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gojos-fr-bae · 27 days

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Liar pt.8

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Pairing: Gojo x fem!eader

Warnings: ANGSTTTT, but fluff at the end, cussing, drinking, grinding, NOT PROOFRED, i don't think there's anything else but as always lmk if there is.

Note- the italics is a flashback, actually, Satoru's entire section is a flashback from pt 7.

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: VFYVKD. Guys, I think this might be the last part to this series😭😭😔😔 This has been a journey, thank you so much for everyone who has read this far, I truly and deeply appreciate every single one of you❤️❤️ I don't want it to endddd, so lmk if you would like me to keep writing for this au bc I would LOOVE to.

(Requests open)

Satoru

He was beginning to feel like he was slipping. He hadn’t had a glass since the shot he took before Kaito came to spend the night with him. Although it was now night and hours since his son had left, he naively thought that he had overcome his addiction since he hadn’t felt the urge to drink the whole time he was with Kaito.

Oh how wrong he was. He needed to get a drink and fast. He jumped into his car and began speeding to the nearest liquor store, only to find it with an eight-person line. He didn’t have the patience to wait that long and made his way to a bar. Any bar, honestly speaking, he had no idea where he even was.

He quickly went over, ordered, and chugged five tequila shots consecutively. Once the alcohol finally kicked in, he finally began to feel like himself again.

‘He was is disgusting. What kind of pathetic, sorry excuse of a man can’t survive without drowning himself in alcohol? How was he supposed to win you back and be a father for Kaito in such a state?’

These were the thoughts that ran rampant through his mind as he ordered a glass of whiskey, this time much more relaxed, seated on his stool, staring lifelessly into the endless abyss.

He was slowly sipping his drink when he felt a pair of hands clutch his shoulders before slowly gliding down his arms. Because of his inebriated state, he wasn’t able to sense them approaching, however, he just chose to ignore, only seeming to amuse the stranger. He slowly turned his seat to face them.

He was completely unamused when his eyes landed on a young woman clearly intent on getting into his pants. She clearly thought that she was the most beautiful girl in the room, therefore disarming a chance at him, but all he could think of was how ugly she looked in comparison to you. He just rolled his eyes, trying to go back to wallowing in self-pity. The lady just wouldn’t let up, turning around before she began grinding against him to the beat of the music. Foul, Satoru thought, feeling his patience run out.

“Get away from me you fucking slut,” he hissed, venom lacing his words as he placed his hand on her waist, trying to push her away when next thing he knows, a palm is making contact with his cheek, landing a harsh slap across his face. It was only then that he finally sensed your cursed energy. He quickly turned to face you, heart plummeting when he saw tears streaming through your face.

Shit, he can only imagine what this looked like to you. He tried to reach out to you but you just screamed at him and ran away from him.

He began to panic.

His heart was racing.

The world around him was spinning and despite how hard he tried, he couldn’t move a single inch. His vision was getting spotty and all he could hear was the ringing in his ears. He felt like he was going to vomit.

WHY! WHY HIM, WHY NOW! WHY COULDN’T HEJUST CONTROL HIMSELF AND STOP FUCKING DRINKING! He was absolutely torturing himself in his head as he spiraled.

He finally mustered the strength to run after you, leaving the unnamed girl where she stood, utterly confused.

He ran as fast as his legs could take him but you were nowhere to be found.

He leapt into his car and drove as fast as the vehicle could go. He was at Jujutsu tech in about five minutes but that was the longest five minutes of his entire life. He had to get to you. He needed to explain, he needed to make sure you know that it wasn't what it looked like.

Y/N

After crying your heart out on the sidewalk, you eventually made your way back to Jujutsu Tech. You texted Shoko and asked her if she could take care of Kaito for the rest of the night. You felt so guilty for staying away from him for two nights in a row but you just couldn’t bear to have him see you like this.

Just as you were about to close the dorm door behind you, you heard running and frantic breathing approach. You didn’t even bother trying to fight Gojo as he forced his way through the door you were trying to shut.

“Y/N p-please” he took a pause, slightly hunched over as he attempted to catch his breath, “I pro- I promise it wasn’t what you looked like!” he tried to explain, clearly panicked.

“What the fuck do you mean it’s not what it looked like, Gojo.” you questioned, putting emphasis on how you said his name. It felt like you were continuously stabbing him with a jagged dagger and he felt his knees getting weak but he couldn’t let you go, not now.

“My love please! I swear on my life it wasn’t! I wasn’t trying to do anything with her fuck! I don’t even know her name!” “Then what was it Gojo! She was grinding on you and you were FUCKING ENJOYING IT, DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME! I KNOW WHAT I SAW!!” You yelled your throat raw.

“I was trying to get her away from me! Please, believe me, I promise,” He dropped on his knees, reaching for your hands with his own shaking ones. Tears began to trickle down his face as his breathing grew heavy.

A small part of you wanted to believe it, but you were struggling. Deep down, you were telling yourself that he was telling the truth. But that was a part of you you hadn’t seen since Gojo was sealed. You survived this long without listening to it, so why start now?

“Gojo…let’s get a divorce-”

“NO! NO! BABY PLEASE! Don’t do this to me! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE, MORE THAN BREATHING, MORE THAN MYSELF MORE THAN ANYTHING! DON’T LEAVE ME-”

“Gojo you were gone for years! I LIVED WITHOUT A HUSBAND FOR YEARS! And from what it looks like, you CLEARLY didn’t feel my or Kaito’s absence! And from what it looks like, you’ve moved on-”

“BUT I HAVEN’T! I HAVEN’T! I GO TO BED HOLDING A PICTURE OF YOU CLOSE TO MY CHEST EVERY SINGLE NIGHT! I HAVE NEVER TAKEN OFF YOUR RING SINCE THE DAY I GOT BACK AND FOUND YOU GONE!” He cried, showing you your ring, which laid on his fingers. You would be lying if you said you didn’t notice it, but you just assumed that was due to how expensive it was. It would’ve been a waste to let it collect dust in a drawer.

“Y/N, you and out baby boy are the only fucking reason I wake up every day. You two are the light of my life and when I lost you. I was so distraught I even started drinking and you know better than anyone how much I hate that shit but it’s the only thing that takes my mind off of everything!”

You were now crying too, touched by what he was saying. You could see in his eyes that he meant every word and it shook you to your core.

You stayed anchored where you stood, sobbing now as Satoru got up off his knees and took you into his arms. Hugging you as tightly as he could without breaking your ribs.

You couldn't even move. You just stood there and cried with him, feeling the weight of everything that had transpired over the past couple of years wash away.

All that grief, suffering, and pain over the past few years was washing away in your tears.

You love him.

You had pushed down your feelings for him so deep that for a moment, you forgot they were even there. But you love him, and he you, and you knew that there was know way either of you could live without each other any longer.

You love him, and he loves you, and nothing was going to change that.

Not now, not ever.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

The End...?

@porridgesblog , @giannitaa , @c0pkiller , @havens-not-here, @starlightanyaaa

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nakmor-leigh · 3 months

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Assigning rock/metal/punk songs to the companions because why not

Halsin

Footsteps - Pop Evil

I've walked an empty mile/ Wore down this lonely soul/ I take these footsteps/ Go higher/ Go higher

(Really hard not to give him the love songs i have saved bc i love him so much)

Wyll

Leviathan - Volbeat

Horns that sprout out from your head/ A glowing light beneath the surface/ You said that you and I/Could make 'em all terrified/ And clean up the whole world

(Not only does this song reflect Wyll's journey to find and awaken Ansur, but it's WYLL, WYLL is the leviathan!!)

Karlach

I am the Fire - Halestorm

Roaring like the sun/ And I am the one/ I've been waiting for/ Screaming like a siren/ alive and burning brighter/ I am the Fire

(Very on the nose but i couldn't find a song that fit both her personality and her story like this)

Gale

Fear Inoculum - Tool

Exhale/ Expel/ Recast my tale/ Weave my allegorical elegy

(This song fits in overall vibes, lyrics, and even long-windedness [affectionate]. Literally sounds like someone casting a spell)

Shadowheart

Haunted - Evanescence

Long lost words whisper slowly to me/ Still can't find what keeps me here/ When all this time I've been so hollow inside

(Yes yes "Bring Me To Life" is a very Shart song but, aside from Evanescence being a Shadowheart BAND in general, i think the lyrics of Haunted fit her the most)

Astarion

I'm Not Jesus - Apocalyptica

When your world comes crashing down/ I want to be there/ If God is looking down on me/ I'm not Jesus/ Jesus wasn't there

(Me 🤝🏽 Astarion: surviving horrible abuse and being very bitter about it 🥲)

Lae’zel

Indestructible - Disturbed

Another mission/ The powers have called me away/ Another time/ To carry the colors again/ My motivation/ An oath I've sworn to defend/ To win the honor/ Of coming back home again

(This entire song is her entire personality and character motivation)

Minthara

Looking Down the Barrel of Today - Hatebreed

Once had a shotgun to my head/ They said i wasn't worth the bullets/ Now the world is my trigger/ And I'm here to fucking pull it

(I gotta be honest, i haven't recruited Minthara yet, so this is just off what little i know about her. She can have a badass fight song, as a treat)

Jaheira

When Legends Rise - Godsmack

Throat is dry/ My vision's fading/ I'm paralyzed/ And left here waiting/ Taking time/ Just one step forward/ Won't lose my mind/ I'm here to stay

(Jaheira is awesome and a legend. She keeps trying to give up the fight but always finds herself stepping up again because it's the right thing to do)

Minsc

Tribute - Tenacious D

So we played the first thing/ That came to our heads/ Just so happened to be/ The best song in the world/ It was the best song in the world

(¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It sounds like his exact type of story telling, and exactly like something that would happen to him lmaoooo)

#halsin #wyll ravengard #karlach #gale dekarios #shadowheart #astarion #lae'zel #minthara #jaheira #minsc #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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lucky-clover-gazette · 1 year

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For the ask meme: Vio and 7, bc while I know you like the ship, I'm curious about the characters individually!

7- What do you like most about this character?

warning i went on an entire meta philosophical Thought Journey with this one and you will literally be able to SEE where it went off the rails. and then it just continued going off the rails until the rails disappeared from my field of vision and i have no idea if anything i wrote actually makes sense but here just take it

honestly i think part of why I love vio so much as a character is i did NOT expect to like or care about him, and then he ended up easily my favorite. the only thing i knew when i picked up the manga was that i would probably enjoy shadow as a character, which. of course i did. bc he's a very specific flavor of character i always gravitate towards, but vio was like... girl what? why are you in this story and doing the things you are doing? and by the end of my first reading i was just BLOWN AWAY by him and shadow and their entire subplot so i went to tumblr because i felt like i was hallucinating it and here we are now.

re: what i like most about vio... i go into it a lot in this post. vio is fascinating to me as a character from several perspectives, as a writer, a gay person, and just... having the philosophy and experiences that i do. there is such an inherent tragedy to his character that i don't think is lost on the authors--like i say in the post, shadow and vio both don't quite feel like they BELONG in this story, especially with how it ends.

like, i often write vio in particular struggling with the ways he deviates from the narrative set for him, both in canon and out of it. yes a lot of that is tied to queerness, but it also relates to themes of self-determination sub-textually tied to his arc. vio seriously just does whatever the hell he wants a good amount of the time, to like an eyebrow-raising degree. when he separates from the others and joins shadow he's on the Side of Good from the start, but i think he also realizes very quickly that there's more to himself than he'd expected. that doing what he had planned to do, especially to shadow of all people, was going to be shockingly difficult, and perhaps not even the correct choice at all. which is why vio's canon ending kind of falls flat to me, even though i can't imagine it could have ended any other way. this isn't to say he shouldn't have tried to betray shadow--it's an internal conflict he's going through, and a character usually makes the choice antithetical to what actually fuck i just boiled it down to the essentials i know exactly and fundamentally why i like vio as a character holy shit okay

