#We are his weakness but she is his obligation do you understand

[hypnoneghoul]

Sundown: Chapter 3

WC: 600

Relationship: SwissAlps

Tags: Transfeminine Mountain, AU; Cowboy!Swiss x Barmaid!Mountain, Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together

She shifts as she slowly wakes, too, nuzzling in closer to him. “Mhm…how’d my girl sleep?” he asks, pulling her impossibly closer.

Notes: This one is just a cute little fill :3

Read chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 3 under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss has been in Sundown for two months now and it has been the happiest two months of his entire life. He is a changed man.

His insides twist every time he sees Mounty smile at him, he blushes every time she calls him her boyfriend. He’s never been anyone’s anything, not like that.

Swiss is completely and utterly gone.

He yawns as he slowly comes to, waking in the early morning to sun peeking through the carelessly shut curtains and muffled noises of the town starting yet another day. Swiss takes a deep breath, inhaling the fresh, flowery scent surrounding him. He buries his face in the source of that scent—the soft, dark amber locks of Mounty.

She shifts as she slowly wakes, too, nuzzling in closer to him to get that little bit more comfort before they get up and leave the warm bubble that is their bed.

“G’mornin’,” she mumbles into Swiss’ shoulder and he squeezes her waist in acknowledgement.

“Mhm…how’d my girl sleep?” he asks, pulling her impossibly closer. His morning voice is rumbly and gravelly and it never fails at making Mounty shiver. 

“Good,” she replies simply. “You’re comfortable.”

Swiss laughs and the barmaid’s heart throbs. He leans down to press a kiss to her forehead and his stubble scratches her lightly in the best way possible. A forehead kiss isn’t enough, though, and so Mounty tips her head back to demand a real one. Swiss is a weak man; he can’t not oblige.

They get lost in it a bit, as usual, not caring about the work they both have, the outside of their bed in general. They spend the next few minutes—or hours—simply staring at each other with smiles painted on their faces and kissing every five seconds like nothing beside them even exists.

Something beside them does exist, though, and it reminds them of that fact itself. Or rather himself, as Dewdrop comes pounding on their door. “Come on, Rain needs something from yours, Mounty!”

The pair giggles and kisses some more, but soon enough they do emerge from their room and walk down the stairs into the bar area. Dewdrop’s waiting there with a piece of paper—presumably some instructions from Rain—in one hand, and a glass of water in the other.

“Woah, Dew, you alright?” Swiss asks with a smirk.

“Yeah…why?” the other asks, a little confused. Mounty understands, though, and she smiles as she takes the paper from Dewdrop to go fetch what his partner needs.

“Water at nine in the morning? Not beer?” Swiss teases and Dewdrop scoffs, hitting him lightly on the shoulder.

“According to Phantom I should hydrate myself properly in the morning before work,” the man sighs. He’s obviously not happy about that. “Rain agrees and so I’m being blackmailed into it every morning.”

He cringes as he takes another sip and Swiss bursts out laughing at his face—looking like he’s just been poisoned at the very least. Just then Mounty returns and she points at Swiss, “Careful, I should be doing the same to you.”

Swiss stops laughing.

“Uh, anyway,” he clears his throat, “Dew, would you mind taking a look at Monty’s hooves when you’ve got a minute? I think she needs a trim now that we ain't wearing them down on the road.”

“Mhm, sure. I’ll be going now,” Dewdrop nods and leaves his—still half full—glass on the counter completely by accident. Mounty shakes her head and chuckles as she walks over to Swiss. He throws an arm over her shoulder and brings her close to kiss her once again.

“Ready for the day, sweetheart?” he asks.

“As long as you stay with me.”

#hypnone writes #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swissalps #swissalps' sundown

[kakusu-shipping]

TRICK OR TREAT

Mario glared at the crumpled invitation in his hand, then at the two begging brothers across from him. "No."

The two whined in unison, "But Maaaario we haven't been to a Halloween party sense we moved here!"

"We are not going to BOWSER'S Halloween party!" Mario recrumpled the invitation he had already thrice thrown away and shoved it into the littler brother's hand.

"But Mario think of all the desserts! Cake and candied apples!" Luigi tried to appeal to his brother's appetite, which usually worked.

"We can make those here, together."

"Think of the costumes! We could all match, like when we were little!" Emile attempted, uncrumpling the paper for the fourth time now.

"No. No absolutely not." Mario took the paper from Emile and shook it at him, "This? Is a trap. We're not going. Who even gave you this?"

"Devin. You like Devin. You two are practically the same person." Emile argued on his friend's behalf, leaning on Luigi to once again try their combined puppy eyes attack.

Mario returned is glare to the invitation, the handwriting was neat and in all caps, surrounded by crayon drawings of Halloween things like Bats and Pumpkins and what Mario assumed was meant to be a Skeleton, though it was probably Junior's first time drawing a human skeleton.

Mario looked again to his brothers, their big pleading eyes and quivering lips. They were already so powerful apart, together it was impossible to say no forever.

Mario sighed,

"Fine. Just an hour won't hurt.."

#Emile's Writing #In which Luigi and I pressure Mario to take us to Bowser's party because we are Halloween Fanatics #And the Mushroom Kingdom does NOT celebrate apparently (headcanon) #It probably isn't Halloween the exact same as it was back in Our World and it's probably not called the same thing #Buuuuuuuuut I would have done research on the Holiday actually mentioned on the invite #And just call it Halloween if it sounds similar enough #Peach also got an invite and she is of course going she always goes #She calls like the day before to ask Mario to be her plus 1 and honestly he would say yes instantly to her #We are his weakness but she is his obligation do you understand #He'll go anywhere she goes no question

[bhaalble]

I like that Last Unicorn quote as much as the next guy but I do always wind up feeling a little detached from analysis that paints Astarion's disapproval as purely envy. Partly because. No one's doing this for Lae'zel for instance even though she has similar disapproval and similar trauma (all she can remember is a hostile physically and emotionally exploitative environment which expected perfect strength and obedience from her or else she would be punished or killed). But also partly because it feels pretty detached from everything he actually has to say about it.

The thing about Astarion is he loathes weakness. He loathes sentiment and he loathes dependence. You can see this when he actually opens his mouth up about the people he disapproves of saving, but also incredibly loudly when he talks about the other companions, as well as his fellow spawn. If Lae'zel submits to Vlaakith he talks scornfully about how some people just come to love their chains. He's confused and put off if Wyll submits to Mizora to save his father. In every conversation with his fellow spawn (at least when hes not actively manipulating them) he's dismissive and harsh, and clearly he's perfectly willing to sacrifice them for the sake of himself.

There's an obvious origin point of those feelings, of course. Cazador's abuse is designed to actively kill off empathy in his spawn, both towards each other and towards victims. The last time Astarion prioritized someone over his own skin he got locked in a tomb for a year. We can see glimpses of it with the other spawn too, how his siblings are (apparently uncompelled at first) willing to drag Astarion back to their master for their freedom, how Petras' first dream of freedom is getting to drain another person dry. Astarion certainly doesn't seem to feel any real sense of solidarity with them, likely because Cazador understands that them building a community is a threat to his authority the way it was to his own master.

I'd also argue its Astarion projecting his own self-loathing outwards. So much of his quest is about his desperate attempt to escape from who he was. He's been given a chance to slip free of the limitations of being a spawn. He clings to that because of course he would. He also instinctively begins to run over everything in his path, because if there's anything he has learned over the past 200 years its that good things can always be taken away unless you make sure to remove any and all possible threats to that scrap of well-being. He's disdainful of people in need of help because they represent who he fears to go back to being! He calls his siblings "poor fools" while refusing to confront the fact that had it not been for the tadpole he would be in exactly their position, forced to cling to the hope that Cazador is telling the truth for once because escape isn't an option either way. He becomes irritated when Tav slows down to help the unfortunate because they represent roadblocks on his own path to safety.

There's an idea in mental health stolen from airplane safety: that you shouldn't help anyone else until your own mask is secure. What they don't tell you, speaking from personal experience at least, is that PTSD, especially for long term trauma, has a way of making you feel like your own mask will never be secure. And while that's scary, and it sucks, and there should be the utmost patience for it: no one is going to realize that mask is secure for you. Eventually you are going to have to accept the fact that you are breathing just fine. Eventually you are also going to have to accept that people asking something of you isn't them endangering you, even if it can sometimes (often) feel like it. It doesn't make you obligated to help them. But it does mean you have to stop reacting to them like a threat, because not 5 minutes ago that was you.

I think the idea that he's only mad because he's jealous is a gratifying fantasy. He didnt feel safe before, but now through your PC and the power of love he'll feel warm and cozy enough to forgive you for not being there to begin with. But I also think Astarion cannot live in a reality where he's never pushed back on. His instinctive self-protective movements are a coping mechanism, yes, but coping mechanisms developed under survival conditions can also be a way of keeping you frozen in your trauma. Outside of the environment they were necessary for, they can even hinder you from growing in the ways you need to grow to move past what happened to you. Sometimes, you need to stop a baby tiefling from getting crazy murdered by a snake because it turns out. That can happen to anybody not just people who are weak and stupid and deserve to die anyways not like me I'm normal-

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #ive got to stop drafting essays on him #apologies if this damages my cool boy image #cazador #baldurs gate 3 spoilers

[onthecrescentofthehill]

I feel like this is such a key moment in Shuro and Falin’s dynamic that i’ve never seen talked about and wish was mentioned again in canon. ‼️THIS IS NOT A SHIP POST‼️ for clarity but to me it adds such an interesting layer to how Shuro must feel towards her and the imbalance in their relationship…..

So much of his character is feeling alienated and inaccessible to the people around him, at first in his own family and then culturally after he left home. the party doesn’t even know his actual name. he’s under so much pressure and could feel like anyone Knowing another side of him would compromise his obligations, and partly why he resents what he views as Laios’s compulsive earnestness so much. but at the same time I think him seeing how much patience and love she has for Laios makes him wonder if he could be safe with her. and in the caterpillar scene he sees Falin finding beauty in something others find repulsive and inconsequential (plus in the recent Adventure Bible we learn he also has an interest in critters….)

I’m not sure when the caterpillar scene takes place in relation to his nightmare, either way she literally enters his subconscious and saves his life!! I’m so so so curious about the details tbh. I can’t imagine how humiliating that would feel but at the same time it took away the need for him to confess any of his weaknesses, Falin took it upon herself and the most Insane part to me is he probably doesn’t even remember what she saw, because Marcille didn’t remember the content of hers. and there’s no way he’d ASK, and Falin wouldn’t volunteer that information.

anywayyyyy Shuro knows she’s seen the deep pain and loneliness at his core and guided him out. he wants that, he DID get it, but doesn’t know HOW!!!! so of course he’d try to chase that in reality and he would feel an intense closeness with her because she’s the only one who who’s Literally Seen that side of him, one that he might not have a full realization of.

it rly captures this imbalance between them that I think Shuro really wants to bridge even if he’s unequipped for it, and Falin doesn’t reciprocate. like. You See Me, Can You Please Show Me What You See? he knows, factually, that she could understand and help him. but he only offers to make her “comfortable.” and at the end of the day she does for him what she would do for anyone, often at great risk to herself (imo her desire for independence in the AB demonstrates her wanting to break this) he knows this and it would be enough, he even admires that about her greatly. but it doesn’t leave much room for her own self actualization.

I don’t have a conclusion other than thank you Ryoko Kui. thank you.

#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #falin touden #shuro #toshiro nakamoto #dungeon meshi spoilers #toshiro haters LOG OFF ✋ thank you

[slytherinslut0]

MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Eleven-Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

(This will essentially be a toxic book where we are Theos fucktoy. No love here, very minimal fluff.)

