#anyone who writes in depth analysis of this gets a kiss on the mouth

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𝐼 𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑁𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒

𝐵𝑜𝑘𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝐾𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑜 𝑋 𝐺𝑁!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

So we spin the wheel of HQ misfortune (yes, I actually have an app with all the characters I feel comfortable writing rn and spin it when I’m out of ideas) (yes it works this is how you guys get your content) and I decided Y’know what. I’m gonna make my friend happy so I made @sugasfanfics a wheel and bam it landed on Bokuto so here you go bro love u hope you like this

This is half self-indulgent half for u Em lol sorry

Remember not only are your problems valid but the way you deal with them is, too (as long as it’s not hurting yourself or anyone else, please don’t do that—). Even if it’s a fictional boy you love, remember that someone always cares about you. I promise.

Kinda half edited lol bad grammar & spelling mistakes.

CW//light swearing

Word Count: 876

Reader Info: GN!Reader, fukurodani third year student

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You’d been on edge the entire day. Who knew how it started, you just felt like hell the whole day and everything got on your nerves. Whether it was kids in class or the volleyball that collided with your shoulder while you were trying to do homework, everything seemed to want to set you off today. 

“Dammit,” you curse under your breath, rubbing your shoulder. You hit the ball back to one of the boys, who gladly picked it up with a quick “sorry!” and ran back on the court. 

You were at Bokuto’s practice—the two of you were supposed to hang out afterward, but really, you were ready to go home and sleep for several hours. You felt bad canceling, though, so just tried to keep your cool long enough to get through the rest of your evening. 

Soon enough, they broke for water and Bokuto came running over to you with a smile on his face. “(Y/N), baby, did you see that AWESOME spike? Didn't I look cool? Akaashi said I look cool!”

“I just said it was good, Bokuto.” Akaashi walked past, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Eh, same difference.” He shrugged. “Did ya see it, (Y/N)?”

 “Yeah, it was great, Bokuto.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his proud drop to a pout. You could have sworn his hair started drooping too. Rarely did you ever call him by his full name—when you did, it usually meant you were mad at him for something. 

He sat down next to you, his lower lip sticking out like a child’s. “Baby, did I...do something?” he asked, running his hand through his hair. 

“You’re fine,” you sigh. “It’s just...been a long day, alright? Not your fault.”

He nodded solemnly, offering his hand for yours. When you gave it to him, he kissed each of your knuckles, “let me make it up to you when we get to my place, okay? Parents aren’t home tonight, we can cuddle and watch a movie, yeah?”

“Alright,” you reply as he kissed your hand again. “Quit worrying about me and go be my big, strong Ace of Fukurodani, hm?”

Bokuto grinned and nodded. He took a sip of water before running back onto the court, leaving you alone with your thoughts again. 

The walk home was less enthusiastic than usual, almost like Bokuto didn’t know what to say. You let him talk as much as he wanted, but he stayed quiet for the most part, watching you intently as you walked. 

The two of you walked into his house and took off your shoes. Bokuto offered some food, but you declined, your irritation from earlier sinking into melancholia. 

“Alright, what’s wrong?” he asked, setting his school bag down. You opened your mouth to protest—he had homework to do—but he interrupted. “Homework can wait. I’m worried about you, sweetheart. Wanna talk?”

He held your shoulders, checking your face for any sign of what was wrong. He was still more droopy than normal—not his usual excited, eccentric self—and you could tell by his worried expression. 

“There isn’t much to say,” you sigh, putting your hand over one of his. “Just...long day, I guess. Burnt out.”

“Do you want a hug?”

“I wouldn’t complain about one.”

He pulled you in close, dropping his arms to wrap around your waist. You laid your forehead on his shoulder, content to stay like that for a long time. 

Just as you’d gotten comfy, he started moving, inching you backward until your legs hit the edge of his mattress. He pulled away long enough to crawl in and drag you with him. You laid your head on his chest, feeling his thumb draw shapes into your side. 

“What’s really on your mind, love?” he asked, kissing the top of your head. “I get worried when you don’t talk to me. So please do.”

“There’s not even anything specifically right now, I just...I feel like hell. For no reason. I didn’t wanna tell you because I didn’t want you worrying—“

You stopped as he tilted his head up towards you. The look he gave you made you freeze, unsure what else to say. He traced your features, smiling in encouragement. “I am always going to worry about you. That’s my job. I’m your forever-caring, amazing, loving boyfriend and I’m always going to care for you. I want you to talk to me when you feel like hell, even if it’s because you want to scream into oblivion for a while. If that’s the case, I’ll scream with you. Alright?”

“Alright,” you mumble, burying your face in his chest again. “I’ll keep it in mind. Do you want to just...I dunno, lay here? Just for now?”

“I would want nothing more.”

He kissed your head again, the small circles he drew on your arm soothing your cluttered mind. You knew you needed to talk one day—even if it was just the recent stuff without getting into in-depth character analysis of yourself—but for the time being, you knew you had someone there to help you face whatever demons you needed to. Because he always would be. 

Your precious, forever-caring, amazing, loving boyfriend, Bokuto Kotaro.

Alright you guys are welcome to scroll through this part just a little rant/apology from me

My brain has not been doing so hot lately so I can’t guarantee a constant posting schedule. I tried posting like 1-2 times a week but this is the first full thing I’ve written in several weeks and I’m sorry about that. It’s like 1:30 am when I’m writing this so this is probably gonna be jumbled up a lot but just. 

Brain hates me and I hate brain rn and it says I have No Motivation to do Anything. Only reason I got this out was bc of @sugasfanfics which she doesn’t even know I wrote this till I post it lol

Also this was supposed to be for her but like I said it kinda turned into I’m depressed and need comfort so. Yeah. Bokuto. 

I hope you guys enjoyed & I’m sorry about not writing as much as I should be. Thank you for bearing with me and for all the reblogs I can’t tell you how happy they make me. 

Sending love to you all <3

~𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟

#bokuto kotaro #bokuto #akaashi #akaashi keiji #bokuto x reader #bokuto x gn reader #I decided to write this at 1 am rather than sleeping #fml #anyway i hope its good #i hope im not forgetting tags lol #hurt/comfort #angst #angsty fluff #bittersweet #hes a good boyfriend okay #i love this man a lot #//ᴏʀɪɢɴᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ #//ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

[notgonnarememberthis]

today (of all days) - pt. 3

Hello!! I’m not gonna lie this chapter was a,,, problem. I struggled with ideas for so long but I finally landed on something I like!! This hiatus has been killer on my inspiration for writing but I’m determined to finish this! Hope y’all enjoy!

Gil is barely home for 5 minutes when a knock resounds through the apartment. After a couple of drinking celebrating his promotion to lieutenant, he’s feeling a bit fuzzy headed when he pulls the door open. Jessica stands in the center a bottle in hand and a dazzling smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Surprise!” She squeals. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the actual celebration, Ainsley practically hugged my leg refusing to let me leave until I read to her.” Gil smiles despite the obvious lie. He knows the truth, that she can’t be around all those officers. Looks of suspicion or pity on their faces as they stare at her. 

“That’s alright Jess.” He chuckles stepping aside for her to come in. She sweeps in with all the grace she can, immediately stepping into his kitchen and retrieving the glasses. She knows where they are by now, that should make him laugh but when he sees the bottle again after she sets it on the counter he stops in his tracks.

“Oh, Malcolm wants to go out with you to celebrate your promotion too. I thought it’d be nice for it to just be the two of you and Ainsley and I could have a mommy daughter day.”

“I’d like that.” He says, only half paying attention to what she’s saying. He can see it now, the way her shoulders are knotted, like an invisible string is the only thing keeping her upright. Her flowing steps are more controlled than usual, extra precautions taken to not see her even stumble.

He follows her to the couch where he pours them both a drink. She doesn’t down the first like she normally would on nights like these. He wonders if this is her first drink. “Are you listening?”

He blinks, caught in his analysis. “No, sorry.”

“Ainsley has her first competition of the season in three weeks. You’ll make it right?”

“Of course. How can I miss New York’s most promising young figure skater?” He sees the spark in her eye just before it fades. A momentary happiness before being drowned out by whatever is on her mind.

“Good because she hasn’t stopped talking about showing off the new spiral she learned.” She doesn’t meet his eyes as she’s speaking. It’s a rambling sort, where she’s saying literally anything that’s on her mind rather than getting to the heart of the issue. It takes until he finishes this drink to bring himself to stop her.

“Jess, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” She smiles, the one she saves for reporters and on her worse days, her children.

“You haven’t even been able to look at me for the past fifteen minutes.” 

“That’s not true.” “Then look at me.” She purses her lips, tilting her head before she finally meets his gaze. Almost immediately her mask falls apart, tears building in her eyes as she struggles to hold eye contact. “What happened?”

“Nothing. It’s ridiculous.”

“Not to me.” She drops her head into her free hand, eyes settling on the amber liquid in her glass. “Jessica, talk to me.”

She sighs, but relents, “I ran into an old friend.”

“Oh?”

“His name is Thomas, we grew up together basically. Gave our parents hell in the way only two children of stupidly wealthy families can.”

“Hard to imagine you being rowdy.”

“Oh, I had a whole rebel faze in high school.” She laughs and he joins in. “We would sneak out, drink on the hood of his car, act gloriously stupid.”

“Jess,”

“He’s different. We both are. He took over his father’s business, would’ve been my parent’s dream match for me. Maybe that’s why I was excited to see him again.” She places her glass at the table frantically wiping her eyes before the tears fell. “I could’ve made it right.”

“It’s not your job to make it right.”

“I know.” She sighs. “It just felt like a sign? When I talked to him it was just like old times. He didn’t treat me like-”

“Like the Surgeon’s ex-wife.”

“Exactly.” She picks up her drink again, maybe just for something to cling to. “Well, Adolpho did some digging. Turns out Thomas has an exclusive deal with Barbara Walters.”

“She was using him to get a story.” She nods her head tilted down as her shoulders begin to shake. “I’m so sorry Jess.”

“I just” She sniffs trying to take a deep breath to control the tears. “I thought this was different. Someone finally taking interest in me, not the Whitlys.” She spits the name with a venom she hadn’t before. Long ago she explained why she kept the last name. Now he wonders if she regrets her choice. “Feels stupid now.”

“It wasn’t stupid Jess.” He puts his drink down, reaching to her slowly. He places his hands on her arms.

“Most days I’m fine. I have all I need in my life with Malcolm and Ainsley and-” Her eyes dart away at the almost confession. He tries not to hope that she was going to finish that sentence with you. “But I’m so lonely. But nobody wants to be with the ex-wife of a serial killer.”

“That’s not all you are.”

“That’s all they see me as.”

“Not to me.” She stops, her eyes going wide for a second. 

She takes a deep, shaky breath. Her voice is so quiet it's like she’s afraid to ask. “What do you see?”

He runs his hands down her arms scooting closer. “I see an amazing mother. One who gives up everything to make sure her kids are happy. One who hunted down therapist after therapist for one Malcolm felt comfortable with and never gave up. One who talks about her kids for half an hour before even thinking about herself.” She smiles, a soft broken smile. “I see someone who’s resilient and strong. Hell, I still keep the mental image of when you punched the journalist who tried to talk to Malcolm.”

“Not my best moment.”

“I beg to differ.” He chuckles. “I see your passion. You want to help people, even if they don’t want your help. You’re a good person Jess.”

“Tell that to Barbara Walters.”

“She doesn’t know you. Not like we do. You are tough as hell, and beautiful too.” Her breath catches in her throat at that. He wonders how long it’s been since anyone has called her beautiful. A heavy silence falls over the room. He opens his mouth again but before he can continue her lips are on his.

It feels like his entire mind short circuits for a second. He’d thought of kissing her about a hundred times but never could he think of acting on it. He wishes he could catalogue every feeling but she pulls away too soon.

Her eyes are wide and guilty. A fresh sort of shame washes over him as well, thinking maybe she regrets it. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s ok Jess.” “You’re a good man and for a second I just wanted to pretend like I could ever deserve someone like you.”

“Jess.”

“You are so good to my family. Malcolm thinks of you like a father and god how could I jeopardize that?”

“Jessica.”

“I’m so sorry can we-” He cuts her off by cupping her face with both hands and pulling her to him. She tenses when her lips touch his, hands hovering in between them. She relaxes when his thumb runs gently over her cheekbone and she knots her fingers into the front of his turtleneck.

He thinks he could stay there forever, just kissing her. Relishing in the feeling of her nails combing through his hair. She deepens the kiss pulling a groan from the depth of his chest. He feels her smile and laugh against his mouth and he moves a hand to her hip to pull her even closer.

She seems to have a better idea when she pulls away, only for a second to swing her leg over his lap straddling him. He doesn’t even have time to react before she’s kissing him again. He runs his fingers through her curls, they’re as soft as he thought they would be. When her tongue swipes across his he can taste the bourbon and a hint of vodka on her lips.

The confirmation of what he thought earlier is like being doused in freezing water. He pulls away but she immediately goes to attack his neck instead. “Jess.” He runs his hands over her back trying to get her attention. She only makes an inquisitive sound in response. “We’re drunk.” She hums in confirmation as if that was the most obvious thing. “Jess, stop.”

She pulls away and he watches the guilt appear again. “You’re right.”

“No, listen.” He brushes back the hair that fell in front of her face. “I want this, but I want you to want this when you’re sober.”

“I do.”

“Then we will try this again later. Why don’t you take my bed again tonight?” 

“Only if you come with.” He tilts his head in disapproval as she stands, slightly uneven on her feet. She raises her hands sticking on her bottom lip. “No funny business, I promise.” Her expression changes, growing more serious. “I just don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Fine.” He relents and her smile reappears. “But no funny business.”

“I promise.”

When they settle into bed Jessica is once again wearing one of his shirts. He’s beginning to wonder if she doesn’t bring spare clothes for the purpose of stealing his t-shirts on nights they get drunk. He decides he doesn’t mind when she turns, placing her head on his chest listening to his heart until it lulls her to sleep.

The next morning when he wakes up she’s already gone. He spies the note on his nightstand with her careful swirling handwriting.

Belluci’s, tonight at 8. Wear something nice.

XO, Jessica

#gilica #prodigal son #jessica whitly x gil arroyo #gil arroyo x jessica whitly #jessica x gil #jessica whitly #gil arroyo #5+1 Things #5+1 fic #notgonnarememberthis fics #fanfic #prodigal son AU #gilssica #today (of all days) #today (of all days) pt 3 #today (of all days) part 3

[sineshion]

Nezumi Character Analysis

UH OH SISTERS! Here I am to write an essay on Nezumi and his relationship and actions towards Shion that no one asked for, but I’m doing it anyway.

SPOILERS FOR THE NO.6 NOVEL

Let me start by saying that Nezumi is a really well fleshed out character, and that a lot of his actions and dialogue have more depth than initially comes across. Nezumi starts off as a character who is very closed off, both emotionally and physically. Gradually over the course of the novel, he becomes more and more open, until we reach the climax of his character while in the Correctional Facility. During Shion and his first meeting, he tells Shion that he doesn’t neccessarily care about Shion’s fate, but that he doesn’t want to feel responsible if something bad were to happen to Shion.

“Do you really? I mean, it’s not my problem what happens to you, but if you end up being wiped out because of me, I wouldn’t like that. I’d feel like I did something horrible...”

