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the-hidden-writer · 1 month

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A Piece of True Fiction: Chapter 5

An Alan Wake 2 fic. Spoilers for Alan Wake 2!

Summary: Aleksi Kesä manages to slip out of the spiral and film he was trapped in.

Saga Anderson, caught in the middle of Wake's horror story, finds a man that looks identical to her partner in the middle of the woods. He's lost, confused, and only seems to speak Finnish. Saga has to try and uncover the truth as well as trying to save her family. Where did he come from? How did he get here?

And where's her Casey?

(Thanks to @honestlyvan for helping me out with Finnish translations! I'll be going back and correcting previous chapters too.)

Chapter Summary: Saga brings Aleksi to the Sheriff's Station. Words: 1,929 AO3 Link: [Here!] [First part] [Previous part] [Next part]

A Piece of True Fiction

Chapter 5: Agency

There's a strange sense of déjà vu in the car on the drive back. Even though the journey itself is pretty short, it's enough for Saga to feel uncomfortable on top of the dull throbbing of her arm.

How long ago had she and Casey been sitting in these seats, back when everything was still normal?

If someone had told her when she was initially driving to Bright Falls with Casey beside her that, in a matter of hours, she would be in the same position except he would be a twisted version of himself with no recollection of her… actually, she probably would have believed it. Because it was so unbelievable that it circled around to having some element of truth. Nobody could make something that absurd up on the spot.

Unless you were Alan Wake, apparently.

The awkward silence between them doesn’t help the tense atmosphere, although there isn’t much Saga can do about that. It isn’t like they can make conversation. So they’re left with just each other’s presence and the faint sound of the radio.

At one point, out of nowhere, Kesä’s body jerks violently. He turns to look over his shoulder at the backseat in a frantic movement, curses to himself, turns back, and relaxes as if nothing had happened. Saga follows his gaze via the mirror, finds nothing, and tries to let it slide. She has no idea what he may have been through (or believes he’s been through) that may warrant his jittery behavior.

Otherwise, Kesä seems content to just look out the window. Saga notes that he seemed especially interested in Watery as they pass. If there’s one perk to not having a conversation, it’s that it gives Saga the chance to go over what she could say to the FBC.

Officially, this is no longer her case. She shouldn’t be involved at all. She can’t exactly stroll up to the Sheriff’s station, knock on the door, and demand to speak to suspects. No, she needs a viable excuse to get in.

The lead agent had said that they’d look for Casey for her. What if they were still looking for him? Surely it would be permissible for her to go inside to let them know that she’d found him already so they could call off their search.

Once inside, she could drop the bombshell of Casey being changed. She couldn’t think of any way to hide that fact without hiding him entirely. Plus, the lead agent had also asked for any important evidence. Would Casey himself count as the evidence in this case? In this Case-y?

She mentally berates herself. Book/movie title jokes are off-limits, even if the subject can’t hear them. The thought leaves her saddened.

The Clicker is still safe in her pocket either way. She can hand that over to Wake as soon as she gets the opportunity. The FBC doesn’t need to know about that part, and instinct keeps her from showing Kesä too.

They reach Bright Falls with no issue. Out of habit, Saga parks the car outside Elderwood Palace Lodge.

She's suddenly left with an inner conflict. Does she take Kesä to the station straight away? Or should she tell him to wait in the car while she figures out their intentions?

She doesn't mean to stare at him while she thinks, and only realizes she's doing so when he starts to pointedly stare back.

“Saga?” He prompts, with the tiniest hint of a smirk. "Mitäs seuraavaksi?"

Does he know? She wonders. Does he know about everything that’s going on? About the murders, about the pages, about Alan Wake, about anything? Or is he a blank slate just following her lead?

She really needs that translator.

It’s with that thought that she makes her decision. She opens the door and makes a beckoning motion.

“Okay, Aleksi,” she starts by using his name to grab his attention, “we’re going to find some help at the Sheriff’s station. You follow me, okay?”

He nods hesitantly. "Tulenko vaan perässä?”

Another thought jumps into Saga’s mind. Would Casey suddenly speaking Finnish draw unwanted attention? Would there be anyone that would even notice?

Better play it safe. “Aleksi?”

Saga makes a slow, insinuating gesture to press a finger against her lips.

Kesä looks very confused, maybe even mildly offended, which Saga can completely understand. To his credit, though, he covers his own lips and nods, albeit with uncertainty. Saga gives him an encouraging thumbs up before they both exit the car.

It isn’t a long walk to the Sheriff’s Station. Saga pulls her windbreaker back on over her jacket and starts walking with a determination to reach it as soon as possible, but then remembers that Aleksi only has one shoe. She stops, waits for him to catch up, then continues walking a little slower.

Aleksi seems enthralled by the town, closely observing every building and sign. She finds that odd for a few different reasons that she intends to investigate once they’re able to communicate.

An FBC agent is stationed outside the station door, holding a rifle. He draws the attention of the townsfolk walking past. Upon seeing him, Saga’s instinct is to grab Aleksi’s hand like she would with Logan, but she refrains from actually doing it. He’s a grown man. He’s her senior, for crying out loud.

…She still wants him to stay behind her. Seeing him so scared and half-naked by the well has unintentionally altered her perception of him.

(The presence of the agent also catches her by surprise, as if she’d been expecting nobody to be there. She brushes the feeling off. There’s no reason to feel that way.)

Sucking in a deep breath to draw courage, Saga approaches the agent with Kesä right behind her.

Like clockwork, the agent moves to block the door. “Sorry ma’am, station’s closed under order of the Federal Bureau of Control.”

Saga pulls out her badge. “Saga Anderson, FBI. This case was mine to start with.”

The agent shifts his weight a little, nervous. Saga spots a lack of confidence that probably comes with being of lower rank. She could use that to her advantage.

“I’m here to speak to Agent Kiran Estevez.” She continues in an authoritative tone. “I have new, confidential information that I believe is highly important to this case.”

The agent looks between her and Kesä, unsure. “Uh, I don’t know if you should…”

“Agent Estevez specifically requested that I give her information about the case, along with my partner here. Are you stopping us from doing that, agent..?” Saga fishes for a name.

That seems to snap the agent into action, and he hurriedly steps aside.

“No, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am. Agent Estevez is inside.”

Saga nods and smiles, taking care to not let her relief show. “Thank you.”

They walk in before he has the chance to change his mind. The crowded interior takes Saga aback. Inside, a mix of FBC agents and police officers bustle around the cramped space. Some are behind the front desk, busy typing or examining files. Others stand in small groups, talking among themselves.

All of them stop what they’re doing upon their entrance.

From the corner of her eye, Saga sees Kesä’s body tense. She runs through her practiced monologue in her head in the hopes of making the next few minutes as seamless as possible. Introduce herself, explain why she’s here, explain that she needs help for Kesä and needs to speak to Wake.

She steels herself and clears her throat. “Hi, I’m here to talk to Kiran Estevez.”

“Anderson?”

Agent Estevez emerges from behind the front desk to face her, an array of folders under her arm.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to…” Her gaze drifts over Saga’s shoulder. “Who’s this?”

Saga’s monologue crumbles into nothing.

“My partner, Agent Casey?” She answers, surprised. “The man I asked you to find?"

The last part is spoken with an unmasked indignation. Had the FBC not bothered to look for him? An MIA FBI agent caught in the crossfire of a dangerous shootout? If she hadn’t found him, how long would he have been out there, lost and alone?

The confusion on Estevez’s face only adds to the heat of Saga’s fury. She seems to study Kesä for a few moments before speaking up again.

“Right… no, you’re right, you did say that.” She shifts her focus back to Saga. “Sorry, we’ve got a lot we’re trying to handle right now, it must’ve slipped my mind.”

That’s no excuse. Saga wants to tear into Estevez right then and there, but holds herself back knowing that there are more important problems to deal with.

Estevez uses her free hand to gesture toward Saga’s arm. “Are you guys hurt?”

Saga makes a conscious effort to shake away her anger and focus on the situation. “We were attacked in Watery, I got clipped by a hatchet. But I think you should check Casey, he…”

She pauses. How does she tactfully say what she saw and convince them that it was all real?

“...How much do you know about what’s going on?” She asks instead.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Estevez replies smoothly.

It’s a fair response, Saga thinks, but it leaves her with the dilemma of what she should reveal. It all depends on how ‘unusual’ FBC cases got.

“I know that reality’s being rewritten into something it’s not.” Saga says. “I know about Alan Wake’s involvement, the Dark Presence and the Taken, and how they’re connected to Cauldron Lake and the murders.”

Estevez looks shocked. “Wow, okay… you know quite a lot then. Assuming that your ‘Dark Presence’ is the same as the Shadow, which does sound like-”

“I need to talk to Wake.” Saga interrupts. “I think I know a way he can fix reality. Please let me explain, people’s lives are in danger.”

“‘Fix reality?’” Echoes Estevez. “Agent, even if I could let you speak to a suspect in custody, encouraging someone like him to meddle with and potentially worsen the situation is definitely against protocol.”

“‘Someone like him?’” Saga counters. “What do you mean?”

“That’s classified information.” Estevez responds without missing a beat, even holding up the six folders she’s carefully balancing to make her point.

Saga’s eye catches one of the labels. On the side of one of the smaller folders, hidden between file codes and numbers, she sees the name ‘Alex Casey’ clear as day. Her anger returns in full swing.

“You literally have a file on him!” She exclaims, pointing to the file in question with her good arm. “You have a file on him, and you didn’t recognize him?!”

Estevez takes a step back. “What are you talking about? I…”

She turns the set of files around and looks over each one until her eyes widen. She sets down all the folders except for one, which she opens with an air of caution. Even though Saga can’t read any of the printed text on the inside, she can still make out Casey’s FBI headshot clipped to the top.

Estevez scans the page and then looks up again at Kesä, who shuffles awkwardly under her scrutinizing gaze. She blinks a few times then looks back down at the file.

After a few minutes of deliberation, she closes the file and turns to Saga with a bewildered look on her face.

“Okay Anderson, you’ve got my attention. I’ll hear you out. But first, we’ll get you guys to a medic.”

Saga’s relief almost overshadows her utter dread.

Finnish translations:

"Mitäs seuraavaksi?" = "What next?"

"Tulenko vaan perässä?" = "So do I just follow you?"

Thanks for reading! <3

#alan wake 2 #alan wake #alan wake 2 spoilers #saga anderson #aleksi kesä #alex casey #kiran estevez #fbc #federal bureau of control #a piece of true fiction #fanfic

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vavandeveresfan · 1 year

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J.K. Rowling Shares Which Harry Potter Secret She Told Alan Rickman First.

From a Vanity Fair article shortly after Rickman’s death.

When Alan Rickman first started playing the sneering potions master Severus Snape in the Harry Potter films, J.K. Rowling had only published four installments in her book series. That means that as far as readers knew, Snape was every inch the villain and the embodiment of any child’s worst teaching nightmare. But Rowling let Rickman in on a secret early on: Snape wasn’t all he seemed. Rickman has said in the past that Rowling’s top-secret advice helped him shape the character but he never revealed what it was she told him. But now in the wake of the actor’s death, Rowling explains that secret all boiled down to one of the most important words in Harry Potter fandom: “Always.”