Tags: 18+, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mattheo, Dirty Talk, Toxic Behaviour, Jealousy, Possessive Behaviours, Manipulation, Sexual Aggression, Angst, Emotional Manipulation, Slytherin!Boys, Weaponizing!EnzoBerkshire.

****FIND THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS HERE.

Friday morning arrived, but you found yourself ensnared by an unwelcome visitor: illness. Your usual vibrant energy was replaced by a lethargic heaviness, your throat scratchy, and your head pounding with each heartbeat. Emily's concerned eyes followed your every move at the breakfast table, her worried whispers barely audible above the hum of the Great Hall.

Thursday had been a disaster. Despite the guild meeting's anticipation, you couldn't summon an ounce of excitement. The prospect of seeing Tom, once a source of thrill and exciting opportunities, now felt like a daunting challenge. As you walked past him, you avoided his gaze, keeping your eyes fixed on the floor and not daring to converse with him outside of a few small shared words during the meeting. Ignoring him was a desperate attempt to shield yourself from the whirlwind of conflicting emotions that threatened to consume you.

Every fiber of your being wanted to be excited, but the illness, accompanied by the haunting words from Mattheo, had drained you of joy and left only a hollow emptiness. The guild meeting, once a highlight of your week, felt like a distant obligation. Your world had shifted, leaving you adrift in a sea of uncertainty and discomfort, the very essence of your existence shaken by the turmoil within.

"Are you okay?" Emily's voice sliced through the quiet, laced with concern. "You look like you're about to faint."

"I'm just not feeling well," you replied, your voice barely audible above the buzz of the Great Hall.

The words that left your lips were somewhat true, but they were a mask over your real problems. A torrent of conflicting emotions churned within you, the chaos of Mattheo's unpredictable behavior warring with the complexities of your situation with Tom. Each thought pulled you in a different direction, leaving you in a state of internal turmoil that threatened to consume you whole. Despite your efforts to hide it, the storm inside your mind was evident in your eyes, a silent plea for understanding that you were desperate to keep hidden.

Emily's concerned expression softened into one of understanding, her eyes reflecting the depth of her friendship with you. She didn't press further, sensing the boundaries you had set. Instead, she offered you a gentle, reassuring smile.

"You've been working so hard," she said, softly. "You should cancel your tutoring tonight. You need a bloody night off--you're working yourself sick."

Internally, your turmoil grew. If only Emily knew the real reason behind your illness, the tangled web of secrets and emotions that threatened to suffocate you. The rule-breaking involvement with Mattheo weighed heavily on your conscience, a constant reminder of the dangerous path you were treading, one that was bound to explode at some point, one that was certain to bring your entire world crashing down with it when it did.

Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to confide in Emily, to burden her with the knowledge of your own reckless choices. The fear of judgment and the complexities of your feelings kept you silent, trapped in a cycle of self-imposed secrecy.

"I appreciate your concern, Emily," you replied, forcing a weak smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "I honestly think I might just do that...I'm going to tell him now."

Emily's face fell, her eyes widening with a mix of worry and disbelief. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but the words died on her lips. Before she could voice her concerns or attempt to hold you back, you were already rising from your seat, your determination etched on your face like a battle flag. With every step toward the Slytherin table, your gaze bored into Mattheo's disheveled appearance like a laser, an unspoken challenge burning in your eyes.

Your feet carried you forward with purpose, each step echoing your heartbeat which relentlessly thundered in your ears, drowning out the ambient sounds of the bustling Great Hall. The world around you blurred, the faces of your fellow students becoming mere smudges of colour as you zeroed in on Mattheo. A surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins, urging you forward even as doubt gnawed at the edges of your mind.

As you drew closer, you realized the gravity of your decision, the precariousness of the situation you were about to confront, but in that moment, you knew you were already in too deep, you knew that there was no turning back.

"Riddle."

You uttered, your voice slicing through the air like a dagger. However, it was as if your words were swallowed by an invisible void; no one at the table even remotely acknowledging your presence.

"Riddle."

You repeated, your tone sharper this time. This caught Draco Malfoy's attention, his sharp, silver eyes locking onto yours with predatory amusement. His smirk, a cruel curve etched on his lips, seemed to mock your efforts. You shot him an eye roll, dismissing his silent taunts, but it only fueled his amusement, his head tilting slightly in enjoyment. Frustration simmered beneath your skin, a restless energy seeking an outlet. Exasperation surged through you, a tempest of emotions threatening to burst from within.

"Mattheo!"

You finally exclaimed, the name carrying the weight of your frustration and determination. The word hung in the air like a thunderclap, freezing everyone at the Slytherin table in their tracks. The effect was immediate and profound. It was as if you had tossed a live wire onto the table, sending shockwaves through the once-buzzing atmosphere.

A sudden, eerie silence descended upon the Slytherin table. The lively chatter ceased abruptly, and every single pair of eyes turned toward you with an intensity that bordered on disbelief. Berkshire, Zabini, Nott, Black, Malfoy, and Riddle, as well as a few unfamiliar faces, locked their gazes onto yours, each expression mirroring a different shade of astonishment--ranging in various raised eyebrows to widened, shocked eyes.

Before you had a chance to compose yourself, Berkshire, seated directly in front of you, sported a wide, contemptuous grin, his eyes gleaming with disdain.

"Well, well, look who's decided to grace us with her presence," Enzo sneered, his tone dripping with condescension. "Did you finally tire of your precious textbooks, sweetheart? Or are you just here to make a fool of yourself?"

Mattheo's eyes widened in mild astonishment, his usual mask of indifference momentarily slipping as he watched the scene unfold. His lips twitched, almost forming a smirk, but he remained silent, keenly observing the confrontation.

You straightened your back, your gaze unwavering as you met Enzo's sneer head-on. "I'm not here to entertain you, Enzo," you replied, your voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "But if you have nothing else to do besides insult people, maybe you should consider finding a hobby that doesn't involve being an insufferable prat."

The table fell into a stunned silence, the previous atmosphere of mockery dissipating like smoke in the wind. Enzo's sneer faltered, his expression contorting into a mixture of surprise and indignation.

Zabini raised an eyebrow in mild amusement. "Looks like this raven has some fuckin' claws...watch out boys..."

Nott stifled a laugh behind his hand, clearly entertained by the unexpected turn of events. Black shot you an approving nod, wordlessly acknowledging your verbal victory, and even Malfoy, though still aloof, seemed intrigued by your bold response.

Mattheo's eyes, however, bore into yours with an unreadable intensity, a hint of something flickering beneath the surface--mixture of surprise, pride, and a touch of something more complicated. Enzo's face flushed with anger, his eyes narrowing into slits as he prepared a retort. However, before he could unleash his reply, Mattheo's voice sliced through the tension like a dagger.

"What do you want, Raven?" His tone was calm, collected, almost entirely unfazed.

Inhaling deeply, you mustered your courage and looked directly into Mattheo's eyes. "I won't be able to make it for potions tonight," you stated firmly, your voice unwavering despite the charged atmosphere. "Feeling a bit under the weather."

Mattheo's lips curled into a subtle smirk, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Under the weather, huh?" he said, his tone laced with feigned concern. "Such a shame. I suppose I'll have to find another way to occupy my evening."

There was a playful challenge in his words, hinting at an unspoken understanding between the two of you. Around the table, the boys exchanged raised eyebrow glances, their expressions laced with sadistic curiosity. Their eyes flicked between you and Mattheo, absorbing the interaction with keen interest, as if trying to unravel the depth of the connection between the two of you. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension, each of them leaning in slightly, eager to catch any nuances in your conversation, their curiosity piqued by the intriguing dynamic at play.

"I suppose you will," you said, your voice laced with venom. "Enjoy your evening, Riddle."

Just as you attempted to leave, a cold, harsh grip closed around your wrist, making you gasp in surprise. Glancing down, you found Berkshire's twisted face leering up at you, a sadistic smirk playing on his lips.

"If you ever need help getting that stick out of your uptight ass, I'd consider lending a hand," his eyes glinted with malicious intent as he taunted, "of course, for the right price...I'm not as generous as Mattheo."

Your eyes narrowed, fury burning in your veins like wildfire. "Mattheo, generous?" you scoffed, disbelief lacing your words. "That's the last word I'd associate him with."

Berkshire's lips twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes glinting with sadistic satisfaction. "Oh, trust me, little bird," he sneered, leaning in closer, "generosity might not be his best feature--but sometimes, when you're dealing with snakes, it's better to know which one bites less."

His grip tightened briefly before he released you, leaving you seething with anger and frustration. Mattheo's jaw clenched visibly, his fingers curling into fists at Berkshire's audacious words. His eyes narrowed, a storm of anger brewing beneath the surface, but he maintained his composure.

"Watch your tongue, Berkshire." With a chilling calmness, he spoke, his voice laced with a warning tone. "And what did I tell you about fucking touching her?"

His words hung heavy in the air, a subtle threat underlying the calm facade. The atmosphere grew tenser, and even Berkshire seemed to falter slightly under the weight of Mattheo's gaze. The unspoken tension between the two boys crackled, leaving an electric charge in the room.

But then, Berkshire's lips curled into a sinister smile, as if he'd just come to some sudden realization, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement.

"My apologies, Riddle," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, glancing around at all of the other boys at the table. "I didn't realize she was off-limits...but, I have to say, it's quite intriguing, isn't it? The way you guard her so fiercely. Makes one wonder just how close you two really are."

Your irritation swelled, the annoyance becoming almost tangible. How had you thought Mattheo's snark was bad? This guy was in an entire fucking league of his own.

"What truly intrigues me is how someone as insufferable as you manages to function on a daily basis," you hissed, each word dripping with venom, spat out through gritted teeth. "I didn't think it was possible to be more arrogant than Mattheo, but I suppose congratulations are in order. At least you win at something, unlike Quiddit-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Berkshire erupted from his seat, his face contorted with rage, poised to confront you, stalling your lungs in your chest. The rest of the boys swiftly intervened, seizing him and forcefully yanking him back down into his seat, averting a potential escalation of yet another confrontation, each of them exchanging uneasy glances.

Mattheo's demeanor was a storm of barely restrained fury, his eyes dark and blazing with intensity. Despite his efforts to remain composed, the anger seeping from him was palpable, casting a shadow over the entire table.

You shot a scathing look at Berkshire, his gaze avoiding yours as he muttered bitter words under his breath, unwilling to engage in anymore direct confrontation.

Despite the tension, your voice dripped with disdain as you whispered, "bloody pathetic."

The words hung in the air, heavy with disgust, lingering like a ghostly mist--and before anyone had a chance to say anything else, you turned on your heel and left the hall. Each step echoed the frustration and anger that churned within you, the atmosphere thick with the lingering tension of the encounter. As you stormed down the corridor, your footsteps reverberating off the stone walls, you couldn't shake off the seething anger that clung to you like a second skin.

The distant echoes of the Great Hall's chaos faded into the background as you retreated into the quiet corridor, seeking solace from the storm you had unleashed. Just as you began to regain a semblance of composure, Mattheo's voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, his frustration palpable in the way he growled your name. You turned to face him, meeting his intense gaze, where anger and concern danced in his eyes like a tempest.

"The hell was that, Raven? What were you fucking thinking?" he demanded, his footsteps closing in with purposeful strides. His voice, though edged with annoyance, held an undercurrent of worry. "Starting a fight with Berkshire in the middle of the Great Hall? Are you trying to draw unnecessary attention to us?"

"You think I fucking started that?" Your eyes flashed with defiance, refusing to back down despite the intensity of Mattheo's gaze.

