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botanybulbasaur · 5 months

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Schneider's family ; The significance of Marian

REVERSE 1999 SPOILERS AHEAD : FOR CHAPTERS 1 AND 2 ! Please tread carefully and make sure you only read about what you're willing to know.

I know we're all still completely in shambles from Chap. 2, but I wanted to make a speculation about Schneider-- and a comment about how well she's written !

Let me start with this: In many pieces of media, viewers, listeners and readers alike are told that a character has people they care for. They're told a character has a lover, a wife, kids, a family, a sister. We're told the same about Schneider: that she has 11 older siblings, and that she works in the mafia to support them.

However, it's very rarely that we're given a name and a face for these supposed loved ones. And even rarer is it that they're written well, not just as a ploy for empathy, but as their own character: Ladies, gentlemen, and esteemed guests: I present to you, Marian.

Marian is one of my favorite characters just as a stand-alone: she's realistic, she's anxious, she clings to Schneider like a lifeline-- but she's brave, too. I'd love to do an in-depth analysis on her another time, but we're here for another reason.

Marian, first of all, shows us what Schneider's family is like. How they were raised, what they believe in, who they depend on. Soft topic, I know, but as someone of Italian lineage, it's very important to me that I point this out: Marian is extremely religious.

Immigrants of every kind tend to be religious. It gives them much more faith than they ever could have: a new lifeline. They managed to make it across such a winding sea? Oh, thank the lord. They haven't been kicked out of the Americas for emigration? Thank you, holy one. There's so many more reasons for this than "they need something they don't have"- maybe the fact that the rendition of god in every religion is said to love everybody, not just those who were born into wealthy families with the bluest eyes and the blondest hair.

When in a moment with no reason, and all different kinds of desperate measures being needed.. Schneider does what her family coaxes her to. She prays.

(I can't find a screenshot, but please refer to the iconic "I didn't know you prayed" scene, and the screenshot directly below this sentence.)

I also want to point out a large difference between Schneider and her family: Schneider's perspective on a 'god' differs so, so much from her family's.

She looks to whoever may be above, in her world, scornfully-- at least, in the present day. In her past, there is a particularly impactful line I want to debunk.

"The god there ... loves the world." Schnider's family seems to believe that god was the one guiding them, the one who will forgive them-- Schneider believed that it was a whole different entity. This kid believes that the god in Sicily, whoever they may be, does not love the world-- and mio dio, if that's not fucked up, I don't know what is.

And, when Schneider comes to America and sees that shit isn't as it's cut off to be, she's resentful of whoever this god may be. She gives a pray as her last bet-- what her family wants.

And it's not that she doesn't believe in this god-- no. She just doesn't believe they love her.

"Finally forgive me" -- Finally being the key word here. She's lived all her life never being treated to mercy or being 'forgiven for her sins' -- and at her most fragile, exposed moment, she relents to what her family has taught her. To what she truly believes-- to Sicily, to Marian, her sorella. Maybe even all 11 sorelle and her parents.

And, again, they're different at face value. Marian is calm, kind. She dresses modest and has her hair grown out: she's timid, too, not befitting of a mafia boss. She's different from her younger sister.. but she's still important. She shows us another side of Schneider: and, more importantly, she shows us what-- no, who Schneider is fighting for.

Marian provides us with extremely beneficial background context of where Schneider comes from-- and, in that process, gives many of us someone to empathize with. Yes, I too know somebody at least a little like her. You do too, likely.

Maybe, you're even like Schneider-- maybe she's someone you'd aim to protect.

,,aaand that's the little lore rant. Whew! Now to study for my math finals. I hope you have a good day :)

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sgiandubh · 1 month

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Out of the OL bubble

Sidenote: this post owes everything to the incredible sleuthing skills of an already longtime trusted friend, who wishes to remain discreet. All credit goes entirely to her - this is such an idiotic topic, yet the Ur Troll insists.

I answered one of you in the comment threads yesterday, that once you get the hell out of the OL bubble, things begin to make sense. Why? Well, because of distance and context, I suppose. And also because this always was the dirty little secret of our Dedicated Manipulative Trolls: to make you believe in a terribly poor narrative, fit for a linear world. A world without compromise, drama, secrets and lies. Collective lack of time, perspective and/or Internet research skills did the rest and gave birth to this monster: the OL Fandom.

We are now told and are supposed to believe that because Scottish Xena apparently chose on purpose (with this and only this, I could agree, but for opposite reasons) to show us she trains in a Cumbernauld gym, that means... well, you know the rest and it involves The Magic Golden Dirk. That troll was never exactly subtle, was she, bless her heart?

That mother and entrepreneur has a life of her own and an entourage of her own and business collaborations of her own and her own agenda. Some of it is shown on her Instagram account, most of it can be speculated. Connecting dots just for the sake of it is neither productive, nor remotely interesting.

Let's see, for example, how she reacts to a very insistent fellow German athlete, whom she is going to meet at the Hyrox Cologne event (13-14th of April, during the Landcon week-end):

😬😱

What is Flamingos Club? Nope, not an ikebana society, no:

Tee-hee.

They were there before, in good company, last year, when they actually first met (rings a bell?):

(April 2023, ok? I am still waiting for my own DeLorean)

Who is this guy?

Fellow athlete, HYROX Ambassador (something I bet the farm she wants to achieve) and a contestant in this year's German reality show First Dates Hotel, on VOX (https://www.vox.de/cms/sendungen/first-dates-hotel.html):

The concept is simple: a renowned German chef, Roland Trettl (no idea!) now takes his blind date cooking show to the next level, with singles from all over the country parked into a Spanish dream holiday resort (Mallorca), shake, stir and see whatever happens. The classical Endemol recipe, now produced by Twenty Twenty. It also has an UK version, running on Channel 4 (coincidence? I doubt that very much, thank you!).

On set, Max's 'love interest' is a certain Linda. He recently wrote her ' a sweet love letter', taking the good advice of his namesake cast friend Max-the-Bartender:

(I swear to God, I feel like I am prostituting my 🧠, right now).

There is obviously nothing to see, here (or is it, such as two wannabes desperately wanting limelight?). She leads the typical no strings attached life of a single mom and he is still looking for a real job:

Since VOX does not give his full name, neither will I. It took five minutes to find him, with a bit of luck.

Why on Earth would one connect that woman to S, rather than to this nice, ambitious Bavarian?

I know why. It's almost too damn easy.

Two words: Channel 4. Truman Show. Ginger and Fred (oops, these are Our Couple).

Is it anything we haven't seen before?

Nope. We've seen way worse. But gone are the Days of Flukenzie Floozy.

[Edited] - there is no need to further expose our people.

#fandom #shitshow

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cocogrrrl · 9 months

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soft launching

yn, a streamer, eases the audience into the slow reveal of their boyfriend, kyle.

kyle broflovski x streamer!gn!reader no cws all fluff 😾 wc: 1399

CinnamunHunny donated 5$!: can you say “yn has zero pull” it’s my dog’s birthday please please please it would make her the happiest dog in the world

You read the donation sent on your screen. You jokingly scoffed, rolling your eyes. This was just typical usual banter between you and your fans. Sure, sometimes they were absolutely ruthless, but you loved them despite that.

“Chat, that’s not nice! I’ll have you know that I actually have a boyfriend.” You pouted.

Immediately, the responses were polarizing. Some asked to see him, and some said that you were making him up. You laughed at a few that said he was just a figment of your imagination.

m30wm30w: i bet yn’s js gonna say that their bf is paul dano or something

“Okay, whoever just said that I’m gonna fake out and say my boyfriend is Paul Dano is wrong because it would actually be Michael Cera.” You laughed, seeing the rest of the comments flood in quickly, not even getting enough time to read a good number of them. “I do have a boyfriend, though. I promise!”

For the remainder of the stream, the chat kept on bringing up your boyfriend. Sometimes you’d tease them a bit, describing how he is but never revealing too much. Most of the time, though, you decided to ignore it in the most polite way possible.

What would your boyfriend think about you revealing his identity? Honestly, he doesn’t care. You two have talked it out long ago already. When you started dating around six months ago, you came to the conclusion to lie low.

At first, he wanted things to be kept secret, having only your friends and family know. After a while, though, when the conversation was brought up again, he noted that he didn’t mind if you mentioned him. He said you two could slowly build up to his reveal whenever the both of you are ready to do so.

And so that’s what you did.

That night, you finally broke the news to him. It was after your stream. You were snuggled up on his chest as you scrolled through Twitter, noting your name slowly trending because of the news you broke earlier.

“Babe,” you called, sitting up straight to look at him. He answered you with silence, attention was placed on you. “Finally told them about us.”

Kyle immediately knew what you meant by ‘them.’ “Yeah, you think I didn’t see it?”

“Hmm, I was debating on it.” You hummed, finding your place back on his chest again. “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be? We’ve already talked about this, and you already know I’m fine with it.” He smiled, grabbing your face by the sides and laying a swift kiss on it.

“Yeah, thanks, Kyle. I love you.” You giggled, rising once more to return the kiss.

So that’s how it went on for the next few weeks. You continued to tease the chat with the idea of your boyfriend, most of them believing you despite the numerous amount of “I’m sure he’s just a figment of your imagination.” jokes that came along the way.

That was all great until you actually confirmed his existence from the perspective of your chat one day.

You were in a Just Chatting stream, not really having the energy to do your usual act but still wanting to interact with your fans. Kyle was across the room, scrolling through his phone as you were streaming. The chat was flaming you once more since the topic of your boyfriend was brought up.

“He is real! In fact, he’s here right now.” You said, turning your head to Kyle, who looked back at you with a wave. “Babe, say ‘hi’ for me.”

“Hi, chat!” He called from across the room. “I’m YN’s partner, and I love them very much.”

