#but who i think i may have irrevocably fucked things up with

[kissesforsatoru]

GUARDIAN ANGEL | wc: 5k~

GUARDIAN ANGEL!HOBIE BROWN X GN!READER

₊˚⌗ hobie was never supposed to get involved with you, yet you and him became irrevocably tied to one another.

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, soft yandere!hobie, near death experiences, marking (not in the way you guys probably think), jealousy, possessive behavior if you squint, implied power dynamics, pet names (love, sweetheart), horribly written british accent, utterly smitten hobie, softie!reader, reader is smaller than hobie, but angels are big compared to humans so that's why (he’s like 6’5+ and he wears platforms), EVERYTHING ABOUT ANGELS IN THIS FIC IS ENTIRELY MADE UP.

notes : please bear in mind that i don't have a full grasp on hobie yet, so he is probably definitely a bit ooc; i did try my best though!! i’m also planning to put this on ao3 at some point, so if you see it pop up there it’s not plagiarized, it’s just me ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

♫₊˚.🎧 now playing . . . fool for you by noita

it was never supposed to turn out like this. you and him were never supposed to happen.

you were only supposed to be 'just another human' to hobie like the rest of everyone else. he wasn't supposed to get involved or contact you directly; he wasn't supposed to get attached. you weren't supposed to get attached to him either. but you did, and he did too. so much that he’s entirely fucked. there’s no coming back from this for you or him.

it's not like this is any of hobie’s fault though, not when he’s known to not follow the rules and definitely not when you're the most precious human he has ever had the pleasure of being the guardian angel of.

he will admit that at first it was boring to watch you, but then it was fun. 

you aren’t anything incredibly special. just a broke college student with very few friends who likes to stay home more than you like to go out. but following you around and laughing his ass off about all of the stupid little things you did when you thought nobody was watching, like talk to yourself or narrate your actions, hobie really enjoyed that. he got a nice kick out of whenever someone would catch you doing one of those things and you’d get all flustered, shy, and painfully awkward.

you're undeniably adorable, and so refreshing. it's nice being your guardian angel in comparison to being one for some grubby old bastard whose morality borders far past what's considered to be good. hobie hates those people, pigs they are, all of them. you aren’t anything like them. you're boring, yeah, but hobie still likes you better than any other human. 

he sometimes pretended that you were talking to him whenever you spoke to yourself out loud, even though that couldn't have been possible. he would smirk and respond to you still with his dry humor and witty remarks because it was fun and it gave him a delightful little buzz. 

he didn't know how, or when, it happened, but hobie then found himself melting whenever he was around you, and more, he didn't mind it.

hobie used to hate angels that fell for humans because they’re such fragile beings; you have to be careful with them, all gentle and soft—it's why they need guardian angel, otherwise, they would die out faster than any other species earth has ever known. and angels, despite what people may think, aren't gentle lovers. they're aggressive and intense by nature due to their power and status as "higher beings." humans are too weak to handle an angel's love; it would be too overwhelming for them to handle, so falling for one is pointless, and hobie always thought that the angels who did were stupid. but he gets it now.

he shouldn’t though.

guardian angels have very specific and strict rules that have to be followed meticulously for both the safety of humans and angels. of course, hobie has broken more than a few of these rules before and he’s also gotten plenty of lectures from miguel about it too—enough for hobie to have actually considered flying under the lunatics' radar by doing his job correctly, but hobie... he doesn't like to be pushed around and forced into a role. especially one as heavy as guardian angel. that's just not him, so he does what he wants.

but still, hobie has never seriously messed up before. he's only had a few slip ups here and there that aren't too reprimandable in comparison to other things. he's tried to be somewhat serious about his job, follow all the important rules and all that. that is until he fell for you.

hobie has broken many of the important rules for you, and the first one was even falling for you in the first place. you made him break that one so easily, almost too easy. the next rule hobie broke for you was communicating with you directly, revealing himself and really getting involved with you. but to be fair, that also wasn't his fault. he didn't have the intention of letting you see him that night, let alone talking to you; it just happened.

your friend gwen told you about guardian angels and how it was possible for you to manifest using the help of yours, and you were awfully excited about finding out if that was true or not. you asked him for a sign that he was there, that he was willing to help you. one thing led to another and suddenly you were nestled deeply into the corner of the wall on your bed, wide eyed and shivering as you stared at him standing across the room.

perhaps it was your over eagerness mixed with his half-developed love for you at the time that made him stupidly decide to give you a sign that he was real in the form of literally showing you that he was real, he doesn't know. either way he did show you himself, and it had shocked you, really (an understatement). it took many hours of him consoling you to get you to understand that he's not some psycho who broke into your home somehow, but your actual, real guardian angel, in the flesh.

you were practically all over him after that, asking him all sorts of questions and touching him just to see if that was even possible for you to do—and to know what it would feel like too. not that he minded anyway. hobie decided then that it was much better having you actually talk to him than it was pretending that you were. and your touch was so soft that hobie had actually faltered a little bit when you reached for his cheek, pressing your palm against his skin and keeping it there for as long as he would let you. 

of all the places you could have touched him, of course you would choose an area that felt so unreasonably intimate, shaking him to his core. luckily you were far too enamored with the idea that he was a real angel for you to notice how much you’d set him off, how much you affect him.

after that he couldn't stay away from you. before he might have had a chance to snap himself out of his little love-sick puppy stupor, but having you aware of him, talking to him, touching him—it was all exhilarating; he loved it. and it would truly be unfair for anyone to expect him to pull away from you and never let anything like that happen again. that was never an option for hobie, so he just didn't. he won’t ever deny himself the pleasure of you.

the last, most recent rule that hobie broke for you, and the one that happens to be the most important of all, was interfering with your life. going against "fate," as miguel calls it. hobie always thought that it was bullshit since a guardian angels' job is to protect, but apparently, they aren’t allowed to prevent their assigned human's death, or cure their illnesses, or anything like that, even though they had the power to. he didn't understand it, but still, he never got attached enough to feel the need to go against that rule until he fell in love with you.

— ୨୧ —

he indulged himself little by little with you. first by allowing himself to enjoy being your guardian angel, then by falling in love with you and involving himself physically with you. and then he started allowing himself to steal your attention from anyone or anything other than him on days he felt oddly needy.

that term isn't something anyone who knew hobie would use to describe him, not even he would use it to describe himself, but with you he's always acted a little bit different. he came to accept it, told himself that it was the "y/n effect" and left it at that. being needy with you was something that hobie didn't really mind all that much; he embraced it, really. 

hobie can at least get away with a little bit of harmless interference this way, by stealing your attention for himself. he didn't mind receiving another long, boring lecture about how he can’t keep breaking rules if it meant he got to spend his day with you holed up in your little apartment, just the two of you. you and him and nobody else.

he'd show up out of nowhere when you least expected him to, always, and tug on your arm, pull you into his body and coax you into staying with him. he'd tell you that going to work would be bad for you, leave you sick and groggy—you hate being sick and all groggy, and only a fool would think hobie wouldn’t use that to his advantage.

"you have to listen to your guardian angel, love," he would tell you, tilting his head to look down at your small frame, admiring the slight angry pout on your lips. "i know what's best for you, so stay, yeah?"

you always do listen to him. you trust him completely, after all, because you're such a naive human that could never ever think that hobie, your guardian angel, has bad intentions with you. and he doesn't, no, he's just a little bit selfish. no harm in that, right? 'course not.

hobie can go a little overboard with his selfishness whenever you have a date to go on though. he shouldn't be because you're a human and he's an angel and he could never have you for real, right? so he should let you have your little love story with your puny little human boy. 

but hobie is going to be selfish regardless of the facts. regardless of some stupid rules.

he hates the idea of you being with some dumb human when you have him. he's perfect, he's an angel. he's strong enough to protect you, he has your best interest always in mind—it's his literal job—he can love you the way you deserve to be loved and more, he can care for you better than anyone else in the world because he knows you best and knows exactly what you need without ever having to tell him. no human can ever compare to him.

no human will ever be as cool as him either. hobie doesn't think any guy can top him when he's a punk angel—what could possibly be cooler than that? you said it yourself when the two of you first met. 