"I won't stand there and let him disrespect me, Mattheo," you retorted, your voice cutting through the silence with sharp precision. The weight of his annoyance only fueled your determination. "I'm already your doormat, I won't be his too."

There was a challenging edge to your words, a fire that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of Mattheo's frustration. It was a declaration of your unwillingness to be treated as less than you were worth, a resolve that echoed in the defiant set of your shoulders and the unwavering determination in your eyes. Mattheo's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing with a menacing intensity. He closed the distance between you in a few more swift strides, his presence overwhelming.

"You're not my doormat, Raven," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "But if you keep pushing...if you keep running your mouth like that, you might just find out what it feels like to be truly under someone's heel...I can't keep defending you without drawing suspicion."

"Oh, look at you...big tough guy, huh?" Your defiance blazed in your eyes, undeterred by Mattheo's threats. You stepped forward, kinking your neck back to catch his eyes. "What are you going to do about it, hm? Get out the belt again? We both know I can handle more than that, Riddle..."

"You're playing with fire, princess..." Mattheo warned, his tone dripping with dark amusement as it dropped to a low whisper. "And we both know how that usually ends, don't we?"

His smirk, etched with wicked allure, deepened into a predatory grin. His eyes, like shards of obsidian, glittered with a potent mixture of dominance and danger. Leaning in, he invaded your personal space, his head tilting slightly as his gaze flickered to your lips, an unspoken challenge lingering in the air. Your pulse quickened, each beat echoing the intensity of the moment. Despite the adrenaline surging through your veins, you met his eyes with unwavering courage, a silent declaration that you would not be easily swayed by his aura of power and intrigue.

"Seems like that's all I do these days," you whispered back, allowing your defiance to blow away with the wind as you remembered why you even ventured to his table in the first place. "I can't do this anymore, Mattheo...I can't keep doing this...whatever the fuck this even is in the first place..."

Mattheo's eyes softened, his usual facade cracking for a moment as he reached out, his thumb tracing a gentle line along your jaw.

"Raven," he murmured, his voice filled with a complexity of emotions, "we're in too deep now...you and I both know there's no turning back..."

The dim light of the corridor cast deep shadows across Mattheo's features, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. His eyes, normally ablaze with confidence, were now clouded with uncertainty, a storm of conflicting emotions. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounded him. As he leaned in, the scent of his cologne wrapped around you, intoxicating and alluring.

"No, Mattheo..." you breathed, turning your head to avoid his lips. "You said no strings but there seems to be a lot of fucking strings...it’s all too much…”

Your inner turmoil churned like a tempest within, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions tearing at the very core of your existence. There was an ache nestled deep in your chest, a painful acknowledgment that you were bound to Mattheo in ways that defied logic and reason. The desire for something genuine, something profound and real, clashed violently with the brutal truth that it could never be.

It was a cruel paradox: Mattheo's possessiveness, his insistence on claiming you, even in the shadowy realms of secrecy, left you feeling both wanted and yet painfully isolated. The longing for an authentic connection battled relentlessly with the reality that this clandestine affair could never transform into something meaningful. You found yourself ensnared in a complex web, a moth irresistibly drawn to a flame, unable to resist its allure despite the inevitable burn.

His games and possessive gestures were merely agonizing reminders of the insurmountable boundaries. Yet, the magnetic pull of his presence, the way he ignited a fire within you, kept you entangled in this perilous dance. Your feelings for him were perplexing, a tumultuous mix of intense desire and seething resentment. He made you experience emotions you had never felt before, confusing you with the sheer intensity of your reactions.

You hated him, despised the way he treated you, yet he had an inexplicable power over you, making you feel both alive and trapped simultaneously. The dichotomy between the pleasure he brought and the pain he inflicted left you utterly confounded, adrift in a sea of emotions, desperately searching for an anchor that seemed forever out of reach.

Mattheo's eyes softened even further as he blinked, catching the flicker of turmoil in your gaze. He stepped back, the intensity of the moment breaking as he ran a hand through his tousled hair, a gesture of frustration and resignation.

"You're just not feeling well..." he said, his voice void of emotion, as though your turmoil was inconsequential, as though your current health state somehow made any fucking difference. "Get some rest, Raven. See you Wednesday."

His words hung in the air like a bitter aftertaste, a reminder of the futility of your situation. With a final, detached glance, he turned away and spun down the dimly lit hall, his figure gradually fading into the shadows. The weight of his indifference settled on your shoulders, a heavy burden that mirrored the ache in your heart. As he disappeared from view, you stood there, alone in the corridor, feeling both abandoned and entangled, like a moth caught in a web of its own making.

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Chapter twelve->

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[dododan]

Thoughts about Alastor after the episode "Hello, Rosie"

Perhaps first such a small summary for those who haven't read my previous posts about Alastor.

Alastor's deal with someone has worked out. Officially we don't know with whom, but my theory is that it is Lilith.

Alastor is obliged by the contract probably to help/protect Charlie. His intentions are not clear, and he harbours many secrets.

He is not fond of Lucifer. Theories are that he either sees him as a threat to Charlie's hotel and dreams, or he is redirecting negative emotions about his own father and how Lucifer treated Charlie onto him.

Alastor enjoys being in the company of women and probably likes/appreciates Charlie. Perhaps he sees himself as her mentor.

His help, although chaotic and initially incomprehensible seems to be having an effect and actually helping the hotel and Charlie.

Alastor has a weakness for jazz and alcohol, but we don't see him ever drinking alcohol in the series.

His enemy is Vox, but he is more annoyed by Lucifer (probably because he is stronger than him).

Alastor doesn't like to lose or be wrong.

Here you have a link to previous thoughts if you are curious.

Alastor’s true motivations? - Why is he helping Charlie?

Dad beat Dad - Alastor, what the hell are you doing?

Traditionally, there are loads of spoilers here!

From the outset, Alastor seems interested/intrigued by Charlie sitting in the room and spinning another plan. Clearly he saw an opportunity in. Charlie was alone, so he could talk to her in peace. A plan was already forming in his head.

On Instagram, one girl made a fair analysis of Alastor's facial expressions. What expression on his face signifies what emotion. Which proved to be very helpful in understanding him! Here you have ig: @/sasha_draws.bg She did a really great job! But back to Alastor.

When Alastor feels some negative emotion, lines/wrinkles appear under his eyes. Which is true when you pay attention to the previous episodes, but in this 'Hello, Rosie' it is particularly noticeable.

For most of the time in this episode, Alastor seemed concerned to me.

When Alastor was talking to Charlie I had the impression that he was provoking her. He made Charlie painfully aware of how badly her plans had failed, which seems cruel. Initially this could be understood as simply an opportunity to take advantage of Charlie and make a deal, but I think this is just an added benefit. Alastor is bound by his contract to the hotel and Charlie, so he can't leave her. But Alastor has besides made Charlie realise that she can't idly brood on the bed because she doesn't have that luxury. Her friends were waiting for a plan, they were waiting for Charlie.

Charlie gave up at that point, and Alastor made her realise that there was still a chance to make things right somehow. He exasperated her, and showed her that she couldn't give up - in a rather cruel way but still, it's not always kind words or words of support that help you up.

Sometimes the painful realisation of the truth is the best motivator to undertake change.

For a moment, Alastor seemed annoyed that Charlie thought she had him figured out because she smiles all the time. He made her realise that the opposite is true.

A smile can be a weapon on many fronts. You could say that he gave Charlie some cue about his own behaviour. His lecture about smiling shows a lot about him.

Alastor hides a lot - his emotions, motivations or goals. He revealed to Charlie that he himself puts on a mask. The smile gives Alastor a sense of control.

The question is, isn't Alastor also lying to himself in this way?

He is creating himself as a cruel overlord, a person without a conscience who inflicts suffering on others for fun. It makes me wonder if he hasn't started to believe himself in the character he wants to pretend to be?

Nevertheless, no matter how good Alastor's goals may be attributed to him, or that his actions have a good effect on the hotel and Charlie, he still made a deal with her. He was aware that Charlie would not give up her soul to him and would not do anything against herself. Their deal is that Charlie is to help him like friend to friend when he needs it without hurting anyone, and he will give her information. Quite a specific arrangement and very narrow. To me their deal is a bit of a lifeline for Alastor when he finds himself trapped by his own contract.

[As an aside, I've noticed that a lot of people think that the stitches appearing on Alastor's lips are a sign that he can't talk about his deal. I doubt this because of the design of his character. Alastor was shown at many points to be dealing with voodoo or somehow connected to it. This is indicated by the green symbols that appear when he uses his powers, and the stitching that appears on his mouth probably refers to the very design of the voodoo dolls, which also had their mouths stitched in this way. Ironically in my opinion, voodoo is generally good magic, focusing on healing or helping, which doesn't really fit Alastor. Unless one considers the distinction between white and black magic as it is known in New Orleans. But I also point out that I'm not an expert, but I'm just partly familiar with the subject of voodoo and just wanted to show a reference to Alastor's appearance here].

I think Alastor's worry or uncertainty is most evident when he leads Charlie to Rossie. You can see the look on his face and those wrinkles under his eyes. This could be interpreted as:

he's upset that the angels are about to exterminate in the hotel and the only person who can oppose it is preoccupied with his love problems rather than more important matters.

He is upset/worried that he realises he won't be able to help Charlie this time, so he leads her to the only person who is more knowledgeable about love than him: Rossie.

He is nervous because he sees that he might fail if the hotel is destroyed, and that this might somehow breach his contract.

Alastor and Rossie seem to have a very intimate relationship, which was implied in the episode " Scrambled Eggs" when they were at the Overlords meeting. Now we have confirmation that they are very close friends. Rossie can afford a lot in Alastor's company and he allows her to do so. It also seemed to me that when he met Rossie he relaxed a bit, as the wrinkles under his eyes disappeared for a few scenes.

All in all, I'm not surprised that Alastor and Rossie are friends.

Rossie is the opposite of Alastor in a way. She seems transparent in her feelings and genuinely cares about her cannibals. But she also has the strength and power to allow herself to do so. Alastor, on the other hand, plays and hides emotions all the time, and gains power through fear. Despite this, he gets along very well with Rossie, which may mean he's not quite what he makes himself out to be.

I also think that Rossie's words about it being actions that show true nature and feelings may apply to Alastor and his role in season two in the future. But we can already see this now, for example, in the fact that his duet with Lucifer, where Alastor sang that he wanted to replace Charlie's father, ultimately led to a reconciliation between daughter and father which Alastor seemed to be happy with.

We also have it made clear that Alastor is asexual.

Rossie commented that Alastor could learn manners from Charlie. It is possible that what is meant is that when someone annoys Alastor, he does not mince his words. He makes his opinion clear - Susan is a perfect example of this.

Alastor and Rossie really seem close to each other, such as when they look at each other when Charlie panics, or how they dance with each other or their negativity towards Susan. Additionally, Alastor must have had a close business relationship with Rossie since she had an assignment for him and when she said that he never let her down. I got the impression that this gave him considerable satisfaction. Plus it helped the image he wanted to create for Charlie - that he was reliable.

Alastor also seems to put his faith in Charlie after all. Rather than believing in her plan of salvation for sinners, he believes more in the girl's ability to draw crowds and motivate people to action other than through fear or deals. It is hard to say whether he admires this trait of Charlie's, but he certainly appreciates her for it.

Alastor supported Charlie during her song when she had to convince the cannibals to fight - either by giving her the microphone or showing her a thumbs up. I further related that he was slightly worried/nervous, but also pleased after seeing his actions bear fruit.

Alastor also made it clear to Rossie that he valued Charlie and expected nothing less from her than to thrill the crowds. But the important thing is that he referred to her as the Princess of Hell, not Charlie. Alastor has made it clear for the first time that he wants to fulfil Charlie's potential, this shows that despite the faith he has in her, he still only sees her as the Princess of Hell and not Charlie as someone who is more than just a princess.

