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heartcereql · 8 months
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tommy shelby x finn's teacher!reader
when you first read his name on the class list, you freezed, a shiver running down your spine. of course you weren't oblivious as to who the shelbys were or what they did. but he was so young. twelve. you actually had a tiny bit of hope that finn shelby would be different than his brothers were. you were soon proven wrong.
finn and what he called "his boys" soon started doing their business around the school, and, before you knew it, inside the school as well. bringing cigarettes, picking on younger students, terrorizing girls...
you had had enough. it was one thing for adults to get their hands dirty doing whatever businesses. but a kid? hell no. and while you couldn’t do anything about what they did outside school, you could try to correct their behaviour in school.
so that's how you found yourself one grey and cloudy evening in front of the shelbys' door, mustering the courage to knock.
you knocked three times. nothing. as you were about to knock again, you heard the lock and then the door opened, revealing a man with the same ocean eyes as finn.
thomas shelby.
you knew him, naturally, but this was the first time he was so close, let alone about to talk to you.
“good afternoon” you greeted as you tried to ignore the way your chest was tightening.
“afternoon. may i help you?” he asked, hand resting on the doorknob.
“yes, actually. i’m y/n y/l/n. i’m finn’s teacher, and i wanted to discuss certain behaviours of his with you" you explained firmly. “if that’s okay” you added in a mumble.
he just stared at you for an instant. an instant that felt like eternity to you. then he nodded, letting you come into the house.
he led you through the betting house to his office.
he sat on his chair; you took your place on the other side of the desk.
“so” he said, pulling out a cigarette, “is he getting in a lot of trouble, eh?”
you smiled timidly, admiring his sharp features.
"more like he's the one creating the trouble." you watched as tommy lit his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke before resuming. "he and his presumed gang sometimes drink beers or smoke cigarettes, torment some younger kids maybe. mr shelby, i understand that he spends a lot of time at the cut, and that ... um, that..." you were suddenly at a loss of words. you didn't want to say it, but that's how you felt it: he had grown up in a similar environment.
thomas smirked, knowing your thoughts. he knew what your mind instinctively told you. but he didn't feel enraged. quite the opposite, your concern seemed genuine, and you looked like a lovely young woman; even if your thoughts were a bit tainted by the reputation that preceeded him, he knew you meant no harm.
he also took a moment to admire how off place you looked there. your clothes were rose golden, which seemed to accentuate the soft aura that surrounded you. even with the dim lights and the greyish ambience of the office, your skin appeared to glimmer.
"i guess i'm okay with whatever he does outside school, that's what i'm trying to say. but as of late, finn and his boys have been taking their businesses around the school area. and that is of my concern. we can not afford to have children intimidated, girls harassed; hell, if a child were to try substances because of your brother and his friends, and the parents found out, we could be- the school could be sued and-"
"miss y/l/n" tommy interrupted your ramble.
"y/n." you corrected, offering a smile. "please, no one calls me miss y/n/l; it would feel weird"
"i see then. y/n" you tried not to feel butterflies tingling on your stomach as your name rolled off his tongue. he smiled as well, more to himself than to you.
"finn is his own man now" tommy continued. "i will talk to him about this, but i can not guarantee that he will do as he is told. truth is, i don't have much power over him now."
he took another drag of the cigarette, eyes finding yours through the smoke.
"what do you mean? i'm sure there's something you can do"
"not really, much to my displeasure. i assure you, y/n, that i will do what i can to correct finn's behaviour at school. he used to want to be like me, y'know? but now he's... he's him. "
"i don't think that's entirely true. you know, one of the only assignments finn turned in this semester was an essay about the person they admired most. not only finn excelled in the task, handing a beautiful composition, well structured and showing a wide range of vocabulary; but the essay was about you, mr shelby. it professed how he wanted nothing but to be like 'his brother tommy'. he truly looks up to you. he still does, mr shelby. so, i think you will succeed at getting him to change his mind."
now it was tommy who seemed to have run out of words, only inhaling from his cigarette. his eyes studied you meticulously. how your eyes fluttered around the room, unable to settle, refusing to meet his; how you clutched your hands in your lap; how your chest rose and fell as you breathed.
“i’ll give it a try, eh?” he finally spoke.
a smile lit your face.
"wonderful. well, thank you for your time, mr shelby", you showed him your appreciation to him listening to you as you stood up.
"tommy"
"what?" you asked, genuinely confused; you thought you hadn't heard correctly.
"if i am to call you y/n, it is only fair for you to call me tommy. i suppose" he stated. though he refused to look directly at you, a smile was tugging at his lips.
"very well, then. thank you for having me this evening, tommy" you offered a tight-lipped smile.
he just gave you a curt nod, taking another drag of the cigarette. you smoothed some wrinkles on your clothes and, after giving him one last grin, you made your way to the door, ready to leave.
"wait" he uttered, his voice low, as if he was rethinking his decision.
you turned to him, hand resting on the frame of the door.
"would you- maybe, consider going for a drink with me?" he hadn't looked at you as he posed the question; but his gaze locked with yours when he was expecting your answer.
you felt heat creep up your neck and cheeks, praying to whoever was listening that he didn't notice.
"only if you stay true to your word, tommy" you responded before heading out, smiling like a fool when you were finally out of sight.
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its-freaking-jordan · 11 months
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Hii can you make hantengu x reader?
For sure! I’ll do him and his clones!
Hantengu x Gn Demon reader
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Out on your mission you came across another Demon, he seemed scared and rather weak in your eyes, until you underestimate him. You both grew fond of eachother, you also meet his clones?
A Biwa string played and you were now at in Infinity Castle. It’s been decades since you were last here. You looked up to see Nakime sitting down, you liked her very much and she grew fond of you too. “Hey! Nakime! Why did you summon me here?! Did Lord Muzan request me to be here?!” You shouted from where you were, hoping she would answer you back. She turned her head ever so slightly, towards you. “Muzan-sama has indeed requested for you to be here…. Therefore..” The Biwa was played again and now your kneeling in front of Muzan himself. He told you, that you would be accompanying another Demon for a mission, you had your own plans. You tried to protest but he already left.
You made your way to the Village Muzan told you to meet the Demon at. You were quite excited to see which Demon you would be accompanying. Once you arrived at the Villege, you did see a demon. He looked tiny to you, you made you way over there, and tapped the demon’s shoulder which caused him to shriek. You were taken aback, you truly did not intend on scaring him. “Um..Hi. I was order to accompany a demon on this mission..Are you perhaps the demon Lord Muzan was talking about?” His hands were trembling when you said Muzan name, he nodded without saying a word, which caused you to smile. You looked at his eyes and saw “Upper rank 4” in them. You were exited because you didn’t go on a mission with another Uppermoon before, besides Akaza.
Hantengu head was cut clean off by demon slayers, it honestly surprised you from how easily an Uppermoon was decapitated. Which caused you to have doubts about him, questioning his strength. “Hantengu are you really about to die on me? Especially by low ranking slayers?” You shouted. You heard him shrieking when slowly turned into a groan. You felt 2 unfamiliar presence behind you. You stopped whatever you was doing with the slayer’s broken arm to just look at the 2 people. One had a emerald like eyes and the other had Ruby like eyes. You were going to speak but green eyes beat you to it. “I should’ve guessed this would happen, no surprises eh? Say, why don’t we just go off and have fun, that doesn’t sound bad at all right Sekido?” He cackled to himself looking at the angry demon besides him. The anger expressed demon just rolled his eyes. “We still have a mission to do, if you probably forgotten Karaku.” Karaku groaned as a response, getting up properly to stretch out for a second.
Karaku caught a glimpse of you, causing his smirk to grow more. He pointed over at you which caused Sekido to look at you as well with a brow raised. Karaku was the first to approach you and examine your features. You just stared at Karaku, then spoke up. “What the hell happened to Hantengu? Who even are you two?” Before Karaku can even answer Sekido beat him to it, approaching you both. “Did you not get our names when me and him were just talking not to long ago?” He just stared at you with an annoyed expression on his face from your stupidity. “Don’t ignore my question!! What happened to Hantengu!!” He just stared at you while Karaku was laughing “You talk to much. Why are you even accompanying the four of us here.” He sighed, pinching his nose. Karaku was the one to explain what happened to you and his two brothers Aizetsu and Urogi. You had a dumbfounded look on your face. You looked around but it was only Sekido and Karaku there. Before you got the chance to speak the door opened with two other demons there. One with blue eyes and the other with yellow/golden eyes and..wings? “We killed the slayers..But no luck on what we came here to find. Aizetsu opening the door revealing himself along with Urogi.
The mission was done, not really a success on finding the flower Muzan wanted badly. You groaned now walking with the four brothers to wherever they was going to let you stay at until night fall come again. “I must say..You are a cute one if I do say so myself.” Urogi said to break the silence. Karaku nodded in agreement “See? I’m not the only one who thought that!” Aizetsu looked at them both from the corner of his eye, just side eyeing them. Sekido sucked his teeth and kept looking forward. You felt your cheeks getting red, from the random compliment from the two. While those two were blabbering in the back, you caught up to Aizetsu and Sekido.
“Soo..You four are quadruplets or something?” You realized that they all stopped walking and, Ugori and Karaku even stopped talking. You turned around to face them all, only to see Sekido Ugori and Aiztesu giving you the “what the fuck” look on their faces meanwhile Karaku looks surprised then burst out laughing. “What the fuck? Is it not obvious enough.” Sekido is just shaking his head. You gotten your answer, in a way you didn’t imagine. “Say.. Y/N what rank are you exactly?” Aizetsu opened the door to their hideout, his question did catch the attention of the other three, what rank are you? You’re stronger than a lower moon, yet you’re not an upper moon. That caused Sekido to be skeptical of you now, just what the hell are you then.
“Yeah..How come you’re not even apart of the twelve kizuki..But then again Daki and her brother are still here along with Gyokko. So you must be something special then hmm?~” Sekido rolled his eyes and slapped Karaku for no reason, he was just annoying him. They all sat down together by you. You felt a little uneasy from this all but chose to keep it to yourself. Ugori was interested in you so he decided to ask questions on how you became a demon and your Blood Demon Art, which you gladly answered with no problem. Aizetsu was listening in also, he grew fond of you in such a short notice which wasn’t like him. You told them how you attended the Uppermoon meetings and, how you first saw Hantengu. You didn’t want to approach him because he was scared of almost anything in your eyes, that was 150 years ago. You never noticed him that much before but now you do because of this mission.
You noticed Sekido was glaring at you, examining you from where he’s sitting at, it sent chills down you spine. You tried to brush it off but it was like lasers are burning you. He ends up interrupting your conversation, which caught you by surprise.
“Just what the hell does Hantengu see in you…”
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I kinda ran out of ideas but I’ll for sure post a part two when I get the chance! Thank you for requesting this btw! <3
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throwaway-yandere · 8 months
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A/n: ansy speaking, not her. Please. P l e a s e. Don't read ANY of the endings unless you've reached the end of the story in your own way.
Link to the fic.
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Gepard Landau died on the same day you lost your leg. That was all you remembered.
His funeral was befitting a Landau. You didn't exit the car and simply watched from afar. No one knew who committed the crime, as far as everyone was concerned, you were also a victim of an aggressive assailant. Serval had done eerily good work at making you scarce. The visitors were either distracted by the fact you were just a few feet away from witnessing them lower down his casket or were too busy mourning over the loss of a great soldier.