I find this dialogue to be very telling and foreshadowing, as comparing Nezumi’s mindset from the beginning of the novel and end of the novel shows just how much Shion is able to change him. Though Nezumi might not say it directly, he is just as drawn to Shion as Shion is to him. We come to learn that he keeps secretive watch over Shion for the four years they are apart, in a silent way of protecting him. We could shrug this off as Nezumi simply “repaying a debt”, as he says again and again, but it is far more than that. Shion offers kindness and compassion to Nezumi during their first meeting, which we come to learn is the first real act of kindness he has received in years. Shion shows love toward Nezumi when he arguably needs it most, and though Nezumi might not want to admit it, he is showing love right back by silently watching over Shion, and rescuing him. From the moment they met, Nezumi has become captured by Shion, much like how Shion says he has become captured by Nezumi.

Throughout the novel, Nezumi goes from showing acts of kindness toward Shion, to then showing hostility. Shion is never afraid of Nezumi’s random spouts of violence, in his what I can only assume to be futile attempts to reject vulnerability. Nezumi projects all of his hatred for No.6 and it’s violence against him onto Shion, which he later comes to realize is wrong, and abusive of him.

“This casual act of kindness, or those cold, dispassionate words from a few minutes ago - which one was he to believe? Shion couldn’t grasp him.”

Nezumi tells Shion to throw away his memories, his feelings, and ties to everyone and everything he knows. He continuously acts cold and hostile toward Shion without provocation, which we learn is the result of the way Gran, an old woman who raised him, warped his mind into being. Nezumi has a very unstable and warped mindset on love, and what it would do to him. He has been raised since the age of 4 to fear it like nothing else, which I find so heartbreaking. It is no wonder Nezumi constantly reacts the way he does both to being touched by Shion, as well as kissed, or just generally loved. Gran tells Nezumi from the age of 4 to view any person who loves him as a literal demon who will kill him, thus creating the mental struggle within himself as he tries and fails to keep from reciprocating those feelings.

“Never sigh in earnest. Never cry. You’ll be taken advantage of by demons. Sighing creates an opening, a vulnerability. If you want to stay alive, keep your mouth shut. Never let anyone see your weak spot. Let your heart warm to no one. Never trust anyone but yourself.”

We are told that Nezumi went against Gran’s instruction simply by rescuing Shion. I suspect that a small part of Nezumi wanted to do this (go against Gran’s orders), though he reprimands himself multiple times for his actions. It isn’t that Nezumi is completely helpless from falling in love with Shion, it’s that he actually wants to be loved by the boy, even if only deep down. More and more, he begins to simply sit around and watch Shion, thinking about how beautiful Shion is, how nice it would be to touch him and how much he wants to have physical contact with him, playing with his hair. He begins to lose his sense of control over himself, leaving the door to his home unlocked without even realizing it, sighing over Shion, and risking his own safety to send messages to Shion’s mother unprompted. When he learns of Safu’s abduction, instead of telling Shion, he begins to think of how if Shion found out, it would result in his death. He compares the loss to the loss of his own family, and of the suffering he would feel if that were to occur. Nezumi has already begun to grow attached. He was attached from the very moment Shion and he met.

“He would be experiencing the same suffering again, of being broiled alive in Hellfire.” “I don’t want to lose him. I would suffer.”

This admission is paralleled to Safu’s in a prior scene, where she admits to Karan, Shion’s mother, that she is in love with Shion. She says: “I don’t want to regret anything. If - if by some chance, he ends up never coming back... I’m going to be the one to suffer for my whole life. I don’t want that. I don’t want to lose him.” Nezumi is falling in love with Shion, whether he realizes it at this moment or not is besides the point. He does not want to lose Shion. He does not want to return to a life of seclusion and loneliness, a life without love. He would and will do anything to keep from losing it. Both Safu and Nezumi are in love with Shion, but I would argue that the difference between them, other than obvious ones, as that Nezumi comes to see Shion exactly for who he is, the love he feels for Shion not blinding himself, but illuminating the entire world, whereas Safu does not. Safu continuously compares herself to the person Shion is yearning for, asking why she cannot be them, why she cannot be the one to get to know everything about Shion.

Despite Nezumi’s efforts to hide the truth of Safu’s capture from Shion, this falls through, and he is warned by Inukashi: “If he’s so precious to you that you don’t want to loose him, protect him to the very end. And do whatever it takes to protect him, you idiot, no matter how humiliating it is.” Nezumi wants to protect Shion, and would and later does do anything to keep him by his side, this dialogue from Inukashi foreshadowing Nezumi’s vulnerability and the swallowing of his own pride as he lays everything he is bare before Shion’ feet.

Later, Shion, after finding out that Safu is in danger, confesses all of his feelings to Nezumi, in what he assumes will be the last time they see one another. He kisses Nezumi goodbye, and sneaks out. Nezumi follows after him, and lashes out in a very violent way, and after, saying: “Listen, you’re not allowed to give me a goodbye kiss ever again! Never, ever again!” He tells Shion that this beating is punishment for lying to him, and trying to sneak away, aka trying to die without him. Soon, Shion will turn Nezumi’s warped way of thinking against him in the Correctional Facility, where he will use Nezumi’s reasoning and justification for violence by claiming the two men he attempts to kill are deserving of it, because they have tried to harm Nezumi.

Gradually, more and more, we see Nezumi not only reciprocating moments of intimacy, but initiating them with Shion: “A hand suddenly reached over to him. It was Nezumi’s. It gently pried Shion’s fist open, finger by finger, gently, as if toying with it.” Nezumi still has moments of random bursts of aggression, both in an attempt to continue to keep Shion at bay, to keep from falling more in love, and to prevent Shion from aiding the city or its people in any manner. While Shion admits a love confession, saying: “I’m probably more afraid to lose you than anything - anybody else.” This sparks a fear in Nezumi, at the reality that not only is Shion attached to him, but that he is just as attached to Shion. He’s completely aware at this point of his own feelings. He thinks: “Am I the one who hasn’t known anything all along?” while questioning his past actions, and whether or not he has been seeing Shion in a positive light or not. Nezumi has started to become more self aware through his relationship with Shion, and more in touch with his own emotions.

Once entering the Correctional Facility, Nezumi warns Shion not to lose himself. He promises Shion that they will come back from this together. He isn’t saying this only to Shion, but more so to himself. Nezumi has been captured by the light that he sees in Shion, and though Shion is the one to think that Nezumi keeps him human, it’s quite the other way around. Shion attempts to kill two men, both times Nezumi reprimands him, telling him: “Never put your hands around someone’s throat again!” and “Shion! Shion! Stop - stop, please - Shion, I’m begging you.” and “I want you to stay as you are, Shion.” Shion keeps Nezumi human. Shion is a beacon of light shining down on Nezumi, exposing his own humanity. Time and time again, it is clear that Shion’s humanity and compassion save Nezumi from doom. While Nezumi develops to see the light of humanity and within his own soul through loving Shion, Shion develops to see the darkness in humanity and within his own soul by loving Nezumi. They quite make the perfect narrative foil to one another, developing in an almost polar opposite way. Nezumi ultimately becomes more like Shion, Shion becomes more like Nezumi.

We learn of Nezumi’s past, and of his suffering, in a scene where he allows himself complete vulnerability to Shion, showing him the burn on his back and revealing to us and to Shion how his family and culture were ruthlessly burned to the ground right before his eyes. Shion begins to cry at learning the truth, begins to blame himself for his own ignorance and for Nezumi’s suffering. Nezumi confesses: “I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty. I didn’t mean to accuse you of any crime. I - can’t even imagine wanting to hurt you. I’m sorry.” “Don’t you cry. You were just a tiny kid. You’re not to blame for anything.” He’s starting to drastically change his mindset and perspective which will ultimately lead to him choosing to believe in Shion, to have faith in Shion, trusting that the both of them truly see one another at this point for who they are. Trusting Shion to remain human, and build a better world.

As they begin their infiltration, Shion begins to grow more and more cold and uncaring of human life. As Nezumi kills guards, Shion says that it simply can’t be helped - it’s kill or be killed. This moment is clear in highlighting not only how Nezumi has changed Shion, but how Shion has changed Nezumi. Nezumi is displeased to hear this reasoning from Shion, which is not something he would have thought at the beginning of the novel. Shion is uncaring, which is not something he would feel were this the beginning of the novel. They have both a positive and negative impact on one another, and alwyas seem to take it to the extreme, though it isn’t neccessarily strange given the circumstances and situation at hand. Nezumi begins to see the direct affect his own actions have had on Shion, and how they have begun to warp his mind, much like Gran warped Nezumi’s own perspective on love. He thinks sadly: “Forgive me, Gran. I’ve gone against what you’ve told me. I’ve sighed many times for another. I believed him, and opened my heart to him. I placed the shackles around my own feet. But I couldn’t have done otherwise. I couldn’t cut him away.” Nezumi loves Shion. No matter what he tries, he cannot escape the love he feels for him. He couldn’t do otherwise, because he doesn’t truly WANT to. He wants to love Shion, admitting this to himself now. The seeds have already been planted at this point for Nezumi to begin feeling his own guilt and remorse at trying to change Shion’s personality, and coming to the horrifying realization that it worked. Nezumi didn’t want to harm Shion, or hurt him. He truly and foolishly believed he was doing what was right, what was taught to him. He feels so much remorse at the point that when he is almost killed by Rashi, he entirely gives up the fight. He allows himself a moment of genuine intimacy with Shion, let’s Shion hold him, as he prepares to die with him. Does this sound like something Nezumi would do? A character who preaches survival, is now willing to die with the person he has fallen in love with. He is not afraid, nor angry, nor sad - he simply accepts it. I find this moment to be very telling of Nezumi’s character.

When Shion shoots Rashi, Nezumi, who is already terribly wounded, tries repeatedly to stand up and stop him from finishing Rashi off. It is shocking not just to us, but to him, to see how Shion has changed. He screams for Shion to stop in vain as Shion commits murder on his behalf.

“He didn’t want to open his eyes. If he did, he would have to face reality.”

Despite trying to repress this, he tries to keep Shion grounded, as Shion has already been shown time and time again to be unstable and suicidal. Shion attempts to commit suicide by shooting himself in the head, asking Nezumi over and over if Nezumi and perhaps even God can forgive him for the murder he has committed. Nezumi thinks that it would have been better had they never infiltrated it at all, had he known it would destroy Shion’s mental state so completely. Nezumi, a character hellbent on destroying the government, is now thinking that Shion’s mental health is worth more to him than destroying the city. He thinks, as he starts to have his own mental breakdown, that he is the one who needs to be forgiven, not Shion. He begins to cry uncontrollably, as he mentally begs for Shion’s forgiveness.

“Shion, I’m sorry. I made you bear the burden, one so big it’s making your spine creak. Would I be forgiven one day? Would you forgive me for what I did to you?”

Nezumi is unable to bear the thought that he is the direct cause of Shion’s attempt at suicide. He is forced to confront at this moment his own abusive actions, and all of the brutality he has thrust upon Shion up to this point. He is begging, literally on his knees, to be forgiven. To be forgiven for all of his mistakes, all of his anger, all of his pain and hurt that he has projected onto Shion. Begging for forgiveness at meeting Shion - at coming unexpectedly into his life and, in Nezumi’s eyes, ruining everything Shion is. Nezumi believes he is to blame for everything, and the weight of the guilt he feels is indescribable.

By the time they get to Safu, Nezumi outright refuses to let Shion do anything, going so far as to drag him by force to the elevator, knowing it is too late to rescue Safu. Shion, through his grief, blames Nezumi for what happens to Safu, claiming he used her and used him to destroy No.6. Nezumi plays his part well, and pretends that this is the truth, saying he never believed Safu was alive, which is a lie. He says he deceived Shion, and used him and sacrificed his mind for the destruction of the government, which is also not the whole truth. Nezumi thinks: “Really? Can you really not understand? You’re a liar, Shion. You do get it. You understand every single word. And you’ll never forgive me. You’ll lose faith in me and loathe me. Or would you-“

Nezumi WANTS Shion to love him, and also hate him at the same time. He wants Shion to take his anger out on him. He wants to self sabotage their relationship, and MAKE Shion hate him, by playing a false role, by pretending to be someone he is not. Even when Nezumi tries to shoulder blame that is not his, his true self shines through under the facaude. Nezumi, a character who used to preach that he would only ever fight for himself, now takes a bullet for Shion, trying to sacrifice himself for him. Going directly against everything he has ever believed in.

By the end of the novel, Nezumi, having come back from the brink of Death, and having gone against all of his previous rules, confesses to Shion that Shion scares him. He is terrified of Shion, or more specifically, of Shion’s love, because it is mutual. Nezumi is in love with him. Nezumi’s love for Shion is in fact so strong, that Nezumi was willing and ready to die with and for Shion multiple times during the Correctional Facility, and many times prior, as well. He’s scared of the way loving someone makes him feel. He’s scared of how it almost got him killed many times, and it would have, had Shion not saved him. He leaves not because of Shion, but because of himself. Nezumi does not understand how to express his love in a proper and healthy way - it’s completely foreign to him. The boy is so traumatized that he’s spent the entire novel both half afraid of and half crazing and actively seeking love. I find it strange when people ask or think that there’s a possibility Nezumi doesn’t love Shion, when his actions so clearly say otherwise. I suspect Nezumi feels unworthy of Shion loving him as well, considering his tendency to self sabotage. I think that Nezumi is very self aware, and by the end of the novel, very in touch with his own emotions. He understands that he must change, and only then can he come back to Shion properly. He understands that who he is currently is not suited for a relationship, and so he makes the maturest call he has in the entire story, by leaving. He kisses Shion, promising to come back once he is ready, reassuring not only us but Shion that he really truly does love him.

Shion had thought that Nezumi was the one who illuminated him completely. That everything became much clearer with him by his side. That “by his hands, I was melted, wrought anew, and instilled with new life.” I find this line to be most applicable to Nezumi, as Shion has instilled him with new life, a new perspective, leaving him forever changed by the love shared and experienced. A line from Safu comes to mind as well, “You feel the same way I do, don’t you? You’re glad you were able to know. You wouldn’t be able to live anymore without knowing what yearning and love is like.”

#no.6 #nezushi #nezumi #shion #analysis #no.6 analysis #nezushi analysis #text #novel #quotes #i shot myself dead writing this

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N(oona) C(raving) T(endencies)

This is my 3k words of analysis of NCT members who I think are likely to have a noona kink based on the ask. Enjoy!

Disclaimer:

By this I am not saying that other members not mentioned here don't have any possibility to date an older female/enjoys referring to their dommes as noona, it's just like the tendency/preference isn't that clear or obvious in my opinion. Do not send in rude comments just because you disagree though I will appreciate some feedback.

Warning: Sub!Taeyong, Sub!Jungwoo, Sub!Mark, Sub!Xiaojun, Sub!Jaemin, Domme!Reader, Femdom, Noona kink, Degradation, Whipping, Spanking, Pegging, Public humiliation, Role-play, Oral sex, Sex toys, Dry humping, Dildo riding, Mentions of mental health issues/negative emotions

Taeyong

This boi is insufferably kinky and subby

In Baby Don't Like It he stated he likes it rough

In Whiplash he literally emphasized again how much of a painslut he is

And his ideal type is “Someone who can teach me, lead me, and make up for my flaws.”

To conclude this, Tyongie may be craving for a strong, mature female's guidance when he's lost and insecure, a noona domme who can heal all the anxiety, stress and inner guilt he's been through by her ruthless discipline, plus, the age hierarchy implied in the title will allow him to sink into his headspace even more.