SO normally a character in a story will start out Wanting something and Needing something else, and their entire arc is realizing, "aw beans, my Want actually sucks, i Need my Need" and then they pursue that instead. hero's journey etc.

think about the general premise of vio, and to an extent the other three: character is given individual consciousness to serve a specific noble purpose, and then cease to exist once said purpose has been served. and with the others, that's basically it, minor emotional and relationship arcs aside. but with vio? the premise GOES somewhere. oh no! character finds themselves drawn to the dark side by a "tempting" "evil" person or force, who CORRUPTS them into THINKING they WANT to defy that destiny! that they should be selfish, and bad, and turn their back on what they actually Need to do. so says the narrative, the character NEEDS to accept that they're not meant for anything but being used and discarded, because that's what good people do, and these are the Sacrifices We Must Make to Be Good. does your hero have any kind of unconventional or deviant leanings? well either that shit's getting straightened the hell out, or they are going to perish to save the Pure Good Guys, because that's all they deserve. that is a very common way to handle's vio's exact sort of character premise, and at first glance at the manga, one could argue that it's no exception. link still reforms, after all. arguably this kind of happens with shadow, but i think i like his ending a lot more outside of the shipping context. it says something more nuanced than above, but this isn't the post for going into that.

i would argue that almost every fiber of this manga pertaining to vio is actually trying to do the opposite of what i described above, even though it never is able to come to fruition.

quite simply, compared to the typical Needs and Wants of a corrupted hero type, vio's are like subverted. he's given a corruption arc, and it looks pretty basic at first, but it quickly becomes so... unconventional? and fun? and, dare i say, queer? i say it lot in reference to his whole turn of character once he joins shadow, but vio commits to the bit way more than is necessary to carry out his plan. shadow's not that perceptive and vio didn't need to be so close with him, so snarky and clearly enjoying himself, so bizarrely extra and innovative with the means by which he psychologically tortures his friends. his internal conflict, especially towards the end of his villain era, is less "i'm miserable because i'm a good guy and i want to save the world but i HAVE to pretend to be evil and like shadow," and more "i'm miserable because i'm actually enjoying a lot of these villainous theatrics and also i have become genuinely endeared to shadow, but i know i HAVE to betray him and rejoin the others because the world needs to be saved." i don't think it's a reach to say that that's what vio's conflict is, in the text. we see it in his expressions, his dialogue, and his reactions to things that happen.

i think this whole subversion was something the authors did with his character, whether accidentally or purposefully, REALIZED they did with his character, and didn't want to give up. but still, the story needed to end with vio rejoining the others and reforming the hero, because like. duh, of course it does, nintendo and source material and all that. but with the way a himekawa built up their obvious faves' (vio and shadow's) stories, it's like well shit, we came up with something we love but we can't really see it through. because within this brilliant subversion of the typical corrupted hero arc, the WANT is vio's sense of obligation to turn on shadow, reform link, etc, and his NEED is to say, "hey fuck this actually, i deserve to be a person and have relationships and do things i enjoy, and that doesn't make me any less of a hero. i'm smart and resourceful and there's definitely a way to both save the world and preserve who i am and get through to shadow."

self-sacrifice isn't inherently heroism. in fiction, it's often a deeply shallow and underwhelming resolution, especially when the character spends so much time growing and becoming who they truly are. i didn't grow up with religion, but i have a slight suspicion it plays a huge part in this entire attitude, and it sucks how much that permeates into media culture. doing good isn't something you can just phone in at the last second; it is a constant and ever-changing way of life, based on a moral system you develop for yourself as you grow. pretending to be someone you're not, acting solely under a prescribed ethical code especially as a grown-ass adult, makes you hollow and spineless, as well as unhappy, resentful, and unfulfilled.

doing good is hard. staying alive is hard. making decisions and forming connections and constantly being challenged are all very hard. but when you choose to embrace life, to accept failure and flaws but still try to be good, make meaningful connections and allow yourself to be genuine and happy and queer? that, to me, is the Goodest of the Good. and it's unique to each of us, while being something we all have the ability to choose for ourselves. and it's never too late for that. until the narrative tells you to jump off a cliff because that's, like, way too nuanced to be sustainable, and sure the story's resolved and it ended happily for the purest of heart, but what a bleak happiness that is. fuck that.

like, compare to vio to adora from she-ra. adora got the ending revelation i wish vio could have gotten. the whole, "i am worth more than my usefulness to others, i deserve love and self-determination" thing, and THAT's what really saved the day. adora saw her future, living happily with catra and the others, not dead or used but just LIVING, and said "hey, maybe the real answer here? the key to being a hero and saving the world? maybe it's loving, and letting myself be loved, and not sacrificing myself because someone said it's what i'm meant to do." and holy shit, she was right. and the narrative rewarded her for it, with a kiss from her catgirl gf and also destroying Big Evil and saving the galaxy or whatever.

fucking IMAGINE if that could have been the thing to save the day in the manga, just for a second. if you isolated just vio and shadow's arc and made them the Main Characters, like how adora and catra are in she ra. if it was truly allowed to be Their Story, if it was able to transcend the source material, if if if. it wouldn't even have to be just vio and shadow's story, honestly -- the four could realize, each for their own individual reasons, that maybe they can't unring the bell of their own existence. that they can protect hyrule better as themselves, that they deserve to continue the development they're been experiencing for the past 300 pages. and maybe vio would be the one to set that line of thought in motion, because has it not been set up exactly so he could?? if you've read my main au, you know exactly what i'm picturing here. and while i like some of the manga's canon ending, there's a reason most people who love these characters engage most often with alternate resolutions.

i think i like vio so much because he surprised me, and that's because he surprised the fucking AUTHORS OF THE MANGA. even more than a decade after publication, they made a point to say in their note that they appreciated the way people "got" what they were trying to say with shadow and vio specifically. i can't speak for them, and i will concede that i am mostly overthinking just for fun and none of this is that serious, but... come on. do you not see what i'm seeing here. they did something so fascinating and tragically unfulfilled here, and that all hinges on vio. and it's also just. so resonant to me as a gay person, in the same way she ra was.

obviously i could say more, and this is embarrassingly unhinged and maybe delusional, i don't know. i just wrote a lot of words about something so silly and arbitrary, but i took the time to write them because i care and can't get that time back now. so i might as well commit to the bit like gayass purple boy and post anyway

#asks #vio link #four swords #HEAVY META

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roastedbeefed · 2 years

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Ughhh thinking about the pre-retcon timeline

Honestly I feel like that fit so much better with everyone’s character arcs, as much as vriskagram warms my heart, dirk, rose, terezi, vriska, karkat and even gamzee got better arcs

(Below this is just me spewing nonsense bc I gotta type this out or I’ll go wild)

Dave is the clear winner of the retcon timeline, he gets his cathartic conversation (which I love, don’t get me wrong) and even dirk gets some kinda of closure with Dave, but not really with anyone else

Pre-retcon vriska was honestly really fun and interesting to see grow and change, and (s) remember is just so cathartic to see; I’m not a vriska Stan so that’s all I really have to say about her haha

Terezi’s journey is also great pre retcon, her thing with Dave, her and karkat’s friendship, the pain from killing vriska despite feeling so sure that she did the right thing, the regret from getting her vision back and feeling like she lost a part of herself, not sure how to get it back; it hurts to read but terezi feeling like she needs to brave everything by herself leading to her having to watch karkat die is just ughhhh ouchie ouch but I feel like it just makes so much narrative sense!

Even with rose, although it was pretty painful to watch her fall into substance abuse, it makes sense why she would, and the fact that no one really knows what to do about it makes more sense than “vriska is here problem solved!” I mean pre-retcon roses final conversation with Roxy? Ouchhhh I got a lot to say about it but I’ll cut myself off

Dirk gets the Dave reunion post retcon, but I feel like we get much more emphasis on his like of control in the other timeline, watching him travel alone through space as everything else falls apart; his “I failed” line is so earnest but incorrect that it’s a little pathetic, but in a good way! Dirk tries so hard to be “aloof cool guy who’s got it all together” and then proceeding to fall apart and later tell Jane that he’s “actually a horrible person and completely manipulative”, but both situations put all the control on him! No matter whether he thinks he’s good or bad, dirk makes it 100% his fault, but after Game Over?

Dirk is just a kid, this situation was so out of his hands, and he dies not even acknowledging this, but the readers finally get the most blatant example of “dirk has never known what he’s doing and he’s not to blame, he’s a kid in a terrible circumstance”

I feel like karkat got done the greatest disservice; his whole relationship with gamzee (who I won’t get into too much but I personally believe that watching gamzee slowly lose himself and become a pawn for the game (bard moment) is a lot more compelling than tossing him in a fridge) is completely thrown out in favor of Cool Vriska Moment, thus ruining karkat’s whole relationship with blood

This conversation is just so painful because as nice as it is to know that karkat is going to have some great role in organizing earth C (oh wait that never happened hm), the fact that karkat talks about being so useless like he didn’t lead his session to (almost) victory after spending his whole life afraid of his blood color being found out is just ughhhhh bc yeah! Post retcon, karkat doesn’t do much of anything other than embarrass himself when he’s not just saying something funny; he gets his speech at the end, but it’s entirely alone, which is weird for the “friendship was the real hero all along!“ guy

Pre-retcon karkat DID put everything on the line! For gamzee and then for terezi! But I guess non of that matters now! And ughhhh terezi I wish we acknowledged their relationship more and how it really didn’t work because of their separate circumstances and issues, but they still mean a lot to each other! That one conversation between the two of them when karkat tries to talk her up is just a real show of his growth, after being too aggressive and controlling, and then coming to the realization that maybe his emotions are a lot different than what he was taught they should be, all coming together to karkat just wanting to help someone he cares deeply about as they’re struggling

When he managed to outrun kanaya in a fit to save terezi? Ultimately failing since circumstances still would not let him win? (Think him reaching for the final reward!) like I said, it’s painful but I feel like it’s so much more compelling than turning karkat into a little weasel that no one could possibly like unless they’re Dave

And karkat’s relationship with Dave! I got so invested seeing the two of them go from fake rivals to “kinda friends I guess” to “hey are we still going to be friends after all of this” vriskagram was so cathartic since I still saw these moments as an extension of pre-retcon, but it gets a bit less impactful since we don’t have as much of karkat’s growth from an obsessive kid to someone who’s grown and learned a lot about themselves

Karkat and kanaya’s friendship is always incredible no matter the timeline I won’t be convince otherwise thank you

#pleasssesee tell me the images are in the right order #homestuck #karkat vantas #rose lalonde #terezi pyrope #dirk strider #Dave strider #that was pretty much everyone I spent a lot of time talking about #beef writes #pre-retcon

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Who do you think would be able to noncon and wife Lumine? Since she's been traveling worlds and stuff she's probably stronger than what we give credit for, so who do you think would be a good match for her?

Oh there's a lot of good candidates and I am a Lumine Harem Enthusiast™ and honestly everyone has their own advantages.

I mean yes Lumine is powerful, but still visibly struggles at times like the golden house fight, with Baal, etc, so I think it's fair to say she has combat experience/technique skill and elemental power but still the actual physical strength of the average female of her size, so, not too strong. Unfortunately without a vision, she can't just have her power stripped from her, but most of our boys are candidates in their own way.

She visibly struggles against Baal, so it's fair to say she's no match for an actual archon like Zhongli or Venti, probably not Xiao either. In terms of physical + elemental power she's not even close to a combative threat. Those three would have the easiest time of it. Of them, the most likely to do so would definitely be Xiao, based on some of his dialogues and birthday letter and teapot lines he's pretty direct about having some form of attachment to/affection for the traveler and just based on his personality I feel like he's the most likely to snap into yan mode, so to speak.

