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ascendanceseriesveteran · 9 months

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The Scantily Clad Gargoyle 🌹

Ascendance Series Fanfic

Crack-fic that came to me in a dream.

Finally something I don't entirely hate.

Yet I'm still in a creativity slump.

Beware possible spelling mistakes and slightly mature themes as the title suggests. But mostly tame.

🌹🌹🌹

Imogen POV

It was a dreadfully incessant knock. Even a few seconds was enough for the beat to imprint on my still-sleepy mind.

"Who is it?" My voice was rough. Like I hadn't drank water in weeks. Perhaps the comfort of my bed took me off guard. So much so that my entire body took to resting for the first time in countless months.

"It's Roden."

There was a grumble from beside me, "Of course it's him." Jaron shuffled under the covers with another displeased grunt that I soothed with my hand in his mess of soft curls.

"You can enter."

The Captain stepped in looking more meek than usual, holding paperwork against him with a hand sitting on the hilt of his sword out of habit. Maybe sleep did him some good as well.

Roden spoke before I could ask why he was here, "I haven't been able to find Jaron. Do you know where he's gone? We're supposed to canvas Drylliad today."

That, of course, came with the stark realisation that the King was currently warming my least favourite side of the bed and less than a day after returning home after the war. Very scandalous indeed. I certainly hadn't expected to be outst this early in the morning. Clearly, the same epiphany didn't quite reach Jaron as he raised his head from behind me, confused, apparently assessing his surroundings as if he forgot how he got here. His hair was in comical levels of dissaray and his arms tightened their hold around me.

"Jaron?" Roden said, incredulous.

I saw the moment when everything registered, and the King seemed drunk on contentment when looked at me. "Yes?"

"I won't ask the obvious question, but I will say that you're needed downstairs. And we need to ride out soon."

The King groaned and disappeared behind me again.

"I'll wait for you downstairs."

"Wait," I half-yelled before Roden had the chance to turn around. "We need some help."

"We do?"

I frowned at Jaron, "You're a bit slow this morning."

"I'm just very happy."

"What do you need?" Roden asked.

"Clothes. Jaron ripped his."

And it really didn't help that Jaron chose that moment to start giggling, remembering everything at last, it seemed. Roden's eyebrows were up to his hairline. "Well he sure works quickly, doesn't he."

"Just... get us some clothes. You may leave." I huffed as he chucked and left the room, glaring at Jaron whose eyes shone with mischief. "This is all your fault, you know."

🌹 9 hours earlier

Someone or something was banging on my window. Being three levels off the ground, my first thought wasn't that of an intruder. But then I remembered where I was and how the Avenians were still potentially crawling the land in search of vengence.

I slipped out from beneath the covers and grabbed the dagger Jaron gave me. Worst case scenario I'll just push the person down, if it was a person. I really hoped it wasn't. I didn't want to hurt anyone and as my hands shook, I began regretting investigating rather than leaving, having been afraid that whoever intercepted me first in the hallway would think I was crazy. We were high off the ground after all.

I shoved the curtain aside and cringed, anticipating the worst.

"Imogen?"

It was quiet, and yet I knew exactly how my name sounded from his lips. I immediately opened the windows.

"Are you insane?"

I'll grant him something, the look on his face read pure remorse and innocence, it almost made me cave. But then I remembered who I was speaking to.

"I couldn't sleep and wanted to see you."

I glanced at the drop down with a heart pounding so hard it was difficult to hear him over the wind. I would kill him. Not yet. I would safely get him inside even though my palms were so sweaty he'd probably slip free. But I would make sure he was safe first, then kill him.

"You have legs." I emphasised every syllable and he had the decency to be ashamed.

"I didn't want to incite gossip."

"So you decided to risk your life instead."

"Yes."

Sure, that made perfect sense. I took a deep breath and glared.

"Hurry up and get in."

He reached over to grab the window and froze. "Uh oh."

"Uh oh?"

"Very much uh oh." Jaron eyes were wide and cheeks were becoming vibrant with colour.

"What's wrong?"

"My clothes may have snagged on the building."

"Oh. Oh."

"Yes, oh."

"Stop saying oh."

"I can not. I'm horrendously embarassed. This is probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me."

I laughed at that, "Yes because potentially exposing yourself to Carthya is so much worse that being whipped and tortured."

"Exactly."

Jaron had this unique effect on me. I wanted to put my palm to my face while simultaneously being endeared by his skewed, silly melodramatics.

"And its not Carthya I'd be flashing."

I grinned and leaned in close, savouring how dark his eyes became. "I could turn you away. Then it would be Carthya seeing the crown jewels."

"Please don't call them that, you're sounding a lot like Roden."

"I mean, that's what they technically are, Your Majesty."

He arrogantly tipped his head, "Well everyone is asleep anyway and it's too dark to see."

"And yet you were so worried a second ago."

"I just didn't want to make the few poor souls wandering below start swooning. Thought it might make you jealous." He was egging me on. But two could play at this game.

"OK, well off you go then."

We both knew I didn't truly mean it, but I allowed a seed of doubt to set in his mind, finding a sense of victory in the way he swallowed. "Imogen."

"Yes, my Lord."

"I promise to walk next time."

It was truly astounding how much more self aware he was when under pressure. Usually I'd have had to spell out my displeasure with his recklessness for it to finally reach home. When he'd finally realise that the fact that he was desensitised to danger doesn't suddenly make danger less dangerous.

"Well there won't be a next time, if you were trying to avoid onlookers, walking won't work either." His face dropped, so I kissed his lips and smiled. "So the only viable solution is one of us moving into the others' room."

He finally grinned, "Imogen, how scandalous."

"Only a little more scandalous than you are right now."

"I get a special exemption for being King of this country," but soon a frown clouded his expression, "Are you sure?"

"We have wasted so much time. I don't want to wait. I just want to be with you. Besides, I couldn't sleep either, not without knowing you're safe."

His smile was brighter than then moon. Starlight twinkling in his eyes until the distinct sound of tearing made them widen yet again. He cursed and looked pleadingly at me. I tried not to laugh while I scoured my room for a cloth, finding a square resembling a handkerchief. I waved it at him.

"Imogen if I didn't know better I'd say you want me to be indecent."

I crossed my arms, "Most of what you do and say is already somewhat indecent. If you were so scared of indecency you would have walked like a normal person."

He hauled himself upwards, the shirt peeling off his back like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis. I wished I could pretend it wasn't a sight to behold, glad for the dimness of my room that concealed how hot my cheeks became. Apparently, I was of weaker character than I'd have hoped.

Now that Jaron was perched on the edge with his forearms, shirt long gone, he looked sheepish, "Are you sure you don't have anything bigger? Some of your clothes, perhaps."

"I don't have any yet. You said we'd arrange something tomorrow morning."

He cursed and glanced longingly at the bed.

"I'm not giving you the bedding, Jaron. Just get in, I dont like you just hanging there."

"Ha. Good one. Nice pun."

"That wasn't a pun-" I really face palmed this time. "Jaron Artolius Eckbert, this is not the time. In, now."

"I just don't want to make you uncomfortable."

I huffed and turned around. "I'm not uncomfortable. Just annoyed and stressed. Now get in."

And that wasn't even the most eventful part of the night either. However, I wouldn't have it any other way.

🌹 Present

Roden returned surprisingly quickly and Jaron was quicky sitting up to assess the delivery.

"Are you trying to make me look like a clown?"

Roden played innocent, "Why would I do that?"

Jaron all but growled when he snatched the rouge, flared pants and yellow tunic away. "I'm going to have a word with whoever added this atrocity to my wardrobe."

"Maybe you'll learn your lesson finally." I snapped.

Despite the fact that Jaron was sitting while I was laying down, having stolen much of the bedding to wrap around his torso, he seemed to cower at my words. Good, I wanted him to feel embarassed.

"I already apologised!"

Roden laughed. "I think you will need more than an apology after ripping your clothes for her like some starved beast."

"That's not what happened."

"Sure."

He smacked Roden with the fabric and escorted him out of the room with a glower.

Only after he left did Jaron shimmy back down and gather me back into his arms. I missed his warmth in the short few minutes he had been sitting.

"Roden is expecting you down there soon."

"I will be there when I choose. I am King, after all."

"As you love reminding everyone."

He smiled and captured my lips with his.

#the ascendance series #king jaron #the ascendance trilogy #the captive kingdom #the false prince #the runaway king #the shadow throne #jarogen #jaron #jaron artolius eckbert iii

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 2 years

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yay, you opened them!

as I mentioned, do you have some random lance headcanons? like, just general ideas you have about him, maybe how he is as a person, friend or partner

Hey hey, hello!👋 Thank you for ask! I hope you like them and it matches Lance's character as well. Wow, my first ask yay, God I'm so nervous I never did that before help me AAAAAA

I think that as a person, it's pretty obvious here: a wise, compassionate, fearless, kind of unshakable and stoic person. We love him for this.

Can be quite tough with enemies, but never had a personal grudge against other adventurers and monsters. I think he is a calm person by nature. But he will not avoid conflicts, Lance rather will try to resolve problem peacefully. If there is no peaceful solution, then beware, he is a strong and smart battle mage, so he will kick your ass like no tomorrow. ⚔️⚔️⚔️

As a friend, it's the same, but with good friends he is more open. Frequent conversations about new places, exploration of new monsters or artifacts, discussions about life, ect. I think to you as a his friend Lance will reveal his secret side - being a nerd.

And because of that, I honestly think Lance would love Solarion Chronicles: The Game. Why so? This game is basically like DnD that develops logic, teamwork and creative problem solving, so Lance would enjoy this stuff. A lot of people don't know about it though (Lance has to keep the prestige status of an unshakable person, right?), and his friends are unlikely to be interested in this (maybe Jadu, because I think they are good friends). So if Farmer became his friend and somehow offered to play, then Lance will calmly agree (but inside he is like "Hell yeah, a fellow player").

As your spouse, it was a little ambiguous at first. Don't get me wrong, Lance is a wonderful husband, he will be loyal to you and will truly love you. But this man also has a duty to his Guild, to Castle Village, to all the people he swore to protect. And Lance believed that with his crazy routine, his new life and duties as your husband would not fit into the usual routine of an adventurer and magician. So he was afraid that this was the point of no return.

But my dear Lance didn't fully understand that our farmer's routine was even crazier. Our farmer manages to rule a huge farm, befriends with all the residents of the Stardew Valley, catch exotic fish, protect the world from monsters as a fellow adventure.

So when Lance, as a Farmer partner, about to go to the First Slash clan on a Wednesday, and tells his partner: "eat dinner without me today," he feels a little lonely, even surrounded by his guildmates.

Only later this evening, Farmer came to First Slash clan with a plate of tropical curry (you know for whom) and a torpedo trouts for the Jolyne request, the Farmer hands the plate of curry to Lance and say something like: "eat dinner without me, uhuh, sure, you can only dream", winks and makes it clear that Lance's partner is sleeping with him tonight in a cramped bed.

And in that moment, Lance's cheeks turned pinker than his hair (poor Lance, my God 😅).

His Guild mates looked at the whole thing in mute shock, and Jolyne laughed all over the room. But you know what? Lance doesn't care. Because Lance realized that he found his most precious treasure, his dream come true. And will never give you to this world. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

It turned out longer than I thought, but I tried to shorten it as much as possible I hope there are not too many grammatical errors

Well then, hope you enjoyed it and thanks again for asking ❤️👋

#stardew valley expanded #sve #sve headcanons #sve lance #ask me something

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ireallylovepuppies101 · 1 year

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Inky Mystery Audrey AU 3

Part three!!!! (beware of spoilers if you haven’t read the fic)

With it being late when they reach Warnerburg, and way past Audrey’s usual bedtime, despite her protests of her being able to walk and keep up with her brothers, Bendy would ignore her and scoop her up into his arms to carry her until they find someplace to stay for the night. Which unfortunately doesn’t happen and they end up crashing for the night outside against a wall. Bendy obviously is not thrilled that his younger siblings are forced to sleep outside, but thankfully Boris does his best looking at the bright side of their situation while Audrey says she doesn’t mind as long as they’re all together.

Too bad the next morning they realize Bendy’s bag got stolen with all of their money inside, and literally get kicked out of their sleeping spot by a security guard. (Audrey thankfully didn’t get kicked, Boris was holding her when they were sent flying). Fortunately though when they take a food break, they meet Sammy and Finley who helpfully point them towards the police station to report Bendy’s bag stolen. Though going there doesn’t exactly boost their spirits or their hope in finding the bag.

Meeting the Warners certainly distracts them over their rather bleak situation. While Boris gets confused by them and Bendy looks ready to lose his marbles, Audrey’s having the time of her life watching the Warners go nuts and do a bunch of funny crazy stuff. Especially when Dot starts flirting with Bendy. “Bendy, you finally got a girlfriend!”

“Zip it you little stinker.”

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot would be intrigued by the little girl laughing up a storm at their antics. Dot even asks Audrey if she’d like to join their zany group considering both of them could use a gal-pal. Bendy and Boris for a moment worrying over if the Warners were going to try to keep their sister before Audrey declined. “Thanks, but my brothers need me.”

Dot sighs but accepts her answer. “Fair enough, mine would be LOST without me. What would our dear hopeless brothers do without their wise little sisters?”

Later when they reunite with Sammy and Finley and find an alley to crash in for the night, all of them have friendly chats about their dreams and even laugh. Well, most of them were laughing. Boris looks annoyed as Bendy makes puns and Audrey encourages him by giggling.

But then Bendy has his attack in front of all of them.

Safe to say that whole ordeal certainly spooked Audrey. Once the attack passes and Bendy snaps out of his horror over seeing the black ink he coughed into his hand, he’d look over and notice Audrey, who’s looking like she’s trying her damned hardest not to cry as Sammy rests his hands on her shoulders to comfort her. Bendy opens his arms towards her and lets her rush into his embrace as he quietly tries to sooth her, telling her she was very brave, and assures her he’s okay now. Boris hugs both of them as he and Bendy explain to Finley and Sammy what just happened.

Thanks to Finley, Sammy, and the Waner’s help, Bendy’s able to get his bag back, and despite a few hiccups, like finding out Bendy and Boris are now Wanted and officially meeting Cuphead and Mugman, Bendy, Boris, and Audrey can continue on their way to Toontown. Though both Boris and Bendy’s stress level goes up quite a bit considering the extremely dangerous situation they just got out of, being wanted criminals, and now being hunted by two assassins with cups for heads. All while they had their 6 year old sister RIGHT THERE. Thankfully Audrey seemed to handle the situation well enough, not looking like she was badly traumatized from the near death experience, but that doesn’t stop the two brothers from worrying.

Best they can do for the time being is double check with Audrey to make sure she’s emotionally okay and remind her they’re there for her if she needs them. Audrey always tells them she knows and that she’s okay.

Thanks to the whole “wanted criminals” thing though, Bendy, Boris, and Audrey would have to bail off the train they were on and be forced to walk so Bendy and Boris don’t get arrested or Audrey gets taken away. Which leads them to finding Hat’s casino and stopping there for a meal. Boris takes Audrey with him for a bathroom break while Bendy orders their food, and the two of them coming back confused from how spooked Bendy looks after he met Hat.

After going to the Toontown college in search of Oddswell and meeting Holly who gives them directions to Oddswell’s old address, Audrey barely paying attention to any of that as she stares with big wide eyes at the stain glass and mural (she’d want to draw everything so BADLY but they don’t have time so she’d be pouting big time), they officially meet Red Hood after they broke into Oddswell’s house, and are taken to the “clinic”. Properly meeting Oddswell and helping decode Wilson’s note he gave to Bendy.

Or at least, Bendy and Boris help. Audrey’s reading level is better than the average kid, but not THAT good to try decoding anything, so she’d be rather bored until little Steven asks her if she wants to play. Never being asked that before by the kids in Sillyvision, Audrey would be a bit dumbfounded until Bendy tells her to go have fun while he and Boris work. Which she does. Audrey never really realizes how nice it is to have an actual friend close to her age. The two of them having a blast together.

Until all of that is ruined when Cuphead and Mugman show up, and Jerry calls the police. Audrey decides then and there she REALLY doesn’t like Cuphead, Mugman, OR Jerry when she and her brothers are forced to run away, and she has to say goodbye to Steven. Steven promises though they can play again whenever she gets back. She’d be looking forward to that.

For now though, she and her brothers would be making their way back to the casino.

And now time for the funfacts!

-When Finely asks about Audrey’s dreams for the future, Audrey loudly and proudly claims “I WANNA DRAW!!!” as she holds up her notebook. Making her brothers, Finley and Sammy laugh at how determined and dead serious she sounded.

- Audrey would be very stubborn when it comes to trying to keep up with her brothers, and to her credit she does a very good job at it, but she also has a bad habit of not speaking up when she’s getting tired so Bendy and Boris have to pay attention to the signs of her slowing down before one of them just picks her up and carries her. Bendy does it the most since he’s got his demon strength to help hold her for long periods of time if he has to, and because he has an easier time ignoring her squirming when she’s grouchy over being carried until she accepts her fate.

-She also has a bad habit of insisting she can wait to eat when she’s aware their food situation is a bit bad. Denying she’s hungry even if Bendy and Boris can hear her stomach. Bendy quickly puts a stop to that whenever she tries and firmly tells her that when he says it’s time to eat, she’s not going to wait until later or argue with him about it. He and Boris can worry about their food situation, not her. Thankfully she listens without too much of a fuss.

-Normally whenever Audrey spends the night in her brothers room, or how in the events of the fic they have to sleep outside occasionally or get a hotel room, Audrey sleeps between her two brothers where she’s safely in the middle so Bendy and Boris can protect her if something happens, or she’s sleeping in the same bed as Boris since his fur is nice and warm. Due to Bendy’s attacks starting to scare her though, Audrey finds herself wanting to sleep in Bendy’s bed more often. Bendy not minding, but it does make him concerned over how well she and Boris are handling this whole ink illness thing.

-Despite how Bendy and Boris kinda procrastinate with sending Sasha a letter to let her know they’re doing okay, Audrey would insist they at least send her the drawings she made with the crayons Sasha gave her since the whole adventure started. The two brothers agree to that since it makes Audrey happy and hopefully keeps Sasha from getting TO mad at them for not writing as much as they promised.