He's such a sucker for this torment that, with one stern look from you, he will automatically strip naked and ready himself in the humiliating positions assigned by you before without any spoken command, and obediently waits for the first slap/whip while trembling in both anticipation and thrill

I can totally picture him begging his noona for more punishment, though already red, sore and sobbing

"...Ahhh noona I'm sorry... *sniffles* please punish me more for being a bad, ill-mannered boy...don't stop mmmff-"

However, that being said, if that noona domme is actually younger than him, he may be down for the added humiliation due to the role reversal

Imagine that younger domme dismissively orders him to call her "noona" in public, and commands him to use honorifics to speak to her, the exact type and wording that make him sound humbled…

He will be turned on by that while people around you shoot puzzled gazes toward you as they wonder why the hierarchy dynamics aren’t in the right place, making Taeyong feel embarrassed as well as aroused

By the way, some role-plays can be added to spice up your sex lives as well, e.g. CEO x employee, professor x student, guard x prisoner, to name a few, as long as you are in power and makes sure to beat the naughtiness and disobedience out of him

Though being intensely kinky during the session, aftercare for this precious boy has to be really fulfilling as well

So you have to be able to play an attentive caring role just like a noona (a little bit maternal figure as well, I have to admit)

Make sure the process is all intimate and brimming with praises, reassuring the broken figure that the "bad boy" is "forgiven" to thoroughly sew up his wounds

Bubble bath, scented candles with calming aroma, sensual massage with essential oils of his favorite scent and texture, or having some good quality snacks while cuddling, are all good options for aftercare because all of them can reinforce the idea that he’s “worthy” of anyone’s love and attention due to the physical contact and interactions allowed in them 

So steamy and sensual that if done correctly, Taeyong may be in the mood for another round of vanilla sex to get an extra gratifying orgasm again

Jungwoo

A clingy little pup that will follow you around and will cutely pout when not given enough attention or skinship

Loves to be babied and taken care of, so he would love the accompany of a sweet caring noona to make him feel at ease (borderline mommy kink as well)

Remember that Valentine's Day Facetime vid where he just referred to the viewer insert as "noona"? That probably implied his preference for an older female figure

Will do anything to please you since he's very love-starved and doesn't want you to feel uncared for because he knows too well how much that sucks, he will shower you with the same amount of affection he expects from you as well

Anxious and always worries about if he's still "needed", so that's why he will opt for a perspicacious noona to counsel him for his delicate soul to rely on, and shower him with the adequate amount of love then pamper him 

Melts at cute pet names such as pup, angel, prince, little fairy, snoopy or any endearing terms because they make intimacy upgrade to another level

May act a bit playful or even borderline bratty from time to time, mainly to spice things up and get some sexy punishment to release his excess nervousness

But hardcore stuff definitely isn't for him, since the soft boy can't tolerate much pain. 

Light impact play on his erogenous zones is fine, but he enjoys the feelings of vulnerability and exposure more rather than the pain itself

The type to let out loud moans even when just getting his underwear peeled down because the instant when the air hits his flesh is a huge turn-on for him, so much to the extent he is yearning to beg you to fuck him just from getting naked

Very sensitive, literally gasps, squirms and grinds every time when you caress or slap his sweet zones and will beg you to stop though you know he's enjoying it too much

Will repeat your title like a mantra as if it's the only thing that can keep him sane

Be wailing like "Hnnngh noona pretty pleeaase stop spanking me ahhh noona no I'll be a good boy pleaseee it stings noona I'm sorryyy hahhh" but the way how his hips rock against your lap will betray his words, giving you more reason to torture him

Loves being pegged and used, or getting his all possible sensitive spots stimulated and stuffed at once because he just lusts after every inch of his body being thoroughly pleasured inside-out, and drown in the depths of overstimulation and hedonistic ecstasy to feel completely loved and secured

Edging is really suitable for this delicate boy because of the enhanced experience after prolonged denial, which makes the orgasm more earth-shattering than ever

Though he will be a teary puddle and begs you to end the ordeal, the uncertainty and feebleness associated with edging will turn his mind into a soaring frenzy state even more, enabling him to release all his pent-up frustrations and negativity while finally allowed to empty his balls

Likely to get emotional and will hold on to you very tight during post-climax aftercare due to the intense sensation that just washed through his mind and body, feeling extra fragile and really needs to be thoroughly cared for

Petting his head, kissing his tears away with "I love you"s constantly coming out of your lips is a must, as he drifts to sleep like a fallen angel nestled in his safe space, which is the warm spot between your chest and your arms

Mark

An easily flustered mess when it comes to straightforward proactive girls 

Having left his family and devoted himself to the industry at such a tender age, he may want to be the more passive, dependent one in a relationship to make up for his lost adolescence

So he's probably looking for someone who he can rely on and takes the initiative in bed, while all he has to do is to close his eyes and enjoy himself

When he finds you, to whom he trusts enough to pour his doubts and perplexion about life, and is always guaranteed to receive some really thoughtful response, he sees you as someone very valuable.

But more than that, you are a woman who seems to have endless fuel of passion, the exact type with whom Mark can replenish his strength when he got engulfed by the abyss of stress

Also, you are notably witty with words that sometimes aids his lyric writing process, but that means he can never win against you in any friendly bickers as well, especially when you cite some of his lyrics to roast him that renders him speechless.

Yet somehow, he gets hooked to the feeling of being a powerless flustered bundle in front of you

Gradually it develops into dirty imagination of you manipulating him into a mindless mess

And you are exactly the burning blaze that will scorch his body with vehement desires, make him so depraved yet still internally demand more

Never did he realize that being obedient for a noona figure will feel this good until he met you, his ideal match

You will guide him how to touch himself properly like a big sis, then demonstrate it yourself followed by some edging, as he whimpers at the sense of loss every time his build-up is ruined, pleading you with those big puppy eyes

And when you get to peg him, he will love the feeling that he's completely owned by you, getting his ass spanked while fucked also serves as a good reminder of who he belongs to

Doesn't talk much during sex to indulge fully. Expect some incoherent moans and weak chants of your title from him instead

But the boy also knows how to reciprocate when he's ordered to. He knows how to work that rapper tongue too well even if his brain is not fully functioning

His tongue can do wonders to your folds and is guaranteed to perform great with your strap in his mouth, looking up at you with those pretty doe eyes all the time to see if you like how he's doing

Will probably require some time and space for himself to just chill and cool down during aftercare instead of being very clingy, all you need to do is to make sure he’s comfy, or place a glass of drink he likes beside him while he’s organizing his thoughts or doing anything that fits his mood. 

No extra words or skinship is needed at this moment because based on your understanding and observations of him, he’ll be fully recharged when you decide he is most of the time

Xiaojun

A sensitive, sentimental bub that ponders a lot about lots of things

Passionate about music, and perhaps some classic literature or philosophy

So he may want his partner to share the same interests so he can love the way she wanna talk even more

Likely to crumble for a woman who’s sophisticated, cultured and speaks in a refined manner, and is often willing to discuss some profound matters with him, to the extent sometimes Xiaojun cannot keep up easily and may feel a bit flustered, but is secretly admiring her wits deep down while she’s patiently explaining some new art concepts or ideas to him

Hence, when he finds you, who is capable of playing that role and opening up new worlds to him, he is not only delighted but also excited and intrigued, anticipating every chance to talk to you more but when he finally seizes the opportunity, he will appear to smile shyly, avoiding your gaze all the time but whenever he slightly peeks at you, his eyes will be glittering with dreamy haze of enchantment

Because to him, knowledgeable women seem to have boundless potential that makes them distinctively mysterious as well as alluring, and he’s all about succumbing to that vast endearing wilderness, with you being the compass controlling his every move (lowkey sapiosexual I guess)

The fact that you are the embodiment of versatility, artistic grace, and mellow charisma, yet all cordial to him just like a jiě jie (noona in Mandarin) next door will flutter his heart as he falls for you even more

So once you finally end up in bed, he will be very enthralled and eager to please, and will literally subserviently worship every inch of your body as if you are a Goddess while complimenting you all the time

Yet not long after he will be amazed by another fact about you, that is, you are the definition of the saying “Sweet in the streets, freak in the sheets”

Xiaojun will soon find himself restrained while bent in compromising positions, with toys he never imagined a sweet person like you will ever own torturing his body and lust-crazed soul, as you whisper nasty degrading things to him, skewing and corrupting some classic literary works during the process, which makes him intoxicated in another sinfully imaginative aspect of your mind

Since he’s a sucker for anything about you, neglect play is a perfect way to torment him. 

Chain him up and place a toy on him, which can be either a vibrator or a prostate massager, before leaving him untouched, and watch him writhe and moan helplessly in unsatisfied heat, with his distinctive brows furrowed, eyes glossy with plead and need, a beautiful image perfect to be ruined

Open to lots of kinks since you are able to make them gratifying and mind-blowing every time as he becomes closer to your ideal notion of subby boy toy with every progress

Will still remain a blushy mess when ordered to beg or admit something humiliating even after getting fucked multiple times, though he likes it so much 

Something simple and lewd like “jiě jie please come in and fuck my slutty hole” “My pathetic dick only exists to be ravished by jiě jie” works well for him as he finally climaxes

This precious pretty boy is not all passive when receiving aftercare. Instead, he will sensually plant kisses all over your body while telling you how good you made him feel and how deeply he loves you

Melts and buries his face into the crook of your neck or sheets later on when you say the same back to him and praise him for taking you so well

Few moments of silent bliss will pass between you before you guide him back to reality again 

Jaemin

Another little painslut that wishes to be tamed and roughed up

His tolerance of pain may not be as high as Taeyong, but he likes the humiliation as much as the older does

Being an idol is stressful and suppressing, so he desperately needs to find some release through some pleasurable pain for the endorphin rush

Preferably receiving it from a noona-like figure who definitely knows what she’s doing, and again the hierarchy from her title will enable him to feel floaty and more deserving of the punishment

He’s the type to be horny really often and does barely anything to hide it, qualifying him as a very communicative, responsive and expressive sub

So he acts up all flirty and bratty in front of females who he deems as potential targets, to evaluate who’s probably sadistic enough to cater to his needs judging from their reactions, and of course, your dismissive attitude and sharp chastisement on his behavior intrigue him

Then he will make a further approach to gain your attention, from unsolicited winks and aegyo to cheesy pick-up lines, even going as far as some skinship that you are smart enough to know how intentional it is, all screaming brat demeanor that gets you irritated and riled up

Once he finally successfully gets you to bare his bottom and bend him over your lap, he’s a mesmerized moaning mess while enjoying basking in your tauntingly degrading words, admitting he’s noona’s dimwitted slut even before you ask him that

But of course, a sound spanking is still not enough to quench his submissive needs, he will literally shamelessly beg for more

In a provocative way

He will blatantly seduce you, from inappropriately touching you to straight-up humping you until you lose it to punish him for being obnoxiously needy, tying him up and dishing out toys or other implements that can deliver even more intense pain

At first, he will feign reluctance by pouting or complaining how much it hurts even though it’s still far from what he is able to take, in order to infuriate you and provoke more out of what you can give him

Being insatiable as he is, after some pain inflicted on him, he will reveal his true masochistic self and directly asks you to punish him harder just like Taeyong will do, but Jaemin’s self-degradation will be much more hardcore and a bit creative

“Noona please do it harder! Ahh- I’ve been badder than that! Make your naughty indecent-minded whore cum just by paddling me because I’m that pathetic mmmff-”

When you are dicking him down, he will beg you to destroy his hole and be really graphic about it, making his intentions of wanting you to abuse him like a fucktoy utterly clear to drive you wilder, with that iconic blissful smile plastered on his pretty features

He will be obsessed with your powerful strength while ramming into him so much that he will masturbate by riding a dildo while moaning loud enough for you to take notice and break into the room

After you are pissed that he’s playing with himself without your permission, he will be all like “But I missed noona’s big mighty cock so much that I can’t wait hnnnghh noona please come punish my horny hole and make it so swollen and sore that it won’t whore up ever again pleeaaseeeee”

You will definitely be so sexually active and satisfied with him as your sub because of his neediness and salacious talk to ignite your dominant desires

Even though he enjoys getting fucked all over to earn some revival to his work-drained soul, and appears to recover really quickly after orgasms, even capable of engaging in some playful conversations with you, it’s still likely for him to feel hollow and internally worn out due to the drastic neurochemical change but he won’t make it obvious

So you will need to be really observant and keep reassuring him for his well-being because all the excessive stress he’s been struggling through that makes him this submissive is stemmed from his desperate needs for praise and recognition

That’s also one of the reasons why I think he will be into a noona domme because approval from superiors is relatively more rewarding

But with proper aftercare, he’ll stay hooked to you and continue to pleasure both himself and you with matching kinky desires

#nct #wayv #nct smut #wayv smut #taeyong #jungwoo #mark #xiaojun #jaemin #taeyong smut #jungwoo smut #mark smut #xiaojun smut #jaemin smut #nct 127 #nct dream #sub!nct #sub!wayv #sub!nct smut #sub!wayv smut #dom!reader #my writings #Noona Craving Tendencies

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Sixth Year AU: The Romantic Day of the Raven and the She-Wolf

Summary: Hakon wasn’t much for emotions and wasn’t too understanding of his own but when a certain werewolf ask him out on a date, how could he say “no?”

Word Count: 4, 927

The day started like any other for Hakon, like any regular student taking care of basic hygiene needs. Breakfast. Classes. You name it. 

His day progressed into something more out of his norm. He recently had an incident where his condition got the best, and he ended up with three works of detention. During that incident, something happened that shook him to the core. His only other best friend, second to Rowan, had kissed him. Chiara Lobosca kisses him.

It wasn't something familiar for Hakon to receive from, well, anyone. Physical displays of emotion weren't standard in a romantic sense. Was it romantic, though? 

Hakon didn't dislike Chiara at all. He cared for her deeply as he does for anyone he feels close to. Sure there were moments he would steal glazes at the hospital wing or in class when he wasn't focusing, which was too often as he nearly set a potion ablaze in Snape's class the day before. That never happens. Never.

At the moment, Ravenclaw resident vampire halfbreed was pacing back and forth as he was trying to come to terms with how these past few days have been with the help of some of his guy friends. 

"So why are we here again?" Talbott asked, visibly annoyed by Hakon's loud steps. "Odinson, you're going to tear a hole into the ground if you don't slow it down."

"It's useless when he gets like that, and honestly, it's pretty sad," Andre commented as he and Charlie were tossing jelly beans to each other but failing. 

"I don't see the harm. I mean, Chiara is a cool girl. She likes dark and broody cloud of sadness." It was Charlie's turn to take a jab at his mate. 

Hakon turns to his friends as they visibly gulped as his left eye twitch and his nostrils flared up. "Come again, Weasely?"

"What I mean is that a girl. A girl! Fancies you and you two are so close it would be dumb if you didn't move. And soon," Charlie held his hands up in a mock surrender fashion. 

Hakon was always a good friend to Charlie, but sometimes when Hakon was emotional, he was brash, but he knew it was something new for his friend. It was the first time a girl really showed interest in him. So if any of the other guys were in the same boat, they would be having a freak out of some level like him. 

Hakon sighed as he ran his hand through his raven locks. A nervous tick. 

"Guys, I don't know what to do. This isn't as easy as the vaults or searching for my sister. Or trying to read one of Rowan's many book recommendations." 

"Hey!" Rowan said as he acted in mock offense only to be met with a smirk from his best friend. 

"Well, why not ask yourself the big question. Do you like Chiara more than a friend?" Talbott decided it was best to throw the grenade of a question because he'd rather be doing anything else. 