That gif with its sentiment of remembering a long-dead loved one, was shared all over the internet by heartbroken Harry Potter fans when Rickman’s death was announced last week. But they may not have known exactly how appropriate it was. A fan asked Rowling, “Will you tell us the piece of information that you told Alan Rickman about Severus Snape? Or will that forever be a secret?” and the author replied:

For the Potter uninitiated, “always” is how Snape explains to Dumbledore in the final book why his Patronus takes the same shape as the one belonging to his long-lost love: Harry Potter’s mother, Lily.

“But this is touching, Severus,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?”

“For him?” shouted Snape. “Expecto Patronum!” From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe. She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window.

Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. “After all this time?”

“Always,” said Snape.

Rickman told HitFix in 2011 that Rowling had once shared “one tiny, little, left of field piece of information“ with him. Rickman went on to say, “[It] helped me think that he was more complicated and that the story was not going to be as straight down the line as everybody thought. If you remember when I did the first film she’d only written three or four books, so nobody knew where it was really going except her. And it was important for her that I know something, but she only gave me a tiny piece of information which helped me think it was a more ambiguous route.”

There are plenty of Rickman fans who prefer to remember him for earlier work in films such as Die Hard, Sense and Sensibility, or Truly, Madly, Deeply. But as tempting as it may be to write off Harry Potter as somehow less sophisticated or only for children, it’s undeniable that Rickman, of all the performers, was doing the most nuanced and shaded work in Rowling’s fantastical saga. “What I knew was he was a human being and not an automaton,” Rickman said. “I knew there was some sense of protection for Harry or I worked that out. It was enough to know, I didn’t know he was a double agent.”

Alongside the great Hans Gruber, Snape will endure as one of the greatest screen villains of all time precisely because he’s not a villain in the end. Fans mourning the loss of Rickman can take comfort in the fact that as long as we watch movies, we will remember him. Always.

#Alan Rickman #Snape #Severus Snape #Severus #Lily Potter #Snape & Lily #Harry Potter #Always #I stand with JK Rowling

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fearlessinger · 1 year

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Hello, grieving Adrien stan here.

Do i need to read all the pjo and heroes novels to fully “get” trials of Apollo books? I was never that interested in greco-roman myth or those series as a kid when they were super popular. also I haven’t read a proper book in an embarrassingly long time. Nevertheless I’d like to give a chance if they’re as great as you say.

unrelated,a while back I had half a mind to watch smallville do you know if its worth it?

hey Anon, first of all, my condolences. I’ve been there too.

Second: no you absolutely do not have to read any of the previous novels to understand/appreciate TOA! I am a big proponent of the “TOA first” reading approach in fact (tho obviously you won't have to go back and read the rest of the saga afterwards either), and I’ve already written a little primer for fellow readers who may want to start directly from TOA like I did, based on my own reading experience and the knowledge gaps that I found myself having. I will add, given what’s your reason for wanting to check this out, a few caveats:

this story is not a romance. It's about abuse, emancipation and self actualization. It’s also simultaneously a redemption story because

this Adrien is older (like 4000+ years older lol) and both his personal history and the amount of character development he underwent before the story even starts reflect this. He’s had time to grow up, fuck up very badly in ways that his upbringing explains but does not excuse, and this story is also the story of him coming to terms with and figuring out what he can do about that.

He’s also an incredibly unreliable narrator, and not in the ways you’re led to expect (if you’re familiar with the Adrien The Liar meta know that it’s as much - at this point probably more lbr - about Apollo than it is about Adrien, except for Apollo you gotta multiply it for like 10000). Which means you may have a hard time recognizing him for a while (I think when it really clicked for me was between book 3 and 4). Or maybe not, bc apparently some people clocked the similarities since the very beginning

it’s all so cringe. You’re a fellow ML (ex) fan so I'm sure you can appreciate some quality cringe but I feel compelled to give a warning anyway. I love it, and I don’t think a story like this about a character like this could have been told any other way because (among other reasons that I won’t say bc I’m already spoiling enough) nobody who cares as much and earnestly as Apollo does could ever be Cool ™. But yeah. The narrative style either works for you or it doesn’t bc it’s 100% not a bug but a feature.

Last but not least, if you think it might be easier for you to digest a whole book series in audio format, I’ve been told by multiple people that the TOA audiobooks are really well done.

As for Smallville… well, the show as a whole is definitely… an acquired taste 😅 It’s so dumb in so many ways, and not self aware enough to make up for it. I have an incredible fondness for SV, and for its version of Clark & Lois especially; I’d dare say it is still my favorite modern interpretation of their dynamic on screen to date, but it took the show a while to get to the point where their relationship took center stage (S8-9-10, basically. This is after all technically a superman origin story) and it was a very bumpy ride. The show has some truly terrible writing mixed in with the brilliance lol. But yeah go for it if you feel in the mood! Fyi Lois Lane only gets introduced in season 4 which is also one of the show’s best, most enjoyable & silly seasons imho so if you’re on the fence you could try beginning from there (I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to figure out what’s going from context clues).

#toa #adrien agreste #smallville #clois

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music-thestrongestformofmagic · 8 months

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if dathan was kenobi?

I believe this to be a reference to this meme of mine and asking if I would've liked The Rise Of Skywalker better if Kenobi were Rey's father? If that's indeed what the ask was:

Short answer: no.

Medium answer: give me Rey Nobody or give me death.

Long answer:

It may not be as bad as Rey Palpatine (that ain't hard), but it's still a bad idea. It creates problems for Obi-Wan's characterization & for the Star Wars timeline, besides it just... Not being at all interesting thematically or narratively.

Like, WHERE would Rey fit in the timeline, given Obi-Wan was mostly celibate except for hooking up with Satine, who died way before she was born? Even if he hooked up with someone else later, why would he sell his own kid to slavery?! Hashtag Not My Obi

But those problems are easier to solve, sure. My main issue with Rey Kenobi is that it is NOWHERE as interesting & refreshing & narratively fitting as Rey Nobody. I mean, lets remember the "No, I'm your father" twist. What made it work? Mostly Luke & Vader's relationship.

Luke looked up to the myth of Anakin Skywalker, it was his inspiration to be Jedi, & believed Vader killed him, which weighs in his hate for him. When Luke discovers Vader is Anakin, it changes EVERYTHING for him. Vader's no longer the dragon to slay but his father to save.

That, as well with little things that retroactively became hints for the twist ("-he has too much of his father in him -that's what i fear"; "he... killed your father"), is what makes the twist work. Now, what makes Rey Palpatine suck? Well, it changes nothing & came from nothing.

Rey has no relationship with Palpatine. And learning he's her grandfather (actually "original" of a failed clone who was her father because TROS novelization manages to make it worse) changes nothing in what she has to do. He's still just a wrinkly old baddie she must kill.

And well... With Kenobi we can say the same thing. At least from the "it came from nothing". Rey has no relationship with Kenobi. We don't hear of him in TFA or TLJ iirc. So why should it matter to what her characters NEEDS? To what she needs in order to GROW, not what she wants?

And now comes the heart of my point: another thing that makes Luke's twist work is that it's the LAST thing he wants to hear. Now Rey, what she wants is external validation, to be told she is important, that her parents love her & will come back. What does she NEED though?

She needs to discover her own inner worth & strength, learn self-reliance, that "the belonging you seek is ahead". Narratively, the only way to challenge her character in order for her to learn that is to have her parents having been assholes who sold her off for nothing.

THAT's what would make everything change for her. Besides being the only actual surprising answer the saga could have given. And INSPIRING. It's like Yennefer of Vengerberg having been sold for 4 marks by her stepfather. How BAD would it be if The Witcher went "he did that to protect you!"?

It's not just about her parents not being powerful ("what about Ezra Bridger & Ahsoka Tano & Obi-Wan Kenobi &-"). It's about the abandonment. Also, none of the characters Rey Nobody critics mention are chosen ones. That a Chosen One can be an Abandoned Nobody is powerful.

#star wars #anti tros #tlj defense squad #tlj haters and tros stans and reylo antis DNI #asks

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prettywitchiusaka · 2 years

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So I meant to make this post last week, but, gonna be honest, I wasn’t feeling super great up until a few days ago.

Now that I’m starting to feel like myself again (and with the recent announcement regarding who will be writing Secret Wars), I figured that now is the time to make an addendum to my post about today’s writers (at least in Hollywood, anyway) don’t seem to do any research, be it for adaptational purposes, or just to enhance their own work to make it better/flesh out the world and characters a little.

And honestly, I feel like Michael Waldron is a perfect example of this (with Jessica Gao being a close second).

I’ve made no secret that I have very mixed opinions and feeling regarding Multiverse of Madness, mostly staked in my love of Doctor Strange in general, and his MCU counterpart in particular. I tend to be a lot kinder to it than most, as I do think it’s a decent film that needs another rewrite or two before it could’ve been something great. But let’s be clear, I actually don’t entirely blame Waldron for what went wrong with this film. From what I know about the production, it really seems like Kevin Feige is the real villain of Multiverse.

I recently discovered watching MauLer’s take down of the film (I skimmed through it, tbh) that, as Waldron puts it, he was hired by Feige to come on board shortly after Derrickson left. Now that part I knew, as I’d been keeping up with the film’s production on and off since the initial announcement back in 2019. What did surprise me, though, was that they already had sets being built when Waldron came on board, meaning that not only were they still building sets that were made for the Jade Bartlett draft, it also meant that shooting was set to start soon. This meant Waldron was left to write a new draft with very little time to prepare (three weeks) according to him. And...well, this is where I’m actually going to defend the man for a moment.

Do I blame Waldron for performing the job he was hired to do? No. Unless your Harlan Ellison or (maybe) John Hughes, NOBODY can write a polished shooting script for a big budget film in three weeks. It simply doesn’t happen, and I put the blame entirely on Feige for that one. It’s INSANE for him to think that Waldron (or anyone for that matter) could turn in something worthy of being called a Doctor Strange film in that timeframe, especially when he’d already wasted time, resources and freaking MONEY creating standing sets and character designs for the original script that was discarded because he wanted his precious Multiverse saga, and couldn’t be bothered to wait another film or two before getting to that.

So yeah, I don’t blame Waldron for that.

That being said...I do blame Waldron for what happened after.

It’s no secret that the film industry (Marvel included) was shut down for a bit due to Covid, and Multiverse was no exception. This means Waldron was given a second chance. He could watch the first DS film, read some comics, do a quick wiki search and figure out which Doctor Strange comics are essential to the character and which ones he should read to write a new draft. You think he did any of that? Nope. Of course he didn’t.

This is what I mean about how we’re heading into an age of writers who don’t seem to do any research. Instead of studying Bartlett’s draft extensively, reading up on some comics, hell, maybe even phoning up Benedict and consulting with him on basic DS lore, he doesn’t do any of that. Instead, he just makes up his own plot and makes Wanda the villain because “Marvel wanted a Multiverse movie, so I had to figure out who’d be a threat to it”, even though he could’ve easily re-worked Nightmare into his plot if he’d been bothered to look up anything about the character. I mean, dreams are established to be windows into the lives of one’s Multiversal selves, how hard would it have been?

And before anyone chimes in and says “Well, he was probably busy with other projects”, I’m sure he was. But guess what? If you’re a professional writer in any capacity? You’re ALWAYS working on several assignments at once. Especially if you’re freelance. And yeah, sometimes you don’t always turn out something great. Sometimes you have several projects going on, and you have to whip up something that’s not your best due to time constraints. It happens. But if you’re passionate about writing, you’ll still put in the time and effort to make something worthwhile. You’ll do research and try to understand the material you’re writing about. And if fail that’s fine, because at least you tried.