Yet, there was someone who wasn't as convinced as the rest. 
Sampo knocked on your window that day, grating you with the happiest sounding "condolences!" he could boast. At the time, you wanted to punch his face in but feared you'd get an earful from Mrs. Landau. A no-last-name orphan like you can’t just buy a car.
You rolled the window down. Hearing him out was better than feeling whatever sinister emptiness resided inside your heart. 
Sampo cheerfully reached his hand out to shake yours forcefully. "Heyya there, friend! Long time no see, eh? Guess you can't catch me now, not with those legs, I mean."
You can't believe you laughed at such an insulting joke. 
"What do you want, Sampo…?"
"Hmm? Oh, nothing special."
The shady merchant rested his elbow on the car, giving you a lopsided smile. He radiated pure confidence, a trait you lack in those defeated times.
"Say, if I told ya I can bring lil Geppie back, would you make a deal with me?"
You scoffed.
"Bring him back?"
"Uhuh."
You chuckled emptily, staring away. The words that escaped your lips did not come from the heart, but it was the only thing you could insensitively joke about in response.
"If you plan on bringing him back, you might as well make him exactly like my type. Otherwise, what's the point?"
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You slowly regained consciousness, your eyes fluttering open to reveal that you were positioned on a couch inside a dimly lit room. The air was musty and the only light source was a vintage-looking fan. We have received all the intel we needed, but Kafka was nice enough to watch the rest so you should probably thank her for adding this in our data bank.
A figure materialized in front of you. He was a dirty blonde man with a soft and concerned expression plastered on his face. This man knelt beside you and asked: 
"How are you feeling? I’m… I would like to apologize for yelling at you. It was not my intent to frighten you so much. I was caught up in my selfish emotions. Please forgive me."
You took a moment to assess yourself, noting that even though you were disorientated— you don't feel any physical pain or emotional distress. His presence compelled some sort of familiarity but your memory was frustratingly blank. 
As you tried gathering your thoughts, the sound of a distant radio static buzzed your ears. It was persistent. You strained to listen, but the man was oblivious to it. His blue eyes solely focused on you.
“... Are you alright, darling?”
You gave up trying to hear the noise and focused on your surroundings, ignoring him in the process. 
The space you were in was a deserted therapy office. The wallpaper, which had formerly looked rather professional, was peeling off and fading. There were lingering odors of mold and rot. The furniture was peppered in dust and cobwebs clung to the edges of the tables, cupboards, and walls. It simply wasn't a place to be.
There were remnants of the previous doctor inside— a torn chair, a used fountain pen, and most intriguingly, rowed forgotten photographs that have likely lived past the faces depicted. You swore you could recognize a person or two in those photographs. One had stylishly long blonde hair with blue streaks. She wore thick-rimmed glasses and a contagious smile as she lovingly wrapped her arms around an embarrassed young man and someone who looked exactly like… you?
As you gazed back at the dirty blonde man, it finally clicked. Though your memory fails you, you were almost certain he was the young man in that image. 
"Gepard?"
"I'm not–" He exhaled, soundingly resigned to his fate. "Nevermind. Yes, that's me."
Did you get his name wrong? Or was he just too quick to say no?
“...Was I wrong?"
"No, I could be him if you want me to be." He smiled weakly. “And based on what just occurred, I can surmise that is the case. I won’t try to be anyone else anymore.”
The radio static continued, stealing your attention once again. You turn to Gepard, desperation was evident in your voice. "Can you hear that? The static…”
He placed his head above his fist, pondering your words. "I... I don't hear anything. But if you’re hearing static, then I can only guess that Serval is overdoing her job.”
You raised an eyebrow, speaking slowly as if you didn’t want to come off as idiotic. “Serval is here?”
Gepard shook his head. “Not in the Back Alley, no.”
“Then what was that sound–”
“Just an old doctor’s device from the Xianzhou Loufu. No need to worry, (N/n).”
Gepard cleared his throat.
“(Y/n), I’ll have to go away for a while. Can you promise not to leave? It won’t be long– I’ll merely fetch you something to eat and drink.”
“But that shouldn’t be your responsibility. Having you do such simple tasks would bring me shame,” you shook your head incessantly. “Besides, I’m not hungry!–”
“(Y/n).”
He glared at you, feigning coldness. You were unconvinced but decided it was best not to test him. Gepard had always been caring for his people.
You nodded in agreement, your voice barely a whisper. "Okay, fine... I won't leave. I'll stay here."
“Do you swear it?” You’re not the sharpest person, but you still noticed how Gepard’s eyes lingered on the locks, contemplating if he should trap you inside.
“I promise.”
He smiled. 
"Good. Stay put and don't open the door for anyone. Dangerous creatures are lurking outside."
“Wait!!!”
As he turns to leave, you reach out, your hand instinctively grasping his arm. 
You nearly didn’t speak a word after. His eyes were dilated– afraid. But that fear was gone in a blink of an eye. You immediately let go of his arm. You had a feeling something traumatic had occurred that was similar to the action you had done.
Then again, he just spoke of dangerous creatures beyond this clinic. Perhaps it had something to do with them.
“...Please, exercise caution." You continued.
His gaze softened as his hand gently covered yours. 
"I promise, I'll be careful. My priority is to protect you, always."
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The sound of footsteps outside drew your attention and your heartbeat quickened, worried about the aforementioned creatures in Gepard's warnings. Thankfully, it was just the man himself. He returned with a tray containing a straightforward supper. The aroma of warm soup and freshly baked rye bread wafted in the air, creating a cozy ambiance. Once upon a time, you would’ve politely declined this offer but you didn't sense any other noble birth in the room aside from him. Most importantly, you didn't sense Mr. Landau's presence.
He set the tray down in front of you, slightly ashamed about his delivery's lack of quality and quantity. "Here, eat. It's not much, but it'll help."
“T-Thank you…” You reluctantly took the plastic spoon. “But… would you mind filling me in with what’s going on, Young Master? I can’t remember a thing.”
“Master…” Gepard tasted the formal honorific and cringed. “First– what can you recall about yourself? What’s your occupation?”
“I’m a servant of the Landau family, taken generously by Mr. Landau’s endorsement.”
That man? Generous? As if.
“And the Silvermane Guards?”
You tilted your head.
“They are one of Belobog’s last bastions. Why do you ask? Has something happened at work, master?”
In other words: you don't remember what happened. To you, what happened around 5 years ago or so never occurred if you can't recall your time as a soldier. 
Serval's new device had worked, for sure.
Gepard exhaled loudly, “confirming” your suspicions.
“I’m not your master anymore, (Y/n).”
As you look at him now, something feels different. You were inclined to believe there is a merit to his words.
"Was I fired?" You asked, terrified.
He held your hands. His hands felt unusually warm and his eyes brimmed with an emotion you can't put a finger on. Gepard looked… hesitant, yet determined. A near oxymoron.
And he decided to commit to the worst idea he had in mind.
"... D-Darling, don't you remember?” He chuckled nervously. “We're not in that household anymore. We've eloped. We left everything behind to be together."
Your heart skipped a beat. You didn't take the time to think of his words and your mouth ran on autopilot. The Landau's principles were ingrained in you as much as it did to the siblings.
"Eloped? But... why? What about your family, your responsibilities?"
The sadness that flickered in his eyes was then swiftly replaced by a reassuring smile. "Dad never understood us. S-So, we decided to escape! To build a life on our terms."
That doesn’t sound like something Gepard would do.
But, if he would do that for you, then…
Foolishly, you still found yourself swept away by his romantic fibs of leaving everything behind for these flights of fancy. The stuttering happiness in his voice is infectious, and you can't help but feel a sense of elation. It's as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Just as Sampo would've wanted for you.
… Doesn't that mean Gepard loves you as much as you love him?
"Why can't I remember that?"
"You must've just been too tired, sweetheart," Gepard muttered sweetly. "We had quite the busy day yesterday trying to find a safe location." 
"I... I can't believe it," you stammered, undeniably disbelieved and overjoyed. "W-We're alone together, just the two of us?"
Gepard nodded solemnly, looking to his left. His eyes were looking anywhere but at you.
"Yes, (N/n). It's just you and me now. No more hiding, no more pretending. We're free to be together, forever."
The truth of your past may be hazy, but the promise of a new beginning was exhilarating enough to discard any bad histories.
Gepard asked, slightly frowning. 
"But for this to work, I need you to follow my commands, is that okay?" 
"Okay." You nodded eagerly. “What is it, Young Ma— Gepard?”
“When I tell you to close your eyes, you’ll close your eyes. If I told you to cover your ears, you’ll cover your eyes.” Gepard slightly tightened his hold. “And when I told you to not question what you see, you won’t ask or try to rummage your head for memories or information. Is that clear?”
You were used to his authoritative tone. It was the mark of a Landau, it no longer struck fear in you as much as a normal citizen would have been. Instead of intimidation, you were informed of how dire these commands were, and you accepted without doubts much like a soldier.
“Understood. I’ll follow your commands to the best of my abilities.”
Gepard smiled.
"You're so obedient for me…" Gepard caressed your cheek with the back of his palm. "Just how can I reward you for this?”
"It's okay. You don't need to do that."
"Are you sure?"
"Affirmative."
He grinned wider and buzzed with happiness. 
"You make me feel so loved."
Gepard slowly cupped your cheek, eyes slit in a lovelorn gaze. His mind raced thoughts about your lips. How soft would they be? Would your lips feel chapped? Would he grip your shoulders should he part them open with his tongue? Much more ideas in that nature flooded his head, which only fanned the flames that heated his cheeks and ears. He wasn't sure how you'd react if he indulged himself— if you would forgive him for this— but he knew that if he didn't do it now, his curiosity and drive to keep you to himself will worsen.
He looked away, eyes childishly closed shut with a slight pout.
"(Y/n)."
You pretended not to know what he was thinking to save his pride. "Yes?"
"... Would it be alright if I add another segment to that list of commands?"
Just like his favorite theatre actress, your eyes crinkled as you put on a sly smile with good-natured mischievousness. Before leaving your hand pressed on your cheek, you adjusted a strand of hair and combed it back, angling your head at your best side. Needless to say, you were having fun toying with him. 
"Yes, sir."
"... G-Good."
Gepard cleared his throat.
"If I tell you to k-kiss me, would you?"
You chuckled.
"That doesn't sound like a command—"
"Kiss me, (Y/n)." He ordered, but as soon as those forceful words escaped his lips, he froze and raised his hands, attempting to take it back and sheepishly apologize.
That didn't stop you from taking him by his collar.
You grinned.
"Much obliged."
He released a muffled yet pleased noise as you pressed your lips against his.
As Gepard's lips met yours, neither of you cared for how dusty the place was or how eerie the surroundings were– it was only the two of you, alone in a gentle embrace. His lips were soft and tender as his thumb slid up the back of your palm, wordlessly asking for permission to deepen the kiss. You obliged by slipping your fingers through his hair– and that snapped something inside him.
Gepard instantly pulled you closer.
"M-Mhmm…"
His arms were forceful yet overprotective, enveloping you as though you were delicate. The warmth of his breath and his near inaudible yet high-pitched whimpers seeped into your very being. These served to make you feel safe and cherished. He tilted your chin up, faltering to catch his jagged breath despite how feather-like his movements were.
This is what the real Gepard Landau had always wanted.
This bliss is what he failed to attain.