"wow, i didn't think angels could look so... cool. hobie, you're amazing; what the hell!? how did someone like me get you as a guardian angel?”

who are you to be going on dates when you compliment him so sweetly like that. you obviously have an interest in him and all hobie needs to do is push you in the right direction, so he doesn't mind telling you any excuse he can come up with to get you to drop a guy, stupid and unreasonable or not.

"that guy just wants you for your body."

"that guy has a love already that he's not telling you about."

“that guy isn’t a good person, he’ll be a bad influence for you.”

"sweetheart, he's too ugly for you." he told you one time as an excuse, and you did not like that one. 

"hobie! it's not about looks, it's about personality, and– and the heart!" you yelled at him, smacking his chest lightly as you pulled away from him and rushed your way down the hall towards your room.

"oh, s'at right? you like guys with ‘heart’?" he huffed a laugh as he followed behind you, leaning against your door frame when he got to your room. you turn around to glare at him, but he only smirks at your ruffled posture.

cute. cute.

"yes, actually! unlike you. i had no idea angels could be such assholes," you grit before turning back around to flop yourself face first into bed.

you always do that when you're upset with him, which isn't often at all, but it happens enough for hobie to pick up on the little habits you develop, and this is certainly one of them. you don't like looking at him 'cause he ‘does stuff to you,’ apparently. makes you unable to stay mad if you look at him too long, so you just choose not to. 

he pushes off the wall and saunters towards you, pressing a knee into your bed as he reaches over to tug at your arm, urging for you to roll over, to look at him. "c'mon, you don't mean that, love." he smiles when you do eventually turn to look at him, and this time with a much less angry expression on your pretty face.

"no, i don't," you sigh defeatedly, "but you are pretty mean sometimes, hobes."

that nickname. he loves that nickname. he loves even more that you were the one who gave it to him.

he hums thoughtfully before responding, "not to you though, and tha's what matters, don't you think?" you roll your eyes at him, shifting so that you're flat on your back now as you look up at him. you don't say anything more, only stare up at him with your pretty eyes, all glossy and shining under the dim light in your room. big, and so fucking innocent.

god. fuck.

hobie crawls over you slowly, keeping his eyes steadily on you as he does. he brings a hand to your cheek, stroking his thumb over your soft skin gently as he settles himself above you, and then he reaches his thumb to press into your chin so that he can get a good grip on your face. to keep you from gettin' all shy on him, ‘cause he knows you will when you realize what he’s about to do to you.

his eyes flit down to your lips when your tongue darts out to lick across your bottom one, all sensual like—or maybe hobie is getting too worked up. yeah, probably that, but whatever.

you sigh shakily when hobie starts to lean down closer. you're so pliant, laying there nice and still for him even though you're feeling nervous right now. because you trust him; there isn't anything hobie could do that would make you not trust him.

hobie has to keep himself from absolutely devouring you when his lips press to yours. he has to remind himself to be soft, to not be too aggressive so he doesn't scare you too much, or hurt you either; the weak little whine you let out as he kisses you does nothing to help his self-control stay intact though. thankfully, you grab tightly at his leather vest and tug for him to come closer, inviting him to press further into you and kiss you deeper.

hobie balances himself up on his knees as the hand that was holding him up comes to knead at your waist and tummy, feeling and rubbing there as gently as he can right now in his worked-up state—which is just barely enough for him not to leave imposing bruises on your skin from how much stronger he is compared to you. you don't seem to mind how tightly he holds onto you though, because you're still eagerly kissing him back, making all sorts of pleased little noises that hobie is all too happy to swallow up.

hobie only pulls away when you start squirming under him, signaling that you need to breathe. he wraps his arms around you and pulls you tight against his body as he nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your delicious scent and placing little kisses on your neck as you pant softly.

"you don't need another man, you know that love?" he ask you, tells you, after a while of the two of you just laying together.

"yeah, i guess i don't," you reply to him, airy and quiet, right before you fall asleep tucked nicely into his arms. exactly where you belong.

— ୨୧ —

jessica stops hobie one night right as he's about to leave and go see you.

"if miguel finds out about this, you know he's going to be pissed, right?” she says, coming up behind him. “maybe you can get off on a wrist slap for breaking small, stupid rules, but falling in love with a human is something miguel absolutely will not allow, hobie."

hobie scoffs and rolls his eyes but doesn’t reply, nor does he turn around to look at her. his emotions and feelings would be right on display for her if he did. she’d know well how much he fucked up, and that would be a hit to his pride. ‘specially since he always told her about his dislike for angels who fell for humans. 

"what’s ’at got anything to do with me, mm?" he decides to respond out of courtesy, turning his head to look at her through his peripheral, "i'm not in love with any human."

hobie knows that jessica knows that's a lie. it's obvious he's in love with you because of how different he's acting. doing his job right and all that, to some degree at least. breaking the 'don't get in physical contact your human' and 'don't fall in love with your human' rules aside, he's properly keeping up with his status reports about you, he's not off doing other things when he's supposed to be with you. he's being the good proper guardian angel he should be, and that is definitely out of character for hobie. it was really only a matter of time before someone found out. hobie is just lucky it was jessica who put two and two together first instead of miguel. then he’d have a real big problem on his hands. 

jessica sighs. "all the stuff miguel says about angels getting attached and falling for humans being dangerous is true, hobie, not just some control tactic to keep angels on a leash. it could cost your human their life, and you your job," she warns before leaving.

hobie always liked how not-pushy she is; it’s why he prefers her over miguel. but he thinks she's wrong, because he would never let you die. ever. he couldn’t care less about losing this shitty job though.

— ୨୧ —

the conversation with jess, as much as hobie hates to admit it, put a real damper on his mood. 

he's agitated when he gets to your apartment, showing up right in your room where he knows that you are because he can feel you there. and once he is there, he eases up a little bit. all of his racing thoughts seem to disappear when you come into his vision so he can see you now, not just feel you. seeing and feeling you is nice; it grounds him.

you jolt when you see him suddenly appear behind you in the reflection of the mirror that you're sitting in front of though. a gentle gasp falls from between your pretty lips as you whirl around quickly to look at him, eyes widening like a doe caught in headlights. you ease up quickly, realizing that it's just him; you sigh the words under your breath as you deflate a little bit, coming down from the brief bit of adrenaline you must have felt with him scaring you like that. 

goodness, aren't you just so delicate? it's a damn shame hobie's not supposed to go falling for a human, isn't it? a load of tosh that is.

he smirks, "sorry, love. didn't mean to scare you li' that,” he says easy, stepping forward until he's a few feet in front of you, looking down at you, looking up at him. your eyes are glimmering under the artificial light of the lamp settled next to the mirror. he thinks that even in such dodgy lighting, your eyes and soft expression are still utterly enrapturing. the soft, charming glow that the light provides to your features draws a pleased hum from hobie.

so pretty. you're so damn pretty.

"geez, hobes," you say, huffing as you look away from him and down at your lap, "you can't just keep randomly showing up like that; you may well give me a heart attack one of these days if you do." your laugh is music to his ears. airy, pitched, and sweet like the ripest peach. sweeter than the ripest peach.

an angel's voice is supposed to be the most beautiful sound, people say, but hobie disagrees. he would much rather listen to you talk or laugh all day long rather than ever have to hear another word uttered from his shitty coworkers' mouths.

"i would never let that happen to you," he says, tone shifting from playful to serious. hobie feels better that he’s with you now, but the bit jess said about you dying clings to him still. weasels it’s way into his thoughts and makes his stomach lurch. he’s buzzing, and not in the nice delightful kind of buzzing that you bring out of him, no. he just needs you right now. 

he needs to feel you—really feel you, beyond the way he feels your life force tied to him, fluctuating with your emotions and physical state. he needs to actually touch you, hold you.

hobie gets down onto his knees in front of you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you up into his chest as he does. you whimper in surprise at the sudden proximity between you and him, your hands instinctively grabbing at his shoulder and jacket to steady yourself, even with how tightly he's holding you against him because his presence just overwhelms you too much. he always makes you feel dizzy and weak in the knees. you can never seem to function, not without his help. but that's normal between humans and angels. you aren't made to handle him, you aren't supposed to, but that's okay; he can be as gentle as you need him to be. 