-During their trip, Audrey likes drawing all the different things they’ve seen and the people they’ve met. She makes really nice drawings of the people that are their friends, but the drawings of Cuphead, Mugman, and Jerry are anything but flattering. Boris frowning at Bendy who’s trying his damn hardest not to laugh over how Audrey wrote “Cusshead” with an arrow pointing at the drawing of Cuphead. Once Bendy gets some control over his giggles he’d tell Audrey to scribble that out since she’s only allowed to say bad words, not write them.

-Audrey would LOVE Granny Gopher! She’s a very sweet little old lady who doesn’t take BS from anyone. Granny in return thinks Audrey’s the sweetest little girl, gladly looking over her drawings and complimenting her, as well as making Audrey and Steven snacks as the two children play together. When Granny gave Audrey full permission to call her Granny instead of Ms. Gopher, Audrey 100% rolled with it. “Neat! We have a grandma now!”

#bendy and boris in the inky mystery #Bendy and the Ink Machine #au #my stuff #audrey drew #Inky Mystery Audrey AU #quest bendy #quest boris #quest cuphead #quest mugman #Cuphead #the cuphead show

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neodigimonadventure · 2 years

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Character Tropes

Humans

Akio Saotome

Beware the Nice Ones: If you know what’s good for you, do not threaten any of his friends, especially Giggy.

Big Brother Instinct: He can be a bit of a doting big brother to Giggy at times.

Guile Hero: He is shown to be a clever person being able to understand the Monster of the Week's desire and powers.

The Hero: He is the main character and the leader of the group.

The Leader: He's the official leader, being that he's the one who keeps the team together.

Master of Unlocking: Akio first displays this skill by picking the lock of the doors to the mall, which was closed off due to being a crime scene, and later breaks into a closed theme park to investigate a Digimon incident.

Nice Guy: Even when he goes to the extreme, he always has everyone else's best interest at heart.

Straight Man and Wise Guy: The Straight Man to Giggy’s Wise Guy.

Maaya Amachi

Cool Big Sis: To both Buzz and Ginji on occasion, though with mixed success.

Deadpan Snarker: In the dub, Maaya tends to bring the snark in most conversation, especially if she is explaining something to either Ginji or Kiyoko.

Only Sane Man: Roughly.

Team Mom: Falls into this rather frequently.

Ginji Futara

Deadpan Snarker: Granted, this is mostly due to the Gag Dub.

The Mad Hatter: He's quite aware of how quirky he is, but he says it "results in awesome!"

The Pollyanna: Of all the human characters, Ginji is the most upbeat and most inclined to look on the bright side. If he's ever dejected or down, it never lasts for very long.

Kiyoko Tokita

Badass Adorable: She’s (usually) a cute and cheerful girl, who can and will fight with the others.

Easily Forgiven: In spite of accidentally causing a fire at school, her friends don't hold it against her and assure her that it's okay.

In the Hood: She always wears her short-sleeved hoodie.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl: She and Annie become these for Akio, Annie as a platonic version and Kiyoko as romantic.

Nice Girl: Kiyoko is very friendly and kind to everyone to the point that Annie comments that she's "hopeless", but also "cool" that way, as the group needs someone like Kiyoko.

Red Oni, Blue Oni: The Blue to Annie’s Red.

She's Got Legs: Her main outfit consists of a pair of short shorts which, combined with her hoodie, draws attention to her legs.

Stylish Protection Gear: Wears goggles for both aesthetic and protective purposes.

Digimon Partners

Keramon/”Giggy”

Ax-Crazy: Among the Digimon, he seems to enjoy causing mayhem the most, including firing weapons and destroying things. Ginji even calls him "a violent little guy".

The Gadfly: He sometimes likes to poke fun at his friends just to get a rise out of them.

If It Swims, It Flies: He is able to float through the air just like how a jellyfish would swim in the ocean.

The Imp: Short and less than moral, as well as having a propensity to stir up trouble, intentionally and otherwise. And he’s the main Digimon!

Jerk with a Heart of Gold: Giggy is the first one to laugh at misfortune, yet pals around with Akio a lot.

Large Ham: Especially for Andy Samberg in the English dub.

Straight Man and Wise Guy: The Wise Guy to Akio's Straight Man more or less.

Troll: He likes to scare and tease others, and relishes in pissing off his opponents during battle once he has the upper hand.

Tentomon/”Buzz”

Deadpan Snarker: Very.

Fat Best Friend: The others have affectionately commented on Buzz being “stocky”.

Genius Ditz: Not exactly the most lucid Digimon, but he is good at mathematics. Also, if anybody's going to deliver a wordy monologue, it's likely to be Buzz.

Wormmon/”Midori”/”Green”

Apologizes a Lot: Has the habit of immediately whispering "Sorry" after cracking offensive jokes or bad puns.

Distressed Dude: Has gotten into this role a couple of times.

Arukenimon/”Annie”

Beware the Silly Ones: She's usually quite goofy and good-natured, but she’s still an Arukenimon: When she gets upset, she gets upset.

The Big Guy: Of the main Digimon team.

Big Sister Instinct: Annie is the closest to having a sisterly relationship with Kiyoko and is quite protective of her.

Boyish Short Hair: In her human disguise. It lengthens in her Digimon form.

Cool Big Sis: Annie is like Kiyoko's cool and rebellious older sister figure who likes to have fun with her.

Defiant Captive: When she’s captured by the Four Lords, she sasses them when they interrogate and threaten to torture her, attacks a Mook when she’s Bound and Gagged, and, when she’s kidnapped in the second movie, pins her captor to the floor within seconds of arriving at his lair.

Elite Mook: Was this to the Four Lords before realizing that they were willing to kill anyone who opposed them.

Genki Girl: Loud and full of laughter, she finds everything amusing, but can be very emotional and isn't afraid to act on impulse.

Good All Along: After immense speculation of what sort of malicious goal this Arukenimon has, she turns out to be a rebel working against the bad guys.

Heel-Face Turn: Was okay with the Four Lords’ plans at the start, but became suspicious of their morals when Leomon confronted her about it. Then, after the two discovered the war plans, the Lords killed Leomon and framed Annie for his murder.

Heel Realization: Annie having this is what sets the plot in motion.

Hugh Mann: She has no idea what a cell phone or radio tower is, and knows more about Digimon than Akio when they first meet.

It's Personal: One of her reasons for wanting to rebel against the Four Lords is because they Killed Leomon and framed her for it.

Knight of Cerebus: A heroic example.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl: She and Kiyoko become these for Akio, Annie as a platonic version and Kiyoko as romantic. Annie is also a catalyst for the series's action, introducing Akio fully to the world of Digimon.

Mysterious Waif: She first appears at the beginning of the series in human form, being pursued by Sealsdramon, and gives three of the protagonists their digivices before being captured. The fact that she’s an Arukenimon isn’t officially confirmed until the end of the third episode, and after she’s rescued from the Four Lords, she joins the main cast along with Kiyoko.

Mythology Gag: Just like in the Adventure series, Digimon Ghost Game, and Digimon Survive, she first attempts to earn the children’s trust in her human form (which is notably different from the aforementioned incarnations). Unlike those three, this Arukenimon has noble intentions.

Non-Malicious Monster: Despite being an Arukenimon, Annie is firmly on the side of good. Even her initially working for the Four Lords is because of her being lied to about their motivations.

Nothing Is Scarier: In her first appearance, the audience knows exactly what she really is based on her color scheme, which has appeared in the franchise before, yet at first nothing is made clear about what she wants. All the audience knows is that an Arukenimon has given the protagonists a Digivice each, without any of the three knowing who or what she really is or why. This all serves to make Annie's first appearance more ominous and chilling. That being said, it's all a Red Herring; when Annie is shown outside of this creepy imagery, she is Good All Along.

One of the Kids: When disguised as a human.

Red Oni, Blue Oni: The Red to Kiyoko's Blue.

Screw This, I'm Outta Here: Her reaction to realizing the truth about the Four Lords. She swipes the stolen Digivice Neos after they frame her for Leomon’s death.

Sheep in Sheep's Clothing: The fact that she’s an Arukenimon might come off as alarming, but she's really a good Digimon.

Tomboyish Ponytail: After the confrontation with Miss Akira, Annie begins wearing her hair in a ponytail for the rest of the series (short in her human form and long in her Digimon form).

Tomboyish Voice: In the English dub, her voice is a bit deep and raspy, courtesy of the naturally husky Michaela Dietz, which is more apparent when she yells.

You Wouldn't Like Me When I'm Angry!: Being an Arukenimon, Annie is more prone to emotional outbursts than the other Digimon, which can cause her to morph from a goofball into a reckless berserker. This is how she managed to fight Miss Akira to a standstill, despite the fact that they both know that Akira, being older than Annie, is more skilled.

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stillebesat · 3 years

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What's in a Dream?

Seriously. Tell me. Because I have been having quite the week of crazy dreams vivid enough for me to remember them days later and they've been....stressing me out a bit. It's hard to get a restful night's sleep when you dream like this.

Dreams I've had under cut because of length:

Tuesday Night: We were in the middle of nowhere. Desert sort of landscape. The place where three dirt roads came together. My siblings and I were 'camping' and had pulled over to investigate an old camper trailer that had been left to rot. Typical 'weathered, been sitting here exposed to the elements for ages' type of wear and tear. It was basically a skeleton of a trailer. There was even an old mattress off to the side in the dirt that was more bedsprings than mattress. Mom was there and was like "Okay, let's get in the car." so my siblings and I (3 of us) got in the car/camper and Mom started heading towards the edge of a cliff. As we were more in redrock country now/kinda on the edge of like a Grand Canyon sort of viewpoint. And I was like "Mom, you need to brake" and she was like "I'm just turning around." But she hit the brakes too late and I closed my eyes and steeled myself as the car skidded over the edge of the cliff. Because my eyes were closed I only felt the swooping sensation of falling. But when I opened my eyes again somehow the entire family had got ejected from the car before it crashed somewhere at the bottom and we landed on the side of the red sandstone cliffs which turned out to have a bit of a trail -a sketchy trail with plenty of open air where you had to edge along the side of the cliff and risk a couple of jumps over open air in order for all of us to make it safely back to the top of the cliff. My main injury was a large rose thorn that had embedded itself just above my elbow on my left arm. I pulled it out, leaving a large puncture wound there, as my phone rang. When I picked up it was my "Dad" on video call (said Dad looked like Thomas Sanders) and he was frantically packing a suitcase on the bed -throwing white clothing around- as he was talking to me reassuring me that he was on his way to rescue us and that we're all going to be fine and he'll be on the next flight over.

Wednesday Night: I was with other people in a Aquarium/University/Mall conglomerate building. The idea was to go see a show. Whether it was a movie in the theater or a show in the Aquarium is unclear, but while I was trying to grab food from the food court, someone like a 'big boss' Fury sort of figure informed me that I was a criminal and that they were trying to capture me. So instead of enjoying a show, my life got turned upside down and I had to run away from my family and friends because I didn't know who to trust and I was haphazardly trying to gather 'supplies' because I was like only 15 or so in the dream and didn't have access to everything regular adults did so I was scrambling to find money and gather clothing and my photographer cousin ended up running into me while I was on my college campus and secretly trying to help me out, but we couldn't meet for long as I was constantly running through the hallway like areas between buildings filled with grass and trees and windows that you could look inside to the classrooms and such.

Thursday Night: Me and a guy were walking along the banks of a pond when we saw this male figure (who looked kinda like the human version of Frankenstein from Hotel Transylvania 4) with half his body covered in a grey/brown mud dragging himself along the bank like a zombie sort of creature. He was doing this in a successful attempt to scare me and the other guy away from the reeds of the pond/lake we were at because (POV switch) I -the square jawed handsome guy- had just killed my wife. How I killed her? No idea. Her body (she looked like the mother from Gilmore Girls) looked like she'd been lounging on the couch and had just died. One hand propped under her head, a smile still fixed on her face even as her unseeing eyes stared at me. But there were no signs of injuries. No obvious cause of death. She was just dead. And me -the husband- decided the best way to hide the body would be to bury her in mud in the reeds of a lake, but as I was finishing the burial, I could hear this couple walking nearby, so I smeared mud on the left side of my body and began dragging myself over to them to act like a ghost or zombie so that it would scare them away. But (POV switch) I -the girl- decided that I'd had enough of creepy zombie people and returned to my dormitory (which reminded me of Hogwarts) to change my clothes and return to class. Only, when I tried to go take a shower, the girls showers were full. So I decided that I would go get clean in the boy's area. So I walked, basically naked with only a towel covering my bottom half but my top exposed through the hallways filled with guys who were standing there flummoxed that I was walking around like that and that I didn't seem to care (I did, I was just putting on an act) that I was walking around half naked in their presence.

Friday Night: I was in my bedroom, which was located on the North side of the house/apartment I lived in. I was in a basement room, in the back corner of the house with the driveway next to one window, and the backyard was behind the west one. I could hear a guy outside moving around and occasionally going into the backyard to 'do his business' aka pee on our walls. It turns out some college guy was using the driveway -which was between my house and the neighbor's house (but reminded me of my grandmother's driveway up in Wyoming) as a camping spot with a tent and everything. Which we couldn't have him there because we kinda needed the driveway to park our cars in, and when my roommate A came downstairs to talk to me about the issue, we heard the guy come down behind the house again to pee on our walls, but when he finished there was a cop there who arrested him for trespassing, but also ended up arresting Roommate A because apparently the 'special insect killer' pesticide she used to protect the plants growing on the side of our house carried an ingredient that was spelled something like "Beilium" and that was in fact a poison to humans so the cops thought that she was purposely planning to kill people because as the college students of the forensic's class told us when at least four of them descended on me and Roommate A and Roommate T that in our applications to live in the place we'd put various gothic things like ...idk... "Love tombstones, Wanna dance on graves. Best roommates are the dead ones." etc. But all three of us had filled these out in that way just to show that we had a different sort of humor compared to the other people in the area as we didn't want just 'anyone' to join us in the house to be our roommate and so the three of us had to convince these college aged investigator people that we weren't actual killers, and this was happening in my room/the kitchen so I was puttering around and grabbed a beaded bracelet of like a phoenix where the bird was 3D in beads sitting on top of the bracelet, but the bracelet was made of a tinfoil/blanket material and it folded out and became this big blanket and I was struggling to fold it back up into it's original bracelet shape (I think the colors were red and silver? maybe gold?) but it refused to fold that small and end up covering like my entire arm instead of just my wrist. I ended up giving up in favor of us taking the college students -who were outside with us talking about where they were meeting for their college graduation and basically saying "we don't know but we'll know when we know" as the closing ceremony would be happening 'soon' but first we would go grab a bite to eat and we cycled through the options but I ended up seeing Roommate A/ my sister sitting at a table of an 'Arby's so we went inside to order food to continue our discussion, but as we sat at the table the lights around us flashed three times. Which was code for "Active Shooter in the building." Everyone around us froze, counting the flashes and such and when I looked up there was a 'gunman' standing in front of the counter, with two fast food workers in black standing among the customers seated around eating their food trying to talk the gunman down. There was a buzzing in my ears making it so I couldn't understand what the shooter was saying, but the basic gist was that he would ask each person a question and if they didn't answer it right, he would shoot them. So there was "Garbled question" then BANG. Garbled question. Another BANG. And I was staring at my Cousin A who was sitting at the very front with wide eyes staring at the gunman as he turned to her to ask her a question---

Saturday Night: I had just arrived at work and was preparing to go clean the cat adoption center, only as I came into the room it turned out the adoption group we were partnered with had dropped off like 40 cats/kittens into the room. But instead of trying to fit them all into the ten cages we had, they'd placed like maybe twelve of them in the cages and then left the rest of the cats out to freely roam around the tiny adoption area, though the group had left their traveling carriers around with the doors open so the cats could seek shelter if needed,but they'd left the door to the adoption center open as well meaning that the cats could have free access to the rest of the store. However for whateve reason they had basically stuck to their enclosure. So I didn't have to worry about finding any cats elsewhere they were in this area. And one of the cats was this adorable black kitten that, when it moved, the light would catch on the fur reflecting a shimmering green peacock coloration. (the eyes on the feathers) in the fur. The kitty even had some peacock feathers along its tail. And I knew my sister would love this cat as she loves peacocks and wanted to get a cat but couldn't because her husband didn't want one, but I pulled out my phone to try and take a picture of the kitty to send to her to see if this would be the cat that would finally convince her to go ahead and get a cat, only I couldn't get a good picture because all these people kept coming into the store. First it was a huge class of like pre-schoolers/kindergartners. Then it was a group of older adults with special needs, as well as a group of people who looked to have come from a nursing home, and each group tried to come into the adoption area -which was filthy because there were cats out of their cages so there was cat littler everywhere and some of it had gotten wet from spilled water bowls and mixed from spilled food bowls so it wasn't the safest/cleanest place to be at the moment as I hadn't had time to clean the room yet. And to top it off, it was only like 7:30 in the morning. So we weren't even OPEN yet. We didn't open until NINE. So I had to fend off each group -which all had the same feisty Karen woman (who looked like our 'favorite' red headed regular customer we get into the store (she's difficult to work with)) and inform them that they couldn't be in the store at this time because we were still closed and for their safety they would need to leave. So I had to tell the group of thirty children and their six adult minders, and then the group of special needs visitors with their tenders, and then the group of nursing home people and their nurses that we were CLOSED and to leave and NONE of them were happy to hear that. But like...they were the ones who'd snuck into the building through the door of our vet clinic and not through the main store doors. So I told them to come back later. That no they couldn't see the cats as I couldn't have them in the room while I was cleaning, and that they needed to leave. No one was happy to hear that, and in the process somewhere i lost my phone and found it again in a classroom. But as I was trying to gather the supplies to clean the cages while sending people away these two girls approached me looking for replacement lightbulbs for their reptile cages and they couldn't find them. Which...we still weren't open for the day, but I ended up leading them to a little outside giftshop area where we kept our Christmas decorations -leading them through a random loading dock area filled with people working on stocking the store and such- and showed them where the lightbulbs were -though I didn't see them at first as they'd changed locations and I only found them as we were about to head down the stairs and back outside- so I was showing each customer the lightbulbs they would need for their individual lamps----

And yah....