A break for now, as it's quite late at my place, so expect the rest of the analysis tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at the furthest.

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[cheecats]

To soothe you from your Riverstar's Home trauma, how about you ramble about oneripple?

YOU'RE SO KIND FOR LETTING ME GO OFF ABOUT THIS TY TY 💞💞💞 I'm terrible at structuring logical/coherent rambles, so I'll just dump some thoughts I have (obv these exclude Riverstar's Home and are roughly how I'd like to play with their dynamic [give them to me NOW erins!!])

LONG POST UNDER CUT!

Obviously this is way before the mountain cats arrive. BIG FAN of the idea that River Ripple and his small circle at the time were the ones to help One Eye and baby Star Flower get back on their feet after the two lost the rest of their family to the sickness we see again in TBS (I imagine One Eye had already treated them with the Blazing Star, but the two were still so terribly weak and unwell after that.) The group find the two living inside a rotting hollow and approach them. One Eye is, naturally, EXTREMELY aggressive and reclusive at first — distressed from sickness, grief, and fear of losing his tiny daughter, for he hasn't been strong enough to feed them much. The other cats are nervous around him, unwilling to approach the tom for his sheer size and ferocity, even if he is weakened. But not River Ripple. He understands why he is acting this way, that his aggression is a defense mechanism to mask his fear, and ultimately wishes to convey to One Eye that he is not going to do anything to them without his explicit permission first: and he sticks to that promise! Every day he sits outside the makeshift shelter with food, asking permission to come inside, leaving prey, water and herbs at the entrance if One Eye is asleep or simply says no. He never challenges it, and simply obliges and wishes him and Star Flower well. It is through this gradual process that One Eye begins to somewhat relax around River Ripple, allowing ONLY him to come inside, communicating his and Star Flower's needs and whatnot (Vulnerability moment!!)

Although she was too young to remember, once she began to recover, Star Flower was always excited when River Ripple visited, coming up to him, chasing his tail, and telling him all about her big adventures (all just made up ones, but River Ripple would always listen and ask her questions about them!) One Eye initially doesn't take well to Star Flower going up to the near-stranger, pulling her back or growling at River Ripple to back off. But over time, he sees that the risk is minimal, and the two never leave his sight while interacting. Besides, it stops Star Flower pestering him to entertain her for just a bit (also I just find this funny because adult Star Flower can barely recall this and River Ripple is just looking at her like omg you've gotten so tall now!!! I remember when you used to tell me how you beat up monsters and dogs 🤭💙!!)

SO LIKE skipping the recovery period, and now One Eye and Star Flower are more present outside … One Eye falls first. He initially is bothered by this, still grieving the loss of his mate and their other kits moons ago. But the feeling is nonetheless there. It's complicated, because at first he had every intention of claiming the area for himself and pushing River Ripple & his friends out… but as much as he tried to resent River Ripple's philosophy, there was just something so…. soothing yet powerful in the way he carried himself. He realises he actually enjoys his company, which is also weird for him! One Eye has lived among opportunistic cats his entire life, learning that being aggressive and domineering is the only way to make it, and that the passive and meek were destined to be crushed. But River Ripple is a curious example to him. He is gentle and patient, but completely capable of establishing boundaries and shutting down veins of discussion that belittle or threaten him. He would call out One Eye's bullshit every single time, but in a way that didn't escalate the situation. His heart was soft and his identity was strong in that. Kindness without weakness??? In MY Warrior Cats??? Impossible??? (Erins: yes it's impossible. 🗿)

Anyway, montage of One Eye giving terrible rizz and making a complete fool of himself 90% of the time — getting frustrated and defensive while everyone else is like🧍‍♂️. River Ripple is confused at first, but slowly begins to catch on. He finds it both amusing and sweet… and yeah! He realises he does feel the same way! He always found One Eyes protectiveness of Star Flower warming, found his intelligence to be engaging, and he genuinely believes there is good in the tom's heart (me shaking my head slowly.)

First date? Swimming lesson! One Eye is terrible! He's half drowned, scrabbling onto River Ripple every .2 seconds, and hates how pathetic it makes him look. But River Ripple is patient, assuring him that they can always try again some other time, and that it took him a while to get used to it too <:)

^ I feel like it's important to emphasize that One Eye genuinely feels like he can relax around River Ripple. That this cat doesn't have any ulterior motivation to trick him or take from him. Nor' does River Ripple ever belittle his failures or negative traits. They simply exist, are acknowledged, and pass like water.

But of course there is difficulty in how these two's ideologies clash. Everyone's beliefs are different, but theirs almost completely counter. River Ripple's philosophy is peaceful. To live and let live, and be custodians of the land. One Eye's on the other hand is to conquer. To take, to fight for what you need, and to claim the land. While there is room to accommodate each other, they are both two strong individuals with strong identities. Neither is going to abandon their philosophy, and when they clash so strongly, it can make it impossible for them to see eye to eye on issues. Long term, that would be hard. I believe that is why they'd go their separate ways. It doesn't work out. But that is okay. For that period of time, there was coexistence, there was connection, and there was love.

TL:DR. Very brief romance! A spark of passion that burns then fizzles out when One Eye leaves to be on his own (with Star Flower) once again. River Ripple, of course, says One Eye can return any time if he needs anything. Even for a short visit. He never does. For everywhere the tom goes, there is destruction and disruption, and River Ripple's home is like an oasis to be left untouched in One Eye's head.

Even as One Eye's reputation worsens, they still feel for each other. River Ripple especially. He knows what One Eye is capable of, what he has done, and how downright hideous he can be. But it's hard not to miss the memory of him. (Cue the mountain cats like PLEASE stop talking about this asshole in flowery prose he is trying to kill us!!)

BONUS: Not really relevant here, but their presence in the narratives respectively as the punisher/destroyer vs the voice of reason… ooogh, sun that burns, moon that soothes e.t.c but that deity kind of vibe would be more relevant once they're spirits in the Dark Forest & Starclan!

I could go on forever but that's the meat of it. Ty ty i hope everyone enjoyed and its not terribly incoherent ✌️

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[elcpsstuff]

The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 2)

Summary: the first bonfire of the summer doesn’t go as planned when Belly and Yn decide to crash it.

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Last Summer

“Why can’t we go to the bonfire?” Me and Belly were sandwiched between Susannah, Laurel, and my mother.

“You guys are only fourteen, maybe next year.” My mom ruffled my hair and I huffed.

Belly rolled her eyes, obviously sharing the same annoyance as me. “It’s not fair. Me and Yn sit around doing literally nothing all day.”

“That’s not true.” Laurel piped in, “You hang out with us, and we’re the best company.”

“And to be clear,” I looked at my mom pointedly, “I turn fifteen in like, two days.”

“And and I turned fifteen a couple of weeks ago!”

“who’s up for 10 things I hate about you?” My mother says, knowing how to sidetrack me, and that movie is my weakness.

I signed, leaning back and I could tell Belly had given up too. “I hate that you know me.” I murmured as my mom turned the movie on.

She kissed my forehead, “You secretly love it.”

—

Present Day:

“Are you seriously gonna let my mom rope you into the deb ball?” A voice says from behind me. I fell out of my trance and turned around to see Conrad sitting down next to me, dipping his ankles in the pool.

I shrug, “I don’t know.” But I did know, I didn’t wanna do it. It was my mom’s dream and I might have been motivated to do it if she was here, but she’s obviously not.

“You don’t have to do it, my mom will understand.” He pulls out a joint and I almost gag. He was so different, Belly was right about that.

“I can do what I want.” I say, the words going like knives to his chest.

“Yn, you forget that I know you. Don’t do this because you feel obliged to make my mom happy and yours. I know—”

“Fuck you, Conrad.” I almost spit on him while saying this. His face dropped a little and he reached out for my wrist before I could leave.

“I wasn’t trying to be mean.”

I scoff, “Well you are.”

“The deb ball is a fucking joke, Yn. Don’t do it. I’m just trying to save you the pain, okay?”

I couldn’t believe him. Acting like he knows me, he knows nothing about me. Not anymore.

“Stop acting like you know me, Conrad. You don’t fucking know me at all.” I say and yank my hand away from him. But he did know me, he knew my heart and soul inside and out.

—

Sometimes I felt like I was more Susannah’s daughter than Laurels. Like Laurel thought I was some sort of curse to her family. John didn’t think so though.

The light poured through my window, and I knew with that I needed to get up. I could hear noises from downstairs, and I checked my phone to see it was already nearing 11. What the fuck? I never slept that late.

I put my hair in a low ponytail, lose strands falling into the front. I put on a cousins shirt because walking down in a tank top wouldn’t end well, and it matched my plaid shorts anyways.

I made my way down the stairs to see Conrad on the couch and Belly sitting at the island beside Laurel.

Belly smirks, “You slept in, dreaming about someone?”

I laugh, “Yeah, yeah.” but I was distressed, I mean after the talk with Conrad last night which won’t leave my mind.

Ugh.

I sat next to Belly and my body felt like it was being lifted to heaven when I saw the box of muffins in front of me. I grabbed the blueberry one, securing it as mine.

“Jeremiah made sure to save that one for you.” I felt my heart swell. He does that for everyone. Stop it.

“I can’t believe it! My girl Is going to be a debutante!” Susannah says, running into the room and grabbing everyone’s attention. Conrad is now fully standing and i’m just as curious as he is.

“What? Belly your doing it?” I looked towards Belly who could only mouth me a “sorry” before going to hug Susannah.

I knew where this was going, and I attempted to get up but Susannah grabbed my arm.

“Y/N, please. It will be better this time.”

I could feel Conrad’s eyes on me. Almost begging me not to do it. Then, I looked at Belly. Her face was full of life, and how could I disappoint her? I wish I could look at the world like Belly does. To her, nothing is impossible. She was the sun that shined on this house, and I just felt like the rain that drowned everything out.

“I- I mean—” I stumbled on my words, before looking at Belly.

“Okay. I’ll do it.” I could see Conrad’s eyes widen at my answer.

“Yay!” Susannah squeals while writing my name down on the card. “Now we just have to find you two dates, but we have plenty of time!”

Maybe I shouldn’t have signed up for this.

—

I sat in my room, looking at my closet with no thoughts. The first bonfire of the season is always the best. I was hoping it was this year. Last year was the first year I went and opted out of me and Belly’s tradition with Susannah and Laurel. I remember the look on Belly’s face when I fled.

June, Last Summer.

Laurel was nervous because the boys always went to the Bonfire, but this was the first year I was going. She felt safe though because Conrad was going, always the protector.

“Are you excited?” Conrad said to me. I smiled at him as we walked ahead of Jeremiah and Steven to his car.

“I’m happy i’m not sitting at home and doing nothing.” Conrad smiles at me and shoves my shoulder a little.

“Yo! I’m driving!” Jeremiah says while rushing to the drivers seat. I couldn’t help but blush at his demand. I think it was obvious because Conrad was staring at me.

Jeremiah turned to me and smirked, “Shotgun?”

“Always.” I say before Conrad can object. He slowly gets in the back seat.

“Poor Belly.” I said, not realizing my thoughts were being spoken aloud.

“Don’t feel bad for her, she’s still a baby in my eyes.” Steven blurts out and a laugh comes from Jeremiah’s face.

“Seriously, Y/N, you’ll have the best time.” Jeremiah puts a hand around my shoulder and redness succumbed to my face.

“Just don’t fuck anyone.” Steven starts rambling on how i’m too young and Conrad was laughing in the back.