"look at me, love," hobie whispers, hooking a finger under your chin, nudging you to look at him. you squeak when your eyes meet his, no doubt incredibly flustered—he can feel that you are. can feel your pulse throbbing as heat rushes through your skin, radiating a dull warmth for him to sink into as his fingers dig deeper into your skin. he smirks, huffing out a faint laugh as he looks down at you, admiring you.

"there you go, sweetheart," he praises you softly, brushing the pad of his thumb across the slight curve of your bottom lip. your eyes flutter closed briefly as you take a shaky breath, and then you open them again, watching him intently, and god does it make hobie feel all sorts of things. 

"'m never gonna let anyone or anything hurt you," he murmurs, tightening his grip around your waist and holding you firmly against his chest with each word uttered, “you’re too precious for me to be careless with you like i am the rest of the shitty people in this shitty world. only you matter to me, yeah? just you and nobody fucking else.” he finishes quietly, dipping down to kiss lightly on your cheeks, one on each side, and then another on your forehead, drawn-out and lingering even after he pulls away.

you're practically melting in his hold by the time he does pull away, so pliable and warm, and you're looking at him with hooded eyes that you can barely keep open. delirious as you are, utterly suffocated by him, your grip on his shoulder and jacket is still relentless, unwavering, as if he would slip away from you if you loosened up the tiniest bit. you want him, need him, near to you as much as he wants you near, really. it's not just him with all of these intense, overwhelming and all-consuming emotions; it's you too.

“hobie,” you whine, nearly breathless, “can you– can we please kiss again? on the… the lips?” you plead, tugging at his jacket in desperation.

“anything for you, sweetheart,” hobie whispers, leaning forward until his mouth is hovering over yours, breathing you in slowly before he finally closes them together. he kisses you slow and tender, taking his time in savoring how delicious you taste. you sigh contentedly, tilting your head to the side and parting your lips for his tongue to delve inside of your mouth.

the hand he has wrapped around your waist slides across your body, feeling every dip and curve down to your thigh, where he grabs at gently, swinging it up to his hip as he pushes off the floor. your legs wrap around him instinctively to hold yourself up in his arms as he carries you across the room to your bed, his lips never once parting away from yours as he does. his other hand is holding your chin and jaw in place so that you can't pull away from him either, wanting as much contact with you at a time as he can get away with. he knows you wouldn't pull away from him so easily, but he likes controlling the kiss, likes it when you let him lead the way and guide your body with his. 

hobie carefully sits down on the bed and leans back against the wall, settling you into his lap comfortably before his hand starts roaming all over your body; along your hips and over your thighs, squeezing the fat in his hands before moving back up and dipping under your shirt to feel at your tummy. you moan and whimper into the kiss, shivering under his touch when his hand grazes along especially sensitive areas of your body. 

when hobie pulls away you're panting and dazed, humming mindlessly in pleasure as hobie starts pressing kisses down your jaw and neck. his teeth graze lightly along the sensitive flesh beneath your ear teasingly before his tongue dips out to lick delicately at the spot, making your body thrum and pulsate in delectation. he nips once at your skin before finally pulling away to look at you, to savor how much of a mess he was able to make you into with a heated kiss. and god do you look absolutely stunning like this. swollen lips parted as you breath out small puffs of air, hooded eyelids, and your clothes are entirely disheveled from where hobie had pushed them up and slid his hands under. 

fuck, you’re lovely.

"you look a mess, sweetheart," he rasps fondly, running his fingertips lightly along your hips and thighs.

"'ts your fault," you mumble, falling into his chest and nuzzling your nose into his neck, exhaling softly as you close your eyes and relax. hobie wraps both of his arms around you and rubs your back gently, soothing you until you hum contentedly.

"yeah, i suppose it is, isn't it?" he agrees quietly, not wanting to disrupt your somnolence. 

hobie lays with you in his arms for hours after that, listening intently to your steady heartbeat and soft, rhythmic breathing, every now and then feeling you shift with a cute disgruntled little huff whenever you've stayed in one position for too long. hobie loves your sleepy, content little sounds, loves the way your fingers curl around his vest; even in your sleep you're still clinging onto him, because you need him, and he loves it. 

hobie loves you.

— ୨୧ —

hobie knows he's not supposed to interfere with fate. it's against the rules, or whatever bullshit excuse everyone says it is. hobie didn't really care that much about it before because he's never cared about anyone enough to ever want to change their fate, but now he has you, and you need him more than ever to keep you safe, to keep you from dying. 

god, he doesn't know how it happened, but you were crying for him so desperately. curled on the floor, gasping for air and clutching onto life with weak claws, you were calling his name. it was like sensory overload, hearing every strewn-out letter of his name mixed in with your sobs, with the incessantly throbbing and pulsating of your life force weakening, slowly and agonizing. 

the second you had been put in danger, hobie felt it. all throughout his body and deep within his soul, he felt you dying. there was a shift in the air at that moment, a suffocating, excruciatingly tense one that everyone around hobie had noticed; jess and miguel, and his best friend pavitr. 

they all yelled and screamed at him that he couldn't go to you, lunging to stop him as he fumbled for the watch that would help him get to you the fastest, but the noise they made was dull and muffled in comparison to the way you cried for him. and god did it feel like he was getting stabbed through the heart mercilessly every time that you did. how dare they ever expect him to just listen to then when you were in so much fucking pain, all alone and the only one you wanted was him. 

he had to save you. fuck the rules and fuck his shitty job; you were far more important to him than any of that. it didn’t matter to hobie that in order to save you he had to enchain his soul with yours, it didn't matter to him that he would share every bit of pain with you now, even your last breath if you ever took it, because hobie would rather give up his entire being to you than ever have to live without you.

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[comradekatara]

Do you have a favorite Atla-ship/ships you like a lot? (Both shipping of characters and the boats in the show)

lmfao well i like the southern water tribe boats a lot. i think the blue sails on the cutters are very pretty. the fire nation boats are not nearly as nice to look at, but also shoutout to these things that can be seen pulling the fire nation kids’ boat at the beginning of “the beach”:

they’re never brought up again, but also I just looked it up and apparently they’re called manatee whales. personally I don’t think that even begins to cover it, but whatever. not my problem!

in terms of relationships, korrasami is hands down my favorite avatar ship of all time and it’s not even close. i know i dont talk about them as much any more bc this is mostly an atla blog and also it’s been nearly a decade, but you just gotta trust me when i tell you that they literally irrevocably changed and improved my life. we don’t really talk about the monumental groundbreaking importance of korrasami anymore, but at the time that shit was fucking crazy, like if you weren’t there i don’t even know how to begin to explain it to you. for all of lok’s flaws, the fact that korrasami even exists at all is truly amazing to me. i will love them forever

as for other ships, my favorite ship in atla specifically is mai/ty lee. they were sort of the proto-korrasami for me lol. love those bitches. also love sokka/yue (i think i might be the only one who actually truly Gets them, but that’s ok, that’s my burden to bear) and sokka/suki of course (bi4bi excellence). also, technically not atla but i really love yangchen and kavik together. i feel like a fake lesbian for citing them and not kyoshi and rangi, but (and i’m sorry for this) they really are so much more interesting to me. anyway, i guess if i had to pick my top 5 avatar ships it would be those. i guess that’s a pretty predictable answer if you already know me but like. what did you expect

#sharenadraculea #asks #id in alt text #asamixkorra #i spend way too much time on the ‘avatar fauna’ page -_-

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

What do you think was the immediate aftermath to the “Prank”? I actually do think Sirius was remorseful for what he did at the time(I think his attitude in PoA could be explained by how he was in Azkaban all those years, had to survive on very little, and was just not in a good place to process his past properly at the time. And he does acknowledge that he acted poorly during SWM, so I feel like with time he would realize that he could’ve handled those situations better- even if Snape could be a dick lol. At a certain point someone has to take the high road XD), but I think it still would have taken a while for Remus to forgive him or for the group to go back to the way it was. But if I’m being honest, I feel like the group never really went back to the way it was when we consider how both Remus and Sirius thought the other was a spy :/. I also think that James would have been put in a hard spot, because he’s incredibly loyal to his friends, and Sirius is(let’s face it lol) his favorite, but this “prank” could have gone very wrong in so many different ways and I feel that James may have been able to recognize more than Sirius at first.