Those are the dreams I've had this past week.

Overall my takeaway is that every aspect of my life is somehow stressing me out currently. Yaaaay.

#stilledreams #dreams #I don't even know how to tag this #but beware the dreams are rather crazy #vent post in a way because AHHHH #i like dreams as much as the next person #but this is getting to be a bit much

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My Little Monster

(Summary: You're an insatiable energy stealing demon who likes negativity, Yoongi is a very negative nelly. Happy halloween month!)

warning! mentions of death, killing, slight suicidal thoughts (not rly but just beware ok)- don't read this one if you're triggered by any of these things please!

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There comes a day in every little girl's life where all her dreams come true. For most women, it's the day they get married, or grow boobs, or have their first kiss.

Yours was a little different.

Yours was the day that you, a half-demon who enjoyed feeding off of negative energy in the form of killing people, hit the mega-load when you met the angriest man you had ever come across in your many years of existence: Min Yoongi.

"Who are you?"

You smiled, clasping your hands behind your back, deceptively innocent. That was a hard question to answer. Who are you? What are you? How did you get here? They were all the same overused reactions of every human who you crossed paths with.

"Doesn't matter," You said simply. "What matters more is why you're giving off such a negative energy. You're lucky it's just me. Could've been worse, you could've attracted something much more sinister."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The boy in front of you said, more alarmed than before. You rolled your eyes and looked around- his room was cluttered, things thrown around carelessly. You turned back to the boy, small frame, cat eyes, full lips. He looked young, maybe around the age you turned into a demon at. You had no idea what someone so young was doing wishing someone else dead so intensely, but if he hadn't had such hatred on his mind then you wouldn't be here right now.

Because that's how it worked- people thinking about evil deeds attracted evil things, namely: you. You weren't quite human but you weren't a full fledged demon either, rather something in the middle, bending and swaying the rules of nature as you saw fit. You narrowed your eyes, leaning in towards him, "I'm talking about that nefarious little plot you're cooking up in your head. Who do you want dead?"

The boy blanched, jaw falling open before he shoved his body back against the wall in fear. He reacted viscerally to his innermost thoughts being exposed, as they all did. It always made you laugh, how scared humans were of everything when the biggest threat to their own existence was humans themselves.

"Don't worry," You assured, "I'm on your side here. You probably have a great reason for wanting whoever it is dead. You seem normal enough, there's no dead animals anywhere in here so... you can't be that crazy."

The boy didn't settle at your words, sliding down to a seated position on the floor, "I- What are you?"

You sighed and put your hands on your hips, staring down at him with an exhausted expression, "You can call me whatever you want- a demon, a monster, a pretty girl. It doesn't matter to me. Long story short, you've been thinking about killing someone. Let me do it for you- you skip jail time, I get a good meal out of it. Mutually beneficial, how about it, sexy?"

You added the pet name at the end for fun, but he really was sexy. Even scared shitless like he was now, you liked his hair and the shape of his nose. You liked the slope of his shoulders and the bulky strength to what really was a smaller frame. He looked like he could wrap his long arms around you and squeeze hard. You wondered what he felt like, if he was soft or firm or something in between. Whichever it was- He was pretty.

You liked pretty things.

"Leave me alone," He said stubbornly, "I don't want to kill anyone, I don't know what you're talking about."

You groaned, stomping your foot down indignantly. This was gonna be harder than you thought. Thus began a long journey to get what you wanted, because there was no way you'd let another entity on the hunt for souls snake this chance away from you. You followed the boy, who's name you overheard one day as Min Yoongi. He was a music producer, spent most of his time in a dark room staring at a computer screen surrounded by speakers. It was convenient for you, allowed you to bother him all the time. He was funny too, always mumbling under his breath and glaring at you. You liked messing with him, liked following him around. He used to play whatever track he was working on out loud until he noticed you dancing behind him to the beat shamelessly. You could've sworn it made him laugh, his eyes staying on the way your hips moved for a fraction of a second too long before he turned the music off quickly, telling you to get lost instead.

Now you just sat around idly, sighing dramatically and hovering around him occasionally when you wanted attention from him. You never actually touched him, you wouldn't unless he said it was ok- even evil beings believed in consent (unless you were killing them, obviously).

"Are you just going to follow me around for the rest of my life?" He snapped one day, shoving his headphones off and sending you an annoyed look.

You were perched behind him on the couch he had in his studio, staring at him with wide eyes, "Well, you're giving off pretty strong negative vibes. I happen to feed on negativity, so, yeah. As long as you're this angry, I'll be here...waiting for you to just tell me who you want dead."

"I don't want anyone dead!" He snapped, scrunching his shoulders up dramatically. "C-Can anyone else see you?"

You shook your head, smiling at him sweetly, "Just you, sexy. And I don't believe you, I can feel the anger wafting off of you. It's making my mouth water, that's how strong it is."

"Stop calling me that," Yoongi snapped, unplugging his headphones. "Don't drool on my couch, you're so gross."

You laughed, throwing your head back carelessly. He shook his head in disbelief and mumbled something to himself, taking a deep breath to center himself before looking back at you. "So you're really...a demon?"

You shrugged, surprised he was making conversation with you for once when he had spent the past week ignoring you completely, "Sort of. I'm more of a...person who just happens to feed off of energy instead of food."

"Why do you kill for people?" He asked quietly, staring at his hands. "Do you have to?"

"No," You reasoned, scooting closer to him. "It's energy in general that I need- happiness, sadness, lust- I could use any of it. But I don't really like having to find someone to have sex with every single time I get hungry and killing people is just way more potent. You know how much energy a person releases when they die? Like, a crazy amount. Lasts weeks for me."

"Don't you get sick of being around negativity?"

You stopped, blinking rapidly. No one ever really asked you that question. You frowned, leaning back into the couch and crossing your arms pensively. Yoongi noticed a break in your usual overzealous personality and raised his eyebrows, tilting his head slightly. It was too quiet in this room. You looked around, suddenly feeling nervous.

You didn't like feeling nervous.

"God, you're so annoying," You snapped, frowning at him angrily. "Asking all of these questions when you won't even answer one of mine- who do you want me to kill?"

Yoongi licked his lips and looked at you blankly, eyebrows raised in a way that made you want to strangle him. You screamed out in frustration, not caring about your volume since no one but him could see or hear you anyway. He flinched slightly but didn't give the name up, which only made you angrier. You stomped a foot down and flashed out of the studio dramatically, thoroughly annoyed.

Who did that guy think he was? Maybe you should just forget about him, even if he had the most energy you had ever seen in your many, many years of being on earth. You spent the next two days focusing on the dozens of other people in the city who were also thinking about killing someone, all of them giving up their enemies' names almost instantly, even thanking you after the job was finished. This was how it was supposed to be, simple, wicked, methodical.

So why did you find yourself wondering where Yoongi was directly after finishing your last kill.

You rubbed your eyes tiredly, an after-meal grogginess setting in. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and lay there for awhile, half-demons needed sleep too, you know. You didn't normally get like this, usually killing 5 people in two days would be enough to charge you up for weeks, months, even. But for some reason, it wasn't working. There was a pit in your stomach that told you it was because fear and sadness weren't emotions that you craved. It was another kind of feeling that your body wanted.

Yoongi was harder to find this time. He wasn't giving off the same energy, the anger was there, but it wasn't the level that he was before. How had it faded so fast? What happened to the person he wanted dead? You found him at home this time, his apartment still a place unexplored much by you considering the fact that he was a workaholic, just like you. He had a beer in one hand and a blunt in the other, jumping in surprise when you appeared in front of him.

"Holy fuck- you're gonna give me a heart attack," He yelled, glaring at you.

You sneered at him, rolling your eyes, "That's not how I kill people."

You looked around his apartment- it was clean, minimalist but cozy. There was a dog pen in the corner and you wondered if he had a pet. That was cute, where was it? You got distracted picturing Yoongi cuddling a puppy, walking closer to the pen and frowning when you found it empty.

"I- I thought you left," Yoongi said behind you, watching you frown down at the empty space before turning back to him. You raised your eyebrows expectantly- did he miss you? "I mean, I thought I got rid of you."

Damn.

You smiled slightly at him, shrugging your shoulders, "I'm here to ask you again."

"I don't want to kill anyone," He insisted, collapsing on his couch and taking a slow drag of the blunt in his hand. You watched the smoke billow out around him and sat next to him, leaning towards him. "Are you sure your anger detector isn't off?"

"I'm beginning to think it's completely broken actually," You mumbled. He frowned, sending you a confused look that you ignored. You leaned closer to him, feeling an energy you couldn't really place radiating off of him. It wasn't anger, but it wasn't exactly lust either. You hadn't ever felt this before, but it was strong and your stomach grumbled slightly as you scanned his figure with your eyes, getting stuck on the way his fingers flicked the ash off his blunt and then brought it up to his lips slowly, taking another hit with his eyes trained on yours. "Tell me why you were so angry before."

He stayed silent for a second, french inhaling his hit and then wiggling his eyebrows at you humorously. You raised your eyebrows teasingly, breaking the tension for a moment before he sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, "I was angry at myself."

"Huh?" You snapped.

"You asked who I wanted dead- I didn't want to die, obviously. I was just...over everything." He shrugged. "I was having a lot of writer's block, went days without talking to anyone."

You sat back suddenly, realizing the mistake you had made. Guilt washed over your body, another feeling you weren't comfortable with. "I'm so sorry," You said quickly, "I am so sorry. That- I mean, I didn't know. I shouldn't have followed you around."

Yoongi laughed, setting the blunt down in favor for the beer in his hand, "Don't you kill people for a living?"

But I'd never kill you.

You stared at the ground, pushing the thought away because you didn't understand it. You didn't like humans, which is why you liked killing them. They were rude, and annoying, and fickle. This one was different though, this one...you liked this human.

"Don't apologize, you made the feeling go away, actually." He sighed, "Hadn't you noticed I was working the entire time you were with me? Something about being haunted by you is particularly inspiring, I guess. You're pretty bad at your job."

"Clearly," You agreed, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you. "I guess I don't have to ask you the question anymore."

"I have questions for you, though." Yoongi said, eyes boring into you. You raised your eyebrows expectantly, prompting him to ask. "Can- If I reached out a hand right now, would I be able to touch you?"

You nodded silently, watching him set down his beer and reach towards you slowly, fingers brushing your shoulder lightly. You felt heat where he touched you, igniting your skin so quickly you gasped loudly, leaning towards him. You pouted when he reached for your hair instead, twirling a piece around his long fingers delicately with a smirk on his face.

"You seem different- did you...eat?" He asked quietly, eyes trained on the piece of hair he was weaving in and out of his fingertips.

You nodded silently again, hoping he'd touch you again, "It was completely unsatisfying. It didn't...let's just say, it didn't make my mouth water."

"Didn't have the same effect on you as I do, huh?" He smiled, looking at you with a knowing glint in his eye.

You blinked rapidly, reaching your own hand out and looking at him for approval, which he gave in the from of a slightly nod. You flattened your palm over his heart, solid mass under your touch. You felt electrified even touching him through the thin fabric of a t-shirt, smiling happily at the warm feeling sweeping through your hand and up your arm. If this was how you felt without direct contact, you could only imagine what it would feel like to...

"You said you could feed off of whatever energy you wanted, before- right?" He mumbled, scooting closer towards you so that his face was inches away from yours, electric charges pushing and pulling the pair of you near each other like magnets. "I vaguely remember lust being mentioned?"

"Y-yeah," You stuttered, staring at his lips as if that would will him to kiss you. You didn't have that ability, unfortunately. All you could do was take what he gave you, whether that was hate or love was up to him.

"Theoretically, if we just slept together when you needed energy- would you have to kill anyone else ever again?" He mused, eyes heavy with intention.

You froze, eyes staring up at him in surprise. Would he do that? You've heard of other things like you surviving off of similar relationships, but it was high maintenance and required a level of devotion you didn't believe was possible, which was why most half-demons settled for fucking anything in sight. But the energy Yoongi was giving off was different- you wouldn't settle for anything other than him. If you couldn't have him like this, you'd rather just kill for energy and be unsatisfied forever instead of fucking anyone else.

"That's asking for a lot," You reasoned, "I would require a constantly supply of...you."

"Let's test it out," He shrugged.

You were about to argue but his lips were on yours suddenly and you felt like your entire body was set on fire, a shudder going through your body as he grabbed the back of your neck roughly and pulled you to him.

You wound your arms around his neck, whimpering when you felt the steel of his cock pressing into your abdomen, climbing over him to straddle his lap. You wanted more of him, as much of him as he'd give you. You'd swallow him whole and it still wouldn't be enough. His arms circled your waist, a large hand gripping your ass and the other coming up to the back of your head, holding you against him. He pressed his forehead against yours, "Close enough?"

"Not nearly," You mumbled, pressing your lips against his roughly. You didn't do slow- you withered under his touch, impatient hands smoothing over his firm body. Strong shoulders, rippling muscles, warm heat- you hadn't felt this amount of lust ever in your entire life. No- it wasn't lust, this was an entirely new beast.

You moaned against his lips, tongue dragging against your lower lip like a match against strike paper. Your head was spinning and you felt so overwhelmed you were about to pass out, feeling the strong muscle slide into your mouth and tangle with your own tongue, thrusting into your mouth with a familiar pattern. He groaned against you, hand still kneading your ass as yours squeezed his biceps sharply.

"Is killing still more potent than me?" He grumbled, teeth biting down on your lip as a punctuation, pleasure racing through your bloodstream.

You pulled back slightly, pushing your face against his neck obstinately, "No- not even close. We have to stop here if you can't promise me this will happen again. I- I'm gonna get addicted."

"I have every intention of having you again and again," He clarified, sinking a hand into your hair, letting you hide your face from him for a moment. "I can't promise you forever, I'm only human. I want you now, though. I'll want you tomorrow and the next day. I promise- it'll happen again."

You pulled away from him and stared at him, trying to see if there was any trace of a lie in his eyes. There wasn't- only bare vulnerability.

"Touch me," You whispered, your tone leaning more towards begging than you had intended to. His hands pulled away from your body and cupped your face, fingers stroking your cheeks with a softness you weren't used to.

You weren't used to humans treating you like this, like you were the fragile one. Yoongi was the one who could get hurt in this, you were the one who murdered people- so why was he the one with the upperhand right now?

Why were you so okay with it?

Your face felt warm where he held it, comforting, in a way that had you smiling at him, nose scrunching up slightly. He smiled back and moved a hand to your lower back, gently lowering you so that you were laying on the couch. He pulled his shirt off over his head and you made grabby hands towards him, "Skin- on me, now." You ordered, pulling your shirt off quickly.

He laughed and laid on top of you, bodies pressed against each other. You kissed him needily, hoping you could have this forever, hoping he'd want you forever. Yoongi pulled away too quickly and you whined, Yoongi reprimanding you in the form of a sharp pinch to your side, which you enjoyed a little too much. You couldn't see his face but you could tell he was smiling, kissing down the length of your body and stopping when he got to your breasts, heavy with need and nipples hard.

He laved a tongue over your breasts, smiling even harder against your skin when you let out a shaky moan. He drew your nipple into your mouth, rolling the aching bud over with his tongue. Your hips rocked against him, trying to relieve the tension you were holding in your body. You wondered where his hands were going until you felt his touch around your pussy, pushing under the waistband of your pants and dipping inside to find you wet, "Already?"

"You're giving off a lot of energy, ok?" You snapped, your next sarcastic comment dying when he sunk two fingers into your sex, stretching you well.

"Yeah- my energy, whatever." He laughed, eyes locked on your face with cocky satisfaction. "Maybe once you switch diets you'll behave."

"I-I'm not a pet," You whined, having a hard time carrying a conversation when his thumb was rubbing against your clit.

"Oh?" He asked, quirking his eyebrows slightly. "You don't want to be my pet? You don't want to belong to me?"

Whatever response you should've had died on your tongue, bowing into his body, hand tightening around his hair and yanking hard. He hissed in pain, glaring down at you slightly before pinching your clit in response. You glared back at him but forgave him as soon as he smoothed his fingers through your folds nicely, pulling out of you completely a moment after. You watched him pull his slick fingers to his lips and suck, jaw falling slack- Christ, you wanted him bad.

"Take your pants off," He ordered, free hand already snapping the button off of his own jeans. You followed his command quickly, looking back up at him with wide eyes after, dropping your gaze to his cock a moment after. Thick, veiny, and pink all over. You could see the glossy sheen of pre-cum on the tip as his erection rested lazily against his lower belly, your vision going red for a moment. You felt your mouth salivate and you blinked blankly at his cock, rendered speechless.

"Again- don't drool on my couch," he snapped, gripping your thighs in his hands and splitting your legs roughly, "Keep your legs spread for me, baby."

"You're a menace- are you sure you're not part demon?" You snapped,finding your words.

"Do I have to use a condom?" He frowned, ignoring you with one hand gripped around his cock, stroking himself slowly as he lined himself up with your pussy.

You shook your head and laughed, laying your head back on the couch, "Nope- not a human, can't get pregnant."

"Good," He grunted, "Wanna fuck you the right way- give you what you need."

"Y-yeah, I need it," You agreed, bracing yourself as he thrust himself into you in one smooth motion. You moaned loudly, not caring how embarrassing it was that he had this effect on you when he was this hard and this big and was filling you this amazingly. He let out out a guttural groan sinking into you.

"You feel so fucking g-good," He groaned, face screwing up. "You're a god- you feel so good around me."

God? Close- but not quite.

An unreadable expression came over Yoongi's face, hovered above you with a rapturous look on his face, tugging your legs around his waist to give him more control, as if he didn't already have it all. You felt lost, weak, your entire body melting into his searing touch, hands closing over your breasts and kneading roughly. Yoongi leaned down towards you, lips resting against yours, "I think I'm okay with you being addicted to me."