And Waldron very clearly didn’t.

I’d hate to say “Don’t quit your day job”, but if you don’t want to put in the effort to improve your craft than maybe you should stick to being a producer, Waldron!

#Prettywitch Rants #prettywitch's philosophies on writing #research #writing #marvel cinematic universe #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #michael waldron #anti waldron #just realized another issue with waldron's writing #as i was typing this #he and a lot fo writers today are fucking lazy!#kevin feige #side note #fuck feige

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simplytheevebest · 1 year

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An absolutely wild theory, but after talking to my cousin and showing her the scenes (she is a video editing wizard) I am thinking they filmed Farah's scenes separately. Like entirely. The camera angles and positioning of the characters is done in such a way that they don't ever explicitly interact or touch until the end when Bloom and Farah hug. And even then, we don't see Bloom's face when she hugs Farah, nor Farah's face when they show Bloom. And it's not like the hug in s1, where it was shown from multiple angles but clearly it was the actors.

I don't know, the blocking of the scenes is very deliberate, I feel like, where they stand separate in the old house and the lighting on Farah's face is different from the lighting with the others. Which if this is true, highlights again how lucky we are to have gotten those scenes from Eve Best if this was all they could arrange with her schedule on House of the Dragon (and also why we didn't get any Silrah scenes).

Edit: okay so not so wild after all! @eves-da-best found this article (thank you my dear) where the actors explain Eve Best actually filmed scenes on the HotD set and her lines on her phone to send over. So we can acknowledge how AMAZING it is that she would be willing to do that now that she is, as Eliot Salt said best "a House of the Dragon icon."

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Sky: Can I ask you for dating advice?

Saul: Just because I'm with Farah doesn't mean I know how I did it

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Farah, post s2, alive and well as it should be: I learned some very valuable lessons from this

Saul: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away

Farah: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God

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S2 Has Officially Broken Me, or the Farah the Fern AU Nobody in Their Right Mind Would Ever Ask For

So I don't see why Farah the fern couldn't have been a thing. Like okay she can't retain a physical form for extended periods of time while her magic recharges and they figure out how to give her a physical form for good, so just keep her in a pot on the desk. Zap her with some magic when you want a chat like a magic, magic 8 ball.

I'm just imagining Saul at her desk doing the paperwork that's technically part of her job and she's a fern so she can't do anything except, I don't know, change colors? Wave leaves? Maybe as she regains more magic she can change plants, so she keeps turning into a cactus and Saul knows that means she doesn't want him doing her work and she knows that he knows but he just ignores her like "sorry I don't speak plant."

This has the same energy as invisible Stella chucking plants to the floor when the girls talked about something and she disagreed. Like imagine they take turns showing her around the school and talking to her so she doesn't feel left out or cooped up in her office because she's a literal plant and can't leave. And Riven carries around a potted plant for a whole afternoon with ridiculous commentary until Musa appears with actual Farah the Fern and it turns out he's been talking to a normal plant all day, so then they have to decorate the pot so that mix up doesn't happen again.

And there's an argument about keeping her in the common room of the suite at night because they all want her near but maybe she'd like to be in her own quarters? Will she get lonely? And Saul steps in like "alright, enough, if Headmistress Dowling is sleeping anywhere it's with me" and then he has to contend with the shit-eating grins of his students for that little slip up and poor Farah just has to listen to all of this.

I might have cried out all my braincells with this AU guys, but I'm not sorry ❤️ it's making me laugh, that's what matters

Edit: this is now a thing! Farah the Fern Masterlist

260 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okay but can we talk about the face Rhaenys made when Daemon suggested the Blacks "had Meleys" without even asking her if she was supporting them?

She literally went:

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miafi · 2 years

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for the fic asks: 3, 7, 12 :))

Hiiiiii and thank you for the ask 💕💕💕 sorry for the slightly late reply, but real life 😞😞😞

3. what fic are you emotionally attached to?

It's probably cheating if I mention an unpublished story. But when I started writing fanfics when I was 15 (more or less), it was a saga about a band I won't mention publicly and a OFC. Years later, I wrote something close to an ending, a love letter for the main character. And it makes me cry every time. I wrote that. (It's in Czech though.)

I have to mention And the music played. My first longer fic in English, a rollercoaster of emotions, I've poured my heart and soul into that story.

7. how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

I don't exaggerate when I say I'm mindblown every time anybody leaves a comment. They took the time of their day to read whatever story I wrote? And left a comment? 🥺🥺🥺

And getting support from you or others while writing, cheerleading or discussing ideas, it means a world to me. Your notes on the unpublished coming out story? Thank you so much. Exact what I needed 🤗

12. What’s your perfect environment to create/write?

I am the most inspired/write the most over the weekend. Preferably late evenings and early nights, when the world slows down and prepares to go to bed. There aren't any chores I can do that late and nobody disturbs me. I can have a glass of wine (or two) and can write as long as I want, because I don't have to get up early the next day and can stay up late. The exceptions are Sunday nights, when I should go to bed early but stay up late writing against knowing better.

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the best of (instagram) * valentine’s edition ‘24

notes: hi i wasnt gonna post but i didnt wanna leave u hanging so here’s a quick one,, i’ll write the fic for it and post it tmr maybes gn hehe

rockysroads

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rockysroads some people are crazy!!! anyway, happy hearts day!!!

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user1 oh?

oscarpiastri is everybody in ny except me?

lilyzneimer afraid so

logansargeant afraid so

rockysroads afraid so

mickschumacher afraid so

liamlawson30 i did NOT get the ny memo too btw

frederikvestiofficial i was invited but i was busy

user2 vday flowers from who?

rockysroads U CANT CATCH ME

user3 kinda jealous actually but

lilymhe fun times 🤭

logansargeant oooh flowers??? from who???

user4 STOP PLAYIN DAWG

user5 SPEAK THE TRUTH

user6 i know what you are, white boy

user7 it wasnt from u???

blythesworld if logan doesnt know, nobody will ever know

daltonsargeant yo?

ciarasdiary wait,, u didnt spend valentines with logan this year?

dalt0ns gasp…

daltonsargeant ???

kidy/n hahaha busy

logansargeant yeahhh

dalt0ns haha thats from me actually

user8 oh.

dalt0ns kidding guys i’m poor

ciarasdiary true that

mickschumacher hope you liked the flowers and enjoyed dinner!!!! ah!!!!!!!!!!!

logansargeant ?

lilymhe it was YOU

lilyzneimer 🤭

user8 ???

sebastianvettel oh…? the saga continues?

rockysroads ah!!!!!!!!!

maxverstappen1 interesting…

williamsracing why aren’t they blue ☹️

andrettiracing why are YOU commenting on my girl’s ig post? 🤨

williamsracing OUR girl now andrettiracing

scuderiaferrari ☝🏼🤓 roses are supposed to be red so you’re both wrong andrettiracing williamsracing

mercedesamgf1 blue ugly anyway

andrettiracing exactly mercedesamgf1

f1 mooooom they’re fighting in the insta comments again

liamlawson30 feel like i deserve a purple bouquet of some kind idk

andrettiracing just sent em over

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher i can explain and it’s 🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻

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user9 WHERE IS THE EXPLANATION?

user10 he cant keep getting away with this

rockysroads someday, we WILL address this but right now, i’m eating ice cream with my cat

user11 what’s this supposed to mean?

sebastianvettel is there anything to address?

mickschumacher rocky road with extra marshmallows?

user12 you KNOW her ice cream fave? mickschumacher

logansargeant ?

charles_leclerc confused…

maxverstappen1 funny story. remember vegas?

rockysroads i know where you live maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1 so DON’T remember vegas.

charles_leclerc ??? rockysroads maxverstappen1

user13 wdym vegas maxverstappen1

user14 u guys are gonna make my blood pressure spike

georgerussell63 ENOUGHHHH

alex_albon almost terrorism at this point

blythesworld cool cool cool

blythesworld where is mine

ciarasdiary and mine

dalt0ns what they said!!!

mickschumacher otw 🫡🫡

logansargeant AGAIN.

logansargeant ????

mercedesamgf1 oh!

williamsracing WHY WERENT THEY BLUE?

andrettiracing girl SHUT UP

scuderiaferrari still shouldve gone with traditional red 🙄

mercedesamgf1 yall… shut up and enjoy the post

user15 well now i’m just confused

danielricciardo just like the rest of us

landonorris first time?

georgerussell63 welcome to the club.

user15 are you telling me y/n and logan didn’t spend valentine’s together this year

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theneverendingmixtapecontinued · 1 year

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Daily Update 361 (Gossip Guy)

One MORE apology...

I’m sorry for the tangential rant in my last post (here); I was venting...

I REALLY wanted to say that my love life just sucks completely.... Like, there’s way less viable options for a girl my age, yousht ain’t kidding... I haven’t even been able to keep a date with one of these guys in chat...

One guy, just wanted sex, or nothing, couldn’t even wait 6 months... I thought we connected, but his “love language” was fucking, so NO...

Another guy just straight-up refused to see the last Star Wars movie (in the Skywalker Saga), and was depressing, and I went all Seinfeld on his ass, and just was like, don’t call yourself a fan, so, NOPE...

The second guy also planned a date on the VERY first online chat (NO thanks), and the first guy “had reservations,” but yousht know, didn’t have a car nor a regular paycheck, but sure he was the one having his doubts....

(Actually, the guys were in reverse order, but it didn’t flow, kay...)

Then, I just talked to a guy who’s phone call game sucked balls as he was just telling me how hot I am, which is great, but if I didn’t ask him something, he wasn’t saying anything... Radio silence... Ya know?!?

I tried to dump his ass, but he apologized and kept telling me he liked me, I was hot, and he wanted to cuddle... And that I probably liked him less than he liked meesht... An astute observation, I did NOT acknowledge, duh...

The point is, I kept the shit going because well, I wanted to give him a chance since he supposedly liked me so much.... Next thing I know, I ask him if he wants kids.... He said, yes, and it’s a deal breaker... So he broke off our date that evening... Okay fine, he said he was willing to reschedule, I said only if you’re sure... And he never texted back... So much for, “I won’t ghost you, I know what it’s like...” Yeah, right, totally ghosted, don’t even...

I just want to tell yousht, when I said these guys pale in comparison, is that they suck in comparison to yousht... Okay, fine, we were young and goofy and loud... Or free.... Or NOT jaded.... Or whathaveyousht.... All I know is that I haven’t even come close to having feelings for another guy like I have had for yousht...

CJ from work was a nice crush to prove my heart can STILL beat for a guy, and also a nice reminder of my type (flirty pop culture loving theatrical guys), but I mean, he was taken, and younger than me, and a coworker, and blonde, and taken....

NOBODY is perfect... But my options REALLY suck at this point... Even my companion from SoulGeek is not without some major flaws we can’t overcome...

And then, there’s what that “sex guy” who dissected all my past experience/ relationships said to meesht about yousht.... (That I probably wasn’t over yousht/ ready to date)... “That guy sounds like Adonis with all the admiration yousht have for him...” Adonis?!?... ADONIS?!?... Go figure!!!

And when I tell yousht I was trying to hold inside my feelings as much as possible, without lying to the guy, I mean, that’s when I knew I just had to deal with the fact that there’s NOBODY else out there for meesht except yousht...