Side note interestingly one of the things I haven't discussed much is that like, yandere is rarely the natural state of a person, it's more like an underlying tendency/a state of mind/a "side" of a person that can be triggered or snapped into, and certain individuals are more or less likely to do so. Some have to be driven to a breaking point through a lot of stress, some just a few conditions have to be met, and then for a few it's basically their default when they experience affection or attachment. So certain characters are far more likely than others to "become yandere." Xiao is absolutely high on that scale for likeliness, would be in that last category, so yeah, the most likely of those 3.

Venti would be least likely, but he could be driven to it, and Zhongli is somewhere in the middle. All of them would be able to do so with some ease, though, and Zhongli and Xiao specifically could lock her in an abode. Not to mention they don't really die as easily as a person I think? So even if she attacks they'll probably be fine. Venti also has psychological manipulation on his side, he can probably easily gaslight her into seeing her brother as an enemy if he really tries. If all else fails, sweep her up with that burst of his and knock her out.

Any human or human adjacent would have a significantly harder time since Lumine's elemental powers cannot just be taken away so easily. If anyone can find a way to do so though, that would probably be Albedo. He's also smart enough to not make his intentions too obvious, much like with his quest - he would just perform harmless experiments he claims are for this or that reason, eventually developing a way to strip her of her power. His biggest advantage is obviously intelligence. He'd always be one step ahead of her, always predict her next move, and that's just as good of an advantage as any physical or elemental one.

So while it would be more difficult if she still has her power, the thing about Kaeya and Diluc is both of them are the kind of stubborn (Diluc) and deranged (Kaeya) enough to... Just restrain her. Arms and legs bound. At all times. Can't use your powers if you can't move. Diluc can just keep trying to be kind in his own way, because he *can* be sweet and caring when he tries, and would eventually just mindbreak/Stockholm her. Kaeya on the other hand... She's a lot more likely to end up... Permanently incapacitated. Can't escape if you can't use your limbs. For those two, the hard part would be getting her - most likely grab her while she's asleep, but once they have her and get her restrained, they're set. They're both bigger stronger men and can easily beat her in terms of pure hand to hand strength. Pyro is a rather frightening element and can be used as a projectile in Diluc's case, a burn can easily incapacitate. And if she tries to escape in the rain or cross a river she can be easily frozen too, and Kaeya's one of the least afraid to seriously hurt her to begin with. Eventually she'll become conditioned, the pain she experiences every time she tries to escape will eventually outweigh her desire to be free and find her brother, eventually she'll crack and give in to despair and give up, he can break her with time.

Childe and Scara would have it a bit easier than those two, because they have more help. The Dawn Winery maids can help Diluc sure, but they can't really contain her quite like Fatui can. She can't fight off 10 of them by herself. So even when they're not nearby, they can just have people watch her. Sure she puts up a fight, but they both kinda like that. In the end even if she escapes, they can probably manage to get her back, especially with help. For one I feel like Childe is a lot more capable when in a wide open space like the outdoors chasing her would be, in comparison to a tiny enclosed space like our fight with him.

The smaller boys would have the most difficulty. Razor and Xingqiu have the advantage of pure numbers/outnumbering her. Xingqiu has guards but in the end they're just normal guys and can't do too much. Still, when their entire force is gathered, they might be able to overpower her, especially if she's not in anemo mode and can't blow them away.

Razor has a similar thing going on -- sure, they're animals, you can blow away five wolves, but fifteen? Thirty? Fourty? She'd be able to escape eventually but the problem here would be staying escaped. Boy has no limits and inhuman levels of stubbornness and will gladly chase her across the entire map. Catch Lumine reaching Inazuma thinking she's finally safe and our boy comes emerging from the water like the cryptid he is just "found you, we go home now", he fucking swam across the ocean for that Lumine coochie and he'll do it again. Unbelievable.

Razor also has an elemental advantage. Other elements like hydro + cryo combo can freeze her if you have dual yans, but his is the only element where getting one good hit in can completely shock her into unconsciousness or paralysis.

The ones who have the hardest times would be Chongyun and Kazuha. It's just themselves, really, I doubt the Crux would be too willing to help imprison a girl, especially since Kazuha isn't in a position of power over them the way Diluc, Xingqiu, Scara and Childe have power over their forces, and they're not as insanely loyal as the wolves. Chongyun is on his own by default, maybe can enlist help from Xingqiu and his forces, but it's unlikely they'll help him all the time. Both are pretty determined, but they'd have a difficult time fighting her. It's a toss up honestly, but even if they lose one battle they can find her again and eventually win. They would both likely try to catch her by surprise, take her while she's sleeping, etc. Kazuha has no qualms restraining her, Chongyun feels bad, but he'll do it if he has to.

Bennett has the pure protection of being Bennett. Like yeah you want to find your brother but is it worth making Bennett sad? No. No it is not. I'd drop my entire journey right there bc I can't bear the thought of hurting him. He doesn't even have to restrain her, could you imagine breaking his heart you monster? No. Lumine is finished.

Dainsleif could probably manage. He has tricks up his sleeve, I guarantee it. He's been around long enough there's no way he hasn't learned how to handle a being like her, probably knows of a way to strip her of power.

Tbh? Ultimately, the best choice in terms of being able to handle her is her brother. He knows her too well. He knows exactly what her strengths and weaknesses are, he probably knows exactly how to beat her. He knows her better than anyone, and it gives him an incomparable advantage, so she's pretty much done for.

So tl;dr Lumine is fucked both figuratively and literally and should just accept her fate :)

#tw: incest #lena's asks

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it’s a bummer to see you can’t enjoy the ending. I hope someday you can come around it it. It wasn’t perfect but it didn’t nuke its integrity. i think the heart of the show really shines through and it’s a shame that it’s not being appreciated bc there’s so much shipping drama 😣

Hi there!

I... first of, I really need people to understand this... the travesty of the finale for me has almost nothing to do with “shipping drama.”

Yes, I see the wild conspiracy theories flying around, and I’m honestly concerned for some of those folks and hope they can find a way to make peace with this in whatever way they can, because we aren’t likely to ever get a better answer than that this is legitimately the ending that Dabb thought was best, despite years of us seeing the best of his writing choices and guiding Sam, Dean, and Cas to grow past the roles that Chuck would’ve forced them to fulfill, and that at the end it fell flat because he couldn’t actually come up with a better ending than “this was always their destiny, free will is a lie, and these characters had nothing outside of the revenge quest they’d been raised for since birth and manipulated into over and over for the entertainment of a vengeful god.”

I can see how “surface level” viewers would feel that this one basic narrative point was satisfying, that Sam and Dean had grown beyond their own hopeless cycle of self-sacrifice that had driven the narrative for so many years. The fact that they both acknowledged that they should allow their stories to end in that way was satisfying... but only in the shallowest and most detached read of the narrative. Like, is this really the ONLY thing these two characters learned in the last 15 years? If so, that is BEYOND depressing af.

And even THAT message lost all narrative weight when the two of them were once again reunited in death, as if nothing else had ever mattered in their lives. As if neither of them had ever outgrown the codependency that had driven so many of those previous self-sacrifices and refusals to let go of each other even in death.

So yeah, in the absolute most basic sense, I suppose I can see how casual viewers or people who aren’t actually invested in these characters could find that at least narratively coming back to a starting point.

But narratives don’t actually work that way, and that’s not the point of watching fifteen years of story develop in between.

This story wasn’t JUST about Sam and Dean needing to accept that death might be okay actually.

This story was also about free will, fighting for humanity as a whole but also their OWN humanity and self-identities. In Dean’s case, the absolutely transformative growth from feeling like nothing but a hammer, a killer, a tool to be used. And then less than an episode and a half later, after finally accepting that truth into his heart and using it to defeat the original creator and reclaim the story of his own life for himself... he gets pied in the face after flippantly talking about his destiny and having no choice, and then three scenes later he literally dies impaled on a great big nail... like a hammer...

So I would kindly ask folks who feel satisfied by that shallowest possible takeaway of this episode, and maybe invite folks to look just under that surface. Try to understand why loads of us will NEVER feel satisfied with this ending, and why it truly does feel like the most hopeless version of the story. Like even in defeating Chuck, they could never be allowed to own their own stories and what happened to them after that point was just a twisted version of the “destiny” that drove Chuck’s entire plotline for them anyway.

Please understand where we’re seeing this as horrifically painful irony rather than some beautiful circular narrative about letting go.

For a lot of us, the shipping stuff would’ve been the cherry on top of the sundae. We would’ve been happy with a scoop of plain vanilla, though. We would’ve been happy for anything that honored the journey to freedom, and the choice at any sort of a different life of their own making than literally falling back on a nail fighting off one of John’s unresolved hunts and a vampire who had literally never been named in canon before, yet who Dean instantly recognized somehow...

but sure, for those of us who felt that “the heart of the show” was all the stuff that the finale actually erased-- that “family don’t end in blood,” and that this was actually not a show about just two brothers but the love of their found family and coming to terms with the choices they actually HAD made for themselves versus the narrative that Chuck kept centering them in DESPITE what they would choose for themselves, the finale basically told us no, everything you ever found of value in this story actually meant nothing. It told us that Chuck’s story for them was their only truth in the end, and their only freedom was to be found in death.

Please, I am begging people, stop trying to gaslight us that this was some beautiful ending. Maybe think for a second that “your read” of the narrative that allows you to find peace with the ending is not what we saw and loved about this story for the 326 episodes leading up to this finale.

And please try to understand that we were not wrong to see the entire narrative through this lens. Because we were literally validated IN CANON, and told that we understood the depth of the story and the characters just fine, actually. There’s literally ONE episode of the entire series that burns it all down in a bewildering pile of wtf. And that’s #327. That throws that entire read out the window to well actually us all back into Chuck’s literal ending... This was literally the ending Chuck wanted to force them to enact for him, and it’s what ended up happening even after they defeated him-- the ultimate Big Bad of the entire series should’ve been defeated, but instead he pulled off one final victory over the entire story.

Becky: No. You can't-- Chuck: I did. Becky: Y- This is just an ending. Chuck: Yeah. I don't know how I'm gonna get there, but I know where I'm goin'. Becky: B-But it's so... dark. Chuck: But great, right? I can see it now -- "Supernatural: The End". And the cover is just a gravestone that says "Winchester". The fans are gonna love it. Well? Becky: It's awful! Horrible. It's hopeless. You can't do this to the fans. What you did to Dean? What you did to Sam? Chuck: There, see? It's making you feel something. That's good, right?

and

Dean: Well, what now? You're not gonna dust us. Chuck: Oh, yeah? Why not? Dean: Because you're holding out. For your big finish. Yeah, we know about your galaxy-brained idea, how you think this story is gonna go. Sam got a little look into your draft folder. Chuck: Sam's visions -- they weren't drafts. They were memories. My memories. Other Sams and other Deans in other worlds. But guess what. Just like you, they didn't think they'd do it, either. But they did. And you will, too. Dean: No. Not this Sam. And not this Dean. So you go back to Earth 2 and play with your other toys. Because we will never give you the ending that you want. Chuck: We'll see.

And even in DEFEAT Chuck thought he understood these characters, thought that having rendered him powerless they would finally take their revenge and kill him, but they didn’t, because he never actually understood these characters at all. And the story he tried to force them into from day one was never about THEM, it was about HIM.

And then Dean gets like two whole days of freedom and choice and is apparently incapable of making any of the choices that don’t throw him immediately back into Chuck’s favorite story. Like none of that resolution in the previous episode meant anything at all. He even SAYS it in the finale:

Dean: Yeah, no. I think about 'em, too. You know what? That pain's not gonna go away. Right? But if we don't keep living, then all that sacrifice is gonna be for nothing.

And then two scenes later the show gives us the Nelson Muntz HA HA and Dean is no longer living, and Sam is left to carry on as a shell of himself and wander off into Blurry Wife Land to devote any even remotely content moment of the rest of his years to raising a Replacement Dean to fill the void, and is never able to pick up the pen to write anything better of his own life than Chuck would’ve dealt him in the first place.