Time stood still as you melt into each other. Gepard was savoring every moment– every connection between you two– before he pulled away breathlessly. With eyebrows furrowed, he loathed himself for needing air, but his expression softened as he caught you heaving. 
"I-I'm s-sorry–" he breathed in. "I s-should've practiced moderation."
His cheeks flushed more as he watched the silvery saliva that linked you both disappear, sputtering apologies for being "too rough" when he was anything but.
Gepard gazed into your eyes as you snaked your hands from his nape to his arms. He returned the favor, embracing you as the most precious treasure he's ever held.
With a soft smile, he whispered against your lips. 
You’re very obedient.
You’d do every word he says, wouldn’t you?
"T-Thank you for being here, for loving me. You're everything to me."
Then, stay here.
Never leave him alone again.
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The soft morning light peeked through the thick curtains, painting the room in slivers of white and gold. Having no need for human necessities such as sleep, Gepard sitting by the bedside couldn't help but smile as he watched you rest. The sight before him was nothing short of wonderful. The soothingly paced rise and fall of your chest and the way your eyelids fluttered slightly in your dreams— mesmerized his unblinking eyes. He prided himself on abstaining from holding you for the entire night to not disturb your sleep. Gepard was content with simply gazing, without looking away for a single second.
Not once.
He won’t leave you ever again.
A soft sigh escaped his lips. In the “warmth” of this morning light, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be—by your side, in this makeshift realm.
He then whispered to you, knowing that you wouldn't hear them but wanting to express his emotions nonetheless.
"I wonder why Gepard used to deflect your affections so much. If I obsess over you then that means he loved you just as much… But there’s no point mulling over this, is there?" Gepard muttered.
As you writhe in bed, he carefully draped your blanket further upward, worried that you’d get cold. 
"Then again, unlike me, he has always been a man of tradition. He probably did not see it right to pursue a romantic relationship with someone under his station. A true Landau." 
The man’s smile disappeared. 
He is not Gepard. Not even his ghost. He is a manifestation of how the man desperately didn’t want to follow the family’s code of conduct. The true Gepard had always secretly wanted to break free from his shackling family bloodline but his father wanted to adopt you. And he couldn't bear the thought of having his dream spouse as his sibling either.
Despite that, the real Gepard had never resorted to manipulative tactics to control your emotions and actions. Not once has he tried gaslighting or using his position of authority to influence your decisions. Gepard was obsessive, but not unkind. He thought that perhaps letting you go would be a greater act of love. 
Such a “considerate” gesture failed. No longer do those sentiments matter now.
Gepard watched you sleep silently. As he fixed your stray hairs, he couldn't help but ponder over the subtle signs that your mind was broken. You seemed unfazed by the fact that you had both your legs, despite being paraplegic in reality. Similarly, you didn't react to how you’re wearing a wedding ring that you never had nor the sight of his arm, even though he had lost it before.
This alley you shared was a twisted reality. A merely distorted version of the past and present fueled by your desires and wishes– and you were lost in a maze of your own making.
Deep down, Gepard was disappointed that you couldn't see through the facade, that you couldn't recognize the monsters that followed you both as a manifestation of your psyche that wanted you to confront the truth. 
As he sat beside you, Gepard felt a heavy weight in his heart. He wanted to shake you awake from this dream, to make you see that the person before you was not him, but merely a reflection of your deepest desires.
But he held his tongue. He was far more selfish than the real Gepard, and that selfishness kept him alive longer than he did. Instead of breaking the happiness you and Serval carved for yourself, he stayed by your side. Thankfully, Serval is too caught up in her distress, thinking that she could save you from this alley. She cannot. The only thing she’s doing is making matters worse for you with that device of hers. But that’s okay. He would be there for you, even if you couldn't recognize him for who— for WHAT he truly was.
Gepard sighed wistfully.
You won’t get to know the truth.
And it’s for the best if it meant having you all forever to himself.
For this is the only way "Gepard Landau" can atone for his sins.
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gayuu-the-necromancer · 10 months
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Black Wedding ~ Part 1 Jude Jazza ~ Premium END
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(What a disgusting place)
After putting all the followers to sleep, I grumbled in my mind, inside the church at the altar where the wedding ceremony is about to take place.
(How does binding two people to an eternal promise be so innocent?)
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(Vows of love are like curses)
What is so pleasing about cursing each other to love each other in sickness and pain?
The clean air, the solemn organ tones, the sweetly scented gorgeous flowers....all seem like an abominable curse.
The word 'vow' cannot be beautiful.
At least for me, it is.
At that moment, the church door opened to reveal Kate in a jet-black wedding dress.
(Heh..you look so tense)
But when she looked up, her lips tightened.
There was a strange look in her eyes.
(.....?)
Her face that looked dreamy, was completely red.
Kate begins to walk slowly down the wedding aisle leading to the altar.
(..Hah)
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(She is so consumed by the 'wedding' atmosphere that she's losing her mind)
(Seriously, you get worried about everything)
Jude: "And so easy to read."
Kate: "Hm?"
As if she had realized she has arrived at the altar.
Kate blinks in a huff.
(Being a 'fairy tale master' is already a handful and now you also dutifully keep your word and get all dressed up...)
(You really are a hopeless princess)
Standing there in a wedding dress, she is too vulnerable.
A claw can shred her in an instant.
Jude: "You really an idiot. Are you really ready to get married to me?"
At that moment, a mild-looking man with long hair and glasses appeared.
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(....It's this guy)
Man in glasses: "Well done, my fellow lovers, for you have come this far."
Amor: "My name is Amor. I am the representative of this Amour, the servant of love who will make your love eternal."
(....Is this guy actually crazy?)
The man shamelessly makes stupid remarks with exaggerated gestures.
It's beyond creepy and gives me goosebumps.
(I could put him to sleep right now so that he doesn't talk....)
(But I want to torture you first for all the trouble you've caused me)
It reminds me of the investigation report I read on the way here.
('Lovers are likely to be dosed with some kind of poison after they have made their vows')
So then-----
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(Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth...poison for a poison, I guess)
Amor: "Now those who truly love each other need not make vows."
Amor: "For pledging you eternal love...you may close your eyes and kiss each other."
Kate: *gulps*
Kate's breathing stammers in confusion.
(You're so upset, even though we're actually not going to do it)
I caught Kate's impatient chin with my finger.
When I pulled her closer, Kate's eyes widened, as if they are about to fall out.
Kate: "Ah....."
Jude: "Mm."
(I raised her face, and came as close as possible to make them believe we're actually kissing)
Kate's cheek gradually turned red.
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(Ha....?)
(Did you actually think I was gonna kiss you?)
I stare in disbelief at her quivering lips.
While confused and impatient,
Kate still closed her eyes shut, as if she was ready.
(....Tch)
(I didn't think she is this much of a softie)
-----FLASHBACK-----
Kate: "I'm sure people don't think that if you get married and say your vows to God and everyone around you, your love will just disappear forever."
Kate: "But...that's why we tell each other that we want to protect each other."
Kate: "If there were a memory of a vow made together and it seems impossible to keep."
Kate: "I would feel like not giving up, keep trying."
----FLASHBACK ENDS-----
Such beautiful things makes me want to throw-up.
But I'm sure that beautiful thing is true in her world.
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(You fucking stupidly honest, good-natured..)
(You hard-working princess who seem to believe wholeheartedly in disgusting beautiful things)
(Even if it's a joke....it's not funny for a woman like her to swear that she will be with me forever)
I envy those who have been able to have a beautiful life.
I have a desire to destroy it.
Jude: "....Why are you closing your eyes?"
Kate: "Eh....?"
Her eyes open to look at me.
Jude: "You're such an idiot."
I looked into her eyes as I put my lips on hers.
Kate was stunned, trembling, and looking at me in disbelief.
Kate: "Mm....Ah...."
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Jude: "...Heh, what's with that look?"
(Once you learn from his, you will reflect on it a little)
Amor: "I now pronounce you husband and wife....and hereby make your love eternal."
Amor: "Now pour this wine into each other's lips."
With an ostentatious gesture, Amor took out two wine glasses.
Jude: "Is this what makes love eternal?"
Amor: "Yes, please."
Undoubtedly, this wine is poisoned.
(Heh, nice smile)
(It only gets me more excited to look forward to seeing that smile crumble once I start my game)
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Jude: "Now that I think of it, I have a return gift for you guys for your hospitality."
Amor: "...Ha?"
I threw the entire wine in my glass into Amor's face.
The poison is dripping all over his face and easily seeps through the mucous membranes of his eyes and nose.
Amor: "Huh?...What...Arghh...!?"
Immediately, Amor is uncharacteristically distraught and rushes to the shelves by the altar.
Kate: "What is he doing....?"
Jude: "Probably looking for an antidote."
Kate: "....Antidote....?"
Kate was quick to pick up that the wine offered to us was poisoned.
Her face turns pale.
Kate: "How did you know?"
Jude: "I just happened to read the investigation report beforehand."
Kate stares at me in disbelief. Her face says 'I didn't know that'.
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(Of course you wouldn't know anything because I didn't tell you)
(If I did, you would be on the edge, panicking all the time)
Ignoring her gaze, I walk over to Amor, who takes what appears to be a medicine bottle from the cupboard.
Before he could open the lid, I grabbed his wrists and twisted it.
Jude: "You get to make others suffer but when it's your turn, you're running away..."
Jude: "Now, how is that fair?"
Amor: "Nn....Nnn....!"
(I could have been more outrageous)
(Say something, or the poison will get to you)
Amor: "Please! Please spare my life.....I'll do anything. Anything!"
Jude: "Anything? Nice. Then sign a contract with me."
Jude: "A contract to serve me until the day you die. What do you say?"
When he nodded his head, I released his wrist.
Amor, looked comically flustered, opened the lid of the medicine bottle, and swallowed its contents.
(Good, now go to sleep)
I poked his forehead.
My ability forces people to go to sleep when I poke their forehead. Amor closes his eyes and goes into a deep dream.
Kate: "...What are you going to do with that man?"
Jude: "I still haven't decided yet."
I looked at Amor, who is lying on the floor.
(Probably dumping him on a cargo ship would be nice)
Kate: "Also....what happened to the followers?"
Jude: "They all are in a dream. Even the guy who was playing the organ, went away halfway through."
(For now, the mission is complete)
(I guess)
Seeing Kate sighing in relief, I sighed.
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Jude: "And you. Didn't you realise that you were about to sign the worse contract of your life?"
Kate: "Eh....?"
Kate blinks and tilts her head.
(Are you for real!?)
(Don't tell me you already forgot what happened earlier!?)
(This woman is such a...! How were you able to survive this long!?)
Jude: " 'Closing your eyes and kissing each other to pledge your eternal love..' "
Jude: "You closed your eyes...were you dying to get married to me and get tortured for the rest of your life?"
It took about five seconds for Kate to process what I was talking about.
Interestingly, her face upto her neck, turned completely red.
Kate: "T-That's...I-I thought we needed to kiss to create an opening....!"
Jude: "If we had put our faces together close enough, it would make it look like we're actually kissing. That's what I intended to do."
Kate: "So then....why did you kiss me?"
Kate: "You could've...just...did what you just said....."
Jude: "Of course it was because I was curious to see what kind of stupid face you'd make."
(It was a small punishment for a foolish princess who was easily ready to give her promises)
Jude: "Rest assured. I didn't intend to close my eyes."
Kate: "I didn't close my eyes because I was dying to pledge my eternal love to you or anything....!"