That night, I had never felt so young. I mean, I was almost 16 but still 15. That didn’t stop me from attempting to flirt. I thought about running back to the house and begging to be forgiven and watch movies with the girls.

I grabbed a shot and chugged it down. I had dranken before, but Steven said he wouldn’t cover for me until this fall, going into Junior year. I could never drink too much. Now, I could do whatever. I could get fucking drunk.

I saw Jeremiah getting cozy with a group of girls and I felt my heart jump. He was always so mixed. He would almost kiss me one day but then act like nothing happened. Even though I never told Conrad, because that’s awkward, he always knew what was on my mind.

He caught wind of me and walked over to me, making me feel kinda happy.

“Hey! How you doing?”

I looked around to realize he probably came over to make me look normal. Nobody was talking to me. I was a loner.

“Better now.”

He smiled and put an arm around me. “How many of those have you had?”

I smirked, “mmm, I can handle it Fisher.”

“I know you can.”

For a split second I swore he was about to kiss me, like the sun and the moon were finally merging to make an eclipse. Everything would be worth it.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He let’s go of me and then rushes back to the group of girls that had been calling him. What the fuck.

I grabbed the nearest drink and downed it. Suddenly I really missed Conrad.

Present Day:

“Y/N! Come on!” I heard Belly scream from downstairs. This was her first year at the bonfire, and i didn’t wanna ruin it for her. I wore a pretty blue tube top with white jean shorts.

Once I got downstairs, I was brought to se Steven and Belly yelling. Once she saw me, her eyes lit up, like I was her savior.

“Y/N! Tell Steven how I should go to the bonfire?”

“Steven, she’s 15. It’s not a big deal.” Why was Steven overreacting?

“You were more mature than Belly was. Besides, mom won’t even let you.” This wasn’t true, all belly had to do was ask.

Laurel and Susannah come running into the room, with a bunch of snacks. “Who’s ready for movie night?”

Belly sighs, knowing she’s lost this fight. I pat her on the back, “sorry bells, if you need anything text me.” She sticks her tongue out at me and smiles.

—

The bonfire was packed, way more than I remembered last year. Maybe it was just my bad memory. Jeremiah disbursed into the crowd of people who already knew him. Typical Jeremiah. I lost track of Conrad and Steven was talking to some chick.

I walked around, trying to gauge someone I knew. I felt so stupid, out of place. I was shy, but I knew these people. Why did I feel this way?

After tons of walking around, I decided I needed a drink, or two or three. However many my heart wanted.

I chugged the first two drinks down easily, already trying to feel the buzz.

“Don’t choke.” I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around to see a guy. He was hot. Brown, fluffy, blue eyes from what I could see.

“I know what I’m doing.” I say, with a playful tone.

“I just would hate to see a girl like you choke.”

“What’s your name?”

“Josh. You?”

“Y/N.”

He smirks which made me blush a little bit. He was no Jeremiah, or Conrad for that fact but he was something.

“Well, Y/N. Would you like another drink?” I giggled a little and took the cup from his hands, drinking whatever was in his cup. It was strong, stronger.

We talked about a lot of things. He played football, I played volleyball. It kinda just went on from there. I couldn’t help but hear voices that were too familiar to me not to turn around. It was Belly.

“I’ll be right back.” I say, before giving him one last smile and making my way over to Belly.

“Bellsssssss!” I say, slurring my words. I hadn’t moved much, and the drinks were finally starting to get to me.

“Hey, are you.. drunk?” She says.

“No! What are you doing here?” She smiles shyly. I didn’t even have to hear her answer to know she snuck out. Something else had caught my attention.

Conrad. Making out with a girl. I knew her. I knew her all too well. I felt his eyes linger to mine, as well as the girls.

“Y/N? Is that you?” She says and I’m forced to show her a smile. She gets up from Conrad and hugs me. I could feel his eyes, burning into mine as if the sun was right next to me.

“Hey, Nicole.”

“I saw Susannah pick up two sheets for the ball, are you gonna debb this year?”

I felt my body heat up and I knew Conrad noticed it too.

“Susannah wants me to try again, but—”

“You totally should! Paige is still kinda mad about last year, you can make it up to her.” I cringed at her words.

“Yeah i’ll think about it, I— i didn’t know you and Conrad?” I make a gesture between her and Conrad.

“It’s none of your business.” Conrad says, only making my anger burn so much more. Nicole rolls her eyes and sits back down next to Conrad, “Don’t be mean.”

I walked away before any of them could say something else. This night was a shit show. I looked around for the guy Josh but everything was just blurry. I grabbed the nearest drink and downed that as well. I didn’t want to feel. Not anymore.

“COPS!”

Shit. I couldn’t really see much but I heard people screaming and saw blue and red lights. I felt a hand tug on mine and looked at them, seeing their beautiful blue eyes. It was Jeremiah.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

I followed his lead, not letting go of his hand. If only he had grabbed it just because, not because the stupid cops came. Then my night would be fine.

—

I was stuck in a car with Conrad. Belly and Steven were no where to be found and Jeremiah left to go find them. The air was thick. I felt like I was climbing Mount Everest.

“How much did you drink tonight?” I hear him say. His words shoot like lasers through my ears for reasons I’ll never know.

“It’s none of your business.” I mock him.

“You shouldn’t drink that much.” I hated him. How could he say that when he’s drunk?

“Your drunk, Conrad. Don’t tell me what to do.”

He didn’t say anything else.

There was a knock on the door and we both turned to see a police officer, and I knew we were fucked.

“You kids been drinking?”

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wooohooo!! end of chapter 2!! These Chapters might be a little slow because in order to get to the main plot I gotta give some background lol. Enjoy!!

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[etaindelaserna]

Hello, hello...What do you think are KakaSaku and DraMione’s each greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic each?

(Hope you don't mind, that I copy the same questions from that same ask of that anon about SukuIta).

P.s Also can I ask your top 5 fav fics of those 2 ships? Please and thank you.....

Greetings!✨ Minding? Are you kidding me? I get to talk about my favourite characters and ships soooo let’s get down to it, shall we?

Kakashi is a genius in all ways that matter to become the perfect shinobi: he’s intelligent, capable of cold logic, perceptive, talented and has the will to perfect his skills. To me his greatest quality is to think fast and outside of the box. Not only does he analyse situations quickly but he also knows how to adapt his plans according to the changing variables.

Greatest weakness? Hmm…younger Kakashi certainly had more than one but older Kakashi? I think, since Naruto and Sasuke were the troublemakers with the greatest potential he focused — naturally — too much on them and forgot all about Sakura’s training. He knew she had the best chakra control among them and still abandoned her. Maybe he thought she would be fine without too much guidance but I think he underestimated her potential because she acted a typical teenaged girl.

Sakura is intelligent. She might not be a tactical genius like Kakashi but she definitely matches his analytical talent. It takes her till Shippuden to not only be good at analysing situations but to also come up with good plans. That and her chakra control make her formidable.

Her greatest weakness? I have to go with simping for Sasuke. On the one hand focusing on getting Sasuke back and not wanting to stand in his or Naruto’s shadow helped with her training, on the other hand it limited her options of what she wanted to do/achieve in life. We never find out. She had the obligation to do something with her talent apart from “stopping” and “loving” Sasuke and it was waaaaaasted.

KakaSaku

To me it made sense that in another universe or time or under different circumstances those two characters could have been close friends or more. They are both intelligent and nerds in their respective fields, which are traits Sakura — even when she was a Sasuke fangirl — appreciated. They are both kind and empathic characters with similiar values. I always had the impression that Sakura definitely would go for a partner, who matches her intellect and competence. Canon-wise Kakashi never invalidated Sakura’s feelings or made her feel bad about herself for not being or acting like the perfect shinobi. Instead he looked out for her, saved her or comforted her. I think the moment Shippuden rolled around he also respected her as a fully fledged shinobi. He acknowledged her skills but never stopped looking out for her in dangerous situations. Kakashi showed her the level of care and kindness her love interest should have given her. But since Sasuke couldn’t allow himself to have such bonds, the contrast between his behaviour towards Sakura and Kakashi’s was even more apparent. Not even Naruto was so soft with her:

The softness of that gesture... During the Kaguya fight we get more than one scene where they are both so soft with each other. Not to mention every time Sasuke acts like a dickhead we get a reaction shot like this from Kakashi:

Kakashi was always good a reading her. It looked like as if they had some sort of understanding of one another that didn't require a lot of words, probably because they are both very perceptive. Apart from that I think the difference in their temperament is the best combination for a power couple. They remind me of Minato and Kushina in that regard. He, the quiet, logical and kind one. She, the explosive emotional and intelligent one with too much doofus energy. Take that and their shared history and you have so many interessting arcs and story building elements you can explore.

Favourite Fanfictions:

I Found You Missing by Wolfy Tales

Unbroken by princezsupastar

Duty Before Honor by SilverShine

Will of Fire by Cynchick

Christmas Confessions by Cynchick

Draco always had a lot of potential. His intelligence and creativity as well as his love and commitment to his family are his greatest strength. I think during his attempt to kill Dumbledore all of these attributes are combined and show what Draco is able to accomplish if he sets his mind to it. He is a problem solver and is able to make connections that aren't obvious to other people.

His insecurity and need for recognition is what is holding him back. It's also what fosters his cowardness. For some reason he is the Malfoy heir and still feels the need to compensate for not living up to his father’s (?) expectations. He is also more tilted towards the easy way instead of working hard or taking responsibility.

Hermione is brilliant and very persistent. A deadly combination. When she has a clear goal in mind she is working rentlessly towards it. Sometimes even with no regard towards others. Her ambition, studies and her talent to think logical saved Harry and Ron more than once.

Greatest weakness has to be her disregard of other opinions. She can be close-minded and has a hard time accepting other views about the world, especially about topics she has already thought through. Everything she doesn't understand or isn't able to dissect with logic, is dismissed or questioned by her.

Dramione is an intriguing idea because on the one hand they are opposites of each other: the Malfoy heir and the girl next door, the pureblood and the muggle born, Slytherin and Gryffindor, Death Eater and Golden Girl. And yet they also mirror each other in various aspects: Draco makes fun of her blood status showing he his set in his view of the world but so is Hermione. Accepting other views is hard for her. Draco can be analytical and hellbent on achieving his goal. Similar to Hermione. He can be cruel but so is she. He knows exactly what to say to trigger people but so does she. They are both impulsive. He is insecure ablout himself as is she. He wants to be recognized as does she. You can ask so many story building questions with these setups alone — even when you don't count in both the canon and headcanon moments and the shared history of those two. The clashes of their personalities and ideals makes for pure entertainment and drama, but their similiarities and the conflict of them being on different sides of the war is what great love stories are made of. They play well off each other in every situation you throw them in. I always thought that Hermione needed someone who is as smart and ambitious as her, but who is also able to question her world views and who isn't afraid to push her limits. Also he would charm her with his ingenuity. As for Draco (and that's purly speculation on my part), I think he would've reacted well towards somebody, who values something other than the Malfoy name in him.

Favourite Fanfictions:

Inverse by Elesrea

Osculum Annuum by MyDelphi

The Green Girl by Colubrina

The Right Thing To Do by LovesBitca8

Dragon’s Heartstrings by pinkinku

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[soupthatistohot]

BSD: An Absurdist Analysis - Chapter 111.5

"In the budding darkness, a blossom of hope"

[BSD Absurdism Masterpost]

This is the chapter where the tides start to change for our protagonists, which is exemplified by this lovely chapter art of Dazai along with the quote: "In the budding darkness, a blossom of hope."

And really, having hope is what absurdism is often about. In order to not give up/give in to an absurd reality, one must have some sort of motivation to keep going, that motivation often being hope.

