants to help Wally.

As you inspect the website, there's a bunch of evidence that Wally is growing increasingly desperate for some other kind of sentient connection. It's been growing so much that it starts to get worrying...

Let's go back to the conversation between Home and Barnaby, notice anything weird? Not really? Well, I noticed that every bug audio file was in the perspective of Wally. Here, Wally is just staring at his half-finished painting, even Barnaby comments on this and finds it odd that Wally stopped painting.

It looks to me that Wally was dissociating. There, but not really there. He's been disconnected from reality because it feels unreal to him.

And Home sees that. As soon as the conversation turns to Wally, Home goes dead silent. When Wally still does not respond, Home releases a series of quick creaks and bangs to try and get Wally's attention. It doesn't work. Once Barnaby says Wally's name, it snaps him out of his dissociative state.

And Home is worried about Wally.

It gives a whole new look to the infamous "so-below" image.

Home isn't looking at Wally, it's looking straight at us. Eyes shaking as Wally seems like he's begging. Home doesn't look malicious here, Home looks like it's begging us to do something to calm Wally down because it physically can't anymore.

Home and Wally don't have a lot, if not any facial expressions at all. And shaky eyes in cartoons are a good indicator that someone is scared.

And if Home (in this link) is saying "Help Me", then no wonder! Heck, even the freaking disk is shaking!

Home is reaching out to us for help because it can't comfort Wally anymore and I don't know about you but that is SAD.

Two puppets that recently gained sentience can't even get the comfort out of each other because they can't communicate anymore :(

So, all Home can do is wait and watch Wally.

And if help won't come to you, well, having a handy-dandy portal is very helpful!

You can go to the help instead.

#welcome home #wally darling #welcome home wally #welcome home home #welcome home barnaby #barnaby b beagle #theory #HONESTLY #THIS GIVES ME SUCH A NEW PERSPECTIVE ON HOME #Honestly #The fandom (including myself) kinda used Home as a scapegoat for creepy shit! "AAA! Home is evil and wrong and bad >:( #And while Home is still morally dubious #I think (like Wally) it's desperate for help

[tragicbeauty1991]

So I know I’m extremely late to the party, but I FINALLY got around to watching Wish now that it’s up on Disney+ and…I genuinely don’t understand why it got so much hate?? Sure, maybe it wasn’t on par with things like The Lion King or Frozen in terms of the lasting effect it’ll have on pop culture but it was still a good, fun film with original characters and plot and catchy songs. While I can see where some of the complaints are coming from, I feel like ultimately most of them blow the issues out of proportion. As for my personal thoughts on the film…

- The songs were good overall. Maybe not as memorable as some of my favorite ‘90s Disney jams, but topping Phil Collins and Elton John is admittedly hard to do. Ariana DeBose and Chris Pine were great, though. I honestly had no idea Chris Pine could sing so well. “At All Costs” was by far my favorite song of the entire film. I would have loved to see it as a love duet rather than singing to the wishes but regardless, it’s beautiful. “This is the Thanks I Get” got a lot of flak, but honestly, I thought it was catchy and fun—rather reminiscent of Gaston’s pub song about himself.

- Speaking of Magnifico… More backstory, please! I would love for a sequel to do what they did with Frozen and explain all the things that were not fully developed in the first film. I want to know details on what happened to Magnifico’s family… But man, oh man… Was I EVER happy to get a “real villain” again with more of a classic Disney feel—dramatic, over the top, a little unhinged…and just FUN. I think the reason so many people seem to be having a problem with him is that they don’t quite know how to categorize him, though, before his ultimate downward spiral after being possessed by the book. (I think after that point, no one would argue about him being a villain.) But before…while he’s definitely narcissistic and has a temper…he’s not straight-up evil. There’s a big difference in being a bit of a jerk and being someone who makes you legitimately fear for your life. In fact, we have several heroic characters in the Disney canon who at least start out their story in a similar vein. Prince Naveen, Peter Pan, and Emperor Kuzco, for example, are all full of themselves and entitled…but they ultimately choose to do the right thing when it comes down to people they care about. That is to say, Magnifico’s less than ideal character traits we see early on in the film shouldn’t automatically qualify him as a villain. He could frankly go either way. And then when he does “go dark” it’s ONE stupid decision on his part (going for the book) that ruins any chance he had of being like the aforementioned characters. Personally, I like the complexity…and the tragedy of what it means for Queen Amaya. Which reminds me…

- Yes, a villain power couple would have been fun. But honestly, I think I like this better. Partly because of the angst potential here. For all his faults, Amaya DOES genuinely love him, and watching him slowly lose his mind and himself to the power-hungry monster he becomes has to be absolutely heartbreaking for her. Also…maybe it’s just because I identify with Amaya here. I have been in a bad relationship where I did truly love the other person and thought they loved me…but ultimately, they seemed to love themselves more. And I made excuse after excuse for his behavior for a long time because I couldn’t see what he was doing to me…didn’t want to see it…because I loved him. People say Amaya had to have known sooner that something rotten was going on but I don’t know that she ever allowed herself to think anything other than the best of him. Amaya has a good heart…and sometimes those people see the best in others even when it isn’t there. What I really would have loved is to have Amaya and Magnifico sing a short reprise of “At All Costs” in which Amaya is asking, “Really? You’ll hoard all these wishes for your own selfish reasons even at the cost of losing your people’s love? Of losing me?” And Magnifico is just…stoically resolute. That would have hurt but it would have been so good!

- Similarly, I don’t get the complaint about Star. I wouldn’t mind seeing Star Boy like he was in the concept art and having a romance with Asha. But also…Star is ADORABLE, okay?? He may not speak but he has so much personality. Makes me think of like…Pascal in Tangled or even Tinkerbell.

- I know a lot of people complained about there being too many references to other Disney films but this just seems like a silly argument to me. Disney has always liked to leave little Easter eggs in their films and have some fun with crossovers. I am thinking of the Genie imitating Pinocchio and pulling Sebastian out of nowhere in Aladdin. Hidden characters in the background of other films like Flynn and Rapunzel showing up in Arendelle. Hidden Mickeys. And of course shows that were all about a Disney multi-verse that sort of pokes fun at itself like Once Upon a Time, House of Mouse, and even Ralph Breaks the Internet. With this being a special anniversary film, of course we ought to expect more nods to other films and Disney animation history. I thought it was cute. Especially Magnifico’s jab at Asha’s little moving drawing. (“Is that a talent?”) Made me literally laugh out loud.

- I think the one complaint I do agree with at least in part is the, “But Magnifico was right, though??” Some dreams shouldn’t come true. Especially if it’s a wish you’re making when you’re 18. There are definitely things I wished for at 18 that I am glad I did not get in hindsight. Sometimes what we wish for isn’t what’s best for us or others. And while Asha’s wishes are selfless and for others…she seems to assume that everyone else will also have equally harmless, selfless wishes. It’s sweet but perhaps a bit naive. Also…Asha has good intentions but it is rather funny and frustrating as the adult to watch this teenager come in and try to upset the whole system thinking she knows better than the person who has been running the kingdom for years. That said… Asha isn’t totally wrong either. The wishes do ultimately belong to the people who made them and it’s better even if it’s painful to have a dream in your heart than to be lacking purpose. It may be easier to forget the wishes entirely but certainly not healthier. Ironically, if only these two could have worked together, they actually would have made a great team.

Overall, I liked the film. And I think if I was still a child myself, I would have enjoyed it even more.

#wish #disney wish #wish 2023 #wish asha #princess asha #king magnifico #queen amaya #ariana debose #chris pine #Disney

[themightymoose]

What are your plans for Branch in your au?

may I offer you my Evil Pop! Branch design?

yeah it's not very good but this is like the best thing I've ever drawn. So I'll take it. Anyways, long ramble under the cut

Let's start with his personality. Branch, while under the string's influence, is very chill and relaxed. He prefers to go with the flow and let everyone do their own thing. But he is also very smug and likes to get under people's (Poppy's) skin. He is also the lead singer of Kismet, who he considers his (cooler) brothers

Now, when he was younger, after his grandmother got eaten. He was terrified to learn that he had turned grey. Branch started to spiral, wondering how he was going to be liked by the Pop Trolls now, how his brothers would think of him. He would be an outcast! An embarrassment to them! He couldn't go to Pop Village looking like... this! Those were his thoughts before he accidentally stumbled on the Pop string. Branch hadn't meant to find it, nor did he plan on searching for it. Sure, he knew the strings existed, but he didn't really care much for the stories. He was just wandering, lost in his own thoughts

Then, he got an idea

He knew it was a stupid idea, it was ridiculous. A single string wouldn't be able to make him forget about all his problems. But he was willing to try anything at this point. He had to try. So he did. He pointed the string at himself and gave it a little flick. He closed his eyes and braced himself, expecting it to hurt, when he felt nothing, he opened his eyes, panic already seeping in again. Until he looked at his paws

He was blue. It worked

Branch quickly sprinted to the nearest place where he could see his reflection. He was colorful, and he smiled. He was perfect

Okay so one thing to know about the antidepressant string is that Branch still has way more agency than he would if he used all the strings. Like, yeah the string made him happy and gave him color, but other than that, he could basically do whatever. If he used all the strings to make himself a Pop Zombie or something, his eyes would be flat out pink. But since he only used the Pop string, he has just, like, a glint of pink in his eyes. Everyone just thinks it's heterochromia and doesn't really question it

ALSO 👏 since I headcanon Canon!Branch as autistic, Evil Pop!Branch is also autistic. And since he thinks for the longest time he would be abandoned if the Pop Trolls figured out he's actually grey, he got really good at masking. The only people who knew about Branch's autism was Kismet, and later Poppy. (ADHD queen and autism king)

I might actually make autism Branch hcs in the future

So during the first movie, the Pop Trolls actually end up getting Chef's attention because Poppy and Branch were trying to one up each other. Like, who can get the brightest lights, who can sing the loudest, etc. And during their ✨journey✨ they constantly butt heads, their arguing also ends up getting them into trouble. It isn't until their sitting in front of the campfire that Branch made that they have a heart-to-heart, and they realize they have more in common than they realize. They become much closer after that, which doesn't go unnoticed by the Snack Pack

"Wait, are Banch and Poppy... laughing? And joking together? I thought they hated each other."

"I dunno, man. A lot of things can happen during the adventure of a lifetime. Wait, is she... serenading him???"

"W H A T?????"

now the second movie... oof. okay. So yeah Branch is out stealing all the strings. But things quickly take a turn when he learns about his brothers' whereabouts. John is out living in the woods, just like it's always been for the past twenty years. He can't help but sigh as he looks at a picture of Bitty B. The youngest BroZone member, but also the cutest. He wonders what he's up to now. Just then he distantly sees a bunch of things flying over him, distantly hearing someone cackling evilly (like those things the Rock Trolls were flying in, I don't know what they're called)

Their next destination is Vacay Island, where Bruce and Floyd are currently residing. Floyd had just finished serving a customer before a familiar-looking troll swung the doors open, quickly yelling out orders to his little army to ransack the place, steal whatever they want. Bruce didn't know what was happening, he just knew he had to protect the kids. He didn't know where Floyd is, but he can fend for himself... right? He quickly tries to help Brandy gather up the kids and try to hide them. Meanwhile Floyd is hiding under a pile of floaties, through the cracks he catches glimpses of a blue troll. He looks so familiar but doesn't at the same, his hair grown out, going all the way down his back. He's wearing a Hawaiian shirt, much like what Bruce always wears. He is also pretty muscular, much more than Floyd could ever dream of being. But it's also certain mannerisms that the troll does that catches his attention. The way his tail sweeps across the ground, how he drums his foot against the ground when he's aggravated, it wasn't until he spoke that it confirmed Floyd's thoughts

Branch

Eventually they leave and set off to the next location, Bruce is calling for him. He calls back. Bruce is talking, panicked, but Floyd isn't listening. It wasn't until Floyd spoke that Bruce got quiet.

"Bitty B..."

"...What?"

"The... The leader. The one who was ordering the trolls around, telling them to ruin this place.... That was Branch."

Now it's time to pay the Putt Putt trolls a visit. Okay so I'm gonna skim over this one a little bit but let's just say they fuck up that place as well and Branch tries to kill Clay (I might make a comic about that if you peeps like the above drawing)

It isn't until the ending that he's really important. So Branch ends up capturing Barb, since she lies about being the ruler of the Rock Trolls. And then yeah they get the strings and turn everyone into Pop Zombies. And then... the reveal happens.

Branch is mortified, Riff's accusation was repeating itself in his head

"You've been using that string on yourself, haven't you?"

And he couldn't deny it, he couldn't say anything. All eyes were on him, he couldn't say some snide remark, a snarky comment, a smug or witty retort. He couldn't even roll his eyes. All he could do, was stare.

"Branch... is this true?" Peppy. Poppy's father, the ex-king of the Pop Trolls, and the father Branch never had. He couldn't bare to look at him, to see the look of disappointment and anger in his eyes, in anyone's eyes.

Then Barb speaks up

"You... can't be doing that. You can't just force yourself to be happy!"

And Branch just... fucking loses it. Who do these Rock Trolls think they are? They're trying to humiliate him, to get him thrown out.