Jude: "Oh yeah?"
Kate was at a loss for words, still trembling and her face was red.
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(Honestly, this frustrated face is the cutest thing I've ever seen)
Jude: "You're not fit to be a bride at all."
Kate: "I'm glad that I'm unfit."
If I tell her how far she would survive in this world...
I only can imagine seeing this face contorted in despair and unable to speak beautiful things.
(....I don't know why but)
Seeing her image standing and staring down at this shitty world----
Just makes my stomach churn.
Story // Bitter END // Epilogue
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myszumizu · 2 years
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Hello I saw that your box was open and would like to request a either noctyx or luxiem accidental relationship reveal.
Where reader or the members accidentally reveal their relationship on stream. I like the cute reactions of the boys getting flustered or shocked.
Hope you like it
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THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING <33 , and thank you guys for the support on my last post!! I CANT BELIEVE THERE WAS OVER A HUNDRED LIKES! THANK YOUUUUU!
gn!reader, fluff
HOW NOCTYX WOULD ACCIDENTALLY REVEAL YOUR RELATIONSHIP
ALBAN
. it just slipped out
. while alban tries his absolute best to keep your relationship hidden, he would eventually let the cat out of the bag
. happens when y’all were doing a collab
. probably when playing minecraft
. it was nighttime and you two were still out doing whatever
. you came into contact with a zombie and because you had just respawned, you did not have any of your loot and could not defend yourself
. “ALBAN, HELP! THERE’S AN UGLY ZOMBIE HITTING MEEEE!”
. “OMG, BABE! NOOOOO! HOW DARE YOU KILL MY LOVE!”
. yeah, you died
. and alban just revealed your relationship
. double fucked
. chat goes wild and the mods are panicking behind screen
. “alban you idiot.”
. “eh? what?”
. “YOU JUST REVEALED OUR RELATIONSHIP!”
. after a bit of processing, alban goes “OH SHIT.”
. he panics and gets all red-faced
. cue you hitting alban with your fists
. but it all turned out alright
. now alban can call you babe whenever he wants
. that’s a win i guess
FULGUR
. the moment y’all got together, he would have already dropped hints about your relationship
. acts like you two are a married couple 24/7
. chat asks a lot if you two are together but fulgur always gives an ambiguous answer
. but one fateful day, the truth is revealed
. you were over at fulgur’s house just to chill
. he had a stream scheduled
. while he was streaming, you were in the background on your phone
. suddenly, you had to get up to go get something
. as you were walking, you accidentally tripped and fell with a thud
. obviously, this alerted your boyfriend and he instinctively turned to find you on the ground, groaning in pain
. without hesitation, he goes, “oh god baby are you alright?”
. to which you replied, “yeah yeah i’m fine.”
. right after you said that, you realised what you’ve just done
. chat heard your voice and within seconds, the entire chat is flooded with comments
. “oh fuck, you’re streaming fulgur.”
. “shoot.”
. tries to change the topic but fails miserably because he’s so flustered
. the suspicions were confirmed
. [name] x fulgur is real
. “hehe, sorry [name] but now everyone knows you’re mine.”
. oh fulgur, they knew LONG ago
SONNY
. now, chat doesn’t suspect that you two are “together together”
. but they do suspect that there is some hidden feelings going on behind that screen
. i think how sonny would reveal your relationship would be by pure accident
. sonny was about to begin a stream
. however, he left his mic unmuted
. a very common mistake made by many streamers
. you just so happened to be at his house
. and you were also unaware of the fact that sonny had left his mic unmuted
. you were bringing food and water to sonny before his stream started
. “handsome taichou, here’s your food.”
. “ah, thank you love.”
. chat instantly recognises your voice
. chat overload
. at this point, you guys were still oblivious to everything happening
. “[name], can you give me a quick kiss before i officially start the stream?”
. obviously you give him the kiss
. when sonny started the stream, he was puzzled as to why the chat was so active
. after reading through the comments, he mentally facepalmed
. “[n-name], i left my mic unmuted. chat heard everything.”
. well, now you don’t have anything to hide
. good job sonny
UKI
. definitely reveals it when y’all stream
. okay so, most, if not all, of the nijisanji en members (professor included hehe) would have already known about your relationship
. you were doing another among us mega-collab and you were the imposter along with elira and reimu
. the only imposter left was you and you had already killed someone else, meaning you only had to eliminate one other person in order for you to win
. you had been following uki around for quite some time, waiting for the cooldown
. when it finally cooldowned, you went straight for the kill
. the game ends and all of you come together again
. uki is malding
. “[NAME], FUCK YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? IM YOUR BOYFRIEND! HOW COULD YOU, YOU CHEATER!”
. everyone goes dead silent
. “oh wait shit. nononononono.”
. “uki…”
. suddenly, everyone bursts out laughing, leaving a stunned you and an embarrassed uki
. after a few seconds, both you and uki regain your composure
. “okay [name], now that EVERYONE knows, can we fu-“
. “uki.”
. of course we can uki
YUGO
. his would be a very unique case
. at least i think it’s unique
. yugo was busy composing yet another song that was inspired by you
. now, he was writing the lyrics based off what he felt
. he was streaming this as well and didn’t notice that the lyrics he wrote was basically telling the tales about your relationship
. the lyrics were very genuine
. no names were mentioned until something unexpected happened
. “ah thank you for the superchat! ‘i really like the lyrics to this song! was there any inspirations?’ [name] of course! this was all about them!”
. yugo was so excited to talk about you he didn’t process what he said
. he continued to talk before finally realising that he had just revealed your relationship
. his eyes widened and he immediately went, “WAIT THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”
. too late yugo, chat already knows
. “AHH [NAME], IM SORRYYYY!”
. you were already in chat and took in a deep sigh
. you joined the call and hear a sniffling yugo
. “it’s okay yugo, now we don’t have anything to hide.”
. yeah it’s alright yugo
. now chat knows how much you love [name]
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mosscloakenthusiast · 5 months
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MCYT Yuri week day 1 - dance/break
[for the full experience, this song is what the pianist is playing, and i think it's quite nice so go give it a listen while you read. it took me half the time i spent on this to pick what song to use so indulge me give a listen]
[also posted on my ao3! ]
Someone’s playing piano in the house. It’s soft, and clunky, and honestly half the notes are wrong. Bekyamon doesn’t quite understand music, not properly, honestly it seems quite complicated, and when she runs across the piano full speed it’s seen as a nuisance, so frankly the fact that humans can get away with doing basically the same thing is more than rude.
But, despite all of this, Bek is drawn out of the fight club, to at least stand in the middle of the attic and try and absorb some of the fanciness of it. El would probably like this, after all. She’s pretty easily swayed by that sort of argument.
And, speak of the devil, Eloise has also been drawn out by the music, apparently. El’s listening quite intently. Which catches Bek’s attention, if for no other reason than. Well. She’s pretty. Bek’s easy enough to please.
And, Bek not quite looking away fast enough, El catches their gaze, holding it a second too long.
“See I thought you’d claim to be too cool for music, Bekyamon.” She’s smiling, never quite serious. Somehow she’s got paint stuck in her fur, painting a rainbow across her face. 
“I am too cool for music but, hey, if a lovely lady such as yourself is so invested in it, I can’t blame you.” Bek sidles closer, taking her chances. “Especially one looking rather charming covered in paint.”
“Oh the- Yeah. I got really into my painting, and completely lost track of time.”
“Can I see it?”
“Not until it’s done. It’s a whole lot of nothing right now mate, to be honest.”
“Something enough to get paint everywhere though?” 
“I guess.” El falls quiet, once again seemingly absorbed in the piano music. Bek thinks, as much as she loves talking, maybe now is a moment to hush. Let the rat think. Whatever it is she’s so focused on.
She’s following the music, nodding her head in time with the beat, humming occasionally. They’re not far from a window, and light from the moon streams it, hitting El’s back, and almost making her glow. Bek thinks that’s a bit cliché, even more so to tell her, so instead goes for something which arguably is worse. She gently grabs El’s paw. Now she might have really fucked this, but she’s a rat of many talents, namely being incredibly bold and punching good, so not much in the world could stop her right now.
“What’s on your mind?” She asks, trying not to reveal how much her own head is filled entirely with the Eloise in front of her.
“The music isn’t right. They’ve skipped a couple notes, and it’s really getting on my nerves. It’s not meant to be a waltz, it’s really a more consistent rhythm.”
“You know the song?” Of course she knows the song. Why wouldn’t a rat born from aristocracy know every single song. Bek decides to pretend she doesn’t find that really sweet.
“I used to hear it played a lot by my old bin. Someone nearby loved it. It's called, uh-” And El freezes, suddenly all attention on Bek, eyes that Bek could fall into forever. “Don’t laugh.”
Bek, risktaker, grabs El’s other paw. “I wouldn't. Well, I might, but only because you’re quite pretty.”
“It’s called, uh, What Falling In Love Feels Like.”
Oh. uh, “Oh. is it- would you say it’s accurate?”
“I’m not sure I know enough about love.”
Of course. Killer blow. The musician plays a note that horribly clashes and Bek crashes herself back down to Earth.
“Maybe…” El hasn’t made any effort to remove her paws from the other’s grip, “Maybe you could show me?”
Bek does stifle a giggle, if just because she’s being sent on a bloody roller coaster right now. “Show you what falling in love feels like? How would I do that, besides my general charms and nice face, eh?”
“Someone told me at some point it was like dancing. Would you- care to dance?”
“I won’t promise to be good-”
“Oh you’re a fighter, it’s the same skill set really.” El says, clearly having made up her mind, and she pulls Bek properly flush to her, and begins to step in time with the waltz, counting under her breath. Bek has to rip her eyes away from El’s to watch their feet, match the rhythm, not completely trample the rat she has a crush on who just asked her to show her what falling in love felt like. Which is in itself a crazy situation. So she’s not going to fuck it up by stepping wrong.
And it is a bit like fighting, in terms of following your partner’s movements reverently, leaning when they lean, saying when they sway. Bek risks spinning El, twirling her and then grabbing her hand again, and El seems delighted, as small specks of paint fly off her face.
“You look beautiful.” Bek admits, painstakingly honest compared to her usual advances.
“So do you, actually. I think-” El cuts herself off, focusing again on the dance, resting her head on Bek’s chest. “I- you’re-” “Don’t worry about that right now, eh? Dance with me. Worry about that later.” 
“Will you be here, later?” “Not planning on going anywhere, am I?”
“In which case, I’m going to teach you how to do this properly.”
“I thought I was doing a great job!” El laughs, and it’s like the sun. Yes it’s the middle of the night. Allow Bekyamon some dramatics. 
And they dance as long as the pianist plays, and Bek does get kind of good at it! She swears! And it’s comfortable, and nice, and Bek tries her absolute hardest to ignore her heart going a mile a minute in her chest. 
It’s nice. And Bek is decidedly less shit at dancing by the end of it. And maybe El is somewhat a little bit in love. That would be nice. No promises though.
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maevearcher · 2 months
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As long as it's an AU - Maeve - (3)
I absolutely hate it about myself how quickly I get discouraged by the littlest touch of wind, how easy it is to close those gates back and crawl into my hole again at the first sign of vulnerability. But I guess I might as well treat this an an exercise in resilience, so, come on, finish this.