So I’m glad that top-layer takeaway is sustaining and enough for you. It wasn’t, and will never be enough for the rest of us.

What was actually real in all of this? We were.

Until we weren’t.

And that’s honestly a shit message to be pushing on people in the wake of it all. So please stop.

I should actually thank you for the kind intent with which your message is phrased, but that doesn’t make it feel less hilariously awful. Though I chose this one to reply to as the least insulting of all the messages currently in my inbox on this subject. So thanks for that, at least.

#spn 15.20 #aka that one episode of supernatural that doesn't really exist #because you either get to have the first 326 or the finale #they're literally narratively incompatible in all but the shallowest possible takeaway here #i chose the other 326 because those are where the actual heart of the show lies #it was set on fire and buried in 327 #Anonymous

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Angsty but ultimately happy prompt/hc- Vision was fucking terrified of being a father? After the initial joy and wonder, I think he catastrophised a *lot* about his perceived inadequacies to the point it caused him to have an anxiety attack? Bc while he would never leave Wanda & he loves his unborn child, he is terrified he cannot provide for them in the same way and thinks he's ruined her life.

Time for Vision to have his panic moment! Thanks for sending in a prompt, anon! <3 I'm sorry that I didn't end this on the happy note. They just wouldn't go there once I got started. Oops.

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"I'm pregnant, Vis. It's twins!"

There was joy. God was there joy, but the revelation still bounced around his head like a ping pong ball let loose. Pregnant? How? Well, he knew how but they weren't even sure if such a thing was possible between them. And yet, here they were, ready for the next journey of their lives without much warning.

Vision stared at Wanda's stomach as if something was going to happen with the fetuses that, according to his searches, should be the size of a strawberry. Ten weeks. That brought them to some time in April when conception took place and due date of roughly January 6th.

He was going to be a father. To twins.

Looking down at the ultrasound picture trapped between his fingers a sudden rush of dread washed over Vision. Would the babies be ok? To his knowledge, there'd never been a baby born that was half Synthezoid, let alone two.

What if there was something wrong? Something catastrophic and the babies couldn't sustain life outside the womb. Or worse, what if there was something so devastatingly wrong, Wanda lost the babies?

What had they done?

How could he possibly be a proper father? How would the children perceive him? How do you tell a child that their father is not human. Not normal. Not worthy.

The dread grew. Crawling from the pit of Vision's stomach and spreading like crippling vines throughout his body. They took hold and squeezed until his systems could barely process the act of standing and he had to sit down, taking in air with shuddering gasps and gripping the ultrasound picture until it crinkled under his grasp.

"Vision, what's wrong?" Wanda asked, taking a seat beside him.

"What..." Vision gasped, jumping when Wanda's hand pressed against his shoulder. "Have I done?"

"Vision?"

"This is all wrong," Vision said, dropping the ultrasound picture to the floor. "We shouldn't have done this. I can't possibly give you all the life you deserve. How can we bring children into the world that..."

The vines of dread seemed to extend from his body, sneaking out like a virus and infecting Wanda. Tears pricked her eyes as she searched for words.

"What do you mean, Vision?" she asked, voice wavering. "How could you possibly think this is a mistake?"

"How can I..." Vision's voice caught in his throat. "What will the world think of me as a father?"

"I don't care what the world thinks!" Wanda yelled. "All I care about is you, me and these babies."

"But don't you see?" Vision said. He plucked the ultrasound picture off the floor and pointed at the small shapes. "We've created life that's half Synthezoid. We'll never know peace when the media finds out."

Wanda grit her teeth, spitting out her words through her teeth. "I don't care about the media."

"Well I do!" Vision yelled, finally letting the vines of dread explode and take over the entire room. "I will never be worthy to be a father to these babies, the press will make sure of that."

"Let them!" Wanda bellowed, throwing her hands in the air. "You've been in the press since the day you were born. Everything you've done has been scrutinized and you never cared. Why not? Why over our babies?"

"Because they already mean everything to me!" Vision said, turning to Wanda. "I want to protect them from every awful thing that the press could ever say and I... can't."

"If you know you can't control it, why? Why worry now?" Wanda asked tilting her head as if trying to understand Vision.

Vision closed his eyes, worrying on his bottom lip as he tried to form his next words.

"What if there's something wrong with them?" Vision asked quietly. "Because of me. What if they..."

"Don't say it," Wanda snapped. "Don't fucking say it."

"They'll pick them apart, Wanda," Vision said. He found it in him to stand again and pace the room. "Like science experiments."

The vines gripped Wanda again. Her face paled and she swallowed hard.

"It's just something we have to conquer," Wanda said weakly. "Like everything else."

That much was obvious, Vision thought. But there were so many gray areas. Too many to ease his mind. Those vines would stay firmly rooted to his body while they would slowly creep through the house and tangle everything in it. Infecting the house with a layer of dread and apprehension.

And they were helpless to stop it.

#scarletvision #scarletvision fic #scarletvision fanfiction #wanda x vision #wanda maximoff #the vision #wandavision #wandavision fic #wandavision fanfiction #writing shit #scarletvision drabbles #marvel #the avengers #angst

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5, 7, 17, 18, 19

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

i don't think so? i've actually never heard of such a thing, tbh.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

i love when i get comments from people and it's very clear that they've put a lot of time and effort into thinking about what i've written. like whenever people point out lines/scenes they found meaningful or talk about interpretations that even i never would have imagined it just Rules.

i also just. love characters. a lot a lot a lot. i love fleshing them out and giving them real hopes and dreams and flaws and struggles. I LOVE IT.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

i honestly can't think of anything that's important in my writing that doesn't make it into the fics themselves. idk i just don't write like that.

wait i lied. danzo and hiruzen Definitely did it back when they were starfleet cadets. next!

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

for the most part, i tend to be like. very specific and perhaps kind of dogmatic as a writer in that i have a ~*~vision~*~ which very quickly becomes The Only Way Anything Can Ever Go, Ever, which means that not a lot tends to change when i go from outlining a fic to producing the finished project.

that said, a HUGE change that came about recently was blue's injury in the third jurassic world au chapter, because that was straight up never supposed to happen. originally, fugaku was just going to roll up to be like 'quit being in love with this raptor weirdo' and itachi was going to be like >:( but go along with it bc logically he knows he really doesn't have a choice and then eventually he and shisui would start dating (an absolutely Terrible way to summarize things but yk)

but as i was working on the chapter (and hating it l o l) i realized that something was missing--something that was big and dramatic enough that it would actually force a change in their situation, and would demonstrate a) how much itachi had grown since the beginning of the story and b) how Not Okay such a shift was to fugaku, which would then justify him putting his foot down and essentially trying to job-reassign his son out of getting a boyfriend. and i'm very glad i added that bit in, because i think it ended bringing a lot more weight to itachi and shisui's relationship which just. would not have been there otherwise and very much needed to be.

of course, adding this MASSIVE plot point ended up absolutely ballooning the word count of the chapter, which quickly led me to realize that there was no way in hell i could have this be a three chapter fic without compromising the quality of story i wanted to tell, which is why jurassic world au is now a four-parter. whoops!

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

this is the worst question ever but here we go.

basically i started writing when i was twelve and i wrote a novel that was actually just rip-off inuyasha fanfiction, which then progressed into me eventually creating more OCs that were actually, y'know, Original. but then once i hit high school Death Note Happened (rip mellomatt gone but not forgotten <3) which caused me to pivot into fanfic exclusively and fifteen years later here i still am!

in terms of bumps, i've talked about it before but there was a period of, like, four/five-ish years where i just. stopped writing entirely and couldn't finish a fucking thing until Star Trek AU Happened and now i've written more in the last two and a half years than i probably have in the last decade so. go figure.

alas, i suspect that my fanfic/writing days are coming to a close once i've finished up my current projects for a variety of reasons. for one, i do feel like i'm starting to grow out of fandom as a whole. and honestly, i'm starting to get tired of the pressure to produce content and feeling like i'm not a fast enough or popular enough writer. so, it's probably time to think about bowing out while i still have positive feelings for the work i AM producing. but it's been a great journey and i've met a lot of really wonderful kind people along the way, so i definitely can't complain.

#asks and memes #nonbinarymerbabe

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sundaeserenade · 3 years

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So a few weeks ago I wrote a thread on twitter about wanting to write a reguri soulmate fic where they decide to not be soulmates and make the decision for themselves. like it’s a mutual thing that they both decide on instead of it being this sign from the universe or fate or whatever. basically, they just go against fate.

and i tried writing out that idea and forcing it into the standard path of r/g/y/fr/lg but i ended up not liking that and i didn’t like a few other things that i did. so this was a learning experience! if i ever write this, it’ll have to be an actual..au with no canon ties. which is probably better because i can do whatever i want with the world building!

but i wrote 2.3k words... and i’m not going to post this on ao3 bc it’s not finished and it never will be. it’s not polished and it never will be, but i figured i should post it here so that it’s somewhere, at least.

They were considered to be two of the lucky ones. Finding one’s soulmate so early on in life is a blessing from the universe, a sign that their bond is under the ever watchful gaze of the divine. Luck will follow them, surely. What do they have left to despair over? What do they have to fear? The greatest challenge of their lives has already been solved, and so they are told to walk freely and without pressure clinging to their shoulders.

They found each other at the fine age of six, and from now on, they will be blessed and find wealth.

“I don’t believe any of it,” Green whispers. He keeps his voice low, eyes darting around the blanket fort they’d built in Red’s living room. The only light they have is a single flashlight that keeps flicking on and off due to low battery. Red’s in charge of turning it off and on in hopes that it’ll last just a minute longer while Green is pouring over the books he’d taken from the bookshelf at his grandfather’s house.

They’re all self-help books with titles like How to Find Your Soulmate and Gut Feelings Can Get in the Way of Love and other crap that Red doesn’t care for. Green turns pages and looks at indexes, his mouth forming words but no sound coming out. He skims over paragraphs meant for people twice his age to read, but Green’s smart, always has been, and he’s handling the bulk of the work while Red turns the flashlight on and off again.

Green stops on a page and Red leans forward to read the chapter title: Life is Always Better with a Soulmate! Green scoffs and rolls his eyes. “That can’t be true. What about those couples that break up? Your mom and dad did, right Red?”

Red nods, lips thinning. There’s a nervousness in his heart, heightened by the darkness that comes and goes with the dying of the flashlight. All of these books are telling lies and the adults believe them. But both he and Green know that it’s wrong, that soulmates aren’t all that they’re cracked up to be.

After all, when he’d first met Green, when they’d first shook hands and looked into each other’s eyes, their bond was formed.

It felt like… It felt like what volcanoes erupting looks like. A loud, earth-shaking feeling that filled Red with shock and fear of what was to come. It felt like the air was being forced out of his lungs, like an ekans squeezing a rattata. It felt like being lost in the woods at night and getting an expensive toy as a birthday present. It was frightening and too much all at once, so much so that they both jumped back, startled and scared.

But it was a bond being formed under the eyes of the universe. A pact being sealed without their consent or understanding. They had found their soulmate, and the elation and joy swept over Pallet Town like a wind with Red and Green staring at each other in confusion through all of it.

Green is Red’s best friend, but he can’t say for sure if that’s because of the bond or because Green likes to talk about pokémon with him. There’s no one else around who has such a strong interest in the creatures, but Green will flaunt his knowledge and sneak them into his grandfather’s lab to look at some of them. They fed a growlithe together, they ran from a nidoran together, but Red doesn’t feel that special feeling again.

“I don’t feel it either,” Green admitted to him when Red had written out his question. “Maybe that’s all we’ll ever feel. Maybe it’s normal.”

There are no marks to make the process of finding soulmates easier. It’s a feeling, it’s a gaze, it’s a touch that one feels when they meet their special someone. Because of this, everyone is overly friendly. Shaking hands and hugging strangers is commonplace. Eye contact is expected, and Red is secretly relieved to have met Green because now he can avoid meeting people’s eyes.