Not that he wasn't up for helping his friend, but they have been going on for over two hours dealing with Hakon's freak out before speaking. 

"You two spend a lot of time together in and out of classes. Hospital wing. I think we've all gotten butterbeer so often, and she took Rowan's spot next to you, mate." Charlie tried stifling a laugh seeing the pout on Rowan's face. 

"Penny told me to let her have it, and she'd explain later. Clearly, this is why."

"No kidding," Andre added on, "I mean, how many times has Hakon carried her on his back from our weekends?"

At that, Hakon couldn't help but blush at his friend's in-depth analysis of the situation between Chiara and himself. The two were almost inseparable since their third year. They were each other's comfort when they felt lonely, and they even shared their deepest secrets that not even their friends know at all. 

"I..." Hakon struggled to form the words. "I do like her. A lot."

"Finally!" All four boys shouted.

"Now what?" Hakon asked his friends, who all now looked dumbfounded.

"You go and tell her how you feel!" Andre shouted, causing Hakon to flinch. 

"Absolutely not!" Hakon shook his head to the side.

"For the love-" 

"Wait! Why not have Hakon ask her out? A date!"

"Rowan, you're brilliant!" Charlie complimented his friend patting his shoulder. 

"Great, good luck." Talbott was about to walk away from them but was grabbed by his cloak, courtesy of Andre. "Andre, let go."

"Not happening until we solve this. Hakon asks Chiara out. We'll even help plan the date and make sure she can't keep her eyes off you."

"Guys, I was more content taking this to the grave."

"Hell no! You're going to ask her out, and that's that!" Andre said as he gripped Hakon's shoulders after letting go, Talbott. 

"I have no choice, do I?"

"Not after you wasted two hours of our lives, no. You don't." 

With that, the boys began planning how Hakon would ask his girl best friend out. Elsewhere, a similar conversation was happening with said girl that was the topic of the boys.

"So let me get this straight. Hakon, our resident moody curse breaker, and you kissed because he was having an adamant time with a medical condition? One we don't know about, but you do?" Merula asked. 

"In short summary, yeah," Chiara said as she twisted a lock of her hair. She had been grilled by her friends for the better part of an hour. Merula has been doing most of the grilling since Chiara, and she became close one day during astronomy and were, for the most part, good friends. However, Merula was Hakon's friend as well, even though they still fought but not as bloody as years prior. 

"Yeah, you need to ask him out," Merula said as she pointed a delicate manicure finger at Chiara. "Because of the tension with you and Odinson is disgusting. I feel the tension ooze off you two, and it's just insanity. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you would want to"

"Okay! Let's slow down before even visiting that idea!" Tonks interjected, getting a thankful smile from her housemate. 

"Though you could always just make him love you with a love potion." Tulip joked. 

"No, remember how he hounded Ismelda about that? I mean, he was terrifying. So that's definitely out of the question." Tonks flopped down on the desk they were having their meeting. 

"I agree with Merula on this. Chiara should ask him out. Hakon may be reserved with his emotion, but that's probably why he's so easy to listen to since he tries to use logic." Penny tapped her chin as the figurative gears began turning in her head. "So use that to explain it to him."

Chiara pondered on her fellow Hufflepuffs words. All of them had her best interest at heart and really were trying to help her out. This wasn't a simple matter; she could cast a spell or drink a potion to make those feelings go away. And she didn't want them to. To her, Hakon was more than some friend. He has been there for her than most of their friends. 

It wasn't that they didn't care, and she understood that, but with Hakon, the moment she was in some trouble or was having a rough day, he'd drop whatever he's doing to help her. It made her feel... special. Important, even. 

"Okay, um, I'll ask him out," Chiara said. She looked at her friends with a mix of determination and nervousness. To which all the girls (except Merula) cheered in delight.

"How are you going to do it?" Penny prompted.

"I was thinking maybe a letter, and he could meet me at the clock tower?"

"Why not the astronomy tower?" Tonks suggested as she knew Hakon had something about stargazing. During an assignment, he had given her an easy idea on how to figure constellation out by using her transforming abilities and applying them to her eyes to depict details. It worked but hurt her eyes, so she just chose the old fashion way and begged for help from him. He begrudgingly did even though Tonks was a pain, and their friendship was real and robust like the many bonds he has despite his moodiness. 

"Great!" Chiara cheered. "Now I gotta write that letter! Thanks, girls!" Chiara left her friends with a pep in her step and new vigor to court her best friend. This was going to end up good or in disaster. 

"So, the boys should have gotten Hakon convinced by now?" Tulip whispered to Tonks. 

"Yep, they should be wrapping it up."

During the afternoon, Chiara had sent an owl to Hakon, telling him to meet her at the astronomy tower within the hour. For Chiara, the moment of truth would be decided soon for her. Hopefully, fate would bless her...

Click!

The doorknob's sound turning and being pushed open woke Chiara from her daydream, standing at the threshold was Hakon. The two briefly locked eyes. Hakon entered the room and smiled at her, which made Chiara speed up just a little faster. 

"Hey."

"Hey."

"I got your letter. You needed to talk about something?"

"Yeah, I did." Chiara brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear as her eyes glanced at Hakon then away again. 

"That's good because there's something I wanted to talk to you about too."

"Really?" Chiara asked. 

"Yeah, and it's important. But it can wait until after you tell me what you wanted to talk about."

"No, it can wait." Chiara started to panic inter, causing Hakon to panic. 

"No, no, you called me here! Only fair, I hear what you say, Chiara."

"No, no-no. Hakon, I insist!"

"No, Chiara, I insist!"

The two went back and said who should speak first for a few moments before they broke into a fit of giggles. 

"Should we say it at the same time?" Chiara tried to calm her laughter as did Hakon, only succeeding barely. 

"I think that would work." Hakon nodded to his friend's suggestion as he felt a lump in his throat building. Now or never. 

One...

Two...

Three!

"Will you go on a date with me?!" The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff shouted to each other. 

Then next came the silence...

"What?" Hakon muttered, a visible blush taking over his face. His mouth moved, but he couldn't utter anything. "She was planning to ask me out? She called me here to ask me out?!"

"I... you wanted to ask me out?" Chiara asked. 

Hakon didn't trust his voice at the moment, so he nodded in response. 

"This... this went better than I expected", Chiara said aloud, only realizing she spoke her mind. "Sorry, it's just that I..."

"You're nervous whether I was going to say "no," weren't you?" Hakon asked, to which Chiara nodded. "Honestly, I was scared you'd say no too. I've been on edge all day because I wanted to ask you, and I couldn't get the guts to ask sooner." 

"Hakon..."

"Chiara, you mean a lot to me. When I first met you, I could tell you were beautiful and not simply in looks alone. But in your heart."

Chiara clutched her chest as a blush began to rise again. 

"When I'm around you, I can't think straight, and my heart is constantly beating loudly in my ears. And when I'm away from you... I feel alone..." Hakon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly looking at the ground. He turned his silver and red eyes up when he felt Chiara's hand on his cheek with a small smile dawning on her face. She really was as beautiful as the sunrise. 

"You mean a lot to me to Hakon. You make me feel alive and that I can just be myself. Hakon, you saved me from being alone for god knows how long it makes me happy. I'm not afraid of myself when I'm with you."

"Neither do I."

Hakon pulled Chiara into his arms in a comforting embrace. Chiara rested her head against his chest and slowly picked up on the rhythm of his fast-beating heart that mirrored her own at the moment. As they stayed in silent comfort, Chiara broke it, who just remembered the reason she called him here. 

"So the date?"

"Oh! Right, the date. Would Saturday work?"

"Yeah, Saturday sounds brilliant." Chiara smiles at him, more enthusiastic, and placing a quick peck on his cheek. "See you then!"

With that, Chiara slipped out of Hakon's arms and left a blushing but grinning vampire to be lost in the brief moment.

"She said yes. Oh shit, she said! I need to start planning!" Hakon jumped off the astronomy tower, turning into his raven form, and flew off. 

He needed to plan, and he definitely needed help with choosing an outfit. Andre better helps after Hakon helped him with his flying the other day and giving him that limited edition hoodie from Pride of Portree for Andre's birthday. Plus, the other guys would help him plan, or he'd be a freaking mess. Just outside the astronomy tower, though, stood Chiara and the girls who were involved. 

"Well?" Merula asked. "Out with it."

"He said yes, and he was planning to ask me out too!" Chiara cheered, showing more excitement than she usually allowed herself to. 

"Awwww!" Penny squealed at the news. "So Hakon really wanted to ask you out? That's so cute!"

"Wait, Hakon was going to ask? Oh, I'm so going to tease him about it." Tonks said as she was about to run off but was grabbed by her collar by Tulip. 

"As much as I would love to tease him too, we don't want to ruin this them, Tonks. Plus, I'm sure Hakon is freaking out planning what they'll do, and he's definitely going to try hard to make this special." 

Tulip knew her friend really tried when it was something important but was slightly lazy if it wasn't. This, though with no doubt probably the essential thing in his life to date. 

"I still can't believe I'm going on a date. Oh, no."

"What is it?" Tonks asked.

"What am I going to wear?!"

All the girls looked to each other then back to Chiara then back to each Other, blinking a few times. 

"WE GOTTA YOU TO ANDRE! NOW!" all the girls said as they grabbed Chiara by her robes and comically pulled her through the castle to find the style wizard. 

As the week progressed, the excitement between the two lovebirds could be seen in their unique ways. Waving at each other during meals and sending random notes in classes (that were not Snapes) only got the two more and more excited for the coming event. Hakon though, did receive teasing from Jae and Andre; seeing their friend so happy was good, but it was also fun to see him get flustered like most do when they fall in love. 

Finally, Saturday...

"Okay, how do I look?" Chiara asked the girls, who all gave a thumbs up. 

"You go and have fun!" Penny said, getting a nod from Chiara. Waving goodbye, Chiara made her way to the school's gate, where Hakon said they met. 

As Chiara made her way over, she spots than young man she'd spend the day with. 

"Hakon!" Chiara called, getting the boy to look toward her with a small smile.

"Hey, Chiara." Hakon greeted her. "Wow, you look just... wow."

Chiara was dressed in a medium-length jean skirt that just came above her knees with a stocking covering legs covering the rest of her legs until they met the covering of brown leather boots with a silver buckle right at the ankle. She wore a white long-sleeved shirt with a light brown leather jacket that came no higher than her chest, a purple and black flannel around her waist with her necklace pulling the outfit together. It was so her. 

"Thank you. You look wow too." Chiara brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, gaze at Hakon with a small smile on her lips, and light blush on her cheeks. 

Hakon wore light blue faded jeans with subtle rips, a black leather belt with a raven buckle, and a black converse pair. Up top, he sported a white v neck and light gray button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and a charcoal cargo jacket stored under his arm. Around his neck was a leather necklace with three rings of gold, silver, and bronze, and on his hands, he had a similar set of rings like Barnaby. Andre got the idea when noticing Hakon never wore jewelry. Ever. 

"So, shall we?" Chiara asked after she snapped out from gawking at her date. 

"We shall," Hakon said as he offered her his hand with a slight blush. Chiara took it, feeling her blushing rising even more as the two began making their way off the school grounds. 

The two made idle talk to Hogsmeade where they'd start their date. 

"So, what do you have planned?" Chiara asked as she looked up to Hakon.

"I can't always give you answers because where the fun would, that be?" Hakon gave Chiara a cheeky grin, to which she responded with a pout causing him to chuckle at the cute display. 

"You're such a pain sometimes."

"All in good fun."

"That's true." Chiara squeezed his hand, reassuring him of their mutual excitement. The two made their way into Hogsmeade and had gone into the Three Broomsticks; Hakon held the door open for Chiara like any gentleman should for any woman. The two grabbed a seat at a table by a corner. The two of them ordered some butterbeer and sat in slightly awkward silence for a few moments. Both tried breaking it, though. 

"So I... oh, no! You go first. No, you! I insist!" both stopped and snickered at the exchange of trying to keep the ball rolling. 

"You go, Chiara. My turn can wait."

"Um, okay," Chiara said as she held her glass and glancing at it and him. "How long have you, know, fancied me?"

"Going straight for the jugular?" Hakon cocked a brow. "If you want me to be honest, for a long time, but I never really realized how I felt until one day during charms. Charlie and Jae work talking about how I've been distracted. Remember when we went rock climbing?"

"Yes?" Chiara said as if it were yesterday. During their fourth year, Hakon, with a few others, went to do some rock climbing. After that rock climbing trip, the group of friends had a bonfire, and many were tired. Chiara had fallen asleep on Hakon's shoulder, where he wrapped a blanket between the two."

"That night, when we were at the bonfire, I realized you were important to me even if our friendship wasn't so more than a year old. However, I didn't start wrestling with my feelings until later on. Well, until recent events." Hakon looked at his glass, thinking of the fond memory they shared. 

"Hakon..." Chiara smiled as she reached across the table and took hold of his hand, causing Hakon to face her with a smile. The sparkle in his silver and red eyes truly made Chiara's heart race as the blue of hers made him do the same. 

"Shall we get going? We still have many things to do if we wanna make it count." Hakon gave the cheeky grin he was infamous for only to get a light eye roll from Chiara, giving a small laugh. Placing a few galleons on the table, the two left the Broomsticks and started weaving in and out of the shops, getting sweets at Honeydukes. Zonko's where they had some hiccoughing sweets (big regret with laughs). They were testing Gladrags Wizardwear, where Chiara dressed Hakon in old fashion wizard hats, getting laughs from him and her as well. 

The two wandered the streets of Hogsmeade, enjoying their time. 

"This has been loads of fun," Chiara said as she entwined her hand with Hakon, who took hers happily. 

"It has. There are two places I've got left to take you. How's your dancing?"

"Dancing?" Chiara questioned. "I'm not too good, but I can at least follow the music's rhythm."

"That's all I needed to know." Hakon pulled Chiara close by her waist, causing a deeper blush to come to her face as the two apparated to Diagon Alley. 

"Why are we here?" 

"Simple, I'm taking you to one of the best places I know." Hakon walked with Chiara with his arm around her waist, not realizing it was still there. 

As he leads them to the particular spot, he had been vague about Hakon cut into a dark alley where a violet neon sign that read "Shadow Notes."

"What is this place?"

"It's a jazz club I come to every once in a while."

The couple entered the club as their ears are hit with the smooth allure of a saxophone, strumming of a guitar, and a woman singing. The smell of alcohol and flowers hung and really kept the place in a relaxed manner. The floors were polished, mahogany wood, tables, and booths scattered the area with a similar design. Candles on each table, a chandelier hung over the certain of the room, and right under it was a dance space of obsidian and marble. Patrons were drinking, dancing, eating, and overall having a good time. 

"Are we allowed in here?" Chiara questioned Hakon with a worried look to receive a confident and reassuring smile. 

The two walked to a table by the dance floor, Hakon pulling the Chiara out for her and pushed her seat in, then took a chair of his own across from her. 

"Welcome to Shadow Notes. Oh, Hakon, how is my favorite customer?" An older man in a butler-like outfit with an apron and a notepad in hand. 

"Hi, Mister Willow." Hakon greeted the older man. 

"See you brought a friend. A bit of beauty, isn't she?"

"Mister Willow!" Hakon groaned. "This Chiara. She's my date!"

"Oh, you're finally growing up." Mister Willow laughed. "It's a pleasure to meet Chiara. Please keep this boy out of trouble, will you?"

"Of course!" Chiara laughed as Hakon pouted.