“Okay, don’t flatter me too much. I might combust if you do.” You laughed, blowing him a kiss. You felt your cheeks heat up, and so you found yourself rubbing your temple to hide them.

hhhhdong: nawhhh i cant believe yn actually paid an actor to act as their bf 💀💀💀

“Chat, I did not pay an actor! I don’t have enough money to do that.”

After the stream, you and Kyle were cuddled up again. Your social battery was completely drained, so spending some time in his arms would help you recharge again.

“Your chat is ruthless, YN.” Kyle laughed, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“They’re funny, though. Besides, I’m not really hurt at all.”

You felt like this whole “build-up reveal” thing was fun. It felt like Kyle was a secret you had to yourself. In a weird way, this whole thing felt sweet and exciting to you. You knew why you kept things private, of course, but it was fun to slowly show the world how much you loved him and how proud you were to have him as your boyfriend. Granted, a bunch of the comments still just claim that Kyle’s just a life-size cardboard cutout of Michael Cera.

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“When do you think you’ll be ready to, like, show your face?” You asked, leaning onto his shoulder as he did his work.

“Well,” he sighed, sitting up to look at you. “I think I’m ready for it. I barely have a presence online.” He laughed. “The question is if you’re ready for people to peer their heads in your life even further.”

“I suppose you’re right.” You hummed. “I wanna show you off, though, Kyle. I want everyone to know that you are the most perfect person alive—and that you’re not a customized photocard of young Jack Black.”

He laughed in response, cupping your face as he gave you a peck on the nose.

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A week later, you find yourself promptly naming your stream “BF REVEAL (REAL) (NOT CLICKBAIT).” You set up your camera, tested your mic, and all that jazz as you waited for your fans to come in. Kyle was beside you the whole time you were preparing things, just barely out of the camera’s sight.

Once you turned on your camera, comments started pouring in, asking where he is. You wanted to ease them into it, ready yourself as your chat did. After a bit of banter between you and the chat, you were finally prepared to show your boyfriend.

“Okay, chat. Here’s my boyfriend, Kyle!” As soon as you said that, he came on screen and waved.

“Hello,” he greeted with a sense of meekness to it. “I am, indeed, YN’s boyfriend. I’m not being paid or forced to do this at all.” He lightheartedly joked.

“Oh, my god. Not you too.” You laughed. “But yes! This is Kyle. We’ve been together for about eight months.” You had the biggest grin on your face as you talked to and about him, rocking back and forth in your seat as if you weren’t able to contain your happiness.

You got mixed reactions, some driving the “He’s being held hostage” joke to home, but mostly comments invested in your relationship. For the former, you two just made a silent understanding to just skim through those, ignoring most of them.

“So how are you liking them so far?” You whispered in his ear, bringing your mic farther away from you two.

“Overwhelming, but definitely fun.” He murmured back.

“Yeah, that’s what you said to Stan after our first date, right?” You laughed, your voice a little louder now but still mostly indiscernible to your viewers.

“My god,” he rolled his eyes, moving his hand to your scalp to mess it up.

“You aren’t denying it, though!” Your voice was now booming, your audience could definitely hear you now.

“I’m not confirming or denying anything!” He laughed.

“Uhuh,” you sarcastically replied, nodding as you leaned into him briefly to give him a kiss on the lips. “Totally.”

Your chat was now exploding.

mattstonestoes: PDA WTF

csvismz: theyre so cute i 🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶

gorrilass: get that shit away from me

ppp0ppy: this is not for the eyes of god!!!!!!

lkkopi: MICHAEL CERA NO I THOUGHT YOU WERE MARRIED

rosesandlavenders: WAHHHH 💗💗💗💗

dennysofficial: MY OTP ☹️☹️

You shared a laugh with Kyle, reading the comments. This went better than you would’ve expected. Despite everything, you were just glad that you could finally go public and show the world your wonderful boyfriend.

#cocogrrrl's writing #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x you #kyle x reader

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itsbuckytm · 2 years

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Promises | Ben Hargreeves

Summary : In which to Ben’s regret, admits to have broken a promise to the reader. A promise unknown, but possible to be healed.

Enjoy!! 🤍

Ben missed you. How laughable he wanted to admit it. He made it sure that his feelings were kept silence wether his siblings liked it or not. Throughout his spare time when he could, sat down near his desk to draw. No one truly knew why it became a routine of his, but one thing for sure is that whenever the clock hit 2pm, if anyone passed Ben’s room could found him sitting mindfully drawing as the time passed. And if you were able to get a glimpse, sneak even the face of yours has been drawn multiple of times without no explanation as to why. And if some normal strangers would to see that, were to describe this habit of a strange one.

But it wasn’t. For Ben of course. How he with delicacy and with skilled drew the lines that shaped your face. Out of habit he wanted to stroke the page that welcomed the beautiful face he once knew. Not that he had the urge but something inside of him kept him from doing so. He knew that when the Umbrellas were to found out about the Ben they once knew. He knew that getting the Y/N he once loved could become a challenge. An awful one.

Luther and Sloane’s wedding happened and to everyone’s surprised got invited. Including yourself who despite with a passion social gatherings. As the wedding venue went on, you barely touch your drink knowing that sparing the same room as Ben has gotten you so on edge that it would require someone to intervene.

“You know, Diego told me about you two’s history but I did not believe it could be that cringe.” Lila’s teasings weren’t helping a god damn bit. You looked at her with a sarcastic look pretending to smile in return only for the both of you to laugh in union. In some other perspective you wanted to learn how Lila was able to get such personal information out of Diego, and yet you decided to not as you regained your energy on Ben.

Ben watched over your table. Hearing the laugh of yours that sounded like pure melody through his ears, almost made him sick to the stomach. He may have a few couple of drinks in his system to forget about you already and yet the sound of your voice kept him oddly awake. He noticed you kept the necklace of him, and with care your fingers intertwined with the habit of yours he knew a little too well. A smile crept beneath his features just before Klaus notices and join him by his side.

“Glad you haven’t forgotten about her.” He nudges slightly only for an irritated Ben to silently ignore the facts by taking a sip from his drink. “Well she haven’t that for sure.” Only if he had the guts to go and talk to you. But the pressure into telling himself that all the pain and solitude you had endured while being seperated killed him more than he thought. “What if, what if, I make another promise just to make her feel more pain?”

Klaus wasn’t the best at comforting nor truly give the best advice. However, he was the listener everyone needed. If one had to confess, rant or speak without being judge Klaus was the picker. And yet, seeing his Ben so vulnerable and knowing his feelings for you he had to intervene the best and subtle way possible. “Dad might do a speech in a few seconds, go to her when you can. I bet Lila is dying to be on Diego’s arms.”

It was true. So stupid and so smart at the same time, that even Ben when he glanced one more time to your direction, saw Lila getting off her own seat with disbeliefed. Whispering god knows what she said to you and for you to react in such way. Pink cheeks and with an awful mannerism trying to hide it.

While Reginald approached to give his speech on the matter of Luther’s wedding and the current events. Ben took the matter in his own hands and with a drink in hand walked to your direction, not so long before you notice his presence. “Stay calm, Y/N. It’s just him.” Murmuring slightly in hope him not to hear, you offered him a seat. Just as he was about to sat down, leaned closer to whisper a “You look ravishing.” knowing how it would make you to react he smiles confidently. How he loved seeing you all shy and innocent right before his eyes.

As you thanked him in returned, the speech bored the family to death and once over Five offered himself as the musician for the rest of the night. You and Ben sat afar from the scene until he held out his hand in offer for a dance. Hesitating to do so, you glance to your right with Lila nodding. Knowing it was only the first and probably the last time before anything else could ever happen. You were not going to loose him ever again. And so, you accepted, with a soft smile and let him lead the way.

The night went on swingley well. You and the others took a break from dancing. Reuniting with Luther and Sloane had everyone else remain a little bit of peace for one night. Ben however, had left the place to join Klaus on a little spree. Enjoying the night you decided not to cause any trouble and waited for him to come back, which he did.

So drunk and yet so adorable as you watched him walked toward the group. “I am sorry Y/N. I forgot how bad Ben’s tolerance is with alcohol. I am leaving him to you and that’s my cue to leave.” Klaus’s so unpredictable way of saying he’ll left got you to think he knew more about Ben and you than anyone else in the room. Heck, Five was more confused than you for a little.

While everyone left, you were left with a drunk Ben. By lifting him poorly you tried to keep a balance in order to properly lift his body. With failure you both soon enough fall by the crumbled plastic bottles poorly thrown in the floor. Ben conscious went back to reality soon as he notices his body weight on top of yours. Gulping nervously you tried to loosen yourself from his grip. “I-I think.. I am stuck.”

“You think?” The gridy Ben came back but this time with a little bit of ease in the tone of his voice. Almost as if he was holding his chuckles back when he saw your cheeks turning into a light shade of pink. You on the other resist the best you could’ve especially in front of Ben who was gladly enjoying the time of his life. Until you resist his tactic. “Come on, speak. Before I kick your stomach.”

Somehow, Ben loved watching you desperately and with an awful confidence of yours to defend yourself. He knew you weren’t the greatest at it and that was one thing he loved about you. Having to protect you, let you curl up in his arm as he wraps your body in his warmth. “Someone cut up your tongue?” It was the alcohol talking. And oh how much you regretted saying such things.

“Well, with that beauty of yours who wouldn’t?” That damn bastard. He knew how to play with words. He proudly smirks. Suddenly the tone in his voice soften, almost becoming a little too serious. “All jokes aside, you know how much I’ve been holding back.”

You knew what he meant. The drawings, the memories, the necklace. Everything. It was so simple that even a five years old could solve the puzzle of your souvenirs. Such souvenirs and promises so painful they were hard to forget. “You lied to me…” And it was true, Ben couldn’t deny these facts. A look of regret and trauma that kept him for years so imprisoned that he even almost lost all hope knowing he wouldn’t find you anymore.