He would not let that happen

Barb can see Branch walking over to her, his glare is dark and dangerous. She can see the crowd staring at her, Riff seems terrified for Barb's life. And she panics.

And she breaks them

The strings are gone

And everything is grey

Everything that Branch has been working for is gone. He tried so hard to be the most-loved troll in the village, to be colorful, to be perfect. It was all for nothing. And it's all the Rock Trolls' fault

and then yeah things happen and Barb ends racism :D (can you tell I'm getting tired)

And we still have the third movie :')

So y'all know for the third movie that Branch is the one that gets kidnapped and BroZone plus Poppy and Creek tag along to save him. Meanwhile Branch is sad because he thinks no one is going to come for him because he believes no one will want anything to do with him after the events of World Tour :(

oh how very wrong he is

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls movie #trolls world tour #trolls band together #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls barb #brozone #trolls bruce #trolls floyd #trolls john dory #trolls clay #trolls brozone

[phoenixyfriend]

Me, explaining Chanters of Tremaris to someone on Discord:

[Beware: spoilers ahead, if you intend to read the books]

Fictional planet, people can cause magic by singing, and the type of magic is generally a cultural/bloodline thing (much like AtLA)

Also a Prophesied One with All the Powers, except there's more than one person who can sing multiple magics, and the other guy is Evil

there's a fucked up city that's held up and kept beautiful and Not Falling Apart by enslaving children to sing it. Protagonists free the children and the city falls apart LITERALLY OMELAS I mean not really, because the Function of the enslaved and neglected children is obvious, and it's not everyone that knows But close enough

Haunting imagery of dead women sealed into a wall of ice out of fear of their illness reaching their sisters

Someone has a brother they didn't know about, and meets in the final book

The only girls allowed on boats are the ones that can sing the wind

(This is possibly just the one really misogynistic pirate ship, but still)

(A choice bit of worldbuilding. Girls are bad luck unless they can chant the wind)

Author did not seem to realize there was Lesbian Potential (boat girl and protagonist)

You get through the entire series and learn that the "lost magic" that nobody can rediscover is LITERACY nobody here can WRITE or READ there are no BOOKS

And you don't notice! As a reader! OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND I GUESS

Also it turns out that this is. Not the original planet. They find The Oldest City and the city is actually a giant spaceship That was used to settle the planet centuries ago Possibly millennia, given that an entire portion of the population, geographically separated from the rest, does not have vocal cords

No we do not know how the fuck the entire human population managed to collectively forget how to write

The worldbuilding starts out very standard fantasy and then spirals wildly out of control

@ioudaleks, helping me out: IT’S SUCH BONKERS WORLDBUILDING AND IT WORKS

ALIENS

THE BIRDS

A GENERATION SHIP

FUCKING GLOBAL ILLITERACY

NOT EVEN THE MERCHANT CLASS

ioudaleks: ICE WALL WITH CORPSES

At this point, the person we were goading to read it (whose tumblr I am unsure of), asked "there's a merchant class with no writing?"

And. Yes. There is.

There is a college with no writing

There is aristocracy with no writing

It makes absolutely NO sense AND YET

ioudaleks: Compelling tho

Innocent bystander we are infodumping at: "ig the song magic makes it work somehow. sing your memory good"

Oh, not at all

Not everyone can magic

Fire magic has been almost completely forgotten because it was outlawed

And the country that now has zero magic is the one with a college

One of the college students invents a bicycle and then helps them become fugitives by blowing up his own workshop as a distraction

There's a really annoying romance, but it's Standard for the genre and year of writing (16-17yo girl and a guy in his late 20s/early 30s)

And the impossible city with the enslaved kids has some uh. Very Hapsburg-esque romances.

ANYWAY the people who don't have vocal cords DO have magic dancing

ioudaleks: One whole system is overtone singing and supposedly only men can do it because of something something vocal cords. Only women sing the ice magic.

The magic to charm "beasts" is said to be lost but it turns out that the ice priestesses have kept it up as an oral tradition The songs we sing for the bees aren't magic! They just Like It 😃

I would encourage most people to read it just for that absolute bonkers ramping up into insanity

There is a Magic Trumpet It is very small A clarion You can use it to make fire

The bicycle arsonist found it and gave it to the sailor girl

@ihaveatypeanditstrickstergods: Wait, was the last thing writing in general or just musical notation?

And I'm so sorry to confirm that uh

It was. All writing

You think it's just musical notation but then they Figure Out Syllables

(I reread them a few years ago and have a whole unhinged rant about the trilogy, in that same server, in February 2020)

The series has a very solid, long-term hold on my hindbrain.

Have I ever treated it as a fandom? No. Has it doubtlessly affected me as a person and a writer? Yes

#chanters of tremaris #tremaris #there are only one and a half fics for this series on AO3 folks #phoenix posts

[theonevoice]

Rumination n. 5 - Is the Metatron the skylark from Romeo and Juliet (and are we going to cry)?

I don't know if someone has already pointed this out, but I think I stumbled upon something regarding the Metatron (may he step on legos for the rest of his eternal existence).

I was in the middle of one my regular cycles of Neil Gaiman Cultural References Game appreciation, thinking of how much Romeo-and-Juliet-like is our ineffable husbands- love story. The parallel is obvious: forbidden love between two members of families in violent open conflict, side characters constantly stepping in and adding fuel to the fire, a masquerade ball (you know, where everyone shows up in different clothes than usual), a secret encounter in the garden... even a nightingale that doesn't sing, because the long-awaited night of love has come to an end and in place of a nightingale now a skylark is singing, and its song tears the lovers apart.

And then it struck me.

In classical, medieval, and romantic immagination, the skylark is the symbol of the Triumph of Good over Evil, and many cultures consider it a messenger from the gods. Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Look at how Percy Bysshe Shelly describes the skylark:

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; [...] Like a star of Heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, [...] Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!

Am I spiraling, or does it ring a bell? A metaphisical bird "like a cloud of fire" (reminder that the Holy Spirit, alternative form of God's voice, is canonically depicted in art as a bird, often a flaming one) that speaks "from Heaven, or near it" (like as God or almost, remember "you are the voice of the Almighty in the same way as a presidential spokesman is the voice of the President") and pours mezmerizing melodies from above. A bird that cannot be seen but only heard, as if it was pure voice, that scorns the earth and can mysteriously entrance you with spellbinding promises that are better than "all treasures that in books are found."

And who is casually popping up early in the morning, after the long-awaited night of love and dancing (and occasional demon smiting) has come to an end, singing a mesmerizing song (the offer of restoring Crowley to his former angelic status) that is better than books and silences the nightingale, if not the Voice of God, harald of capital-G-Good, freaking Metatron himself?

My friends, I want to trust Neil Gaiman when he says that everything will be ok but, in perfect "it must get worse before it gets better" style, I am afraid that we are going to witness a nearly Romeo and Juliet double death ending that will scare the living daylight out of us. 

Maybe Juliet-Crowley (Juliet is the one who wants Romeo to ignore the skylark, remember?) will be threaten with a permanent imprisonment in Hell (like the forced wedding of Juliet with Paris) and will have to fake his own death in order to leave his old lot behind once and for all, possibly involving fake holy water in place of Friar Laurence's fake death potion. Maybe a fatal miscommunication (I don't need to explain why miscommunication is plausible in this scenario) will lead Aziraphale-Romeo, coming back from Heaven (where he went after almost declaring war on the opposite side, much like Romeo went to Mantua after killing the Capulet Tybalt) just a moment too late and incorrectly informed, to believe that the love of his life is gone for real and to contemplate his own death, possibly throwing himself on his own flaming sword or willingly stepping into hellfire.

I will be honest, I can see Neil Gaiman pulling a shakespearian move on them (and on us). And, as someone said just before a bomb fell on a certain group of people in 1941, it will take a real miracle for them to survive it.

#good omens #go2 #good omens 2 #good omens thoughts #go 2 speculation #go2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #aziraphale #crowley #romeo and juliet #shakespeare #the metatron #metatron #good omens theory

[valkyrievanessa]

Ok, all this talk about Jet and Hama from avatar made me think a lot about this trope, the "opressed that hates their opressors are evil", specially what Arknights does with this trope in the Reunion arc (but is really different, like a lot, i don't even know if i can say that is the same trope).

In Arknights, the Reunion are a group of infected that appeared in a country called Ursus, a really old empire that was made and defined by their wars. The Infected are not considered humans in Ursus (actually, this also happens everywere in Terra) and so, the country use them as slaves in a job with a suvival rate of 0%.

The Reunion was born to fight against this opression, Patriot, an old general of the empire started the movement with his loyal soldiers, but when talulah appeared the movement really actually had a real goal.

Talulah and the Reunion were noble, fighted the soldiers and government of Ursus in order to make a place where the infected could be free, she was very firm on her ideas and morals and everyone in reunion respected her for that and obeyed her, she was the leader they needed.

Everything went to hell after Alina died and an expecific event happened, that was when Talulah went into a village nearby, searching for missing infected, the village people were civilians, normal and common people of Ursus, that lured the missing infected into a granary, locked them there and let them starve to death, Talulah burned that village to the ground and killed everyone.

After that her adoptive father took over her body and made the decisions for her, so he also took over of the reunion movement. He did things like transforming Eno, a infected child into a war monster that made a concetration camp with students, set a plan that killed the Patriot and his daughter, and he would create a valid motive for the Ursus Empire could start a world war (you know, helping the opressors, Ursus needed that war).

I keep thinking about Arknights everytime i think about Hama and Jet episodes, because in Arknights, Reunion hatred against the non infected are totally justified in the story and the thing they really did wrong was helping their opressors without knowing, and the concetration camp that Eno created with the non infected children of the city of chernobog, but he is also shown as a victim in the story and the story wants you to feel bad for him, because he is a child that suffered racism when he was younger and after being infected was treated as something not human, the story really goes all over their way to tell you, Eno was created by the world he lived.

Like, i think why avatar jet and hama episodes bothered me so much is because is too simple, in avatar the soldiers of the fire nation are bad people, but the civians that are also part of the opressors government are innocent just like the opressed... yeah, if someone in that fire nation village knew Hama was a waterbending she would be totally dead, like, really dead, because that's how things works.

In the end of the Reunion arc, the Reunion still exist by the way, with the protagonists agreeing with the movement, but still wanting to try something different, the plan was stopped and the war, prevented, but the movement was still there, free to act for the future they want, Talulah was protected by rhodes island and hidden from Ursus and Yen, that wanted her dead, but reunion itself, their hatred towards non infected was justified, quite literally.

We have in Rhodes island Eno's victims by the way, we have an event about them, is one of the hardest to read event in the game and the story talks about how eno, a victim, created a lot of victims, a big spiral of people that suffers making other people to suffer. Eno was a monster created by tragedy and no one was there for him in his last moments, only to kill him and is really sad, even the infected hated him in the end and Eno was just a child that wanted to sing, but his future was taken away from him and then he went there and did the same thing with other people.

So what i understand of what arknights are trying to tell is that the civillians of the opressors are part of the problem and is understandable if a opressed hates them too, but making them the target of your revenge will not help anyone and just make more victims, because despite being part of the problem, they are not the source of it

#arknights #avatar the last airbender #just some thoughts #about reunion #and some other stuff #like the hama and jet episodes #i really hate those episodes #this trope is kinda problematic #but could be used to tell a story that is really complex #something beyond the capacity of avatar the last airbender #or any other kids show

[welcome-to-octo-space]

How Much Chaos Can One Roomba Cause?

Repost fromA03 because i recently learned the people behind it are shit fucks so enjoy my writing now here with dedicated blogs for any multi chapter fics i posts.

Fandom: Yo-Kai Watch

Ships: some slight mackei.

Character: Whisper, Inaho Misora/hailey anne, keita amano/nate adams, buck/mac hazeltine, Jibanyan, USApyon.

#swearing, fire, nate in denial, inaho chaotic as ever, everything goes to shit, gay in denial counter, this roomba is on a mission, thank god tumbler can use rich text, slight mention of blood#

Ah yes a beautiful day in Springdale,

Birds are singing,

Flowers are blooming,

And on days like these…

*BOOM*

A certain space nerd is kicking down the door of an not-so averagely 

average kid…

this is gonna end poorly isn't it?

“Inaho what the hell??!”

there stood from his chair the most certainly startled average kid in question. Nate Amano, Springdales very own Yo-Kai extraordinaire, (but if you're reading this fic then you already know that.) Trailing his eyes from his nerdy friend's face which is plastered with a mischievous grin, down to what she holds in her hands…

A roomba, But not just any roomba, a Yo-Kai Roomba!

Well more specifically called the Yo-Kai Vacuum Cleaner tho they prefer to call it the Yo-Kai Roomba but Inaho nicknamed it Roomby so that whats it will be called within this fic because Inaho is always right (this is lie do not trust her)

“And why does the roomba have a knife taped to it..?” Nate questioned, staring at the high quality knife taped to the little roomba with a piece of gray duck tape, not sure if he should be scared or not since its within her hands,

“Why not?”

“honestly there are so many reasons why not but i dont have the time nor energy right now to say them all out for you.”