(I also don’t understand why JKR would place SWM after “The Prank” because why on earth would James and Sirius continue to antagonize Snape to that extent when he now knows one of their best friend’s deepest and darkest secret(and there couldn’t have been anything magical keeping Snape from saying anything, seeing as he gives away the secret in Book 3)? But I digress lol(although I will say that one minor change I make for myself is imagining the Prank as happening after SWM since that makes more sense to me)

I have so many thoughts on “The Prank” mainly because while I love Sirius(and I do think his good qualities outweigh his bad ones), this situation showcases one of his biggest flaws(he can be reckless to the point where other people can/are at the risk of getting seriously hurt or worse) and I just find it really interesting to explore that and how it would have affected the Marauders and their dynamic at the time

Oooh boy do I have THOUGHTS about the Prank and SWM. I'm actually very okay with SWM happening after the Prank. It shows that James and Sirius took a LONG time to grow and were still dicks late into their fifth year. But let's get to the fun!

Immediate aftermath of the Prank:

I wholeheartedly agree that the group was never the same after the Prank. I think the Marauders were always on thin ice or precarious ground, and it was only because of James that they were all together. Sirius and James were like magnets for each other. James picked up the underdog, Remus, and Remus brought in the super underdog, Peter. That's not to say that Sirius didn't care for Remus and Peter, but everything in canon suggests that Sirius was a Prongs fangirl, not a Moony or Wormtail fangirl.

But let's get to the Prank. Snape thought something was up with Lupin. I believe Sirius thought one of two things: 1) fuck around and find out, and 2) he's not actually stupid enough to go whomping willow/werewolf hunting. There is definitely some blame on Severus for following through, but it's more on Sirius for underestimating Severus and potentially ruining Remus's life. Because it was James who pulled Severus back, Sirius probably felt more remorse than had it been someone else.

I believe that after the Prank, Remus's trust in Sirius was irrevocably changed. I think that Remus implicitly trusted Sirius before, but after the Prank, the nature of the friendship changed. I imagine that Remus didn't change much outwardly. He's a coward at heart and didn't want to rock the boat. But the thing is, Sirius isn't stupid. He almost certainly noticed a change in Remus's behavior. Remus probably went more passive-aggressive, and that laid the foundation for Sirius believing Remus to be the spy later, because of his behavior change. For Remus, it's the same thing, because of Sirius's capacity to use him for a cruel prank.

I do think that they were friends and remained friendly. James was the foundation for their friendship, and as long as James was alive and friendly with both, they would remain friends. However, with more people dying, Remus off with werewolves and Sirius doing who-knows-what, it would make sense for Sirius to think that Remus was a spy and vice versa. When Halloween '81 happened and the Potters were killed, Remus was probably shocked but not surprised. Sirius was capable of darkness.

And THIS is why I'm very okay with the Prank happening before SWM. Imagine Remus thinking the same thing during SWM - 'guys, please stop antagonizing him' - and James and Sirius continue antagonizing Severus for fun, because they're bored. This is abundant proof that Sirius still had a lot of growing up to do, as did James. Imagine Remus after the Potters die, thinking how Sirius could do this?, but then being reminded of SWM, where Sirius continued to play with his food, so to speak. Imagine Remus thinking it impossible for Sirius to turn his back on his friends, but after Peter is 'killed', and Remus was almost exposed in the Prank, that means the only person left for Sirius to betray was James. With that track record, Remus could've very well thought Sirius was the traitor.

I love Sirius as well. My man, like Remus, has layers. Their friendship in later years - post-Azkaban - was cobbled together by shared memories of James and years of trauma/betrayal by one another and Peter. At this point I imagine a friendship of convenience - they're friends because few people understand the trauma they went through, but they're never going to be BFFs the way that James and Sirius were. If Sirius is fire, James is the sunshine that fuels him, while Remus is a moldy wet log of a human being.

As always @puppyduckster you've given me tremendous food for thought and provided excellent insight on the characters we so love.

#remus lupin #sirius black #severus snape #james potter #the marauders #marauders era #peter pettigrew #the prank #snape's worst memory #marauders meta #hp meta #hp marauders #asks #send asks

[pippin-pippout]

So I dragged myself kicking and screaming and, yes, mostly in denial, through the last episodes of A Journey to Love.

My thoughts can be summarized as follows:

Obviously this is mainly due to me being horrifically traumatized by Yuan Lu’s death. After all, they told us from the get go he wouldn’t live to 20. They made it clear he had a deadly heart disease. And then. They had the nerve. They had the audacity. They had the actual fucking bahoonga BALLS to follow through!?

But then I found myself sobbing at literally every good guy death scene, plus all of the mourning scenes. The latter was in large part thanks to Alen Fang's acting - deepest apologies to him for just referring to his character as 'the slutty one' for the majority of the show. Not that I was wrong. Also thanks to strong performances from He Lan Dou for Yuan Lu's death.

Anyway so I need to add this gif x4 for the Liudao Hall babies:

Qian Zhao, da ge, who made mistakes but always did right in the end

Sun Lang, who just wanted to hold something fluffy at the end, dying a hero

Yuan Lu, who died in his princess's arms after running to deliver a letter rendered useless by the Emperor of An's greed.

Yu Shisan, who lived as he lived and had such a happy moment with Chu Yue right before it all became irrevocable.

When they added Yu Shisan to the snowball fight, I just about lost it. Liu Yuning's acting there - having the realization about Shisan's death as he watched them play in real time was so well done. Really hurt.

Plus I'll make a couple of versions with edits.

For the Wu Emperor. I knew it was gonna happen from the spoilers but damn, him genuinely learning the value of friendship and brotherly love made me root for him. Dude did not deserve to go out like that. Thank goodness for the magic of CDramas where he lived just long enough to pass on his will to Ning Yuanzhou, and do one last act of good.

It also ensured Duke of Chu was able to pass on his command to his daughter, Chu Yue, before dying of the same (was not clear if her bro died or not, or if dad was always going to choose her).

And for Deng Hui. Started out thinking he was just a sexist bastard. Turns out he was one of the most principled characters in the show.

Their deaths didn't make me cry, but I respect them.

Also loved Chen Du Ling's (Empress of Wu) small part in this. I may not like all of her characters but she can deliver a scene and hold a room. It was a bit cathartic to see her put every man in their place, and basically decide the fate of two countries, even though her lament that she'd only ever have power through another held true.

Ah Ying, my baby girl. This is a character that could have turned people off from the beginning. Thanks to strong writing and stronger acting, it did not. I was super impressed with He Lan Dou. She can dial it up and dial it down in a single take, and can play big dramatic scenes with a subtlety that some older actors cannot grasp. This was the first thing I've seen her in, though for her and Chen You Wei (Yuan Lu) I might watch Tiger and Crane if someone tells me it's good.

I still think Li Tongguang is a perverted and creepy child, who never managed to learn (except in literally the last ep), but at least I trust that he will treat Ah Ying well. I don't hold it against him for screwing up the battle - he was trying to be benevolent but made a bad choice.

The main couple win it for me this year. What an inspired pairing. They beat out heavy hitters including Bai Lu x Everyone which was near impossible. Something to do with letting Liu Shi Shi use Liu Yuning's height against him at every possible moment. Also the 'if you die, I'll finish the job and then follow you' is my favorite dynamic. I swear when Ruyi threw those bombs, NOT NEEDING TO HAVING ALREADY SUCCEEDED AT KILLING THE KING AND PRINCE, just to join him, y'all I died. Good for whoever posthumously gave her the Marquis title on her own (not just furen) - couldn't tell if it was Li Tongguang acting as regent or Dayang (great shot of those two at the end).

The final episode was one of the best final cdrama episodes I've seen. I might have to make another post about that. In sum, despite losing a large portion of the well-loved cast, the remainder gave a world-class finale. The visuals were incredible (explosions are my favorite). The final scene was beautiful (though I'm a bit surprised they gave it to Chu Yue instead of Ah Ying who knew all 6 of them closely).