“I know.. And it pains me everyday when I couldn’t reach to you. How much I deserve all the hate you gave me these past days. You can even hate-”

“How can I hate you? The person I loved, cared even. I know I have endured the consequences myself and I should’ve known. Allison told me, warned me and I was so oblivious by it. However, seeing you here, alive and well… is what mattered to me most.”

Ben left no words to speak in return. Your words were enough to prove him how much stronger your bond were for one another. How deeply your feelings and his were for one another. His fingers caressing your cheek, eyes never leaving you out of his sight as he leaned to feel his lips being brushed against yours for a kiss to never let go.

#imagines #ben x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves #tua ben #tua diego #tua luther #tua x y/n #tua allison #tua viktor #tua lila #tua imagine #tua x you #tua x reader #luther x sloane #reginald hargreeves

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falconcoast · 1 year

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finals week | various genshin x reader

ft. al-haitham, childe, zhongli

your boyfriend helps you during finals week.

a/n: laugh out loud for my ap psych exam next week wooooooooo

warnings; none.

al-haitham;

your boyfriend is very smart. you know this, the akademiya knows this, the scholars know this--everyone knows that he’s a bona fide genius in his field and beyond.

however, a consequence of his being so bright is that he’s a relentless tutor, which is why you’re sitting in your study, studying your ass off for your final exam before matriculation.

“define altruism,” he states, casually leaning in a chair across from you. several pens and papers are strewn about the room. your computer monitor blinks blankly, long abandoned. you drum your fingers on the table, and he raises an eyebrow. instantly, he reads your mind. “the vahumana perspective, to be specific.”

he makes a hand motion for you to be quicker about it. you straighten your back. “selfless care for others, especially when in danger. there are multiple theories as to why people are altruistic. some believe it’s solely the environment, others believe that it depends on pre-disposition, or that it is learned behavior.”

“good,” he places the flashcard down. “two more to go. give me an example of a social script.”

you pause, attempting to think before you speak. “social scripts are guides that people follow to approach social situations.”

he clicks his tongue. “not an example.”

“shit!”

“language,” he chides.

you sit and think, leg bouncing up and down. he raises an eyebrow, waiting for a response. suddenly, you have insight. “when you and i go on a date, we follow a social script. we wait to be seated, we call over our waiter, and we tend to leave a good tip at the end of our meal. we aren’t told to do those things, but because we’ve watched other people do so, we act the same way.”

“very well done. i’ll have to reward you on a date after this,” he smiles, before focusing his attention once again. “alright, final one for the night. people tend to fall in young adulthood. explain why this could be, based on the vahumana’s perspective on interpersonal attraction.”

“sentimental, are we? i didn’t know you were a sap,” you tease, but then you shake your head. biting your lip, you lean back in your chair as you think.

“first, many people attend secondary and post-secondary institutions. often, like at the akademiya, undergraduates leave their homes and stay on campus. that change puts the same people together all the time, or in close proximity. close proximity results in the mere-exposure effect, which is when people tend to like someone by just being near them.

“second, even if people don’t attend universities, people tend to truly get settled in their identity during young adulthood. there, we tend to hang out with people who are like us. for example, you and i met because we had the shared identity of scholars at the akademiya.

“third, according to some perspectives under the vahumana branch, some would say that the overarching issue that young adults face is the decision for intimacy or isolation. in this stage of life, people recognize the importance of intimate relationships, especially romantic ones. thus, they fall in love.”

“wonderfully put,” al-haitham sets down the card, and picks up your hand, kissing the back of it. “you did excellently, my dear.”

“i sure hope so. we went at it for three hours straight,” you roll your eyes playfully. “archons, you’re a ruthless tutor.”

“you’ll thank me later when you have high marks on your exam.”

childe;

“why did i study sports medicine?!” you exclaim as you flop your head down on the living room coffee table. your boyfriend peeks his head in, freshly showered after a workout.

“what’s up?” he asks, oblivious to the mess of papers on the living room floor.

“i hate finals. this will be the death of me.”

“yeah, i’m glad i never chose to go into any of those fields,” he remarks, to which you groan.

“i bet a business major like you would never have to figure out the difference between isotonic and isometric exercises,” you roll your eyes, before focusing on your laptop again. “plus, you play sports for the university, and you’re definitely gonna play professionally after this whole thing! gah, you have it so easy, childe.”

there’s silence as he watches you return to your work. engrossed in highlighting a little more, you haphazardly take notes for review. when he doesn’t leave after a moment or two, you twist yourself to look back at him. “did you need something or are you gonna just watch me study?”

“you need a break,” he declares. he strides over to you, pulling you off of the couch.

surprised, your brows furrow. “hey, i really need to--”

without a chance to finish your sentence, your boyfriend smacks you in the face with a pillow. the cushion falls flat off your face, revealing your gaping mouth and shocked expression. as if on instinct, you pick it up and volley it back towards him.

an exchange of pillows takes place in your living room. fuzz and feathers fly about the room as you toss them around. childe is all grins, sliding around in his socks and never once relenting in the pillow fight.

eventually, you both collapse on the ground, chests heaving. your notes and pens are knocked off the table, but you couldn’t care less. childe is beside you, equally exhausted. with a deep breath in, you look over at him.

“thank you, sweetheart. i needed that,” you say, kissing him on the cheek.

“anytime, my love,” he reassures, before smacking you with a pillow again.

zhongli;

it’s an ungodly hour, but your liyuean literature exam is more important than sleep.

you blink blearily at your computer screen, writing a few more notes on the records of the gallant. your back is slouched as you take a bright yellow highlighter and run it over the sloppily printed ink. after a moment, you take another look at it, only to find it unreadable. groaning, you run a hand over your face and sink into the back of the dining room table.

“evening, love,” your boyfriend greets you with a soft smile and hands behind his back. he stands tall, casting a shadow over your disarray of notes.

“you’re a sight for sore eyes,” you murmur, briefly acknowledging him before returning to your work. after this last test, you’ll be able to go on another nice date with your boyfriend. momentarily, it sends a surge of motivation through you as you thumb through the book.

“i know you’re busy, and you won’t come to bed even if i ask you nicely,” he says gently, but you’re only half listening. “but, right now, i must make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

raising your eyebrow, you look at him confusedly. “that’s really sweet, dear, but i’m doing alright, really.”

he looks at you with a deadpan expression before casting a glance at your several mugs of coffee scattered across the dining room table, wrinkled clothes, and disheveled hair. “as you say it is,” he quips sarcastically. “you must eat, my love. then, you can go back to studying.”

he moves his arms in front of himself, revealing a bowl of slow-cooked bamboo soup. your mouth waters instantly and your heart softens at the sweet gesture. suddenly, you snap out of it. “a-ah, i can’t. i have to stay focused…” you murmured, turning your head.

zhongli walks over with the bowl of soup, and the scent is heavenly. placing it in front of you, he pats your head and kisses your cheek. “you will not be able to handle your all-nighter without some food.”

“sweetheart…” you trail off.

“darling,” he responds curtly, not backing down.

reluctantly, you take the spoon into your mouth and eat. it re-energizes you quickly, and you quickly gulp it down. your boyfriend only chuckles, sitting across from you as you replenish yourself.

after demolishing the meal, you look up at him with tender eyes. “i owe you one. sorry for being stubborn.”

“no worries, love. your stubbornness is what will give you a perfect score on this test. although, if you’re willing to have my soup, maybe you’d be willing to go to bed…”

“not a chance.”

#alhaitham x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin impact imagines

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bontenholly · 2 months

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-an excerpt from inui's perspective-

synopsis: koko & inui meet for the first time in twelve years during the bonten timeline.

word count: 1.8k

note: all angst. & this is my first time writing a fanfic. <3

This is where he asked to meet me. I knew I couldn’t go to him. From everything I’d heard on the news, by word of mouth of the local business owners. I didn’t need him to explain it to me. It was after hours at the bike shop, and my heart was racing as I sat on the floor, back against the counter. There’s no way I could stand up with the way I felt so faint. I could call it off, could leave before I let the anxiety overtake me…

But it was already too late. The side door opened, and I knew it was him by the clacking of his heeled strappy sandals against the lacquered wood floor. I bet the Bonten lobby had marble tile sprawling over the expanse of their floors. I gazed up at him, quiet.

He wore a crimson velvet ensemble — flowy wide leg pants and a high neck coat that draped over him and fell in a straight silhouette. There was careful gold embroidery along the edges of his coat and at the hem of his pants. It matched with the gold of his delicate tennis bracelet and the earring exposed by his undercut. That was the same dyed white hair and the same tattoo on the side of his head that I’d seen when he appeared on the news, blurry and nearly unidentifiable in the footage.

But I could identify him.

I’d never met him with this new look, but I’d always know him. I’d know him in any light. I’d know him in all the darkness. I’d know him in any and every lifetime. That’s just the nature of these things, isn’t it?

He took in my gaze, not letting any expression escape him. I think he understood that I wasn’t gonna stand to greet him. I looked at him with almost pleading eyes, telling him without telling him to just sit beside me. And he did.

“For how long?” I started. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I wanted to ask. But my thoughts were moving too fast, and that was all I could bring myself to say.

“What do you mean?” He asked, moving his silken white hair to one side. It cascaded over his shoulder, soft and shining pearlescent in the moonlight streaming in through the square windows. I could tell he took great care of his appearance.

“You know…” I said, “You’re the one who asked to meet up, right? To talk about it?”

“Well… Yeah…”

“So?” I went on. I didn’t know how and when I got the courage to ask. “How long were you keeping tabs on me? Having people follow me and—”

I trailed off. It was only recently that I caught on to the private investigators and what was essentially a personal bodyguard.