That guy said some stupid things, and some things that were incredibly deep and profound... He looked like Yorgos... So he was kinda hot.... If he had been a little more open minded and less anxious for sex... Or if he had just texted meesht instead of analyzing our potential.... (So triggered)... The point is, he seemed like something.... Then he fizzled out 3 midnight sexy convos later....

So yes, I am STILL mucho single, if that means anything to yousht...

Anyways, I love yousht... And EVERYBODY I’ve talked to about yousht, knows it.... I’m NOT over yousht, and every time I try to beesht.... My world comes crashing down, like everything about meesht breaks... I mean, my heart is like married to yousht.... Yousht know how like someone you’re married to should lift yousht up and make yousht feel complete?!?... I mean, how do I tell yousht that I’m a total disaster without yousht?!?... And yet, yousht know, remain a part of polite society?!?.... I would say yousht being attached to someone else, just ruined meesht..... But, that’s NOT fair to yousht... RIGHT?!?... But how about weesht BOTH made some REALLY bad decisions that REALLY hurt each other?!?... And maybe NOW weesht can come (back) together and heal?!?... God, I would love that possibility so much....

Okay, so I’m NOT exactly happy for yousht... Because honestly, I don’t believe you’re fully happy... But I would definitely take yousht back into my life SOMEHOW, over nil...

I love yousht so much, dude, it actually hurts....

Okay, what’s a GOOD note?!?... ALWAYS the Beatles... In my life, I love yousht MORE... <@@@

#Destiny #TwinFlame #FEELINGS #BeTheChange #Grow #Vent #GarfieldSays

#storyofmylife #whatif #donotreblog #GPS #VIP

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fae-of-the-rose · 1 year

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I posted 1,247 times in 2022

That's 602 more posts than 2021!

12 posts created (1%)

1,235 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@silvermuffins

@bealoideas

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@nyctoheart

@perkynurples

I tagged 1,247 of my posts in 2022

#yes good - 315 posts

#inspiration - 176 posts

#reference - 173 posts

#oh my gods - 115 posts

#jojo's bizarre adventure - 100 posts

#twisted wonderland - 86 posts

#kingdom hearts - 67 posts

#mdzs - 58 posts

#grandmaster of demonic cultivation - 56 posts

#ensemble stars - 36 posts

Longest Tag: 75 characters

#how in the fuck are you not going batshit with your lab in that apartment??

My Top Posts in 2022:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Urianger Augurelt/Thancred Waters, Minor or Background Relationship(s), minor Gaia/Ryne | Minfillia Characters: Urianger Augurelt, Thancred Waters, Gaia (Final Fantasy XIV), Ryne | Minfilia Additional Tags: others are mentioned - Freeform, Named Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), for like two lines, Implied/Referenced Abuse, thanks Vauthry, goes into absolutely no detail but it is mentioned, disgustingly in love dads

Summary: Urianger and Thancred's home is always open to those who need a place to stay.

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So when I’m bored and unwinding for sleep apparently I make characters. Anyway @khttrpg posted a character sheet thingie to make characters with and I figured why the heck not I can always use more OCs.

Assuming I did my math right, Riley here has 5 Major Levels, is the Replica of a scientist’s son who’s father was very, very keen to see how far the human body could be pushed before being forced into Heartless/Nobody.....and look I based him on Prompto Argentum, taking characters from a video game or other media and building them in a TTRPG system is a really good way for me to figure out how the system works. Also he was the easiest to justify as a Cosmic Mage and I really like Cosmic Mage’s flavor.

All of his stats should be right if I did my math right this late at night (I added +3 to HP and +2 to MP) and there were a couple of things I noticed missing from the doc but otherwise extremely fun to build out! His whole deal would, obviously, be about finding where he belongs and figuring out where the scientist is now and maybe getting revenge for the bullshit that guy did to Riley’s “brothers”.

EDIT TO ADD since tumblr’s ask limit means this is easier: The things I noticed missing were: several Jobs give you free spells that don’t count against the number of spells you can learn but at no point in the doc does it say just how many spells you can learn aside from those; and some clarification on if a Talent can exceed a Stat if boosted by Reflex Improvement or other Class abilities.

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>playing Stardew Valley for the first time in a while >”btw Ginger Island is a thing” >unlock Ginger Island >oh...oh no

anyway I do not think I am likely to ever use anything on the island except that forge ever that is just TOO MUCH I am not a min-max/must make all the money type of player I am just a simple Fae who wants to marry cute boys and have a cute farm

11 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

I’m gonna need an internet historian to compile this wild Nier Automata Church Saga once it’s all said and done this is just bonkers like. whatever it ends up being it needs to be preserved as both a wild time and also a prime example of the DrakeNier fandom and how willing we are to like. accept this shit

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My #1 post of 2022

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D23′s going on today and new Tron game holy shit yes

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We are son these two have on the s*** out of me and try to mess up my mail I don't want them around she do a scary monster movie so he can explain the code that's being sent out about them and have done to them cuz they're idiots can't figure out either it's a real pain in the ass and you have to ask one piece at a time they say anything and I don't want to say the stuff all at once because I'll be to blame and you guys will see a threatening me which is b******* it's really nobody at that point except everybody gets on for so you started thinking about it it's way to do it they already know what it is so I started laughing they're doing an experiments on us for real now yeah you're like the mule or jackass jackass The saga mule.

I can't believe it he cracked our code that's it I'm pissed off but who cares Tommy f and Stephanie everything up he's a f***** that little b**** it's probably doing it cuz he's an a****** opens all the code and pisses everyone off he's doing the code now and he says it's mine that's why

Mac

It's really your code and he's getting beat up too and if he loses you got some kind of plan which we don't know what it is and our friend says let's go out to people my big huge machines you need the people to get the machines so I'm starting to hear that a little bit more clearly going to be a little close so Tommy f is also messing you up as we are

Dan

Yeah I was getting kind of drawn out extremely drawn out. I really don't need you doing that movie but you're probably will and you'll probably hire Mr smart-ass as a Ghost Rider is it calling him Ghost Rider not you it's a good idea but I'm trying to say not to do it my friend here says it's a good idea

Mac

So used to stop us by saying things like that it doesn't seem like you're stopping us yeah you can be the Ghost Rider Chris excuse me Ghost Rider what Ghost writer oh ok. I see that the oh okay was silent now we're getting along now this is terrible we're driving up and down the road harassing the whole street the answers yes we're threatening you for us to take his mail we don't know what it is we just want it that's wrong we know what it is this sucks

Trump

What is it

Zues Hera

It's kind of funny it's what you've been waiting for no it's probably the birthday card from the stoner group it's not massively important and you could have gotten by hand and Ken wanted to mess around with the mail and here it is Trump and Sarah surface and I don't know why I mean as hell to you

Ken

Lol. It was me at first and we're tracing Trump's terrorist threats and orders now going to pass them off this is why don't we just blast a whole bunch of terror camps they don't start calling more and blast more we're waiting for the green light on that we're going to get one shortly in the meantime we'll put a whole bunch of lawsuits and tons of stuff today about only five parcels but those are important because you need them to go to supercon and Hera is waiting but you say is probably won't make it here it's mad at you and bummed out but you say you know it needs a lot hell of a lot more effort than this I'm starting to see what you're saying power of the government in order to get you stuff and our people it's kind of lame and then post office is probably a week a spot and he can't figure out why it's because it's so well watched and you have scanners I'll say I just got something it's like saying we shouldn't be in a missile base you shut the damn freaking scanner and this will probably get them to screw around stuff and by the way the post office is extremely important to our safety and the world's safety because of checks so I'm going to get going on this I've had enough of this crap but also mail people stuff we have to be there in force we need another group to do it there's a male people France... Well it's us but it's not a lot earlier than us in Greece and Rome and other places China so I guess I'm saying it it's a group effort this is a big system and it's global and we're going to take it over so we need a task force and we are the same one already and they're doing a great job remember systematic approach and he adds something you have so many red light or flags it's time to go there so we're going to do that now so matter of fact across the board so I'm going to put it forward

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Star Wars: The Rise Of Skywalker

Directed by J. J. Abrams

This part is written on 19th of January 2020

Worst Star Wars movie. Period. I liked the first two movies in the trilogy. I noticed flaws in them, you could tell the story wasn’t create before making any of the movies and just wrote single/stand alone movies. But TROS really showed you need a good story plan to create a good trilogy, or even a good movie. The story changed every scene, it was just separate scenes put together to create a 2 hour “movie”.

Positive things:

The movie looked amazing. The visuals were great (except for some editing errors). It looked like Star Wars.

Soundtrack and sound design!! John Williams never disappoints and also I didn't notice any flaws in sound, which usually means the sound people did a good job. What a teacher of mine always says: The sound never gets a compliment, but if something goes wrong, everybody will notice it!

The acting was great. The actors did a great job, with what they were given. The dynamic between the actors was great. (Finn) and (Poe) have a great on and off screen dynamic. In my eyes, Disney were to afraid to commit to a romantic relationship, but the actors played them as a couple, so it is canon ;)

Adam Driver is a highlight in each movie he plays in! Because of him, I wanted to see this trilogy and he did not disappoint!! Kylo Ren/Ben Solo is the most interesting character in the Star Wars universe and I want to know more about him! Adam Driver played him beautifully, as a real person, as a human being. Kylo Ren/Ben Solo scenes were the best thing in this movie (except the last one). It is also so special to see the difference in Adam’s face when he plays Ben Solo. It is like he is a totally different person! Adam is one of the best, if not the best actor in the industry right now and nobody can tell me otherwise (but please try, I love discovering new amazing actors/actress)

Negative things:

The rest of the movie?

Lets start with the big bad: palps, how the hell are you alive, and who the hell would have f#cked you? Like I really don’t get it! He died and conceved a normal looking child person, who would later get and abandon Rey?!

Oh and why does Rey have to be family with a great force users? I loved that she was a nobody who had amazing force powers. It shows that no matter where you come from, you can do great, big things! Now she is a Palpetine taking the name of the family her granddad wanted to destroy? Does anybody get this movie?

Written on 25th of may 2022

I randomly came across of this empty blog of mine. I found this rant blog that was never posted. So enjoy my opinion 2 years later:

More than 2 years later and I still dislike this movie a lot. I love rewatching movies but I just can’t with this one. It needs a trilogy to fix all the problems. Which I have been thinking about for 2 years. I just can’t let go of these characters. I have a bit of a story line in my head on which way I would like to go with the Skywalker saga. Which is diverse, with plot twists and a reflection on our world. I might post snippets of things/scenes on this blog later.

Conclusion

This movie is bad. Not rewatchable and destroyed the sequel trilogy

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margarethx · 3 years

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As much as I would want Sam Wilson to finally be respected and treated seriously by every person in the MCU it’s pretty obvious that there are people who won’t like him being the new Captain. Showing that he’s still mistreated despite his role would be probably more realistic than just assuming everyone accepted him without hasitation (especially after the show revolving around his doubts about this very problem).

But if there will be scenes in future movies or shows where Sam is dismissed by people around him I want Bucky to be very, very obnoxious about his support for Sam. Every time someone assumes he’s the one in charge (like Walker did) he just asks Sam for his opinions and directions - even if he already knew the plan. Every time someone insinuates that Sam’s not doing the job right he just asks something like: “excuse me, were you personally picked by Steve Rogers to take the shield...? ...yeah, that’s what I thought”. Or he’d just casually mention Sam’s accomplishments, because Sam would never brag about them himself, but Bucky wants people to know how good he is at what he’s doing.