"I don't get in that much trouble," Hakon muttered. 

"What will you be having?"

"Oh, I don't drink-"

"Two Silver Hurricanes, virgin. Two of Shepard's pies." Hakon quickly shot the order out as the older man wrote the order then walked off. Chiara raised a delicate brow to Hakon, who gave her a brief grin. "Trust me. It'll be worth it and while we wait, let's get on the floor." 

"Hakon, I'm not that good-"

"It'll be fun." Hakon gave a soft smile that reassured her. He really was going the nine yards to make this date worth it. 

Getting up from their chairs, Hakon placed his jacket on the back of his chair, and Chiara followed his example. Taking her hand, the vampire leads the werewolf maiden to the dance floor, and the two began to dance to slow jazz music until it slowly picked up. With the grace of an expert, Hakon spun Chiara, who struggled to keep up but was slowly catching on to her partner's movements' rhythm. They dance, not caring how sloppy they looked but dance with the heart of those just having a good time. Spinning, dipping, and swaying like nothing in the world mattered to them. It was Chiara and Hakon. As the song ended, Hakon pulled Chiara in his arms as she placed her hands to his chest. The two laughing and panting until they notice a few whistles from the patrons of the club. The pair blushed and walked back to their table, where Mister Willow was walking up with their food and drinks in hand. 

"You two seem to be having fun." Mister Willow said as he placed down the food and drinks. "Enjoy you two."

"Thanks, Mister Willow," Hakon said as Willow walked off to his other duties. 

"I didn't realize you danced so well, Hakon."

"I'm not the best, but I like dancing to jazz," Hakon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly while looking away. 

"Oh my god, this smells amazing!" Chiara took a deep sniff of the food in front of her. 

"Wait till you taste it but first," Hakon grabbed the glass of his drink, "a toast. To you."

"What for?" Chiara blushes, covering her face while peaking through her fingers. 

"For being in my life." Hakon gave her one of his rare genuine smiles and raised his glass to her. 

Chiara grabbed her glass and lightly clanked it against his. 

The two took a sip of the drink, and to Chiara's surprise, it was delicious and filled with a subtle fruity taste despite the lack of color. It was a concoction of lemon-lime soda, green grapes, oranges, and raspberries? Its flavor wasn't too strong, but it definitely left the tastebuds wanting more. Then came Shepard's pie, the meat, spices, potatoes, veggies, and gravy blew up in an explosion of fantastic flavors. Hakon sure knew how to pick a place and definitely knew how to make a girl feel special. How long did he plan this?

The two ate, talked, and danced a few more times before it started too late. Hakon apparated then back to Hogsmeade, and the couple made their way back to Hogwarts on foot. Despite their feet being tired, the walk wasn't all so bad as it meant more time together. The time they knew that was about to end soon. As they made their way through the school grounds, Hakon guided Chiara to the courtyard for his evening's final plan. 

"Today was so much fun!" Chiara smiled at Hakon, who sported his smile as well. 

"Me too, Chiara. I'm happy we went out. I don't think I've had such fun in... in a long time."

"Do... do you think we can do this again?"

"I'd hope so. This was a lot of fun, and I'd hate to think this is... that this one a one-time thing."

"It wouldn't be. I, for one, wouldn't want it to be."

"Neither would I." Hakon cupped her chin in his fingers. "Chiara, can you close your eyes?"

Blushing, Chiara did as she asked and waited for what Hakon had planned next. She felt something cold and metallic clasp her right middle finger. It was smooth and light.

"You can open them now."

Oh, she hoped she had was briefly shattered until she looked at her hand to see a silver ring and blue gemstone in the center of it. "What's this? Wait, we saw this at Gladrags! When did you buy this?"

"Oh, I slipped away when you were looking at some shirts. Saw how you were looking at it and thought it would look good on you. Honestly, I'm surprised it fit, but I'm glad nonetheless."

"Hakon..." Chiara looked at the beautiful ring then looked up to him with tears streaming down her face and smile. At that moment, Chiara threw herself into Hakon's arms and kisses him shocking him briefly, but he soon started to return the gesture of affection.

The two broke away from the touching of lips and held each other in a loving embrace. This was their moment, a moment leading to something that will probably last a long time. 

"So... are we, you know?" Hakon stuttered. 

"Yes," Chiara giggled at the shyness he was displaying. "We are something together, boyfriend."

"Girlfriend." Hakon smiled as he lifts Chiara's head for another kiss, but they were sadly interrupted by a loud thump.

"Ow!"

"Tonks?!" Chiara squealed.

"Oh, hey, guys! Sorry I was just um..."

"Tell. Them. To. Come. Out. Now." Hakon spoke in a cold tone that caused Tonks to shiver. 

"Guys! We were caught red-handed! We got a Code: Pissed H!"

At that remark, everyone climbed from their respective hiding spots. Tulip, Penny, Merula, Andre, Talbott, Jae, Barnaby, Badeea, Liz, Ben, and Rowan. All of whom waved nervously at the now established couple. 

"How long were you following?" Chiara acted surprised, but she knew they were following them throughout Hogsmeade until Hakon and her left to Diagon Alley. 

"Until Hakon apparated. After that, we kinda waited around." Penny said as she twiddled with her fingers. 

"Seriously? Guys, this our first date, and you all popping up like this is just-"Hakon was about to give them a severe tongue lashing until Chiara pulled the taller boy down and kissed his cheek. 

"Go easy on the scolding, okay?"

"Yeah..." Hakon blushed as some of his friends started whistling and giving cat calls towards Hakon. "Oh, you're so dead." Hakon immediately chased after the boys who ran away like they just kicked a Hungarian Horntail. "Get back here!"

As Hakon chased the boys, the girls walked up to Chiara and asked how the date went to which she gave a recap of the day's events. Each of the girls had their reactions, but all were happy for Chiara and how Hakon made the day something to remember. Chiara laughed as she watched her boyfriend chase their friends who were screaming like madmen. 

"Hakon, he's my sunrise, and I'm never let that go." Chiara took another glance at him, seeing him laughing and smiling. 

Best. Date. Ever. 

#harry potter hogwarts mystery #hp hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm fanfiction #hphm fic #hphm mc #hakon talon odinson #chiara lobosca #hakon x chiara #vampire x werewolf

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#1: The Thief of Spades - Season One.

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Author:  alifeasvivid - @alifeasvivid

Genre: Romance, comedy, heist.

Rating: Mature

(USUK/UKUS/USUKUS)

Number of chapters: 25. 

Summary: Alfred F. Jones is a notoriously elusive, brazenly cheeky, high-end jewel and art thief known to most only as the Thief of Spades. Many have tried to catch him, but only straight-laced Inspector Arthur Kirkland of New Scotland Yard has ever had any success, mainly because he is a thief himself... that is, he stole Alfred's heart.

Drama level: All is rainbows/A small problem happens for like a second/Some conflicts and tense situations but you can handle it/You may shed some tears/NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY

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- Analysis - 

With reasonably short chapters and a very pleasant writing, The Thief of Spades is definitely one of the readings I would recommend to anyone at any time. If you need a reading you can do even when you are stressed with your exams or work, this is a great option for you.

The story begins very casually. In the first chapters, we are introduced to Alfred and Arthur through small scenes of their encounters, connected in a vague timeline. It's a bit like a cartoon where you don't have to watch every episode to understand what's going on. This, of course, is not a problem. The universe is fun and the characters are charming so this format was already good enough for me. 

However, over time, the plot begins to develop and, as a result, the story, besides being fun, becomes engaging and really moving at certain points.

Let’s talk a bit about said plot. Arthur is a policeman who has been trying for some time to capture Alfred, a thief of precious artifacts. Alfred recognizes Arthur as a worthy opponent (and a major hottie) and likes to purposely press his buttons with every crime he commits, which always annoys the shit out of Arthur. Despite all that, it’s clear that there is a mixture of sexual tension and mutual admiration between the two, and the situation is clearly a “will-they-won’t-they”. While reading it, I bet at some point you will think: JUST KISS ALREADY, YOU DORKS.

Anyway, going back to the story, over time, Arthur learns more about Alfred and vice versa and the two develop feelings for each other that go beyond sexual attraction. However, during that same period, pressure for Alfred to be captured increases and the case goes into the CIA's hands, intensifying Arthur's internal conflict over what he wants to do about Alfred. Especially given that Alfred, despite being a criminal, is a good person, a kind of modern Robin Hood, and is basically the definition of chaotic good.

This fic would be already great even if it stayed in the format of the first few chapters, but the development it goes through really adds a special touch to it. Because the characters are so charismatic and the development of a relationship between them is built with such a sense of anticipation, we end up really rooting for them when they face obstacles. 

Digging a bit in the author’s style, the author writes in the present tense, which I think really fits this story. It creates a sense of immediate action that fits the narrative. Moreover, there is a perfect balance between action and introspection in the writing of this fic that makes it especially good. Here is a part that exemplifies this:

“Emeralds are soft. The Thief of Spades has worked with them before and they are sort of a pain in the ass. They’re high enough on the Mohs scale, but since they often have a lot of imperfections, they break pretty easily and they don’t like heat.

It’s normally not a problem. Alfred F. Jones shoves his hands into his pockets as he admires the vibrant green stone on the pedestal in front of him. The heat thing is normally not a problem unless a thief’s best bet is to free the stone from its twenty thousand dollar display case using a laser.”

See? We start by simply seeing Alfred's thoughts, catching a glimpse of what's going on in his mind, and then we have a quick and smooth transition to the action that's happening right now. This ability to combine introspection and action by the author makes the story very pleasant and easy to read, without losing its depth.

Another great scene that uses this writing technique:

“Everyone has stolen something from someone. Many of the things he takes have already been stolen at one point or another. Someone's blood stains every beautiful thing in the world.

His head still conjures images of plans and contingencies, of meticulous execution and perfect escape. His heart spins philosophies of anti-imperialism and a world where everyone realizes that no one truly owns anything—all structured around a compulsive love of beauty.

Alfred reclines comfortably in his chair, staring at the ring. This is who he has become: a person his eighteen year old self hadn't even known could exist in that moment--someone truly free.”

Amazing, right?

Another thing important to note is that the dialogues are pure gold. They made me have a huuge smirk on my face so many times. The author's sense of humor is really great and their ability to write interactions that have rivalry and seduction at the same time is amazing.

In short, this is a great story that I really recommend. The second season is being written now, so try to leave reviews there to encourage the author so we can have more of this lovely work! Please, please do!

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Here are some of the lines that I really liked:

- “He is not a child, Gil, but yes, this is… oh, what do you call yourself again? The Bandit of Shovels?”

-  “Don’t have the stamina to keep up with me, Inspector?”

Arthur huffs. “Rather, I don’t have the patience.”

- “I’m, like, so sorry,” he says in a ditzy accent. “But does this smell like chloroform to you?” He smothers the guard’s nose with a cloth and uses his surprise to slip a very potent sleeping pill into his mouth. The man goes limp and drops to the floor with a thud. The Thief of Spades chuckles darkly. “That line never gets old.”

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Extra points:

- The use of “♠︎” as a line breaker is a nice touch.

- The author is just really good at describing jewels. 

- Alfred and Arthur have fantasies about each other and they are delightful to read. 

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Epilogue Thoughts

So, I finished the epilogues at around 11 AM on 4/21 and spent the better part of today mulling over it internally. Overall, I think I liked ‘em. Don’t get me wrong, they were brutal and tragic and ripped my heart out, but this is my garbage and I’m allowed to enjoy it. I was planning on liveblogging the epilogues but constantly pausing to jot down my feelings detracted from the overall experience. This is probably gonna be pretty scattershot, since I have neither the ability nor the desire to order my thoughts properly. Now, without any further preamble, let’s get into it.

Jane

 A lot of people said they didn’t like the treatment of Jane in the epilogues, and, fair enough, she was pretty awful and Crocker stans have every right to be pissed. But to anyone saying it came out of left field or didn’t make sense, I’d have to disagree (for the most part). Jane was brainwashed by the Condesce for the first 16 years of her life, and we see the effects of this when she goes Crockertier. She’d almost certainly have baked-in presumptions about how trolls were “meant to be” (ie super violent) even before she was consciously aware that trolls as a race existed. Jane was also always really in denial about having been brainwashed by the Condesce and I can definitely see adult Jane flat-out refusing to do any self-analysis and just assume there are no remaining effects of the brainwashing and she’s “totally cured” now or whatever. Jane’s also not super progressive? Like the conversation where she discovers Dirk has a crush on Jake and that Jake might even reciprocate was pretty uncomfortable to experience, and she starts a business on Earth C even though there’s no real need for corporations in a world with infinite resources. This shows that she’s still stuck in the belief that capitalism is inherently good/necessary for no reason other than “it’s what i grew up with.” All in all I could totally see Jane as someone who’d grow up to become xenophobic and have this colonizer mentality of “I have to regulate the Other because they’re not capable of functioning without me”

As for the non-consensual/rapey stuff... I’m actually not gonna touch that shit with a six-foot pole. The narrative is very explicit in the fact that Jane is an abusive partner and what she’s doing Is Bad, but like if she’s your favourite character you probably aren’t going to be all gung ho about seeing her do all the things that she did, which were admittedly very upsetting to read. I completely understand if you couldn’t read past those parts because they were pretty rough.

The Epilogues do get pretty unpleasant to read though :/

The Epilogues are highly antagonistic towards Homestuck’s readers. This is a fact. Whether this is a good or bad thing is up to interpretation, but it is at the very least not a new thing. Listen to Kate Mitchell of the Perfectly Generic Podcast and YouTuber OptimisticDuelist for more in-depth analysis than I could possibly provide on this, but one of Lord English’s greatest weapons is his ability to get people not to care about Homestuck, or even better, to revile it. That’s what the aspect of Rage represents: Plot Contrivance. As Karkat says,

THERE ARE OUTCOMES THAT ARE EVEN WORSE THAN THE COMPLETE ANNIHILATION OF EXISTENCE ITSELF. FORCES MORE DAMAGING TO THE INTEGRITY OF REALITY THAN THOSE CAPABLE OF TURNING IMAGINATION INTO PURE VOID. THEY ARE FORCES WHICH IF HANDLED RECKLESSLY WILL NULLIFY THE BASIC ABILITY OF INTELLIGENT BEINGS IN ALL REAL AND HYPOTHETICAL PLANES OF EXISTENCE TO GIVE A SHIT.

This is repeated, by Hussie himself no less, later on during his smug self-insert, found here. After Hussie dies and loses control of the narrative, LE is free to try his hardest to get you, the reader, not to give a shit. Rose, in the Epilogue’s Prologue, says that if people stop caring about Homestuck, reality as they know it will break apart, which is exactly in line with LE’s plans. So the fact that the Epilogues are very hostile towards the reader is basically par for the course. That said, I can see how it kinda sounds like I’m being all “oh it’s SUPPOSED to be shitty you wouldn’t underSTAND,” but that’s. literally what’s happening. and there’s evidence for it in the text.

Of course, in the past, when the narrative would pull things like this it would be under the guise of, say, Homosuck, which is very obviously meant to be bad and is presented in a fun, satirical way. The Epilogues, on the other hand, are downright upsetting. They’re presented in a much grittier light, which can obfuscate to what degree it’s Actually A Joke, if it even is a joke in any capacity. The fact that they’re tragic, though, should not be seen as evidence that they’re bad.