“So straight to it, huh?” He said evenly. “The whole time.”

“The whole… twelve years…?”

I didn’t know if I should have been upset about it, but this wasn’t the time to contemplate that. It also wasn’t the time to contemplate why I felt flattered at the thought when…

“Since the day I told you my life would be different,” he went on, “and I told you I’d have to leave you… You remember.”

That wasn’t a question. He said that like it was a fact. And it was. It killed me that he still knew me enough to know that moment is branded into my memory.

“Yeah… I do…”

“I didn’t want to leave you… believe me, that’s the last thing I wanted… At least I looked for ways to… protect you.”

He didn’t look at me. He toyed with his tennis bracelet, nervous. Even in the dimness the rose-cut diamonds shone clearly.

“Protect me,” I repeated, mostly to myself, “from what? This doesn’t make any sense—”

“Bonten isn’t something to take lightly,” he explained. He sounded serious, firm. “The path I chose to follow Mikey is — it’s dangerous.”

That much I already knew. It was all over headlines. Everyone knew the elusive Manjiro Sano, Mikey. Top gang lord, untraceable by all manner of cybersecurity and total rule over his subordinates. It was kept on the down low, but everyone knew. There was the unspoken tax over all the businesses in their gang’s territory. Everyone was too afraid to do anything about it. They knew the violence and worse things Bonten was capable of. The bike shop was safe, as I knew I was under special protection. But otherwise you couldn’t be caught mentioning Bonten around here.

If you were smart you’d keep that name out of your damn mouth, they’d all say.

So in part, I understood.

“Okay?” I still said. “So why would I be in danger if I wasn’t involved?”

“That’s the whole point,” he said. “You weren’t in danger because I didn’t involve you.”

“Oh…” was all I could say. Because it made sense, logically. But there was something else still bothering me. Because logic wasn’t enough to justify what happened with us, wasn’t enough to justify the hurt. I wouldn’t be satisfied by any justification because those twelve years apart… they should’t have happened.

“If you were in my life… If anyone knew you mattered to me,” he hesitated, not wanting to say what I already knew, “they could have used it against me. They could have…”

Hurt Me? Killed me? Kidnapped me?

“They could have…” was all I said, but we were both thinking the same thing.

“I couldn’t let anything happen to you…”

I already knew all that, but I would have taken that risk if it meant we could be together. And he could have done everything to protect me, right? But I knew he’d never go for that. He did what he thought was right.

“So from the beginning,” I started, “if the choice was between a life with me or Bonten… why did you choose Bonten? You could have gotten out of all the gang shit while it was still early. Because if I was more important to you, then—”

“It was never a choice.” He rolled his eyes, cut me off quickly. “It’s never a choice with you, dumbass.” He caught my gaze once again, smiled like the way he used to tease me, and for a moment I felt a tenderness through all the hurt.

“Then why…?”

I spoke softly to hide the pain behind my words.

“Mikey was different… Back then, I mean.” And he got serious again. Too soon.

“After Izana?” I remembered the way he grieved.

“Yeah… I guess he wanted to honor his legacy the only way he knew how. I think he couldn’t lose the last thing tying him to Izana. Couldn’t bear to lose him completely, you know?”

“Yeah… I wonder why Mikey felt such a close connection to him.”

“It’s… complicated. I think they shared the same pain only they could understand, but it’s not my place to say.”

“So you followed Mikey,” I tried to understand, “because you felt sorry for him? Or you felt obligated to him?”

“I didn’t feel obligated,” he clarified. “I was obligated.”

“Oh?”

“Like I said,” he went on, “Mikey was different. Said he needed me. That it was less to do with the money and more to do with the fact that I used to answer to Izana. Said I was to be Bonten’s financial advisor. That if I refused, I’d rather like to die. And I believed him too…”

“I don’t doubt that he would kill you…”

“So I joined… and did everything I could to keep you away from what I got involved in.”

He stared at the ground, pensive. Eyebrows furrowed. I could tell he was remembering all matter of things he went through in all his time with Bonten. Things I couldn’t begin to imagine.

“But why didn’t you just tell me what was going on?” I pressed, and he snapped out of it.

“It’s not that simple—”

“An explanation would have been nice—”

“I thought I could find my way back to you.”

“Yeah, after twelve years…”

“But by the time I thought we could be back together, I was already in too deep—”

“And I waited, and waited until—”

“By then I couldn’t be let out of Bonten anymore—”

“You don’t know the sleepless nights I had, wondering where you were, wondering if something bad had happened to you—”

“I couldn’t go back to normal. This isn’t a lifestyle you can just be blessed out of after—”

“And I thought you just dropped me like I was nothing!” This time I raised my voice, desperate, and he stopped cutting me off. “I thought I’d never hear from you again… I didn’t know about the way you tried to keep me under your protection. You made me believe that you had just forgotten about me… that you could forget about me…”

I blinked a lot, trying to hide the tears that were starting.

“How could I…?” His voice went soft. He leaned closer into me, by now his shoulder was against mine. “I thought of you all this time…”

Such a simple thing as that made it hard for me to breathe. I longed to be this close to him from the start. Closer, even. Longed to hear those words for years…

By now he was looking at me. Not just like I was the only thing in the room, but like I was the only thing he wanted, needed to see. He had a soft, half-lidded gaze about him, and I was starting to understand that I wasn’t the only one who was still infatuated between us. I don’t think there was any remedy for our feelings for each other.

Everyone else could see it, the way we were always meant to be together. And yet… And yet after all these years, here we were. Still trying to sort our shit out to try and be together. Because for some reason we made it harder than it had to be.

“So why…” I asked again, even after all the answers, because it would never make sense to me why we couldn’t just be together. “Why did you… do this…?”

“I didn’t want to…” He kept his eyes locked on mine.

“It didn’t have to be this way…” I nearly whispered.

“It shouldn’t have…”

“And now…”

“And now…?”

“What are we… supposed to do now…? After everything?”

“Start again?”

I knew behind everything he didn’t say, there was so much more he wanted. As if he saw the chance now to make up for the past twelve years, and keep making up for it as long as he lived.

And maybe he might. Maybe it wasn’t too late for us. Maybe those past twelve years could stay dead and now could be enough for us. If this is what it took for us to be together…

“I think… maybe…”

“I want to.”

I paused.

“So does this mean…?”

“I’m sticking with you, obviously.”

He rested his head on my shoulder, and I let him, waiting for him to finally tell me exactly what I needed to hear.

Just say the word, Koko...

"I promised, remember?"

#holly's bonten au!#bonten #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #kokonoi hajime #inui seishu #koko x inupi #koko x inui #inui #kokonoi

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castleclerics · 2 years

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byler have already been romantically involved theory

(or kissed or had little moments but regardless they’re both too scared to speak of it again)

gonna be adding on to my headcannon about mike and will kissing before but the audience not knowing yet which i’m starting to think could be possible.

let’s start with the rain fight scene

one of the first times i ever watched it (a few days after s3 for ref) i literally thought some lines implied that they’ve had a thing before/kissed. and this was only when i knew will was gay i never even considered him liking mike at this point or them ever being together which is super interesting. so, going off my very first instinct of this scene i’m gonna break it down.

first off watching this scene with this perspective in mind kind of makes so much sense it feels like everything falls into place. also realizing this is just another part of their miscommunication trope.

“—so you can swap spit with some stupid girl?”

will thought they were on the same page in their relationship which is why he’s so confused as to why mike wants to do nothing but makeout with el all the time. he thought they were in this together even if they unofficially were together romantically.

“it’s not my fault you don’t like girls”

mike basically saying “it’s not my fault you didn’t move on from that one time we kissed. i moved on you were supposed to too, i’m not actually gay that was me just experimenting i’m not actually gay like you, you got the wrong idea” his insecurities are showing, he’s trying to keep on a normal not gay path, (even though we all know he’s never stopped liking will) probably because him being vulnerable with will before freaked him out because he realized his feelings for him we’re all too real.

will’s face captures a huge range of emotions but i do remember thinking there was an element of disbelief. especially in terms that he couldn’t believe mike was leaving him alone in all of this and that now he has to go through his queerness and love for his friend alone, when mike possibly told him otherwise.

“but we’re not kids anymore”

possibly implying that them kissing or showing their feelings for one another was just a “kid thing” and now since they’re growing up more will should be on the same page as him.

“i mean what did you think really? that we were never gonna get girlfriends? that we were just gonna sit in my basement and play games for the rest of our lives?”

who wants to bet mike and will agreed at some point that this would be their life together, hence why it’s talked about so much in the show. but now mike is backtracking. and that’s why will goes “yeah, i guess i did. i really did.” as in “i did because you’re the one who TOLD me this is how it would be for us” especially with his passive aggressive facial expression which completely explains why he would make that face and why the delivery of that line implied they’ve discussed before that this is what they both wanted, or something along those lines. it honestly doesn’t make much sense if it’s not because of this. also damn this has strong brokeback vibes. like they literally reflect the character’s struggles i’m convinced they definitely got inspo from this scene https://youtu.be/KVK6yLqY54w

youtube

like i said in my headcanon, the roller rink argument is also really telling. from the panic in mike’s voice and face when he says “what” to will straight up asking what they are to mike’s “we’re friends! we’re friends.” again, mike being like “god stop getting the wrong idea also stop digging so deep i’m trying to appear straight and you’re ruining it for me.”

now let’s look at their POVS in s4 quickly:

the first couple times mike talks about el to will it seems pretty normal but after that it’s almost like he’s testing the waters, to see will’s reaction, trying to gage if will feels anything for him at all anymore especially after their fights even though they made up. and since will keeps pushing for mike to be with el he’s convinced he has nothing there for him anymore.

will thinks he has a chance of something more being there between them again when he grabs the painting because they literally just flirted, but will slowly realizes over the roadtrip that mike is still hung up on el. that’s why he was selfless because he for the final time gets confirmation that mike doesn’t have any feelings whatsoever for him anymore. maybe that’s why it’s extra painful because they we’re so close to actually being together at one point but now will thinks he’s just lost that forever.

here’s when they flirt for ref. also just wanna say the way mike says and emphasizes “best friends” sounds like he’s implying something more lmao. also i’ve always thought it was interesting how they both are literally comfortable with flirting with each other and now i’m realizing if i’m right about this theory it’s because they’ve done it before. it’s like they’re used to it. we as an audience just don’t know that yet.

so, with all this in mind, what if when they actually confess it’s less of a “i’ve loved you this whole time” and more of a “i never stopped loving you.” LIKEEE

it also just feels like we’re purposefully left out of the loop of something more happening between them like if you watch all their scenes with that perspective it feels extremely plausible.

feel free to add onto this i’m curious if any of you can catch anything else i haven’t said i’ve been theorizing about other stuff for days on end my brain is mush at this point 😭😭 this is also one of my less srs theories and i haven’t checked for holes either bc honestly i cannot be bothered to think anymore about this theory but still !!