We open the chapter with finding out Aya did not, in fact, die! She had previously jumped off the building in a last-ditch attempt to remove the sword from Bram's body, and her final act of rebellion against a seemingly hopeless situation paid off.

Meanwhile, the missiles have been stopped and Ranpo and Atsushi are seemingly safe!

And then there's Dazai and Fyodor.

The fundamental difference between the two is that while they're both excellent strategists that treat life like a game of chess, Fyodor needs to have ultimate control over every situation, whereas Dazai is able to maintain his control through the power of his relationships with others. Dazai took advantage of Fyodor's weakness of needing control by allowing him to think that he had control over Chuuya as a vampire, when in reality his trust of Chuuya and their partnership succeeded.

Fyodor's need for control in an absurd reality is paradoxical, because if a reality is inherently meaningless and absurd, then one attempting to control that is a fruitless effort. Dazai's relinquishment of control and relying on basically "the power of friendship" seems like a ridiculous tactic, but... it worked because he put his faith in the people around him and left it up to chance.

(You can read more of my thoughts on Fyodor and Dazai in my initial 111.5 post from back when the chapter first got released)

As for Fukuzawa and Fukuchi, I don't have an absurdist analysis on their situation in this chapter, at least. Fukuzawa strikes Fukuchi with the sword, and realizing too late that this is exactly what he wanted him to do and sending them into Poe's novel. The conversation they'll have after this probably leans a bit more into the absurdist storytelling, but if I'm being honest, this part of the current plot is what I understand least and I'll need to actually read their conversation to make sense of it.

Please ignore that this analysis is literal months late, I'm a student with many obligations and this unfortunately fell onto the back-burner <3

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[class1akids]

You need to stop pretending that you like Endeavor! You don't. And it's fine. You are not obligated to like the character you don't like. But that doesn't give you the right to dismiss what Hori wrote because you have some biase opinion forward the character. Endeavor did step up as a father, and it started from the license exam, when he started thinking what powers mean, then after the high end fight, he tried to talk to Natsu he, funny enough, didn't want to talk, but Endeavor still followed him and talked to him, then we got the Agency arc, Endeavor still keep contact with Fuyumi and talks to her, thanks her for everything, and ended that arc by assuring Natsu, he is not seeking forgiveness, it's ok to hate him, and the reason why he froze was he thought if he saved Natsu he would have never talked to him ever again, and finally the aftermath of PLW, the heroes were searching for Shigaraki and co, Endeavor was desperately trying to find Dabi, he couldn't talk to him because Dabi was hiding with AFO. the final arc started with Shoto’s way of punishing Endeavor, by not letting him fight Dabi and forcing him to fight AFO, Shoto wanted to handle Dabi, but couldn't stop him, Dabi teleported to Endeavor’s location and started burning the area around them, the same place kids who Dabi burned in the last war, Tokoyami who is too weak to fire, and Jiro who got her ear bitten off by AFO, Hawks asked Endeavor to lead Dabi away so they can deal with AFO, Twice’s a clone and angry sad Toga, he wasn't running away, he was trying to save the kids from the flame he created, he tried to reason with Dabo, telling him to turn off his fire, but Dabi’s fire burned his brain, he couldn't think, Endeavor realized he must save his family from the explosion, to sit on the table and be happy, even if he couldn't be there, he was thinking about his family when he was hugging Dabi, when Rei and the kids came, Endeavor begged Dabi to kill him alone, to not hurt them, he didn't know what to do because Dabi didn't want to talk or listen, but thanks tonShoto stopping Dabi, Endeavor was able to talk to him. Your whole “Endeavor chose to be a hero over his family” which is wrong, Endeavor chose action and words to atone. But he couldn't talk to 1) Rei: because she was still afraid, 2) Dabi because he disappeared after the war 3) Natsu: because he didn't want to talk to Endeavor. Your philosophical rant about Endeavor running away metaphorically doesn't work. And yes, I read your blog, you are willing to write OOC headcanons about Dabi teaming up with Shoto to save the evacuees rather than understanding some canon fact as Endeavor was drawing Dabi away to deal with him.

I don't pretend to like Endeavor, because I never did. I said I like the themes he represent in the manga. There is a difference.

However, I do not accept rants from people who cannot tell the difference between the manga and anime-only distortions.

Endeavor did not go after Natsuo. Go back, read Ch 192. That's anime-fabrication

"Endeavor still keep contact with Fuyumi and talks to her," - how is this something note-worthy? This is like bare human minimum. Fuyumi makes all the openings to Endeavor. Thanking her for all the tremendous work she does is not some big father-like gesture. It should be the bare minimum. Yet, it only occurs to Endeavor to say it after Izuku profoundly thanks her and even Bakugou does in his own backwards way.

3. Yes, we all know the reasons - does it ever occur to you that Endeavor's thoughts are not the OBJECTIVE TRUTH? Like the dude also justified it to himself that he's pushing for extra kids to help Touya, but we all know that wasn't the reason, but because he wanted his perfect heir.

4. Let's just forget then how Endeavor:

Did not speak to Touya during the reveal other than to tell him it's a lie.

Did not try to go after Touya who was burning down publicly a house because he realized his father won't look for him, despite his promise to Shouto. And no Endeavor did not do jack shit during the Dark Deku arc that some other hero couldn't have done. He chose to play hero instead of keeping his promise to his family.

When he saw his son in funeral outfit in the parking lot, he didn't try to talk to him, didn't say his name. He left Shouto deal with his suicidal brother.

When Touya gets to Gunga, he still doesn't talk to him.

In fact he does not call Touya his name or try or reason with him until he hears about the explosion.

His murder -suicide plan is not about his family, but about trying to save the bystanders, which is what a hero would do.

Rei and the others don’t want Touya to die, but Endeavor doesn’t for a moment try to save him, and doesn’t think he can.

It always astonishes me what low standards there are when it comes to Endeavor. But none of this behaviour says “stepping up as dad”. It takes Touya burning himself to death, the entire family intervening, Shouto fighting on two different battlefield to get Endeavor say something as simple that he could have done at Jakku - to say sorry for not going to Sekoto peak.

#c1a asks #ok #so op just made an account to harass me

[darklinaforever]

Nah i have so many arguments on why Alicent is 1000 times better than Rhaenyra, but are you mad cause im stating straight up facts? Emma is ugly. They look like a man lmao it's just awkward 😭 the photoshoot with Olivia was like beauty and beasts, two men and a gorgeous redhead woman.

Rhaenyra is hypocrite weak ass and useless just like her father. Only good to cry, spread legs and giving birth. That's what your so called “rightful heir” did the whole season. I hate Daemon too, but i enjoyed when he choked her out, it was actually good scene. I would have done much worse to her. I hope he will in the next seasons, and the leaks is saying he's treating her like shit. Sounds good to me, are you ready to cry Daemyras? 🤪 Ryan is coming to destroy you all 😂

It's funny, because Alicent only expression throughout the series is watery-eyed... (We can literally make compilations about this ! ) But Rhaenyra is the one who's only good for crying ? Good joke.

Rhaenyra is a hypocrite ? It's funny, it seemed to me that it was Alicent who was hypocritical throughout the show ! Are you sure you didn't swap roles ? (Or simply being a hypocrite yourself, in addition to being stupid perhaps...)

I don't know which is more disgusting. Your comments on the physique of Emma D'arcy who is non-binary.

(Also, no what you're saying is not a fact, beauty is something purely subjective, and many find Emma D'arcy magnificent whether you like it or not. In fact I totally imagine that this reality makes you enrage. Oh. And I'm not sure Olivia Cooke, the Alicent actress herself, would appreciate this kind of gratuitous nastiness towards one of his friends... In any case, from the moment you decide to attack the actor because you don't like the character that this actor plays, you have a real problem in your head)

Or the fact that you enjoyed a scene of abuse against a female character, while hoping that she would suffer even more. (My god, what is wrong with you ?!)

Also... the deep misogyny you must be feeling !

Because I guess when you talk about spreading your legs, you're talking about Rhaenyra having to deal with her own sexuality, like it's some kind of shame ? Once again pathetic.

How long will Rhaenyra be blamed for having a sex life as if it were some kind of crime exactly ? (Again, hello misogyny)

I also want to say that Alicent also had children during the series. So she must have given birth at some point on her own, even if we didn't see her. The fact is that she also had children throughout season 1. So I don't really understand this criticism about giving birth / having children to Rhaenyra specifically... (While Rhaenyra must literally producing heirs, it's one of her obligations. Plus it's logical that we see her give birth since obviously having children is something that scared her at the start of the season ! Especially since we sees her having only 2 births out of 6, what's going on...) another proof of misogyny I guess ? Even Laena and Aemma have been pregnant and had childbirth. So frankly, apart from a gratuitous misogynistic remark, I don't see what you mean. Even in Fire and Blood the births of children are listed for several female characters ! So...why specifically blame Rhaenyra for having children/giving birth ? My god, this is so ridiculous...

You are truly a disgusting person.

Also, who really has nothing to do but come and annoy people. Once again, you're pathetic, except this is on an even more critical level than I thought.

And we call Rhaenyra the rightful heir because... well that's what she is ? She was designated by her father the king as heir to the throne, so that is what she is. Quite simply. A reality that you apparently have difficulty integrating. (Also, in Fire and Blood, Rhaenyra actively learned to be a future queen... And from what we saw in episode 6, she seems to have politically logical thoughts at the council table facing a Alicent poor in arguments)

I also would like to know what Aegon II, the son of Alicent whom she absolutely wants to place on the throne, did apart from harassing his own brother, twiddling his thumbs, drinking, raping women and forcing his illegitimate children to fight in an arena ? Does Alicent's son seem more worthy than Rhaenyra ? I do not think so. At least Rhaenyra learned her duties as heir. (As she says in episode 10 to Lucerys)

And I don't care what the show does. It has its own canon and is essentially fanfiction. The series is not the book. And as long as the book exists, I don't care what happens to this show. They are not the characters in Fire and Blood and never will be.

Your precious little Alicent from HOTD is just the massacre of the real Alicent Hightower who would be ashamed of this ridiculous counterpart that you all defend like crazy.

Alicent and Greens stans leave this in my inbox.

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[anatee]

Bloody Skywalker | Pt. 2 | Anakin x Reader

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Obi-Wan knew that putting two young people together would result in too many emotions to handle, yet he just stood there and watched it all unfold for years. The most interesting things, however, are happening right where he can’t see the bloody Skywalker.

Content: Anakin x Female!Padawan!reader, bits of angst, fluff, no mature content (yet 😏), Revenge of the Sith references

Word count: 3.2K

There’ll be a part 3! Tagging as requested @50svibes​  @ssophiebirkas​

Time was flowing agonisingly slowly while she was anticipating that meeting. She had her own obligations to focus on, yet found herself constantly thinking about the upcoming event. Every time she and Anakin met on the roof, they could talk heart-to-heart, and these were the conversations that partly made her fall for him. They stopped them when he got together with Padme, even before Y/N knew about it, which only confirmed it was something really intimate.

When the time came, she felt extremely nervous yet excited at the same time. She thought she was early, but Anakin was already there - standing by the barrier and enjoying the view. She had to take a deep breath before getting his attention, but he had already sensed her - and turned to face her first.

"Hi." He beamed, standing there without the robe, but just in the outfit he always wore underneath it. With his hair a bit ruffled by the wind, and his toned body leaning against the railing, he was as dreamy as he could, making her weak in her knees.

"Hi," she replied, taking another deep breath. "I suppose neither of us wanted to be late, huh?" she added, hoping to release the tension.

"We're both in time for the night views. Come, take a look."

She approached him and leaned against the barrier, too, making sure she didn't touch him in the process. He seemed to notice it, but didn't comment, keeping that few inches long distance between them.