#a journey to love #一念关山 #yi nian guan shan #liu yuning #liu shi shi #he lan dou #alen fang #fang yilun #chen youwei #ning yuanzhou #ren ruyi #yang ying #yu shisan #yuan lu #li tongguang #qian zhao #sun lang #chu yue

[arlathvhenan]

What's your take on Flemeth *in DAO*? Inquisition was my first DA game, and I was shocked to discover the "you were never in danger from me" lady actually treated Morrigan very poorly. Most of my wardens agree to fight Flemeth if Morrigan tells them of her childhood. But I have a feeling Solas would be pissed as hell knowing Mythal had to (temporarily) die again.

I think Flemeth is a deeply complex woman who was victimized long ago and that cocktail of rage and pain that’s been stewing inside her for centuries has warped her immeasurably and irrevocably. She’s the victim who went on to become the abuser.

I also know that bitch isn’t really dead, because we’ve been through this one with Flemeth before and the woman is always 50 steps ahead.

I also don’t think what happened between her and Solas was unplanned. The two clearly have essentially the same goals* and appear to have been working towards these goals together for ages. What happened in the epilogue was left intentionally vague, but if you take in to context what we know about these characters, their abilities, and how magical shit works in Thedas, you can put together a decent interpretation.

My interpretation is thus:

What happened in the epilogue was the contingency plan Solas desperately wanted to avoid, and it’s likely a factor in why losing his Orb is so devastating to him. Flemeth/Mythal knew before hand what would happen and made the proper preparations. I think the reason Flemeth acts so seemingly out of character there is because Flemeth herself had already bounced. She sent her soul/spirit/whatever through the Eluvian to occupy the next host body. I have theories on ho that host might be, but that’s for another post. Point is, she’s been doing that exact thing for centuries, not sure what would stop her now.

So who was that we spoke to? I think it was just Mythal. Flemeth bounced, leaving Mythal’s wisp and possibly also the Archdemon behind.

Note—if Morrigan’s son Kieran exists in your world state, then the scene you get instead of going to the shrine takes place in The Fade (supposedly the actual Fade). And instead of it being just Flemeth, you find she’s essentially kidnapped her own grandson to preform some ritual on him involving the Archdemon soul. That line where she tells Morrigan “you were never in danger from me” is triggered after Morrigan refuses to sell out her own son to save herself—“I will not be the mother you were to me.”

What was Flemeth planning to do with Kieran? Who knows, but after Morrigan’s little freak out she extracts the Archdemon soul from Kieran with ease. Literally flicks her hand and whoosh. There goes Urthemiel. Now she’s got the demon…temporarily.

Kieran may be quantum but I think Flemeth likely ends up getting her hands on Urthemiel regardless. If I’m right, then the Archdemon as well as Mythal are now rooting around in Solas’ head. Think Justice and Anders from DA2 but instead of a regular spirit it’s two ancient beings with godlike power. I’m not sure this is an arrangement he’s particularly ok with, but it’s what he feels must be done for the greater good.

Thing is, I’m not sure the greater good actually matters to Flemeth or Mythal at this point. Maybe they did once, but the two have been warped over the ages. They care more about vengeance than justice. Even so, there’s a part of them (or maybe just Mythal) that has enough self awareness to feel guilt over how badly she keeps fucking over the people she’s meant to live most.

There are obvious parallels between Mythal and Divine Justinia, which is how people like myself have come to draw parallels between Solas and Leliana. Based on the very scant knowledge we have of their relationship, it seems like Solas (as Fen’Harel) was her left hand. Like Liliana, he was asked to do the dirty work. The kind of things that leave scars behind, both physical and emotional, and will eventually wear a person down over time.

When Flemeth/Mythal says to Solas, “I’m sorry, too” I can’t help but think of the message Justinia (or a spirit who identified with her) asked the Inquisitor to give Leliana: “I’m sorry, I failed you, too.”

I could keep going regarding my thoughts on Flemeth and that whole situation, but then this post would go on for miles.

TLDR; Flemeth is always suss

#dragon age #dragon age Flemeth #dragon age origins #dragon age inquisition #dragon age dreadwolf

[supanuts]

if i had to compare i’d say before i felt worse for zee than sprite because, even though obviously no one should have gotten beaten up in the first place, zee ended up being the victim of the attack when he wasn’t even the target.

then we saw a bit of their childhood and how zee didn’t really have any say in the matter re: playing volleyball, and how their dad cared enough about sprite to take him out of the situation with their mother but he left zee behind for some reason. we saw sprite taking over zee’s life and- yes, with the best of intentions, but still- changing it irrevocably either by not thinking about the ramifications of everything he’s been doing to get close to the team or by not even considering that zee’s not close to them because he doesn’t want to be.

zee lost all agency and now he thinks he may have lost salmon too, the only person he’s been close to. so yes, all in all zee is in a horribly unfair situation, and his anger at finding out about the switch was more than justified.

but we’ve also seen sprite, who we know hated volleyball as a kid, working so hard to not only be able to play passably but trying to become good for zee, so he can help him achieve his dream. we’ve seen him exhaust himself trying to keep up with the demands of being both a volleyball player and a jiujitsu fighter at the same time, and obviously there’s plenty of guilt to what he’s doing but he’s doing it for his brother; he’s been trying to fix zee’s team so they’ll work better together, trying to make sure zee has a relationship with his teammates and will have friends when he comes back.

sprite might not have thought things through that much, his thought process is... flawed to say the least. but he’s doing everything he can for zee’s benefit to the point of losing himself (or at the very least his name) in the process. and sprite made friends! he fell in love! and now he’s coming to the realisation that zee is going to walk back into his own life at any moment and he will have to walk away from all that.

meanwhile zee has decided to become sprite for a while (i’m guessing because he wants a vacation from his own life and pressures, maybe see how it feels like to not devote every waking moment to volleyball since he’s never had that chance before…) and practice jiujitsu with his fucked up leg because if even sprite can do it of course he can too. after all everyone, even him, seem to view sprite as a good-for-nothing that always messes things up.

and that was already painful enough when it was coming from their parents, but seeing the person sprite is sacrificing everything for thinking the same… yeah i feel worse for sprite now

#twins #twins the series #trying to sleep and zee and sprite keep running around in my head like hamsters on a wheel #obviously their relationship has always been fraught #more so after their separation i guess #but i need them to work on it and FIX IT #bc damn did that hurt

[chasingfictions]

buffy and cordy are literally never not saving each other like the cycle is going on and on forever, in the first episode buffy attacks cordy thinking she's a monster, something she has to save others from. but no, it's just cordelia. cordelia a person and cordelia a shadow self to buffy, the person she was before who she wants to pretend she doesnt have a link to anymore, but she does. cordy asking "what is your childhood trauma" underscores this, bc like, cordy, you are. the person you are, the person buffy didn't get to be because at 15 she was plucked out of that life and into something else she didn't choose. you're buffy's childhood trauma, and she almost just stabbed you through the heart because she was so unaware of her environs.

and after that buffy is constantly saving cordelia. she saves cordy in the harvest, she saves cordy in witch, saves cordy in out of mind out of sight, saves cordy in when she was bad, saves cordy in some assembly required, saves cordy in reptile boy. not including all the times she saves cordy by proxy by virtue of saving all the scoobies / the town / the world.

which is to say!!!! that buffy feels she has irrevocably lost this part of herself!!! and her response is to keep on saving it!!! buffy saves her lost, repressed self as often as she can!!!!!

but then we hit halloween!!! buffy at the peak so far of her childhood slayer trauma (i mean that's the thing is buffy is still in her childhood here. the trauma she is currently accruing is part of her childhood trauma). and halloween is so deeply about the specific cordelia of it all. she picks the pink, feminine dress because it's what she thinks angel will like. and angel has been part of her triangulated desire with cordelia from the beginning, the two of them vying over him in part because of their sublimated desire for each other that needs a straight outlet. but also something angel says in this episode ("i hated the girls back then. simpering morons, the lot of them") calls back to coffy's other most prominent triangulated desire man, owen, of never kill a boy on the first date fame ("i just find most girls pretty frivolous. i mean, there's a lot more important things in life than dating, y'know?"). and that through-line alone is so coffy. like, in never kill a boy on the first date, the first priority for buffy and cordy both is dating. it's part of buffy's perceived humanity that she can't allow herself to fully think about. like, looking at this line in halloween, before their conversation is literally intercepted by cordelia:

"But who am I kidding? Dates are things normal girls have. Girls who have time to think about nail polish and facials. You know what I think about? Ambush tactics. Beheading. Not exactly the stuff dreams are made of."

or this line in becoming, another episode rife with buffy's-lost-life vibes, from the 1996 flashback to the literal coming out scene this line is a part of:

"It doesn't stop! Do you think I chose to be like this? Do you know how lonely it is? How dangerous? I would love to be upstairs watching TV or gossiping about boys or God, even studying. But I have to save the world. Again."

and that loops back again to the halloween costume! buffy's noblewoman's whole job is literally just to date!! ("I was brought up as a proper lady. I'm not meant to understand things. I'm just meant to look pretty and then someone nice will marry me. Possibly a baron.") and she does all of this while literally. Literally. wearing cordelia's hairstyle. the curly iteration of which we've most notably seen at this point in literally the other episode about buffy having lost her pre-slayer humanity and femininity ("What kind of moron would be May Queen anyway?" // "I was."):

but this all loops around back to coffy saving each other!!! namely that this is the first (but not the last) episode where cordelia saves buffy instead!! or is at least in the saving role in their relationship. buffy clings to cordelia fucking constantly in this episode, hides behind her, goes to her for comfort and safety, exhibits so much trust in her. and cordelia in turn checks on buffy, makes sure she's okay:

which is to say!!!! that buffy-as-cordelia, buffy-as-the-self-that-was-lost, buffy-as-an-exaggerated-version-of-that-self, finds safety and solace in the actual embodiment of that self!!! when buffy has regressed to who she imagines herself to be before, cordelia is still the person she wants to save her!!!!! which is all the more telling when we consider that xander says at the end of the episode that they were conscious in their costume selves the whole time. unable to influence their actions, as far as they were aware, but still that implies some degree of their selfhoods being involved. a return to instinct, if on a more sublimated level than in an episode like tabula rasa.

and this is even crazier btw!!!! when you realize that not only is buffy dressed as cordelia, but cordelia is dressed as buffy!!!!!!!!!. I'm not gonna go into a whole thing about why cats are slayercoded but just. look at those images and then read @knightofcup 's post about it

which means!!!! not only is 18thCentury!buffy clinging to cordelia because in fact she feels safe with the piece of herself she has derided and repressed and longed for, but also that that self has inherent slayerness in it!!! that cordelia, and by extension buffy as she was before, was always different, was always part of this. we learn in season 7 that potential slayers aren't just random people suddenly imbued with slayerness. but that they always have some of that mystical power running through them:

"You don't have slayer strength. But that doesn't mean that you're not strong. You have inherent abilities that others do not have" // "Not like you do." // "No, not yet, but it's there. You have the potential. You have strength, speed, instinct. You just have to learn to trust yourself."

we can see this in how buffy pre-slayage and cordelia in season one parallel each other. compare buffy on the steps of hemery high, almost desperately imploring her friends to: "call me, call me, call me!" as they walk away from her. to cordelia in 1x11: "i can be surrounded by people and feel completely alone. it's not like any of them really know me." it's about the isolation it's about the ache to be surrounded by people but none of them fill the void inside you!! because you're different! there is something different about you that neither them nor you can see!!!

so, the part of herself that cordelia represents, that buffy simultaneously repressed and aches for, distrusts and cherishes, idealizes and derides, rejects and protects, in part because she can never get it back, and in part because it was frivolous compared to what she is now. is in fact revealed to be neither of those things!! (while still, on some level, being both of those things). not lost irrevocably: because there was always the slayer in her, even then. not frivolous either: there is a depth to cordelia in season one, and so by extension there is a depth to buffy even before she becomes the person we meet in welcome to the hellmouth. and even then!!! even if all buffy or cordelia cared about was dating or facials, things both of them still deeply care about!!!! there is something about the narrative continually occasioning buffy's rescue of cordelia that brings a fondness to that as well. cordelia represents the humanity and youth of buffy's shadow. and inherent in that humanity and youth is caring about the body, about comfort, about status, about beauty, about romance!!!!

the cool thing about halloween here is it really does mark a turning point in how buffy and cordelia interact in terms of saving each other. because the next time we get an occasion for it, in gingerbread, we find cordelia attempting to return to the same paradigm as before, where buffy saves her ("I came over here to tell Buffy to stop this craziness") but buffy is incapacitated!! and it's cordelia who ends up saving her instead!! putting out the fire with the fire extinguisher and allowing buffy to defeat the monster and save everybody else!!

this in an episode that again codes both buffy and cordelia as ~different~. in that they are both mostly immune from the hive mind witch hunt effect of the hansel and gretel demon. rather both of them are victims of it, as othered parties!! buffy most directly, being literally tied to the stake to be burned to death by her mother, but cordelia is also a suspect of otherness ("and then my mom confiscates all my black clothes and scented candles!"). the cordelia we met in season one, we would likely assume would be on the torch-holding side of the equation.

but no, she has in fact been an Other from day one. the emblem of childhood trauma from day one. the place to hide from and safe, deride and yearn for!! endlessly alone, because so is buffy, before it all. and maybe that's the real reason for the tension with cordelia, when you get down to it. not that buffy was so free and perfect and ~normal~ and connected to the world before she was a slayer, and it was all taken away from her. but that even without that, she always would have had this. this thing that makes her different. that even if she had not had this kind of difference, this kind of childhood trauma, she still would have been an other. the cordelia tension is about the fact there was never any saving buffy from herself. but there is buffy reaffirming that her self is worth saving. not from difference -- association with buffy only makes cordelia more different, as gingerbread attests ("If you're going to hang with [the witches], expect badness, 'cause that's what you get for hanging with freaks and losers. Believe me, I know. That was a pointed comment about me hanging with you guys."). but from destruction, from death. that's always what buffy is saving cordelia from: from being hit by a truck, from being bled out, from being eaten by vampires from being killed and dismembered and sewn back together, from being sacrificed to a giant snake.

buffy keeps saving cordelia, and keeps affirming that this otherness in her, this fundamental place that will always feel like something lost, is in fact always deserving of more life . (this is about queerness btw just to say it out loud, both buffy and cordelia are queer).

this is especially true when we think about the instance we see where buffy doesn't. save cordelia. in the world where buffy doesn't come to sunnydale, where she doesnt encounter this shadow of herself, buffy and cordelia both die at the hands of vampires, no one there to save either one of them:

this in an episode that is again explicitly linking cordelia's otherness to her affinity for buffy -- that cordelia is a pariah because she dated xander, and she "never would have looked twice at xander if buffy hadn't made him marginally cooler by hanging with him" (cough cough gay cough). and an episode that is again about cordelia and buffy trying to save each other. buffy rushes out of the bronze to save cordelia emotionally (as cordelia tried to do to buffy a season prior, in the same alley. and fails for the same reason, that neither is ready in that moment for the emotional vulernability to let this shadow part of them in). cordelia tries to get buffy to sunnydale: (Whatever. Just - listen to me. We have to find Buffy. She'll figure out a way to save us. She was supposed to be here and - as much as it kills to say it - things were better when she was around."). But fails. Buffy gets there too late to save Cordelia, and by coming to town at that behest ends up meeting her own doom.

but then it all comes beautifully full circle in the last episode where they have the occasion to save each other. in helpless!!! the next episode to seriously deal with buffy's anxiety about who she was pre-slayerhood, as she is forcibly reverted to that state!!!:

"Before I was the Slayer, I was… Well, I don't wanna say shallow, but… Let's say a certain person, who will remain nameless, we'll just call her Spordelia, looked like a classical philosopher next to me. Angel, if I'm not the Slayer, what do I do? What do I have to offer?"

and then in this episode, we have another reversal akin to halloween!!!!

where buffy goes to save cordelia, the supposedly helpless (hehe) pre-slayer shadow self, the same self buffy derides verbally in this episode but still in her actions protects!!! but she can't!! and then her shadow self saves her instead!!!!!!!! and then!!!! saves her again!!! before the end of the episode!!!!!

which means!!!!!! that the last instance of either of them saving each other is buffy asking cordelia to save her!! to help her!!!!! that we start out from a place of buffy almost killing her shadow in an alley, to buffy compulsively saving that shadow again and again despite and because she resents, detests, longs for it, to both her and that shadow circling around each other, expecting buffy to be the one who does the saving, but increasingly it is the other way around, to buffy respecting and trusting that shadow enough to request her help and rely on her!!!!!! to ask to be saved by her!!!!!!!!!! ngghgngngghggnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#btvs meta #btvs script #I MEANT TO WRITE A PARAGRAPH AND THEN I SPENT AN HOUR AND A HALF WRITING AN ESSAY SORRY #IT'S COFFY MONTH COFFY YEAR COFFY SEASON!!