One thing I never actually realized, being new to this and all, is that everything I've written so far in here, on this page, namely part 1, and part 2, is a big fat AU. Okay? okay. A.k.a. living in my own world, eh, so be it.
so lemme go on
after she rejoins him at his new suite, things change a bit between them, he sees her a bit differently and feels more comfortable around her
also, she realizes she, um, cares more for him that she herself realized, and is less defensive around him
he remains involved in the investigation, but from the shadows, so as Light and everyone else buy into his death and lower their guard
the case progresses as it does in the normal universe, I guess (I'm only focusing on her POV at this time, and her place is not to question decisions and strategies, but to help him as she can, routine work, surveillance, papers, research....as well as life and the pressure on his shoulders)
when it's time for the final confrontation with Light, since everything is put in place strategically and since it was safe for Near to be there physically, L decides to add the final insult to injury and be there as well, revealing to Light that he did not, in fact, die in the first place.
Light orders Mikami to write all their names in the death note, but L tries to break Mikami mentally, showing him how Kira is no god...
Mikami's mind snaps and, seeing how he cannot kill them with the note, he draws a gun and manages to shoot once before being taken down, shoots at L.
Maeve jumps in front of L to protect him, takes the shot (but, sly girl, she's wearing a bulletproof vest, perhaps courtesy of Watari or something), so she ends up with just a bruise
But L is absolutely shocked that someone is willing not merely to risk their lives for him, for the purpose of justice, but to actually die for him, as a person, to save his individual life. And this marks the definite shift in his thinking, as he becomes willing to at least try to believe that not ALL people are cunning and deceitful, but that there MAY be...other feelings that await discovery.
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ecargmura · 5 months
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Paradox Live The Animation Episode 4 Review - BAE Ga Neomu Apeo (BAE Is Really Hurting)
What’s this? The BAE depression episode? Yep, it seems to be that way. Very ‘BAE apeo’ indeed (This is a pun because BAE is their group name. BAE is slang for Baby, but in Korean, it’s a word that can either mean ‘boat’, ‘pear’ or ‘stomach’; the word I used for the pun means stomach. Apeo means ‘hurts/it hurts’ in Korean; Bae apeo means ‘my stomach hurts’ in technicality, but since this group’s name is BAE, I made it so that it means ‘BAE is hurting’—haha, all that time learning Korean in my childhood paid off). Puns aside, I am surprised Bae gets another focus episode this soon when Akan Yatsura has yet to take the main spotlight; I was expecting AKYR to be the focus too.
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Also, the way the competition is formatted seems a bit confusing. Despite BAE winning against cozmez and TCW losing against AKYR, BAE and TCW were up against each other. Is this a round robin sort of tournament? If anyone who’s familiar with Paradox Live, please explain this to me.
This episode is about BAE vs TCW, but we don’t hear any songs from them. Instead, it’s Hajun being a shit towards the “enemy”, so Ryu retaliates back by being a shit to him, albeit unconsciously. After this, the rest of the episode gets pretty gloomy as Hajun, Allen and Anne decide to talk about their traumas that trigger their trap reactions in hopes that it will solidify their friendship and help get to know each other even better.
All of their traumas have one thing in common: terrible parents. Allen’s issues stem from his parents grooming him into becoming a prodigal classical musician when he wants to be a hip hop musician. Anne’s issues are due to their mother wanting them to become her perfect prince; this flashback reveals that Anne is biologically male, but sees themselves genderless. Hajun’s issues trace back to his childhood where he was adopted into the Yeon conglomerate as an heir, but when his parents were able to conceive a biological child, they send him away now that they don’t need him anymore. They all have something in common, which is something they’re able to bond over now that they know what bothers them. But still, having controlling parents must be terrible. I’m grateful that my parents are supportive of my dream of being a writer and being a bookworm in general; in fact, despite them being Asian, they were always supportive of the dreams I had for the future when I was younger. All I want is to hug all three BAE members.
I have to say, the bond between Allen and Hajun seems very deep. They met when Hajun decided to shield him from the rain. It makes me wonder if they had been classmates before or something since Hajun was willing to share his umbrella. It seems as if Allen and Hajun met and then they met Anne later on. Allen’s emotional speech really got to me. I can tell he really cares about Hajun. Also, his voice actor’s English is amazing. I’m not sure if Gakuto Kajiwara had lived abroad before, but that English pronunciation is AMAZING. Ayumu Murase’s Korean pronunciation isn’t perfect, but it’s good enough. The way he said “jenjang” (S***) was a bit eh, but when he said “gomawoyo” (thank you), it was a lot better. I guess it all really depends on deliverance because it’s hard to spew out a word you’re not familiar with really fast and in anger too.
Since it was a BAE episode, TCW doesn’t get too much focus. I did feel bad when Hajun called their music expired. Like, I love you Hajun, but please stop being a shit towards the cute family. While getting called dated did rile them up, TCW decides to try their best with the competition because they want to keep the bar afloat.
It sucks that no new songs have been featured in this episode. I do wonder who won in this match up. I guess it’ll be revealed next episode. I believe AKYR will be the stars of next week’s episode as the episode title was shrouded in yellow, which is their color. I can’t wait since I’m super curious about them. What are your thoughts about this episode? And with that, I’ll see myself out for that bad pun.
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armchairaleck · 8 months
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Twin Peaks/Dragon Prince thoughts
Okay so I was never going to write a post that combined two of my sorta diametric interests - namely The Dragon Prince cartoon and Twin Peaks, even tho I've low key considered it.. but then they literally put out a fricken dream scene with Viren, Kpp’Ar, Sparklepuff and Opeli explicitly mirroring Twin Peaks.. so now I guess I will ramble on for a long time about this despite not really having anything sensible to say…
First up – massive spoilers are ahead for both Twin Peaks and TDP Season 5… Twin Peaks is in my view one of the most weird and interesting television shows ever made - like it's very David Lynch, so I guess you'd have to like that vibe - BUT if you haven’t seen it and are at all interested in watching it, and don’t want very essential plot elements spoilt please don’t read below this cut.. IT WILL SPOIL STUFF!
Not sure anyone will be left at this point, but a very condensed speed run of the twin peaks plot for the sake of drawing out some parallels later:
Laura Palmer is found murdered in her small home town where a veritable list of ner do well characters who are possible suspects also reside. Call in special agent Dale Cooper to solve the crime, so far, so police procedural…
This is when the plot starts to go a little left field - as well as the drug smuggling, illegal casino, insurance swindles, arson, doubling crossing, false murders, real murders, faked deaths, real deaths that are just part of everyday life in this quaint little rural US town, a portal exists to a place called the red room or the waiting room and to the white and black lodges which by and large represent forces of ‘good’ and ‘evil’ and hold within them certain denizens who might help or hinder, or just be completely bizarre and unintelligible depending on their inclinations...
One of the evil denizens is Bob - Bob is pretty much the representation of pure evil, he possesses people and encourages them to fill his own base desires.
After a certain amount of investigation the original crime is solved, the presence of Bob and the lodges is revealed and the show gets a whole lot weirder as it moves through the rest of the second series and the third (set 25 years later)
At the end of season 2 the good Dale Cooper goes into the red room and gets stuck in there while an identical version of Cooper emerges but this one not so wholesome and possessed by Bob.
There’s a lot more to it, but I’ll get into the relevant points and possible, tho probably very tentative TDP parallels as they come up.
Anyway to break it down.. in the short scene we see we have Kpp’Ar - here I believe framed mirroring the role of the one armed man, Mike, he could also be framed as the giant theoretically but given the arm/bandage motif I’m going to say he’s the one armed man..
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The one armed man used to run with Bob until he saw the light and changed his ways, and he cut off his arm to do this a little drastic perhaps? because he had a tattoo on the arm that linked him to Bob. So a possible parallel here to Kpp’Ar having also realised his dark magic/blood tie with an ancient evil entity and trying to rid himself of it through cutting it out of his arm, go, go my guy. The one armed man acts as one of several pretty obtuse guides for good Cooper in the show.
Will Kpp’Ar come back and do this for Viren? Eh probably not, I can’t even speculate on that sort of thing, so let’s leave that parallel there.
Right, Sir Sparklepuff also gets a little cameo as the the arm/the man from another place.. a cryptic clue giver who speaks unintelligibly and also has some natty dance moves..
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So the arm is a fairly ambiguous character, he hangs with the evil denizens, he hangs in the waiting room, he helps, or he doesn’t, it’s pretty vague.. he is the part that was cut out to remove the evil influence, but I’m not sure where that could go if anywhere… Onto Viren, who is framed taking the role of FBI agent Dale Cooper, Cooper goes into the red room for good reasons, he wants to save his girlfriend Annie… unfortunately he doesn’t and instead he gets stuck in there while his doppelganger possessed by Bob escapes and goes on to run merry havoc for the next 25 years…
Bad Cooper is a corrupted figure who can give corpse face Viren a run for his money annnd… he also has black eyes… nice…
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This is just how your eyes go when you're evil.. so err.. stay good kids
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On the other hand it does look like you have a lot more fun going feral
Meanwhile the good version of Cooper has to escape from the waiting room, and trust me, it takes a long time…
Then we have Opeli as the log lady.. now the log lady, also called Margaret Lanterman, we are given to believe was once abducted as a child by aliens (there’s a pretty strong interest in conspiracy type stuff in twin peaks without it ever completely leaning in and going there, well I guess it does, let’s just say there are a lot of things beneath the surface) Margaret grows up just fine though, but on the eve of her wedding night to a fireman there is a fire in the woods, and hubby to be goes and gets himself killed fighting the flames. Margaret takes a log from the scene and caries it round with her ever after with it being heavily implied that the spirit/soul of her almost husband is in there and passes her messages with regards to some of the goings on in the town.
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Hey Opeli guess what? Rayla's breaking into Viren's study... ahem..
Like anyway why did Opeli get this role? I have no idea, she's the only available female character?? Anyway Opeli says backwards the line - the jelly tart you like is going to come back in style.. the log lady does not say this in the show, but there is a pivotal scene where all the murder suspects in the Laura Palmer case are gathered together and the guilty party is approached by a white lodge denizen and told that gum you like is going to come back in style.. that's how they find out whodunnit.
So the premise of Twin Peaks is that the guilty party is also shown to be possessed by evil entity Bob and it raises some interesting questions within the fandom regarding an individual’s culpability for their crimes or whether the possession was the root cause of them and I feel like I can’t really dance around it anymore so I will say again if this show sounds interesting and you want to watch it unspoiled with regards to the murder STOP READING HERE.. also I will be going onto the darker themes of the show and you are warned they are kinda dark…
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Right okay it was her father, Laura’s father, Leyland, possessed by Bob raped and abused her for several years and then murdered her and others when it became clear she knew it was him.
Now every time Laura was abused in the show she sees the face of Bob not her father. There is debate whether this is trauma projection, whether it is in fact evil entity Bob controlling the father’s actions… I mean there’s a lot of interesting stuff to go into, but I won’t, because I only want to look at the possession angle here.
Okay, onto the topic of possession and free will, specifically with regards to Viren and also dark mages in general.. so we have seen Aaravos possess Callum explicitly, based on one use of dark magic, whether he was able to do this due to Callum’s proximity to the mirror... not sure? He also possesses Viren very obviously on a couple of occasions, but they also have the blood tie... so it's likely that dark magic allows Aaravos to exert his influence on those who practise it as has been explored by others.