Some stuff I Liked

Both routes had some really top-notch interactions in them. A lot of folks seem to be overlooking how genuinely good the writing was. I said the phrase, “they’ve still got it” ALOUD to myself once or twice because the dialogue really did have that good ole Homestuck Charm. The Dave/Karkat/Jade interactions early on in Candy (before everything went to shit) were pretty great, as was basically everything that came out of English’s mouth. I dunno who the Antiquities Consultant was, but they did an excellent job at mirroring Jake’s usual speech pattern. I find that a lot of people, when writing Jake, just kinda throw in as many random old-timey words as possible and as a result it feels kinda disjointed, but the writing team for the epilogues managed to make him feel very... would light be a good way to put it? Sort of airheaded I guess. Just very goofy idk

We got to see Rosemary and they were married and raised a kid and it was the best! Rose was really well-written, as was Kanaya; I really loved seeing those personalities balance each other out again. It was nice to see them be good parents in the Candy-verse. The Vriska they raised was such a fucking scamp too! It was nice to see a Vriska who had a positive home environment but still had that same spunk

Also, Dave. Just, all of Dave. He was really solidly written throughout the whole thing. I fucking love his interest in the economy holy shit. I got to hear Dave Strider say the phrase  “neoliberal austerity measures.” That’s the best. “Economically Aware Anti-capitalist Dave” is rivaled only by “Karkat (True Leftism)”. I’ve seen a few complaints that Dave’s interest in the economy was also OOC, but for one thing he’s an adult and can cultivate new interests if he likes, and for another Dave is a pretty clever kid, and very numerically-minded. (Is that a term? I mean he’s good at maths and such). Don’t forget, not only did he manage to accumulate all the wealth on LOCAH in the span of three days by taking over their stock markets, but he also used the hash map modus in his day to day life, showing that he was able to do calculations in his head as quick as breathing. As shown here, the hash map modus is pretty complex and requires you to come up with a word that has the same value as the thing you wanna use in order to use it. That’s not easy to do on a dime and yet he uses it in his rooftop battles with Bro. All of this is to say, he’d certainly learn to be very good at economics if he wasn’t already. It just suits him.

Oh and I also love that Dave still makes SBaHJ and Karkat has a bunch of sockpuppet accounts he uses to defend Dave’s honour. it’s very cute.

Karkat also had some lines in the epilogues damn. I hadn’t realized how starved I was of VantasRage until I read a few of his rants. Also we finally got to see Badass Rebel Leader Karkat and he’s just as great as we all knew he’d be

The davekat kiss in Meat was great too. It was very gratifying to see after all the narrative cockblocking that went down in Candy.

John realizing in the Candy universe that he isn’t responsible for everything and that they’re all still just people with their own autonomy was good. Much as I have problems with the Candy universe on a whole I liked this specifically.

Also, roxygen! I love roxy/callie as much as the next guy but John and Roxy were very cute near the end of the comic and I liked seeing them grow up and have a kid. John names his son after the guy from Night Court because he’s a massive dweeb. Love it.

We got some great Terezi writing as well. The johnrezi at the end of Meat was nicely written and made me feel a whole host of emotions despite me not even having shipped them that hard beforehand.

OH MY GOD THE OBAMA SHIT. I almost forgot to put this in because I was focused on other stuff but my word the whole Obama Situation was beautiful I loved every second of it. It was so over-the-top in the best way and it simultaneously carried airs of being So Serious And Important To The Narrative and being just the dumbest load of crap. I loved it so much

Also, I was very happy with Roxy and Callie coming out. Roxy talking about how he’d already come out as dating an alien with a green skull for a head and how it felt like maybe he was being “selfish” by also wanting to come out as trans was a great illustration of something that already-out LGB people often feel when realizing they don’t identify with their assigned gender. Additionally, Calliope coming to terms with the fact that they don’t have to identify as female just to further differentiate themselves from Caliborn was great. It really helped to show how far they’d come from just being Caliborn’s foil into being their own person. However, this leads into:

Some stuff I didn’t like

Speaking of Roxy and Callie’s transition, Dirk also came out. As a transphobe. Which was disappointing, to say the least. He made a point of misgendering Roxy as often as possible and was pretty dismissive towards NB people when he learned about Calliope’s identity. (You could make an argument that Dirk is being thoughtless by misgendering Roxy and not intentionally malicious, but I don’t see Dirk as the kind of guy who slips up very often. He’s very careful with language.) I always headcanoned Dirk as trans, as I’m sure most people did, so having him just up and become transphobic was kind of the worst. I intend to talk about Epilogue!Dirk a lot more in a later post but yeah. Not a fan.

EDIT: I’ve thought about the Dirk thing a little more and he does eventually start calling Roxy by the correct pronouns, albeit in kind of a “see see look at how openminded im being youre such a manly dudely stud bro” way. Dirk’s initial discomfort with Roxy and Callie’s identity more comes from his own egotistical belief that he should have already known about it than it does from genuine animosity. That aside, he does still say “She probably would have loved being a “they” when she was a teen,” which sorta rubs me the wrong way. I might just be being oversensitive though.

Also, in the Meat universe, Rose and Kanaya split up! I’m very upset about that. Ultimate Power be damned, I want happy, married lesbians! It sucks that we either have Rosemary OR Davekat but not both

On the topic of davekat, Jade really got done dirty by both Epilogues, huh? She was used as a narrative device in one and was an intrusive presence in the lives of Dave and Karkat in the other. TBH I was never a fan of davekatjade for a lot of reasons but I would have preferred they be in a happy poly relationship than what actually happened in Candy.

Actually, the only two polyamorous relationships in the Epilogues both turned out awfully. I doubt any of the writing staff had anything against poly people; I’m sure it was just a coincidence but either way it’s pretty unfortunate. I have a bit to say about this but this is running too long as is.

Gamzee

Fucking Gamzee.

Unanswered Questions

Will there be any further updates? I sure hope there will, because the ending was not very satisfying and creates more questions than it answers. I can sort of see where it might be going but they left way too much up in the air and it feels very much like it’s unfinished. V has referred to it as “the whole thing” on twitter, so it might be finished for good, but i really hope it isn’t

Why did Rose say the session they’re creating will be the most important session of SBURB ever played? Why couldn’t they play it on Earth C? Surely Earth C’s inhabitants would be more used to seeing alien life forms and would know the basics of SBURB, thus making it more likely for them to survive it. Why go to the trouble of seeding a whole new planet? I’m curious.

Can a character be said to be “Out Of Character” if the character’s own creator wrote those actions? What if they passed on the actual writing to someone else but still had to verify it themselves? What does OOC even mean? Does it mean “this doesn’t fit my headcanon” or “there is no evidence for this” or “the author wouldn’t write them like this”? If it’s the last one, can an author merely saying “this interpretation is correct” absolve ANY action from being deemed OOC? I like that I’m being made to think about this kind of thing now

To what degree is each universe truly “Canon”? I’m aware that Candy lost its canon-ness when John decided not to fight LE, but the two universes are intrinsically linked: we see characters from one universe travel to another and it’s implied that Terezi has spoken to both Johns. How canon is Meat, even? Are either of them even still bound by the need to be part of the Alpha Timeline anymore, since Lord English has been created? What does anything mean?

Final Musings

I understand completely if you don’t like the epilogues. Maybe you think they’re too dark. Maybe you just don’t agree with portrayals of the characters. Maybe you hate that they gave jade a fucking tail when she never had one in the main comic. There certainly were bits of it that I wasn’t a fan of, but there are also parts I really wanna go draw fanart of right now. I like the Epilogues, but if I write fanfic or make dumb joke posts about Earth C, I’m probably gonna ignore large swaths of it (such as, I’ll probably keep both John and Dirk alive, and make them kiss a lot)

There has been a great deal of vitriol directed specifically at Hussie about the epilogues despite the fact that other people worked on them. It’s difficult to take these criticisms in good faith when so many people are blaming solely Hussie. I’m aware that he had total control over actual plot elements and wrote a bit of dialogue, but the bulk of the actual text was written by V. Another thing I’ve noticed is that people’s attitudes towards the epilogues are very much like the general attitude towards Act 7 when it first came out. I’ll admit, I left the Homestuck fandom in like 2014 and didn’t return until mid-2017, but people’s Jimmies were definitely still Rustled even then. There was a general atmosphere of “I hate Hussie, and you should too! The ending was bad and no one asked for it!” but as time went on, and people started analyzing the ending and making meta posts about it, everyone sort of grew acclimated to the ending. Suddenly, the general consensus was that Homestuck was Good Again Finally and the ending was Amazing and The Fandom Loved It. I feel like maybe that sort of thing’s gonna happen again with the Epilogues. I really hope that, as it continues to update (if it does), everyone will sort of chill out about it

#homestuck #homestuck analysis #epilogues #epilogue spoilers #tw rape mention #i really felt roxy's hesitance to come out because i also feel like this sometimes? i'm not too sure what i really id as #and any degree of introspection makes me feel pretty guilty #like im already bi why do i need to be genderweird too #that was a lil too personal so i didnt put it in the main post #also im definitely gonna make more posts about this im not even close to being done talking #long post

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Deep Breath - Doctor Who blog (New Doctor, Same Bullshit)

(SPOILER WARNING: The following is an in-depth critical analysis. If you haven’t seen this episode yet, you may want to before reading this review)

I was very cross going into Deep Breath back in 2014, and before I talk about this episode, I’d like to quickly address all the bullshit that surrounded the buildup to the Twelfth Doctor.

Moffat kept saying how Series 8 was going to represent a brand new direction for the series and that this new Doctor would be so different to any we’ve seen before. He even hinted at the possibility of a female and/or non-white Doctor, saying there was no reason why it couldn’t happen. Who did we end up with? Peter Capaldi! Wow! A middle aged white guy?! Never seen one of those before!

Now before @furrychimp has a go at me, I’ve got nothing against Peter Capaldi. He’s a brilliant actor and I was confident he’d be great in the role. That’s not the issue. The problem I had was that Peter Capaldi was the only actor auditioned for the role. Moffat didn’t even try to think outside the box or look elsewhere. I’m not angry because Capaldi was cast in the role. I’m angry because of the wasted opportunity here. It was a year after the 50th anniversary. A chance to break new ground and try something different, and Moffat didn’t take it. If Moffat knew a non-white, non male Doctor wasn’t on the cards, why in God’s name did he keep banging on about it? It’s like I said in my review of A Good Man Goes To War, he’s more concerned with looking progressive than actually being progressive. Anyone can say there needs to be more diversity or that there needs to be change, but unless someone within the industry actually pulls their finger out and does something about it, those are just empty, meaningless words.

‘Oh but Capaldi is a lot older than previous Doctors.’

Bollocks! He was 55! That’s not old! And besides, we’ve had older Doctors before. He’s not even the first actor to play an older Doctor in New Who, or have we all conveniently forgotten about John Hurt all of a sudden? This is nothing new or original. And while I’m on the subject of his age, good God how fucking patronising were the press at the time? Listening to them, you’d think Capaldi was a 200 year old corpse that had arisen from his tomb and was at risk of collapsing into a pile of bones by the end of the series. The whole obsession with his age was seriously odd on both sides (those who thought this was some kind of cheap novelty and those who thought Capaldi was so weak and frail that he wouldn’t be able to get around the TARDIS without the use of a motorised wheelchair).

And then there’s the promise that the show was going to get a lot darker than it was before, to the point where the BBC pushed the show further back in the schedules so that you knew how dark this was going to get. This isn’t teatime entertainment anymore. It has to be broadcast at 8:00pm because it’s going to be so much daaaaaarker. 

Well... we’ve all seen Deep Breath. We all know that was bollocks.

Seriously, how is this any different from an episode in the Matt Smith era? (apart from the fact that Peter Capaldi is less zany and more tolerable than Matt Smith was). It still has the same goofiness and forced whimsey to it (more on that later). In fact some of the humour is actually worse than the Matt Smith era’s. When Madame Vastra tricks the Doctor into forming a psychic link with her so she can put him to sleep, they actually had the fucking nerve to add a comedy cartoon sound effect when he falls unconscious. How fucking desperate can you get?!

But what really strikes me about Deep Breath is how utterly unoriginal it all is. The clockwork robots are back from the overrated Girl In the Fireplace and they’re basically just doing the same shit as they did before only with an extra helping of stupid sprinkled onto them for good measure. ‘Don’t breathe’ is basically the same gimmick as ‘don’t blink’, but whereas ‘don’t blink’ made the Weeping Angels bloody terrifying, ‘don’t breathe’ just makes the clockwork robots laughably inept. A lot of the plot is similar to The Talons Of Weng-Chiang and we’ve seen dinosaurs in London before in Invasion of The Dinosaurs. Not to mention all the lines taken straight from the classic series that Moffat is determined to grind into the dirt (I swear if I hear the ‘you’ve redecorated’ gag one more time, I’m going to scream). Is this what constitutes a brave new direction now? Rehashing plots and concepts from previous stories rather than coming up with your own ideas? Moffat, go stick one of your BAFTAs up your arse. Best place for it as far as I’m concerned.

What’s worse is that this episode has been extended to an hour and 15 minutes, most of which seems to consist of extra scenes of the Paternoster Gang being their usual unfunny selves. At this point it’s not just that they’re boring, underdeveloped and utterly uninteresting characters that bothers me, but also that they are making the Doctor’s universe too small. The man has travelled all across time and space, Surely he must know some other people who would be willing to help him. Why do we keep having to come back to the Paternosters? Strax is still fucking irritating (how can he not tell the difference between an eye and a mouth? Humans and Sontarans aren’t that different. And what was even the fucking point of that medical checkup anyway other than to pad out the runtime?), and I really take issue with how Vastra and Jenny are written. I’ve taken issue with how Moffat presents LGBT characters in his stories before, but this just takes the cake. The episode constantly finds ways to patronise and objectify Jenny while Vastra plays a ‘man with boobs’ type role. And it gets worse when Clara gets involved and we see Vastra start to morph into the predatory lesbian stereotype. Call me picky, but I think we deserve better representation that that. And don’t get me started on that bullshit ‘oxygen share’ kiss. Doctor Who has never been apologetic about two heterosexuals kissing, so why should it treat two homosexuals any differently? It’s just wrong! If they’re open and okay about same sex marriage, why are they being so coy about two lesbian partners being intimate with each other?

So let’s talk about the Twelfth Doctor. Despite my anger and frustration towards the circumstances surrounding his casting, I knew Capaldi would make a great Doctor and he does do a good job in the role for the most part. I liked the stuff at the beginning where the Doctor is really confused and was having memory problems. You could almost draw parallels between him and someone suffering from a memory disorder like Alzheimer’s and it’s genuinely unnerving to see the Doctor in such a high level of distress. I also really liked his final confrontation with the robot and the moral ambiguity of whether or not he pushed him. This is a very different Doctor from Matt Smith and I’m curious to see where they take him (remember I haven’t seen any episodes past Kill The Moon, so I genuinely have no idea what happens to him). Unfortunately all of this is punctured by the usual shit you find in post regeneration episodes. A lot of crazy goofiness and pondering over whether or not this is the same man as before. Admittedly the latter was interesting at first, and The Christmas Invasion did add some dramatic weight to it what with the Doctor being the last of his race and therefore having a more personal connection with Rose than he did with any other companion as a result, but after the twelfth time you’ve done it, you’re just bored by this point. Is the Doctor the same person as before? Er... Kind of. That should be firmly established by now considering the number of bloody times the show has asked this question. Can we move on?