He said with a classic ‘I'm so done with your shit’ to his voice as he sat back down at his desk,

“And please just take the knife off and put the roomba back on its charging port or even take it out to go collect stuff, and not set it on the floor with the knife still attached, please.” he warned her as he returned to the boring homework he was working on before the sudden intrusion. 

Inaho, looking down at Roomby, contemplating on the chaos she could unleash.. People dead, houses burned, hearts stolen, war crimes committed, by this adorable little cleaning robot with a knife.. if she just.. Sat it dow- and she did it.(god dammit inaho)

With roomby now on the floor it makes a little beep. Nate turning back to look at the robot at the sound, fear striking his face, eyes widening at the sight.

A roomba.

With a knife taped to it.

On the floor. 

Fully let loose.

And in his room.

BECAUSE A CERTAIN SOMEBODY HAS NO REGARD FOR HER OWN AND OTHERS SAFETY.  

(*ahem* excuse that outbreak, inaho is my skrunkly blorbo bleebus but she's really a lot sometimes, anyhoot let's continue) 

Nate yelps out in fear, curling up into a ball in his chair, he looks back over to inaho. “Why.. why would you do this?” he asks inaho with a shaky wobbliness to his voice, but no response.. Just a mischievous and evil grin on her face as she begins to cackle like a crazy witch in her tower when confronting the hero who came to save the princess she kidnapped.. And then.. Suddenly.. While neither of them were looking.. Roomby stabs the knife into the wall, actually is it right to call it stabbing in this case?

Well anyhoots both of the watchers turn their gaze to roomby with Nate beginning to spiral into panic.. Probably because his mom will kill him if she finds out what happened to the wall.. 

Inaho awws at the sight as she crouches down with quite a pleased smile plastered on her face “Aww roombys first bit of destruction!’ “HOW CAN YOU ACT LIKE THIS WHEN IT DID THIS TO MY WALL?!?” he scolded inaho, making a pout strike is face afterwards “Nate chill chilllllllll” inaho exclaimed as the roomba turned to face the blades towards inaho's definitely exposed ankle

“It's just a small hole in the wal-” she explained being cut off at the end with eyes widening as she looked down to see that the roomba had moved towards her. Slicing into her ankle as a result, bright red crimson blood falling from the cut onto the floor and the blade of the knife.. Her eye twitches as she attempts to keep her cool, staring at how her own blood contrasts on the shiny sliver of the knife's blade (which is very sharp btw, inaho got herself a knife sharpening kit just to make sure she got it to peak sharpness). She breathes through her teeth due to the pain as roomby slowly backs up,

“Oh no, I've been impaled.. well not really i just got a little cut but STILL.”

(octos note here but uh, KARRRRRRMMMMAAAA)

“A-are you okay?” Nate stuttered while asking, tilting his head being genuinely concerned for Inaho's well being. while she may be an asshole to him sometimes he does have a genuine concern for her health considering how many bad situations she gets herself into,

“Oh nooo I'm fineeee, really.” she assured nate

“Are you sure about that?”

" ALRIGHT FINE! I'M NOT OKAYYYYY!" She wails in the pain and suffering, repeating 'ow', 'owie', and other forms of expressing one's pain and discomfort to herself as she sits herself on the floor to begin rocking back and forth. “I'll grab some bandages so in the meantime wait here and cover the wound with your hand, that might help stop the bleeding for now.” nate exclaimed, making a small calm down hand gesture to go along with it, (how else to i quacking describe thiissss -octo) inaho responding with a simple nod in agreement as she then quickly does as nate instructed and covers the wound with the palm of her hand as nate dashes out of his room to swiftly grab the medical supplies from the bathroom, passing by whisper in the hallway as he leaves.

"What in the world has got nate this panicked to be rushing out of his roo-

GOOD GOD?!"

[Insert here the wailings in pain of The Big Dumb Idiot™ Inaho Misora]

"Well that explains the noise at least..'' Whisper mumbled to himself as inaho turns her head to look at Whisper only able to give out a small wobbly, crying, "hi whisper" in response.

"Inaho, What in the name of Lord Enma Happened here?" He asked floating closer towards inaho with crossed arms and a confused but also worried look on his face, inaho after taking a moment to properly collect herself brings out a response,

"Ya want the long or the short?"

"The short please."

"So roomba,"

Whisper nods his head,

"With knife taped on,"

He nods his head again,

"Put on the floor by me,"

Once again he nods his head,

"I got the bitch called karma,"

Another nod followed by an "im listening" in response,

"And i'm now here, as you can see, in a lot of pain"

Whisper only able to just let out a sigh in response pinches where his nose bridge would, floating the other way. 

"Now please excuse me while I return to my regularly scheduled wailing" she declared as she resumed her wailing.

"Inaho..," he takes a pause to look at her "Why did you think taping a Knife to the Yo-Kai Vacuum Cleaner was a good idea?" 

"Alright so 1 its name is roomby, and 2 i am an individual with a significant line of violence, be it cannon or fannon, so me taping a knife to a roomba was bound to happen eventually, and that just happened to be today." She answered, a strong sense of Determination coming from her as she then immediately returned to wailing in pain like a baby,

"And now why did you name it, 'Roomby'?"

"BECAUSE ROOMBY IS MY BELOVED MINION OF CHAOS AND DESTRUCTION THAT'S WHY!!"

As she responded Nate returned, med kit, and damp wash rag in hand. 

"Inaho please keep your voice down."

"Welllll excuse me princess for having to let out a little bit of anger for a second"

Nate would simply sigh at the response as he crouches down to deal with the wound, moving her hand to see how much blood has gotten on it, inaho promptly taking back her hand from Nate and.. licking off the blood from her hand, uh yeah nate and whisper both give her this baffled look as she simply responds with

"Whaaat? i like the taste of it, and besiiiddees, it's my own blood."

Nate simply chooses to not respond to her weirdness as he doesn't really have the energy to deal with it. 

Swiftly he begins dealing with the wound this big idiot got herself with, cleaning up the blood while applying slight pressure, applying some antibiotic cream that absolutely STUNG and is cold as fuck and she hates it she hates it ohhhh she so fucking hates it, folding a bit of the medical tape on itself to cover the wound then wrapping more it around her ankle to keep it in place due to the size not fitting any of the bandages.

(disclaimer i feel i should add, that this is most likely not entirely accurate on how to deal with a wound like this, this is just what i gathered from some quick research, please seek professional help or do your own proper research if you or someone else gets a wound in a similar fashion -octo)

With that all dealt with he puts everything back into the med kit to take back down, but before that he gives inaho a small bonk on the head. 

"There ya go you big blundering idiot"

"OI- i aint no blundering idiot!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are"

"No I'm not." 

And this continues on and on and on and on, Whisper letting out a small sigh as he then realizes something, glancing around the room to kinda confirm it with himself, and his suspicions are indeed correct.

"Snap out of it you two! The Vacuum Cleaner, it's not here!" He announced as this promptly snapped the two out of the loop as they both frantically start looking around and indeed, Roomby is nowhere to be found,

Nate beginning to spiral into a panic due to this, and inaho being inaho is very happy sparkly eyed about this

"Awww my little minion has gone to go cause mass chaos and destruction!"(:D)

"INAHO, THIS IS A PROBLEM!"

"I see no problem with this, So i really don't know what you're waffling about bruh."

"Why are you like this..?"

"Do I really gotta explain this to you?" She gave as the answer to nate's question, this simply leaving nate more furious than before but all he could let out is a sigh in frustration as he closed the med kit up and take it back downstairs alongside the now bloody wash rag, before he leaves he looks back at inaho who just stood back up, 

"If you think you can walk fine then you're gonna help me find it, if not then go home and hopefully not cause any more chaos than you've already done" he explained with his resting bitch face on, truly just done with her shit at this point, inaho simply rolling her eyes in response which only adds more fuel to his fire

"I was gonna go home either way so uh yeah." She said with a smug look on her face. Nate just giving her the bombastic side eye at this response.

"Your rarely ever any help, you know that?"

"Damn right!"

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After returning the med kit and wash rag, Nate and inaho leave his house and go their separate ways, inaho simply going around the corner to pocket mirapo close to home. Nate, in a worse emotional state right now, even after whisper thought it would be a better idea, got Whisper to stay home, simply because Nate doesn't want to deal with any more annoyances. It's sunny outside, and unsurprisingly jibanyan is sunbathing on top of the car, nate walks towards him to give the cat head scratches, he does enjoy that, “oh hi nyate” jibanyan says tiredly, yawning afterwards. “Hiya jibbers, having a nice sunbath?” he asked, giving more head scratches.

“Nyeah, purrfectly warm and sunny out, just how i like it nya” “That's good, did you by any chance see a roomba with a knife pass by at all? Inaho taped a knife to the roomba and now it's gotten loose somehow”“Hmm nyo sorry, i've been having a cat nyap this entire time so i cyant really help mew there nya'' jibanyan answered, the slightest tinge of disappointment falling onto nates face, 

"Well thank you anyways, enjoy your sunbath now" he gave jibanyan more head pats before running off, jibanyan waving goodbye behind him.

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Now i'm not gonna go too into detail of course, for my own and you the readers sake but just goes all over springdale asking any and all yokai he bumps into if they've seen the roomba and seeing any destruction it leaves in its wake, this leads him onto a wild goose chase all around springdale, taking him basically all day until he ends up at the Mt Wildwood summit at midnight, the moonlight dimly lighting up the area as he tiredly drags his fatigued body up the stairs, not the first time he's lost a lot of sleep looking for something at least. Now he saw it come up here, he's sure he did! Only a little bit of looking around tho to prove him wrong, the roomba was nowhere to be seen around here, only him and the mirapo, but wait a minute! He thought to himself for a moment connecting the dots, if the roombas not here and there's a mirapo then… He immediately rushes to the mirapo at his sudden realization. “Good evening blegh, were you headin?”

“Uh actually did a roomba with a knife go through your portal at all recently?” The mirapo thought for a moment, Nate anxiously waiting for an answer. “Yeah one did, it went over to America, why you askin blegh?”

Nate takes a quick sigh of relief, ‘Can you teleport me to where it went please?”

“Yeah sure, not problem” Nate thanks the mirapo before it opens up its portal and Nate walks through.

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The bright american sun greets him on his way out, covering his eyes from its bright light as they adjust to the sudden change in brightness, East Pine at the old town teleport by the watch shop, well it couldn't have gone too far he thought to himself for a moment the quick idea of giving a visit to buck quickly crossed his mind but he quickly shuts that own down, gotta stay on the mission and get that roomba, no time for silly distractions! Although maybe he could take a quick moment to say hi, i mean it'll just be a quick hello and explanation of the situation, hell knowing buck he'll probably end up wanting to help him out in the end and they do say two heads are better than one! 

So off nate goes against his better judgment to go see his Good Friend, totally just his Good Friend and totally not his big crush, nope no boy lovers here just an average boy and his best adventurous boyfriend that he does not have romantic feelings for in any way shape or form. He's totally not thinking of how looking for a roomba with a knife could turn into a romantic date nope totally not!

(GAY IN DENIAL ALERT!!!! -Octo)

And so our beloved yet average protagonist heads on his way, passing by the supermarket where he and buck had fled from the supermanager that fateful night after they went on that useless fetch quest for that stupid ass chicken, Nate still hates that cluckers face 

(i am humor -Octo)

But more importantly he remembers that feeling he felt when they had jumped to escape.. yeahhhh no it was totally just their totally platonic bond growing, yeah totally.

(Nate in denial counter-2)

Passing by the church and trying to not think too hard about how turning yo kai into souls is almost a form of.. sealing them for lack of a nicer word,

Waving to the landlord of the local St. Peanutsburg Wayfaring Manor, and of course going through Broccoli Blocks to that memorable red bridge, well at least him. (yes that is actually what the little pathway to the secret base is called in game)

The familiar spring leaves grace his presence as nate approaches the Secret Base of the BBQ trio, 

ever since inaho started showing up more they basically officially became a trio that one fateful night nate and buck brought a mini grill over to the base for a BBQ, obviously it was inaho and her silly brain that came up with the name that buck seconded, so unfortunately for nate it was a majority vote to his displeasure but he eventually grew to like the name, also ended up being what the Yo-Kai world recognized them as, 

Aside from there being a grill not much has changed about the secret bases exterior, aside from a new coat of paint and a proper team flag and symbol that the trio worked together to make, it was basically the same.

Climbing up the ladder and onto the deck, nate can only hope Buck is here and not out on an adventure without him, opening the door, well there's the golden sunshine boy himself sleeping on the nice couch they got,

The inside of the Base was definitely the most changed part, new proper furniture, a bean bag, string lights, and a hammock that inaho claimed to be hers only, and some proper storage space, oh and a small disco ball that Inaho and Buck had literally begged and puppy eyed for Nate to keep, it being here means they're plan worked unfortunately.

But anyyyhooots, Nate walked up to the snoozing red haired boy, his face almost glowing in the warm sunlight that planted on his face, nate couldn't help but clench his fist to his heart at how peaceful and cute buck was, wait- cute? Nonononono no he totally doesn't think bucks cute, just peaceful, yeah peaceful.