Anyway there is another factor I have kinda been low key wondering about - whether the staff of Ziard has certain possession/persuasion potential.. now I’m not going to come out and say the staff holds sway over Viren and tells him what to do because this puts a certain absolution on Viren’s actions that I don’t think is justified by the narrative BUT I do also think it would be kinda cool if Aaravos with his links to the stars and future predictions had a way of seeing what might happen and engineering his own deliverance through the push/pull of the staff.
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Not betting any hard cash on this theory...
We don’t know when Viren first gets the staff, I have to re-watch that dream sequence and possibly wait for puzzle house because I have at least some thoughts it might be what Claudia finds in there.. but he doesn’t have it in the Puzzle House pages I’ve seen and he does before Magma Titan because he takes it with him..
So... I don’t know if there is a slim possibility that while the staff might not possess a mage it might subtly lead them towards an end goal - slaying an archdragon say, who holds the mirror window into Aaravos’s prison, and thereby allowing the dark mage to come into possession of said mirror and thereby setting the whole train of freeing Aaravos in motion..
Now fine, this is a bit of a stretch, could easily be Viren is simply fuelled by his desire to kill a dragon out of revenge/hubris a desire to rekindle his relationship with Harrow (ahem) but I kinda like the idea that there is a very subtle pull leading him in that direction through the staff, and Aaravos does at least seem pleased to notice that staff in his possession, while Viren visibly shies from it throughout much of s4…
This could mirror a little with the possession/influence themes of Twin Peaks - there is a ‘good’ Cooper and a ‘bad’ Cooper, but they are really the same Cooper and it is the flaws in the good that allow for the evil influence of the bad to take hold - Cooper has a weakness for trying to save women in peril, it gets him in trouble… Viren seems to have a weakness for power and doing anything for his family, however dangerous, however vile - personally I don’t really like to read stuff purely in terms of a good/bad white/black dichotomy.. but I do like character flaws leading to the wrong path and imperilling your soul.
This all inclines me towards the Aaravos is pure evil and the Prometheus and even Lucifer stuff was just a bit of a tease. In Twin Peaks the unleashing or at least the amplification of evil in the world is linked very explicitly in one episode to the dropping of the atomic bomb, this is framed as a cataclysmic event during which mankind press the button on their own potential annihilation...
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s3 episode 8 - I don't think will ever be surpassed for am I hallucinating or is there something very weird on my tv at 4am vibes
I know there have been some links between dark magic and nuclear power parallels made by other people but I can’t remember the details and it has always been something I’ve kinda chewed around a bit without having any specific thoughts or beliefs on, other than ouch corruption looks a lot like radiation burns… but I can see an analogy for something that is created to both serve humanity giving us a fairly unlimited power source, while also giving us the ability to pretty much obliterate ourselves and the planet which - tbh best not to think about how close that has already been...
Dark magic is clearly a force that can be used to benefit humanity, healing, feeding 100,000 people etc, etc.. but it is also being lined up as something that holds its own peril, that probably isn’t a power to be wielded by inconsistent, unreliable and sleep deprived humans, and it’s been given to them by Aaravos? Like I think that has not yet been explicitly stated in cannon but the signs are all there.. so hmmm..
Anyway all told this has led me down quite a few lines of thinking that I don’t really have any definitive conclusions for because they are by definition not issues that can be neatly tied up with a bow... at least not by me.
Then Viren is pretty much comatose for the rest of the season much like Coop/Dougie is season 3 of Twin Peaks.. rip my guy...
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Viren having the standard reaction of anyone trying to work out wtf is going on in Twin Peaks
Anyway I have never seen any fellow Twin Peaks fans out in the Dragon Prince wilds, but if you’re out there please come and rip this to shreds if you want.. I have a sieve like memory and I’m usually pretty wrong about most stuff, plus I wrote this after 4 hours sleep due to the drop time, sooo please excuse any mistakes...
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(@lightofunova) A flurry of brilliant white flames comes into your vision, swirling together until they form a sparkling scroll on old parchment. Unraveling it reveals old text stamped with flowers at the bottom of the letter. Though it seems almost impossible to read, the text begins to shift and translate itself for you!
“Dearest guest,
You are cordially invited to a night of fun and games at Lady Reshi’s request. Should you wish to attend please come to my tower and bring your finest sleepwear. We will have plenty of entertainment, food, and more for you to indulge yourself in. I eagerly await your arrival.
Reshiram”
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Rimi shows a letter to Noelle.
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Eh? I don't understand what it say-
It seems the text is starts to magically translate to her native language.
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Oh, a sleepover? Like...a slumber party? We should wear...like PJs or somethin'?
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Definitely. Girls slumber!
She yells with passion.
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Hell yea! And no Edie!
She makes a smug smile.
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Oh, Edin. He'll stay here on this part of Unova. Make sure he's not gonna do any trouble.
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Yea, he's responsible after all... I guess...
Noelle nods with being unconfident about Edin.
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So, where we go? It seems there's a Reshiram signature. According to legends, she was a Legendary and resided in Dragonspiral Tower with Zekrom.
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I mean, not in our universe. Also the name "Reshi"... did we met in gala recently?
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Ah, yea, the 'mon in human disguise. I hope lots of things happened in her life.
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Yea, and she had an egg. Seems she havin' a child now.
It seems the girls got lost in thought after that. They're now changing the topic.
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Oh, oh! We should think who we wanna see...
Rimi and Noelle had a discussion on who they want to see here. They mentioned a couple of familiar names.
The girls has been preparing for the sleepover.
[ @lightofunova ]
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Some Of My Favorite Cool Staging Choices in NPMD: a ramble, by me!
(is "staging" the right term? idk I wasn't a theater kid)
this will contain spoilers, which you can probably guess since it will be tagged as such.
When we see Richie getting attacked in the cold open, he's facing the audience; when it happens again (haha whoops) he's facing away from the audience & we get to see his attacker. idk man I just think the change in perspective is rad lol
Richie and Ruth taking the stage first for "High School Is Killing Me" because they're the ones who... y'know. (rip 💀)
when that first curtain thing lifts and reveals the rest of the stage 👌🏻
when Steph is trying to get Pete to help her cheat on the test the spotlight on them also lights up Grace before she butts in and gets them in trouble (foreLIGHTENing eh? eh?)
the rotating nerd huddle in "Literal Monster" brings me so much joy like Yes, put those nerds on a giant Lazy Susan and watch 'em go
the nerds sneaking along in the background when Max is singing
the bit with Miss Tessberger (sp?) leaving and returning to the stage from the opposite side
just everything about Pete & Steph's phone call. everything.
the stage going almost completely dark at the end of "Cool As I Think I Am" is fucking epic ok it's such a cool transition. also Max's "I bring light to darkness" and the lighting changes for that. they're both so cool
the bathtub prop. it just looks like it was fun to make. :)
when Steph is talking to Ruth & Richie and then she just turns and they're sneaking into the bathroom. it's like a movie transition in my brain. (also Mariah's little jump like she's trying to look into a stall is adorable)
NERDY PRUDES GOING TO THE WAYLON (sp?) PLACE MY BELOVED 💙 1. walking around the orchestra pit is cool & it's a fun, slightly-more-distanced throwback to when they walk thru the audience in TGWDLM & BF; 2. cool blue lighting + silhouettes, need I say more; 3. the tattered background descending as they walk is fucking magical
it's technically not part of the show at all but i have to give a shoutout to the person near the camera who goes "oh? oh?" when Pete & Steph exchange their cute lil looks in the Waylon House 😂
Richie moving behind the tattered curtains with the camera. also I know it isn't visible but the knowledge that the skele'on costume glows in the dark gives me life. (and Steph giving Ruth a thumbs-up when she's scaring Max??? adorable)
did they blur the npmd logo and put it over Max as he's dying? i fuckin love it no joke
that row of lights onstage just silently clicking off before Max shows up to get Richie 💀💀💀 and then they slowly come back RED
wHEN THE REST OF THE CAST LINES UP TO SILENTLY STAND WITNESS FOR RICHIE'S DEATH 💀💀💀💀💀
the pauses in Jeff's announcement to let everybody groan after their name is called (Joey's "ouhh noo" gets me every time)
I haven't really mentioned choreography because idk how to talk about dancing but... "Hatchet Town" my beloved <3 (all of the choreography in the show is so fun & cool)
BBQ monologues!! the stage is a stage! (whoa, is this tgwdlm???) Love the brief single spotlight on Ruth when she goes on, and bonus points for the red, white, & blue lighting bc barbecues are intrinsically linked to the 4th of July in my brain (🇺🇲🔥)
when Grace is talking to Detective Shapiro I love how gray the stage goes, especially after how colorful the BBQ monologue was, like ugh <3 it makes it feel more serious and important like shit's about to get real (it is)
Officer Bailey (I think that's his name? i do not trust my ears) just angrily moving the chairs after Grace steals his gun and escapes custody 😂
obligatory Beanies Paulkins & HCB scene 2.0 mention <3
Pete sweetie you were just at a football game how did you mix it up with baseball you fuckin nerd (affectionate)
The Chair Mishap™ (I'm not sure but I think all 3 of them broke there, to varying degrees)
Max chasing Solomon off the stage is fun, loved that. (oh shit if he gets you next make it thr... four. you'll be four. or five, technically...? are we still counting Max? this point got derailed.)
the squad car! the lights up top, the brake lights, and also I love when the car turns and everybody just leans to the side (SiS is my favorite for this). also Max just nyooming by as Shapiro takes off is hilarious.
HOLDING COURT WITH THE VOID!!! the increasing whispers, the lighting, the LORDS APPEARING, holy SHIT
the white lights & fog during the slow-mo bullet scene idk it just makes it for me
the homecoming disco ball and the different spotlights are great :D
the group pose at the end of "Best of Me"
the colored lights & Lords laughing at the beginning of "Dirty Dudes" 🤩
okay! that's everything that caught my eye on my fourth watch, lol. obviously there are many many many more awesome little details and funny bits but I wanted to focus more on the set & staging type stuff. it's really cool and interesting to me, especially after Black Friday's glorious secret Wiggly.
if you read all of this I hope you had fun!!
if you didn't have fun, feel free to keep that fact to yourself! 👉🏻👉🏻
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I finished reading noragami, so some thoughts and ramblings, mostly abt stuff near the ending!
The manga was waaay better than I remember it being! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it, and may have actually binged the whole thing in like, four days oops. Yato is such a great character, Yukine is precious, and I feel like I'm liking Hiyori way more than I used to. Girl is basically a step away from becoming an ayakashi or straight up dead the entire series, but she's not letting that stop her AT ALL, while also keeping up with school well enough to become a doctor. I wish I could have attitude like that with my migraines asjdkflfk
I am surprised they were able to revive Hiyori. I had seen spoilers that Yato would make her his shinki, but I had managed to dodge the spoilers that she would just... go back to normal afterwards? A part of me kinda wishes she had remained a shinki, but that being said, I also cried my eyes out seeing the panels of everyone realizing they wouldn't be able to call her Hiyori anymore.
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It's so painful T_T
Tho it's probably for the best that she was revived, because there's nooo way at least Yato or Kofuku wouldn't have called her Hiyori within 24 hours. I feel like she may have been able to survive learning her real name similar to Kazuma, since she was super loved both by her family and by the gods and shinki who knew her.