Basically, I want Bucky to shower Sam with additional love and support every time a person as much as looks weirdly in his direction. And I don’t mean to imply that Sam wouldn’t be able to deal with unpleasant people just by himself, because he absolutely would, but it’d be just so much easier for him to be a good Captain if someone had his back 24/7 and was very open about it.

(Also, Sam is probably way too polite to say “fuck off” to random, rude citizens, so Bucky can do that for him without consequences. One of them has public image to keep, the other not so much and they can take advantage of that. “Captain America flipped me off” would become a headline nationwide. “Captain America’s boyfriend flipped me off” is way less catchy and scandalous.)

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Why do I think Resume will end up with Volturi - an attempt to explain Bella/Renesmee relationship

As within the fandom nobody likes Renee (no wonder why) I'd like to make an attempt at explaining to y'all what's like to have a parent like her (because I've got the same problem) and why this is going to cause problem over the years between Bella and Renesmee. This post will include such things as explaining:

why being in a relationship like this is so tiresome

what kind of effect has it on Bella

why Bella is just the same towards Renesmee as her mother was to her

why Bella and Renessme dynamics as mother/daughter aren't as fantastic

why is it so probable that Renesmee will eventually join the Volturi and what may be her reasons to do so.

1. Someone, who's never been in the kind of relationship that Bella and Renee have, is not going to catch up quickly with the point that I'm making in this post. Why? Because it's hard to imagine yourself being in an abusive or neglectful relationship with a person, who is a close relative of yours. You never want to acknowledge that something is wrong and instead, you're trying to find excuses for the person's abusive behavior. Fandom agrees on the fact, that Renee is, at best, neglectful of Bella, while at worst, she's downright abusive. I agree with both statements and in a moment you'll know why. You also need to know that everything I'll write here is from my experience from being in such a relationship hence it doesn't mean everyone will have the same experiences as myself. Now, why is such a relationship so tiresome and you struggle to find your true self in it? In my case, very similarly to Bella, I became responsible for things I shouldn't be responsible for at a very young age. I didn't have the time to actually be a kid because I needed to handle "adult responsibilities". When you have adults' responsibilities you lose something beyond reclaim. You'll never go back to your childhood and be a child once again. I was forced, not only to handle myself, but also my brother and mother, and our household. I didn't have time to do most things that kids do cause I was taking care of my brother, or my mother, or doing chores, or anything that was supposed to be done by adults, except it wasn't. While all of this made me extremely responsible, it also made me anxious, bitter towards my parents and I suffered from depression for a long time. I read somewhere that Bella is exaggerating and it's normal to help your parents within the house, to have responsibilities. The problem here is that Renee is Bella's responsibility in the same way my mother and brother were mine. You cannot give this up because you're too responsible but it also eats you from the insides. Also, if I remember correctly, Bella says somewhere in the book that she doesn't mind this because that's how things are for a long time. That's exactly what I'm talking about! When such responsibilities are forced on you at a very young age, you accept it and think it is natural. It isn't. Adult are adults, and kids should be kids, not kids forced into adulthood.

2. + 3. When you don't have time to be a child and you're forced into the adult world, there's always going to be some consequences that you cannot foresee prior. To Bella it ended actually sadly - we can see in the book, as well as in the movie, that Renesmee is almost as an accessory to Bella. Sure, Bella dies for her, but what else? Renesmee is described as mature and serious, she doesn't want to do things that kids usually do. Why? Smeyer made her this way, yeah, but apart from that, it's because Bella cannot handle a kid. The idea of full family appeared to her because she never had it herself. And while she admits that she doesn't even want children in Eclipse, suddenly in Breaking Dawn we see her change her mind completely. All she ever wanted was a) Edward and b) to be a vampire. So when she has these two goals achieved, why would she even bother with Renesmee? So Resume is mature enough and growing up quickly to relieve Bella from the burden of maternity.

4. Also, I'm not saying that Bella doesn't love Renesmee. Of course she does. Renesmee, also, loves her dearly. It's the same dynamics as between my and my mother, and between Bella and Renee. Bella loves Renne but needs to take care of her and be the responsible adult™. It also tires her, as she needs to think about how to handle the business in the most effective (and cheapest) way.

I think we can establish by now that love has nothing to do with this. So, because of her childhood and the poor illustrations of how relationships should work, Bella is exactly the same towards Renesmee as Renee (and partially Charlie) was to her. She thinks Renesmee is able to handle herself fine - she's constantly throwing at us proves that Renesmee is mature enough to do almost everything adults do. It's bullshit, of course, but Bella isn't aware of that. It's how she was brought up (or it's rather the lack of bringing her up by responsible adult) and she thinks it's the best way to fulfill parental duties.

As I said earlier, Bella is all smiles because she's got what she wanted - Edward and immortality. Yeah, it's great she has a daughter too, but like... hello, it's Edward and her and they have forever so why to bother with a child. It'll somehow work itself out. I will not ponder here on Edward being a father and how I see his relationship with Renesmee, however, I don't think it's pretty healthy either. Also, I need to add here, that Renesmee at least, has others (I mean other Cullens) who have probably more patience and time to actually raise a child. I think, and it's only a headcanon so take it easy, that Renesmee has excellent relationship with Rosalie. Rose will not treat her as adult - she'll prolong Renesmee's childhood as much as she's able to. She has time, patience, will and all love for her, so I think they're pretty close, and it would be a good, as well as a healthy relationship.

5. The older Renesmee will get, the more she'll be able to understand. Maybe the Cullens (and I hope it would turn out this way) would spare her this "being a premature adult" thing but her relationship with Bella will never be as close as she'd probably wish to. Sometimes, love isn't enough to keep up with the relationship and the shit that's going on around you constantly. One day, Renesmee will go to high school, then to university and then? Who the hell knows. She won't necessarily be with Bella. Sure, she'll be always her daughter, but she's not her property. At some point, Renesmee'll be mature enough to decide whether she wants to stay with her family, or travel, or join another coven. What I think, is that Bella won't be happy about it at all. Right now she has her fairy tale. She sacrificed nothing. She's living the life of her dreams with a man of her utmost desire. She has a child, even though vampires aren't suppose to have ones. What will happen if there will be a crack in her tale? Long, nasty cracks, throughout the wall. This is when I get to the point that Bella has no fucking clue what mess she got herself into (but that's for another post).

6. Holy Grail now. Lord, I'm always making this so long, this was supposed to be brief. Okay. So why do I think Renesmee will end up with the Volturi? A few reasons off the top of my head:

※ at some point Jacob will die and Charlie will die, and she'll now what's grief and how hard it is to go on. Yeah, yeah, I know that Jacob is also immortal right now, but he'll probably be killed while protecting Renesmee or Bella. I always think of their relationship as brother/sister because I cannot stand the imprinting shit Smeyer gave us. Also, I think I don't need to explain Charlie here. Renesmee will be devastated by both of these deaths and she'll have to come to terms with herself eventually. I guarantee you that she'll not be the same after that.

※ relationship with her parents. I briefly explained what I had on my mind when it comes to Bella. Renesmee loves her mother but that doesn't mean they'll have healthy and exemplary relationship. Sure, they can work on that, they have eternity but I think that at one point Renesmee will be fed up with the way how her mother is in love with eternity itself. Her relationship with Edward, as I said, is for another post, however I think with time it can get pretty hard. Could you live with the thought that your own father didn't want you? That he regretted that you exist at all? I don't think so. (Yeah, I'm simplifying, but I need to, so don't hate me for this).

※ Cullen coven can break or partially break. @therealvinelle talked about it here a little bit but that's also what I have in mind. Cullens are fairly young coven, with pretty unknown dynamics as we don't get to know them that much through saga (thanks Smeyer for not dwelling on it further). It isn't said anywhere that they'll last next century, not to think about more time passing.

※ she'll be fed up with constantly living with the humans. Imagine you need to constantly move, go to school/college and abide the rules that you didn't agree on in the first place. At first its great, Renesmee has time and reasources to flourish but she can also do that without anoyone else.

※ she has rampant hunger for knowledge. Where to find more books and more knowledge than in Volterra? Simple as it is.

※ she may not find vegetarian diet... sustainable for her. Remember how she was delighted when she drank first Bella's blood and than human blood in general? I think she can go on for some time on vegetarian diet plus/or human diet (if she was to attend i.e. med school which of course I think she would) but after some time, maybe a century, maybe less and maybe more, she'll eventually come to terms that she enjoyed drinking human blood. That's it. She's half vampire by descent. I don't think she'll be able to resist that much , also because everyone taught her from day one she could have what she asked for in a blink of an eye (remember Esme's spoons?).

AND most important (at least for me)

※ her worldview will completely change after a few/a lot of tragical experiences. Sorry, that's just common knowledge. Life is brutal, people are vicious and ruthless. She'll probably work or go somewhere, where she can see what humans are capable of (both in good and bad ways) and what one can do to achieve their goal. I think she'll go to Volturi to simply find comfort there. They've been alive for three thousand years. They can teach her things Cullen's aren't even aware of. Besides, I think it would be a great political move. We all know Aro wanted to know her so bad. If he would, she'll probably be able to influence him to some extent and spare her loved ones if it'd go that far. That's it! Of course, it's fucking long as hell. Sorry for that. Comment if you wish. I cannot wait if you think the same, similar or if you disagree completely! But no hate, please. Professionals have standards™.

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Movie/Game/Show: Danganronpa: Killing Harmony Dynamic: Korekiyo Shinguji/Reader (and his sister shit but i actually take it seriously, unlike kodaka) Warnings: korekiyo’s backstory/trauma (his sister), sexual/physical/mental abuse implications (and outright said but not described in detail except the emotional and mental), anxiety in both kork and reader and mental breakdown(s?), airhead shit but it’s sad Summary: It’s all her fault. ~~~

Korekiyo suddenly turned to the girl beside him in his quiet research lab, “Have you ever heard of Jack of Fables, (Y/n)?” at her, albeit confused, nod, he continued, “Well, all those myths, fairy tales, and even nursery rhymes in reference to ‘Jack’ are actually about the same man. What this means is that Jack Be Nimble, of the candlestick, Jack the Giant Killer, who sold his cows then murdered and robbed a giant, Stingy Jack, who tricked the devil so relentlessly that he was banned from both afterlives, Jack of Jack and Jill, who cracked open his skull, Jack o’ Lantern, Spirit of Halloween and Headless Horseman, and Jack Frost, Spirit who ends autumn and begins winter are all one in the same. He made so many poor life decisions that he now serves as an immortal representation of winer with a pumpkin serving as head and flashlight. Is that not fascinating?”

“Aw,” (Y/n) grinned, nodding once again, “Like the American ‘Florida man’.”

Korekiyo sighed, disappointment palpable in his tone, “That is… actually much more accurate than I wish to admit.”

“Wait, wait,” she tilted her head, patting the man’s arm despite his attention already being on her, “So… like, was he also Jack the Ripper…?”

His eyes widened at her statement, “(Y/n), I must be grateful you were not born to the life of a woman of the night in Victorian London because I assure you, Jack the Ripper was incredibly real.”