(Nate in denial counter- 3)

Well ignoring those thoughts Nate pokes Bucks cheek, continuing to do those in an attempt to wake him up.. unfortunately he sleeps like a log so plan B,

Nate sits himself on top of the couch and readys himself… 

*Thud*

Well unfortunately it had to be a rude awakening via kicking him off the couch and onto the floor,

As Nate slides himself down onto the seating of the couch, crossing his leg and looking down onto Buck. 

"OWWW- couldn't ya have woken me up, y'know softer?"

Nate rolls his eyes as Buck raises an eyebrow,

 "Well i trieedd to wake you up via pokes but no! you have to sleep like a log and force me to have to use the hard way,"

Buck grumbles, standing up to dust himself off,

"What are ye even here for tho, Sumin bad happen?" The red head questioned turning to meet nate's gaze, the brunette crossing over his other leg and leaning back before replying,

"Yes actually, tho i kinda just wanted to say hi,

But to summarize inaho, roomba, knife, got loose, ended up in America."

Buck tilts his head in confusion like a little puppy (he kinda just wants to hear Nate talk more tho), Nate sighs,

"Inaho taped a knife to the roomba and it ended up getting loose while i was tending to the wound she got from it, so i search everywhere around springdale for it but ended up in here to look for it" 

"SHE DID WHAT?!?"

He yelled, name quickly replying 

"I KNOW RIGHT?! I swear the stupidity of this bitch sometimes, can't she just let the chaos and destruction rest in her brain for at least a week?"

"Honestly i think that's impossible fer her"

"Yeah you're probably right there."

"Wait- Nate?"

"Yeah what's up?"

"You're losing sleep over this aren't you" he questioned to the brunette, nate averting his gaze away from buck because well he hit the nail on the coffin, it is like 1am in springdale right now,

"Well I've gone for longer without sleep so i'll be fineee"

"Like the time ye passed out from a whole week of no sleep?"

Yeah Buck was right, that is the longest Nate has gone without sleep for.. 7 seven days no sleep and high on caffeine as he became a coffee addict to stave of the sleep depression from all the nights of sleep before and after his adventures in America he lost to dealing with yo kai business

"Well uh," he gracefully changes the topic, meeting eyes with Buck again, "anyways Buck, do you wanna help me look for this stupid roomba?"

"M'thinkin you already know the answer to that?"

"Yeah I do, cmon lets get going." He says as the duo head out back to east pine to begin the search but it doesn't take them long because…

"THE SUPERMARKETS ON FIRE?!?" Nate yells out in shock, both of them are shocked of course, in a hurry they rush over to the parking lot and who do they see standing next to the St. Peanutsburg bunny.. the devils little helper herself Inaho, hands behind her back like some kinda villain.. maybe she is in another universe but not here. 

She turns her head to look at the two with an evil smirk on her face, 

"Hellloo there you twoo~"

"Get that stupid smirk off your face" Nate retorts as he and Buck walk over towards Inaho,

"Fuhuhu~" she turns to look back at the fire,  "Fire is so beautiful isn't it?" She completely ignored him- 

"I do agree it is pretty, BUT NOT WHEN ITS BURNING THE FUCKING SUPERMARKET!" he exclaims as he gestures to the burning supermarket to put emphasis on it, 

"I still think it's pretty."

"Weirdo- well what's more important is why would you commit arson on the supermarket???"

Inaho tilts her head in confusion,

"Why ya gotta blame me for every bad thing that happens, but it was roomby who did this and don't ask me how because i aint got no focking clue man" 

"Well then where's the roomba??"

And in a response Inaho points down to where low and behold the roomba is, no scratches or burn marks or any damage really, scrape free. 

Seeing it, Nate quickly scoops it up, pulling off the taped knife with force and then throwing said knife down into the ground by Inaho's feet, just barely missing her. 

After that jumpscare inaho picks the knife up from the ground and swiftly gives nate the middle finger with her free hand,

"OI FOCK YOU YE FOCKING BITCH!"

He swiftly gives her a middle finger back with his own free hand,

"Fuck you too bitch!"

"WELL- FOCK YOU MORE!"

"I swear is that really the best- Well how about you go fuck yourself!?"

"WELL I ALREADY DO ENOUGH OF THAT SO NO THANKS!" She yelled, as then Nate and Buck look at her with this wtf look of confusion before letting out a "Huh?", inaho then tilting her head with her own "huh?" As if she didn't hear what she just said

But before anyone can say anything there is yelling in the distance..

"INAHO MISORAAAA!!!!!"

mad yelling- from a very mad otter, it's USApyon of course, inaho stepping back from the other two from hearing him,

"Well it seems this is where i bid thee adieu" she proclaims before bows like some actor after a show after which she runs off making USApyon have to take chase, "GET'CHER ASS BACK HERE MISSY!" 

Well good to know those two still have that dynamic going for them, until inaho narrowly avoids getting hit by the upcoming fire truck, this causing everyone to take a moment of shock and for USApyon to stop in his tracks, and it's not until she gives them the thumbs up of okay for them to all sigh in relief and for USApyon to continue chase as inaho runs off towards the church area, 

Well at least the fire is going to be taken care of now.

"I should go take this roomba home now, see ya buck!" 

"See ya! N'please do go get some sleep when ya get on home and not just sip on coffee." 

"Don't worry i will i will" he says as the two depart, Nate using pocket mirapo to teleport straight to his room.

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After turning on the light and setting the roomba on its charging port he stretches before sitting down at his desk grabbing the cup of cold coffee that had been left there this entire time,

"Now then" he looks down at the paper on his table with tired bloodshot eyes, "to finish this homework.." he mumbles to himself before taking a sip of his coffee- but no he stops himself, buck did tell him to get some sleep.. Well, getting this homework done can wait, besides tomorrow, well technically today is a Saturday so he can just do it after breakfast, so instead before he gets ready for bed he'll just write in his diary, (or his journal as he calls it to inaho and buck), for today.

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|4月21-22日20XX|

Hmm yeah it makes more sense if he writes it as through yesterday and today.

|Today was a rather, eventful day for lack of a better word. Inaho barged into my room with a knife taped to the roomba, thankfully she got her karma from the roomba no less but it had ended up escaping, somehow, taking me on a wild goose chase all around Springdale until i ended up going to St. Peanutsburg and taking a small detour to go see buck and his cute face, he ended up helping me search but we didn't have to look far as it had set the supermarket on fire, i was thankfully able to scoop it up and take off the knife so aside from Inaho almost committing a Jibanyan and getting hit by a truck, a fire truck no less, id say this was a successful mission complete|

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/i had fun when i was writing this and tbh, who else is gona writng about a yokai roomba seting fire to a supermarket because some bitch put a knife on it\

#yo-kai watch #yokai watch #yo kai watch #WHO LET THIS OCTOPUS WRITE DEAR GOD(octos writing tab) #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #my fic #misora inaho #nate x buck #yokai watch nate #buck hazeltine #buck yokai watch #inaho misora #yokai watch buck #inaho

[omarandjohnny]

TEN SONGS!

Tagged by @havocinthebluebox to share ten songs <33333333333

(links and favorite lyrics/lines included)

Raincheck/Tin Star

When the orange is fully wound I still have time to go to ground To go get lost before I get found

Spinning Away/John Cale & Brian Eno

One by one, all the stars appear As the great winds of the planet spiral in Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles In the million insect storm, the constellations form

Fuck You/Dean and the Weenies (deeply satisfying to sing, a longtime favorite)

Why are you talking to me? Please leave immediately Where is your dignity? Please get away from me Why don't you choke on a fashion accessory?

Drop the Pilot/Joan Armatrading

You're kissing cousins, there's no smoke, no flame If you lose that pilot I can fly your plane If you want solid ground, come on and try me Oh I can take you so high that you're never gonna wanna come down, I say

Home/Depeche Mode

The heat and the sickliest sweet-smelling sheets That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet Well, I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat

Little Bird/Annie Lennox

They always said that you knew best but This little bird's fallen out of that nest now I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed so I've just got to put these wings to test

The Flame Still Burns/Strange Fruit (original by Foreigner, but I MUCH prefer this version because Still Crazy is one of the best rock movies ever ;))

I, I want my thoughts to be heard The unspoken words of my wisdom Today, as the light starts to flow Tomorrow who knows who will listen But my life has no language of love No word from above is appearing Oh the time, in time there's a fire that's stoked With a reason of hope and believing

Demolition Man/Grace Jones

I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom I kill conversation as I walk into the room I'm a three line whip I'm the sort of thing they ban I'm a walking disaster I'm a demolition man

Throw Your Arms Around Me/Doug Anthony All Stars vers. (original by Hunters & Collectors)

And if you disappear out of view You know, I will never say goodbye Though I try to forget it You will make me call your name and I'll shout it to the blue summer sky

Nemesis/Shriekback

But we know pleasure is not that simple Very little fruit is forbidden Sometimes we wobble, sometimes we're strong But you know evil is an exact science Being carefully correctly wrong

And I'm tagging anyone who wants to share ten songs!

#memetiemz

[throwaway-yandere]

(Nutjob anon)

Okay, I have yet to read the chapter, but based on the omake post...

...I NOMINATE FELIX AS THE NEXT UNDERBOSS-- *Wooden cane appears from one side of the stage and tugs her out of sight*

And dkrkir ANSY THAT ANIMATION??? SO COOL EJFKKTKRKE AND BY THE LOOKS OF IT, LEAVE ME ALONE FITS PERFECTLY. You out did yourself pal 😭 that was majestic.

See you later in the day when I'm done reading this novela! I want to suggest the secret secret ending were Hu Tao is involved. Only way to unlock her is killing one of the guys 😉 JWIDIFIGOFOD

MAJOR CHAPTER 3 SPOILERS

Oi PulcinELLA BRING HER BACK–

Trust me when (not if, when) one of the guys die Hu Tao will be there as "Wednesday's Garbage Pick Up" lmfaoooo. You know, there are routes that can only be unlocked with certain conditions, but you'll find that out soon by chapter 4 ehe. When you get to one character's route, the rest of the LIs are on thin ice. Hu Tao's business is booming–

Felix literally only has a few lines but him and Tartaglia are my "comfort characters". The former's just radiates tired dad energy while the latter's the sunshine bloodthirsty child in this fic. Those two (+ Dain) are the characters I don't want to be a love interest simply because they're the only light left in Capo!Reader's world. The rest are just going downhill while Tartaglia comically sobs about getting rejected–

And dhjJIwiaooa tHANK YOU!!! I had loads of fun with that animatic lmaoooo. My first thumbnail draft of that was wildly different compared to the final output (with Cyno being more prominent than the other characters due to poll related reasons, but that changed overnight–). Leave Me Alone is such a banger, I personally think that's the song that fits the first half of common route the most in Razzmatazz. It's been a long while since I listened to that album but after those asks I went "oh sht this is too perfect."

Honestly didn't expect Razzmatazz to fit Capo!Reader so well.

Nobody Likes The Opening band is kinda their vibes w/ Dain and Kaeya when they became immigrants, Modern Day Cain is the follow-up where they killed Rosaria ("then you conjured up a fiction, to get the pretty girls to listen"). Then they're the embodiment of Need You Here by chapter 2,

Sugar Pills is basically capo!reader's old addiction phase and Dottore's current one lmao,

Lights Go Down gives off Scaramouche's vibes, edit: @yostressedoutgirl mentioned it's also Capo's relationship with Alhaitham and she's so right ("Pardon me if I forget your name" "Is that any way to talk to me?" "What a shame if you misspeak now")

Clusterhug feels like a conversation between them and Tighnari (especially the first stanza), and Razzmatazz is their perspective after he joined the fascists,

Mad IQ is definitely Alhaitham's song ("I'm a voluntary victim"),

And Cyno's definitely singing New Invention. Ain't no way that's not his theme (and maybe Kaveh's as well),

(((I still stand my ground that From The Gallows is Visconti Diluc's theme ("you're beautiful and evil too, sinister and vile.") That creepy and rose-colored devotion fits too well with his character here, especially since he doesn't know that capo!reader's sick.)))

Edit: She also suggested these for 1981 EP:

Bleed Magic can be Tighnari's overall theme, especially the "you never know a single thing about me until it's far too late" line,

Social Climber as Capo!Reader's first few months/years joining the mafia (could also be Alhaitham's if you interpret the "when I'm with you." part as Capo!Reader),

Choke plays during Rosalyne's death (and I think this is also one of the secret route's theme but shhh),

Absinthe in relation to Capo!Reader's addiction (rehab), and I also think this can also relate to Kaveh but hmm we'll see in chapter 4,

And Do It All The Time is "their peak to Capo-hood lmao as they spiral to the reality of their mortality" and no truer words have ever been spoken (plus I think this also fits Tartaglia, but ironically. "Then I'm taking your girl, and I'm making her mine." He did not, in fact, take the girl lololol–.)