Everywhere around them, people are almost desperate to find their one. It’s so deeply ingrained in their way of living and looking at the world. So Green wonders and ponders and thinks. Red asking that question only opened up other possibilities, and Green is curious and intelligent, so he runs with it in search of the truth.

Which brings them to the blanket fort and the lies printed in black ink. The two of them sit there comparing what they’ve experienced in their lives to what the world at large believes. Red’s parents were no longer together, and yet they’d been soulmates. What does it mean? They’d been told repeatedly that once they found their special someone, the world would right itself, the universe would sing their song and they’d face little to no hardships.

“It’s a lie,” Green spits, closing the book with a loud slam. “They’ve been lying to us, Red.”

Red puts down the flashlight and reaches over to take Green’s hand.

There’s no spark or visions of celebration to differentiate the touch from any other one.

When Green turns seven, he puts distance between them.

When Green turns eight, he starts being mean.

When they both turn eleven, they begin their pokémon journeys.

It’s a monumental undertaking and when he was younger, Red had thought he and Green would face it side by side. But now, Green runs forward, spewing taunts in his wake. There’s no link between them that offers Red a peek into what Green’s really feeling, no sign given by their bond that could explain his behavior. Red is left alone, confused and hurt by his own soulmate shunning and belittling him every chance he gets.

Red keeps walking because that’s what he’s always done. He catches pokémon, forges bonds with them, and trudges through grass and mud and rain to get where he needs to go. It’s fun being outside so much. He gets to be on his own, away from people and it’s not seen as him being strange or weird. Pokémon aren’t afraid of him. Pokémon don’t whisper hurtful things behind his back. It’s him, his team, and the four badges in his case.

That is, until the foreboding air and eerie light of Lavender Town comes creeping closer. An unsettling presence hangs over the town like a smog, and Red finds himself thrust into the city's problems as he chases Team Rocket. And in doing so, he runs into his soulmate once more in the Pokémon Tower.

Red has a reason for being here; he’s been chasing Team Rocket thugs his entire journey. Green, however… Well. There’s only two reasons for visiting the Pokémon Tower, but Red doesn’t pry. Green tries once again at intimidation, and it ends as it always has previously; Green hiding his hurt behind a cracking mask and Red never being able to find the right words to say.

And yet, when he leaves Lavender Town after driving out Team Rocket and saving Mr. Fuji, he spots Green on Route 7, leaning against a tree. It’s not like Green to stick around in places where there’s no gym, so Red is confused...until he understands that Green’s been waiting for him.

A feeling of dread weighs him down. Was their fight at the Pokémon Tower not enough? Were the insults not enough? Red has had enough, and moves to the left to give Green a wide berth. He doesn’t want to battle or deal with the complex feelings that follow. He’s spent enough time here. He needs to go.

“Red.”

Green’s voice stops him. It’s not because of the bond or any other false truth that’s been shoved down his throat. At one point, Green had been his best friend. And now, he still remains Red’s soulmate. Red keeps handing out chances for change, opportunities to fix things, but nothing ever comes. He needs to go.

Green pushes off of the tree, his arms still crossed. “Camp out with me tonight.”

Not a battle. Not an insult. Not a pointless taunt. A proposition. An opportunity for change? Red would be a fool not to take it.

He nods.

By the fireside, Red and Green stare into the flames and keep their words to themselves. Their tents are already set up, their teams have already eaten dinner and they’ve done the same. There’s nothing left to take care of, but still they prolong what brought them together in the first place.

Red has no idea what it is that Green wants, so he’s confused, but that’s not the only thing that’s confusing him. He hasn’t spent this much time around Green in years, and yet...he feels nothing from their soulmate bond. There’s no relief or itch for touch, there’s no yearning in his heart and no sudden impact of feelings like when they’d first locked gazes. If feels normal between them, as it always has since that first meeting.

Is this normal? Is this how it’s supposed to be?

Green tosses another twig into the fire that it didn’t need and looks up at Red. “Do you want to break our bond?”

Red’s eyes widen. His lips part. He forgets to breathe. He stares.

“I’m not going to force you,” Green holds up a hand. “But I… I’ve been thinking...about this whole soulmate thing…”

Red keeps silent, his heart racing and it’s the most feeling he’s ever felt since that day.

“I don’t know about you, but luck hasn’t been following me,” Green says, glaring at the flames. “Wealth hasn’t found me. And I know… I know we aren’t close anymore, but…” Green sighs, looks up at Red and the fire in his eyes is unlike anything Red’s ever seen. It’s volcanoes erupting and stars bursting into dust. “I want to make this decision myself.”

Quickly, Red reaches into his backpack for his notepad and a pencil. He bites his lip as he thinks on what to say. When it comes down to it, there’s just one question that hasn’t left him and probably never will.

Have you felt anything since that first day? Even now?

Green looks over the paper and he takes a minute to respond. When he does, hurt chokes his voice, reality making his throat tighten. “No, I haven’t.”

Red sits back. The last bit of hope up and fades and he’s left with this choice. What is a soulmate bond if there’s no feelings attached? If there’s no constant affirmation that this is right? How do they know for certain that they’re each other’s soulmates? The feelings had been immense, but they’d vanished since. But who was to say that was a bond being formed? What if it was just them, the two of them, and nothing more?

But it had to be a bond, because that’s how it’s always been described. That was the one part those books got right. That initial feeling of everything at once, like the universe crashing in on them. Amazing and scary and beautiful and sad. Everything that they are and could be leveled against them in one, single gaze.

Then after, there’s no more. That is all they are afforded.

Green is his soulmate, but Red thinks of him as a lost childhood friend, someone who isn’t interested and wants nothing to do with him. Still, those old times when they were younger… Red wouldn’t mind going back to that. He prefers friendship over this bitter rivalry that hurts much more than it should, that tears and rips his skin.

But isn’t this the same? Green wants nothing to do with him yet again. Not as friends, not as soulmates, only rivals competing for something that they were supposed to do together. Red grips his pencil tight.

Do you hate me that much?

Green stutters. “Red, I…” He shakes his head, leans forward to set his elbows on his knees. He stares into the flames but then looks past them to regard Red. “I don’t hate you. I just think this would be best for both of us.”

Why?

“Because have you ever felt anything for me?” Green asks, turning the question around. “You always ask if I’ve felt anything, but have you? What is this bond doing for us, huh? Everyone talks like it’s the best thing, like it’s an amazing necessity, but it’s not!”

Red looks away, feeling Green’s frustration and understanding it. They always sang of soulmates, sang of love and fate, but it’s done nothing for them. Are they too young? Too ignorant of the world? And if so, shouldn’t they figure this out themselves? They can’t trust what they’re told, they can’t trust what people say. This is a step that they have to make on their own.

With every step on his journey, Red’s been making his own choice and how freeing it’s felt. He decides where to go, who to battle, what pokémon to catch. He decides his place in the world and who he wants to be. He dives into caves and crosses rivers. He looks up and dreams of snow, he looks back and yearns for times long past. But those are still his choices to make.

This is the same. This is something that they can choose for themselves. There was always the possibility for more, an opportunity for the two of them to become more, but…this opportunity, this chance may be what they need.

What does Red have to lose? There’s never been another feeling or indication. They’ve grown apart despite being fated to be together. They’ve already defied all logic and reason.

And he wants… He wants to know. Maybe if they break the bond, another feeling will happen and they’ll know for certain, then.

How do we break it?

#reguri #namelessshipping #unpolished and abandoned wip's #my writing #nameless #with how red's path goes in the games this is difficult to write #because their relationship is already strained #so i had to write around that #and i don't like how it alters the tone and intent of it #to red feeling like green hates him #instead of it being 'hey this shit is just not working out at all let's end it'#i want them to be on good terms when they do #so it has to be an au #text

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burninghoneyatdusk · 4 years

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I didn’t mean to scare you before the episode ha, but how was it?? I very much enjoyed it, and enjoyed the potential going forward even more so

ahahah okay I was going to be scared regardless, the build up was killing me 😂

It’s taken me like 12+ hours to process this and I still am but okay I have a lot of initial thoughts, I’ll try to be organized, bear with me.

All Hail Bellamy Blake

More than anything this episode reminded me that Bellamy really is the heart of the show. Like, I had missed him this season but until he was on screen again, I didn’t realize just how much something the show lacked with out him. And although we all know I love bellarke, missing his character really is outside the ship and I’m so glad he’s back.

Bellamy’s Choice/Conversion

I actually don’t think Bellamy “falling” for this is OOC at all. First thing to consider - Bellamy has not seen what we have in regards to Bardo. He hasn’t been on the same journey as the other characters. From Bellamy’s POV, he shows up in a strange white room only to be immediatey drop kicked to another planet. All he really knows about them is from Doucette, who actually makes a decent argument.

Next, let’s think about Bellamy’s character. It immediately struck me when Doucette said Bellamy’s form of love is selfish. I was like oh, that’ll do it. Bellamy has a huge heart that he leads with, but that accusation takes me right back to S1 Bellamy - making selfish decisions in the name of his sister, bc of his love for her. It was Clarke who helped him see they weren’t the right decisions but they were for the right REASONS.

But Clarke, nor anyone else, is around to remind Bellamy he isn’t selfish. And Bellamy has always had a bit of a problem with self loathing. Think back to S6. Too many sins, my lantern wouldn’t float. Bellamy telling Jo!Clarke that she knows more than anyone how much he beats himself up for his past decisions. So Doucette says - “Look, this love is better. This love isn’t selfish like you.” But he emphasizes that it’s still love, so it’s enough to hook Bellamy.

Then you have Bellamy essentially reaching a breaking point and it isn’t love for O, Echo, or Clarke who saves him. It’s this new belief system, this love for the Shepard. And the weird acid trip vision basically gave him what he asked for - proof he could see with his own eyes. Then of course, this all accumulates when his survival is because of a LITERAL leap of faith, truly cementing his beliefs.

I think just in general, if you think it’s OOC, you’re also missing how cults work. Bellamy is in survival mode physically, but also mentally. He’s isolated, spending time with only an enemy who he needs to survive. It’s self-preservation to lean into this thing that might save him. And once you do, you can’t flip a switch to go back.

It especially makes sense in the context of Bellamy’s very real trauma from so many events - shooting Jaha? Selfish love. Mt. Weather genocide? Selfish love. Following Pike & the grounder massacre? Selfish love. We see a bit of a shift in that in S5 - he’s a leader, head!Bellamy. But S6, his desperation to save Clarke and prioritizing that above all else? Back to heart!Bellamy and another thing he’s going to tell himself was selfish love.

Bellamy is tired. Bellamy doesn’t want to make hard decisions for loved ones that weigh down on his soul. That’s what Doucette told him right? He said, my love is better because my love is light, weightless. And when broken down, Bellamy understandably could no longer resist the concept. He wants an easier love and he doesn’t want the responsibility of the heavier one. He’s taken responsibility for his sister, his people, this entire series, and has finally reached the point where he can’t do it anymore. Especially not without Clarke by his side to remind him he’s not bearing that burden alone.

Bellarke & OH THE BELLARKE PARALLELS

I always found it interesting that JR stated book 2 of the 100 was S6-7 because to me the more natural split is book 2 being S5-7. So that’s where I’m kind of coming at this from.

First, I loved the 5x01 & 7x11 bellarke parallels. Both of them surviving “alone”. Even the small bits like them talking to themselves and what not and being pushed to their limits (Clarke with a gun to her head, Bellamy nearly dying and pushed to the brink until he believes in the sheppard).

However, the circumstances of their isolation is important and explains why Bellamy went down this path. Clarke could do nothing but wait for her friends to come down. Bellamy couldn’t wait - he needed to find a way out himself, so there was more desperation, more of a goal, where Clarke’s goal was staying alive.