“Oh, that’s so sad…” she pouted before clearing it back into her usual smile almost instantly, “Well, thanks for the folklore fun fact, Kiyo! I didn’t know that Jack was so dumb! God, I’d hate to be like him…”

“You do realize you’re not so bright yourself, yes?”

She shrugged, “I’m fine with that, but at least I’m not tricking the devil!”

So sweet and kind, the Ultimate Composer was. Against all expectations, she wasn’t highbrow or traditionally genius, but she was more than excellent company. And, to top it off, the idea of turning her into one of Sister’s friends was oddly… sickening.

It should’ve been perfectly fine - she was a deeply respectable young woman unlike Miu and Maki, there’s no reason he could have against her.

It just felt wrong.

“Oh! Oh!” she burst out, clapping her hands together, before turning and reaching into a bag slung around her hip. Rooting through scrapped sheet music and notes, once she found what she’d been searching for she held it up excitedly, “Boom!”

Korekiyo took the item, just barely brushing his wrapped fingertips against hers, “Cleopatra’s Pearl Cocktail… much appreciated,” he pressed the small bottle into a pocket on his uniform, “If you enjoy giving gifts, perhaps we can discuss cultural gift-giving practices?”

“Ooh, Kiyo’s gonna teach me?”

“Hmm,” Korekiyo hummed quietly to himself, “Well, perhaps… you would prefer I tell you of a composition piece in relevance to mythology, yes?”

“That’d be nice,” the girl giggled softly, rubbing the back of her neck, “To be honest, I just like when you talk… you sound so smart all the time!”

“My thanks, (Y/n),” he nodded curtly, muttering to himself before coming to speak up, “Alright, I believe that the composition for you would be The Ring of the Nibelung, of Germany.”

“Oh, I know that one!” she knew most ‘ones’, to be fair.

“I had suspected so, but have you heard of the heroic legends behind the pieces?”

“Ah, no… are those what you’re gonna explain?”

“I had planned to, yes. Alright, well, the four parts, as you know, are The Rhinegold, The Valkyrie, Siegfried, and Twilight of the Gods. Nowadays, they are most commonly played as individual, separate works despite making one complete story. They were always intended as a sequence - as The Ring cycle, cleverly. Each piece revolves on a loose basis to German heroic tales and Norse legendary sagas, with the overarching tale of the magic ring forged by the Nibelung dwarf, Alberich, which grants the power to rule the world,” he paused at the sight of (Y/n) yawning, his lips pursed and eyes shot down to his shoes before flickering back up to the girl, “Ah, my apologies for taking far longer than necessary. You must find this- “

“Ah, no!” (Y/n) shook her head, waving her hands about as though it would physically prove how far from needed his apology was, “That’s not it! I’m just kinda tired, ya know?” as if to prove her point, another yawn washed over her, “I hadn’t slept well last night after Kirumi…”

“I see,” Korekiyo nodded, closing his eyes to think over his words, “I apologize for making it about myself. If you wish, I could walk you to your dormitory. Now that you mention it, it has been quite the long day.”

“You don’t have to, Kiyo, I’d hate to bother you so much in one day let alone one sitting,” the composer puffed her cheeks out, “That’d be so obnoxious…”

“I don’t find it obnoxious whatsoever, especially if it’s to aid- “ he hesitated, “to aid a friend.”

He hadn’t had friends before. People usually found him creepy and that was the end of the story - nobody approached him and he didn’t branch out. Life went on. The world spun. His loneliness was everlasting and yet nonexistent. He has Sister. Though, deep down, he knows. She’s on another plane of reality with loneliness stronger than his, that’s why he sends her respectable young women.

Just like (Y/n).

But just… not (Y/n). For reasons he personally chooses to not disclose to even himself.

“Aww, Kiyo! You care!” the girl placed a hand over her heart as if to show that the organ itself was squeezing in delight at his offer.

“Of course, I do,” Korekiyo didn’t like how quiet she made him. How jittery and nervous. And he didn’t like how it made him question the way Sister made him feel.

She also made him nervous but it felt different. He liked to pretend it was the nervousness of a love you don’t quite have yet, but he fully knows he’d be lying. She was a mean girl, a bully in school before being hospitalized. Prone to violent and outright frightening outbursts when she had the energy to do more than force him to her side.

But he didn’t like questioning those feelings for Sister. Who he was, was based on her. His uniform. His passion and talent. His hair. His perfect complexion. His life as the universe knows it is an ode to her.

It’s too late for him to go back now… he’s already done so much in her name it’d be cruel to give up now. He might as well continue for Sister.

“If you really don’t mind, then yeah, I’d like it if we could walk together… I get a little nervous going around at night, you never know who’s gonna snap…”

“And you trust me?”

Shit. That’s what gets him in trouble. It’s as Sister always said. ‘Too naive to make his choices, and once he’s free, too inept to make the right ones.’

“Well, yeah,” (Y/n) spoke as if there was hardly any thought to the answer, “All you’ve shown me is somebody worth trusting,” then, she’s quick to remember poor Kaede, “Well, maybe I’m being silly. But hey, if I have to choose between dying trusting my friends and paranoid beyond myself, then maybe I’d- “ she paused, “Ehhh, I don’t like the way that’s coming out.”

“I understand what you’re attempting to say,” Korekiyo reassured, turning towards his research lab’s exit, “Let us start towards the dormitories, yes?”

“Right!” (Y/n) nearly found herself jogging to catch up to Korekiyo’s long-strided head start, she clutched the strap of her bag as she did so, “So… you heard about Angie’s plan, right?”

“To perform a resurrection?”

“Do you think it’ll work?” she seemed antsier than was typical for her, “I mean, you’re into anthropology, so, like, has there ever been a case where that did work? Do you know?”

“No, besides, that would be more akin to history, remember?” she probably didn’t, her memory failed her at an ungodly amalgamation of best and worst of times.

“Oh, yeah,” she murmured and nodded, pretending to recall the difference between the two.

“Who would you desire back into this game, if you could?”

“Rantaro,” her answer was quick, her fingers looping together nervously, “We didn’t really talk much, but uhm, whenever we did - he was really nice. He said I reminded him of a sister of his… so that’s a good thing, right?”

Depends on who you ask, really.

“You grew attached to him so quickly?” there was no jealousy there, he tried to convince himself.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish I’d gotten to know him more. He was always running around, trying to save us, and in the end… it got him killed.”

A lot of things will get you killed.

Korekiyo shook off the thoughts racking his brain, “Your care for him even through his estrangedness and peculiarity is truly beautiful, (Y/n),” he fiddled with the locket piece hanging around his shoulders, “Even your care for myself. I’d be lying if I’d said it wasn’t endearing.”

“You’re not…” her words died out, not wanting to lie to a dear companion of hers, “You’re a little off-putting but you’re not undeserving of love, Kiyo.”

It was a complete 180 from what Sister had told him his entire life. A new lesson coming in far too late. He had to earn love. He should’ve been crawling on his knees and pleading for affection, but now he was supposed to simply receive it? It sounded so incredibly fake. A fictitious tale told alongside gumdrop fairies and candy trees.

No place for someone of realistic standard.

No place for him.

“You’re far too kind, (Y/n).”

“Maybe you just haven’t known nice people,” she suddenly stopped, slapping a palm to her mouth and muffling against it, “I’m so sorry!”

“Worry not,” Korekiyo continued walking, “I’m unphased.”

Because maybe it was true.

Maybe Sister wasn’t so nice.

There was an itch at his skin in the thought and he shook his head.

Sister was kind enough to love someone like him. Who was of rotted soul and rancid heart.

“I shouldn’t have just said that, especially since I don’t really know your life…”

“Would you like to learn it someday?”

(Y/n) was fairly shocked at how quickly he seemed to breeze by her insult to his family and friends - well, if he had any friends - but she wouldn’t refuse. It was extra time with Korekiyo! Who could turn that down?

“I’d love to.”

“Tea and cookies,” (Y/n) pumped a fist in the air, “What could be better than enjoying those with a friend?”

Korekiyo felt his lips twitch up behind his mask at the rhetorical question, he reached out for his teacup, “Perhaps freedom from this killing game?”

“Oh, yeah, huh…” she deflated, “Jeez, I can’t believe I’d say that…”

Oh, great, of course, now he’s gone and made the local ball of sunshine in this school upset.

“Nevermind that, (Y/n), it was a tease…” he gripped the cup a little tighter, cheeks heating up in humiliation at his failed joke, “I apologize if it seemed like anything other than such.”

“No, don’t apologize, it’s fine! It was kind of a dumb thing to say, now that I put some brain into it,” so it made sense she’d said it, (Y/n) frowned at the bitter thought.

“Ah,” the clink of a cup against the table caught the girl’s attention, “I must change my mask in order to properly enjoy this tea and these cookies,” as the anthropologist went to turn, he was stopped by another outburst from the girl.

“No, don’t! Uh, here!” she clenched her eyes shut, papped her palms over her face, and turned her head downwards, “See? Now I can’t!”

“You don’t have to go to such lengths, I could simply turn- “

“No, no, I want you to feel comfortable and I heard once that doing things to make your friends comfortable is, like, a way to make them like you more?” she huffed at the wording, “Just, I don’t know… I want you to know that I care. Ya get it? No need to turn yourself away like that when I can just not look.”

A tuft of air passed through his nostrils at the girl.

Sister would adore a friend like her.

Korekiyo pulled down his mask, brows drawn tight towards his eyes at the new realization. It was no longer a matter of her being respectable, it was now the knowledge that someone as tender-hearted as (Y/n) would be loved beyond comprehension by Sister.

But… no. Sister couldn’t have her. She’d understand, right? Of course. She could have someone else - the other bubbly girl, what’s her name? Angie. She could have Angie.

Korekiyo just… he just needed (Y/n). Something about her was calming and sweet. He picked his mask for eating from a pocket in his uniform and carefully adjusted it over his lips so as to not smudge his lipstick. It wouldn’t anyway, he knew this, but it usually never backfired to be too sure.

The lipstick in itself was quite the hassle. Another homage to Sister that she might not even be seeing. So was the hair. It got tangled and knotted and was hell to dry after a shower.

“Not to rush you at all, but are you done? Cuz my eyes are starting to hurt… I think I’m squeezing them too hard.”

“Right, yes, I am.”

He really shouldn’t think like that… Sister deserved to be honored.

As if she’d been reading his mind, (Y/n) leaned over slightly, pointing at Korekiyo’s hair, “Hey, hey, how do you manage that? It always looks so silky and soft and well-kept.”

“Ah, well, it is quite troublesome most days, but with patience and rather expensive products, I keep it together.”

“I was wondering, too, do you ever put it up?”

“Not usually, though, that would be… nice on occasion,” he sipped at his tea, enjoying the way (Y/n) shyly glanced away to prove she didn’t want to invade his privacy. She was too delightful to be in a place such as this, even if he did enjoy the beauties of law-absence.

“Uh, I don’t want to come off pushy or like you have to let me, but if you want, I’d love to put your hair up! To be honest, I’ve been wanting to for a while,” her eyes widened at her own statement, “Oh, that sounded creepy. I’m so sorry.”

“I am hardly one to judge,” he reached over for a cookie, “But, if you’re so inclined, I won’t protest.”

“Yay!” she bounced slightly in her chair, “Oh, that’s great, Kiyo, thanks.”

“Shall we go to your dorm after finishing our refreshments?”

“I’d like that,” (Y/n) grinned.