#ansytea-talks #tag: ocmc - cta #nutjob anon

[writethatdown]

hellooo,

this has been extremely emotionally painful and hard for me for the past 9 or 10 months. it started off with me having feelings for this boy and at first i t really seemed like he wanted me to be his gf. long story short he never claimed me as his and i can tell he didn’t feel the same way…it took me about a year to get over him and I healed. (i also deleted my socials in the process.) i re downloaded one of my socials back and saw a message from him but i ignored it/didn’t say anything. next i saw another message from him and did the same thing. they never were words they just gave me notifications from what he did in chat. (i ended up removing him to feel better and i still don’t) next thing you know the healing and everything i went through started all over again. im so upset this is happening i want to get back on track and my life back together. also i felt like i pushed away from other guys wanting a chance with me and my trust issues has risen tremendously..

i hope this wasn’t too long, ive talked about to other people who i feel like can help…get back to this when you can 🤍

hey love,

first of all i understand the position you are in hon and it's a really shitty experience and i am so proud of you for repeatedly choosing yourself despite the outside circumstances.

recovery is a twisted thing and the more you think you are done with it, it seems like there's a whole another room of shadows you have to heal from. and it does get daunting. this is not me saying things are going to get any easier, but you know i can tell u one thing for sure...the pain is like water, sometimes it is flowing with a turbulence we just can't seem to hold within us but, it will slow down eventually and before you know it, the flow will slow down and there will be a calm state of being.

personally i am kind of in a same page, i am not trying to compare here but i just wanna say that i don't have any “tips” or some 10-step-procedure to get over someone. it's a hard thing to do.

i just wanna say that pls don't judge your feelings, try to feel them when they surface instead of pushing them down. try to sit with a trusted person when u want to grieve if that's comfortable for u.

and a kind reminder that you are def not back to square 1 my lov!!! all that effort and progress u made are definitely there! think of it more like a spiral rather than a circle.

it's quite natural to get trust issues at this phase. when u have the space for it, try to reaffirm that just because one dude acted x way doesn't mean it fits the general criteria for all men. remind yourself that there are people out there who would love you and accept you in ways you deserve and more. let's not internalize anything like all men are evil or something like that.

try to indulge in things which will bring u comfort. from anything like having comfort foods, movie marathons, reconnecting with close friends and fam, trying hobbies like painting, pottery, singing etc.

don't worry k, good times are unfolding for u and this is the sign. <3

[pyrovilian]

Am trying to warm up with my old recorded lessons feeling like SHIT who WAS THAT GIRL and why could she SING SO WELL???

#AHHH #why can’t I SING ANYMORE #I know these is an evil spiral I can still sing I just have to rehearse a bit and remember my technique but it’s v v hard #also listening to these recordings always give me so much anxiety mostly because I had a LOT of anxiety when I was recording #I had this teacher not from my school for a term and u know he was v v v great?? like he’s a teacher at the opera university in Stockholm #and he’s been on Broadway and shit #BUT I WAS SO NERVOUS before my lesson EVERYTIME like I am terrified of this man which isn’t really fair he hasn’t done shit but still #my anxiety said 📈📈📈 #everytime #which u know a lot is performance anxiety and I was also still a bit depressed at the time and social anxiety I don’t know him very well #but it’s a shame cause it makes these highly educational recordings a bit of a nightmare for me #I have to get my shit together #also I really should stop being addicted to snus all I wanna do rn is snus and I just took a snus like 45 minutes ago #calm down girl #she speaks! #she speaks! about singing

[knowlesian]

quick thoughts about the use of Wherever You Go, There You Are as an episode title because i really do think it ties in with the duality of the lighthouse (yes, i said the duality of the lighthouse. i will also be screaming about the goddamned lighthouse later believe you me) and the reason why this episode ended on stede’s hope and not ed’s despair and that really fucking matters.

okay so! ‘wherever you go, there you are’ is one of those litmus test statements where the meaning you pull from it depends on your own personal shit. 

on one hand, it’s an acknowledgment that we can never truly hide or run away from the things that are eating us alive and keeping us up at night. wherever you go, there you are. your past, your demons. your ex-almost who kissed you back and cracked you open when you exposed your soft underbelly then left you there to bleed out into the sand. you know! typical gay pirate stuff.

so that’s obviously where ed’s at when the series ends. he’s got his adorable trash panda facepaint instead of breakup bangs, he’s thrown away his delusions of deserving finer things along with the scrap of red silk. he’s removed everything that would remind him ed still lives inside blackbeard (save the lighthouse, oh the DUALITY) and he is gonna be the goddamned krakeny-est kraken the world has ever seen. just you fucking watch him stede!!! and so on. 

pretty fucking depressing, BUT WAIT.

Wherever You Go, There You Are is also a self-help book from the 90′s by jon kabat-zinn about mindfulness. the granular details aren’t super important here but given stede’s the character we end on and the rule of good writers care about scene placement, i think the overall message of the book matters and tells us where this story is going next for ed and stede.

honestly, let me just drop a quote from it here.

Guess what? When it comes right down to it, wherever you go, there you are. Whatever you wind up doing, that’s what you’ve wound up doing. Whatever you are thinking right now, that’s what’s on your mind. Whatever has happened to you, it has already happened. The important question is, how are you going to handle it? In other words, “Now what?”

so yeah: now what? to answer that question, we have to look at stede. 

while ed’s hanging out in the belly of the whale because stede abandoning him is literal worst nightmare material, stede left because chauncey took his own worst fears out and put them on parade. (this writing team, man. fuck 'em all, what absolute monsters i love them but i just wanna talk, etc.) 

left to his own devices ed spiraled off into fuckin’ izzy’s waiting arms and that’s ten kinkmeme fills in a trenchcoat and i love it, but i digress. ed ran to his evil ex, but thank god stede ran straight to mary and tried to correct what he assumed was his original sin: leaving at all.

and since mary is not an evil ex, she’s a fucking baller, she sets stede right. of all the things he fucked up, leaving’s not on the list. leaving the way he did, yes, but leaving to become a pirate was the best choice he’s ever made in his life. i’ve got a lot of feelings about the way mary functions both as a guide out of the darkness and autonomous character who gets to point out how hard she got fucked over that are (sing it with me) for another post, but essentially the symbolism of the way stede’s honesty set him free and the whole family participating in the fuckery after that is killing me.

all that is to say: ed’s still lost in the dark but stede, who has vacated the belly of the beast and literally killed the man he used to be, is ready to fight to drag ed back out. we can spin the metaphor wheel: stede has shed his skin, left the cocoon to become his truest bizarre butterfly self, he has entered and exited the underworld, he is an ex-ex pirate. even better, with mary’s help and her blessing tucked in his back pocket when he left he didn’t look back.

so, having passed go and collected his 200 emotional literacy dollars, stede has followed Wherever You Go, There You Are’s advice. he asked himself “now what?” and his now what is ed, so he’s off to tell the man he loves about the life he’s found outside the cave.

stede is about to be this man’s flashlight AND his treasure map. it’s gonna be so, so good.

#our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #blackbonnet #i spun the metaphor wheel and i chose EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. #honestly everyone is lucky this post isn't just all caps #i'm so fucking HYPED #god i just have so much to fucking say about this show where do i even start???? #i need to talk about jim and olu and why lucius is alive literally zero chance he is dead #z e r o #anyway yeah #i gotta go like... eat food. #but then more screaming. #also if you didn't hear 'oh the DUALITY' like i was yelling oh the HUMANITY #you should have. #because i did #my ofmd meta #the silly/genius intersectional muppet extravaganza

[atlasshrugd]

I understand that buffy was very cruel to spike in season 6 when he was trying to do good, making him revert back to meeting her where she was (in the dark) because it was easier to reach her there. But I don’t think we should conflate this with feeling like Spike was the victim here.

A lot of fans have an issue with how Buffy treated Spike and talk about how sorry they were for Spike, which I’m not disregarding. But I do have an issue with people regarding Spike as the victim in their relationship.

You have to understand what Buffy was dealing with at the time. She was dealing with a deep depression of not wanting to be alive, being brought back from heaven against her will. She wasn’t rational and would do anything to feel something again. Spike knew this and took advantage of her confusion and weakness at this time because he knew that deep down she wanted him too. He knew she just wanted to feel something from the start. In OMWF, she sings “I just want to feel” before they kiss. It’s not like she didn’t make her reasons for doing it clear. Spike knew this, yet grows disillusioned with this reality when he realises that those feelings of desperation and loneliness cannot evolve into love and need for him. He loves her, but she can’t love him. She tells him this many times, but he keeps insisting that no, it’s deeper than that, you are just lying to yourself. Ultimately, this causes Buffy to lash out at him because he is everything she hates, yet she can’t deny her need for him (which is, her need to feel). Spike keeps conflating that need for love, and grows so frustrated at her unrequited feelings that he is pushed to cruelty and violence.

There is no denying that Spike wants to be good for Buffy, but that desire is like a pipe dream. He tries to do good, be kind, and has genuine tenderness towards her. But that kindness can quickly twist into resentment (one, because soulless vampires can’t feel pure love), because Buffy is turning him into the very thing he hates. Something against his nature. His unnatural feelings for the slayer alone torture him, but to have those feelings constantly denied by her tears him up more, because if he is giving all of himself to her, he might as well have all of her in return. Instead, he gets the shameful part of her. For a while, he takes what he can get, but eventually being regarded as the fractured, shameful part of Buffy’s psyche that she can only half-indulge in takes a toll on him, and he starts to question why he is doing it all in the first place.

People also tend to forget that a vampire without a soul IS pretty much a demon with the past-human characteristics. Soulless things cannot feel the whole range of human emotions, like guilt, remorse, empathy, or love. They can, perhaps, feel shadows of those things. Spike is the most human of all the vampires. He does feel guilt and remorse and love. But those feelings, while to him so poignant, are only remnants of true emotions. And if he feels the intensity of them, it is usually for a self-serving reason. That does not mean he can’t do good and selfless things, because he occasionally does. But his love for Buffy is selfish in nature. He sees her as unconquerable, and if she loves him back, then she will be conquered. They will both be conquered by each other, the very mirror of what they both hate.

He does good things and helps her in fights to win Buffy’s favour. He helps the scoobies for her. But people tend to forget that the only reason Spike was a good guy in season 5 and 6 was because he had the chip in his head. He was forced to ally with Buffy and the scoobies and kill demons. That doesn’t make him a good guy. Like Buffy said, he’s like a serial killer in prison. And in s6, when he thought the chip had stopped working, he immediately goes and finds an innocent girl to bite. This obviously proves that he hasn’t changed. He just wasn’t enabled. How did he expect Buffy to love him when he would still kill innocents? That goes against everything she exists for. And when he finds out he can only hurt Buffy, he doesn’t hesitate to hurt her, until she turns it into sex.

So yes, while I do feel sorry for Spike at times, in no way is he a victim and in no way Buffy is the abuser. They both abuse each other, yes, because it is a codependent toxic relationship, but Spike without a soul is still inherently evil. How can you expect Buffy to treat him nicely when he is constantly taking advantage of her weakened state, drawing her into the shadows, and claiming that she feels things she doesn’t feel? She knows what a soulless vampire is, because of Angelus. She is disgusted with herself. She doesn’t believe Spike’s feelings because she knows that soulless vampires can’t love like that. She knows he is using her just as she is using him. She knows that he would be off biting innocents if he didn’t have the chip. How is that something she can love? When he shows great loyalty, like withstanding Glory’s torture, she acknowledges it with gratitude. He can be good. But she can’t trust in that humanity all the time. He is a wild card. He does good things as much as he does evil things. She can’t trust him enough to love him, as she says in seeing red.

There are a few times when Buffy went completely overboard in her mistreatment of Spike, which she mentions briefly in conversations with dead people. I’m not denying that and I’m not saying he deserves it. There was also that time when Buffy was invisible and she basically coerced him to have sex with her, even when Spike was telling her to leave because “If I can’t have all of you...” This is Buffy being selfish and crossing the line. There are things she’s said to him that are completely uncalled for, such as ‘you’re not a man, you’re a thing. An evil, disgusting thing.’ In that moment when she was beating Spike up, she was beating herself up. She knew she came back wrong and wasn’t even fully human anymore. She was abusing herself by abusing Spike, because he is the unclaimed part of her she doesn’t want to accept.

Anyway, this spiralled out of control, but I just wanted to get my thoughts out. The bottom line is Spike is not the victim in their relationship. They are both victims and have both abused. Spike sympathisers often villainize Buffy in their ‘poor spike!’ narrative, but it’s not as simple as that. Soulless Spike did not deserve to be loved. Buffy was wrong a lot, and she also had her reasons. Spike loved Buffy, but couldn’t love her in the way she needed and deserved.

However, a lot of their relationship fluctuations happened because of the different writers. Some episodes, their relationship seemed to mellow and grow, being based on understanding and care. Other episodes, Buffy would revert to being mean and in denial and Spike would revert to being vindictive and blaming Buffy. I think if they had steady writers who understood both Spike and Buffy’s journeys, then their relationship would have been more consistent and less messy.

#I hope this makes sense #thanks for reading #btw I am a spuffy shipper but it’s not so sunshine and rainbows OR doom and gloom #they are so complex and interesting #but yeah too many spike sympathisers #buffy summers #spike #spuffy #buffy x spike #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #s6 #mine #meta #btvs meta

[bellsarefun]

𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈 (Dragon! Bakugo x Reader)

【ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ：(Y/N) (L/N) lives a surprisingly domestic life alongside her husband, the powerful hot-headed dragon Katsuki Bakugo.】

【ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Dragon! Katsuki Bakugo x Female! Reader】

【ｒａｔｉｎｇ：PG-13 — All characters featured in this story have been aged up over eighteen. Also, there is gore and blood in this, so if you are upset by that this isn’t for you.】

【ｗｏｒｄ　ｃｏｕｎｔ：2.6k 】

【Ｎｅｘｔ　Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ: Part 2】

(Y/N)’s hands kneaded soft, fluffy, pale dough on a stone counter top fitted in smooth grey stone, the flour falling like snow on her pale beige apron. Her mind wandered with the routine task; make the bread, let it rise, and then bake for one hour—she had done it all before.