Then, most obviously, their companions. Clarke has a child to care for, someone to be strong for. Bellamy has the opposite, someone who “saves” him and that he eventually is taken care of by, that care being converting him. Their companions directly affect their actions afterwards. Clarke loving Madi is the perfect example of this “selfish love” and we see it in S5 when she outs Madi’s safety above everyone else’s. Bellamy’s experience leads him down the opposite path - detatchment from everyone, love only for the common good. Per usual with bellarke, neither of these options alone is the right one - you need the balance between these kinds of love. Oh look. Bellarke balancing each other? Who would have thought.

Love is weakness - parallel to S2 Clarke’s journey. I found Doucette interesting and I think this might be an unpopular opinion but I found myself thinking...hey, I get it. We’re watching the show from our perspective but from his- I mean our characters made a lot of *bad* choices in the name of protecting loved ones. For all the reasons I think Bellamy fell for this, I think it’s realistic to believe that this type of Bardoan love is superior, that the selfish love is weaker...in theory, of course. But all Bellamy knows is theory, from a book and one man. Like Clarke had to learn, Bellamy has to again learn that love for family and friends does not have to be the selfish, weak option.

Probably the most obvious parallel that we’re about to see is Bellarke’s S6 & S7 journey. The heart saved the head’s heart (her life), and now the head will save the heart’s head (his mind). Maybe even deeper we can say that Bellamy using his heart saved Clarke freed Clarke in her own mind, so perhaps Clarke will he using her head to save Bellamy’s heart, which is also lost. The parallel can go a lot of ways, but it’s there and glaringly obvious and I’m beyond excited to see it play out.

#SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL #bellarke #bellamy blake #the 100 #the 100 season 7 #the 100 s7 #the 100 spoilers

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is a virgin and inexperienced, and when Michael arrives at the Outpost he finds out and is very intrigued and does everything he can to seduce the reader bc him taking someone's virginity and purity would be a big deal to him like makes him stronger, more powerful, etc. I'm just in need of some filthy detailed smut with this plot 🥵❤️

OH BOY THIS WAS FUN! Apologies for the accidental breeding kink… 🥵 (gif credit unknown, please comment if you know)

“Tell me who you really are,” Langdon pored, idly running a finger over his cheek as his stare bore holes into you from across his desk.

“I’m.. I’m a Gemini,” you stammered, clammy hands clasped in your lap, creasing your purple satin gown with trepidation.

“That’s a considerably virginal response,” he stifled a chuckle under his breath, sliding from his chair to perch on the desk between you.

“That’d be an interesting observation for someone who wasn’t a virgin.”

Langdon’s gaze unashamedly traversed your body; consuming every pleat of your mauve dress as it clung to your figure, devouring every curve as you nervously shuffled in your seat, memorising every innocent twitch of your nerves as he observed you.

“Do you want to die a virgin?” His tone was inquisitive, hungry, eyes still journeying around the swell of your heaving breasts as your breaths sharpened.

“Well it wouldn’t be my first choice, but somebody inconsiderately caused the end of the world before I had a chance to find somebody.”

A wry smile curled the corner of his lips. “Reluctant acceptance of fate and pickiness, I see,” Langdon pressed, leaning back on his desk and anchoring himself with both palms. “I like that about you.”

“Good to know,” your eyes darted down to your lap, swirling your thumbs over your palms to distribute the glistening coating gathering in the creases. “Is that what this interview’s about? To see if I’d procreate if I were to be chosen for the Sanctuary?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” He outstretched a curious finger to lift up your chin. “Maybe it’s not even an interview.”

Your brows furrowed — predicting Langdon’s next move wasn’t a game you knew how to play.

“I’m sorry, Langdon, I’m confused. What exactly do you want from me?”

He slapped his thighs demonstrably before retreating to the office door, swinging it open to usher you out. You tentatively rose to your feet, heels clacking with every intrepid motion.

“Come back to my office when you’ve figured it out,” he hummed as you passed him, his hands linked politely behind his back. “Take as much time as you need.”

———

Langdon was chivalrous in his seduction. He never forced his desires upon you, never even spoke them aloud, he simply allowed you the time and space to calculate what he wanted. In that time, presumably he hoped what he wanted would swiftly become what you wanted also.

Holding doors open for you, a polite smile eking across his lips. Gazing softly at you across the Outpost dinner table, his cerulean eyes taking on a warm glow. Perching silently in the corner of the library as you perused the shelves for the dwindling number of books you hadn’t yet consumed, running the pad of his fingers down the spine of the nearest hardback as he caught your eye.

His patience was sickening.

For another fortnight, you watched your fellow Outpost survivors pass in and out of his office without comment, without disturbance and certainly without a mind-boggling ultimatum like yours. A fortnight of silence between you and the mysterious blonde Cooperative delegate was enough to send you toward desperate measures.

Langdon was nothing if not effortlessly attractive, but it would take more than a few silent gestures to allure you into his office again. Or at least that’s what you told yourself as you froze on the other side of his door.

The temptation to knock before entering clouded your vision, raising a tentative knuckle to the thick oak portal as if you were a child requesting access, expecting a swift reprimand for poor behaviour. Shaking your head to dismiss your trepidation, a deep breath and a roll of your eyes charged up enough energy to abruptly swing his door open and stride across to his desk.

“Father, I can’t just force her-- hey, haven’t you heard of knocking?” Langdon cut himself off, brows knitted as you stormed toward his chair. The determination skewing your face told the blonde all he needed to know long before you leaned down to capture his lips in an urgent kiss, cupping his face in your hands and settling in his lap as he pulled you in by the waist.

“Figured it out?” He hummed into your mouth, enticing a rushed nod as you rolled your hips into him while a satisfied groan rumbled in his throat. “Good girl. Now hold on to me.”

As you clasped your hands firmly around his neck, Langdon lifted you to rest on the edge of his desk and he towered over you fumbling with his zipper. “Now tell me,” he muttered as he hitched your skirt up to pool around your waist. “What is it we both want?”

Drawing your bottom lip between your teeth, you dug your ankles into his thighs until his hips crashed against yours.

“I want you to claim me,” you purred, embedding your nails in the soft skin of his neck leaving behind sultry crescent dips. “Take me. Defile me. Deflower me.”

The sound that boomed from his throat at that suggestion could only be described as primitive, animalistic, inhuman. Once he set his shaft free from his pants and slipped your panties out of his line of fire, Langdon’s eyes raised to meet yours but their cerulean hues had bled into pitch black. His cheeks hollowed, his features darkened, skin pallid and sallow. As he brushed the dripping head of his length through your folds, the hungry smirk that painted his lips parted just long enough for him to warn you, “This might hurt a little, so breathe in deep for me.”

Just as you obeyed, Langdon rolled his hips into you and your walls greeted his entry with a searing stretch. Wincing and hissing softly, you threw your head back as he slowly seated himself inside you. Noticing your discomfort, he stopped halfway to coo softly in your ear. “It’s okay, we can stop if you need to.”

“Please, please don’t stop,” you panted, tightening your thighs around his hips until he bottomed out inside you as you both moaned hungrily. Releasing the breaths that hung tentatively in your throat, you pulled him in for a sensual kiss. “Fuck me like you own me.”

“Where oh where did that innocent little girl go?” He murmured as he dragged his hips back and plowed his cock back into you, eliciting a fractured gasp tumbling from your tongue as the delicious stretch of your walls consumed your fragility.

“She waited two weeks for you to make a damn move, Langdon.”

“Ouch,” he pouted before slamming his entire length back through your burning folds, your walls constricting around him as he filled you. “The name’s Michael, by the way.”

“In that case, Michael,” you purred softly, head thrown back and hips keening feverishly in response to the ripples flowing through you. “I think I’m—“

“That’s it,” he interjected, trailing sloppy kisses along the column of your throat as he rocked his hips more fluidly, curling smoothly into you as his tip grazed your fluttering walls. “Cum for me like a good girl.”

A tidal wave of euphoria threw over you with his next curved thrust, nails scratching deep into his shoulders as crimson droplets wept in their wake. A carnal growl erupted through Michael’s throat and sent shockwaves eagerly down through his heaving chest toward his twitching shaft, pumping his release deep inside you as you both fell into a blissful haze.

“Listen,” he whispered almost hesitantly, as if the words rolling off his tongue filled him with dread. “I know I said this wasn’t about procreation, but…”

“I got that, Michael.” Venturing a hand to cradle his cheek as his pupils regressed to their oceanic blue tone, you smiled warmly. “Do you think it worked?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that,” Michael placed a flat, expectant palm to your abdomen to inspect his work. “You’re— or rather you were a virgin, and I’m the Antichrist. Of course it worked.”

#Outpost!Michael #outpost!michael smut #Michael Langdon fanfiction #Michael Langdon imagines #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x reader smut

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lunatens · 4 years

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too much to ask

word count: 1.5k

genre: angst :((

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader

requested by anonymous <3

a/n: i don’t write angst often but this is probably the most angsty thing i’ve ever written lolol pls enjoy i hope it makes u sad also if anyone wants a sequel lemme know bc i feel so bad doing best boy hyunjin like this

112520 update: here’s the sequel!

“happy birthday to me,” you sing lowly to yourself as you take another swig of your drink. it’s nearly midnight--meaning your birthday will be over in a mere few minutes--and hyunjin still isn’t home. you haven’t seen him all day, except for when he gave you a quick kiss when he left early in the morning with whispers of “i’ll see you tonight, babe. happy birthday,” as he quietly slipped out the door.

honestly, you had high hopes for today. you’ve generally been understanding of hyunjin’s busy schedule, and while it’s hard for him to be busy or overseas so often you’ve gotten used to it. sure, it meant a lot of holidays or anniversaries or celebrations spent alone, and it always hurts, but you’ve learned to accept hyunjin can’t be with you all the time.

but he promised you he’d be home early from practice today so the two of you could spend the entire evening and night together--a rare occurrence, most times you have to settle on just a video chat or something. so hyunjin promising to spend the evening together was a big deal, and you couldn’t help but get your hopes up. of course you support hyunjin’s career and you always will, but you’d be lying to say you don’t crave a normal relationship where you can actually be with each other.

you had sat there for god knows how long staring out the window, eagerly waiting for hyunjin’s arrival. as the shadows grew long and a dusty haze darkened the sky, your heart sank deeper and deeper while your apartment remained silent. no loud laughter or terrible, over the top renditions of “happy birthday” echoing through the walls; no smell of blown-out candles or taste of sweet frosting on your lips. most importantly, no kisses that taste like sprinkles or soft hugs or hours spent in hyunjin’s arms like you were expecting. you haven’t even heard from your boyfriend since he’s been out, and you find yourself thinking at least a “sorry running late” text would be nice.

all of the day’s increasingly sad events--or lack thereof--are what has led you to your current state: lying sprawled out on the couch in the dark with your drink in one hand and the tv remote in the other as you flick through channels. you notice the slight buzz of alcohol making your head feel a little fuzzy--perhaps you’re balancing the line of tipsy and drunk.

you’re so out of it you barely register the key in the lock or the creak of the door as it swings open. the quietness of how hyunjin removes his coat and shoes tells you he’s trying to avoid you noticing him right away--he’s being cautious, you know he’s unsure of how to handle this situation. you glance at the clock and aren’t sure whether to laugh or cry; it’s 12:01--he’s missed your birthday by a single minute.

you opt for ignoring hyunjin, wanting to see how he treats the situation. honestly, your thoughts are too cloudy to even try and piece words together, so silence seems like the best option for now. you remain your channel surfing, eventually settling on an animal documentary. on-screen, you watch as a herd of elephants traverse a large expanse of desert. the room is silent, besides the quiet narration of the elephants’ journey, but you know hyunjin’s still there.

after what seems like an eternity, you pick up on the tentative shuffling footsteps that make their way to the couch. you feel arms snake their way around you from behind, but you don’t reciprocate.