"O-okay," You nodded weakly, eyes glazed over. His hair was damn and sticking to his forehead, skin still burning against yours. How was he so warm? Why did you still want more of him?

He slammed into you again and kissed you, tongue first. "Have you ever felt this good, this pleased?"

"N-no," You sobbed, feeling tears build in your eyes. He kissed you sloppily, fucking your mouth at the same pace as he fucked your pussy. A new wave of heat passed over you and you felt your pussy drench his cock, pulsing uncontrollably with each thrust of his cock. Each stroke brought you closer to orgasming but you wanted to hold on for him, wanted this to last forever but the words Yoongi was saying in your ear were making you spin.

"Cum," He ordered, feeling your pussy tighten around him to an almost painful limit. It's not enough- having him once, cumming once. It's not enough. You felt panic boil up in your body, nervous that this was the last time you'd feel this way, the last time he'd want you like this, until his hand closed around your throat, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I said, cum."

It was all you needed to shove you off the cliff you had been dangling off of. Yoongi pressed his body into yours, giving you as much of him as he could as he came with you, filling you to the brim. You whimpered his name softly, tears flowing freely as your muscles spasmed, milking him for as long as he'd let you before he pulled out of you. You felt his cum drip out of you and he rolled off the couch, landing on the soft carpet with a soft 'thud', grabbing you by the arm so you tumbled down with him, cheek landing on his bicep.

You laid on top of him, sweaty and heart beating erratically for a moment. You listened to him breath, feeling more alive than ever. This is what it was supposed to feel like when you were full- so, incredibly full.

"Are you satiated?" He asked lamely, still slightly out of breath. "Nice and fed?"

You lifted your head, sending him a pointed look, "Yeah, I am."

"Great." He smiled, "Glad we tested that out- you can just go ahead and stop killing people now, just fuck me instead."

You stared at him, wide eyes. He looked back at you and smiled, eyes crinkling in a sincere way that made you want to cry all over again, "Okay...but I'm warning you now, I can be insatiable."

"I don't see that being a problem," He assured, closing his eyes with a sleepy smile on his face. "I'll keep up, don't worry about it."

You nodded eagerly and laid your head down on his chest, humming happily when you felt the warm seep through your cheek.

"You wanna go again now?" You joked, earning a light pinch to your side.

"Don't get greedy," He snapped, his words sharp but his hand drifted to your pussy, already playing with your folds softly. You sighed happily, adjusting your position so he had better access to you.

Maybe this would work out after all.

#bts smut #yoongi smut #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #yoongi one shot #yoongi fic #yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x oc #demon!au #demon!OC #demon!bts

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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WORDS:1200+

RATING: M

SUMMARY: Beware of demons baring gifts

WARNINGS: toys, lingerie kink, begging, fingering, daddy kink, fucking on desks AO3

The box had arrived at your door that morning. With a note from Lucifer.

It wasn’t the first time you had received a gift of lingerie from the other. The Avatar of Pride loved to see you in lovely lacey things, which you were happy to oblige. However, usually, when he gave you a present, he was around to watch you try it on. It was odd for him to send you this, with only a note of ‘wear these when you go to school today’ in his elegant handwriting, and not be around to enjoy it.

Still, you think nothing of it and put the panties on. They were a gift from Lucifer; and besides which they felt very expensive. You wouldn’t dream of not putting them on like he asked.

Slipping your old panties off from under your skirt and new panties on, you pause for a moment to admire the new look in your mirror while your skirt was up. Of course they also fit like a glove. You blush a little while thinking of Lucifer picking them out for you, and get a thrill of excitement at being able to show him later.

That, you thought, was the end of it for now.

How foolish you had been.

After you put the panties on, you began to feel a dull humming against your core. It was very faint, at first. To the point that you thought that you had imagined it or you were just still excited about seeing Lucifer later. But, no. The vibration got stronger and your panties were most certainly moving against you.

Like you said, it started out faint at first. But as the day went on it got stronger and stronger.

Your once thoughtful present was slowly becoming a curse! The vibration driving you crazy. Alternating between frictions. Applying pressure before backing off. Over and over again but never getting you further than the edge before they pulled you back.

For a brief moment, more than once, you thought about taking the panties off. But that left you with an odd predicament though. One) obey Lucifer and keep the panties on, and continue to go crazy, or Two) take them off and be bare naked under your skirt for the rest of the day. What was a poor girl to do? By the end of the day people were starting to notice your distress. The brothers all asked if you were alright, but what could you tell them? That their wonderful eldest brother was tormenting you with, what you have to assume now, were magic panties that wouldn’t let you cum? You’d rather eat glass.

Once classes were over, you make a beeline for Lucifer. Your legs were shaky the more you walked. You may have gone completely crazy, but you think the vibration was getting stronger the closer you got. It wasn’t out of the question though. By the time you reached the door, you were sure you looked like you were strung out. Desperate to cum and take these panties off.

Meanwhile he looked just looked cool, calm, and collected behind his desk.

“Hello [Y/N]. Did you have a nice day at school?”

“Let me take these off!” You beg. Stumbling into his office to lean against the front of Lucifer’s desk. Your legs about to give out at any moment.

The demon just smiled and sat his pen down. “Oh? Your present? I thought you would like them.”

“I do. I mean I….I don’t…I…” You couldn’t think straight. All you could think about was the throbbing in your pussy. The need to cum so bad you could taste it on the back of your tongue. “L-Lucifer….Daddy please….please have mercy….”

The demon again smiled, but stood up this time. “I’m sorry, my pet. Perhaps I was a little too cruel today.” He said as he walked around the desk to stand behind you. His presence and smell overwhelming. Only amplified by him slipping his hand up your skirt. “But you were a good girl today. Despite my being cruel, you kept my present on and didn’t cum at all without my permission, did you?”

“N-No…” You reply. Wildly shaking your head while your hips wildly buck into his hand. Him just cupping you through the panties enough to drive you insane. “I…I was a good girl.”

“Indeed you were,” he agreed, “and good girls deserve rewards.” His hand slipped past the barrier of your panties and fingers inside you. Two of them. Easily able to push in with how wet you were from hours long edging. “Cum for me.”

You immediately shiver in his grasp and cum around his fingers. So hard that your vision sees stars. Your body gave out after that. Slumping against the hardwood of his desk as it just gave up the fight to stand.

“Well. Isn’t this a pretty picture?” Lucifer crowed behind you. Your vision hadn’t righted yet, but you were sure you saw him smirking when you looked back, along with the sound of his belt. “Is it time for Daddy to get a present as well?”

You still couldn’t form words yet. Your brain was still fried. All you could do was grunt and lift your hips. Consenting in the most base, animal way possible for him to fuck you.

There was a sound of more rustling fabric. And then he was inside of you.

Like with his fingers it was incredibly easy for him to enter you. With how wet and pliable your pussy was from cumming, it was easy for him to thrust in to the hilt. You moan when he did. Your orgasm a moment ago fantastic, but this was what you wanted. To be filled up inside. For him to hit you deep in those places no one else could reach. “Gods. Your pussy is so wet baby.”

“Mmmm….Daddy….” You moan. Voice stuttered from his thrusts and able to only form the most basic concept of words. “More! More! Fuck me more!”

“Such a greedy little girl.” He jeered lightly, but still doing as you ask, as he thrust into you. “Perhaps you deserve a spanking.”

“Yes! Yes! Spank me Daddy!” You yip when he does just that, followed by your whole-body shuttering from it.

“Are you going to cum again baby girl?”

“Y-Yes. Yes! I’m gonna cum again Daddy. Can I cum?” You open your eyes to look over your shoulder at him. Begging him with your eyes. “Let me cum for you Daddy.”

Lucifer growled, pulling you up by your hair to kiss you messily from behind. “Cum.” He ordered into your mouth and you were instantly cumming around his cock.

The demon followed suit after. Filling you up before he pulled out. Shooting the last bit of himself on your leg. “That’s my good girl.” He praised as he pet your head. A warm feeling passing through you at the gesture. “Next time Daddy will have to get you a matching bra and panty set.”

#;pen & paper (fanfiction)#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #obey me smut #imagine #scenarios #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines

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jangdeok-su · 3 years

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What if Deok-Su had a crush on the reader while they’re dating Han Mi-Nyeo (ftm reader or gn reader idc)

Deok-Su crushes on you during his relationship with Han Mi-Nyeo (Headcanon)

you've seen crazy stuff in these games, but then the couple Deok-Su and Han Mi-Nyeo is the thing that exceeds you the most

the angry and the hysterical, it feels like a joke

as soon as you saw them holding hands you rolled your eyes

you often made fun of them with your friends

"for how much they kill each other before the end of the games" laughs a friend, "for the whole jackpot" you answered and you burst out laughing

"laugh less loudly, he's looking at you" his friend whispered to you, you hardly dared to look up to face his

his icy gaze was on you, "even when he looks at you it looks like he already loves you more than she does" and you continued to laugh

"you can stop watching" Mi-Nyeo told him, she stroked his hair, "eh baby I'm the only one who matters" he rolled his eyes

"When we're out, will you promise to give me the life I deserve?" he huffed and pulled her hand away from his hair

"I already told you to stop touching me like that in front of everyone, damn" he got up and he got into the highest bed

this time it was Mi-Nyeo's turn to stare at you, she made a face at you and walked towards you

you knew it was the beginning of the problems for you

"can I know what you're doing with my boyfriend? You think I can't see you've been looking at him for a while now, bitch" she screamed at you, she asked you to you get up

"uh, I think there is a mistake because-" as soon as you spoke she had already hit you in the face, but a thud was heard in this refurbished dormitory

"can I know what you are doing, fucking crazy?" »Yelled Deok-Su who had jumped out of bed to land on the ground, he walked towards you and got between you two

everyone gasped, eyes were on you three

"i can know what's wrong with you Deok-Su, you promised to protect me and you dress yourself in front of me and this garbage" she gave you a look full of hatred

"I don't give a fuck about what I promised you, don't touch her anymore" he yelled, at the end of his nerves, "enough your whims every 5 minutes" he pushed her violently

not knowing what to do she just looked at you, angry and she left to recover towards the members of the group, while Deok-Su comes back in a bed

"you were really hot, this one is not clear" your friend tells you while wiping your wounds

"I think she really loves him" you tell her, "I think she really loves him but he doesn't like her at all, but he must have promised her so many things he dare not not leave her" you added

"he defended you, he who hits everyone he defended you, maybe he wants to use you for something, beware" your friend advised you, "or he likes you" he laughed

for the days that followed, this couple was still the most unexpected pick of the games, but the mood was tense

she is still perched on his arm while he seems thoughtful

he looks at you before her to take people in his team, and she hits him on his arm when she realizes that he is still looking at you

he never hits you during nights or during fights and he always orders his limbs not to hit you, "and why not?" Mi-Nyeo suggested, he brings his face closer to hers, "that's how it is, if you touch her it is you that I risk not touching the toilet again" and he smiled at her joke and she made a face of displeasure

when he chose you in his tug-of-war team rather than her, she understood

"but baby why you take her, it doesn't make sense, your group is all men and-", "shut up" he yelled throwing her back with his arms, "my team is complete so go find another one"

she hardly gets up, staring at you, her eyes full of tears, she still pained you, but having the strength of Deok-Su on your side was something you liked

you had no difficulty beating the team, in the elevator you ask Deok-Su why he took you instead of his girlfriend, "she's not my girlfriend, I just love that she fucks me but she loves me really well I think "he sighed in, disgust

"I dream of a ordeal where when I get into the dorm his bed is empty" and he smiles with stars in his eyes, you frowned, "yes but why me?" you ask him again

"I didn't want you to be in your friend's team, you clearly weren't strong enough" he said before getting out of the elevator and heading back to the dorms

you keep walking with him, "but why don't you leave her, wouldn't that be easier?" you dared to ask him, "listen, I have a head to talk about my feelings, eh?" he threatened you

you swallow and make your way to your bed, "because she's capable of killing the one I love if I leave her" you heard, you turned around and saw Deok-Su by your side

"the one you love?" you suddenly realized that he had chosen you rather than her and everything becomes clear in your head, when you realized that his crush was you, he was already no longer there but with the members of his gang

when Mi-Nyeo comes back from the ordeal, you feel her face tighten again, and her eyes rolled, as she walked over to him, happy to have lived

from that moment everything seems much clearer in your mind and you noticed that he always puts himself in front of you during the meal so that no one passes in front of you and steals your meal

that he is always in the beds where he can easily look at you and see if people are attacking you, that's why he always meets up high

he finds you beautiful but he will never tell you, he thinks of you when he fucks with her

he never lets Mi-Nyeo approach you again and always takes her away from you because he knows she is uncontrollable when she is jealous

he tries to come up to you when she's in the bathroom or busy with other band members, "Deok-Su, when you talk about the person you love, is that me?" you dare to ask him, but you feel that tomorrow's game is going to be difficult

he doesn't let go of his gaze of Mi-Nyeo, ready to leap every moment, as if he was watching his dog, he put his hand on your thigh and leaned gently towards your ear

"if that crazy girl wouldn't have been here I would have made a correct statement to you" and he smiles, "even though I think she's the only one who really wants me" he lowered his eyes but you put your hand on his

"if she hadn't been there, I would have liked to go to the bathroom with you too" you answered her, and you laughed softly

he ordered a member of his gang to take Mi-Nyeo out of sight, to be safe he kissed you savoring every second, as if it was the first and last time in his life that he was going to live that

you didn't expect to experience this one day but you kiss Deok-Su while his hysterical girlfriend is a few meters away, it was probably the most courageous ordeal you have experienced coming here

when your lips came off you wanted more and so did he but he got up, "tomorrow we do the same thing again, i don't want something to happen to you my fault, she is capable of killing you for that "he said with a little fear in his voice

the next day, when you saw that she interlaced Deok-Su on this glass plate, you had a bad presentiment

you hold your breath and you hoped he could let go of that embrace

but when their two bodies fell into the void with a cry of despair, you understood that what he was most afraid was that she would do the same to you

you understand at that moment what he was protecting you from, your eyes filled with tears

when you managed to cross the glass bridge, you didn't know which lucky star was watching over you but you liked to think it was Deok-Su

#jang deok su x reader #deok su #deok su x reader #jang deok su #squid game imagines #squid game #squid game x reader #player 101 #deok-su

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sup-hoes-its-me · 3 years

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Skinny Love (Kakashi x Reader)

A/N: hello again. I'm in love with Kakashi this mans makes me heart go wild I swear. Hope you like seeing him on ur dash lol. Shy reader who is too afraid to confess how she feels to Kakashi. This is only part one and is essentially just fluff. The second part will be all angst and sadness so beware.

Ps. It took me so long to get this one done. I was struggling to find the right words.

Word count: 4000

"Come on, sensei. You like him," Sakura laughed, poking her superior in the arm. The group of women stood outside the training grounds after a day of hanging out and working on their jutsu. On occasion Y/N enjoyed taking the girls out and spending time with them. It was a relief to be away from all that testosterone. If only for a short time.

She just shook her head, smothering down the embarrassment she felt creeping up her neck. Her stomach churned whenever she recognized her feelings for the man. It was just so intense. "I would never feel that way about a coworker, you know that, Sakura."

"But he's not just a coworker to you, is he? He's also your close friend," Ino hummed.

"Perhaps, but haven't I taught you that it's bad to let emotions get in the way of work?"

The blond rolled her eyes, turning to fully face one of her sensei, who she would argue was deeply in denial. "Seriously why does it even matter? Kurenai-sensei and Asuma-sensei literally had a baby together. You should definitely tell Kakashi you like him."

Y/N tossed her head back against the wall, sighing. "Girls, I really don't like him. He's just my friend. He's nice to me and I appreciate that, but that doesn't mean I want to date him or anything." Her voice shook and clearly she had been caught.

She was always so bad at lying.

"Whatever you say, Y/N."

"It's just something I'd rather not dwell on, Sakura. I'm sorry for being so private about it, but it's a sensitive subject for me," the woman confessed, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

"It's okay! You don't have to apologize. We get it! Feelings can definitely be complicated."

"I-I," she started, about to explain herself, but instead she rethought what she was about to say. There was no reason to actually reveal how she felt about the man. These times were tough, and there wasn't any room for making things even more messy with relationship drama. Y/N was more than happy just pretending they were friends and nothing more. As long as she had him just to talk to, she would be fine. As long as he always made it back alive, there was no reason to complain.

"You're right. Feelings are too complicated," she muttered, feeling herself practically deflate as she did so. Y/N was beginning to think she was just the one making everything complicated when it didn't have to be. Skipping around and lying about her feelings. Kakashi wouldn't ditch her if she just said something, she was sure of it.

Just as Sakura was about to reply, the voice of the man in question chimed in from down the path, "Y/N, we were looking for you."

"Yes, the third wheel to our tricycle of youth!"

Y/N felt a smile grow on her lips at the sounds of those voices, especially Gai's exclamation of youth. He was awfully weird, she thought, but that was what kept him so interesting. She turned to face the men walking in her direction. "Kakashi, Gai! What's up? The girls and I were just finishing our training."

"We're going out for drinks and thought you might like to join."

"Sounds great. It's been a long time since the three of us went out. For some reason we never have off at the same time anymore."

"Yeah, it's a shame. Missions have taken over our lives lately," Kakashi said tiredly. It was true. They really never had a second to rest. It was beginning to take its toll. Those were the consequences of war though. "How have you been?"

"Good, I, um..." she began, her eyes trailing up to Kakashi's. He watched back intently, patiently, and she felt something in her chest flutter up. He was always so handsome, she wondered how she could go so long without seeing his face. She just wanted to leap forward and give him a hug, wrap herself up in his warm arms for just a little while. That wasn't an option though, so she settled on some simple words. "I've missed you."

His eyes softened barely enough to be noticeable but she saw. Her heart continued to flutter up in her chest and she sighed, clutching her hands tighter behind her back. No doubt the girls standing just behind her were hyper-analyzing all their interactions, especially after revealing they held an interest in the pair's relationship.

He didn't have the chance to reply though, as Gai was the one to chime in. "Why thank you. I have to say, I've missed you as well, my kunoichi friend."

"Thanks, Gai." Even if the statement wasn't exactly pointed toward him, she was happy she had been missed.