For a moment, they stood there in silence, enjoying the views, but the atmosphere was definitely tense, and they could both feel it. When it became too much to handle, Y/N spoke:

"You know, I miss Naboo at times. The landscapes, I mean. But... Coruscant at night is breathtaking, too. Certainly has some..." She turned to glance at him. "Views to enjoy," she added, then quickly looked away, realising what she'd said.

"We can agree on this," he replied, also looking at her. A shiver went down her spine, and she wasn't sure if he noticed.

"You're so cheesy I can't stand you." She rolled her eyes, smacking him on the arm.

"You started!" he argued, and they both started laughing as they smacked and poked each other teasingly, as if they were just kids again. As the laughter started dying down, Anakin suddenly grabbed her wrists gently to stand opposite her and look into her eyes, causing her to stiffen.

"Y/N, there are no words to express how much I've missed you," he admitted, still breathing heavily. "And all of this."

"Me too," she replied before she could think about it, but it was the truth. "But you know... I didn't want to... Make things awkward. I mean, if I had a boyfriend like you..."

"What do you mean like me?"

At this point Y/N thought that it would be best if someone just severed her tongue before she talked to Anakin at all.

"I'm not going to compliment you because I won't hear the end of it," she said, freeing her wrists from his hands. "The point is, I wouldn't want some random girl hanging out with my boyfriend so much."

"You're not a random girl. You've never been," he replied, making her heart skip a beat yet again. "But I understand what you're saying."

Y/N turned away from him once again to be able to calm down.

"While we're at it... Has anything changed? How are you feeling?" she asked, not looking at him.

"I haven't been better in a long time. And you? Tell me you don't want to leave the Order anymore."

She took another deep breath. "No, I don't."

"I'm so glad," he admitted, still looking at her while she was trying to avoid his gaze. "I was so scared. This place wouldn't be the same without you."

She didn't comment, afraid she might embarrass herself even further. Instead, she really focused on the view, the sparkling lights of the night reflecting in Anakin's eyes she tried not to look at.

"You know, I almost forgot how beautiful it can be around here."

"That's why I hope we can come back to meeting here."

"Because of the view?" she asked just to say something, not expecting his answer at all.

"Because of you."

Y/N turned her head to look at him, more confused than ever. These weren't even jokes anymore and she didn't know how to react. What was he saying?

They were standing opposite each other again, closer than before. A small, almost shy smile didn't disappear from Anakin's face as he carefully put his hands on her shoulders, sending shivers through her body.

"You look beautiful," he admitted, and she closed her eyes as if in pain.

"Oh, why did you have to say that..."

"I'm sorry. That's just what I see," he replied, unaware of what exactly he was apologising for. "I know I've never told you this before, but I have always thought that."

At that moment, Y/N didn't even know what to think anymore. Her heart was racing, but she tried to stay conscious and not miss anything he was saying. The Force was tingling inside her as if hinting that something was about to happen.

"Oh, I just remembered... That guy... The one you fell in love with..." Anakin began suddenly, lowering his head.

"Anakin, he doesn't exist," she cut him off, panicking. "No, I mean, he does, but... Oh, can we just pretend like I've never said that?"

Anakin could sense even through the Force how nervous and clearly embarrassed she was. He wasn't sure whether to drop the subject or try to help her...

"Y/N, if something's wrong, you can always talk to me..."

"Nothing's wrong," she whispered, but it was a lie, and she couldn't even look into his eyes as she said that.

"But you know I can sense it, right?" he said with sincere concern. "Oh, Y/N, just come here," he added as he opened his arms to envelope her with them, causing her to hold her breath.

They've never hugged. Not like this.

It was so warm and comforting, and of course she didn't want it to end, but at the same time she was panicking. This embrace wasn't helping her case, if anything, it was worsening it, making her wish he would hug her like this more often.

"Better?" he asked quietly as he pulled her even closer, so close she could hear his heartbeat, and if that wasn't only making her fall harder...

"Better. Thank you," she replied, sighing. "But we should stop, someone might see us," she added quickly, taking a step back that clearly took him by surprise.

"We're not doing anything wrong," he said, and she could swear she saw something gleam in his eyes when he did, sounding a bit darker than usual.

Well, if I weren't falling in love with you as we went, then yes, we wouldn't be.

"You're not exactly the one to trust when it comes to rules," she said with a chuckle, once again trying to relieve the tension.

"Oi, don't act like you've never broken them," he retorted and she sighed again.

I'm breaking them every time I see you.

"Obi-Wan says it's you who demoralised me," she said truthfully, leaning herself against the barrier again.

"He didn't stop me, though," Anakin said proudly, and they both laughed again.

"And you don't seem ashamed at all!"

"Hey, but what did I do? Only made you race with me once or twice..."

"Or twenty times." She nudged him with her elbow.

"It's not like I put a lightsaber to your throat, you agreed to it."

"But if you weren't there, I would have never even thought of such races."

"But you enjoyed them!" he argued teasingly, and both of them were unbelievably happy that the atmosphere changed to such a relaxed one. "And now we don't race because you know you can't defeat me."

Y/N smacked him in the head with no hesitation.

"Hey!" he yelled in surprise.

"Not everyone was piloting aircrafts from the moment they were born!" She smacked him again, leaving him flabbergasted. "I only wanted to grow plants and stuff!"

A cocky smile quickly appeared on his face.

"But if you stayed on Naboo growing plants, you wouldn't be here with me now.... And isn't now a better option?"

Her first instinct was to say yes immediately, but then she realised...

If she had stayed on Naboo, at least she would have never fallen in love with him. But then, when they were there together, laughing, teasing each other, relaxed...

"Maybe it is," she admitted. "And maybe I just like you too much, bloody Skywalker," she added quietly, avoiding his gaze again. It was somehow therapeutic to tell him this without him knowing what she actually meant.

The cockiness on Anakin's face turned into sincere happiness as he grabbed her hand again, making sure to use his real hand instead of the metal one.

"Me too," he replied, and before she could melt into a puddle right then and there, she cackled, crossing her arms.

"Oh, yes, you definitely like yourself too much."

"Hey, you know that's not what I meant!" 

They began laughing again, hysterically at that, not having felt this relaxed for ages - and they would be doing this for much longer if it weren't for a familiar voice that interrupted.

"There you are."

They immediately composed themselves and looked to their side - Obi-Wan was approaching them with a small smile on his face.

"Oh," Y/N cackled one last time, then took a deep breath to calm down. "Hello, Master."

"It's nice to see you two in high spirits," he said, then looked pointedly at Y/N, as if asking how things were. She replied with a face that clearly said everything was alright, even if it wasn't.

"Nice to see you too, Master," Anakin replied with exaggerated happiness.

"I have news. Anakin, it was decided that we'll be trying to rescue the Chancellor in a few days."

"Finally," he said eagerly.

"And am I going?" Y/N asked, and Obi-Wan frowned.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. We're taking the best at piloting."

"Oh, of course." She laughed, then patted Anakin on his shoulder. "And here we have the best pilot of the Galaxy."

"At least you're admitting that now," he said proudly and she shook her head.

"Shut up or I'll use the Force to do it."

"You two are still kids, aren't you?" Obi-Wan shook his head, too. "I want to leave you to yourselves, but who knows? Maybe you'll blow up the temple if I leave?"

"Oh, Master Kenobi. You know I am responsible," Y/N claimed, giggling.

"But are you responsible enough to handle him?"

"Are you both against me?" Anakin asked, pretending to be outraged. This was when Y/N seized the opportunity and walked a little to stand next to Obi-Wan.

"What do you say, Master Kenobi?"

"I can't believe this." Anakin stared at both of them, then sent Y/N a look that made her want to shout at him for doing it next to Kenobi. No matter what his intentions were, his gaze was so suggestive it made her feel hotter. Obi-Wan, however, seemed to have missed it.

Soon they returned to the temple and all in all, that evening turned out to be much nicer than Y/N anticipated. Her nerves were gone and she was eager to meet with Anakin yet again, this time ready to talk to him, even if her feelings were still devouring her from the inside.

However, on the night before Anakin's departure, things went downhill. Fear filled up her heart and the scariest visions - mostly those of Anakin dying - began to haunt her. This was when she began wondering... If she were to never see him again, maybe she should confess to him?

Would it haunt her forever if she didn't?

Unexplainable were the feelings that led her to his bedroom that night. The moment she saw his door, however, reality washed over her. It was ridiculous.

Little did she know Anakin wasn't asleep, either. He was staring into the ceiling above his bed, thinking about the upcoming mission, when suddenly something disturb his thoughts.

A familiar voice, echoing in his head... It didn't take him much to realise it was Y/N's voice.

Her thoughts were so full of fear and so loud he could hear them through the Force even without intending it. She was close, and he really wanted to know why.

"No, I can't go to him, this is so stupid... Why did I even come here? Why would I even tell him? I can't tell him the truth..."

These words ignited his curiosity even more. He left his bed quickly, then walked to the door even faster as he could feel she began walking away.

"Y/N," he said, causing her to stop dead in her tracks.

"Anakin?" She gulped, turning to see him, and then she immediately gulped again when she realised he was shirtless. "Oh, what are you doing here?" she asked as if she didn't expect him to be there at all.

"I sensed you. And I know you came to see me."

Her heart dropped. He couldn't have heard, could he?

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you. You have the mission tomorrow, so I'll just go back to bed now, good night."

Anakin wasn't going to let it go and he used the Force to pull her back towards himself, causing her to gasp.

"Y/N, tell me why you came." He put his hands on her shoulders as she tried not to stare at his bare chest. "You know I would never... I don't know, do anything to harm you in any way. Why are you scared?"

She didn't have any response to this. Looking down, she just hoped it could just pass...

"Come inside, let's talk." He gestured towards his room, then let her in before closing the door.

Another silence enveloped them, one that Anakin wasn't going to endure.

"After our meeting on the roof, I thought we were okay again?" he asked and she just gave up.

"Kriff, I'm just scared for you, okay?" she said eventually, dropping her hands. "I'm devastated by the thought that you might die during this mission. And now more than ever I regret all these moments when I was avoiding you. That's it."

That was not it, of course, it was just part of the truth, but already more than she had intended to tell him.

Anakin's expression softened immediately. His heart fluttered at these words, and he thought it was high time he stopped lying to himself, too.

He moved closer to her. "Oh, Y/N..."

"I know I should be used to this as a Jedi, but..."

"Shhh," he whispered, then suddenly cupped her face to make her look at him. Warmth filled her up immediately; she didn't expect that of him, but at this point it was only between them and the darkness around... 

"I understand. I will be scared for you, too," he admitted. "But I will come back safe. And with the Chancellor. I assure you."

"Promise me?" she asked before she could stop herself and he nodded, smiling softly.

"I could promise you this and much more."

Everything was getting warmer - her body, the atmosphere, the air in the smallest gap between them, the hands that were still holding her face. They were both looking into each other's eyes with their hearts racing, the Force tingling them as if trying to foreshadow that something was about to happen.

"I trust you, Skywalker."

"And I'm... So happy to hear that." Anakin's gaze suddenly wandered to her lips... And they have never been closer.

"Y/N, maybe before I go..." he began quietly. "Maybe I should do something I should've done much earlier."

"What is it?" she asked, almost shivering under his touch.

His eyes wandered to her lips again, and then it happened so suddenly she didn't have time to stop him: he kissed her, full on the lips, bringing her as close to himself as possible.

And at that point, nothing else mattered as she responded to the kiss, deepening it immediately when she put her hands on his bare chest for support. Her heart was racing faster than ever, even though her mind hadn't registered what was happening yet. Her body seemed to be acting on its own, knowing that the only thing it wanted was him. It was electrifying; they were lost in each other, and neither of them cared about anything else other than the person before them.