#byler #byler theory #byler analysis #byler endgame #will byers #byler evidence #jay theories

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nazukisser · 2 years

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➺✧ ┅ CHAPTER 02 | MAY I?

SYNOPSIS | “Duke, will you marry me?” You never thought you’d be saying these words until now, when you’ve realized you’ve been reincarnated as the first side character to be killed in a series of tragedies in a novel series called “Trails of Misfortune & Misery”. As a lady forced into an arranged marriage with the greedy son of Duke Drakos who aims to use your power as a sorceress to gain the Emperor’s favor and is eventually is killed as a sacrifice for his schemes, it seems the only one who can truly assist you is the Duke of Suou, Tsukasa Suou.

CHAPTER WARNINGS | mentions of/implications of: arranged marriage, abusive relationship, double standards for genders

PAIRING | Suou Tsukasa x fem!reader

LINKS | series masterlist | taglist form | prev chapter

You looked at him, and he looked at you. “Duke, will you marry me?” you’d just said. He blinked, again and again, clearly confused. Well, perhaps it wasn’t so straightforward; after all, you were known as the fiancee of Erebus, and being proposed to by someone who was already engaged was something that was not common at all, even with how crazy the nobles could be. Even so, your reputation detailed of someone who wouldn’t leave Erebus’s side without a reason everyone could see, and even Tsukasa couldn’t come up with any reason that this could happen.

“Uhm…” he looked away, conflicted. You looked at him; perhaps he needed more time to answer? It was better that you got the answer sooner, but as long as it happened before Erebus forcibly announced your marriage to the public, there shouldn’t be many issues- though, you didn’t know when it would ever be.

You needed something to convince him that it was worth it to go through the pain of making Erebus an enemy. It was known that Tsukasa wished nothing more than to bring honor to his house and continue the traditions of Suou through being the Duke. He’d never pursued the title of Crown Prince, but since he was of royal lineage, he had no choice but to be considered for the role. Enemies were nothing but a hindrance, something that couldn’t be helped, but it was easy to guess that he wanted to minimize the amount of enemies he had. Although House Drakos and House Suou were considered rivals, House Drakos had no reason to attack House Suou in any way; if they did, they’d be branded as “evil” for interfering with the “competition” for the throne. However, if you were “taken” from them by Duke Suou, it would give them ample reason to attack- their businesses, honor and integrity, anything- under the guise of “protecting your image” and “taking you back to where you belong”.

Even then, if you’d told him about what your situation really was, would he necessarily believe you? To anyone, it’d be an outlandish fantasy, but as the fiance of one of the only two Dukes in the entire empire, it would be strange to go to such lengths simply to defile the Drakos name in such a manner. There were other, more sensible and less ridiculous ways to go about it. It would certainly be of intrigue, but in the case he didn’t believe you, it was a big liability. It does add up, from your perspective, but from other perspectives- as of how you were reincarnated, why you in particular were reincarnated, instead of anyone else into this body, instead of any other body- they were all up in the air.

You were betting on your sorcerer abilities and information of the future- the future tragedies that were about to occur. It was all told from the novel’s original main character’s point of view- Mairi’s point of view- which had holes in perspective and view of the big picture. After all, the main focus was always her emotions and thoughts, detailing how every little thing affected poor Mairi. You didn’t really have to tell him where you got your information, although that would affect his trust in you, but he didn’t have to fully trust you yet. All he needed was to feel that he had to keep you around to be useful later.

“If I’m not mistaken, you are Lord Erebus’s fiancee, correct?” he asked. It seemed he was confused, as to why you were asking this of him. You replied with a confirmation of yes, you were indeed Lord Erebus’s fiancee. However, what you came for was a marriage at the surface, but in the heart of it, it was simply a deal between you and him. What was in it for him was that he gained your sorcerer abilities, and what was in it for you was that you gained his protection. Seeing as it was a good deal for him, it wouldn’t be too far-fetched if he at least heavily considered it.

You phrased it like this: it was a deal, which simply involved engagement. In fact, as long as you were engaged, it was almost the same thing as being married, without the extra expense and effort of holding a wedding (although holding such an event wouldn’t be an issue for a Duchy such as Suou). He would offer protection against the Drakos Duchy and others who wished to use you as such, and you would assist in great endeavors to bring honor to House Suou. Even when you said it like that, he was hesitant. He seemed to greatly consider it, but by the look in his eyes, it was almost like a look of longing to something so great, so near, yet so untouchable. What could make you so untouchable?

There was only one answer: he felt that it wasn’t right to take someone who wasn’t “his person”. You were “House Drakos’ person”, not “House Suou’s person”. You weren’t within his domain, and he’d have to spend that effort, that risk of making such an enemy of Drakos. You’d thought your offer was highly attractive, but perhaps that wasn’t the case. Perhaps peace with Drakos was a high priority, after all- or perhaps, he just needed a reason to convince the public that he was doing the right thing. After all, it was about perception. It was about perception- if only you could reveal Erebus’s unsightly behavior to the public, their perception about him would change. It would flip everything. Then, you would propose this-

“Duke Suou, the Emperor has invited you to have an audience with him,” one of the staff, presumably one of the Emperor’s people, came behind you. You hadn’t heard his footsteps as he approached, but Tsukasa was hardly surprised. Either he’d expected him or had seen him make his way there to meet the Duke, or perhaps it was both.

He turned, on his way to meet the Emperor, you presumed, but hardly a couple of seconds had passed before he had turned around and offered his hand, “Well, it wouldn’t sit right with me if I simply left you here. Would you allow me to escort you back to the ballroom?”

His offer was surprising; even though he was summoned by the Emperor, he still cared to escort you back there. It wasn’t as if you could escort yourself back to the ballroom, but it was still nice that he offered. You took it; after all, how could you refuse him? It was so sweet that he offered, plus if others saw him escorting you inside, the nobles who saw would certainly start forming theories of relations with Duke Suou. It was beneficial to you, and perhaps you could get a reaction out of Erebus. Now, that would be wonderful.

The walk back was quiet, but it was strangely comfortable. You were left to your thoughts, as well as him. You would’ve loved to keep talking to him, and hopefully he as well, but there was one factor keeping the conversation from happening: the staff sent by the Emperor was escorting the two of you, perhaps- or really, keeping you company before bringing Tsukasa over to the Emperor for an audience. Once you realized this, you gave him a look- what if he had heard your conversation? He would surely tell the Emperor about it if asked- but to your surprise, he was relaxed, with a reassuring smile on his lips that told you “No, it’s alright. He’s trustworthy.” without a single word. It was relieving, though perhaps a little exciting that you could understand his signals like that. You didn’t know how, but you simply did. There were no words for the rest of it, the clicks of shoes and the sounds of the crowd and the music in the ballroom filled the air instead.

As the three of you arrived into the ballroom, you caught sight of Erebus, a face of disdain upon his expression. He looked straight at you, and it was easy to tell what he was thinking: he was angry, frustrated, upset- he’d most likely been looking for you. After all, you were officially his partner to this party, and when everyone knew that and didn’t see you with him, they must’ve looked at him and asked “Where’s your fiancée? Is she alright?” It was a question to answer, when he simply didn’t know. You were supposed to meet him as soon as you had arrived, but that had never happened, as you met with Tsukasa instead. It was something to wonder about, how he had responded to them. It would’ve been interesting to see, and Callie would’ve even paid to see it- that said something about it. Most of the guests were talking in their own circles at the time, but those who did see Erebus’s expression would’ve been worried for you. He couldn’t control his emotions well, and a good look made it incredibly clear that he saw you as an inconvenience, rather than being worried about your safety.

When you looked back at Tsukasa, there was a look on his face that you hadn’t seen before. In fact, it was almost out of character, as far as society knew. He looked almost appalled, perhaps for such a righteous man, Erebus’s behavior was simply unacceptable. It was a wonder that Erebus hadn’t been caught before then, or maybe perhaps Tsukasa simply hadn’t paid attention to him- perhaps it was both. You looked at him, not with the same request for help or answers as before, but with a look of “I can take care of this.” He trusted this with a sigh and resigned his worries to his trust in you, or rather your abilities.

“It was a pleasure to spend this evening with you. May our fates cross paths again in the near future,” he gave you a look that said “Is this alright?”, and with a small nod from you, hopefully unnoticeable, he gently took your hand and brought it up to his lips. It was something even Erebus had never done for the original owner of your body, even though it was common for a nobleman who was looking to court a woman to do so for her. Perhaps this interaction was the seal to your deal- unofficially, of course.