And to think she almost didn’t approach Korekiyo on that first day in the school. How ridiculous could she have been to judge based on looks? Sure, he was a little strange and the way he spoke was unlike any teenager she’d ever met, but he was still a person. He deserved to be given companionship.

Besides, he’d only ever shown her kindness and support.

He didn’t even make fun of her when she said something stupid in front of everyone.

She cringed at the memory of every time Kokichi or Miu or Maki prodded at her. Even Ryoma and Kaito had picked on her when she misspoke during the first trial and just brought up a point the class had already proven. It made her heart wrinkle and shrink at the mere thought. Kokichi still made fun of her for questioning Tsumugi’s whereabouts during Rantaro’s murder.

“You’re staring into your tea, it will grow cold if you only look at it.”

“Oh, yeah,” shaking her head, (Y/n) silently cursed herself for spacing out. What an awful habit of hers, it was, “Sorry for taking so long.”

“You shouldn’t apologize, I’m not upset in the slightest,” he felt his heart lighten at the tiny smile that illuminated her face, “I simply enjoy spending this time together.”

“You’re too nice sometimes, Kiyo,” she giggled, but they both recognized the tingle of nervousness jumbling within it, “If you’re not careful, I might fall for you or something…”

“Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing?”

I wouldn’t mind, she wanted to say.

If you’ll have me, he wished to murmur.

Then he felt his chest tighten.

“Can I…” he tapped a finger to the table, “ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Uhm,” she bit her lip as she thought back, “No… why?”

“How do you think it feels?”

“Like, you could be free and yourself around the person? I’m not too sure, but I think if you and someone else are in love then you’ll accept each other completely, you know? Sure, there’s flaws in every person, but I think you accept those, too.”

“I see…”

“Kiyo, why do you ask?”

“I…” his brows furrowed, “A lot has been on my mind as of late.”

“Alright, I won’t pry,” standing from the dining table, (Y/n) clapped her hands together, “Now, if you’re still down, I’d love to put your hair up!”

“As it stands, I am still, as you put it, ‘down’,” Korekiyo nodded before joining the girl and starting towards her dorm room.

“Nice!” she pointed directly ahead, “Now, onward!”

A total airhead at her truest, Korekiyo thought. He didn’t usually partake in the type, but something about (Y/n) just pulled him in tighter every time he tried turning away.

So, what’s the harm in giving in? Swimming against the tide only ever led to drowning anyway, so why fight it?

Sister… Sister was dead. Is dead. Resurrection isn’t possible and hasn’t been in human history. And she had changed so much of him. (Y/n) would never force him to bend to her ideal.

The more he thought about Sister in comparison to (Y/n), the more he realized that Sister felt like a ball and chain - and (Y/n) felt like a breath of fresh air.

Just her name inside his own head sounded as sweet as the best form of heaven.

“Here we are!” (Y/n) cheered upon their arrival to her room, “There’s probably a bunch-load of unfinished works in here so just… don’t judge them too harshly, okay?”

“I could hardly judge an unfinished masterpiece.”

“I don’t know about masterpieces…”

“If you create them with heart and soul, there’s nobody who can effectively say they aren’t except for yourself,” Korekiyo enters the room after her, legs carrying him towards her desk as she roots around her bathroom for a hairbrush and hair tie, “Sadly, this is also applicable to disasters with effort put into them. However, just from skimming these, I can tell you they are not such disasters.”

“Aw, thanks, Kiyo, you know - I know I’m the Ultimate Composer and junk, but jeez it gets so nerve-wracking when people hear my stuff. I like what I write, but who’s to say other people will?”

“I understand that. Showing others your work is extremely unsettling at times,” he followed the girl to her bed and sat between her knees on the floor, “I recall feeling that way when I would dabble in artistry.”

“You can draw?”

“I would when I was much younger,” he felt her fingers run over his scalp and through his hair and the weight looming over his shoulders practically melted off, “I haven’t held onto any of them, and they’ve likely aged poorly, but I know how I felt showing them around.”

“Why’d you stop? If you don’t mind my asking,” reaching around, (Y/n) threaded her fingers through Korekiyo’s bangs and, as gently as humanly possible, pulled the hair hanging over and around his face back into a slicked style.

“My… sister, she always rathered that I participate in anthropology with her. I wasn’t all that good anyways.”

“Aw, that’s kinda sad. Even if you weren’t good, you could’ve improved over time.”

“Do you truly believe that, (Y/n)?”

“Of course, I mean, talents are just developed over time, right? Angie didn’t pop out of the womb an art genius and I didn’t start off great at writing music, you just keep at it and eventually your skill level is way better than when you started.”

Sister always said he’d be garbage at drawing. Somebody like him could never learn.

She tied off and twisted until the bun was perfect - well, not perfect. It was presentable enough, and it was just a bun anyway! Not like they had anywhere to be.

“Sorry it’s messy,” she scratched at her cheek, feeling anxious that he’d be upset with her work.

“I…” he felt another little smile peek over him, it was indeed messy with stray hairs sticking out here and there and a few tiny bumps running over his head, but even so, “I love it.”

“You do?”

“It’s a gesture from you, why wouldn’t I?”

Standing beside Korekiyo at the mirror, (Y/n) twiddled her thumbs before spewing out her question, “It’s totally cool if not, but can I hug you? Sorry if that’s weird!”

“No… it’s…” Sister never asked to touch him, and now that he thought about it, she never seemed to care when he told her to stop, “That would be wonderful.”

As her arms slowly came around him, he felt truly at ease. With Sister, there was always this fear of never being what she wanted. That she hated him deep down. With (Y/n), it felt like finally being attached to someone you were meant to. Returning to a place of deep affection.

“You truly do care about me, don’t you, (Y/n)?”

“What kind of question is that?” she back-pedals, “I mean, of course, I do. You’re very dear to me, Kiyo.”

Maybe even a little too dear, considering the current climate of the killing game.

But even so, neither of them pulls away. Neither cares enough to wrangle themselves from indulging in the other’s touch. It feels too good against their skin.

It’s then that Korekiyo’s brain strikes the flint to create the burning thought - maybe Sister wasn’t all that great. Maybe Sister didn’t love him.

She’s only ever made him miserable, now that he recalls it all.

(Y/n) doesn’t. She makes him feel human and alive and adored. He likes the way she makes him feel. And between the two, he much rather would be praised than berated.

Oh God, what did this mean again?

Where do the creation myths go?

Who’s Princess Kaguya?

Her head throbs at the thoughts rumbling through her. She tried to get Korekiyo to get someone, anyone, but her to organize his notes.

Shuichi would love this stuff! You two should bond!

Gonta could learn about being gentlemanly from you! It’d be a great learning experience!

I know you don’t like Miu that much, but maybe spending more time together could make you understand each other more?

Anyone.

And yet, Korekiyo denied. He liked spending time with her. He wouldn’t mind answering every question she had - no matter how many times she asked it. He was a patient person, he could handle it.

(Y/n) looked at all the books and stray papers surrounding her alike, bottom lip tugged between her teeth in focus and face beating hot in vivid embarrassment. He wasn’t even looking at her, thank God, but still… it was so mortifying that she’d already lost track of what she was doing.

She tried so hard to pay attention, she really, really did!

She wanted to help so bad. She wanted to be useful so bad.

But she knew… she’s not a smart person, per se. It was beaten over her head repeatedly her entire life by her family, schooling, peers, and even her friends. She was an idiot who couldn’t do anything right.

It’s why she wanted Korekiyo to ask someone else.

But how could she say no to him? He was always so nice, it’d be downright mean to refuse him. Right?

She felt her eyes burn, vision growing blurry through tears. Setting down the papers in her hands - (Y/n) covered her eyes to keep any wetness from splotching the notes below. It was the least a fucking moron could do.

“(Y/n)? Are you feeling okay?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

She nodded shakily, just wanting Korekiyo to ignore her and continue his work. Better yet, he’d kick her out and she could dodge the incoming humiliation altogether.

“Yeah,” her voice cracked, lips trembling.

Goddammit.

She heard papers rustling before she could feel the presence at her side. Fingertips just barely grazing her body before hesitating back, “You’re lying.”

Understatement of the year.

“I just… I’m so sorry, Kiyo. I’m such an idiot, I knew I couldn’t do this,” she whimpered, desperately trying to grab and suffocate down her bubbling sobs before they wracked her throat, “I’m too fucking dumb to do anything right… I’m sorry…”

“No, no, don’t apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong and you’re no idiot,” he’s immediately slammed with every memory of every time he’s called her such a thing. No matter how nice he tried to be about it, he still aided her insecurity, “I’m sorry for ever saying you were. Intellect is not measured by how well you can do a task nor should everyone’s mind be measured the same. Intelligence is fickle and is spread over a vast variety of subjects. You’re not an idiot for not being able to do something you’re not accustomed to.”

“I just… I- I wanted to help you but then I forgot everything you said about organizing them and then which regions are which and what even is a gorgon?”

He chuckled quietly at her question, “A creature in Greek mythology most commonly in reference to three sisters - Medusa, Euryale, and Sthenno - with hair made of living, venomous snakes that turned those who so much as looked upon them to stone,” he glanced around at what (Y/n) had gotten done, “I see that the filing in relation to music is nearly completed for your half.”

“That’s about all I’m good for.”

“And I would not have managed that so easily, music was never an incredible strength of mine - though I do admire it.”

“Don’t lie to me, Kiyo…”

“I would never,” he moved his notes away to sit more comfortably next to the girl, “In fact, if you’d be willing to listen…” his throat tightened and heart thumped in his chest, “I would like to tell you of something that’s been troubling me for quite some time.”

“Yeah,” she wiped away her tears, sniffling, “of course.”

“I told you of my sister, correct?” he waited for her nod of confirmation to continue, “Well, it’s my belief that…” his fists clenched.

What if she didn’t believe him? What if she blamed him? How do you tell someone your older sister raped and abused you when you’re barely even coming to terms with the fact yourself?

“(Y/n), I…” he stopped, gut bunching in knots before he suddenly ripped down his mask and turned to face her, “I think I need help…”

“What? You’re just wearing lipstick, Kiyo, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“No, no, no, no,” he shook his head, hands shaking wildly as he pulled out the ponytail (Y/n) had done up earlier and yanked through his hair, “E-everything I am is because of her! She consumes me even in death! She- she- she hurt me…”

“Oh,” the girl moved to sit up on her knees, hands reaching out but not yet touching him, “What happened, Kiyo? You can tell me, I’m listening.”

“She told me I was an awful boy, nobody but her could love someone so foul and creepy… she- “ he moved to grip his sleeves, “She touched me,” he looked into the girl’s eyes, “Is it my fault? Am I so disgusting? Why would she do this?”

“Do you want me to hold you or no?” at his shaky nod, she instantly took Korekiyo into a hug, cradling his head and shoulders to her body and stroking through his hair, “You’re more than what she made you. You’re bigger and better than her manipulation. And it’s not your fault she did what she did. It’s completely and totally on her. She took advantage of you, Kiyo, that’s not your fault.”

He grabbed her arm and pressed his face into her shirt as she held him, “Am I rotten? Am I lovable?”

“You’re the best person I’ve ever met. You’re worthy of love and care.”

His lipstick smeared over her shirt and across his cheek and neither of them minded. It would wash off eventually. Her stain on his life would come out.

“When we get out,” (Y/n) began again, “do you want to seek professional help? You can get it, Kiyo.”