But when Y/N’s back hit the door under the pressure of his kiss, she woke up.

"Anakin, we can't," she almost cried, pushing him away from her with as much force as she could.

"Did you not want that?" he asked in disbelief, his heart shattering just a little when he saw the look on his face.

He had realised how he really felt about her a long time ago and wanted to prepare her for it a bit more delicately, but since the opportunity came... He just could not let it go.

"It's not about what I want, it's... We can't." She was saying all of this with a knot in her heart, knowing very well how much she wanted to stay with him right then and there, and give into the night. "I'm sorry, I... Have a safe mission," she added and before he could stop her, left the room as quickly as possible.

Anakin stood in the same place for the moment, as if glued to the ground, then plopped onto his bed with his head hung low.

He knew they weren't supposed to do this. But if so... Then why did it feel so right when their lips met mere minutes ago?

Now he knew the mission was the least of his concerns.

Y/N was walking as fast as she could back to her bedroom, running almost, holding back tears of frustration. That kiss, that few seconds were the most blissful seconds of her entire life, the happiest she's been in months, maybe years even... And yet, she wasn't allowed to feel this ever again.

Maybe the Jedi weren't as perfect as she had perceived them... If they didn't even allow happiness.

Eventually, she couldn't hold it back anymore - she stopped in one of the corridors and let the tears flow, her sobs echoing in the sleeping Jedi temple. With her face covered, she didn't even notice she had company.

"No need to cry there is."

Y/N almost jumped at Yoda's voice. She looked up and wiped her tears at once, composing herself.

"Oh, Master Yoda." She bowed slightly. "I didn't expect you here."

Yoda gazed at her searchingly.

"Conflicted you are, I sense."

She knew there was no use in lying.

"Yes. A lot," she whispered, not looking at him, and he fell silent for a moment.

"Take a break you should," he said eventually. "So many bad emotions the way to the dark side are."

She nodded, bowing again and thinking that a break might really help her.

"I will, Master."

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[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Scenario time! Everyone in the HOL is chilling when suddenly Barbato’s pops up asking for MC and giving a letter to them saying it’s from their older sister, and they brothers are lowkey shook like “MC You didn’t tell us you had a sister!” But then MC gets super mad like “I don’t have an obligation to tell you anything.” Then rips up the letter and goes straight up to their room. It’s clear that MC doesn’t have the best relationship with their sister and takes a long time to get the information as to why out of them but eventually they spill the beans and tell them that their sister basically bullied them for their whole life and that she’s been trying to get in contact with them to apologize but MC doesn’t want to hear it. Headcaons on how they would handle it? Would they try to help MC’s sister to build a relationship with them again? When they keep MC’s sister out of their life?

Let me preface this by saying that no one has the right to be a toxic presence in your life, blood relations or not. Toxic relationships are draining, none more so than those with family.

That being said, let's get on with the headcannons, shall we?

'Do you wish to see her?' Asked Lucifer.

'No.' MC replied, wringing their fingers together, curled up small in the corner of their bed. The eldest had cornered them after their little episode, worried that he'd let contact happen when MC didn't want it to.

'Would you like me to keep her away?'

'Yes, please.'

The eldest nodded, sinking down on the bed beside them, placing his gloved hand on their shoulder. 'That's all you needed to say.'

'You're not going to tell me that I should at least hear her out?'

'No, you don't owe anyone forgiveness, no matter how nicely they asked. That decision is yours, and I won't let anyone take it away from you.'

Mammon chewed his lower lip worriedly, wanting nothing more than to set that letter on fire and wipe the memory of it ever existing from MC's mind, anything to stop his human from pacing like this.

It's all he can do to watch the human pace the width of the lounge, periodically circling sofas, winding themselves up more and more the longer they pace.

He can't take it anymore, and catches them by the shoulders, holding them at arm's length.

"She doesn't get to make you feel like this. You wanna hear what she has to say, I'm comin' with ya, but no one gets to make you look so damn sad!"

Leviathan sheltered you in his room, provided all the games and snacks and anime you could ever want to distract you. Anything to put a smile back on your face, or at the very least bring you back out of whatever dark place you'd taken yourself too.

'You don't have to talk about it. Just please, don't keep her around if she makes you cry.'

You snuggled down into his side, hiding your face in his oversized hoodie as he gamed, smiling as he turned red.

'Want me to hack her accounts and post embarrassing shit?'

'That's petty...let's do it.'

Satan understands, perhaps better than anyone, but he doesn't stick his oar in. He stands back, a silent comfort simply for being around. If you need to speak, he'll listen, if you want comfort, his arms are open for you.

'You are not weak for being willing to listen to her.' He whispered, dragging his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp until you melted into him. 'You would not be cruel for wishing to cut her off, either. This is your life, your decision and time you did what's best for yourself. Whatever that is, I'm here.'

Forget about worrying, Asmodeus is going to make your concerns melt, one way or another. If you remain resistant to physical comfort, he'll sit and listen to your words.

If you have something to say, he's always eager to hang off every word, always ready with tissues and a shoulder to cry on.

There's nothing for you to be ashamed of with Asmo, he supports you no matter how emotional or torn apart you get.

'You're to so strong, sweetheart. I admire you so much. Don't be scared, tell me more.

Beelzebub and Belphegor sandwich you between them, one understanding the want to forgive, the other defending the need to stay away.

They try their best not to influence any decision, it's your family and your life. They do, however, bury you un blankets, cuddled into Belphegor like a body pillow while Beel presses into your other side, supplying heat like a hot water bottle while hand-feeding you snacks.

It's the ultimate comfort brigade, nothing to do but be cuddled into oblivion until your mind calms down and you can actually thing.

"Family is important, but you're easily more important."

"Especially to us."

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[generalhumancloudalmond]

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Yandere!Platonic!Arlecchino x Child!Fem!Reader

Y/n was crying quietly in her room when she recalled the orphanage, as well as the harbinger's refusal to return her there. She was a bad soldier, at least that's what she thought of herself. All she had to do was follow orders and respect her general, and she did it, but it turned out to be stronger than her. She felt lonely and weak. In the shelter she had those with whom she could easily talk, but here...

"Y/n, go to eat."

The girl hears the harbinger's voice behind her and the retreating footsteps.

"Ye...Yes"

She wipes the tears from her cheeks when she hears the footsteps first stop and then approach until they subside again. Arlecchino is standing behind her.

"Y/n, turn to me."

"Okay..."

The girl felt that despite all her attempts to calm down, warm tears flowed even more. She didn't dare turn to the fourth harbinger like this. A soldier should not cry in front of his superiors.

"Y/n, turn to me now."

Arlecchino abruptly grabs Y/n by the shoulders and impatiently turns him around. The girl doen't have time to hide her tear-stained face with her hands when the woman grabs her chin tightly and makes her look into her eyes.

"Why are you crying, Y/n?"

The frightened Y/n responds before she has time to think.

"I want to go home to the orphanage... I... I... I can't do my job... I just want to go home..."

"What? Don't you feel this place as a home? I can buy toys or ask the cook to cook more varied food, maybe even hire another one..."

"No, no, no... I just want to go home, please. I'm not capable of doing this job... Take someone else, please..."

This is the first time a harbinger sees a girl like this. This is the first time Arlecchino sees Y/n crying and it definitely shocks her. However, she is obliged to clarify.

"You will not return to the orphanage under any circumstances. Never ever. Now this place is your new home. Do you understand?"

She waits for Y/n to nod to her. Then she lets go of her chin and starts wiping away girls tears, not caring about the black gloves at all. She also has no difficulty lifting girl limp figure in her arms.

"Okay, then, now I will wash your face, after that you will eat and we will go to bed."

First, as she said, she carries the girl to the bathroom and only then takes off her gloves to thoroughly wash the face of the child. After that, the harbinger personally feeds her, as she always does, however. And at the end they really go to bed. At these moments, Y/n is very tired and sad, and therefore she does not notice at all how Arlecchino strokes her head while washing her face or how a woman, putting her on her lap, squeezes her a little harder than usual. Y/n notices something strange only when the harbinger lies down next to her and, hugging her very tightly, gives her a nickname.

"Good night, my precious child"

Yes, it was the first time that Arlecchino addressed not by name. And from that day on, you can say that you have passed the point of no return. The woman knows and understands this, from this day on you will no longer move into a general soldier relationship, no, now you will move exclusively in the direction of mom daughter relationship. Prepare yourself, because this is something you can't change.

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[newty]

anyway thinking abt homophobia in valisthea

which means thinking abt sex-related misogyny in valisthea. bc imo there is way too much sexual violence against women and focus on women as sexual figures w sexual drama in this game for it to not bleed over into how it feels abt two men kissing (not gonna go into a lesbian reading bc it exits my scope)

like. anabella only being a vessel for children, benedikta using sex to control titan/feel loved by barny but also being threatened w rape twice(?) by men, jill awakening shiva when she's almost raped by a man + other rosarian girls are raped, the constant winkwink sexy references w isabella, the offscreen women moaning in the oriflamme brothel, sylvester killing his wife n mistress after they outlived any sexual service to him, barny's mom referenced in an easily interpretable sexual manner, etc etc

simultaneously the narrative does its best to present the veil as a morally neutral institution w benefits to the function of northreach. the discussion between the male sex worker and the male guard was deliberately placed, too, and gives an interesting view into affection and money. theres a couple more men in veil garb that arent presented as out of place.

which is all failed by rest of the worldbuilding imo. only male customers visit the veil. sex is still regarded as a sneaky taboo subject. every country has a male monarch and occupations are firmly divided by gender. the primary hinge of benedikta's relationship w hugo is the fact that hugo feels in charge, which helps culturally ascribe dominance as a masculine trait.

if women are so widely regarded as unequal on sexual terms (and, relatedly, on societal terms), certain expectations must also exist on the male side.

we dont really see much tension in the male characters performing masculinity--other than the huge unnatural vibes sleipnir gives off by mincing around--but we do see barny kneel before ultima in a rly sexually charged scene. his subservience is presented as an unexpected weak facet of his character, where he's desperate and obliging and uncertain. it's a private scene that works off its own uncanniness, so it functions a little bit more as a narrative piece than a societal mirror. but I don't think that removes it from the discussion, and i think its odd character is a stark contrast to the clarity we're given in dion and terence's kiss scene.

a sort of clarity, i guess. dion and terence talk abt power dynamics in class instead of sexual role or gender. there's still the words 'master' and 'servant' pinned on the wall w like 3 different undertones, so its easy to unravel that into different understandings of their relationship to class, duty, and romantic/sexual identity. i dont think its productive to split hairs abt who tops, but i think its reasonable to interpret that they feel secure in w/e service they give to the other. this is in spite of the societal understanding that dominance is inherently masculine and correct, and that subservience is feminine and not as acceptable.

i know enough abt queer history to know that the security & fulfillment i interpret them as having is simultaneously as rare as it is common depending on where you look. no matter what one does in the private sphere, the public view will influence it, and it's determined by the case who will feel negatively or positively abt themselves bc of it.

ultimately i see valisthea in the respect of a society that views queerness as undesirable but not smth ur gonna be burned at the stake for. im also fully operating under my own preference for queer narratives that labor under external & internal homophobic conflicts. it's fully supportable to decide that valisthea lacks homophobia as well, and its not less like wish fulfillment to have it that way or the other.

#this is all to say that while i see and acknowledge the 'security' i describe in teredio #that im ripping it away from terence HGTGDGJGTHJYGRHVFG #SORRYYYYYYY i want him to think abt being an invert when society is not built for that lol #brihamut's mercy