As soon as Tsukasa had left to head to his meeting with the Emperor, a “tch” from Erebus took your attention. His hand had gripped your arm. It hurt; he gripped it as tightly as he would his sword in a duel. It wasn’t any way to treat anyone, grabbing someone so hard that it would likely leave a bruise. He was losing it, ever since the time he had visited unannounced that time. Who knew it was so easy to break him? Perhaps it was easier to break him than expected- and soon enough, the nobility would know- and it was wonderful that they didn’t stand something like this, out of all the odd things they couldn’t stand.

He led you out of sight of as many people as he could, a short distance to the balcony. He released you as soon as the two of you were alone, forcibly retracting his hand as if he didn’t even want to touch you.

“What were you even thinking? I knew you’d gone crazy, looking for that guy-” he tried not to yell. If he did, he’d gain too much attention for the wrong things- and he knew that. But it wasn’t you who had gone crazy. What you’d done was bold, for sure, but nothing crazy, nothing out of the ballpark, nothing immoral. At least you didn’t see him as a tool to be used and rather as a villain, an enemy- and that was infinitely better than being objectified. Though you at least treated him like a human, he was a despicable one at that.

He was done, he was done, he was done. You wanted to punch him, but you knew that it wouldn’t go well for you if you did. He was the crazy one, you told him. You didn’t want to raise your voice, as that would attract attention- but even so, it was hard not to get angry. Although, when the whispers started to circle and some began to stare, it was much easier to keep it quiet- a whisper was better, even.

He went on and on about Tsukasa, and the audacity of this guy was astonishing. If you’d been watching on a TV screen, it would be easy to think, “Wow! That guy’s logic is amazing! It makes absolutely no sense!” and clap and laugh about it. But with him right in front of you, it was a different story. It was your arm that he tightly clenched- it was you that he had the full power to punch, to throw off the balcony, even. If only you could get out.

Meetings with the Emperor at parties like this didn’t last long, and after talking with Tsukasa, the Emperor often appeared at the ball for the festivities to actually commence. The minutes went by slowly, as you waited for the ballroom to quiet down and for the Emperor to enter, and then, all eyes will be on Erebus- you as well, especially because of how closely he tied you to him.

One of the Emperor’s people came to get Erebus, greeting the two of you with a slight bow and a short apology for the interruption. You showed him a clear sign of relief of his presence, which Erebus noticed (and you could tell that he was getting increasingly pissed.) You waved him goodbye and wished him luck in the same exact words the original owner would say to him, as if to say “you are the only one who had changed, right? I am exactly the same. You are the one being insensibly angry.”

You released a short breath as he left, one of relief- and only then did you realize that you could feel a bruise. Though it hurt, it was at least there. It was a shame that it wouldn’t be visible until the next day, but as soon as you showed it to those who worked at home, the rumors spread fast. It was incredibly easy to spread them. It was a dangerous thing, but if you used it right, it would be extremely useful.

The trumpets blared, as the Emperor, along with Tsukasa and Erebus, arrived, and you brought yourself out to the ballroom, wearing a tired expression. You were drained, having talked to one of the highest ranking people in the Empire and having dealt with another of Erebus’s outbursts. Not to mention the uncomfortably heavy dress and accessories you had to wear to attend the party and not be preyed on by the noble ladies attending tonight, on top of everything else. At least it helped; you could blame it all on Erebus then, and no one could really know.

Erebus once again wore the smile that deceived everyone, one full of confidence he clearly did not have. Perhaps he did have one skill, and that was sucking up to the Emperor. Every time he had an audience with him, he seemed to gain more confidence and lose some brain cells.

“I offer my sincere thanks to everyone who attended the Founding Ball tonight…” It was the Emperor’s long speech once again, one he repeated year after year. Honestly, at this point, there was no point in saying it. The original owner of this body had heard it so many times that she could even recite most of it by memory, without much effort. That was how long he had reused the same speech over and over again. Well, it didn’t matter. At least you knew what he was going to say, if that was any use to you at all.

“And let the festivities begin!” he concluded, voice brimming with his usual cheer. You clapped along with everyone else, expecting him to take his usual place in his fancy chair like the years before.

“Ahem, your Majesty, may I make an announcement?” Erebus asked the Emperor, in a loud and clear voice. The question earned the attention of the nobles attending, heads turned and all eyes on him. The Emperor took a moment to think, before giving him approval. Erebus took no hesitation in walking up to you and taking your hand, and even in your slight protest of his tight grip, he simply led you to the front of the room, all eyes glued on you too.

“My fiancee and I are no longer engaged; we will be getting married very soon!” he announced sharply, so that everyone in the room, regardless of whether they were listening or not, would hear. If there was something he was good at, it was grabbing attention- whether it be good or bad.

“Your father has already agreed to the marriage,” he whispered into your ear. Your eyes widened. It wasn’t supposed to be this way- he hadn't done this in the novel. Once there was an announcement like this, it was difficult to reverse it. There had to be some kind of outside interruptance to stop it. Couples quarrels weren’t regarded as much of an issue- you would only be scored if you had tried to resist him yourself without any incident or outside force.

You turned to Tsukasa in fear, signaling that you needed his help now. There was no one on your side but him in this room. Once he caught your gaze, he understood the message right away. Erebus was forcing you into this. You didn’t want it- and he had a problem with that.

“Your Majesty, may I ask for something?” he got down on one knee, bowing down to one of the only figures higher than him in this society. The Emperor blinked; this was completely unexpected, and the crowd could not even control the whispers.

“Yes. You hardly ask for anything; what may I grant you?” the Emperor inquired in return.

Tsukasa stood up and took one of your hands and brought it up to his lips, then gently held it up as he turned to face the Emperor.

“If you would allow, I would like to request a marriage with her.”

It was you. He was talking about you.

WORD COUNT | 3090 words

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tangible-fortitude · 3 months

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doing an interpretation of the new invention lyrics with my sibling rn and. it's. ughhhh

we're super stuck on the "read and riot" thing

the only thing that comes up when googling it is a book with the same title by nadya tolokonnikova, and i don't really know how to connect that to the rest of the lyrics

overall the song seems to be from the perspective of someone being dragged away from something they believe in/are a part of by the "you" character. the speaker suspects that the other person is lying to them in order to keep them away from that something. the other person has good intentions, but is accidentally making the situation worse and causes the speaker to have even more "bad dreams" instead of less - so they get told to shut up.

and there's a fuckton of religious vocabulary used in the lyrics so, yknow. probably a safe bet to say the song could be abt feeling like you're drifting away from your religion and having conflicted thoughts abt that

the architect could mean "the great architect" which is how some people describe god. i think.

but the girl???? who is the girl??? breezy????

genius dot com is useless here. they don't get idkhow like i do. (i don't get it either.)

#lore/lyrics analysis #idkhow #idkhbtfm #i dont know how but they found me #dallon weekes #new invention

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HELLO!! I WOULD LOVE TO MAKE A REQUEST, CAN YOU DO SOMETHING WHERE Rin,Kaiser,Isagi,Bachira, and Chigiri MEET Y/N ON THEIR LIVE STREAM WHERE Y/N IS SAYING HOW GOOD THEY ARE AT SOCCER/FOOTBALL AND PRAISING THEM AND THEY NOTICE IT? HOW WOULD THEY REACT?? AND THEY INVITE Y/N TO A "Date" JUST TO GET ALONG WITH Y/N?? HOW WOULD THEIR ACTIONS CHANGE?? WOULD THEY SMILE?? WOULD THEY MAKE THEMSELVES COOLER??? TY FOR READER AND TAKING TIME OUT OF YOUR DAY TO DO THIS🙃

NO PROBLEM <3 DID THEM INDIVIDUALLY I HOPE THAT'S OK ...WARNING IT'S LONGGGGGG SO THIS IS PT 1

You..You Think I'm Cool?

Songs: Ella Baila Sola - Eslabon Armando / Star Team - Lastclass / Rock Your Body (jerseyclub) - ProdByAbnormal

Characters: Rin , Kaiser

Rin

Honestly he was reluctant about the whole streaming thing

He was for one, worried about his privacy, and for another thing, pretty damn bad at all the video games his manager suggested

So you best believe bro was getting hated on

"Chat...chat, shut up, I'm trying to focus. What the hell, how do I switch perspectives!?" Rin swore he was going to strangle his manager the next time he saw him. Sure, this was supposed to be a publicity stunt, the hot new thing was streaming and Rin had next to no interaction with his fans yadda yadda, but if anything he felt like this was hurting his public image. It took him 10 minutes yesterday to figure out how to switch weapons without blowing himself up or wasting ammo in the process. And to make things worse, his brother was already pretty popular on the streaming site just doing meditation and daily skincare. That would've been the easier route probably but he'd rather be damned to hell than risk making it look like he was copying Sae.

That didn't stop his brothers rabid fans from decending on his chat though, making it run 20 miles per hour with insults and comparisons. "Why is he wearing a hoodie? I bet he's chubbier than Sae and scared to show it." "Your brother could probably beat you at this too" "Remember when Sae's bf kicked you in the face LOL" So Rin decides to ignore it, or try to. He hates to let these trolls get to him. He knows there will be clips all over social media but he can feel the veins in his forehead bulging with every missed shot on his video game and every extra jab from each comment. Just as he feared they're picking apart every last detail of his setup, his carrer and of course someone from the chat logs into the game just to camp and kill him over and over again.

The internet is a cruel, cruel place, but that doesn't mean there is no good. "(Y/URL) sent a voice message!" Rin jumps, he didn't even know the platform could read things out loud. "Hello! I just wanted to say don't listen to these asshats! You're an amazing strategist and player and I've admired you since your first match. You deserve to be called the GOAT of every game you're in." Rin doesn't smile at the compliment, it doesn't mean anything if he hasn't beaten his brother yet right? But the athlete's forehead does get a bit less vascular and his cheeks less flushed in anger and more in surprise at the kind comment. He ends up tentatively responding, "Thanks, uhh, (Y/URL) for tuning in..." And then, against his better judgement, he goes off script from what his manager told him to say. Asking how your day's going and starting a conversation.