"No problem! Now I hope you young ladies don't mind if we take L/N off your hands."

"No no. It's not a problem, Gai-sensei. I'm sure our moms want us home for dinner anyway. It's getting late after all."

"Yeah, we'll see you later, Y/N-sensei." The pink haired girl waved ss they started to make their way in the opposite direction toward town. Ino paused for a moment though.

"Don't forget what we talked about. You really shouldn't be so shy; it's gonna be okay," she said softly. Y/N sighed, nodding her head as if to say fine. In reality, she wouldn't do anything different. She wasn't feeling very open to changing herself or facing any of her fears. "See you around."

It was kinda sad that Y/N found comfort and support in a bunch of 15 year olds. She was an adult, couldn't she talk to other adults about her problems. These girls were just so accepting and she didn't feel awkward talking about immature things like crushes. Any other adult would just be too wrapped up in their own lives to care too much anyway.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, Kakashi. We were just talking about random stuff. You know how curious they can be."

"You go out there and fight rogue shinobi every week. How could you be shy?" The green beast asked.

"It's really nothing. They're always assuming things about me. I'm reserved, but I wouldn't say I'm shy, per se…" She stopped to think for a quick second, tapping her foot on the ground. "Actually, I would say I'm just more conscious of the things I say and do than most other people. Not a bad thing at all."

Kakashi nodded. "It's good to keep a level head."

"Exactly. I'm Level headed. Thanks, Kakashi."

"Now let's head off to the bar! Sake for everyone!" Gai cheered, throwing his fist up in the air. She nodded, walking up beside the pair as they started off toward the restaurant of their choice, which she hoped was her favorite one with the tastiest fruit juice drinks. She was willing to put out good money to have one good, tispy night of drinks and snacking. It had already been weeks since she had a night off, one time wouldn't break the bank.

She stood to the right of them, just beside Kakashi. Every now and then she found herself drifting just a bit too close to him, her natural gait leaning toward the left. At one point, she found her hand skim dangerously close to his and she snatched it away to keep herself in check. Holding his hand perhaps was a dream of hers but she wasn't going to actually try anything.

It wasn't that she was afraid of Kakashi. Quite the opposite actually. She cared for him so deeply it sometimes made her stomach churn when she thought about it. He was her friend for ages, ever since she could really remember. He was one of the only people she could sit with and feel completely enveloped in a warm comfort, free of judgement and deceit. Gai as well, but Kakashi was different.

Maybe he could be a bit of pervert, and even sarcastic at times, but he was never rude. He had changed over the years from being a know-it-all, little jerk to someone everyone liked and admired, a kind and brave soul.

Unfortunately, it took bouts of death and loss to come about this change, but she wasn't going to ignore it. He was the best man she knew, and it only seemed natural she fell in love with him. He would probably never feel the same way. He had better things to worry about and other women to long for. He didn't have his entire life to wait around for a shy woman like herself. That was okay.

As long as he was alive and well, she would be happy.

Maybe one day she would gather the courage to grab his hand, to run her thumb over his knuckles and feel the callouses against her skin. Maybe one day she would have the courage to confess how she felt. Not now, but one day when she was comfortable.

"You okay?" He asked, pulling her out of her deepening thoughts. "You're walking really slow and uh, your hand…" The man motioned to where she was clutching her wrist against her chest.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just uh, my wrist is sore from training." She worked her hand in a circle, pretending to stretch it out. He rolled his visible eye, knowingly.

"Sure. Always skipping around the real issues."

"I'm really okay. I was just thinking hard about something."

"Anything to do with what you, Sakura, and Ino were talking about?" he suggested, raising a brow.

She groaned. He always knew what she was thinking. It was definitely one of his best and worst qualities depending on the situation. In this case, she felt awkward as she was so lost in thought about him. She felt like a fool. "Maybe it was. But that was girl time and now it's drinking time. Different topics of discussion."

"Well, mind telling me what's got you so caught up? It's gotta be important."

"It's personal."

"Ah, I see. Well, that's fine. When you want to talk about it, I'm always around."

There was silence for a moment, her thoughts running wild in her head. He was so kind, it wouldn't be bad to tell him how she felt. He would let her down easy, surely. And Gai would be there to cushion her embarrassment, no doubt. He would make things less awkward somehow. She was sure of it.

It was crazy. No way she would say anything. Definitely not.

"I'm interested in someone," Y/N found herself blurting out before she could stop herself. She just felt so much pressure building up in her chest and the only way she could relieve that feeling was to tell him something, anything about the predicament she was in. She wouldn't tell him exactly how she felt and about who, but she could vent.

Damn, all this and she didn't even have her first drink. That man really did something to her.

The men stopped in their path, their heads turning their attention solely to her. She felt her neck and cheeks begin to heat up and her palms start to sweat. Why would she say that? Dammit. She really was a fool.

"Really? Who?" Gai asked. "He'd be a fool to reject you, of course, beautiful flower of the leaf! You do not have to worry!"

"Gai...it's really not that simple. He is, um, out of my league, I guess you could say," she muttered nervously, rubbing her palms together to ease her anxiety. "He's just well, I don't know, the perfect guy ever."

She could feel Kakashi tense at her side, and her eyes scanned over him. He didn't look out of the ordinary but his energy had definitely changed. Strange.

"No one is out of your league, don't you dare say something like that! If he doesn't let you down easy, I will use my fists of justice to defend you! Tell me who this mystery man is."

"This is what Ino meant when she said you were being shy. You aren't going to tell him, are you?" Kakashi asked, and she noticed the bit of annoyance in his tone. She wondered if he was just upset she was talking about such silly things when they were ready to start drinking. She felt embarrassed. They were adults. Adults don't talk about this kind of thing. He doesn't want to hear about the guys she's interested in, or how she feels about them. Maybe Gai would be interested in it, but not a cool guy like Kakashi.

"Of course not. Like I said, he would just reject me anyway, there's no point," she told them. "And Gai, I can't just tell you who it is. You know you're a loud mouth; you'd go around telling everyone." She really didn't believe Gai would do that to her. He was far too conscious of others feelings for the most part. She just couldn't risk Kakashi knowing. She would keep it a secret from him.

"Oh come on! Just tell us! I'll help you out, be your wingman!"

"Maybe I'll tell you another time. When I'm more confident in myself."

"Well, what is it that has finally caught out dear friends heart in a web of love? Tell us!" Oh man. He really was nosy sometimes. He meant well, but occasionally he just didn't know when to stop. Kakashi kept his mouth shut because he understood she was getting uncomfortable, that or he was growing annoyed as she suspected.

Regardless, it was nice to get some of this off her chest, even if it was risky business.

"I don't really know. He's smart and considerate, and very brave. He's handsome as well, that's a plus," she smiled, listing off the things she liked about the man standing right in front of her. It felt so exhilarating, talking about her feeling so openly. It was terrifying and relieving at the same time. Y/N exhaled as she thought about him again, "He just makes me feel happy when I'm in my worst moments, that's all. I mean, what else could I ask for?"

"I see! He sounds like a good guy. Can't wait to meet him," he laughed until his eyes widened and he leaned in a bit closer to her face. He pointed his finger at his chest and questioned, "Unless of course, I already know him. It's not me, is it?

She found herself smiling just a little, her lips curving up at the absurdity of it all. "No definitely not. You don't have to worry about that."

"I'm wounded, but I understand. My youthfulness is just too strong for you."

As she thought of something to say, she began to question just why Kakashi hadn't said anything really at all. It was strange of him, letting the other man do all the talking when normally he asked her questions and at least tried to engage. Maybe he was feeling tired or bored with the conversation. She had to change the subject.

"So uh, let's get a move on before all the good booths are taken, yeah?"

"Actually, I'm getting tired. I think I'll just head home for the night, get ready for my mission in two days," the white haired jounin sighed. They both looked over to him, surprised, but Y/N knew why he needed to go. She had upset him somehow. So much for a fun night between the three of them.

"Kakashi, come on! Don't bail on us now!"

She took a step back and her eyes trailed up to his, which were narrowed, not angrily just as if he had been hurt or confused she couldn't tell which. "Oh, are you sure?" Her heart was sinking in her chest seeing him so conflicted.

"Yeah. Got a headache, too."

"Ah, okay. Well, I'll see you around sometime?"

"Yeah."

"Goodbye, rival. Hopefully you are feeling better tomorrow and we can have a real night of drinking indeed!"

And with that, he left to his apartment, leaving the other two behind. She felt her stomach begin to turn uncomfortably, sick from the thought of Kakashi just leaving them like that. He seemed so angry, she couldn't help but think it was all her fault. It wasn't in his nature to act that way.

They had already spent so much time apart already that it was tugging at her heart strings. She felt like they rarely saw each other anymore. For him to be angry at her and leave, that meant they would just see each other even less than before. It seemed like a nightmare come true. She really did miss him, like she had said. She missed the fun they would have together and the conversations they shared. She just missed him and there he went, gone off again without so much as a real goodbye.

The woman clutched at her stomach, feeling the tossing and turning overtake her sense with nausea.

Suddenly, before she could contain herself, tears began dripping down her cheeks, and she sucked in her breath. Hot tears warmed her cheeks, and frantically she wiped them away from her cheeks. Her arms wound around her waist and she hugged herself tightly inward, almost as if she would turn into a ball if she could.

"Y/N, what's wrong?! What happened?"

"It's Kakashi," she whispered, trying to keep herself from crying anymore but it only got worse.

"Kakashi? Because he left? It's okay, we can go drinking another night or-or you and I can just go alone. No problems," he tried to say but it wasn't going to work. She didn't want to go to dinner with Gai and she didn't want to wait until tomorrow, or whatever the next time they would all be together. She was being stupid and selfish, acting like a spoiled little baby with all this crying. She just couldn't stop herself.

"It's not that. There's something I haven't told anyone. I don't know what to do."

"It's gonna be fine whatever it is. Just calm down."

"No, I can't. It's so bad, Gai. I'm in love with him, it's him, and now he's mad at me and I don't know what I did wrong," she confessed, feeling all the words slipping out so easily. How is it that such strong emotions could just cause her to think so irrationally and just let something like this happen? A bout of confessing every feeling she had to her friend who may or may not go and relay all this information to Kakashi. It was stupid. She was just being stupid and reckless.

He nodded carefully, moving to take ahold of her shoulders to steady her. "It's gonna be okay. He's not mad at you, I promise. I know Kakashi and I'm sure he really was just feeling sick."

"Gai, I just...I don't want him to ever leave me, even over something stupid like this."

"Trust me, you don't have to worry about Kakashi leaving you. He would never do something like that. You are one of his closest friends. There's almost nothing you could do to make him do that, especially if you always have good intent at heart. Trust me, you really don't ever need to worry," Gai explained trying his best to reason with her. "You two do everything together. He never stops talking about you! He would never let you go."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am one hundred percent sure!"

"I-I need to go find him. I need to make sure he's not upset with me," she said as she pushed herself away from him. He waved to her as she started in the direction of Kakashi's apartment.

"Goodluck on your mission, Y/N, not that you'll need it."

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Kakashi was just about to enter his apartment when she dashed up the stairs and turned the corner, going so fast she nearly slid into the wall. His eyes widened when he saw her, and he froze in his spot, not turning the key to the door just yet. Her face was flush and chest heaved. He could tell she rushed on her way.

"Y/N, did you run all the way here?"

She stood, catching her breath after just having run all the way across town to find him. Her heart raced as she looked up at him, and she clutched at the railing of the stairs for support. "I wanted to say sorry for whatever I said to make you angry with me. I didn't know I was being insensitive."

"I told you I was sick," he replied, but she knew better. And he knew she did. He wasn't dumb. They knew each other better than that and there was no pretending.

"I could tell that was a lie. I know you were angry and I felt terrible."

"Were you just crying?"

She exclaimed back, holding a hand over her heart to maybe try and ease the racing heartbeat, "Maybe. What about it?! I was hurt that I'd offended my friend, isn't that tear-worthy?" She took a few more deep breaths through her mouth, letting the air fill her up and calm her down. "Why were you so upset?"

"It's not important."

"No, no. It's important to me!"

The man paused, thinking over his next words carefully. He very well knew the real reason he ran away from their conversation like a coward. He actually thought it was obvious. It wouldn't hurt for her to know. He sighed, "If you really want to know. It's because I was tired of hearing about your love life. It's not exactly an entertaining subject."

She knew it but admittedly she would be lying if she said she didn't feel her heart break a little at those words. He didn't care about her feelings enough to just sit there and listen to her talk for a couple minutes? Was she that annoying? So many thoughts ran through her head, and each one made her sad. "I just didn't want to go a whole night with Gai talking about it," he added. "It's nothing to do with you."

"I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have brought it up."

"It's fine," he brushed off her apology. "I'm the one who asked about it in the first place."

"Why- why wouldn't you want to hear me talk about other men? Why would that be a sore subject for you?" She asked, her curiosity spiking up through the roof. It was strange, the whole situation. He had never backed down from a personal chat before, only this time.

He felt like a deer caught in the headlights suddenly. How was he supposed to reply to that without blowing his cover. "I just don't like the whole romance thing."

But they both knew that was a lie. He read romance for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But if he wanted to keep his secrets, she would let him. There was no need to pry. She just hoped he would trust her enough in the future to explain what he meant. Secretly, she wished that it was because he was jealous. That he didn't want to hear about another man because he wanted to be that guy, her lover. It was a wild thought, a hopeless theory meant to be thrown out, but she could fantasize.

"Kakashi, we're still good? As friends and all? You'll go out with me and Gai another time then?"

He nodded, his lips quirking up into just a tiny smile. It was characteristic for her mind to go straight to the worst case scenario. He replied, "Of course. Like I said, it's not that bad. Don't worry about it."

"Okay. I'm glad. I really thought I messed up this time."

"I don't think there's anything you could do to make me hate you," he sighed, leaning his shoulder against his door frame. "The day I let you go is the day I die, Y/N."

She smiled, closing her eyes and finally taking a relaxed breath. It was done. He wasn't angry at all. He still cared for her and everything else she could hope for. As long as they could remain friends, it was all gonna be okay. She laughed, "That's what Gai said. Should have listened to him, huh?"

The both nodded and suddenly they were enveloped in a peaceful silence for a while. She stared down at her feet and he watched her quietly, admiring the way she could be so miserably shy yet so adorable at the same time.

"Do you wanna go catch dinner? Or uh, just drinks like we originally planned, if you want," he asked, running his hand through his hair. Her eyes brightened at the question, and he'd be stupid not to notice the new shine in them.

"Do you want to go find Gai first?"

"Actually, how about it just be you and me this time? We'll catch Gai tomorrow morning for breakfast instead."

"Two meals in two days...I'm not made of money."

"It's on me. Don't worry about it."

"Oh, jeez. So nice of you, Kakashi. Thank you! Where are we going?" she asked happily, walking up to him and rolling back in the balls of her feet.

"Wherever you want to go."

"I feel like I'm getting the special treatment. I'm so excited," she cheered, pulling him in the direction of the stairs by the edge of his sleeve.

He just smiled. It was all he could do. He had the most beautiful woman in the entire world in front of him ready to go on a not-exactly date. They were only friends, and she reaffirmed that today when she mentioned she was interested in someone else.

But for now he could pretend they were a thing. That they were dating and that she loved him and he could openly love her back. He would take her out to dinner and kick at her ankles under the table just to annoy her. And he would take a sip of her drink and pretend it was too sweet for him and watch as she struggled to drink a sip of his liquor.

And after he walks her home that night, he would hug her tight to his chest and he would think about kissing her, to pull down his mask for just a split second and press his lips to hers, but he would refrain. It just wasn't the right time. Maybe there would never be a right time either, and that was okay.

As long as they could have nights like these, as long as he would feel her in his arms, he was more than happy. He was in love.

Part Two is up.

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What I Wish Just One Person Would Say To Me

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You’re always going to support Harry’s dream, no matter how much it can hurt you at times.

Warning(s): It’s sad overall, so beware of that

A/N: hello again loves!!! @trulylight requested: hey, can you please write something with harry styles based on the song “what i wish just one person would say to me” by LANY? I hope that I did your ask justice!!! I’m not sure exactly what you wanted, of course, but this is how I interpreted the song!!! Okay tbh I don’t really know how I feel about this :(( but I’m gonna post it anyway and I hope that someone enjoys this!!!

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You and Harry have been dating since before everything in his life flipped upside down. Since the ripe old age of fifteen, you’ve been able to call him yours. Alongside his mother, you encouraged him to take the chance with the X Factor. You distinctly remember telling him that the worst they could do is say no, and regardless of the outcome, you’d be there to support him with any and everything that he wanted to do.

Turns out that going on that show was the best thing for him. The band was formed and he turned into an international pop star overnight. At first, you had been worried about what would happen with the two of you. You couldn’t see where you fit into the equation of his new life. You knew just how many people had begun to want him, and you constantly found yourself wondering when the breakup call was going to come. You hated thinking things like that, but with him constantly climbing up in the world, there seemed like less and less of a chance of the two of you staying together.

Harry had other plans for the two of you, however. He shut down those thoughts the moment that he found out about them. He assured you that there was no one else for him, that there was nobody he would rather have. He promised you that no matter where he was in the world, he was yours and you were his. And although it probably shouldn’t have, his words easily brought you peace.

Now, ten years later, you’re not sure what life would be like if you weren’t directly connected to Harry Styles. Life has been a rollercoaster, with plenty of ups and downs, but there’s nothing about it that you would change. Regardless of how many bad days there were, you get to come home and spend your time with the man that you’re head over heels in love with, so really, there’s nothing that can bring you down.

Harry’s kept your head up for years, even when things felt like they were too much to handle. When there were articles about you that weren’t very flattering, when the hate messages started, when he went on tour and you felt like you were alone in the world, he still managed to find a way to make you feel better. He was the rock that kept you grounded in this hectic lifestyle.

Even though your life can be an absolute mess at times, there’s no one else you’d rather spend it with. There’s no one else that you’d want to navigate this crazy world with.

There’s just something about Harry that makes you feel complete and secure. There had always felt like there was something missing in your life, but the moment Harry waltzed in and stole your heart, everything felt complete.