He was slow to nod, beginning to grow tired from dosing out tears and trauma at once, “I do… thank you, (Y/n)...”

“No need to thank me.”

“(Y/n)?” she hummed quietly in acknowledgement, “Even if it isn’t for field work… I wish to travel the country with you. I want to show you the beauty of humanity as I know it… for our sakes.”

Looking down, (Y/n) caught the gentleness in his eyes, tender and soft and awaiting her response, she smiled softly, brushing back his hair, “I would love to, Kiyo. If it’s truly something you want to do, I would be happy to go anywhere with you.”

Nighttime was quickly approaching and with the atmosphere and turmoil of the class, (Y/n) didn’t feel very safe being out so late.

“You’re certain you don’t wish for me to walk you to your room?”

“No, you finish up here,” (Y/n) waved off Korekiyo’s offer, “Don’t be such a worry-wart, yeah? I’ll be fine! You better take care of yourself while I’m gone, though.”

He nodded, a small smile stretching over him, “I will, dear (Y/n), don’t worry.”

The girl’s eyes widened slightly before she returned his beam, “You have a cute smile, Kiyo.”

“Oh,” right, he didn’t have his mask on at the moment. It was refreshing to wake up and not trouble himself with makeup for a woman he wasn’t sure even cared - dare he say it, it was nice, even.

He’d only taken his mask off around (Y/n), it felt intimate. Sweet. Something passed only between them.

“Thank you.”

She nodded before turning back and pressing outward from his research lab, “I’ll see ya tomorrow, Kiyo! You better have the sweetest dreams, ya hear me?”

“You as well.”

He returned to cleaning up his lab, occasionally stumbling over a floorboard looser than the others. How troublesome.

That’s when her voice picked up from within his brain.

“You never loved me.”

He looked around despite knowing exactly where the voice was coming from.

“You let her do this to you. You let her take you from me.”

Pushing past them, he persisted in rooting through his notes and organizing his papers.

“She hates you. She’s scared of you. She’s just trying to be nice. You scare her. You scare all of them. You rotten, rotten boy. You’ve been ruined - only I could love a face so hideous and broken. A horrible, horrible boy lucky enough to be given the love I did.”

His hands shook, fingers twitching and heart thrumming heavy, “No. (Y/n) likes me. She enjoys my company.”

“Why would she enjoy the company of someone so lonely and depressing? So gross and foul? She probably hates you for partaking in your own sister’s touch.”

“No, she- she doesn’t… she knows it’s not… it’s not my fault…”

“Are you inside her head? How do you know? How are you certain? I’m the only one who ever loved you - and you’ve abandoned me. Left me all alone.”

“No, I- I haven’t abandoned you, Sister! Please, believe me, I never abandoned you.”

“So, you know what you must do to prove yourself to me.”

“(Y/n) wouldn’t like that…”

“(Y/n) wouldn’t like you anyway.”

She’s right, right? She’s right. Someone as wonderful and beautiful as (Y/n) could never adore him the way he does her. He loves her and she must find him repulsive. Staying out of fear.

Out of pity for the boy abused by his sister. And so, who better to return to than the more predictable of the two?

(Y/n) may have felt more like coming home than Sister - but Sister was home. (Y/n) was comfort. Sister was familiarity.

He found his foot planted against the loose floorboard once again. He knew how he had to make up for his misdeeds and abandonment.

“I’m truly relieved to see that you got to your room safely,” Korekiyo murmured to (Y/n).

“Huh? Oh yeah,” she pointed over to their local gentle giant, “Gonta and I crossed paths on my way and he wanted to walk me to my room and I just couldn’t say no to him. It’s nice to have someone you trust in this ‘game’. Well, other than you,” the elevator jumbled slightly as it dove down into Monokuma’s makeshift courtroom, “I trust you, obviously.”

She shouldn’t. And he wants to tell her that.

But as Kokichi and Shuichi take glances at him from across the elevator, he knows that she’ll figure things out soon enough.

And, during the trial, when Shuichi’s convicting Korekiyo of the murder of Angie Yonaga and Tenko Chabashira - she does. And she cries and screams and throws a fit. Demanding Korekiyo to fight back harder. Demanding Shuichi to stop lying and get serious. Because Korekiyo would never kill somebody.

He was nice. He was a gentleman. He cared about people. He had stolen her heart - and a man who managed that wouldn’t kill anybody. So, of course, Shuichi was lying.

“Do I have to remind you of what’ll happen if you don’t vote?” Monokuma bit out.

(Y/n) clutched at her hair - she knew what she had to do. But every time she went to vote for Korekiyo, her body wouldn’t let her.

Reaching over, the boy himself took her hand in his, “Allow me,” as he guided her hand over her voting panel. No matter how she swatted at his hand or tried to wrench herself from Korekiyo’s grip, he pressed her vote into his name.

She was forced to watch as he was strung up and spun. Made dizzy and sickly. She was made to watch as he fell into the melting pot. Fires eating at his body until he was no more than spirit.

As Monokuma and the sister who had harmed him so horrifically worked as one to rid the world of his soul.

Eyes went to (Y/n) as the execution subsided. Her sobs and hiccups drawing everyone’s attention.

Gonta was the first to approach, a large hand settling on the girl’s back as she cried, silently taking her into a hug.

Her heart wrenched, fingers squeezing at Gonta’s suit and throat rubbing raw with her wild wails.

He could’ve gotten help. He could’ve gotten out with everyone. If she’d just stayed with him then she could’ve done something. Angie and Tenko would be here. Korekiyo would be here.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Kaito’s voice peeked through, “Don’t cry because he’s gone, (Y/n). Move forward - for both of you.”

“I…” she shook her head, choking on a sob, “I don’t think I can…”

Shuichi placed a hand on Kaito’s shoulder, “Just give her a little time.”

As the group moved out of the courtroom, Gonta stayed by (Y/n)’s side up until she clumsily made her way into her dorm room.

Immediately, she collapsed into her bed sheets. Dreading tomorrow. And the next day. And the one after that. And the one after that. And so on. And so forth. Maybe she should’ve known better than to go around falling for a guy in the killing game. Maybe she should’ve held herself up in her room all alone.

There was no escape from this feeling. No hiding. It may get better over time - but Korekiyo would always be gone.

A buzz at the door caught her attention. Her movements were sluggish, honestly just hoping that whoever was there had given up and left by the time she finally answered.

Shuichi stood there, classically uneven, anxious smile and all, “I think there’s something you might be interested in? If you’ll follow me.”

No verbal response was given, only (Y/n) stepping out of her room and shutting the door behind her to give him her confirmation.

He began towards the casino. With a sigh, (Y/n) was about to tell Shuichi off - she didn’t need to start gambling to get over Korekiyo’s death - until he stopped in front of the building.

“I mostly just wanted you to get some fresh air,” he says earnestly before digging in his pocket and pulling out a key with a heart-shaped handle, “I got this from here. You can get your own or keep this one, I think you need it more than I do,” at her confusion he continues to explain, “It can take you into this weird dream-like state where you can see what ‘ideal’ you play in our classmates’ minds… I think you know who I gave this to you for.”

“Kiyo…”

“Yeah. You can see him again, if you want.”

She wanted to be strong and push the key back into Shuichi’s hand - instead, she just looked between him and the key in her hold and nodded slowly, “Thank you, Shuichi…”

He placed a hand on her shoulder, “Sleep well, (Y/n). I know you can grow past this.”

Because he did.

“I’ll try.”

But he wasn’t her. And Kaede was gone far before Korekiyo. And their grief was not the same.

“Thanks again, Shuichi.”

“Just take your time, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Her knees felt like collapsing under the weight of her nerves, hand falling to the doorknob of the hotel room.

She pushed through her anxiety and found herself in a red-tinted room, a large heart-shaped bed in the center with a merry-go-round circling it. Then, she found Korekiyo standing to the side.

What would his ‘ideal’ version of her be? A friend? An out-of-touch acquaintance? A lover?

Her heart throbbed at the last possibility.

“Ah, my dear, back so soon?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry…”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I’m, uhm, not sure?”

I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.

“Then don’t,” he seemed to glide across the room, taking the girl’s cheeks in his hands, “You’ve always had a problem with that, my love.”

My love? My love.

“Ah, yeah, sorry,” she huffed at her own word selection, “Oh…”

Korekiyo chuckled quietly, pulling down his mask to kiss her forehead, “I already took my medication while you were out.”

“Your medication?”

“Yes, from the doctor. You were the one who pushed me to go, have you forgotten?”

“Right! No, no, I just blanked,” she quickly lied, giving the boy a broad grin, “I’m glad, though.”

“It’s only medication, dear.”

“Still,” (Y/n) reached up to cup Korekiyo’s cheek, “it’s good that you’re following through with your meds.”

“Your support always helps,” he pressed another kiss to the girl’s forehead, “We’ll be leaving early in the morning tomorrow, I should warn you,” at her furrowed brows he explained, “In order for us to catch the first train to Iwate prefecture. Did you forget, darling?”

“Wait, wait, let me guess…” she waited for his nod before tossing out her suggestion, “We’re traveling for field work!” she was then quick to tag on, “As a couple that’s, like, super in love?”

“You didn’t forget at all, my love,” Korekiyo pulled away slightly, and sat on the bed, removing his shoes, “You play that memory of yours down too much. You’re far more intelligent than you think.”

“You think that?”

“Of course, I do. It’s not just because I love you dearly, either. You mustn’t let the words and actions of others control your opinion on yourself - you’re better than they say.”

This is his ultimate fantasy. He’s her lover. They travel and see the beauty of humanity together, just like what he said he wanted. He loves her. He thinks she’s so great.

He’s wrong.

She should’ve stayed with him that night.

He’s wrong.

She could’ve done so much to keep him with her.

He’s dead.

Because she should’ve stayed.

“Kiyo,” her eyes burned and began to soak, “I’m sorry!” her lungs rapidly expanded and contracted with her sporadic breaths, her hands clutching at her shirt. Her knees finally buckled and she collapsed to the ground, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being a stupid, stupid, stupid failure! Please… forgive me…!”

Korekiyo immediately stood up and rushed to (Y/n)’s side, bringing her into a tight hug as she fell to the floor, his fingers running through her hair. He kisses at her temple and cheeks, waiting until her cries settle enough for him to be audible in the room, “It’s interesting, dear, I first realized I’d fallen in love with you in a situation similar as this. I desired to comfort and reassure you just as I do now. You’re not stupid nor a failure, and I adore you above all else.”

Shaking her head, (Y/n) only began to cry harder into Korekiyo’s chest. This could’ve been their future. This could’ve been what they had to share and hold between only each other. If she’d only stayed. If she’d been with him that night.

“Oh, my dear, I’m sorry for upsetting you.”

“It wasn’t you,” she clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to keep back her cries, “I- I- it’s all my fault… it’s all my fault…”

“You haven’t done anything wrong, darling,” Korekiyo held her tighter, “I love you, my dearest (Y/n). No matter what you’ve done, I will always forgive you.”

And once again, her tears only came out harder. Her head pounding ruthlessly at the ache and consciousness fading out in her exhaustion. Korekiyo was dead. And no amount of her tears could ever bring him back.

#korekiyo shinguji x reader #korekiyo x reader #shinguji x reader #drv3 x reader #he deserved so much better :(( i wuv him #let me know if i miss anything with the warnings

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