Grabbing a nearby bread pan, she eased the freshly kneaded dough into the oak wood bowl. Her hands wiping the bits and pieces of stray batter on the fabric apron tied tightly around her waist. Once she had cleaned them in a nearby water basin, she laid a tea towel over the mouth of the bowl to rise for a few hours.

‘Finally, done. I can take a minute to relax.’ The woman thought to herself, untying the nice bow created by the laces of her apron. ‘Let’s hope he doesn’t get back early.’

Hanging the apron on a nearby hook near the entrance to the makeshift kitchen, she stretched her arms high over her head. Her neck muscles protested angrily as they were strained, but she smiled at the relief shooting across her form.

She looked around the kitchen, her (E/C) eyes scanning the beaten stone counter tops, the haphazardly hanging plants from the ceiling, and scratched wooden shelves for any sign of misplacement or grime. The rocky interior walls casted dancing shadows from the many flickering candles around the room.

Satisfied with her keen observation, she hummed to herself contently. Her feet spinning on their heels as she walked out of the kitchen, making a mental note to light the slab, stone oven afterward.

The kitchen lead into a larger room, large wooden support beams held up the ceiling in every corner. There was a large rounded bed pressed against the wall to her left, large furs and pelts were piled in a heap on the bed. On the farthest wall led a corridor where bright sunlight streamed through from the outside—a stairway could be seen in the corridor leading into a dimly lid spiral down.

(Y/N) noted a few of the candles had blown out in the room, presumably the breeze from outside had extinguished the weak flames. She sighed to herself, straightening out her white blouse and suspenders while she moved to a small table across from the bed.

A small green book embroidered with gold detailing waited for her on the scratched dark wood of the table. Her hands picking up the book she seated herself on one of the chairs, but she soon felt herself falling back onto the cold ground with a painful thud.

(Y/N) groaned, holding the side of her head carefully as the world spun around her in a warm blur. Her eyes managing to focus on the chair who had spitefully broken under her the moment she sat down.

“For fucks sake, of course.” She cursed under her breath, using her elbows to hoist herself up from her spot on the floor. Her hand searching for the book that had been flung from her hand, finding it a few feet away.

Looking at the chair, one of the legs had given out and the scratched up, claw-marked, and singed wood wasn’t able to hold weight any longer. It was a wonder how it didn’t break sooner.

“Fucker almost killed me.” (Y/N) voiced allowed to no one in particular, the stabbing pain in her head not receding and only increasing as she pushed herself to standing.

‘I really need to find other furniture that the ones he steals from his raids. A new set of chairs is something I’d pay money for.’ She thought to herself, running a through her hair and picking out pieces of dirt and splinters from her (H/C) locks.

A large roar shook the entire inside of the cave, the forceful vibration almost sending (Y/N) tumbling once again. The book nearly falling from her grasp, but this time she clenched it tightly in her fingers. The sound of scraping stone echoed wildly in (Y/N)’s ears, her face scrunching up at the unpleasant sound.

Her hand was quickly placed on the rocky wall beside her, watching the furniture, that had been fashioned to the wall with wires, to make sure nothing broke. ‘That bastard just had to come now.’

“Tiny! Where the fuck are you? I’m back if you hadn’t noticed.” The loud booming voice emanated from the corridor, the pissed of tone making (Y/N) roll her eyes. She scrambled to the doorway of the kitchen, her book forgotten on the table, and she checked to make sure the bread bowl hadn’t fallen off the counter—luckily, it hadn’t.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, you impatient bastard wait one minute!” (Y/N) called back to the voice, her eye brows narrowing as she noticed the plates and bowls that had fallen from their wooden shelves.

“Whaa? You calling me a bastard, you better watch your fucking mouth, human.” The voice responded sourly, the unmistakable growl that edged it’s way into the tone making (Y/N) chuckle lightly to herself.

She walked toward the corridor of the room, noting that most of the candles has blown out in the rumbling. The rocky hallway was rather small and led into a larger cave with a ceiling that stretched meters above her head. There were no stalactites, like they had been broken off purposely.

Sunlight streamed into the large cave from outside, giving it enough natural light to see around without any aid of candles or lanterns. In the corner of the cave sitting with his legs crossed, his hands tearing at the meat of a freshly killed deer, was Bakugo.

(Y/N) rubbed the back of her neck in defeat, seeing the blood already beginning to pool around the carcass of the poor animal.

“I’m here and already, you’ve made a mess.” She commented in disgust, walking over to the man as he turned around to face her—lips and cheeks smeared with thick red blood.

Bakugo swallowed the meat in his mouth, the hind leg of the deer had been ripped off the animal and was being held in his hands.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re a fucking clean freak.” He retorted, his mouth opening and taking a large squelching bite of the raw meat. “Only humans would worry about shit like this.”

(Y/N) hummed, rolling her eyes as she scanned him up and down—he would definitely need a bath after he was done his “meal.” The blood soaked into his pants and the beautiful white fur of his long red cloak around his shoulders. The red sticky ooze seeped over his toned, muscled body.

“If you’re eating all of it, just give me tender loins to cook please.” (Y/N) sighed defeatedly, the smell of raw bloody meat hitting her nostrils in an unrelenting attack of metal and gore. 

“You humans and your risk of worms.” He grumbled under his breath, his hand reached toward the back of the deer and shoved his hand into the back—through the pelt. (Y/N) winced at the sound of his hand pulling out the two strips of meat, his other hand shoving another mouthful of meat into his mouth. No matter how much (Y/N) has seen him rip flesh from bone, it still made her nauseous sometimes.

“You’re looking green, Tiny. Go back inside, if you’re going to vomit your insides out again.” Bakugo said, his crimson eyes scanning up and down (Y/N)’s pale face. His hand threw over the two pieces of tenderloin, the meat landing on the ground with a splat.

(Y/N) nodded her head silently, crouching down and delicately picking up the strips of deer. The blood was still warm in her palms and she groaned at the thought of getting the red stains on her nice blouse.

“If any of this gets on my shirt, I’m slipping laxative in your water.” (Y/N) threatened, hurrying toward the corridor once again and she heard the outraged exclamation of Bakugo behind her. 

“You better not, fucking tiny ass human. I will rip your precious books to smithereens.” Bakugo shouted after her with a growl, the woman rolling her eyes around her skull in response.

“Okay, dragon boy, let’s see you fucking try. I’ll bleach your cape pink.” (Y/N) jabbed back, calling over her shoulder at Bakugo who continued to munch on the meat. She could hear him grumbling curses under his breath and she giggled softly to herself.

(Y/N) hurried through the corridor, through the room, and into the kitchen. She could see a drop of blood preparing to fall onto the floor she zoomed toward a clean bucket and dropped the meat into it. Her palms leaned on the counter for support, for some reason the smell of the fresh meat made her feel sick to her stomach.

She sharpened a knife and began trimming the meat on the counter. It wasn’t long after she heard Bakugo come stomping through the corridor and she leaned out of the door to see the muddy tracks behind him.

“Clean your shoes off next time, I swear you lived in a barn.” (Y/N) called out, her lips frowned at the sight of the freshly mopped floors being covered in brown muck. Bakugo paused, turning around to look at the mud he was dragging through the room before he smirked deviously.

“I was raised in a cave.” He said, continuing to stride toward (Y/N) with an evil glint in his eye and her frown turned down into a scowl. “What’s wrong, Tiny? You’re looking a little pissed off.”

(Y/N) sighed and shook her head, looking at the blood still wet on his body.

“Don’t take another step, clean off the blood. We have bathing pools for a reason, dipshit.” (Y/N) demanded, pointing her sharpened bloody knife toward him. Bakugo faltered for a moment, a dangerous frown forming on his face.

“I’m not fucking that filthy. I washed yesterday, just like you asked, remember?” Bakugo retorted, his arms crossing over his chest. (Y/N) hummed at his rather adorable expression and continued flaying the strips of white fat from the meat.

“You’re covered in blood, Katsuki Bakugo, and that means your washing.” (Y/N) said, her eyes glanced down where she was happy to see that her work was pretty much finished.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and grumbled his way back toward the corridor, she was pretty sure she heard a imitation of her own voice. She simply giggled and packaged the meat in parchment paper to save for stew later and dropped any dirty dishes in the sink-bucket.

He returned a few minutes later, dripping wet and clothes in his arms. Bakugo wasn’t wearing a thing and (Y/N) noticed right away, her face turning a lovely shade of rose red.

“Okay! That’s- No clothes- Your other shirts are in the dresser!” (Y/N) said, looking away from the spectacle of a naked Bakugo. She heard his footsteps approach her and felt strong arms wrap tightly around her waist, pulling her snugly against him.

“I’ll get changed later.” He muttered against her skin, the warmth of his breath tickling the skin of her neck. “Nothing happened while I was gone?” (Y/N) was frozen in her spot, the feeling of the water dampening in her back, and her face flushing with a beautiful color of red.

“N-Nothing, the den’s been quiet as ever.” (Y/N) answered, her voice stuttering at the beginning but she managed to focus on the cutting board in front of her. “No one’s touched your precious gold horde.”

Bakugo hummed, his chin resting on top of her head, and he snuggled his face into her hair. His hands wandered about her waist, his toned chest pressing against the small of her back.

“I wasn’t worried about the gold.” He muttered quietly, the growl at the end of his voice made (Y/N)’s arms explode in goose bumps. “You smell different, tiny. Did you use the milk soap you bought a while ago?”

She paused for a moment.

“No? My smell changed?” (Y/N) asked, she had never really gotten used to the draconic abilities of her husband. Bakugo nipped at her earlobe absentmindedly, he’d always held this animalistic quality that he brought everywhere in their relationship.

“Your cinnamon smell is just different, alright? It smells like milk mixed with cinnamon.” Bakugo said, his eyes watched her hands move rhythmically as she finished up ridding the meat of any fatty tissue.

“I still don’t know why you humans are so picky.” Bakugo scoffed, shaking his head as let go of her waist and walked out of the kitchen in order to hopefully put some pants on.

“The fatty parts make the meat chewy.” (Y/N) said honestly, her eyes glanced over to Bakugo’s form but she refused to look for long—the blazing warmth in her cheeks forcing her too.

The conversation continued for awhile, (Y/N) was busily hurrying around the kitchen and chopping vegetables for the stew. Bakugo was making himself useful and watching her whisking around the kitchen from his spot sitting on one of the counters.

The stew shimmered on top of the stone oven, the bread was baking in the rocky blazing insides happily. The smell permeated the air and the warm smell making (Y/N) sigh contentedly.

“Shitty hair and pink bitch want to come over for dinner, they want to taste human cooking.” Bakugo started, the subjects of his yapping changed like the wind—it could go from hating Midoriya, to how great he is, or how he caught the deer earlier.

“Of course, I said no-”

“Why don’t you invite them over? They haven’t been over since fall, the winter’s been tough on them.” (Y/N) said, stirring the stew in the pot and sprinkling in a few herbs and spices into the shimmering pot. Bakugo scoffed.

“Hell no! They’re messier than me. That shitty hair is really fucking annoying.” He retorted, his posture straightened to a stiff board, and he muttered quietly under his breath. “He’s always touching you.”

“What is it with you dragons? Always so overprotective of your ‘mates.’“ (Y/N) sighed, looking toward her husband who huffed and shoved himself off of the counter. His shimmering ruby eyes glaring darkly in her direction, stalking over to her.

“Mates are a big fucking deal, tiny, I’ve told you this before.” (Y/N) nodded her head, her lack of listening made Bakugo snatched her wrist and pulled her roughly against his body.

“Dragons mate forever. You are mine, forever, you fucking idiot.” He growled, her smaller body was pressed flush against his. (Y/N)’s eyes widened at his serious tone, he usually wasn’t this sentimental and she expected a scoff from him instead.

Her heart fluttered in het chest, a large smile crossing her features

“I understand, Katsuki.” (Y/N) simply said, embracing her husband close to her and enjoyed the peaceful moments that followed. Two years ago, she didn’t expect to find herself here and married to the dragon that had quite rudely crashed through her house—hurting himself in the process.

For months, she nursed him back to health and somehow managed to love him in that time. Now, there they are, two years later and married. If (Y/N)’s younger self had a conversation with older (Y/N), she was sure that younger her would call her insane.

“I love you, dragon boy.” She said softly, her hand running through his spikey blond hair. Bakugo huffed and he laughed cockily.

“Who doesn’t love me?” A swift jab to the ribs made him cough and he nipped at her neck in retaliation. “Heh, I love you, tiny human.”