He's still horrible at this game, but at least up until the stream ends he had one kind interaction. Maybe he will stream again tomorrow...

Kaiser

The fact that your comment even got noticed is a damn miracle

So many fans.. ngl the only way you'd be able to get his attention is with a weird question

Kaiser honestly wishes that Ness would stop trying to jump into his stream every five seconds. For once he's trying to do an actually serious little sit down and talk with his fans and the lunatic keeps showing up behind him in his shots and answering questions next to him. The comments on his stream are a mix of different languages, all of them have the same excited tone though. While he's trying to shoo Ness out of the room it's revealed that he's wearing boxers with no pants. Of course, Kaiser genuinely doesn't care about his fans seeing his body. He's posted so many different mirror selfies that there are edits online just using those photos of him instead of footage from his games. What can he say, he likes showing off his tattoos.

Kaiser usually streams talks and answering questions once a month but this is the second time this month because one of his sponsors recently got in a huge scandal. Unfortunately, there was a photo floating around of him shaking hands with some bigwig that turned out to be a creep and now everyone was jumping up to cancel him. The blonde said that he didn't care and he knew that it would all blow over, but anyone close to him knew that this was affecting him more than he lead on. He fed off and thrived off the praise others gave him, no matter how much he degraded and disregarded the people around him his fans undying adoration spoke to his ego in a way few things could. So to watch those thirst comments disappear in favor of accusations, sarcasm and negative emotes made him squirm a bit. No wonder Ness kept trying to jump in a take the heat for him.

He skimmed a few comments, refuting and responding where he could until he got to your comment. Extremely out of place among the others, it was a simple gushing of praise before finishing off with "and how did you come up with your signature move?" His back straightens. "Ahahah, thank you. Of course I'm one of the world's best players and honestly it was quite easy. After a few years of practice and watching back many of my matches I realized how great my balance and poise was...." This leads to about an hour long ramble, much to the horror of everyone else watching the stream. Kaiser doesn't care though. Someone, after all, is watching this on the other side of the stream and feeling very special having all his attention to themselves.

"Of course, it all comes from the hips, and if you didn't live so far away maybe I could demonstrate for you." he ends with a wink before seemlessly going back to the other commenters.

#gonna do all the other characters in one fell swoop in the next fic #blue lock #bllk #asks #bluelock #bllk x reader #kaiser x yn #rin x yn #blue lock hcs

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I have to ask because I didn’t get into WC until recently, but back when 2014 happened with the match against Germany, just what was the atmosphere like in Brazil and/or the Brazilian community. I read about how bad it was but I’d like the perspective of someone who was actually there, because I can’t tell if what’s said online is exaggerated

The first thing you need to know is that the atmosphere was already bleak before that match because Neymar got seriously injured and had to be cut out from the World Cup.

This was Neymar's first World Cup. He was already making his own name in 2010, but despite the popular pressure, he wasn't convoked to that World Cup because he was too young. So all eyes were on him and it was very frustrating when he had to leave.

I can't tell you how many times the Brazilian press replayed these scenes. It was all the entire country talked about. They even did the coverage of the helicopter that took him away, I shit you not.

The second thing you need to know is context. Brazil is the only national team with five World Cups in the bag, but we haven't won the competition since 2002. This allowed Italy and Germany to get close to matching us, since they have now four titles each.

So the sixth cup is something we have been wanting for two decades now. Also because my generation was either too young to remember 2002 or not even born yet at that time. While older people have good memories of '02, '94 or even '70, we've been collecting nothing but disappointing eliminations against European teams in the knockouts, despite the media always painting us as favorites.

Between Neymar and the fact that the 2014 World Cup was happening in Brazil, the sensation was that we could and should win. Especially because the last time the World Cup was hosted in Brazil, we lost the final against Uruguay. By losing the 1-0 lead we had. In a very crowded Maracanã.

And I believe these circumstances took an emotional tool on our players because when we beat Colombia (the match Neymar got hurt) in the penalties, they cried in relief instead of celebrating. That's how we went to face Germany: the country was basically grieving Neymar – yes, grieving – the players were now also feeling pressured to win the whole thing for him...

And there was also the political aspects of our national anthem and yellow jersey that I won't get into, but the overall energy was that we had to win, despite being a difficult mission, because it would have been a hell of a journey and it would have exorcized a lot of our football, political and cultural demons.

David Luiz: I just wanted to give happiness to my people.

When the match started, the so called "Neymar-dependency" became very clear, because the entire team was used to playing on his favor. Without him there, they were lost. Deep down we all knew this was going to happen, we all knew we didn't stand a chance, but that's the beauty of the World Cup for Brazilians: every four years we allow ourselves to dream this time can be it, so one day we will be right.

So Germany eliminating us was possible, likely even. But not by that margin. Truth be told, I bet not even Germany thought this could have happened. What was said online about the aftermatch was no exaggeration. If I could choose one picture to sum up the general vibes of the country that day, it would have been this one:

My particular experience? 1-0: I thought we could still take the lead. 2-0: I thought we could tie and take it to additional time and then to the penalties. 3-0: I thought this was it and made my peace with it. From then on I just started laughing because the situation was so goddamn absurd. In frustration, my brother broke a Vuvuzela that managed to survive 2010. My father was dead quiet. The media spent ages talking about how this was a disgrace and how everything we have been doing was wrong. It was a football crisis, which is almost an identity crisis when it comes to Brazil.

Now let me tell you something about Brazilian people: we can't stay sad for too long. We hide our pain with memes and that's what we did on that very same night. Nothing we could do would change the result, so we made fun of it to soften the blow. In fact, every single year ever since, "7×1 Day" trends on Brazilian twitter so we can make fun of it a little more.

Now let me tell you another thing about Brazilian people: we can and will hold a grudge. Germany has been on our hitlist every since. When they got eliminated in the group phase of World Cup 2018, people here were literally shooting fireworks on the streets. And I don't think we will ever get over it, because the only way to do that would be personally eliminating them in the semi finals, by 7-1, in a World Cup hosted in Germany.

And I guess we can all agree this ain't going to happen.

#2022 World Cup #World Cup #World Cup 2022 #Sidmailing #Brazil #Brasil #Brazil NT #Germany NT #Germany

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NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE PROMPT LIST - PART 2.

prompts taken directly from the transcript of the musical - please go support starkid and their work! this list covers the library scene to the dinner scene with the chastitys and includes "cool as i think i am".

THE LIBRARY.

" Let's make like Newton, and get this physics project in motion! "

" I got it on good authority that I’m actually… pretty funny. "

" Funny looking, maybe. "

" I’m trying out a new look, okay? "

" Who are you trying to impress? "

" I was wondering if you coud meet me here and help me study? "

" What’s the matter with you guys?! You just told me not to get my hopes up. "

" Look, I’d ask one of my friends, but I’m actually the smart one in the group, if you can believe that… "

" Well, could you ditch those nerds and help me out? "

" They don’t call it a “cram-session” for nothing! "

" You’re telling me I gotta be funny again?! I didn’t do it on purpose the first time! "

" You've been given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, "

" Someone’s willing to tolerate your presence for a whole evening. This may never happen again! "

COOL AS I THINK I AM.

" I bet you’d call this luck, "

" Well, that's your perspective, "

" It's as cool as I think I am, "

" What if all my thoughts were were stronger? "

" What if my beliefs were taller? "

" Why did she pick me? "

" I hope I don't know the answer. "

" Then again I'm deranged! "

" But what if I was wrong? "

" It's only in my head, "

" What if people see me as someone other than who I am? "

" If I can finally be cool I'll know that I'm not a loser. "

PARKING LOT OF PASQUALLI'S.

" Ooooh shut up!! "

" You think you're better than me cause you come from money? "

" Look, I know what you want me to do. "

" You want me to grovel. Run, so you can chase, "

" We’ve been doing this song and dance since the fourth grade. "

" Well... I'm sick of your shit. "

" Well Shit. If she’s cool with kid, then maybe I’m cool with him too… "

" I don't seem scary to you? "

" How does that feel? Does it feel like I lost my power? "

" I willed it into existence. "

" I bring order to [location]. Light to darkness. "

" I’m your God. Now on your knees, bitch. "

" It's time to say your fuckin' prayers! "

DINNER WITH THE CHASTITYS.

" I’m afraid I’m going to have to cast a longer rod, "

" It’s haunted. Everyone says so. "

" You will not believe what that [name] said to me today. "

" I wasn’t much older than him when I started carrying your books, "

" Me and [name]? In carnal embrace? That’s ridiculous. "

" Oh criminy! "

" What are you doing in my bathroom of all places!? "

" I couldn’t stay away. I’m hungry. "

" This is wrong. This is so wrong. "

" Everyone’s got their secrets and this is mine. "

#roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompt #rp prompts #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #starkid #hatchetverse

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bestworstcase · 1 year

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Your thoughts on the Lost Fable and interpretation of Salem and Ozma's relation to the narrative also ended up making me think of one other little detail:

It's called the Lost FABLE. Not the lost History, or lost Truth.

FABLE. As in a FANTASY. A FAIRY TALE.

It was right there all along.

And frankly recalling how Ozma's original question that drove him to despair was "How can I destroy Salem?", and how we all speculated that it meant that there was a different way to beat her...

But in truth, it was also arguably showing us one of the core rules of the Relic Djinn:

You only get what you SPECIFICALLY asked for.

And that only reinforces the possibility that what we saw of the Lost Fable was being filtered through the perspective of what Ruby asked:

"What is Ozpin hiding?" -> "What details did he hide, from HIS perspective with all of HIS biases and expectations?"

And Jinn can't give the full details because that wasn't specified in the questions she was asked.