“i’m so sorry, y/n” he mumbles, climbing over the couch to sit beside you. he studies your face, but you continue staring at the tv ahead. a baby elephant is now approaching a mud hole in search of water. you try to focus on the elephants and not how upset you are at how your rare chance at having a fun night together was taken away from you. you’re trying not to think about how you’re always so patient with hyunjin, and you put up with so, so much, and the one day that’s meant to celebrate you has been ruined. was it too much to ask for just one day--scratch that, a mere evening together? apparently it was, you think to yourself, and you try to remain stoic but you can’t stop the teardrops from silently trickling down your cheek. the elephant on-screen slips and falls into the mudhole, trumpeting feebly as it struggles to climb out.

“y/n, i’m so sorry.”hyunjin says again, this time pulling your body close to his so he can hold you tightly and stroke your hair gently like he always does to soothe you. this action makes it worse; now you feel like you shouldn’t be mad at him, it’s probably not his fault. but you still are mad, and you can’t seem to redirect this anger. you still remain limp, not responding at all to hyunjin’s attempts at reconciliation. the alcohol clouding your thoughts does nothing to help the situation, and you find you’re having trouble processing the whirlwind of emotions running through you.

“i just--i tried to leave after practice, which already was running late,but seungmin was struggling with a part of the choreo so i-”

“you promised.” you cut him off, voice quiet but stern--almost stern, actually, as your voice waivers a bit at the end. hyunjin shuts up, taking the cue not to make any excuses. he quietly waits for your response, and you can feel his heart beating loud in his chest. you know he’s feeling immense guilt right now and is doing his best to not set off any land mines, and you almost feel bad for him for a moment, but the pang in your chest when you finally look at him with tear-stained cheeks reminds you how hurt you are.

“you promised, hyunjin. you promised we’d have this one evening together, and i was dumb enough to actually get excited to be able to spend time with my boyfriend for once but now i realize that was so stupid of me, how could i be so stupid hyunjin?? this should’ve been like every other holiday or celebration where i sit alone wishing you were here and you’re out with your friends having fun and touring the world, i always miss you when that happens and it sucks but at least it doesn’t hurt as bad as this does,” the words start spilling from your mouth, and you’re not sure how much hyunjin can even understand from your mildly slurred speech, but you’re sure he’s got the gist of it.

“y/n, i--”

“i wish i never met you.” you mutter, half to yourself. your voice is barely audible at all, in fact you wouldn’t even be sure you said it if it wasn’t for the way hyunjin’s face fell. you watch how the colour drains from his face and he stares at you with wide eyes and speechless lips, you can see the heartbreak written across his face. hyunjin responds softly, trying his best to keep his composure.

“y-you don’t mean that,” he says with uncertainty, now avoiding eye contact. you merely glare at him in response, you want to tell him you didn’t mean it and you take it all back but you know that’s not entirely true. as much as you love hyunjin so, so much, this loneliness and heartbreak is just so hard sometimes, and it makes you question whether this relationship is worth it. sometimes you just think it would be so much easier if you’d never met hyunjin, you wouldn’t know this kind of pain.

hyunjin’s breath hitches at your silence, and he runs his fingers through his hair--a constant habit of his. without looking back up at you, he speaks once again, voice low.

“okay, well uh, i-i think i’m going to head to bed then. i lov--happy birthday, y/n.” he mutters, and with those words, he slowly makes his way to your shared bedroom. in your peripheral vision, you catch him turn to look at you when he reaches the doorway, but you continue staring blankly at the tv. it’s not long before his slender figure disappears from sight and you hear the door quietly click behind him.

on the tv screen, you notice the elephant has fallen into the mud pit and is struggling to climb free. the herd in the distance doesn’t seem to notice this struggle, and the elephant sinks deeper into the mud each time it tries to escape. you check your phone to see the time and your wallpaper photo of you and hyunjin together is enough to open the flood gates. silent tears stream down your face as you lie alone on the couch, pulling the blanket tight to you and trying not to think about how falling asleep without hyunjin beside you (yet knowing he’s in the room next to you) just feels so wrong. it’s safe to say this has been the worst birthday ever, you think to yourself as your drunkenness finally lulls you to sleep.

#skz #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids oneshot #stray kids drabble #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x you #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin oneshot #stray kids fanfiction #hyunjin fanfiction #angst #kpop fanfiction #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #too much to ask #birthday #requested

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lightcomingthroughthedarkness · 3 years

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I know you don't like BC anymore because of S7 But I like the way you answer the questions That's why I decided to ask I rewatched the first four seasons and realized something strange My question is long so I took it apart CL was never conceived as a big love At least JR didn't do that Maybe KS worked for it, and when he came back 130years later, still CL S6 continued but I thought it wasn't the original plan for JR.

People call it big CL, but I don't really understand what CL is being mentioned At least romantically The same is true for BC Before Finn's reaction 108 there was only friendship development jealousy confirmed this For CL,this only started at 214 But even then,C said she was not ready to have a relationship with anyone "in general" So he was saying this to himself.Well a few episodes ago, because love was a weakness, kept B away from herself B didn't send anyone to look for her s1e11

I'm not sure if these asks are in the right order or if there were suppose to be more asks, but these are the ones I got.

I very rarely talk about show Bellarke anymore because as you said, I don't ship them anymore. I'll try my best to answer this but honestly, I just couldn't care less about show Bellarke and I would never want Clarke anywhere near Bellamy (so I'm not sure I can be empathetic towards her)

Basically this is my interpretation. Lxa wasn't supposed to be Lxa at first. They wanted a child actor to play Heda but for different reasons that didn't happen. They cast ADC. Everyone knows Lxa was there to be an antagonist to Clarke but also a mirror to who Clarke could be.

Then they saw chemistry between Clarke and Lxa and it was Kim who suggested they kiss (if I remember it correctly). There were no plans to write CL the way it ended up being written. Jason only had the Lxa story for season 2. They didn't plan on having Lxa in season 3.

Then came the fan reaction to Lxa and CL. Jason was clearly surprised but also happy with the reaction and it fed him. He used that popularity and reaction to push for more Lxa/CL. Yet he still had no long term plans for them. But he wanted to buy more time, more screentime/scenes for them.

Since ADC had already signed with AMC, they had to fight to get ADC back in order to "finish the story". A story that Jason hadn't even planned on by the end of season 2. He even said the plan was for the story to go on and for everyone to know Lxa was out there with other grounders doing her job but not part of the story on the show. But he wanted to use her popularity to sell the show and elevate it into the sort of show he wanted or believed he was making. From the moment Jason started writing season 3, Lxa was always going do die, it was even hinted at in season 2!

So he developed a romantic relationship within 7 episodes. What was shown on screen was not what he was saying online. He used fans and their love for the character, to sell season 3. I do believe Clarke and Lxa had a connection and understood each other. I think they were attracted to each other. I think Lxa was into Clarke more than Clarke was into Lxa. Not because Clarke couldn't but because they didn't give Clarke the time to fully develop those feelings. Lxa already had them. Right when Clarke allowed herself to acknowledge those feelings, they killed Lxa.

I think Lxa was supposed to be an important character for Clarke for many different reasons and I would never claim that they weren't romantic/had feelings because they clearly did but the notion that a two week romance was THE relationship for Clarke, as an 18 year old girl, is ridiculous.

I think the disconnect here is that CL shippers and Jason (when he tried to do damage control after) sold CL as big, important and everlasting relationship on a 7 episodes built up. The vision of what fans wanted for CL, what they saw for CL, what they wished for CL was sold as canon after 7 episodes. I would argue, fans elevated CL to that status from sheer WISHFUL thinking of what wanted CL to BE but that they in canon weren't, at least, they never got the built up or time to BECOME what fans saw in their vision. But they made it "the truth" on social media and made it canon in their minds and sold CL as such after only 7 episodes. Regardless of the fact that it was Clarke's show, Clarke's journey or the fact that Clarke was only an 18 year old who had her entire life in front of her.

The way in which Jason killed Lxa also goes to show how little he understood fans and how little he cared about any emotional connection to Lxa. He cared as long as the story gave him want he wanted for the show; recognition, an audience, money, more seasons etc.

The backlash against Jason is a huge part of how the story was told after season 3. Suddenly even on the show, they started writing Lxa and her memory differently and they gave more meaning to the relationship that had ever gotten in the scripts. The I love you in 3x16 was ADR. It was added only AFTER the backlash. It wasn't even in the script. The Lxa mentions in 4x01 (Clarke and Abby's talk wasn't even scripted at first. The actor playing Abby made them write it and keep it in the episode). All these extra Lxa mentions, rewriting the relationship or the build up of the relationship was damage control. It was an answer to all the criticism. To give CL more depth and meaning after death. As if it was good enough for fans. It wasn't.

The thing is, people say "oh you only call it damage control and not canon because you don't ship CL". The thing is, it's such an insult to themselves and their ship when they say stuff like that. CL fans should acknowledge that they were used and that most of the things after season 3 was damage control. That should be the real problem here, that they were used like that. They should want and expect better than a pitty damage control tour. CL could have been great and exactly what they envisioned CL to be or become. But they never got the screentime to become that. They killed Lxa off right before their potential could be reached. So now all that lost potential has somehow been made into being canon because CL fans think "this is what CL was even though they never got the time to achieve it). That's the thing. They COULD have sure but they never did. They ended with the potential but the potential in your vision is not canon. Yet they made it so.

So we have fan backlash against Jason and the show and it changed a lot for the story due to damage control. And through Lxa's popularity, she became some sort of martyr in their eyes and so much interest and equally pressure would put on the show, Clarke and Jason, that they keep Lxa as a ghost in the story. Clarke was never allowed to grow up and have a life outside of Lxa, the show started to revolve around the AI and even though there were several other commanders, it somehow always came down to Lxa. And then Jason got a chance to right his mistake when he got ADC to come back. To win some points with fans. Look how great he is, right? But yet again, he showed his true colors. He didn't make CL endgame, he didn't even bring Lxa back. He literally had ADC on set again and he made her an alien in Lxa's clothes. If we are gonna talk about ship, you had the actor right there and could have made it become real since you CLAIM you did it for fans. Yet. He. Did. Not. Do. That. He made Lxa an alien. And then what did he do? He did an interview where he claimed it was a "greatest love" yet he never once told that story in the finale. He didn't even let Lxa be Lxa. But he could do an interview playing with people's emotions again because it would give him support and extra points from CLs. But in canon? He never had to follow through for a single second. It was all left in the open.

So no, not much of anything was his original plan and it shows. Personally, I think he thinks losing Lxa was his biggest mistake (only after he saw the fan reaction to her) and if he could, there is no doubt in my mind he would have kicked Clarke out as the main for Lxa.