I feel like they could've explained why Yato survived a bit more nicely than just "oh he and his demon pals went viral on social media". I feel like they could've at least explained him surviving with him bringing Hiyori to the hospital and people seeing him save her or something. Or have Amaterasu do something instead of her just basically chilling in the background the whole time. In general I guess the ending felt a bit lackluster in terms of Yato's development, since he didn't seem to gain much status as a god at all despite everything he did, but eh. It was a nice ending in the grand scheme of things. And definitely emotional T_T
Kazuma and Yato fighting together was soooo cool! I'm glad Kazuma survived, tho a part of me would've also kinda loved if he didn't lol. It would've been so tragic, but I guess Bisha wouldn't have made it then either. I did cry a bunch when it was kinda implied that Kazuma was dying.
I ALSO cried when they revealed that Yato and ayakashi!Yukine first fought at the exact place where Yato had buried Yukine's real body asdkfjghfdgkld. It was so painful. I love how they did it, because it was so clear during the fight that the place was somehow significant, but at least I would've never guessed WHY it actually was so important to Yato. AND then that followed up with the fact that spirit!Yukine was hanging out near the mail box at the start of the series because he wanted to send that last letter to his sister?????
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My poor heart asdkgjhdlkfgjd. The way Yukine's/Haruki's backstory was portrayed through the last parts of the manga was so great and SO painful.
I'mma end this with a couple random panels that really struck me with so much emotion while I was reading through the manga.
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Faerghus is based on Russia and Adrestia on Rome right? I can't tell why they made the agarthan language Russian. Is it some kinda big brain move to connect them like Ancient Greece and Rome are connected, or was that just a coincidence?
On another note, some nabatean names (among other things) are inspired by Celtic/Irish mythology so their language can even be old Irish.
In the end it depends on who you attribute Ancient Greece to. It could be the original of both of their cultures and they split off and did their own thing? Idk, we just don't know enough...
Eh...
I don't remember where I saw that post (maybe the dev interview from 2020?) but Faerghus's real life inspirations was a mix match between various "northern" "european" countries, idk, Fr-england-ssia or something like this.
While Adrestia has a coliseum and used to rule over "the world" a long time ago, Enbarr's current architecture is closer to the eastern part of the roman empire (that'd later be called the byzantine empire!) who... used way more greek than latin! IIRC in that same interview the devs said Adrestia was inspired by Germany and Italy? Italian inspirations (historical at least) are evident with the coliseum and Enbarr's palace (it has a crapton of mosaics in Nopes!) while the German ones can be spot through names of Adrestian characters and particles, and how squads are called.
I think the first historical nonsense that pissed me was about someone trying to fit ancient greece/rome in the Nabatean/Agarthan conflict - but reading too much about languages and irl parallels, while fun to honeypot, is ultimately a sterile debate when Japan has been known to use several languages/names in various video games because they sounded cool/exotic enough (Jugdral's Sigurd and Deirdre and Chulainn come to mind, but then Granvalle's knight squads made me learn the name of some colors in german!) - even if Agarthan units being named after ancient sages, and their titans - i mean giant robots - having an arte called "titanomachy" is pretty revealing on the aesthetic the devs wanted to give them, which is also all kinds of interesting when you take into account that Rhea is the only one of Sothis's kids who is named in this fashion - from her name we could guess she's an Agarthan, but no, Sothis named her youngest kid the Agarthan way?
Anyways, I thought about it for funsies in the original language post (rather, tags) to be something like aramaic, with an alphabet that would be so different from modern day Fodlan's alphabet that randoms who never thought those symbols might be letters would just, ignore it - but it's basically headcanon land.
If nabatean language came from Sothis, is it like "the blue sea star's language", or are they even communicating in "Nabatean" through words, can this language be vocalised by humans, is it like entish, or was it kept secret and only used between Nabateans like Tolkien's khuzdul?
Or, about Agarthans - maybe they used a certain language before being wiped out and shared it with those lizards and some other random humans, Sothis confined them underground, Enbarrians kept on using the Agarthan language and through centuries of usage it eventually branched to become the Enbarr language - and pissed to speak something even similar to the language of those beasts, Agarthans evolved their original language to the one we can now spot in Shambala?
#anon#replies#idk if it makes sense#usually i wouldn't think too much abotu comparing a fictional coutnry to its rl inspiration#even if some parallels sting like#uh Almyra#and Adrestia's leader suddenly sprouting a dubious rhetoric about people sekritly controling the world and hoarding gold#imagine Chilon being so pissed because he wrote the Illiad back then#and then some beast in what is now Enbarr found it and plays it in a random odeon like#no that's his!!!#Rhea being named 'Rhea' when ancient greek names are agarthans in nature is fascinating#like maybe Sothis wanted to break peace with them and picking her latest kid's name like this was supposed to be a sign of pacification?#i don't think we are supposed to see links between who is connected or not#i saw a stupid post early in 2020 basically saying nabateans were liek rome and stole tech from the greek agarthans#but dude#the tech Agartha had came from Sothis and the Nabateans word of god said so#if anyone has screenshots of Zanado hit me plz#I'd like to check the background#from what I rememeber we can spot ruins of aqueducts ?#I thought about aramaic bcs of Sothis and Seiros's religions#but maybe nabatean was something like akkadian?#damn now i'm imagining young!Cichol reading a bedtime story to even younger!Rhea and siblings#like the epic of one of their sibling and his human partner heavily inspired by the epic of gilgamesh#Enbarr being way more inspired aesthically by the eastern roman empire rather than the western one we keep on seeing everywhere was a choic#I still dig it though#FE16#nabatean stuff#sort of since we talk about their languages and it spiralled in me ranting about i don't even know what lol
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omg i keep thinking about how castin would look while fighting UGH.
but also i keep thinking about soft and worried castin. he’s been so open with us and pushed through emotions to tell us such deep and personal things before, i can’t wait for the baroness to do the same with him.
could we maybe get some headcanons on how castin would react to hearing about some trauma from the baroness for the first time? nothing specific in terms of the trauma so that it’s interpretable for each person, but how would he react? anger, sadness, etc etc?
hope you’re doing well, i love your writing so so so much!!!
Castin in a fight? Well, at least when he's sparring?
Shirtless. Sweaty. Serious. Growly voice when barking out orders. His eyes are hard as he scans around.
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You know it, Anon!
But a soft and worried Castin, eh? Sure! Let's give it a go! Also, I'm very happy that you enjoyed my writings. You made my day.
Emotional headcanons where the Baroness reveals a traumatic scene to a worried Castin
Let's set up the scene first: Castin and the Baroness have adapted to each other well, the communication between the two is growing stronger with every passing day, and they understand each other a lot more now.
But the stark difference in cultures and upbringing between them is still unavoidable, so when the Baroness casually shares how 'rigid' her upbringing was (think of cruel diet control by her governesses at the age of 10 & etc) while the two are walking through the gardens, Castin suddenly feels chilling. Despite how warm the day is.
Our man is lowkey in distress as he stares at his wife, who is distracted by freshly bloomed flowers.
"Babe... that's... that's not right. You know that right?"
"Hmm? Oh my. Why do you look so spooked Castin?"
Castin can't believe what he's hearing; can't bear that his wife is comforting him. He should be the one doing so!
He gently grabs her hand so they can sit at a nearby bench among the trees. Somewhere quiet and private for a much-needed talk.
"Castin, please. Why do you look so sad?"
"I've heard a lot of stories from the soldiers. Do you know that one of the ways that people cope with traumatic events is conditioning themselves to accept it as the norm? It's horrifying, but I guess that's human nature."
"An apt survival method if I ever hear one. But what is this about, husband? Is one of your soldiers struggling to adjust to civilian life?"
"No. No, baby. I'm talking about you."
"Me?"
The Baroness is genuinely surprised and confused. What traumatic events did she go through other than she became a hostage during the siege of the palace?
Seeing her expression honestly breaks Castin's heart. He had so many support groups, and so many people who loved him. People were there to help him pull through after the death of his mother and during the war. To now realise that his wife doesn't have that privilege? It's tragic.
"I'm really sorry to be the one who say this, but, sweetheart... you were abused as child."
"Abused? Don't be absurd, Castin. Every children within the Imperial Noble Households went through a set of rigorous upbringing. It's tradition. It's just how it is."
"Starving a child shouldn't be a lesson! That's cruel; simple as that. And I hate that the Empire normalises that."
The fact that the Baroness still couldn't grasp how horrible that was just made Castin burst into tears.
He'll cry for the loss of her childhood innocence. He'll lament for every time the love of his life was abused and isolated all in the name of traditions.
Because from now on, Castin is not gonna let her or any of their children suffer the same way and he'll fight against traditions themselves if he has to.
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A Clean Slate (Balkan x OC)
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I also have a request. Balkan x OC. Idc what happens in it, I just need him!
Another sunny day. Too bad I have to spend it working indoors.
“God I hate this place,” Rita groans from across the shop. “I can’t wait to get outta here!”
“Calm down, mi querida!” Valentina assures her. “You may not like it here, but some of us had to work hard to get here!” 
My coworker goes on complaining while I zone out and scrub the counter. Rita’s always complaining because of her position in the Jet gang. Apparently the Jets are a big deal, but I’ve never personally met them because I just moved from Brooklyn. My father’s in the police force and he transferred to the West Side, which meant I had to wipe a clean slate and start over with making friends. Turns out the goils of the West Side ain’t so friendly and instead of being social I’ve decided on keeping a steady job during summer vacation. Doc’s is the perfect place because Valentina needs all the help she can get.
I hear the door bangs open and a man wearing jeans and a white tank top steps in.
“Ey, Rita! Ya done woirk’n yet? We’s got business in ‘Hattan to deal with!” 
“Alright, alright.” Rita follows the brute out, strangely looking more bored than before.
Time slips by, only providing us with a few customers, and before I know it it’s already 5:30.
“Time to clock out, Lottie.” Valentina walks out from the back room holding the keys. “Don’t worry about the clean up. Tony’s stopping by to mop. Buenas noches!”
“Good night, Valentina.” I grab my purse and head into the cool summer night. The sun hasn’t set yet and a gorgeous collage of orange and pink spreads across the sky. I clutch my purse close and begin the walk home-
“Hey! Runaway coin!”
The clinking sound of metal draws my attention to a silver-colored coin rolling down the sidewalk. It nearly reaches the sewer until I step on it with my blue heel.
“Much obliged, doll!” A man jogs up from behind and kneels down to look for his coin. “Um, where’d it go?”
“Oh, sorry.” I lift up my foot to reveal the gleaming coin. “Here it is.”
The man keeps his face down as he retrieves his possession. What I don’t expect is for him to lean down to kiss my foot.
“Excuse me?” I jerk away. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Now the man stands up and I can see him. He’s wearing an olive-green shirt with the sleeves rolled up under a blue vest, along with dark jeans and sneakers. At first I think he’s too bizarre to trust, however the thankful expression on his face makes me reconsider.
“Sorry, doll. ‘S just that this coin means everything to me. Guess I overreacted.” He holds out a hand and we both shake, causing my heart to respond by racing much too fast than I’d like it to.
“You ain’t from here, are ya? I’d remember you if you were.”
I shyly shake my head and fidget with my purse. “No, I just moved from Brooklyn.”
“Brooklyn, eh? Well then let me be gentlemanly enough to officially welcome you to the West Side!” He gives me a quick salut. “Name’s Balkan, from the Jets.”
My breath catches and I step away. “Jets? That’s the gang everyone talks about. I heard some people were almost killed in a fight last month.”