...I kinda wonder if things would have been different if the question was "What is the Truth about Salem?"

precisely. she literally begins with “once upon a time.”

and of course—think about how ozpin thinks, in general. how he perceives the world and processes the things that happen to him. he is consumed by fairytales and deeply preoccupied with archetype and symbolism and narrative. when he invites pyrrha into his conspiracy he leads by asking “what’s your favorite fairytale?” and guiding her toward the one he intends to use to ease her into the (partial) truth; when qrow fills RNJR in on the reality of the situation as he understands it, he does the same thing, and when he tells ruby about the magic in her silver eyes he starts by talking about legends of silver-eyed warriors. the conflation of real history with fairytale is the ideological bedrock of the huntsmen cult because ozma relies on fairytales to make sense of his own existence.

“the girl in the tower” is an actual in-universe fairytale that ozma wrote at some point to immortalize the tiny sliver of the past when he got to be truly happy.

and if ozpin had decided to share his true past with team rwby, he would have started with the girl in the tower—same as he started with the story of the seasons when he revealed the maidens to pyrrha—so when ruby asks “what is ozpin hiding from us?”, jinn starts with the girl in the tower too.

it’s notable, too, that ozpin doesn’t learn any new information in the lost fable. because there are certainly things he doesn’t know—salem has been alive in the neighborhood of a couple hundred million years, it simply isn’t POSSIBLE that she could have told ozma every important thing she experienced in that time even if she wanted to—so if jinn had really shown them everything, ozpin would have doubtless had a revelation or two himself (especially since she kept going after the murderdivorce—at which point salem herself vanishes from the narrative, leaving only ozma’s assumptions about her behind; that would…not have happened if jinn were telling the whole story). but he didn’t. because jinn showed the kids everything he knew and believed and chose to keep secret.

(you know how mockingly she asks oscar if he has a question for her in V8…? there is absolutely something jinn knows that ozma doesn’t and i bet she’s been trying to goad him into asking for centuries.)

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who tf told yeji? i kinda think it was yuna or woo. i also may be way off but i have a feeling yuna might be jyp gossip too… we don’t actually know that much about her and she was replying to y/n’s posts like a fangirl even before they were friends. she’s also been 100% good/nice so far and from what we’ve seen in this series, nobody is completely good/nice. everybody has a grey area at some point.

poor yeji dude. as much as y/n is going through it, she absolutely deserved this reaction from yeji and hyunjin. i’m glad yeji didn’t hold back and give her a chance to tell hyunjin bc honestly y/n has had so many opportunities to and failed so what difference would her telling him first now make. i also loved that y/n could recognise yeji’s “state of agony” and relate to it, therefore making her feel even more guilty and actually understand the weight of her actions. yeji also asking “what did i ever do to you?” is so fr bc she literally just existed in hyunjin’s life and that was enough for y/n to want to ruin her. to think that this whole chaos started just bc y/n’s toxic level of jealousy.

the imagery of hyunjin melting with y/n, literally begging to hear that it’s just a misunderstanding… fuck that hurt. in a way it was like he was begging to not have to endure the pain of their past again and the regret of letting himself get hurt again. the realisation that his blind trust in y/n has once again been his achilles heel and possibly always will be.

hyunjin telling y/n “it’s always someone else isn’t it” is so true. he reminds her of all the past opportunities he gave her to come clean to him and didn’t, but all she’s replying with is excuses that she was scared to lose him and yeosang’s threats. like ofc yeosang’s threats scared her but at the end of the day she dealt with them poorly until it was too late. so far this series she’s shown she feels remorse for her actions (bet related or not), but she’s always had a habit of preaching excuses or blaming someone else instead of owning her shit. so its understandable for hyunjin to not believe her immediately when she said seungmin forced her (i had a feeling what happened between them wasn’t consensual like i dm’d about). in a way it’s like the kid that cried wolf. from hyunjin’s perspective, she’s the common denominator in so many issues but somehow always finds away to divert blame away from herself.

as much as i wouldn’t blame hyunjin and yeji for never wanting to speak to y/n again i hope they talk about everything properly. i’m ofc looking forward to hyunjin and y/n’s talk, but i also really hope yeji and y/n talk to each other alone too. yeji deserves an explanation more than anyone tbh.

also i’m obsessed with the end referencing the sun (hyunjin) and moon (y/n), that was beautiful and tragic 🖤

i love how i ruined everyone for you that now you just cant trust anyone anymore i cannot 😭😭 i agree i think recognizing the pain in yeji plays a huge part in her guilt ultimately i feel like yeji and yn mirror each other sometimes they both have a sense of darkness to them but yn clearly had it much worse 😞 and yess yn feels remorse for her actions but instead of dealing with the consequences she runs away a lot and withers in self pity and hatred instead which is toxic as well

aww im so glad you liked it my love🥹🩷🩷🩷 this was so much fun to read i.just wanna kiss ur brain cus ugh its so sexy i love it this is one of my fav notes of urs i think tysmmm for blessing me w it🩷🩷🩷

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febuwhump 2024: day 20. human weapon + nfwt whump bingo: dehumanization

series: crimson history - war dog // rating: explicit

content/trigger warnings: dehumanization, it/its pronouns for a person, underage non-con, mentioned stepcest, explicit sexual content.

“You weren’t lying, then,” her old friend says. Martha’s almost as much of a pervert as Joan is. She looks at the Dog up and down, a mix of bloodlust and sexual lust burning behind her eyes.

“Of course not.”

She had asked for a presentation, proof that Joan has been serious about how well trained her weapon is. She told the woman to bring any member of her coven that needed to be punished. Gave the boy false hope, if he defeated her stepdaughter in a fist fight, he’d be free. She chose to order the Dog to wear something closer to the girl’s usual clothes. It came wearing comfortable sweatpants and a loose long-sleeved shirt. Like that, It looked just a tall and lanky teenager, baggy clothes are incredible at hiding bulk.

It knocked him out in twenty-one seconds – slow, but good enough, Joan told It so.

Martha told It to snap his neck, It stayed still, she scowled just to be laughed at by Joan;. The Dog has one Master, not everyone can go ordering It around. In one blink, the boy’s neck was snapped by It when Joan gave permission. Precise, quick, the Dog could rip his head off but didn’t.

“I heard rumors of other… uses,” she says.

“What do I gain if I share It?” Joan sits on her chair, pets her thigh. Martha watches like a vulture as the Dog kneels beside her and rests It chin on her thigh, closing Its eyes as It receives little head pats.

“What about this being solidarity between old friends?”

“What about a favor in the future?”

“Hm,” Martha considers it, nodding as she thinks. “Alright, a future favor then.”

“Good,” she smirks. “Do you want to fuck It or be fucked by It?”

“You trained It to do both?”

“Of course. This Dog is good, has a pretty tight pussy and a pretty good tongue action.”

“Nice,” she approaches, the Dog tenses but doesn’t move, Joan holds back a smirk as It relaxes when she scratches behind her ear. Such a cute little puppy. “It has been a while since the last time someone gave me good pussy eating.”

“Sit there,” she points to the guest’s chair. “Good thing you’re wearing a skirt… have you planned it?”

“I believe you do remember that you enjoy fucking me.”

“I bet you’re wet already, I’m aware of your violence kink.”

“As if you don’t enjoy it as well,” she sits with her legs spread, pulling the skirt to show that she has forgone the underwear.

“Little whore,” Joan gently squeezes the back of the Dog’s neck. “Go there, show off how goof you are at eating pussy.”

“Ugh, you’re fucking lucky,” Martha sounds half amused and half annoyed as she watches the Dog crawl towards her.

“Do not touch It.”

“Possessive much?”

“Jess has a less harder time when I share her,” Martha frowns. “Last time I tried to share my pet, It did some damage to her clit,” Martha shivers, Joan thinks it’s less about the horrifying perspective of clit mutilation via bite and more her masochist side. “Anyways, just don’t touch it.”

The Dog doesn’t tease her or anything, foreplay wasn’t a order It was given. Martha reaches for the back of the chair and holds onto it so she doesn’t grab the Dog’s hair. She starts to mutter curses in less than a minute, flushes quickly. Not a surprise, considering she was already wet and turned on, even if she’s quite good at hiding arousal.

Joan fucked her after shows of violence times enough to know what it does to her, she got her fingers almost broken and almost passed out from suffocation with the way Martha gets excited.

“I thought her how to kill with her bare hands pretty easily,” she comments, Martha’s attention shifts to her. “Her fists can make more damage than your favorite shotgun.”

“Good to know,” it’s impressive that she doesn’t stutter.

“Dog,” a quick passing change in breathing is her sign that It heard her. “Keep licking and sucking her, she has a very sensitive clit,” as if she doesn’t almost cums herself when she makes Jess become a moaning mess. “Put a hand on her neck, don’t squeeze too much. Use your other hand to finger her, two fingers, as hard and fast as you can. Do not forget she’s human.”

There’s brief nod before It obeys.

Joan likes the way the Dog’s hand almost wraps itself around her neck, it goes straight to her clit, make it ache. She needs self-control to not sneak a hand under her boxers and touch herself just watching the way Martha looks pathetically small next to the Dog. She can imagine Martha pinned down to the ground and pound into her like Martha’s a whore – because Martha is a whore.

Martha’s moans are choked, almost pathetic, and very, very arousing. The wet noise as Dog pumps Its fingers in and out of her dripping pussy is filthy, it’s downright disgusting and makes Joan want to join in. She holds back. She can do it later, fuck the Dog with her strap or her little spell as It works in making Martha forget her own name after three or four orgasms.

Maybe sharing isn’t the worst thing ever.

#febuwhump 2024 #nsft whump bingo #noncon cw #dehumanization cw #it/its pronound for a person #nfsw whump #whump #whump community #whump blog #whumpblr #lady whump #whump writing

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