#the 100 #ask answered

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astrales · 3 years

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I decided to write youta’s character stories and details, so they will be under the cut bc, whoops, it got long !

character details: a mysterious and enigmatic man from the land of inazuma, youta now takes up temporary residence in liyue harbor. he’s something of an adventurer, travelling form place to place and doing odd jobs, though not all adventurers would find themselves doing shady deals with shadier people.

while not very sociable, they are willing to lend an ear or naginata to anyone needing their help. it seems he has unfinished business, but it’s unclear what his true motives are. knowledgeable and skilled, youta could easily be compared to some renegade hero from an old tale. whether he is one or not, is up to the people he comes into contact with.

story 1: before escaping to mainland teyvat, youta ( known as aoki in inazuma ) was the head chef at uyuu restaurant. because of this, he knows how to cook quite a large variety of inazuman dishes. now, in his free time, he likes to learn and perfect liyue and mondstadt dishes. while he would never admit to it, it allows him to return to some sense of normalcy, whatever that was. once he thought about applying for a job at another restaurant, but he doesn’t stay put long enough to hold a singular job.

at inazuma, however, he was quite well known for the care he put into his dishes. while no one knows of his true origins, many of the locals know that aoki looked far younger than he should for working at the restaurant for well over 40 years. he’s never spoken about it, but the locals liked to think of him as “the everlasting bachelor” for never seeing him date another person. turns out when you’re well liked, the patrons don’t question you much. that, and aoki was well known for helping people flee inazuma inside food crates up until he left himself ( and even then, he has systems in place and loyal friends to help anyone wanting to escape still ). now, the patrons at uyuu wonder what ever happened to their beloved aoki.

story 2: despite wearing clothes more aligned with liyue or mondstadt, youta is always seen with a haori draped over otherwise foreign attire. it’s undoubtedly odd to see traditional inazuma wear outside of the country, but youta wanted at least one part of his culture to remain even outside the borders. his haoris vary in detail and extravagance, but his favorite and most worn is a dark green one with a pine tree pattern, the kanji for protection a bright white and largely printed on the back. it reminds him of home, and a past long forgotten.

the makers of his haoris, narajiro and shakuhachi, are fellow refugees from inazuma and some of the people he wholeheartedly trusts. the unkaku family are in fact the only people that have learned about his true identity, sworn to secrecy and willing to help youta with whatever he needs. out of all the places youta goes, he goes to their shop the most frequently. in addition to making and repairing his clothes, they also share valuable intel with youta, and in turn he does whatever they want with him. in a world where promises and bonds are often broken, he is thankful to have a few people he can count on.

story 3: having left inazuma approximately one year ago, after the vision hunt decree was put in place, aoki fled on a merchant boat to liyue. he could’ve stayed and saved other people, as he thinks about at night, but his true identity being discovered would only cause more trouble. so, now in liyue and going by youta, he began his journey to get stronger. he had originally planned to stay at wangshu inn or qingce village, but ultimately decided on staying at liyue harbor for the easy port access.

in his somewhat short time living in liyue harbor, youta has begun to think of it of a home away from home. the way of life there is starkly different than life back at inazuma, but it’s grown on him. he rarely spends time in the city, but he lets himself enjoy the hustle and bustle of the city life once in a while. he doesn’t plan on staying long once he’s able to go back home, but maybe he’ll return for a pleasure trip and say hello to some new friends.

story 4: in times like these, the loneliness threatens to swallow youta whole. having to live for thousands of years, never dying, and watching countless people come and go and die gets to even the most distant of people. as one of the few remaining old gods still alive, even undercover, youta couldn’t help but feel like time was moving too slow and too fast at the same time. after the “death” of rex lapis, the loneliness only worsened. while he was never close to the geo archon, nor did the archon know that he was in fact still alive, the pain that stabbed his heart was worse than any mortal wound. with each passing day, the world youta knew slipped further and further away.

in the days where he feels lost, youta finds himself at the edge of the ocean. as the waves gently wash over his feet, youta remembers that out there, somewhere, his home is out there and a countless number of people suffering. knowing his people were under the tyrannical rule of the inazuma bakufu reignites his motivation, and like the earth, ceases to give in to the pain. with naginata in hand, youta steels his resolve to save his people.

story 5: in his time of living and protecting the people of inazuma, many folktales and legends have been made about a deity known as saruta ( derived from sarutahiko ōkami ). some legends tell of him slaying giant catfish, or him defeating an entire invading army with a single poisonous thorn. the truth or accuracy of the tales is up for debate. as a thank you for protecting the common folk of inazuma for thousands of years, the people began to dot the countryside with blue evergreen trees, a symbol and a hope for everlasting protection.

however, after his death, the trees that were once a symbol of hope became a memorial. as baal took over, and with their protector gone, the people of inazuma look towards the tall pines in a prayer that one day saruta would come back to save them. little do they know, their hope isn’t lost yet. across the ocean, youta yearns to see the blue trees once again.

#☾ ━ youta ( headcanons ).#I was gonna write his vision story too but I realized I already did more or less in his back story so I didn't lol #also idk if I really like story 5 but I got bored and tired of doing this so RGFEDFHTGRFSD #inspired by chris doing this for arthur.... the absolute madman

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abby can you talk on how deancas and tenrose are the same?

okay so i need to preface this with the usual…. cannot believe i am enlightened enough to be seriously discussing this in the year 2020, but i’m happy for my teen self. also there is about to be a lot of unhinged earnestness to follow, so if you’re easily succebtable to cringe… don’t read on. ALSO RIP I WROTE 1800 WORDS about just the most general and nonspecific concepts…… brb k wording myself

first off i think it’s so funny that i just went back and looked and i typed cas/ten as a one and dean/rose as a six completely independently so… that’s where my head is at.

i think the meat of the issue is the way that tenrose and deancas function both in relation to the overall narrative and each other. there are many differences of course, but at the end of the day, both relationships are positioned as the ultimate working example of what their shows are trying to be About.

i could write an entirely separate essay on the intersections between cas and the doctor, but essentially…… these are figures introduced to the audience as Beyond Human Understanding. they exist as celestial beings unconstrained by the rules of space and time, more closely connected to god than humanity. we meet the doctor farther along in his journey than castiel, but both of their character arcs are rooted in a Godlike Creature observing humanity and becoming enamored with it/driven to protect and care for it. by the time the doctor meets rose, it is well established that he has a soft spot for humanity, she’s not the one who teaches him that. but she is the one he reaches out to and leans on for support and healing post-time war, and she is the one who influences ten’s regeneration so deeply that he is made in her image/for her. castiel rebuilds dean atom by atom is hell, and upon rescuing him from the pit, finds himself similarly irrevocably altered. it is revealed to us that castiel also has had a long affection for humanity, but nothing swayed him from his ultimate duty before he met dean. and just as the doctor finds himself with a family for the first time after gallifrey with rose and her mother on the estate, castiel finds himself cut off from his family/realm, but with a new family, team free will. they lose everything, their attachment to the heavens, and find a new family and a new reason to continue, in these humans.

dean and rose also are the ultimate Human Credentials. we all know this term to be indicative of someone who confers humanity onto the other, someone who, by mere accompaniment, allows their beloved to more safely/easily navigate life. and it’s true in this sense. rose is constantly reminding ten how to Be Human (”am i being rude?”) in both big and small ways, just as dean more or less badgers castiel in the same way ( “dude. we talked about this”). neither cas nor ten would be as intimately connected with their “human sides” with their partners. but dean and rose are also Human Credentials in a broader sense, in that….. they act as character references for the rest of humanity, and by virtue of their own selves/their partner’s attachment to them, guarantee investment in the rest of the human race. castiel is more-or-less content to watch from heaven and take orders until he rescues dean and becomes involved with his life (”the moment castiel laid a hand on you in hell he was lost”). his love and affection for dean and his willingness to bend everything to keep him safe means that castiel learns to defy heaven for the good of humanity. ten has always loved humans, but he loves rose a little differently. The Doctor Needs Someone, and we see rose’s power as his human credential most strongly when she’s gone. Without rose, ten is more willing to put himself/others in danger, to make choices that will result in death, to be callous and reckless and thoughtless. rose’s presence is a constant reminder that humanity is Worth the Trouble, that he’s never met anyone who wasn’t important.

for rose and dean…. these are two, completely Normal, Average People. or so they think anyways. the burdens they carry and their inner lives are very different, but in very simple ways, they both would’ve continued their lives believing there was nothing special about them, getting up to Do Their Duty, never asking for anything special. both view themselves are caretakers, although this manifests differently bc rose is a bratty 19 year old and dean never got the opportunity to be a teenager. but both Feel Deeply in ways/levels that others don’t. each has an extremely open heart and a need to protect/provide for the little people. what ten and cas give them is an entirely new perspective, whereupon it starts to be possible to believe that even the smallest person can affect the world for better, and that they, specifically Deserve More.

THEN we have the ideas of religion/free will/fate that intertwine both shows. rtd’s doctor who was explicitly and obviously written with the intent to show an atheist universe where the human spirit and mind are enough on their own to be holy, to determine right and wrong, and to decide the events of the universe. obviously ten is often situated in christ-like positions, but he learns from humanity as much as they teach him. supernatural is a little more complicated, with an alternate vision of accepted figures of christianity, but both shows heavily emphasize the power of human kindness, passion, empathy, and individual choice. ten may not live within the confines of space and time, but apocalypses in doctor who often hinge on one small person doing The Next Right Thing, just as supernatural’s base credo is We’re Writing a New Chapter. castiel bursts onto the scene and is literally taught the importance of free will by dean, and perhaps even the importance of his own desires/needs by dean. both core relationships exemplify what it means to make choices outside the realm of fate (even whilst allowing for the existence of soulmates). yes, castiel was ordered to raise dean from perdition, but their human connection is what allows the winchesters to subvert God and move outside the printed narrative - love for a human is what makes an angel CHOOSE to fall from heaven. and ten…. well ten knows that rose is going to die. ten understands from the moment he allows himself to care for her above all others, that he is dooming himself to pain and regret and loss. but he decides to do it anyways, because isn’t the best thing an otherwordly being in love with humanity can do is to eperience love and loss on a human level? both cas and ten understand that there is no love without pain, that they will be the ones to watch their beloveds leave them, but that the Choice to love out of free will is worth it.

there’s also the element of Expression/Repression. here is where the underlying emotion remains similar but the freedom of how exactly to illustrate these feelings could not be more different. tenrose is a heterosexual relationship at the end of the day, and their storylines require them to be alone in each other’s presence nearly 100% of the time. thus, we get LOTS of familiar touching, lots of body language and casual intimacy and teasing. dean and cas…. lol. not so much. instead of physicality, we get looks, both because of dean’s own upbringing/sexuality and because they exist on the show that they do. deancas deals in the unspoken - the acts of service, the grace healings, the tense moments of battle, the lack of personal space. the expression is different, but the emotion is the same. ten and dean hold themselves back from the more Obvious open-book partners, for their own personal reasons. the end effect being that everyone on screen understands/insinuates what’s happening, and their relationship is so thick with subtext its a wonder no one suffocates. Words are seen as the ultimate step, once which cannot be overcome in normal life. both pairs use death/separation as the final step towards full transparency, but even then we are never granted the ultimate catharsis of an I Love You. castiel couches his confessions in generalizations towards groups, and dean swallows his truth even in prayer. rose says the words through a veil of uncrossable distance, but she doesn’t get to hear them back. they can Know, and we can Understand, but we cannot hear it.

lastly (for now)…. and perhaps as an ultimate summation…….. death and parallel universes and fate cannot stop them, those who are drawn to each other through heaven and hell, through time and realities. it is to be understood that will all four individuals fight to ensure that each human being is safe, protected, and able to make their own choices they are soulmates. they are soulmates who are bound to each other to be sure, but they’re not Fated in a way that takes away their free will. they’re fated by the series of choices they make, over and over again, to prioritize each other, to traverse time and space and dimension and hell to get back to one another. god cannot see castiel in his plans for the world, and yet castiel has evaded death again and again, to give dean a win. nothing could tear rose away from her doctor, and even while trapped in another dimmension, she hears his voice, she runs to him, and she finds a way to get back to him. each and every choice they make brings them back to one another, regardless of the ultimate ending. we don’t know yet if we will ever hear castiel and dean get their doomsday moment, but we do know that in order for castiel to leave dean’s side, an entirely new dimmension (the empty) will have to be in play to keep them apart.

ultimately, castiel and ten are both celestial beings with self-worth issues but a burning and true desire to see humanity thrive, directly and indirectly because of their attachment to dean and rose. dean and rose make castiel and ten more human, all while exemplifying why human is a good thing to be. dean and rose become more themselves under cas and ten’s influence, both are given more opportunity to bloom into who they are meant to be. all four become More in the presence of each other, and save the world while doing it. ultimately there is a heavy dose of tragedy in both - whether or not dean and cas get their moment is yet to be seen, but these are still Soulmates with differing relationships to mortality. but is there anything sweeter than defying god’s and fate and our own doubts to grab love with both hands, even when we know there will be pain?

#JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST #the way i could write an additional 2k words on any one of these sections/elements #anyways happy high holy day #deancas #tenrose #dw #spn #meta #Anonymous #LMAOOOOOO

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