Balkan pockets his coin and holds up a steady hand, eyeing me with a calm demeanor.
“Yeah, there were a few close calls. But that was before the peace agreement. You got nothing to worry about.”
I want to believe him, but my father’s teachings are spinning through my head.
“My father’s a police officer. If you do anything to me, he will find you.”
There’s a noticeable spark in Balkan’s eyes, something that imitates fear. But it only lasts a split-second. He steps a few feet back and holds his hands out for me to see.
“I’m unarmed, I swear. I don’t want you to feel unsafe. What’s your name?”
He knows his law procedures. This is how dad says criminals are supposed to stand when they’re arrested. Has he ever been arrested? Calm down, Lottie. He asked a decent question. 
“I’m Lottie.” My voice shakes a little. “Nice to meet you, Balkan.”
Balkan nods respectfully. “That’s a pretty name. If you want you can call me Marcus. That’s my real name, Marcus Jackson.”
I’ll have dad run a background check on him later.
“Since you’re new, would you want me to show you around?”
Keep calm, relax. He’s just being friendly.
“Um, maybe some other time? During the day?”
It’s strange how Balkan isn’t getting annoyed by my paranoid behavior. He’s been nothing but respectful, which is something I don’t expect from a gang member.
“I get that. Is your home nearby? I wanna make sure you get there safely.”
I inch further away towards the direction of home. “I’d rather not have you know where I live, if you don’t mind. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
Taking a deep breath, I swiftly walk past the now-stuttering Jet.
“What’s it gonna take for you to trust me?”
I keep walking. “In Brooklyn I learned to trust nobody. People are disappointing, they will take what they want and spread lies when they’re through with you.”
Now Balkan is walking to keep up. “I’m sorry that happened, but not everyone is like that. It doesn’t have to be too serious. I’ll start.” He clears his throat. “Hello, my name is Marcus. I come from a broken family because my own father left when I was 5. I met the Jet leaders Tony and Riff a few years ago, and since then I've become one-a the Jets’ best fighters. I know that sounds whacky to you, but to me the Jets are my family.”
His sad background sounds like lots of the cases dad talks about at home. He says delinquents are unpredictable. But this is the first time I’ve heard the other side of the story.
I stop walking and look at Marcus with a different perspective. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through that. We both have conflicted pasts, but that shouldn’t define the future. Would you, um, still be willing to walk me home?”
Dad’s going to kill me.
Marcus grins in delight and offers an arm. More gentleman than delinquent. “I’d luv to, Lottie.”
I take his arm and we resume walking. Another trait that surprises me is his smell. It’s mint. Like a fresh peppermint pattie.
“Why is your coin important to you?” Just keeping up the conversation.
“It was my old man’s. He gave it to me before he left, said a million-dollar fortune could be made out of a single coin.” Marcus shakes his head and laughs. “Some fortune now, huh?”
His unfaltering optimism is something to admire. “What is it you plan to do for a living after school?”
“Dunno, maybe something with mechanics. I’m pretty good with building things. Have you met Jackie yet?”
The name brings no familiarity. “No?”
“She works with me in the shop. Jackie’s Velma’s little sister.”
I grit my teeth. “I do know Velma. Her and Grazie are… interesting.”
Marcus chuckles. “Yeah, they can be a handful. Jackie ain't like that, though. She’s nice.”
I give him a questioning look. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you’re new here and I can tell you’s looking for friends. Am I right?”
Ok this guy’s growing on me. First he offers to take me home, now he’s taken interest in helping me fit in.
“Y-Yeah. I’m not too good at finding friends. Thank you.”
“No problem.” We turn the block and start walking down my street. “So what’s your plans for after school?”
I don’t wanna lie, but I feel that my planned career will make him feel embarrassed.
“Um, I’m looking into being a professor of anatomy.”
Marcus’ head swings to look at me with wild eyes. Here it comes. Go ahead, make fun of the weird, nerdy outcast newcomer-
“That’s amazing!”
What?
I stare at him. “You’re not upset?”
Balkan repeatedly shakes his head, still smiling. “Why would I be? That’s a top-notch job! You must be one smart cookie, Lottie!”
I slowly realize that my brain isn’t going to get me mocked. “Thank you! Normally people hear that and think it’s crazy for a woman to be teaching at a university.” I bite my lip. “That’s- that’s actually part of the rumors I had back in Brooklyn. The girls used to say I was less feminine for wanting to take up a man’s job.”
Balkan stops walking and puts a hand on my shoulder. Earlier my instincts would’ve been to kick his crotch and run, but now I’m not afraid anymore.
“Those bitches don’t know what they’re saying. They’s jealous because you’s smarter than them, Lottie. Being smart don’t mean you’s less feminine. In fact, lots-a guys admire a goil with brains.” A smile grows on his face. “I know ‘cause I’m one-a them.”
Oh God. Steady, Lottie. But it’s no use. The walls I’ve built to keep people out are cracking. How has this man been able to make me feel special when he literally just met me?
“Who are you, Marcus Jackson?” I whisper. “You show up chasing a coin, a complete stranger. And now you treat me like an actual person.” My body reacts by giving him a soft hug, one that Marcus accepts gently.
“You’s a real nice goil, Lottie. Anyone should treat you like one.” I hear him sigh. “I’m probably gonna get killed for this.”  Before I can ask Marcus pulls away and looks down at me with soft eyes. “Lottie, would you maybe wanna go out with me sometime? It don’t have to be much, just- Maybe as friends?”
It’s a good thing Marcus is still holding me because if he wasn’t I’d be crumbling to the floor.
“You mean that? An actual date?” I can’t hide my excitement. “No one’s ever asked before. Are you sure?”
The Jet boy’s eyes widen. “Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!”
Through my sudden happiness I feel tears beginning to form. “I’d luv to, Marcus. But first-” I give a small laugh. “You should probably meet my parents first.”
He doesn’t even flinch. “Absolutely!”
“Good! Because… This is me.” I point to the door of the small house we’re standing in front of.
“Nice place,” the Jet compliments.
“Thank you. Would you like to come in? Dad won’t be home for another hour but I can ask if you can stay for dinner.”
Marcus looks as if I’d just offered him a million dollars. “Um, yeah! I mean, if it’s alright with your folks- Am I dressed well enough?”
I can’t help but laugh at his adorable statement. “You’re fine, Marcus.” Taking his hand, I lead him to the front door and lead him deeper into my life.
“Mother! I’m home! I brought some company.”
“Hello, dear!” Mother comes bustling from the kitchen. When she sees Balkan she freezes and her eyes narrow. “Lottie, who is this man?” she asks in a stern voice.
I give Marcus’ hand a squeeze. “Mother, this is Marcus. He walked me home from work.”
The Jet sets himself in a respectful stance. “Good evening, ma’am. I just wanted to make sure your daughter got home safe. I meant no disrespect.”
“Could he stay for dinner?” I ask hopefully.
Mother stews over my words with a conflicted expression. “Could I talk with you for a moment? Your friend can wait outside.”
That’s not exactly a no. Balkan doesn’t seem to mind because he gives a nod and walks back out without question. Once he’s gone, mother rushes over to put her hands on my shoulders.
“Sweetie, I am so happy you are trying to socialize. But is that boy the kind of crowd you think is right to be around?”
My confidence doesn’t slip. “I didn’t trust him either, but Marcus is a good man even if he is part of the Jets. You know how hard I’ve had it trying to find friends, mom. Well, Marcus and I are both starting with a clean slate. He’s not like the criminals dad deals with.”
Mother lets out a deep sigh. “Your father may not be happy at first.”
“I know. But please at least let him stay for dinner? Give him a chance for you to warm up to him.”
I think my goose is cooked. My parents have always been strict, and someone like Balkan isn’t exactly the prime example of dinner company-
“Very well, he can stay.” Mother’s worried look changes to a smile. “We’ve raised you well enough to have good judgment. I’m sure this young man is quite catching enough for you to bring him home. You’re growing up so fast, Lottie!” She gives me one last squeeze. “Alright, let him in.”
Feeling full of giddy hope I rush back to the door and open it to find an anxious-looking Balkan.
“My mother passed her blessing for you to join us! Come right in.”
Marcus looks like I just hung the moon. “O-Ok!”
I show him to the dining room and we both help set the table. Mother keeps a watchful eye as she brings out dishes of chicken and potatoes, but relaxes after she starts to see Marcus isn’t a threat.
“We usually eat before dad gets home,” I explain as we sit down. “Sometimes he gets overbooked with paperwork and doesn’t want us waiting too long.” I lean in and whisper: “You’ve met my mom, now you just need to survive my dad.”
Balkan’s face freezes in a look of new-found terror, but mother just laughs.
“I’ll talk him into it,” she assures. “Your father may be the head of the house, but the mother is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants.”
Marcus and I grab hands under the table, and for once in my life I’m glad we moved from Brooklyn. This new start is refreshing for both me and Marcus, one that I hope will lead to something special.
(Sneaked in a My Big Fat Greek Wedding reference!)
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meganechan05 · 4 months
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Random Gokkan Theory before Episode 38's Preview drops.
So the only important characters in KingOhger that don't have their last names revealed are Douga, Kuroda, and Morfonia (edit: and Shiokara. My b. Messed up bc his name has a specific bug connection). Of the 3, only Morfonia's name has a connection to her country's insect (morpho butterfly).
But my fanfic-writing arse decided to figure out how to name her parents in my Sailor Moffun AU so I decided to look up different species of the morpho butterfly to name at least her Mom. And I reached a theory:
Morfonia is not named specifically after the Blue Emperor Butterfly from what I've seen.
Now the term "morpho" is used for both the genus and subgenus. The subgenus being the one where the blue emperor is found. I can assume everything would immediately link Morf to the Blue Emperor much like how we connect Rita to the Blue Admiral.
But what none of the species under that subgenus have is the end of Morf's name "nia"
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The closest would be the "morpho deidamia" but it wouldn't match up with her name and the character names typically try not to deviate. Closest one would be Sebas's real name which is after the Idolomantis diabolica. The only difference would be using ン(n) instead of ル(l) in Japanese.
I know the exception could be made for Morf as well given how blue is the closest thing we could get to purple in terms of butterflies, but if they really wanted to name her after an emperor butterfly, why go with the morfo and not the Sasakia genus that the Japanese purple emperor belongs to?
Now the crazy part is that I decided to take things a little more literally. Say... Morf's hair. I shouldn't, but I find it very interesting how she is the only young character to have hair that isn't your usual shade. Himeno's hair is most likely a natural blonde with pink streaks but she constantly wears wigs or dyes it so I honestly don't know. Yanma dyes, Gira's streaks are natural, HoneyWeb are just old and stressed so they're graying 🤣. I can't explain Karras with her split hair and the Papillio deHaani doesn't have any traces of white, but eh.
But I will make an exception for Morf simply because she's such an outlier with Himeno when it comes to straying from standard Japanese hair colors while also at a young age.
So in comes the subgenus "Pessonia" which just so happens to hold species of morpho butterflies predominantly white in color.
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I will say it's very weird how the last part of her name is most likely from the subgenus name and not anything else. But I'm only guessing this simply because we don't know her last name and character names tend to be actual pieces of their scientific/Japanese/English names. Still weird how Gira is the only one that got his name from the English name.
But this is just a personal theory that came up during fanfic writing. I do hope the Gokkan episode does reveal her last name. Imagine her being called "Morfonia Luna" or something.
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