#my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #bnha katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugo #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha katsuki bakugo #bnha katsuki bakugo x reader #mha katsuki #mha bakugo x reader #mha bakugo #mha bakugo katsuki #bnha fantasy au #mha fantasy au #au #fanfiction au #bakugo x reader #oneshot

[luimagines]

He reacts to seeing you Sick/Wounded Part 3

Final part of the prompt below!

Masterlist

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Scenario under the cut!

Four

Four starts looking through Wind’s borrowed telescope at the monster below them and tries to search for weak points and guard trails. There’s a good number of them, at least two per person here but they’re closer to the town than anyone anywhere is comfortable with so they have to go.

“AHHHCHOOO!!”

Multiple monsters look in your direction.

“Will you keep it down?” Legend snapped. “Sneeze a little louder next time, I don’t the monsters in the back heard you.”

“I’m not trying to be loud.” You sniffle and furiously wipe your face. “There’s got be something in the air here. I’m not allergic period. This just isn’t like me.”

Four nods in agreement and takes his eyes away from the telescope. He hands it back to Wind, who eagerly takes his spot and makes his way toward you.

In all honesty, you look miserable. And have since that morning.

You’re constantly sneezing, your nose and eyes are red and blotchy and it goes out to cheeks. You’ve been blowing your nose on random leaves since you’ve run out of tissues earlier that day and it continuously seems to be plugged despite it all. You also seem to be shivering ever so slightly but you never made any mention of being cold.

Four frowns to himself and pokes your neck, only to startled into placing his whole hand there. You’re covered in a cold sweat but warm despite the temperature outside.

“What the heck Four?” You knock his hand away and take a step back.

“I think you’re sick.” He blurts with as much grace a bull in a china shop.

“I’m no-” You cut yourself off with a cough this time. It’s so strong that you bend over and fall to your butt on the ground with barely any time in between to catch your breath.

“Benched.” Time turns on his heel and points you back the way you came. “Go back to the town. You’re not fit to fight.”

You whimper after the cough attack and nod, getting to your feet. Four doesn’t like the idea of you going back alone but he knows his friends need the numbers to take the monsters down fast enough, so he doesn’t offer for a moment. He tries to come to a decision before they make any more moves without him but Time speaks again.

“Four. Go with them. Make sure they actually make it to the town.” Time commands and turns to the rest of the group. “We’re going to need fire power.”

Four catches Warrior and Wild grin manically. “Leave it to us!”

“You had to say something.” Four snickers at Twilight misfortune and jogs slightly to catch up with you.

You’re still trying to wipe at your face with your sleeve and it leaves a trail of snot and tears on the fabric.

It’s a bit disgusting....Ok, it’s super gross and it makes Four want to gag somewhat but he’ll let you have it.

Being sick is gross. He’s just got to make sure your clothes are washed when it passes.

“Four?” You call.

He perks up and speeds up to fall in line with your steps. “I’m here.”

You look at him for a moment and sniffle again. “ ’m sorry you got sent back with me. You looked excited to take some monsters down.” 

“I’m...” Four looked to the side and tried to find the right words to talk to you. “I mean, I’ll live with it. I’m not that disappointed to be honest. I was thinking of joining you anyway. It didn’t feel right for you head out on your own.”

“But you want to support the others.” You argue. “I could see it. You had to think about it.”

“Ok well-”

“There’s a lot of them out there, isn’t there?” You press and frown to yourself. “A lot of monsters that are going to take all their hands and then some to be taken down and I get sent back and you have to come with me-”

“Ok, hold up.” Four grabs your bicep and shakes it a little. “Slow that down. It’s not like you asked to get sick. I know just as much you do that we’d both rather be up there with them. That’s a given. But you need to take care of yourself as well and I don’t mind being with you anyway.”

You push your mouth to the side and don’t look at him. “I better not get you sick.”

Four snorts ever so slightly and moves his hand from you arm to your hand, lacing your fingers together and swinging them ever so slightly. He knows you don’t want him to see the smile on your face when he does so but it’s your reaction every time.

“While I doubt it’ll happen, you’ll take care of me if I do get sick, right?”

“Always.” 

Warrior

They were in a new area this time. Warrior can’t recognize the landscape or the town’s names as they pass so he’s content to let someone else take the lead for a change.

The town’s people had mentioned a sealed temple of sorts that hadn’t been used in ages. Bad things had been happening in the area so they were advised to steer clear.

Naturally they had to go check it out.

Don’t leave no stone unturned and all that jazz.

If anything, it sounds more like a dungeon at this point so he’s a bit excited to get some practice in. 

Warrior walks near the front of the group and lets outa whistle when the reach their goal.

It a large dark blue building with three spiraling towers in a triangle-fecta with multiple columns around the front of it, acting as a sort of imposing gate. The columns themselves are full of grotesque monstrous faces, which are realistic enough to cause some discomfort amongst the ranks. 

“Oh, we’re going to be here for hours.” Legend groans and tilts his head to the sky. “Maybe even days! Why are here again?”

“To eradicate evil before it grows beyond it’s borders.” Time take a breath and walks forward. “The people are afraid and it’s our job to put an end to it.”

Warrior can agree with that, it’s what the hero does after all. Fine print and all that.

But you make a small whimper from behind him and turns around to see you. You don’t pleased one bit with your arms crossed and your head down. “I don’t like this place.”

Right. Not a Link. This technically isn’t in your job description, unlike them.

“You could wait out here?” Wild offers. Warrior remembers that they’re alike in a  away with the lack of experience with dungeons and wonders if maybe either one of them can stay back as well. Surely, they don’t all have to go in, do they?

Sky grins good naturally and punches you gently on your shoulder. “You good?”

“This whole place feels wrong.” You reply. “Do we have to go through there?”

“It’s because it feels wrong that we have to go in.” Hyrule shrugs. “We have to make it better.”

“If we find loot inside, it’s just a bonus.” Wind bounces up to you with grin.

“What’s the problem? Are you scared?” Legend taunts. “Do you need someone to hold your hand?”

“Are you offering?” You snap back.

“He may not be, but I am.” Warrior holds his hand out and smiles at you with as much charm as he can conjure up. He has no idea what possesses him to comment and he hopes that you don’t take offence to it. He wasn’t trying to mock you.

To his surprise, you look at his hand for a little moment longer than he think it’s worth and gently reach out to lace your fingers together.

Your hand is warm and you don’t look at him when he feels you give it a small squeeze. “Ok, let’s go.”

This is not a big deal. He’s not going to make it a big deal.

He just wanted to be a good friend is all. Yeah, that’s all it was.

As the group you all head into the cursed building and are immediately faced with choices.

Five hallways. No end in sight in any of them and no other options.

“Guess we split the party.” Twilight shrugged. “I’ll go with Wind.”

This was first pair off and others started to claim a partner for the journey ahead.

“I guess I already have my partner.” Warrior smiles and begins to walk away. “Should we take the far left?”

“Don’t you know, you never split the party.” You sing under your breath and tug on Warrior’s hand to the beat. “Clerics in the back, keep those fighter hale and hearty. The wizard in the middle where he can shed some light and you never let the damn thief out of sight.”

You’re not paying attention to him.

He chalks it up to your previous nervous energy and takes the lead instead.

The hallway you both travel through is dark and beginning to shrink. the two of you are now shoulder to shoulder and with more time, have to walk in a single file line.

You don’t let go of his hand.

Occasionally there is the lone torch to keep the path ahead illuminated but Warrior thinks that they’re more for decoration and peace of mind than any actual use. You know, considering the vast space of nothing in front of you.

The hallway comes to an abrupt stop and Warrior can feel you crash into his back. Before him a large room with torches on every other wall, eight walls in total, counting the one with the entryway. There’s nothing inside but a single glowing blue ball of light.

It reminds him faintly of Proxy and he steps inside the room to get a better look.

“Will o’ the wisp.” You mutter from behind and stop from entering the room any farther, stopping Warrior as well in the process.

“What?” He turns to you and can see how tense you are.

“Back home,” You begin. “They are known to be by swamps, bogs and the like. They’re supposed to mislead travelers and are used as a symbol of a goal that’s impossible to reach and are typically sinister in nature. What ever you do, don’t follow it.”

Warrior takes the warning to heart, takes a step and returns to your side.

Nothing like Proxy at all.

“What do we do then?” He asks, not taking his eyes off of it.

“I don’t know...” You gulp. “I didn’t even think they’d be here. They’re not known to be fighters... just mess with your head and lead you to your doom.”

On cue, the light shifts and begins to circle the room. Warrior makes a grab for his sword and you copy his movements. The two of you stand back to back and watch it closely.

It flies straight into a wall after a dizzying moment and a door appears where there wasn’t one before.

“That’s it?” Warrior stands down but his grip is tight, on both your hand and his weapon. “Guess that’s the way out.”

“No. What did I just say? Don’t follow it.”

“But it’s gone.”

“It went that way. Don’t go in the same direction.” You stress.

Warrior lets go of your hand and turns to stare at you head on, taking a step back and entering the rest of the room. He goes to open his mouth to reply- but his foot goes lower than he anticipates.

He’s activated something.

You jump as the entryway where you once were, shuts and the torches go out instantly, plunging the whole room into darkness.

“Link?” You call out and Warrior has no idea where you are all of a sudden.

He regrets letting go of your hand.

“Still here.” He chuckles nervous and finishes the sentence with an audible gulp.

The Will o’ wisp returns from a different direction and he hears you scream.

Warrior is quick to reach for Legend’s fire rod and he fires it into the air.

The ball of light leaves but the he’s taken gives just enough light to see what’s happened. You’ve ended up on the floor and somehow took a hit to your head that’s pouring blood all over your face, with a massive skeleton over you, poised to take another hit.

The fire from the rod dies out and the room goes black again.

But at least Warrior knows where you are.

And now he’s pissed.

He fires the rod again right at the monster and feels a vindictive sort of satisfaction when the creature catches aflame. He’s quick to launch the monster away from you and help you up. He passes you the rod, taking a full hold on his sword and stands in front of you.

“Light up the room and monsters, yeah? I’ll finish them off.” He says and drops into a defensive stance.

“Bad things happen with Wips.” You mutter and prepare to fire rod again and instead spin across the floor. Some of the torches relight but it’s clear they won’t last long.

More monsters start to appear from the doors the wisp activates now that the initial key has been set off.

“I’ll listen to you next time!” Warrior finishes the first beast and begin on the next.

“I think I’ll leave the dungeon stuff to the Links. Leave you, your puzzles and your monsters to each other.” You start talking to yourself. “This is no way to make a living.”

“Tell me about it. I didn’t even have these in my Hyrule.”

Hyrule

Hyrule has no clue what he’s was doing.

He could admit that.

He was used to having magic at his disposal and fixing the problem with it. But this? This was a little beyond his pay grade.

He wasn’t even being paid.

“ ‘Rule!” You cry from the bed. You hand is outstretched in an attempt to reach him but he’s too far away from your grasp.

He walks over to your side and grabs your hand. “I’m here. What do you need?”

“Can I have a glass of water?” You grip his hand and he’s hit with a wave of concern when he sees it’s not really that strong.

“Yeah, sure.” He says, getting up. “Give me a minute.”

You smile at him and close your eyes again. He hates how miserable you look. Flushed cheeks and forehead, raging fever, cold sweat running off you in a vain attempt to cool yourself down, you’re shaking and he catches you mumble every now and then but he can’t catch what you say.

Hyrule’s silver lining is that you’ve been mostly asleep through the day, making his job a little easier as nurse and doctor. The most he can complain about is that it’s a little boring.

He still doesn’t know what’s he’s doing.

He had thought that it was something he could handle but but was only within the first hour that he realized he was powerless to help you with anything.

He feels a little useless.

The others had gone out to survey the town they’re cooped up in and get details and equipment.

Hyrule knows himself well enough and has learned enough from the others that he’s pretty much... well, useless in a market. Money isn’t really a concept where he’s from or at least not with the bells and whistles and unwritten rules that everyone else seems to know at the drop of a hat.

On top of that, with Hyrule’s bleeding heart, he had offered to be the one to stay behind and look after you while they were gone most of the day. He figured that if he was the groups healer then he could help you with this too.

Wrong.

Again, he’s thankful you’ve mostly been sleeping.

When he’s retrieved your request and made it back to the room, he stops dead in his tracks at the door.

There’s... something over you. A shadow like blob with no discernable shape, figure or features. The revelation shocks Hyrule into stillness at the idea of you being in danger.

It’s not outwardly hurting you. Just watching.

Or so he thinks anyway.

You still look peacefully unaware of the conscious world and look to be in a deep sleep once more. Meaning, you have idea that this.. thing is here.

Hyrule doesn’t move but he looks around is immediate vicinity. His sword is barely within arms reach and he knows that the step he’s about to take is directly on a squeaky board. It would alert his presence and he doesn’t have anyway of currently fighting that thing.

He crouches down and places your cup by the door frame. He then places is hand just beyond the squeaky board and crawls those few inches to reach his sword.

As soon as it’s within his grasp, he calls on his magic and throws his astral sword in the thing’s direction.

It makes contact, but does no damage.

The shadow mass merely “stands” straighter and stills all movement.

This thing may not have a face but Hyrule is sure that it’s checking him out, assessing him, gauging what kind of threat he might be if he were to attack again.