There’s nothing more in this world that you could ask for. All you want to do is spend the rest of your life with him. Not a day goes by that you don’t yearn for the ability to just be around him every day.

In the life that you live, however, that’s not realistic. Being around Harry every single day isn’t something that’s achievable. You may be the love of his life, but music and touring? That’s a major part of his life as well.

Sometimes it’s hard, not being able to have a “normal relationship” but after you think about it, you’d never want what people think of as a normal relationship over the one that you already have.

You’re well aware of the fact that Harry can’t just stay with you all the time. He needs more than that to truly be happy, and you’re okay with that. It’s hard sometimes. It hurts more often than not to be away from him for so long, but you’ve become so used to it that you don’t even question it anymore.

You’ve always known that Harry needed more than the small town that you grew up in to be happy. He’s always been too big for that place, and you simply can’t try to hinder the opportunities that life throws at him.

No matter how much pain that him being away for months at a time causes you, there’s no way that you could just give up on him. You’re here for everything, for better or for worse, so you’re not just going to up and leave because things are a little hard on your end.

You went through this for five continuous years while he was in One Direction, so there’s no doubt in your mind that there’s a way for you to get through it for a few months to a year. It’s not like he completely drops off the face of the earth when he’s gone. The two of you still talk on the phone and text each other. There’s never been a day go by where you didn’t hear at least something from him.

The both of you try your best to be as close to each other as possible, regardless of the fact that he’s normally in another country while on tour.

As you’re sitting on the bed next to Harry, he’s packing for his next tour. This time, though, he seems to be more worried about the months to come than you are.

“Look, love, anytime you need anything, I’m just a call away, okay?” He turns to look at you and the desperation written on his face makes you want to curl up in him and never have him leave.

“Harry, I’ve told you for the last time, I’ll be fine.” He sighs, shaking his head.

“I know, I just feel bad for leaving you again.” A soft smile graces your face at his words.

“I’ll be perfectly okay, baby. I’ll be right here watching you take on the world.” He moves closer to you and wraps his arms around you.

“I know you’ll be okay, but I also know how much you hate being alone for months at a time.”

“Hey, listen to me, okay? It’s the same as any other time you’ve been on tour. I’ll hold down the fort at home while you go out and live your dream.”

“I don’t want you to have to stay here all alone though, dove. Doesn’t seem fair.” You begin running your hands through his messy ringlets.

“What about it isn’t fair? I have a job here to do, just like you have a job to do. Yours just requires you traveling around the world.”

“Just seems wrong to leave you here.”

You sigh. “Listen, you have to go on tour, there’s nothing that can change that. I’m fine staying here as long as I know that you’re coming home at some point, okay? I’m happy that you get to do this.”

He pulls back from you for a moment, planting a light peck on your cheek before burying his face back into your neck.

It’s been three months since Harry left for tour, and as much as you truly are happy for him, you were having a progressively harder time with being completely content with the entire situation. The longer that he’s gone, the more you seem to lose your way without him with you every day. This happens every time that he goes on tour, regardless of how long that he’s gone. For the first few months, everything’s jumbled up and it’s hard for you to completely adapt to him being gone.

He’s only been gone for a fraction of the time that he has to be, but you can’t help but feel like it’s been years. Every time that he’s home for an extended period of time and then leaves again, it hits you hard just how much that you love him. He’s everything that you’ve ever wanted and everything that you’ll ever need. Being without him feels like torture, and you silently wish to yourself every day that he could have a career doing what he loves, but without having to leave so often.

As soon as the thought comes into your mind, though, you quickly rid it from your thoughts. He’s living his dream and you can’t be anything but happy for him.

Shaking those thoughts from your mind doesn’t stop others from taking root in your brain, though. The most adamant one being that you wish he’d just run back home to hold you and comfort you, even if it was only for the night.

As much as you wish for it, though, you know that he can’t just do that. So instead of holding him as you fall asleep every night, you fall asleep holding his pillow as he talks you to sleep over the phone.

Okay so I’m not sure how to feel about this but I hope that it’s good!!!

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years

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What I Thought About “Separate Tides” from The Owl House

Salutations, random people on the internet who most likely won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons.

...>A-hem< F**KING CALLED IT!

I said that the earliest that The Owl House would return would be late June and early July. And some of YYYOOOUUU sons of witches doubted me by saying it would be fall or winter. Well, guess what! "Separate Tides'' has come and gone, the show is back and better than ever, and we are all happy about it! You see how it pays to be optimistic, you persistent PACK OF PESSIMISTS!

...Sorry. Got a little hot there. I'm just so happy it's BACK!

10 MONTHS! It's been nearly 10 months since this show began its hiatus, large in part because of the pandemic. It was painful. BOY, was it painful. But I can already tell that the new season is going to be well worth the wait just by this episode alone.

But beware you mangey sea dogs! Thar be spoilers ahead when discussing such a premier.

And I swear to you that it's only spoilers for "Separate Tides." I haven't seen "Escaping Expulsion" either, and I promise you will be safe from anybody ruining it for you. But maybe don't read any responses from this post. Thar may be d**ks in these waters. So let's review, shall we!

WHAT I LIKE

Mirroring Season One’s Opening Scene: First off, this is a neat callback to what is the perfect first impression of the series. That scene perfectly introduces us to the type of show The Owl House is, while this one acts as a reintroduction to the world we left for way too long.

Second, this is also a well-hidden character moment. Luz is finally living the life she dreamed of, but it isn't exactly all that she expected. It's a great showcase that despite literally running away to a fantasy world, Luz is still getting a regular dose of reality. And I still love the irony in all of that.

(Plus, King eating the bounty is just funny).

The Recap Recording: This is a smart way to recap events from the season finale. It might be weird that Luz says things that the audience already knows, but she's not talking to us. She's talking to her mom. So she's going to explain all that she can in a way for Camila to fully understand. Besides, not every fan had repeatedly watched The Owl House Season One over and over again like a bunch of frickin' lunatics...You know who you are.

Plus, as an upside, Luz gets to explain new events and concepts for how she and the rest of the Owl House are making a living. In no way does it feel like forced exposition because, again, she's trying to describe as much as she can to her mother. It's a reasonable and natural way to talk to the audience in order to catch them up while also showing what's been happening since we've last left this show.

Luz Can’t Send Texts to Her Mom: ...Well, Texts to Home, it was fun while it lasted, but the current canon has decided that you're done. I'll miss you and appreciate all that you've done for me, but, yeah, this is the end. Sorry.

Alright, now that I got my jokes out of the way, allow me to explain how this is really a heartbreaking moment. Because the fact that Luz is forever cut off from her mother, even through texts, is an idea that just twists the knife in your heart when you really sit down to think about it. Luz's little goodbye at the end of her video does nothing but makes it worse.

On the upside, we get some solid character development as Luz doesn't even hesitate to send the video to Camila, learning her lesson from "Enchanted Grom Fright" about being more honest. She finally faced her fear, even if it was a fruitless effort.

They’re Doing Odd Jobs Now: This is a smart workaround for how the Owl House residents are making money. Some fans guessed that maybe Eda had so much junk piled up that they wouldn’t worry, but this seems more of a logical direction. Even if Eda had enough garbage to sell, she’ll can and will eventually run out at some point, meaning that they will all have to take the odd jobs anyway. So I appreciate the writers used that plot point sooner rather than later, as a fun romp as bounty hunters is something you want to do early in the season instead of later on. Especially with how Dana Terrace confirmed that s**t’s gonna go down in the future.

Lilith: ...I'm still willing to hold off--What the f**k did I say his name was? *looks up past review* Frederick Ulis--Frederick Ulisinsburg!

I am willing to hold off Frederick Ulisinsburg, for now, because Lilith is...sort of on the right track. I mean, I don't like how quick she was to playfully mock Eda or rudely yell at Hooty. But I do think that there is potential for her character. She feels genuine guilt for what she's done, and there's a chance that the new season will explore that further if the writers are smart (which they are). On top of that, there's a possibility that every time Lilith tries to act cocky or full of herself, she will be treated as a proverbial punching bag because of it. Like how her poster got burned down after boasting how impressive she looks. Or how Golden Guard's poster magically sealed itself to her face when Lilith tried to throw it away. It's the latter that primarily got me cackling like a madman due to how deservingly hilarious it was.

And, well...she happily clapped like a schoolgirl! Which was adorable! I can't hate characters who have the potential to be adorable! It's not in my nature!

So, while I am a little hesitant in liking her, I think there's a chance for improvement in her character in the future that I look forward to. We just have to wait and see if the writers pull it off.

(By the way, to the person that came up with Lilith wearing a "battery low" shirt...you're a genius in visual gags/storytelling.)

Greg’s List: Have I ever mentioned that this show is funny?

Who's Greg? Why does he organize a list of perfect bounties?

I don't know, but the idea of some random person in the Boiling Isles is putting it on himself to set up a list to make bounties...I'm sorry, but that's funny to me. It's also probably for how Craig's List was made, but when you really think about it, Craig's List is a funny idea as well.

Eda Isn’t Feared Anymore: I sort of guessed that this would happen, but seeing it is a whole different level of sympathy to feel for the character. Eda's main schtick was being the most powerful witch on the Isles, and that's gone now. She's forced to adapt to this new normal, which she's quick to do, but still. Tt's got to be a rough kick to the ego now that no one even cares about who she is anymore.

It's a low moment for her character that hopefully sets up her own arc for the rest of the season.

Luz Feels Like She’s a Burden: I will demolish her with love and kindness if she even CONSIDERS talking so poorly about herself again! Because Luz is not a burden. She is a beam of light that literally brightens up the lives of nearly everyone she meets. Eda already explains how her life is better because of Luz (through a heart-tugging speech that almost got to me, by the way), but it's not just Eda.

King now has his first real friend who admires him and treats him like the king he wants to be.

Willow has become much more confident and cheerful because Luz was always in her corner.

Gus learns more about the humans he appreciates with his whole heart while also having a friend that treats him like an equal rather than a kid.

And do I even have to say ANYTHING about Amity?

The Boiling Isles wouldn't be better off without Luz. It's better because of her. And shame on this girl for thinking otherwise...even though I fully understand where she's coming from.

I'm about to get personal for a second, so strap in. Because I am a twenty-somthing-year-old who is currently living with his mom. It's as pathetic as it sounds. But it's because I'm still attending college, and she says school comes first and jobs and apartments come second. Despite that, I feel like trash for just...living here as she still takes care of me and pays for the food I can't afford. She says that I shouldn't worry about it, but I still wait for the day I can finally pay her back for everything. Not some things, but everything. And that's Luz's mentality in this episode. The overwhelming guilt she's feeling for thinking she's inconveniencing Eda's life is something that hits really hard for me. It doesn't matter if it's true, but that she believes it's true. It's a heartbreaking character arc she's forced into for this episode that also adds more to why she's one of the many characters I heavily relate to.

Lulu and Hootstipher: Whoever thought of this idea...I f**king love you.

This is similar to when Noah and Owen became friends in Total Drama World Tour. Seemingly one-sided at first, you see a cute friendship that you would have never expected, but it works! Hooty is this happy and naive character who hardly understands what's going on half the time, and Lilith is...Lilith. Their chemistry is instantly fun as their dynamic is quick to understand.

This also shines with potential for character growth, for it could give Lilith a chance to be more caring and Hooty a chance to be more than just the comic relief. If you were to tell me that this is what was going to happen when the season premiered, I would have thought you were crazy. But now, after seeing it in action, I'm genuinely excited to see where this cute friendship between these two goes.

(As long as it doesn't involve fans shipping them. Because Hooty can do better)

Luz Getting Better with Her Magic: Our little bisexual princess is growing up! And, man, is it awesome to see. Luz going from just barely knowing how to do magic to full-on using her spells like second nature just warms my heart with all the character growth it presents. Now, some people might want an explanation for how she's able to do said spells, to which I say: "Who the f**k cares?"

If you ask me, Luz's magic is one of those things that doesn't need a direct answer because it doesn't matter as much. But if you're going to be a baby about it, here's what I can offer: As far as I can tell, it's equal parts having the glyph and mentally picturing what the spell should do. It's much like how Willow draws a spell circle and can either make giant jungle vines or a patch of flowers to land on. Luz's glyphs are her own spell circles. As long as she concentrates hard enough, she can make the glyph do whatever she wants it to.

There. You have your explanation. Now let's just all appreciate the fact that Luz can now throw fireballs and make vine whips like the superpowered teenager she most likely fantasized of being. Ok? Ok.

A Pirate Losing His Head...Literally: ...And I'm gonna go ahead and add that to the list.

I mean, for f**k's sake, WE SEE BONE! He puts his head back on, but we still see the bone!

Eda in a Pirate Outfit: ...That is all.

The Golden Guard: This guy shows up for only a few minutes, and I'm already beginning to like him. He seems just as threatening as Belos while also coming across as a guy who loves his job and being a ton of fun to watch because of it. I adore villains that find that balance of being funny and terrifying. The result is a character who makes me laugh on top of making me scared of what they could do to our protagonists. So far, that's the Golden Guard in a nutshell, and I can't wait to see what the rest of the season has in store with him. Whether it involves seeing him play with food as he did with Eda and Luz in this episode or seeing him getting kicked in the crotch like a little punk like him deserves, I am all for it.

(Bonus points if it's Amity who does the crotch kicking if he ever makes an advancement on Luz)

Eda Wanting to Protect the Selkidomus: I love this. It plays into the idea that Eda cares about things being wild and free and despises how Emperor Belos would want to control everything, including the most insignificant of animals. It shows just how kind Eda really is rather than someone motivated by greed...even if she does end up filthy rich in the end.

Emperor Belos’ Brief Cameo: Yup, still terrifying!

And if it turns out that Belos can see the Scrying Potion that Lilith made...we're going to have some problems.

Much like the actual problems that I have with this episode!

(Like that transition?)

WHAT I DISLIKE

King Being Stupid: King has two different personalities in this series. Either he's a pathetic wannabe ruler who seems intelligent or an idiotic Disney comedic sidekick. That latter version of King is what we get in "Separate Tides," and I don't like it (obviously). I don't care how cute it is to see him cling onto Luz's leg and exclaim how he won't let her leave. The same character who helped Luz break into a prison to save Eda shouldn't be the same one who falls asleep when a sheet covers him like a dumbass parrot! King's at his best when he's as intelligent as the rest of the characters. And not as dumb as someone like Hooty.

Eda Being Too Nice Around Lilith: This one bothers me the most. After being cursed for thirty years and having her life ruined by the person she thought she could trust the most, Eda is still all smiley and jokey when talking to Lilith. Yeah, sorry, but I don't buy that. No one in their right mind would be that cool with a person who did all of what Lilith did. It's a major misstep that squanders what could have been a fantastic overarching story of Eda learning to forgive her sister and Lilith trying to earn it. We'll at least get Lilith's guilt, but as is, I feel Eda showing genuine anger towards her would elevate that story by a lot.

IN CONCLUSION

But that's about all the bad things I have to say about "Separate Tides." As is, it is a well-earned, solid A of a season premiere. It introduces new concepts and characters I can't wait to see more of, continues old storylines and character development instead of ignoring them, and still proves that The Owl House is as charming and funny as it always was. Maybe the rest of the season could continue to be great, or maybe things might get worse. Time can only tell. For now, all I can tell you is that "Separate Tides" is a great and fun episode that makes me excited as we set sail to this new season.

(And Scared. Mostly scared)

#the owl house #the owl house season 2 #the owl house review #luz noceda #edalyn clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #the golden guard #king of demons #toh hooty #what i thought about

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ifyouwereamelodymeg · 3 years

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Rec List Saturday

Alright alright alright, I know I said I was done for ZFAW, but I lied because it’s REC LIST SATURDAY.

I honestly think this final day of the week embodies what the whole thing is about -- with only so many hours in the day to actually create fanwork inspired content, it’s our chance to pull together lists of all the works/creators that we didn’t have the opportunity to pay tribute to across the rest of the week and show them some love. So with that in mind I’m actually going to be reccing people rather than individual works, because so many folk have contributed loads of wonderful pieces. @rideboldlyride - my first friend in the fandom, and a double/triple/quadruple threat with awesome contributions across multiple media (writer, artist, tech whizz, and podcast host), is there anything this gal can’t do?? @formerlygoldilocks - coming in hot with a newly-made fandom blog but active on AO3 for a number of months now with a mixture of angst and fluff, one-shots and long-form, and one truly hilarious and bizarrely heartwarming crack piece under her belt.

@all-thewaydown - someone else who’s nailing both the long- and short-form work on AO3! In particular I have to recommend her Zutara Fluff Exchange piece, ‘of rules and traditions’

@cablesscutie - a brilliant writer with truly fantastic comedic skill chops who literally never fails to impress me no matter what she writes (if you’re 18+ and okay with reading E-rated material, please check out her Katara Has a Cat series, you won’t regret it).

@theadamantdaughter - my first bookmark on AO3 was Adamant’s collab with @atomicpen, Perfect Places. I believe it’s been discontinued now, and Adamant is not currently active on AO3, but there is an absolute stack of ATLA fanfiction on her profile as it is. Even aside from writing, her tumblr account is full of Zutara content and it’s one of the things that fed me when I was first coming into the fandom last year, so I owe her a lot.

@my-bated-breath - not only is this seventeen-year-old writing well beyond her years, but she has so much incredible analysis and insight to give in her amazing ATLA/Zutara metas. 100% worth both reading and following.

@antarcticasx - another even younger person at sixteen (oh my god, just make me feel old, why don’t you), here we have a total writing machine whose AO3 is packed with Zutara content. Her blog is also super active so if ATLA/Zutara chat is what you’re looking for then look no further.

@doodleladi - a wonderful, wonderful artist who has tackled both in-universe and AU artworks alike (this is a particular favourite of mine). Another member of the @jdteahour crew along with Ride and @bulletproofteacup!

@amourinette - another beautiful artist who created one of my favourite ATLA artworks (steamy, so beware if you’re full of youth). Like seriously I have this picture bookmarked on my laptop ‘cause I love it so much.