A lot of times I feel Capaldi is scuppered by the humour. He can be a great comedic actor, but this sort of material just doesn’t work with him. It’s too whimsical and eccentric, like the whole sequence with the horse or him calling the dinosaur a big sexy woman. It feels like Moffat is still writing for Matt Smith and it just doesn’t sound right coming out of Capaldi’s mouth. And then there’s the painfully obvious metaphors. There’s a lot you could interpret about the Doctor from what you see on screen. The similarities between him and the robot, and how they both change and replace body parts to the point where you could argue they’re not the same people they originally were. The similarities between him and Vastra, both hiding behind some kind of mask in order to feel accepted. All potentially interesting, but what ruins it is Moffat’s need to fucking spell it out for us. How about crediting your audience with some intelligence?

I really hope Chris Chibnall doesn’t go through all this shit when Jodie Whittaker takes over. In my view, all post regeneration episodes should be like The Eleventh Hour. New body, new personality and then it’s business as usual.

But by far the worst aspect of Deep Breath is Clara. I can understand being worried about the Doctor’s memory problems and state of mind, but that’s clearly not the case at all. Clara is more concerned that the Doctor has gotten visibly older, which is beyond absurd. She’s seen all of the previous Doctors. She’s met the War Doctor. Why should the Twelfth Doctor be a shock to her? Vastra says it’s because the Doctor is no longer young and sexy and, no matter how much Clara tries to deny it, that’s pretty much the only reason I can think of why she’d be angry at the Doctor. I honestly can’t see any other alternative. It doesn’t make any sense why she would be this shocked about the Doctor’s regeneration. At one point she even asks how they change him back. It just makes her come across as really shallow and selfish (not a narcissist or an egomaniac. Seriously Moffat, try browsing a dictionary some time). But what really gets me is that the episode clearly expects you to be on Clara’s side, even going so far as to try to imply that the Doctor is so different now that he has at one point abandoned Clara and left her to die, which I didn’t buy for a second. The First Doctor may well have done that, but he’s a very different man by now. Does she have to stay as the companion? They even wheel out Matt Smith again for yet another goodbye speech to reassure her about Peter Capaldi, which was just plain silly. I suspect the BBC were a little worried that people wouldn’t accept an older, less romantic Doctor. I think the BBC need to have a bit more faith in the audience. May I remind everyone that Doctor Who lasted nearly 30 years without the need to shove in any Doctor/companion romances or snogging and people loved it?

And finally we get Michelle Gomez pissing about in a garden. Who is this mysterious and clearly crazy woman who appears to have intimate knowledge of the Doctor? Gee, it couldn’t be the Master, could it? Oh no! Of course not! The Master is a man! And besides, Moffat would NEVER do a plot twist that bloody obvious.

So what is the Promised Land? I don’t know and I don’t really care to tell you the truth. i’ve become so sick and tired of Moffat’s convoluted series arcs and endless intrigue that I honestly can’t even muster up the energy to even be mildly curious about it.

Deep Breath is an uncreative, boring and lazy start to Series 8. That being said, the Twelfth Doctor does show promise. We’ll see where they go from here.

#deep breath #steven moffat #doctor who #twelfth doctor #peter capaldi #clara oswald #jenna coleman #bbc #review #spoilers

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In depth analysis on Destiel [S4-S5]

4x01: Sparks LITERALLY fly when Castiel is introduced

4x01: The eyfucking saga begins

4x03: Castiel’s facial expression + shoulder touch. Soft facial expression as if pondering to himself what these feelings for Dean mean.

4x07: Castiel tries multiple times throughout the episode to redeem himself in Dean’s eyes. There isn’t any *real* reason that he should care so much about what Dean thinks of him.

4x07: Dean admits to trusting Castiel even if he’s an angel (and he doesn’t trust other angels)

4x10: Uriel: “You see he has this weakness, he likes you” and Dean looks hopeful af.

4x10: Castiel dreamwalks in Dean’s dreams and he seems completely cool with him and not awkward or nervous. He even recognizes that Castiel is doing it.

4x10: Dean saves Castiel from Alistair

4x16: Castiel get’s reprimanded by the higher ups in heaven for starting to get too “feely” with Dean. Castiel:  “ I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. They feel I've begun to express emotions. The doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgment.”

4x16: Castiel investigates why Dean got hurt when it was none of his concern.

4x18: Castiel is starting to doubt heaven and listen to Dean’s side. The preparations for his fall from grace set into motion because of Dean.

4x18: Castiel watches Dean in his sleep,

4x20: More Destiel dreamwalking

4x20: Dean doesn’t question Castiel asking to meet him and goes without having to be told twice. This is behavior that is VERY unlike Dean.

4x20: When they arrive and Castiel is nowhere to be found, Dean sounds and looks audibly upset.

4x20: Lol Dean tries to eyefuck Jimmy but he realizes that Jimmy isn’t reciprocating. The mutual eyefucking is ONLY present when Castiel is around and Sam takes notice of the eyefucking (or lack thereof).

4x20: Dean kind of panics when Anna tells him that Castiel was dragged back home by the angels in a very painful way.

4x20: When Jimmy & Amelia kiss, the camera pans to Dean and he looks absolutely WRECKED with jealousy.

4x20: Jimmy gets shot and Dean flips the fuck out (when he honestly wouldn’t have given that much of a damn had it been anyone else or a winged-dick)

4x21: Dean asks Castiel angrily “what the hell happened in Illinois?” referring to themselves, not including Sam.

4x21: Castiel begins to stay far away from Dean - implying that he KNOWS when he’s too close in proximity to Dean.

4x21: Castiel walks away from Dean and we’ve never seen that happen before. Usually, Dean walks away from Castiel when he’s distressed over something going on between them.

4x21: The zoom out shot is a romantic trope in movies. They stare at each other for nearly 20 seconds.

4x22: Castiel bangs Dean up against a wall,covering his mouth and leaning so close that it looks like they’re going to kiss.

4x22: Castiel chooses Dean over heaven because he freaks out over Dean being disgusted by him and wanting to give himself over to Michael. (Note: He chooses DEAN, not the Winchesters at this point, just DEAN)

5x02: Castiel: “ I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you.” case in point.

5x02: Dean gives Castiel the amulet without much fight. The amulet that Dean feels naked without. The amulet he’s been wearing since he was a kid and that is so attached to him that his soul wore it in hell.

5x03: Castiel appears less than a foot away from Dean’s face and they both stand there for a while without moving when they could easily turn away without making it too awkward

5x03: Dean refers to himself and Castiel as thelma and louise. Thelma & Louise kiss before going out  together. Gay pairing reference. THIS is the look he gives Castiel while he says it. HE IS SMITTEN.

5x03: Dean straightens Castiel’s collar and tie like a proud husband.

5x03: Dean asks what Cass wants to do on his last night on earth. Castiel just looks at Dean for a while. (Which could be taken as “you. I want to do you dean”) before responding.

5x03: Dean is surprised Castiel is a virgin. Makes VERY random unnecessary comment about Bert & Ernie being gay and exclaims he will not let Cass die a virgin. Second gay pairing reference in this ep.

5x03: Castiel implies he’s never been with a woman because he didn’t have time for it. What DID he have time for though? Watching Dean sleep the past year. Lol. 

5x03: Dean takes Castiel to a brothel and Castiel fumbles his chance to sleep with a girl. Him & Dean leave the brothel arm in arm happily laughing.

5x03: When Raphael shatters a window, Castiel automatically shields and protects Dean on instinct.

5x04: Even in the future as a strung out stoner with a sex addition, Castiel is at Dean’s side and ready to die for him at a moment’s notice.

5x04: Past dean is absolutely bewildered that future Dean would sacrifice his friends - and more importantly, that he would sacrifice Castiel, placing Castiel a step above the rest.

5x04: Future Castiel says this in a line they cut from the script: “But instead, we become this. The only thing I think we have left, Dean and me, is each other. If Dean says it’s time to go out in a blaze of glory, win or lose, so be it. I’m in. But, then... That’s just how I roll.”

5x04: There’s a 4 part argument that is prettyin depth and implies that future Castiel & Dean were in a relationship and all of camp chitaqua knew. pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

5x08: The host calls Castiel Dean’s “pretty boy angel” and it cuts to a reaction shot from Dean like he agreed.

5x08: Castiel breaks into the tv land they’re in and the trickster sends him away. Dean flips out over if Castiel is hurt. It takes Castiel possibly getting hurt for Dean to LOSE HIS COOL.

5x10: Dean calls Castiel “Huggy Bear”

5x13: Dean is considering saying yes to Michael. Sam points out John had eventually said yes to save Mary - the love of his life.

5x13: A few episodes later, Dean tries to say yes too even though he & Sam are not currently in danger....the only one in danger at that point is Castiel....

5x13: Castiel nearly collapses and Sam & Dean both help him up but they help him up in very different ways. Sam is worried about pulling Castiel up, meanwhile Dean is just worried about sticking to Castiel’s side no matter what happens or if he collapses WITH castiel. ex 1, ex 2, ex 3, ex 4

5x13: Anna dies in this episode. She was originally the one meant to be dean’s love interest endgame. That clearly didn’t pan out. I wonder why.... *cough*CASTIEL*Cough*

5X14: Dean calls Castiel and Cass appears INCHES from his face and neither of them move away for a good amount of time.

5x14: Everyone is being affected by their desires and lusts. We see Dean, doing this, towards Castiel quite a bit throughout the episode.

5x14: Dean sends Castiel in to send with Famine and freaks out with worry within seconds on the basis that Castiel is taking too long.(We see this again during 12x10) 

5x14: GEE I WONDER WHAT DEAN IS HUNGERING FOR???

5x16: Dean wears a shirt with a bear on it that says “I wuv hugs” - remember how Dean called Castiel “huggy bear?”

5x16: At the end of the episode, Castiel returns the amulet to Dean and it plays out like a sad girlfriend returning a ring to an ex lover. Dean then throws it in the trash. HMMMMM???

5x18: Dean says: "Cass, not for nothing but last person who looked at me like that, I got laid," and then winks at Castiel.

5x18: Dean says: “Blow me, Cass”

5x18: Castiel & Dean fight because Castiel took it VERY personally that Dean was hellbent on giving up.

5x21: Castiel calls Dean and tells him he is now a mortal. Dean looks absolutely broken and bewildered. Castiel then proceeds to apologize to Dean,even through his current state. Cass values Dean more than his own immortality/mortality.

5x22: Castiel tries to shield Dean from the pain of seeing his brother get killed on the battlefield.

5x22: Michael snaps bobby’s neck and kills Castiel by disnitigration. Dean seems to give up after he sees Castiel explode.

5x22: Castiel reappears, healed and tells Dean that God helped and give Dean what he wanted. Hmmmm I wonder if that also was meant to include Castiel? *wink*

I got a lot of this from tvtropes but it was really clusterfucked so I tried to write it out better.

Part 2 (Season 6 & 7)

#Destiel #deancas #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #endverse #blog #meta #my meta #personal

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Gainax Retrospective Review 3: FLCL...drugs?

Everyone has a different way of handling depression. Some people handle depression through singing, some through working, some through alcohol and some use...sadder methods. In the case of artists, we use our work to get through this rough patch in life, usually working out our issues through the work. Sometimes we get something great out of it like The Starry Sky by Van Gough and sometimes we get something that could have been great but was bogged down by a deteriorating mental state like our last subject, Neon Genesis Evangelion. And then you get something so out of left field that defining it’s quality is in and of itself a challenge.

That is the case of FLCL. Released in the year 2000, FLCL is a six episode OVA made by Studio Gainax and was their first work after completing the massive storm of angst, sorrow and hate that was End of Evangelion. The anime was rumored to made as a sort of pick me up from EoE’s shitstorm and this ends up manifesting in the show as a driving force behind the anime that results in the show being the exact opposite of NGE. However, by the Horseshoe Theory, this makes FLCL have a similar feel to NGE just with different reactions. Whereas NGE was nonsensical because the anime was too serious, FLCL was nonsensical because the anime never once took itself seriously. NGE’s artstyle was erratic due to budgetary issues, FLCL was erratic because of the writing. NGE was a complete mind screw revolving around sorrow, FLCL was a complete mind screw revolving around joy. This happens much more in the specifics so let’s move on.

FLCL centers around the exploits of Natoa, a twelve year old who is obsessed with acting maturely and thus acts rather short tempered and stressed due to the wackiness of the people around him. This only gets worse once he meets an absolute mind fuck of a woman named Haruko Haruno, a supposed alien that ran him over with a Vespia, gave him 3-D mouth to mouth and hit him on the head with reved up guitar. Now he has phallic horns growing out of his head that form into monsters whenever he gets emotional, particularly when he has “fooly cooly” thoughts.

... Yeah, the plot is all over the damn place. Befitting the series’ erratic and hyper atmosphere, the show doesn’t really have a clear focus in the story. The first episode is Natoa dealing with Haruko as she keeps bugging him, the second is Natoa dealing with his older brother’s high school girlfriend Mamimi and the third episode is him hanging out with a female classmate named Ninimori. Episode 4 does give us the man who would help focus the plot onto Haruko and what she wants but the anime is clearly more interested in the themes of the story as well as being as weird as possible so let’s move on.

One of FLCL’s two themes is all about sex...and by that I mean sexual attraction and sexual feelings. FLCL itself is supposed to be slang for sex noises (I say suppose because no one knows what the hell FLCL actually is and even with the upcoming seasons I doubt we ever will.) This is constantly seen throughout the series as Naota, in his attempt to be mature, struggles with accepting these new and weird feelings in him, manifested through the said phallic objects that come out of his head. It’s also shown that Naota has a very childish look on sex as he actively avoids it and thinks that kissing a girl will make him mature. This is further reinforced by both Mamimi and Haruko’s advances on him...gross. And by the fact that most people in the show are obsessed with sex. It’s all about accepting that aspect of life and going with it. Neon Genesis Evangelion looked at the more psychological aspect of this while FLCL seems to tackle the more physical aspect of this and objectively they both do an alright but flawed job as both can get caught up in their respective attitudes to actually get the point across fully (NGE in it’s depression and FLCL in it’s insanity.)

The other theme of FLCL is the mass people wear and how unhappy it makes them. Naota wears a mask of maturity but all it does is isolate him from his peers and make his life miserable. Mamimi wears a mask of sanity but never gets any better. Ninimori wears a mask of maturity too and it actively hurts her as well. Even Haruko wears a mask and in the end she doesn’t get what she wants. It’s only the people that act like themselves, their crazy, illogical, stupid selves that are happy and comfortable The best example of this is actually Naota’s father Kamona, who acts very childish and silly and petty throughout the show but is the only one who actually ahs high spirits. In the end, the characters learn to stop wearing a mask and live how they should, growing in the process. Again, this is yet another thing that it has in common with NGE as it had an analysis of people’s psychology which involved masks and defense mechanism. I’d argue that FLCL’s message is more healthy as it revolves around overcoming this rather than just looking at it but NGE had a much greater analysis of it (even if the analysis was one sided.)

And finally we take a look at the humor. The humor in FLCL is rather crass and dependent on the watcher to be knowledgeable about classic anime if not that then Gainax anime in general as there are a ton of in jokes. FLCL’s humor is also based on taking the viewer by surprise through sheer insanity so if you happen to be familiar to this then you might see the jokes coming. For everyone else, it’s a weird, wild and fun as hell ride.