Hyrule readies himself into a defensive stance and glares right back.

There are no words spoken.

Just as he’s about to charge, it dips down and disappears through the floor boards. The air in room ceases to be charged with unfathomable energy and he knows that it’s gone.

Hyrule is confused and on edge. He’s never seen something like before and he doubts that it’ll help your condition if he asks you or if you would know anything about it.

He straps his sword on his back, just in case, and picks up your cup.

“Link?” You call again, trying to push yourself up into a sitting position. You’re still very weak and very tired and you give up half way.

“I have your water.” He says instead, trying his best to smile for you. He holds it out to you and hopes that you don’t notice that his hands are shaking.

You grin in response and take it, seemingly none the wiser.

You sigh in relief as you sip. “You’re a good friend. Thanks for staying with me. I’m sure it’s been pretty boring when all the others are been productive.”

“I don’t mind one bit. I’ll be here for as long as you need me.” He sits on the bed.

Hyrule continuously has no idea what he’s doing.

But he certainly isn’t going to be bored from here on out. 

He has to protect you now, from whatever that was, so he will. 

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #linkeduniverse #I started working on this as soon as the previous part was posted #Warrior's got longer than I thought it would #and I'm not too pleased with how Four's came out #but I have no idea how I was going to make it work

[bts-hyperfixation]

Soulmates

JJK X Reader soulmate AU

Warnings: Minor character death(car crash, only mentioned nothing graphic), Drinking

I don’t know if this is what you (the requester) were going for? this is somehow where I ended up

Everyone in this world has a soulmate. Someone that is meant to complete them and make them feel whole.

Your other half can be identified by the matching birthmark hidden somewhere on their body. There are also a lot of people whose marks are so close to matching that it almost feels like the real thing… almost. Sadly, many don’t ever get to experience the love of their true soulmate, so they settle for the closest they can get.

Jungkook was convinced he was one of the lucky few. Looking at her made his heart feel like it was going to burst. Every time he saw her the world got brighter, the birds started singing a little louder, and his stress nearly melted away entirely … nearly. But at 17 no one is going to pay attention to nearly.

Their birthmark’s matched so closely, each sporting a small puzzle piece on opposite wrists. You wouldn’t even bat an eyelid at the loved-up pair as they walked together hand in hand. And he loved her so completely, and her him, that they never thought to question it. Madly in love until the day she died.

Jungkook spent weeks almost comatose when the news of her car crash reached him. Couldn’t move, eat, sleep. To lose your soulmate so young was said to be a fate worse than never finding them at all. Even after coming through the other side people could tell he wasn’t the same carefree young boy he had been, most likely never would be again. His eyes’ looked far older than his years now, his soft features much more angular.

Three months after her death he resolve to never fall in love again, happy in the knowledge that he got to know her even for such a short amount of time.

….

You met Jungkook at a party. Someone from Uni decided that 24 was the right age for a big birthday bash. They hired out an entire club and set up a series of activities for people to enjoy. A mechanical ball on the main floor, a ball pit to the side, a BBQ in the smoking area, and a bouncy castle in the downstairs 90’s themed area. It really was an amazing event. You however spent most of your time watching the quiet Korean boy in the corner, every time his eyes met yours you felt compelled to move to him, talk to him, dance with him, anything that would get his attention on you. At the time you put it down to the alcohol. It took you exactly 3 and a half drinks to pick up the courage and interrupt his current conversation.

He was very sweet, really sweet considering he clearly didn’t want to be talking to you. It was evident in the way his eyes shifted and the nervous playing with his sleeves, still you persevered. Something about him wouldn’t let you give up, not yet at least. Your saving grace came when your favourite band came blaring over the speakers. “PRETTYMUCH” aren’t an underrated band per say but it’s difficult to find someone who knows them in your circle, so when Jungkook’s face lit up at the same time as yours you knew you had your in. So with the Phases remix blaring through the club you took your opportunity.

“I love this song!” You took his hand and pulled him on to the dance floor before you really realised that’s what you are doing. To start with he was frozen, a little shocked by your boldness, but as you gave it your all he joined in, loosening up for the first time that entire night. After that it was a lot easier to talk to him, you actually went into the smoking area to talk more about shared music interests.

After you went to get a drink you got caught up with some others and he came to find you. It felt like an electric shock when he’d grabbed your hand to get your attention, but there were a lot of balloons around so that would explain the residual electricity. By the time the party was over, and the club was closing, you didn’t want to leave him, not just now but ever. You found yourselves wandering around aimlessly, talking about nothing until the sun came up. Looking back it was then you decided Jungkook was it for you. You had never really believed in the soulmate tradition until you met him.

Weeks go by of you texting back and forth. You found out the reason he was so into music was because he was a musician himself, he even promised to perform for you sometime. A lot of promises were made in those messages.

‘There’s this amazing Restaurant in the city’ you claimed promising to take him with you next time.

‘I really want to see this movie’ he said promising to pay for tickets when it came out.

‘We should go see this band together’ The number one promise between the two of you, quickly racking up a lot of different acts to see together.

So when one of those bands turned up on the roster for the local you’d bought tickets immediately sending him the confirmation. Your stomach had fluttered thinking about seeing him in person again. And so you counted down the days as they passed. Picked and repicked your outfit. Talked yourself in and out of going. Eventually the day arrived. The doorbell signalling his arrival was deafening, ringing out through your small studio apartment. You took a few deep breaths before opening the door.

He was flawless, your tipsy memory hadn’t done him justice. A broad chest draped in a white long sleeve tee, ripped skinnies straining against his thighs, his hair swept into a James Dean quiff. You might’ve laughed at the way your outfits had accidently matched (a black crop with white skinnies) had you been capable of making a noise.

“Ready to go?” He asked nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. You’d nodded, blushing when you realised you had been staring.

It was a short bus ride into the town centre. Spent in relatively comfortable silence arms brushing against one another in the limited space on the crowded vehicle. The club was packed wall to wall when you got inside, no hope of getting to the front of the crowd, or so you’d thought. Jungkook grabbed your hand winked at you and began heading in the opposite direction of the stage. He led you up some back stairs and on to a balcony you hadn’t ever noticed before.

“I’ve played here before, almost no one knows this is here, but it will give us the perfect view.” He dropped your hand in favour of leaning over the railing. You couldn’t help but feel cold at the loss. The performance was great, you found yourselves screaming lyrics back and forth at one another. Some people had cottoned on to your little hiding spot and soon it became as packed as the rest of the club. Whether he was trying to protect you from the others or he was pushed there you will never know, but Jungkook ended up caging you to the railing, head resting on your shoulder.

After the show you’d decided it was time to ask him how he felt. The club was still busy, but the two of you had been in a quiet corner on your own nursing drinks and chatting aimlessly.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” You asked, broaching the topic carefully. You watched closely for his reaction, but he gave nothing away. Instead he just shrugged.

��I did once.” It was too blunt, you knew you should’ve stopped but you couldn’t, now you’d decided to tell him it was like verbal diarrhoea.

“I didn’t think I did, I mean I’ve never seen any ‘matching birthmarks’ and every couple I know is perfectly happy… but then I met you and I keep thinking about it, and you, and how I feel about you.” You watched as his face goes from pensive to a deer caught in the headlights.

“I… I have to leave now.” He got up and ran into the crowd before you even had a chance to reach for him. He dipped through a back entrance of the club and into the night before you could even push through the first layer of people.

The ride home had seemed a lot longer. Holding back tears had proved extremely difficult. Of all the reactions he could’ve given you that might’ve been the worst one. Somehow you found yourself thinking even him laughing in your face might’ve been better. You left the lights in your studio switched off that night. Made a beeline for your bed and passed out face down.

It would’ve felt like a bad dream when you woke up… if it hadn’t been for the crusty mascara tracking down your cheeks. You’d picked up your phone from where it lay abandoned next to you. Battery on 12%. You’d decided then it’d be best to run damage control, at least save the friendship.

Y/N: I’m sorry about last night…

You hadn’t expected his reply to be quick, so it’d surprised you when the typing bubbles appeared immediately; and furthered your sadness when they disappeared moments later without a message.

For days you spiralled. Going over the moment again and again in your head. Each replay turning the memory into something worse than the original.

Eventually you plucked yourself out of bed, deciding to face the problem head on and talk to the friend that invited you both to their birthday in the first place.

She met you at a café downtown during her lunch break. It was obvious by your red rimed eyes and sniffling nose that you had been crying but she was nice enough to ignore it for the most part. You caught up on her life for a little while until you physically couldn’t hold back anymore.

You told her exactly what had happened between you and JK, watching as her expression got both more understanding and pitying as you got closer to the end. Whatever you thought she was going to tell you was no where close to the story you got. You sat mouth wide open as she told you about the accident, and the way it affected Jungkook. It made you want to cry all over again. You didn’t know what to say once she had finished, stewing in your own thoughts for a while. The main thought that kept coming to the front of your mind was one that made you feel so evil. But you had to get it out

“What if she wasn’t really his soulmate. What if he was never meant for her” Its barely above a whisper but your friend heard it.

“He truly believes that she was” She replied squinting at you. Her break ended shortly after that leaving you alone with your thoughts.

…

It’s almost a month later when you see Jungkook again. Hadn’t heard a single thing from him since the concert but at least you knew why.

This time it was someone pool party. You honestly hadn’t been expecting to see him there. Didn’t even know you had mutual friends past that one girl. You didn’t think twice about your birthmark when you stripped down to your two piece. Why would you? Everyone has one. You were lay out on a sun-lounger with a drink when you spotted him. Tucked away in a corner once again, the only difference this time was his attention was already on you. He looked as good as ever, hair damp and slicked back, Long-sleeved neoprene shit covering his torso but trunks showing off his amazing thighs. You’d forced yourself to look away form him but could still feel the intensity of his gaze on you.

Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore, too hot under the sun and his stare you decided to change out of your swimsuit into a sundress for the evening. Heading inside you found your way into someone’s bedroom to get changed. Perhaps you should’ve checked to see if the door the locked though, because just as you had wiggled out of the bikini top Jungkook burst into the room.

“Ah shit… Sorry… I um.” His hand had flown in front of his eyes as he’d slammed the door shut behind him and you’d immediately reached for the flimsy dress pulling it over you torso so he could reopen his eyes.

“What in the actual fuck Jungkook?” you whisper screamed not wanting to draw attention to the two of you hidden away.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t think… I just needed to see…”

“See what?! My boobs? I think you managed that one perv. You haven’t spoken to me in weeks and now all of a sudden you can’t wait long enough to knock.” You came across a lot meaner than you had meant, you just hadn’t been prepared for him to want to speak to you again.

“No I’m sorry I’ll go, this was a bad idea, I was probably seeing things anyway.” He mumbled looking sheepishly at the floor/

“No wait it’s okay, I really want to apologise don’t leave.” You took a deep breath and waited for his eyes to meet yours properly. When they did you could see the shock behind them.

“Why do you need to apologise? I’m the one that ran off, I never even told you why and I fucked up and I’m sorry I just…” You reached for him then, wanting nothing more than to comfort him and then realised it wasn’t your place, arm dropping heavily back to your side. “I felt so guilty with you, not because of you, because of me.” You nodded in understanding.

“I found about your soulmate after I confessed to you. I’m so sorry I didn’t know. I never would’ve brought it up if I had known you had already found yours.” You’d broken eye contact with him then unable to watch the sadness in his eyes and not be able to do anything about it.

“That’s why I felt so guilty though because the way I feel about you is so similar to the way I felt about her, how I still feel about her deep down. I was so confused because you’re only supposed to get one soulmate, and if I could feel the same way about you in such a short time… it just feels like I’m betraying her by loving you.” He stepped forward reaching for your chin and forced you to meet his gaze. “The today when I saw your birthmark on your thigh I could’ve cried.” He uses his free hand to unzip the shirt he’d been wearing. He pulled his left arm from the sleeve exposing his birthmark to you. A puzzle piece to fit perfectly into your own.

You’d gasped at the revelation you were right. He was meant to be yours. And yet it didn’t feel right. The anguish on his face was clear, the internal fight he had obviously been having with himself ever since the concert.

“Letting yourself love me now doesn’t mean you loved her any less” you whispered, allowing yourself to move even closer to him, wrapping him in your arms. He’d nuzzled into your neck allowing tears to stream down his cheeks and onto your shoulder. You’d felt every bit of stress leave his body as he cried. Emotions he hadn’t even know he had been holding onto, finally letting himself really breath since he had lost her all those years ago.

You’d lost track of the time, just stood with him, holding him until the final few sniffles came. His cheeks had been puffy by and red when he pulled away, wiping his face on the sleeve still on his right arm.

“Do you want to leave? We can go back to mine” You’d asked carefully, not willing to let him go home alone after feeling like that. He’d nodded weakly, sliding his arm back into the shirt before taking your hand in his. You’d headed for the door only to be brought back by the hand he had on yours. He’d pulled you so close you could see the flecks of gold in his irises, watched your reaction before leaning in and kissing you. It was salty with left over tears, but you wouldn’t change you first kiss for the world. Everything felt like it clicked into place in that moment, the world tilted on its axis. The exchange was short lived, a chaste peck followed by a few smaller pecks before he let you lead him all the way home.

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