@hayleynfoster - I mean, I’d be remiss if I didn’t tag her, but if you don’t know who she is and the incredible stuff that she produces then where have you been?? Get your butt over to her profile and educate yourself in the ways of Zutara art and animatics.

@iwritevictuuri - known as LittleLostStar on AO3, offers incredible characterisation and storytelling prowess, although beware that almost all her work for ATLA is either M- or E-rated!

Finally, I would like to take a moment to acknowledge someone whose writing pushes me to be better myself and never fails to amaze me. If you want exquisite description and insanely beautiful world-building/-expanding, your search begins and ends with @fictionissocialinquiry. My idol, my dream, my mad Aussie fandom-wife, this woman has so much talent it’s crazy and please just read her work (again, beware multiple mature-rated fics, check ratings before reading). She’s gonna be a best-selling author one day, so check her out now so you can say you liked her work before she was famous.

And that’s me done. Hope everyone has enjoyed this week, and thank you so much to @hinaoyamas/ @zkfanworkweek for putting it together!

Love to all!

#zutara #zutara fanfiction #zutara fanart #zutara fanwork appreciation week #rec list saturday #so much talent here I can't even deal with it

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sugar-petals · 4 years

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Cuddling With SuperM

↳ ❤︎ CARO’S NOTE: their concept is all about badassery i know but we’re dealing with seven angels so let’s talk about that shall we

warnings ⚠️ some light teasing, innuendo

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taeyong

am i really telling you something ground-breaking with this:

so this guy’s truly adorable

turns into a baby what else is new

draws his knees to his chest and just enjoys the ride with his eyes closed

you can do whatever the hell you want

back rubs, head pats, foot massages, caressing the neck or underneath the chin which is particularly sweet

and a whole lot of tickling he’s kinda obsessed with this

excellent chef he is, taeyong enjoys preparing snacks for a set cuddling time or movie night

so what if this turns into feeding each other basically are you ready for that

this guy’s impossible face up close is hard to bear for the faint-hearted just mentioning that in passing here

because… he has that one yearning expression and his eye contact is very steady

bit of a duality here huh

but worry not because taeyong’s tiger inside is more of a cat actually, tyongkitty behavior guaranteed right there

he does do friendly head buts and yeah the eye contact is also a cat thing now that i think about it… it all makes sense now

ten, baekhyun, lucas and taemin are pretty cocky types of cuddlers, taeyong leads the more subdued fraction in super m

it’s the kind of cuddling that needs rainy weather and a cup of tea

ten

quality time right here

banter is always included ofc

or at least a lot of talk because with ten, conversation and cuddles go together

likes pets joining, three’s a party, a cat can always make a snuggly contribution

add a ball of wool to play around

like. a-you, a-me, and a cat right in between ya see

music is always playing in the background, always

ten’s body is very sensual… you can tell he’s a dancer by the way he’s adapting, how he’s feeling it, how he moves in general

the reflexes are just so different he has great feeling for what you wanna do next it’s his bodily intuition and he just goes along with it

what you gotta tell him though is to keep it lowkey with keeping his jazzy outfits on

a hoodie cuddles better than high fashion and spiked jackets

plus he looks adorably small in it so two birds with one stone

never forget ten is really tiny that sure makes a difference

reluctant little spoon, he keeps it face-to-face or sleeps on his back

ten is glad to be approached with hugs he’s not always doing the initiative

shy thailand angel ikr

but don’t complain if he farts because he absolutely will

goddammit chittaphon

kai

if it’s without a plushie something’s going wrong it always needs one

his favorite teddy’s gotta participate y’know he’s a social creature

in this home we don’t discriminate against plush bears

and yeah, his bear ear hoodie likewise he is sure to put it on

jongin tends to be rather taciturn because he wants to enjoy the body-to-body sensations

meaning, don’t interpret his frequent silence as awkwardness he’s just observing

is not above teasing… if his outfit is showing some skin he’ll invite you to touch the area

also enjoys you putting your hands under his sweater

he’s laughing like crazy and kicking his legs all giggly if you put your head underneath it and let it roam oh la la

yeah nini likes some wit to it for sure, and some steaminess in the mix it’s just a natural byproduct if we’re honest

dim the lights down low for this one…

but also light the candles alright

cuddling is more of a soft and steady thing there’s not much position changes going on

this is the couch not the dancefloor your honor

while we’re talking about that: jongin is a buff biatch my god

prep a water bottle to chug when you’re cuddling this guy is effortlessly hot

also know that kai will almost definitely snap a picture of you huddled together for the memory of it

baekhyun

unlike his memes, baekhyun’s cuddling behaviour is entirely predictable

will snuggle against your shoulder by default pretty much that’s his favorite area

stays glued there for two hours if you’re not busy

im not kidding

needless to say he needs a partner who can handle this level of clinginess

baekhyun can’t keep his hands to himself in general

neither can you

it’s groping x cuddling these two are a dead sure combination

keen to snuggle casually while he’s gaming, cross-legged on the ground with you massaging his back

likes to lay his head into your lap, too.

baekhug i mean back hug enthusiast. something inside his face has an inbuilt magnet that sucks him into the space between your collar bones

especially when you’re at the stove cooking

caution: love bites. lots of them. does this count as cuddles? probably. it’s not like he’s eating you or is he. oop—

what am i saying all he does is nibble alright

and oh yeah bring on the sweater weather. he can’t stay still in bed it’s gonna be a pillowfort building session though

you gotta exhaust him until he naps off lmao!

energizer bunny bf

mark

enjoys being fed watermelon during the process how else could it be

wait until this guy hears what harry styles’ watermelon sugar is all about his world will never be the same again

anyway

he’ll look so cute in his striped shirt and his round glasses awh

cuddling is his favorite way to show his trust and affection before all else

his favorite time to cuddle is before going to sleep

he usually hugs pillows so you can tell how clingy he winds up as

mark really sleeps and dreams better if you do that it has an astounding effect. cuddles are his perfect recharging if you will it’s just that he’s actually calming down through it whereas he can be nervous throughout the day so he needs that downtime

spooning is a given

what he enjoys the most about it is the warmth

markie easily gets cold sometimes he just needs that tune-up with you he’s like blink blink there goes my dose of daily heat beep beep

what the fuck

anyway again

talk about tune

just like ten he’s very talkative all the way verbal stimulation and mark lee just go together

if you compare him to taeyong there’s not much of a transformation going on mark lee on two legs is the same mark lee during cuddles it’s all copy paste

all in all a delectable experience, extremely cute and heart-melting, super m truly has a super mark

taemin

much like xuxi he has that permanent smile on his lips that tries to make you laugh

in fact taemin is hard to stop with his puns and his humor

ffs he is a true brat

taems can’t help but try to escalate this into a playfight every time

not that he doesn’t enjoy the calmer types of cuddling but he needs some action in the sack

enjoys praise along the way who are we kidding

the clothes you both cuddle in are very important alright, the fabric in particular

taemin keeps it expensive here it’s just the way he rolls

satin my dear

it’s just so satisfying to the touch

but also beware of his most lethal clothing choice which brings out his innate maknae charm the most

THE FLUFFY TURTLENECK

gyeahh

which he will use during special occasions to turn you into a cuddle monster ready to pounce him

give it up for shinee my loves they taught him well and sent him out to fluff up the world

what else is there okay we also gotta mention that cuddling consists of many little kisses here and there

taemin wants to get absolutely peppered

he is and stays a prince

lucas

ideal body type for cuddling except that it needs the right place, not the environment but the spot i mean, you can imagine

lucas can explode any smol-size couch or bed

don’t even think about trying to cuddle on regular chairs my god why would you live so dangerously

king size por favor

there is a lot to cuddle against it’s really a whole wonderland

those big ole thighs are practical cushions for anything really.

and his face is just so amicable it has to be kithed

his hands… his hands! you will feel maximum protection with those giant baby fingers around your hips i’m telling you

admittedly yukhei is hard to properly hug around the shoulders obviously that’s a drawback but hey his waist is lithe and tiny so hello there, very inviting

oh, that infectious smile.

serious cuddling: 0 — funny cuddles: over 9,000

and tasty cuddles because foodcas brings some fried rice every time oh yum

hates to go to work he really prioritizes you and cuddles go on for long long hours especially when you watch your favorite series

xuxi goes the extra mile, he will touch your hair a lot, just gently combing through it

and he doesn’t mind it when you do the same, he’s got the most angelic blonde locks after all

lu calls you beautiful all the time the cheesy mf is really pulling the standard compliment alright

cue jonas brothers sucker for you

ugh, boyfriend

mlist

#super m #superm #superm hc #superm scenarios #super m x reader #superm fluff #super m imagines #kai #lucas #baekhyun #taemin #taeyong #mark #ten

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poniatowskaja · 2 years

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Twelve hundred and seventy-one years after Julius Caesar entered Gaul to conquer it for Rome, he reentered Gaul peacefully, thanks to the diligence of an anonymous clerical translator whose encyclopedia translation Li Fet des Romains appeared in 1213. It was the first time the Commentarii de bello gallico – or indeed any work of ancient historiography – had appeared in the French vernacular and, on the eve of the battles of Bouvines, the moment was opportune. King Philip, soon to be called “Augustus”, was consolidating his authority by political and military means, and the stage was set for another victory of the Capetian dynasty. The translator is not immune to the excitement and reflects the climate of expansionism in a variety of ways. Caesar had begun his description of Gaul with a statement of its tripartite division – “Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres.” The translator inserts before that now-famous introduction a significant introductory comment of his own: “France estoit molt granz au tens Juiles Cesar” [France was very large in Julius Caesar’s time”] (p. 79, 1.1.) The insertion was provocative both by its update of Gallia to “France” and by the gratuitous observation that the area in question was once very large – and therefore not coterminous with Philip Augustus’s present kingdom. This was just one of several indicators that the translator saw Roman Gaul as a historical justification for Philip’s dreams of a larger, unified France. Surprisingly, however, there is no textual evidence to suggest that Philip commissioned the monumental compilation. Nor is there any information about the context in which our anonymous cleric did his work beyond the inescapable fact that he was an inhabitant of Paris and had known the French king from the time of his adolescence. Concerning Philip he makes several comments, which range from chatty reminiscence to an outburst of political chauvinism deriding the king’s enemies: “je tieng por fox et Anglois et Normanz, qui ont fole Esperance et quident que Octes li escomeniez, que Diex et seinte Eglise ont degité, doie France envaïr par itel gent (Tyois)” [“I think the English and the Normans are crazy to entertain the foolish hope and belief that Otto the excommunicate whom God and Holy Church have rejected is destined to invade France with the help of such a race (the Germans)” (p. 365, 11.7-9) Although never shy to join the narrative in the first person, our translator never thinks to give us his name. Unconcerned with personal recognition and, apparently, not beholden to a patron, he is an enigmatic figure. […] He does not leave the suggestion of a resemblance between Julius Caesar and Philip implicit, but slips a comparison of the two leaders into a seemingly innocuous context: the way they dressed as young men. Suetonius had mentioned that the young Caesar often appeared in the Senate with his toga too loosely tied. That looseness, in addition to the long-fringed sleeves of his senatorial tunic, suggested to Romans that Caesar was prone to Greek exoticism and effeminacy. Sulla, according to Suetonius, frequently warned the senators to “beware the loosely girt lad” [“ut male praecinctum puerum cauerent”]. The translator renders Sulla’s warning correctly and vividly in direct speech as “Gaitiez vos deu valet mal ceint” (p. 18, 1. 26). But the same caution, when shifted to a modern context, contains no hint of homosexuality, coming across rather as fatherly – or perhaps grandfatherly – indulgence for prince Philip’s sloppy dressing when younger: “Quand ge lis de Juilles Cesar que Luces Silla l’apeloit le valet mau ceint, si me member de monseignor Phelipe le roi de France, que l’en pooit bien apeler le valet mau pingnié quant il estoit joenes, car il estoit torjors hericiez. (p. 18, 11. 29-32) [When I read of Julius Caesar that Lucius Sulla used to call him “the badly girt lad,” it remind me of my lord Philip the king whom one could certainly have called the “dishevelled valet” when young because he was always bristlingly untidy.” Continuing to muse on similarities between Caesar and Philip, the translator moves from his (apparently!) random sartorial reminiscence to more calculated observations: “Ne il n’a pas mains de sens en lui que il ot en Juilles Cesar, fors seulement de letres, ne n’a pas meins eü affere que Juilles ot; et encontre ce que J<uilles> fu letrez, est li rois sanz malice, car la letreüre aguisa Juilles a meint malice. (p. 18, 1.32; p.19, 1.2) [And he has no less intelligence than Julius Caesar, save for literacy, nor less responsibility than Julius; and against the fact that Julius was lettered, the king is without malice, for literacy incited Julius to frequent malice.]

Jeanette Beer, ‘Translating Julius Caesar’, in Translating the Middle Ages, ed. Karen L. Fresco and Charles D. Wright, pp. 111-118

#Julius Caesar #13th century #French history #Jeanette Beer #Philippe Auguste #faits des romains #ancient rome #history #Gaius Julius Caesar

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beauty-and-passion · 3 years

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Heya!

So I remember reading your post about Eurovision a while ago, and since I'm now hooked on a certain collection of songs, I was thinking...

Would you think 'Zitti E Buoni' by Måneskin could be a Remus song, and 'Voilà' by Barbara Pravi a Roman song? Or do you have some ideas on any other Eurovision songs that would fit the Sides?

Just wondering whether you'd like to share some thoughts on this, but no pressure of course! As always, I absolutely love your theories and posts, it always brightens up my day to read :D

This will be a very self indulgent post.

First of all: “no pressure”?! I am HYPED to share my thoughts on this! And this is why it took me so long to reply to this ask: I’ve spent the whole time thinking about which song could fit which Side, going through the last editions, reading the lyrics, searching among my favourites...

So yes, this post will be a bit long. But hey, there is also good music and maybe, by listening to it, you will find something you haven’t heard before! :D

(Of course, in order to make this post understandable, I will translate all lyrics, but the songs aren’t all in English. In any case, every song has a link, so you can hear it on Youtube.)

And yes, I know there are billions of other Eurovision songs, but for the sake of “not making this post endless” (as if it won’t be already), I will stop at Eurovision 2014. If you all have other songs to propose for a Side, please feel free to add them and explain why! :D

And now...

Which Eurovision songs would fit the Sides

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EUROVISION 2021

Måneskin - Zitti e buoni

(Here the Eurovision performance because it’s just this good)

This song is PERFECT for Remus and I was a fool for not realizing it sooner. It's all about showing how different you are, embracing your uniqueness despite what others may think. Everything about this song screams “REMUS” so thank you, my dear, for opening my eyes and making me realize it.

They don't know what I'm talking about You are dirty, bruh, of mud Cig's yellow in between the fingers I'm walking with a cig Pardon me, but I really do believe That I can make this jump And even if the street is uphill I'm training for this now

The first line is already 200% Remus: they (aka the other Sides) don’t know what Remus is talking about. Remus is impossible to understand. Remus is weird, strange, dangerous - according to moral standards.

However, despite the other people’s thoughts, Remus still shows a high self-esteem - just like in his playlist. The others may not have faith in him, there could be obstacles on his way, but he still believes he will achieve his goals.

And good evening, ladies and gentlemen Bring out the actors You better hold on to your balls You better keep quiet and be good Here people are weird, like drug dealers Too many nights I've spent locked outside Now I'm kicking these doorways Staring up like climbers So sorry mum if I'm always out, but

“You better hold on to your balls” is a translation of the original italian line “Vi conviene toccarvi i coglioni”. This sentence is a more vulgar form of the English expression “knocking on wood”, something you preventively do to un-jinx stuff.

However, “knocking on wood” isn’t as strong as the italian expression, so I chose this translation that is more literal, but also more vulgar. It kept the original vibe more, it fits Remus more and it gives a stronger meaning to the whole thing. The singer isn’t just saying “beware of what you’re doing”, but he’s saying “get ready, shit if about to hit the fan”. It’s more powerful - and well, Remus would love this. It’s his time now, so the audience (the other Sides/Thomas) should "keep quiet and be good”.

I also really like the “Here people are weird, like drug dealers”, because it can refer to the dark sides in general. This is Remus’ show, so the Core Sides and Thomas should shut up. They are now in the Dark Sides’ territory, full of weird, sketchy people, morally gray villains. All things he loves, enjoys and that he definitely considers as compliments.

“Too many nights I've spent locked outside / Now I'm kicking these doorways” is another great line, because “being locked outside” is the perfect metaphor for Remus’ situation. He IS locked outside, he has been kept far away from Thomas, stifled by him, unable to fully express himself. And so he releases his frustration by kicking the doors that are shutting him down. That’s just so Remus I. LOVE. IT.

I am out of my mind, but I'm not like the others And you are out of your mind, but you're not like the others We are out of our minds, but we're not like the others We are out of our minds, but we're not like the others

This chorus is PERFECT! First of all: “I am out of my mind” is basically just like this line from DWIT:

[Patton]: Imaginative sure is a- a kind word for him. [Duke]: I agree! How about... DEMENTED?

But also: Remus doesn’t give a damn. He’s not like the others and he’s SO DAMN PROUD of it. Just like he is in canon and in his playlist.

He goes even further, by saying that “you” are also out of your mind. And who this “you” might be, if not the big man himself?

[Duke]: If I am awful... then so is Thomas.

Just like in DWIT, Remus welcomes Thomas’ weirdness with open arms. If he and Thomas are both insane and different, why hiding it and not embracing this difference? They are unique.

I've written pages and pages I've seen salt, then tears These men in cars Don't climb the rapids I've written on a tombstone "In my house there's no God" But if you find time's meaning You'll climb back up from your oblivion And there's no wind stopping The natural power From the right point of view You feel the intoxication of the wind With wax wings on your back I'll go look for that high If you wanna stop me try again Try cutting my head off Because

Woah, this part has a lot. There is:

Remus' creativity as a flow ("I've written pages and pages")

Remus seeing how different he is compared to others ("These men in cars / Don't climb the rapids" while he was ready to “make this jump” despite the obstacles on his way)

Religion because of course - and especially Remus rejecting it ("I've written on a tombstone / "In my house there's no God".")