Moving onto the characters we’ll be analyzing four: Naota, Mamimi, Haruko and Kamona. First up to bat is Naota. Naota, as said before, is a twelve year old trying to act like he’s sixty nine or something, constantly frustrated and annoyed by the wacky antics of his hometown as he childishly insists that everything is ordinary. He wants to be mature because of his father’s immaturity and his brotehr’s perceived maturity but is often misguided in these senses as Naota confuses pessimism with maturity, looking at everything in a negative light and bottling up his emotions and feelings. The story rightfully treats this as wrong and shows the damage it can do as Naota is only seen improving as he lets himself go and accept what is happening around him. As a comparison to Shinji and Noriko, Naota does get more clear development than Shinji but he doesn’t really suffer enough for his development to have as much of an impact as Noriko nor is his problems that complex like SHinji or Noriko thus while Natoa does develop he is an all around less interesting character.

Second base is stolen by Haruko Haruno. Wacky as hell, more flirtatious than a succubus, not lacking in the looks department and her actual knowledge ranging from below to above average, Haruko is the essence of the show i.e. absolute insanity. Haruko is always gleeful and hyper even as she is causing destruction on such a massive scale most Shonen villians are taking notes, her wacky antics are just as likely to harm Naota as well as help him. There is this constant mystery to her that makes the pink haired woman completely unpredictable as you never know if she’s going to make a joke, sexual harrasess someone, taunt someone or kill someone with the variations in between. The only thing you can pinpoint about Haruko is that she is far from heroic. Her actions cause massive destruction and would probably kill people if everyone wasn’t made of the same crap as Looney Toons characters and the amount of property damage she has caused can be measured in the tens of millions. And this is Haruko at her best. At her worst she is a complete sociopath that doesn’t care about anyone but herself and uses everyone else as pawns in her game. This makes her an incredibly fun character to watch and she does have her more interesting moments when she lets out her more sociopathic side but unlike Naota Haruko never develops as a character. Even her sociopathy is just the logical conclusion of her insanity and actions so anyone who knows this came off the heels of NGE can see this coming. Since she acts as a mentor figure...I think, the best example to compare to would be Kazumi or Misato and while she is a definite improvement over Misato as she does help Naota even as she is trying to harm him, her personality is far too different to act as a proper comparison to Kazumi and acts more to see what would happen if you flipped her character around.

Third base belongs to Mamimi, the high school girl friend of Naota’s big brother and a constant source of frustration, confusion and just weirdness for Naota. Although she starts out innocent enough when she is just flirting with Naota, events in the story show that Mamimi is not well in the head, being completely obsessed with Naota’s brother to the point she calls anything she gets attached to “Taku-Kun” (Her nickname for his brother) and also causing massive destruction for the city due to her hatred for the city. The more Mamimi puts on her mask of sanity, the deeper and deeper she falls into the rabbit hole of her mind and likewise the less and less prominent in the story she becomes. Eventually she does get better due to being inspired by Naota’s growth but we never directly see it. Amongst a sea of wacky individuals, she just doesn’t stand out all that much.

And finally we take a look at Kamona, Naota’s father. Eccentric, childish, weird and just out of this world, Kamona is the main reason why Naota tried his hardest to act as grown up as possible as his father is a weird man child. In fact, he’s such a man that he once changed the entire artstyle of the show into manga form, shot his son with a pistol like he was swatting a fly, pretended he was from Nazi Germany for a war game over having sex with Haruko, once acted as a massage for Haruko and have I mentioned that Kamona is suppose to be a stand in for Hideaki Anno yet? If this is true, it explains a lot about the hidden depths of Kamona’s character as he is the embodiment of FLCL’s theme of being yourself as while he is childish and wild, he’s also one of the few consistently happy characters in the show, showing that he knows that pretending to be something he’s not will just lead to despair and constantly tries to get his son to act his age. The man is also surprisingly smart since as smart as Naota acts, Kamona is the one who is able to read people near flawlessly. He knew that Mamimi was homeless just from her shopping habits, he knew that Ninimori wasn’t fond of him from just a glance and he knows enough about his son that he trusts Naota when eh goes missing, knowing he’s just sorting things out. It’s also implied that he understands Evangelion and that alone earns him a shit ton of points in my book. In comparison he acts as the Coach Ohta of FLCL and he does that job surprisingly well due to his ability to read people, his observations and setting the tone of the series

Next up to dissect is the audio. The music used in FLCL is very great, jsing some very well crafted rock music to capture the essence of the wacky and crazy world, even the more emotional moments. Two of my favorite tracks are Shooting Star, the ending theme which sounds like it was made to dance to and I Think I Can which is a heartpoundingly awesome music used to company the final episode of the original OVA that captures the feeling of the ending perfectly. The voice acting on the other hand is amazing. Whereas Evangelion has on of the worst dubs I have  heard with screechy voices and monotone acting by many, FLCL’s voice actors manage to capture the heart of the characters in a time where good dubs can be counted on one hand. Naota’s voice actor manages to be both bored and childish, Haruko’s voice actress can go from wacky to scary on a dime and matches her energy. Mamimi’s voice actress captures her childish but slightly off voice and Kamona captures a wacky but smart adult excellently. FLCL was one of the first examples of a good dub and it’s definitely worth a watch.

And finally there’s the art and animation. Where’s Evangelion’s art followed a “simplistic but eye catching and consistant” style, FLCL goes for a “High detail, high drop” style in which serious moments have a lot of detail and are beautifully drawn but the more humorous moments have the art devolve into this super simple, off model...thing that catches every viewer off guard. One minute Naota’s drawn super realistically, the next his jaw is stretching to the size of his body. And honestly it works very well to the show’s advantage as it revels in it’s insanity and these sudden jarring shifts in art, as well as the music, make for some very funny scenes and I believe this style of art would latter e adopted by Studio Trigger to circumvent budgetary problems. But the art shifts don’t stop there as FLCL experimented in several styles at the time, one being 3D animation, another being a pseudo-manga style and once it turned into South Park...No, I am not high. These wacky art shifts again are just an extension of the anime’s insanity. And animation goes the same root as it can go from smooth and fluid to choppy and paper like, again another thing that makes me think FLCL is the prototype Trigger anime. In comparison to NGE and GunBuster the animation definitely improved.

All in all, is FLCL better than NGE? Objectively...no. They’re both the same level of objective quality. While NGE was very frustrating with some of  the characters, the pacing was alright and definitely good for the time, the themes were a nice idea and the show had more focus. FLCL has some better characters, better animation and more stuff to enjoy but it’s themes are buried underneath the jokes and the plot is a complete cluster fuck. In short: FLCL seems to have GunBuster’s heart and over the topness but NGE got the intelligence and the themes, thus making the two halves of the same coin, polar opposites but also similar in many way sand equals. If only Gainax had mixed the two together then they would have a chance of beating GunBuster.

And that was FLCL: A different but objectively equal experience to NGE. (Not to say FLCL is bad: NGE is just better than I gave credit for.) Next tiem it seems like Granny’s getting read to kick some ass as we will take a look at Gainax’s 25 year anniversary special: GunBuster’s Sequel Diebuster!

Prologue

GunBuster Review

Evangelion Review

#studio gainax #gainax #flcl

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WELCOME TO THE HEIST, NIC!

YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF ALESSIA CAPECCHI

A note from Admin Risa: Alessia has always ruled my heart, just as she rules Palermo - explosive, ruthless, and calculatory - she is in every way her father’s daughter. I was so, so delighted to see all these traits and more reflected in your app, Nic! Your writing captured her in her finest and worst moments; providing depth and ambition to a woman who the world sees as untouchable. I know for certain that you’ll bring her role to great heights, and can’t wait to see you two on the dash! Congratulations on your acceptance! You’ve been to the museums, the banks, the isolated manors with their black dogs and gilded keys. You’ve stolen their necklaces, their jewels, the prized heirlooms in their vaults and their safes. They’ll watch out for you. Please visit the after acceptance page and submit your account within the next 24 hours – we’re excited to have you with us!

I. INTRODUCTION

Name/Alias + Pronouns:

Nic – she/her

Age:

19

Timezone + Activity

EST. & I was unfollowed for a lack of activity but I’m hoping it could be forgiven. I had been in the hospital for a few days and struggled to make up all of the work I missed – it was a nightmare. Without even realizing, I failed to give the main a heads up about my absence. But now that things have come to a lull and my life isn’t as hectic as it once was, I’d give my availability a solid 7-8/10.

I. BASICS

Desired Role:

Alessia Lucetta Capecchi.

Analysis:

nickname: Lessia or Les. When Niccolo and Alessia were at each other’s throats, quite literally, a nickname was somehow permanently scripted on the walls with scarlet liquid. With his hands around her neck and a maniacal smile plastered on the cusps of their lips, Niccolo stared and then whispered, in the sweetest and biting of tones, “I love you, Lessia”. From that day forward, the name just stuck. But when Niccolo passed and Alessia’s flame was put out, she swore she’d put the nickname to rest – and she’d slit the neck of anyone who spoke of it.

sexuality/romantic preference — Alessia identifies as heterosexual. It’s always been about men and her ability to conquer their prying thoughts and tainted curiosity. She’s attracted to them, has slept with many and feasts on the thought of them needing her, fangs protruding and claws out. But when she realized that her manipulative ways proved to be effective on the opposite sex, she didn’t mind dabbling in women. It was all about control and destroying, anyhow – she would never love them.

birthdate — October 31st, 1988.

birthplace/hometown — Palermo, Sicily.

occupation — Alessia is the proprietor of the Slaughterhouse – also recognized as the Castello di Vitale. While it is known that crime runs through the heart of the building, it has held its fair share of extravagant galas, exclusive dinners and events – all arranged and coordinated by Alessia herself.

criminal occupation — When the lights dim and faint hearts disintegrate into Palermo’s air, Alessia is no longer a host of the Castello di Vitale. She is known to be the caporegime of the Sicilian mafia, which is considered the second highest rank in the crime family. Her father’s right-hand woman, Alessia controls and assists a clan of soldiers who report back to her, so that she is able to outline details for Alejandro Herraro. While she does have an important role in the mafia, Alessia’s main origin of work comes from packaging, sealing and distributing cocaine, meth and heroine across the globe. She hasn’t been in the heist for long, but she’s been deservingly given the titles of partner-in-crime and coordinator. Alessia is known for ridding of flaws and fuck-ups in all heist excursions, plans and ideas.  

Four Characteristics:

( + ) Organized, ( + ) Tactical, ( - ) Sadistic, ( - ): Manipulative

Expansion:

Charles Villiers – Such a misunderstood man, with a serpent tongue and rigid edges. Rough lips, even rougher fingertips. He’s difficult to read and Alessia swore she’d never try to understand him. He was cold, condescending and conniving. And though those were qualities that held her attention captive, she could never think of loving him. Their relationship was nothing more than a business deal – a meaningless fling. He was all but a pawn in this sick, twisted game she conjured up. When she knew he was more than willing to play without acknowledging the rules, she continued with her fangs tucked away. But when they shed blood and Charles was aware of her intentions, he nearly spit on her and she half-smiled. From business partners, to almost-lovers, to near strangers, things were truly never settled and Alessia was never forgiven. But now that Niccolo is dead and Charles has stepped back into her line of vision, Alessia wonders if she’ll ever taste the expensive whiskey on his tongue again. While he’s looking at the distribution routes they’ve drawn up, she’s gaping at him.

Artemesia Cipriani – Young, beautiful and clever but a complete and utter threat to Alessia’s name and past love life. She could’ve been Alessia’s little prodigy, perhaps even a friend. But when Alessia began to notice the way she looked at Niccolo and questioned the woman’s tainted intentions, there was no room for her on Capecchi grounds. “You’ll be working with Charles in London.” She stated matter of fact, the soles of her eyes piercing through little Miss. Cipriani. But when Artemesia opened her mouth to protest Hell’s greatest sinner, Alessia raised a hand and threatened in a fraud, saccharine tone, “No questions. You leave tomorrow”. Though Niccolo is no longer alive, Alessia keeps a cautious eye on the brunette. She has no reason to trust her and she’s not sure she’ll keep her alive much longer.  

II. WRITING

Para Sample(s):

“I want these packed, sealed and distributed to London. No later than Friday. Are we understood?” Alessia’s neck is craned to scan the figures that stood before her, eyes sharp and mouth twisted. They nodded in unison but that would simply not do. “Speak when spoken to. I’ve asked you all a question. So I’ll repeat myself – are we understood?”

“Si, Signorina Alessia.” They spoke simultaneously, almost too rapidly, voices broad and clear, eyes trained on the demanding presence that invaded with no apology.

She turned her nose up in an authoritative manner, all while acknowledging their quick wits and intelligent behavior. She was a wolf in Valentino clothing, after all – she would be respected. “Good. Now, Luca, get Charles Villiers on the phone. There’s some things I’d like to discuss with him.”

“Alessia! Alessia!”

Eyes darted, hands stopped in motion – the room fell silent. The voice was familiar. Thick Sicilian accent, tinges of broken English – a Capecchi.

Alessia glanced in their direction, crescent nails digging into the flesh of her palm – deep enough to draw blood. She did not take interruptions lightly – she would treat this no different.

Ah, little Santino. He stood there soaked and teary-eyed, mouth agape and hands trembling. But Alessia paid no mind to his body language – there was no time.

“Santino, whatever it may be – I’m sure it could wait.” I’ll slit your neck if you interrupt me again.

“No, Alessia – it’s,” He was breathing hard, gasping for air, as if all of the oxygen had been drained from his surroundings.

“Form fucking sentences, fratello.” Her fangs no longer hid behind pouted lips – they were out and ready to draw blood.

“Niccolo. Niccolo is… he’s,”

“Niccolo is what, Santino?” She growled, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt and pulling him forward.

But before he could form a syllable, Niccolo was being hauled in by four soldiers – her soldiers, bloody and lifeless – stained and gone.

She released Santino at once.

She felt the claws of loss dig in. Shattering ribs to pull it out. Taking record. It was the kind of hurt someone gave into. It was the kind of hurt that turned sinners into greater sinners.

The kind of hurt that made someone chaotic. Unrespectable. And she couldn’t have that.

So she shut it off. She swallowed. Hands trembling. Eyes dry.

She turned away – walking in quick strides. Santino’s voice was calling out to her, but became so distant.

Red.

All she saw was red.

Someone grasped her shoulder as she reached for her blade and she turns, eyes no longer seeing red but seeing black – she’s quick and ready to kill. The tip of the blade is pointed at the suspect’s neck – but the suspect is Luca.

She sighs, retracts from pushing any further – then grips him hard. Without even a thought, she kisses him – hungry and hurt. In pain and destroyed.

And when she shoves him backwards, she gapes at him with blood-stained irises.

“Find them.”

                                    III. FREESTYLE/EXTRA

HEADCANONS:

i. Alessia sometimes wears the ring that she and Niccolo traded while exchanging their vows – but she’ll never put it on her ring finger. It sits on her right pinky and no one is bold enough to question the reason behind it.

ii. Though Alessia needs to be on her toes at all times, it doesn’t quite stop her from dabbling in the drugs she produces and sells. Yes, she needs to make sure her product is marketable but it helps to numb most of the bullshit that comes with being caporegime of the Sicilian mafia. It’s been kept at a minimum for now but Alessia is finding it more and more tasteful.

iii. The blade she keeps attached to her thigh at all times was engraved and given to her by Niccolo. It reads, “I’ll love you forever, princessia”.

iv. Alessia has an extremely small tattoo of Niccolo’s initials on the side of her left hip – it’s the same leg that straps the blade he gave to her.

v. Once the heist locates Hope diamonds and Cleopatra’s emeralds, Alessia plans on keeping them for herself and disappearing without a trace. It’s a salute to her fallen soldier and no ones going to stop her.  

#accepted #accepted: alessia