And, most importantly, there is a nice reference to Icarus' myth. According to myth, Icarus escaped from the Labyrinth of the Minotaur, by flying on wax wings. But he flew too close to the sun, his wings melted and he fell to his death.

This has multiple meanings. First of all, it shows how stubborn Remus is: he could use simpler, more stable ways to reach his goals. But he's Remus, he's creative and he's different, he would rather use wax wings (aka more complex, unordinary means) to reach his goal. Also, it's a proof of his resolution: just like Icarus, his wax wings could melt and he could fail. And yet, he's so set in his decision, he's ready to do anything to succeed.

This last point is particularly evident in the following lines: "If you wanna stop me try again / Try cutting my head off". It's impossible to stop him, just like it was impossible to send him away or stop him from talking in canon.

Everything in this song is just HIM.

Unfortunately people talk They talk, they don't know what they talk about Bring me where I float Cause I lack air here

Once again, the people are the Core Sides: they talk about how he's evil and dangerous and useless. But they don't know what they're talking about. They're (metaphorically) suffocating him with their prejudices, that's why he asks "bring me where I float": he wants to express himself freely, to escape these biases.

Also: water. And with the whole octopus as his animal, it’s just even more fitting.

Moral of the story: this song is perfect for him, Remus should know Italian just to sing it - and he would love the glam rock style of Maneskin as well.

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Barbara Pravi - Voilà

I don’t know how you did it, dear, but these two songs are PERFECT. Zitti e buoni is perfectly Remus, Voilà is perfectly Roman. I feel blessed.

Listen to me, me, the half singer Talk about me, to your loved ones, to your friends Tell them about this little girl with black eyes and crazy dreams What I want is to write stories that you will hear about That's all

Roman, is that you? Because this is you. This is ALL you.

Roman is a "half singer": he cannot sing like he want, he cannot express himself in full. He has rules, laws, morals that forces him to quiet down and bent his creativity.

And, just like a tragic hero, Roman asks that his story will not be forgotten, that others will know about him, his unfortunate life, his "crazy dreams" and especially his passion: writing stories "that you will hear about".

This line in particular reminds me of this part from Recipe for Me:

And still, I continue to write because I have more dreams to fulfill Tales I hoped to tell when I was younger Ideas that I haven't made yet, but I will I'll find my way with my will

The concept is the same in Voilà. Roman is a "controlled" Creativity, surrounded by rules and morals that shut him, but he wants to be heard, he wants to tell stories.

And that’s just it. This is what creativity is all about: talking, puring out its ideas, as loud and freely as possible.

Voilà, voilà, voilà, here is who I am Here I am, even if I'm scared as I'm naked, yes Here I am in the noise and in silence

I love how this song is a way for Roman to express himself, to show himself despite everything. He's like this, he's a "half Creativity", he's scared, he's not perfect. But here he is, "in the noise and in silence". Because your creativity is always here with you, no matter where you are or what you are doing: it will never leave you and it will never stop asking to be heard.

Look at me, or at least what's left of it Look at me, before I hate myself What can I say that another hasn't already said? I don't have much, but I place here what I do have Voilà

Aaaah, yes, I like to wake up with the strong smell of Roman's angst in the morning.

Roman seeing himself as something broken? Perfect. We want more of the angsty boi. Even the fans of King Creativity may read this line as Roman seeing himself as “half of a whole”!

And, again I love how despite feeling broken and hating it, he’s still ready to give everything he has. This is the true essence of the concept of creativity.

Also, why not adding a little more angst?

I want to be loved, because I don't know myself how to like the shape of me

This is perfect, because it reconnects to the first episode, when Roman said his goal would be to love himself first. He never reached this goal after almost 30 episodes - and this line might offer an answer on why: because Roman doesn’t know how. He hates himself so much, he doesn’t know how to love himself.

And that’s probably why he needs another person to love: because it’s easier to love someone else, rather than himself.

Voilà, voilà, voilà, here is who I am Here I am, even if it's the end as I'm naked Here I am in the noise and in rage too Finally, look at me and my eyes and my hands All I have is here, it's my face, it's my scream Here I am, here I am, here I am

This last chorus is awesome: the quintessential of Roman’s desperation, of showing himself, of screaming hoping to be heard by anyone. Unlike Remus who is unstoppable and doesn't care about others, Roman cares. He needs a public, he needs to be heard, otherwise he would lose himself.

And I seriously love how these two songs both have the same idea (embrace yourself and your uniqueness), but talk aboout this theme in such different ways - and yet so fitting for the twins... they are just GREAT.

(On a side note: this song is so dramatically French Roman would love it and sing it with the same passion Barbara used and I would love to see that.)

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EUROVISION 2019

Bilal Hassani - Roi

Come on... Roi. Roi. Considering that "roi" means "king" in French, who could possibly be the Side I would associate this song with? Maybe the Side who already has a King in his playlist?

Nope, this song is for Remus.

Why Remus? The reason is very simple and you can just notice by reading the first verses:

I am me And I know I will always be I am free Sure I am inventing my life Don't ask me who I am

I am The same since I was very little And in spite of looks, opinions I cry, I go out and I laugh

You put me in a box Want me to be like you I don't follow the codes People are disturbed a lot At the end of the day You canno change me, boo! So, let me fly

This song overflows with confidence, the lines talk about someone who is free to be whoever he wants, who has always been the same since he was a child, who is rejected by others and doesn't give a damn, who doesn't "follow the codes" and refuses to be changed by them.

This isn't Roman, but this is the quintessential of Remus. This song is everything about him, from his confidence to his desire to be free.

And the chorus is even clearer:

I'm not rich but i'm shining bright I can't see my kingdom now When I dream, I am a king And I know o-o-ow Even now o-o-ow You try to take me down You cannot break me nah nah

That's him, that's Remus.

On a side note, if Remus also has his "King song", that would strengthen the connection with Roman, since they both would have a song about "being/feeling like a king".

And this song is Roi, king in French. Since I think Remus would definitely know French, this makes Roi an even more fitting choice, doesn’t it?

Who are we ? When we hide, when we fight for free Only god can judge you and me We did not choose what we are

Not only there is a nice religious reference, but these lines are a also a reference to the LGBT community: they hide, they fight, they didn't choose to be like that (no matter what idiots might think) and only God can judge them, not other, very flawled (and, honestly, very pathetic too) humans.

So, if we consider it, there is also a hidden "fuck society" and a "I am gay and proud to be" and those are both very Remus things.

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EUROVISION 2018

Saara Aalto - Monster

I would associate this song with Thomas. And, specifically, to Thomas at the end of the series. Why?

Here's why:

So tonight I'm making friends with all the creatures That are hiding there under my bed

I ain't gonna hold on to these monsters anymore Now I'm gonna let in all the light Tear down the walls At my worst, I found my army strong All the demons are gone You can try and scare me now But I ain't scared no more I ain't scared no more

At the end of the series, Thomas would have befriended all the Sides, especially the "monsters hiding under his bed", the dark bois.

The "final Thomas" will tear down every wall between him and his Sides and will stop hiding/rejecting them. This will make him stronger, because the Sides will be his helpers, parts of him, his friends. He won't be scared anymore by Remus, suspicious towards Janus, afraid of Virgil or terrified by Orange.

"All the demons are gone": the dark sides won't be villains anymore, but friends. And they would help him be stronger.

It's my life I'm ready to lead it I'm gonna roll the dice You better believe it

This part is great as well, because it proves another interesting detail: that Thomas is growing up. He's taking life into his own hands, he's leading it. No more "Oh no, I don't know what to choose between callback and wedding!". He's more confident, he's stronger, he's more mature.

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Hovig - Gravity

Honestly, I think this song can be something all Sides might sing to Thomas. It's basically a testament of how much they care about him:

Let me be your heart and your company I'll let you be the one who can lean on me I'll catch you when you fall When you're falling free Let me be, be your gravity

But the imagery just screams "ROMAN" so much, I can't help but think that yes, this is a great Roman song and it's all from Roman to Thomas.

I mean...

I can be your hero I can be your fantasy Oh, I can be the cure Yeah, let me be Your remedy

He IS Thomas' hero, so how can I ignore this? And he's also the embodiment of Thomas' fantasies, he's the wings that make Thomas fly.

Let me be your wings When you're flying high I'm gonna raise you up 'til you touch the sky I'll catch you when you fall When you're falling free Let me be, be your gravity

It's just pure love for Thomas and it begs me to being a Roman song, so... here it is. A Roman song dedicated to Thomas.

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Eleni Foureira - Fuego

Listen, not only Roman would rock this song, but also dance like a maniac while singing it just like Eleni and no, you can't change my mind.

Just look at how this woman sings and dnaces without never losing a beat until the end. And please consider that on the Eurovision stage there is no autotune: this was her voice and he delivered a great performance without cracks.

So yes, I want Roman singing this.

But the lines are great for him as well! I mean...

Take a dive Into my eyes Yeah the eyes of lioness Feel the power They ain’t lying.

and

Coz I’m way up and I ain’t comin’ down, keep taking me higher Ah yeah ah yeah ah yeah yeah ah yeah ah yeah Coz I’m burning up and I ain’t coolin’ down, yeah I got the the fire Ah yeah ah yeah ah yeah yeah ah yeah ah yeah

Fuego

Someone fiery and passionate, powerful eyes, pride... yep, this is definitely something Roman would sing. Especially because of the fire. Roman is a fiery guy, so fire is very him.

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Yianna Terzi - Oniro Mou

I actually already talked about this song in an old post and I still haven't changed my mind: this song is all about Janus telling Thomas how much he cares about him.

If you look into the depth of me You revive my dream And if you look into my heart I will take you into my arms How would you like me to say this I would die for you I would give my life for you End and beginning, you are everything

Not only the "take you into my arms" reminds me of Change (" I’ll be able to be honest, capable / Of holding you in my arms without letting you fall"), but the last three lines are so incredibly loving and honest I can't think of anyone else but Janus while reading them. Thomas is his end and beginning, Janus would literally die for Thomas and give his life for him.

So, well, it's just very fitting. And I love how dramatic this song is. It doesn't have the jazzy vibe Janus loves, but the drama is all here.

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Francesco Gabbani - Occidentali’s Karma

Do you remember how hard it was to analyze Algorhythm from Logan's playlist? Every line has a meaning and explaining every single one of them took me an eternity.

Well, this song is basically like Algorhythm, but with more philosophy and billions to references. You see the performance on the stage and ahahah, there's a funny dancing gorilla, what a cute song. Then you read the lyrics and BOOM.

I will not analyze this song here, because every line would require at least two paragraphs to explain it. And this post is already long enough as it is, but please, search the meaning of this song: there are references to Shakespeare, Heraclitus, buddhism, Andy Warhol, Desmond Morris and his book "The Naked Ape", Marx, Nietzsche and so on. Basically every line is a reference, a play on words or both at the same time.

What about the main theme? The main theme is the human and especially the contemporary human. In fact, "Occidentali" (Westerners) does not refer to the geographical place, aka Europeans/Americans, but to the western cultural model.

So the title “Occidentali’s Karma” (Westerners Karma) is an insight on contemporary society, on our values and on how, despite how many things changed, we are not so different from our ancestors after all.

This song might seem a perfect choice for Janus. There's a critique of society, there are philosophers and plays on words.

But I’m not too convinced, because even if Janus likes all those things, the number of references is just SO HUGE only a real nerd can find, recognize and appreciate them all.

So yes, this is a Logan song. A song he would probably listen and analyze, enjoying the whole process of knowing more things, finding out all the hidden meanings, the plays on words (we all know you like puns, ya big nerd) and the critical insight. After all, Algorhythm WAS a critique of society, so Logan should appreciate it.

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EUROVISION 2014

Twin Twin - Moustache

Not only the band is called Twin Twin but, as if this wasn't screaming "Creativitwins" enough, the title of the song is "Moustache".

Come on, you know who is the Side perfect for this song.

Psyche! It's both Roman and Remus.

Something is missing, but what? I want this, I want that When I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming in dollars, every day I'm wearing a different suit.

This is very Roman: Roman wants everything (let's not forget Primadonna from his playlist), Roman’s dreams are big. And Roman is Creativity, so he "wears a different suit" every day - aka he directs his creative flow in different stories/songs.

I want this, I want that there's never enough for me it's like this, it's like that there's always something I don't have

This part strongly reminds me of Primadonna. Roman wants everything, every day. He's never satisfied.

And then, Remus busts in and...

I wanted a moustache, a moustache

So my headcanon is that this starts as a Roman's song, all about wanting everything because "there's always something I don't have", until Remus pops out during the chorus and says all he wants is his gorgeous moustache.

*chef’s kiss* Perfection.

But I know what you want, dear audience. You want some angst, don't you?

Fine, so what if the "I want a moustache" line is Roman's subtle way to say that he wants the same freedom his brother has? After all, Roman has "everything one could ever dream of", "I have friends too / even some who like me". All he needs is more creative freedom and the moustache is a subtle way to say that.

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Aarzemnieki - Cake to Bake

This is the ultimate song for all Patton's fans, because it combines Patton's love for baking to Patton being an absolute disaster at it.

Also, it's an incredibly cute song.

I melted the ice of the polar caps Found the raiders of the lost ark Solved a case for the genius from Baker Street Helped to clean the Central Park I created the plan for the Chinese wall Went to desert, made it rain Swam through a shark tank bloodily Found Atlantis, by the way But today

The first verse is already awesome: Patton did a lot of great stuff, even impossible stuff ("solved a case for the genius from Baker Street" is a very nice reference to the Losing My Motivation episode).

But today, he has to face the most difficult task of them all:

I’ve got a cake to bake, and got no clue at all I’ve got a cake to bake, and haven’t done that before Don’t be proud, mate, please, don’t bother Go, come on and ask your mother How to bake, how to bake, bake that cake

Not only this makes me smile every time, but I can perfectly imagine Patton in a kitchen, with all the ingredients in front of him, everything ready and set... and he’s just absolutely lost. Should he use a spoon to stir the flour? And how can he open the vanilla beans? He doesn’t even know how to turn the stove on.

And so, he decides it’s time to ask someone else to help him. Bonus points if the mother is Janus. Also because he is a mom AND a witch, so

Also, this line:

Mix some dough, add some love, let it bake, wait for it

It's SO Patton, because the main ingredient of his recipes IS love! And cumin. And sometimes spit, depending on what he's making: pasta for Roman or some toasts for his angsty teen son.

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Carl Espen - Silent Storm

At first, I thought this was a Logan song: someone who feels empty and alone, who has a storm inside but it's a silent storm, because Logan would never express his feelings in any way.

But there are these lines:

And there’s a silent storm inside me Looking for a home I hope that someone’s gonna find me And say that I belong I’ll wait forever and a lifetime To find I’m not alone There’s a silent storm inside me And someday I’ll be calm Someday I’ll be calm

And maybe it's just me, but this reminds me so much of Virgil. He has a storm inside, his own symbol is a storm. He's searching for a home, after leaving the dark sides. And he hopes someone will say he belongs - Thomas will say he belongs, that Virgil is part of him and of the famILY.

And he's willing to wait all the time, just to get that tiny bit of recognition and acceptance. And, who knows, maybe when he'll get it, the storm inside him will calm down and he will finally be at peace.

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Tinkara Kovač - Round and Round

I don't know if I'm insane (or just extremely self indulgent), but this song is basically Janus during the wedding/callback saga.

Uncertain between worlds Circle after circle, we're trapped in time When you're already familiar with every storm You're playful, and yet you're alone

The first verse sets the time and situation. Thomas is living an uncertain life (just like every actor), trapped in the same cycle, with nothing new coming: same job, same opportunities, no big chances, nothing stable. He's "familiar with every storm", aka Virgil has been accepted. Thomas is happy, but he's alone. No one is actually on his side, not even the Sides themselves. He's not taking care of himself enough, he's too ready to drop everything for his friends, he's spreading himself too thin.

And now I'm gonna show you how to breathe I'm gonna show you how to live I'm gonna hold your heart in hand I'm gonna make you understand

This can be a declaration from Janus: he's tired of working in the shadows, he wants to step up and help Thomas in person. And these lines make me think of him, because of how "firm" (and kinda villain-y) they sound.

He wants to show Thomas how to live, aka what are the best decisions to make). He's going to "hold your heart in hand", aka to have Thomas wrapped around his fingers, to take control and steer him with a strong, confident grip, away from the decisions he considers bad, into making him a lot stronger than before.

And, finally, he wants to make him understand. So if the lines before sounded more like a villain’s plan, this last line adds something more. Janus wants to explain to Thomas why he's doing this, why his decisions are better, why Thomas should trust him.

If we think about it, this is everything Janus tried to do since CLBG: he wrapped Thomas (and the other Sides) around his fingers and made them play the courtroom scenario he built, he tried to steer Thomas away from the selfless decision of going to the wedding. And he tried to make him understand why, with the pinata metaphor.

You don't know you don't know Is it love is it hate What are we changing (What are we doing) You don't know you don't but Can you feel it inside Feel the roses Feel the pride (Can you believe it)

Thomas doesn't know a lot of things. Does he really know what love is? Or hate? Or what he's actually doing, by listening to his Morality? What is Janus doing?

[Deceit]: What am I doing here right now, Thomas? Am I the snake come to trick you into sinning, or have you had your mind made up since the moment you received the news about the callback? (SvS)

Thomas doesn't know a lot of things. But deep down, he knows what he wants to do. He should "feel the roses / feel the pride", both things associated with Roman. He is the one Thomas should listen to. And Janus is hinting it.

Is a moment just a circle Just a song you play on repeat? If we can't change how we're living Isn't life just a lie that we feed

Janus is expressing his frustration here: is Thomas' life doomed to always be the same, a cycle, a "song you play on repeat"? Can't he really change his life because of his selflessness? Will he really miss all the opportunities life offers him, in order to always be a good person?

What's the point of living, then? This wouldn't be life, but "a lie that we feed": instead of living his own life, Thomas would submit it to what others want/need, in order to always be present for them.

This is basically a huge warning from Janus: don't fall into this cycle, break free, I can make you free, listen to me and I will make you understand what is wrong about it.

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