[evangelifloss]

For the ship bingo, Lambdabern!! <33

Lambdabern, or as I like to call them Berndadelta, is THE SHIP. It is so good. What is better than eldritch-like Witch Lesbians who travel between worlds causing genuine tragedies for the funnies? Not to mention they usually do these things to try and fuck eachother over. If Bern is trying to do something abhorrent for the fun of it, Lambda will certainly arrive out of absolutely nowhere, and join the opposite "team" just so that she can make Bern's life harder. And don't get it wrong, Bern does exactly the same shit too. Basically if one of them is having fun in a universe, it is guaranteed the other is not far behind. Maybe the fact that both of them are equally terrifying to fucken everyone (aside from Featherine) is because you're going to be dealing with two insanely powerful Witches instead of one.

PEAK ROMANCE RIGHT THERE. I love them. They are so dramatic for eachother, and the concept of I don't know, being fuckin' normal about their love is virtually impossible.

Clarification on the choices in chart

I ship them as divorced: These two are the definition of contradiction. They're separated, willingly, by the Endless Sea of Fragments but they always find one another yet every time they do, they are so incredibly petty towards eachother. It's indistinguishable from a bitter divorced couple forced into a social setting together and they are so intent on viciously attempting to make the other humiliated in some way. They come up with increasingly complicated schemes for the sheer sake of trying to make the other lose. At the same time, they remember EVERYTHING about eachother, every goddamn intimate detail. They seek one another out across an infinite time-scape to have fun. They promise to meet up again once the fun is over. They have a mutual desire to inflict torture upon the other. They cuddle in a posh bed and share candies. They love eachother so much that either one of them suffering is a reason to celebrate. I could go on.

They're going to be the death of me: Literally. Meeting either of them will just end with me dying horribly or suffering a fate worse than death. In another sense, reading their insane mind games to force one of them to lose is so entertaining that any time they're pulling out every stop and twist, and backstabbing, makes me so entertained that it's a Bit Much for my brain. I get a serious case of brainrot WHENEVER I remember or come across scenes of their simultaneous and dramatic treachery towards eachother. Plus the fan-art and content is too good sometimes.

They should stay as far away from eachother: Every single time they cross paths, shit goes down and everyone involved becomes severely Traumatized. Or any underlying/current trauma of the victims gets irrevocably intensified. Plus, the longer they are apart, the more extreme they become. It's almost as if they miss eachother and want to make up for lost time by finding new, torturous and downright machiavellian ways to cause pain. This is amazing LOL

People that ship them need therapy: Anyone who is invested in umineko and berndadelta needs to find help.

It's more funny than romantic: Oh it is definitely romantic, but holy shit their dynamic is hilarious and for Witches like Lambda and Bern, conventional romance isn't their thing. You could say that they are romantic, but in an incredibly fucked up way that humans cannot replicate nor grasp. You can understand it theoretically but that's pretty much it. I don't even think a serial killer who has an obsession towards their designated Special Person could keep up at all.

Relationship Goals: I may be unhinged but even I think whatever the hell is going on between Lambda and Bern is a bit fuckin much. It's more about the dedication, their sincerity and exclusivity. I cannot imagine either of them having anyone else be sufficient for their needs. Cheating is only on the table when it comes to playing games in other people's tragedies. I can say with certainty that Lambda wouldn't ever kiss another person in an expression of love. And I can say that there is no miracle which exists where Bernkastel would lower her guard towards anyone other than Lambda (outside of their games of course, her guard is up lest the lamb win and disgrace the glory of The Witch of Miracles, Lady Bernkastel. Lambda would never let her live it down.)

The Aesthetic is everything to me: Granted I'm not a fan of Blue and Red/other bright "opposite" color coded pairings, BUT that is because it's become an oversaturated trope in most media these days. When it comes to Lambda and Bern however, it fuckin slaps AND Umineko was written a fair while back where it wasn't AS common, so I guess you could say I'm a little biased. Aside from the color, their actual designs are not only perfect complements to their natures but are really well done and unique. It's pleasing to look at. Another factor of their aesthetic is their titles, or rather, what "domain" they rule over. A Witch of Miracles, who can find just about any possibility as long as its existence isn't 0, with the Witch of Certainty who grants a desired outcome based on the determination and effort of the individual is SUCH synchronicity I have no choice but to admire it... and also get extreme autism brainrot whenever I think about it.

If you've read this far, I'm sure that you're just as clinically insane as I am and for those of you who haven't played umineko, go do that. There are Witch Lesbians. Also murder.

Side note: thank you my love Roseofcards for the ask, this was such a banger to write. I also had to write it twice, because tumblr crashed. Don't ask me how long it took to write this reply in one session... let's just say, there's no movie night tonight.

#when they cry #umineko #umineko no naku koro ni #ryukishi07 #wtc #lambdadelta #bernkastel #lambdabern #lambdaxbern #long post #umineko analysis #when the seagulls cry #brainrot #evangelliasks #evangelliply

[we-love-the-murder-bois]

Hi! If you're still taking scream requests, may I ask for some Stu headcanons with a very silly/goofy reader (gender neutral if you can)? Just some absolute clowns in love.

Fuck yeah! And yeah I still am, it’s till the 10th

- You two are complete fucking idiots in the best way.

- You met and there was a connection, but you both managed to trip over yourselves so much it still took a full year to actually date, and several misunderstandings before you became serious.

- Constant prank wars. It’s chaos. Stu prefers to scare you since he’s a master of standing behind doors and using horror tropes, but you have an intimate knowledge of supernatural horror and can weaponize it. It’s all in good fun and nobody gets too mad, though a knife or two have been thrown. You learned the hard way not to hide his movies like he learned not to hide your favorite snacks.

-Plus lots of joke shop pranks to keep things interesting.

- Halloween is the best time of year. Always dressed up as slashers and psychologically torturing teenagers by recreated your favorite moments. One usually films so you can compare to the movie scenes directly, and as backup when the other gets decked.

-because you two get decked /a lot/. All the ghostface injuries from the original times ten. You’ve fallen down several flights of stairs.

- Horror comedies! Billy couldn’t stand them but Stu and you watch them religiously!

- Dark comedies. You both are the giggles at a funeral. That’s probably why you aren’t ever invited to them. Do people get invited to funerals? Stu wants themes birthday cards for his funeral invites now. You want wedding style invitations with comic sans and vague instructions.

- You eventually become an honorary Ghostface when needed, he thinks it’s insanely hot. You probably fuck in the mask at least once.

- The two of you aren’t problem solvers, and you mostly do the murder thing out of boredom, since you don’t really have a motive beyond mania.

- Both of you have trouble taking things seriously, which can occasionally cause problems, but most times you resolve it on your own. When

-You have to fight over the braincell.

- You’re nothing like Tatum or Casey, and he has no desire to kill you, which he’s very vocal about. You’re pretty sure it’s his way of professing his love.

- You two probably get a dog, a really big and dumb one. It reminds you of him.

- Stu is very clingy, he holds you like you’re about to disappear, even in his sleep. You’re pretty clingy too.

- Lots of sex.

- He loves them because they feel like a best friend, an an equal. They never make him feel stupid but keep him in his place, and make their own mistakes that makes them human.

- They love him because he has heart. He really is sensitive under the goofing and the homicide, and it’s amazing to see underneath that to who he is. How he shows the world his true self but still keeps his own secrets that only they know. They he wears his heart of his sleeve but it’s theirs to keep. That he’s flawed and scarred and irrevocably human in a way no other slasher was.

—-

This is great. I may keep adding to it if I have ideas! I normally add a bonus poly but I think Billy would die if he had to deal with two Stu’s.

#slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slasher imagines #slashers x reader #horror imagines #scream 1996 #scream 2022 #scream #stu macher x reader #stu macher #Stu Macher x gender neutral reader

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Lashton Smut Masterlist

Cards Are Dealt - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) E, 100k

Summary: A story about wants and expectations branching out and evolving without the knowledge or consent of those they belong to.

Casual Affair (ao3) - bitchnluke luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 19k

Summary: Ashton is a nerd and a wallflower in a big school full of high schoolers that hate him. Luke Hemmings is a classic jock who fucks anything he sees or talks to, but knows nothing about Ashton’s little school boy crush. What happens when they cross paths one night?

Didn't Mean To, Daddy (ao3) - orphan_account M, 3k

Summary: Luke thinks he can hold it, thinks he can be a big boy for Daddy and not wet himself, but it’s too hard when he has to sit still and write songs and then it happens and Luke’s not sure what to do.

Domestic Cuddles (ao3) - antisocialhood N/R, 10k

Summary: Luke's cold and he wants Ashton to cuddle.

(or, Luke wants Ashton in more than one way, and what Luke wants, Luke gets)

Down with Drumsticks (ao3) - felixandtae N/R, 3k

Summary: Luke wasn’t even the kinky one. Not in the way that he thought of the kinks; he only liked them when Ashton asked to try them. So, he had no idea why he was so insistent on fucking Ashton with his drumsticks.

(or basically this hasn’t been done with Ashton being fucked and it was a long time waiting and i’m impatient)

Height (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) M, 12k

Summary: “I may be shorter than you, but I most certainly do not bottom.”

If Walls Could Talk (ao3) - boomerluke M, 43k

Summary: The last thing Ashton ever wanted to do was hurt Luke, but he couldn't help it. The singer was just so beautiful, so ethereal and otherworldly that it took his breath away most of the time. Everyone felt that way about their best friend though, right? It was normal. No use getting unnecessary feelings involved, it was better this way. Luke understood.

Luke wasn't sure when this thing between him and Ashton started, or how it started, but it didn't matter. He was in too deep to go back now. So Luke would let Ashton use him, hurt his feelings and crawl back with apologies. Because at the end of the day, even when Luke had to watch Ashton leave the bar with a new pretty blonde each night, he knew the drummer would eventually end up back in his bed. And Luke told himself he was okay with that.

In The Library (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) E, 9k

Summary: Luke only goes to the library to watch an employee named Ashton from afar in hopes that one day he'll gather enough courage to ask him out.

i want to be loved by you (ao3) - lucasshem N/R, 4k

Summary: ashton always gets what he wants, and currently, he wants luke.

Make Me Make Bad Decisions (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/ashton E, 7k

Summary: Michael and Calum dare Luke to do something and Ashton takes a liking to it.

morphine lover, make me numb (ao3) - swiefts E, 15k

Summary: He knew what the ancients said about the butterflies but right now there were planets colliding with one another inside his stomach, inevitably exploding. Feeding him with irrevocable lust. Crushing his bones and stealing his oxygen.

That’s what Luke does to him.

Maybe Ashton’s not a derailed comet. Maybe he’s a fucking shooting star, because he was falling. Falling for Luke.

Or the one where Luke is maybe more than just Ashton’s fuck buddy. And Ashton may be falling for him.

New Romantics (ao3) - Honeyedlashton E, 7k

Summary: A Lashton story where a stressed out Ashton finds a real date on Grindr. And when he meets Luke the two proceed to live the night to the fullest...

Reflections (ao3) - punchinginadream M, 4k

Summary: Ashton doesn't like his body. Luke decides to fuck him in front of a mirror to show him how beautiful he really is.

Shameless (ao3) - HeartnArrow N/R, 39k

Summary: Luke is captain of the hockey team, one of the most popular guys in school along with calum hood, came out as gay last year. ashton is a nerd who gets straight a’s and has yet to have his first kiss at the age of 17. michael is his best friend who isn't really a nerd but has known ashton since preschool. ashton has always watched luke from afar, admiring him at the hockey games and in the hallways. he’s had a crush on him since freshman year but luke doesn't even know his name. or Luke was looking for a fuck buddy while Ashton was looking for love.

starboy (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton E, 79k

Summary: Ashton is quite miserable, so when his friends take him on vacation to cure him of his sorrows, the universe sends him a star made of innocence that is meant to be ruined.

Tidal Wave - @ashtcnirwin​ (elivigar) E, 127k

Summary: A story about figuring out how to handle the difficulties life throws at you, on your own and with the help of loved ones.

Tie That Binds - @ashtcnirwin​ (elivigar) E, 98k

Summary: In which Luke wants to explore miscellaneous kinks and Ashton strikes him as a good candidate to do said exploring with with.

touch (ao3) - lifewasradical E, 6k

Summary: Everyone who’s seen Ashton knows how large his hands are. They’re massive, with palms nearly as big as the entirety of his face and slender, long fingers all dressed in cuts and blisters from drumming with all his might. Even in their teenage years, Ashton’s hands have always been mesmerizing to Luke, especially comparing the size difference between their hands. Ashton’s has always dwarfed Luke’s in a way that no one else’s ever has before and probably never will again.

One thought that has somehow never plagued his mind is how absolutely devastatingly large Ashton’s hand looks on his thigh.

we’re both showing hearts (ao3) - rory_the_dragon luke/ashton E, 17k

Summary: It’s a pair of panties.

Ashton has to work very hard to pretend that he doesn’t see the pinkness of Luke’s cheeks for the rest of the show, doesn’t see the small furtive looks Luke keeps shooting him, the way Luke keeps dicking about with this pair of pink panties, always in his hands as he runs about the stage, but he does. He might have to pretend for the cameras and the thousands of people around them but he sees all of it.

(Or: the lingerie fic)

Wildest Dreams (ao3) - no_clue_who E, 16k

Summary: “Come with me? Two weeks away from the city and the noise,” Ashton said, “Just us for two weeks far away from everything.”

“What?”

“Come on, some fun time away.” Ashton says, grabbing his keys, “We can just have some fun.”

Some fun to Ashton probably means fucking for hours on end, eating food for days and not thinking about their responsibilities past waking up and eating. Luke knows its dumb to agree to this, doing mildy domestic with Ashton is always going to end with him hurt. Luke knows he dumb to agree but at the same time what does he have to lose?

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #lashton #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #5sos fanfic #smut #sex tw #masterlists #smut masterlist

[tobiasdrake]

Alright. We have one friend in trouble and one friend who left that's decidedly past trouble.

I am no longer as confident in my Wishful Thinking theory that there are multiple sets of the Master Detectives thanks to being UG homunculi rather than Amaterasu homunculi, so our versions of them are fine. But even if that's true, it still sucks that this fate befell the others.

Though whether these are our friends or not, if they are UG homunculi, then they'll regenerate fine. Only Amaterasu's shitty off-brand homunculi are defective, to our knowledge. We know Amaterasu homunculi have to consume human flesh in order to avoid going feral, and instantly and irrevocably go feral the first time they regenerate. But we know the latter does not apply to UG homunculi, and don't know if the former does or not.

But if they're human, then they're just fucked. Sorry, guys. Hope you'll get well soon.

Oh, we're about to learn about UG homunculi. Wanna bet Makoto's the first homunculus?

Sure sounds like she's talking about Makoto here. This would explain why he so adamantly shut down homunculus research at Amaterasu as soon as he seized control of the facility.

But if Makoto didn't create the Kanai Ward homunculi, who did? We can be pretty sure at this point that the feral homunculus outbreak from the facility is responsible for everyone dying, and then being remade as defective homunculi.

But who did that? If Makoto isn't responsible, then what happened during the Blank Week?

She's safe! And non-feral!

You probably did. Aiko died six months ago, but Blank Week was three years ago. So Aiko would be wandering around this place as a feral too. So would Karen, as a matter of fact. Basically the entire theater club is now roaming the Restricted Area as ferals.

...that's really sad. Those girls had hopes and dreams and futures. T_T I hope Feral Aiko meets up with Feral Waruna, Yoshiko, and Kurane, and they can form a pack.

God, this chapter is the bleakest thing Kodaka's ever written. And trust me, as a Danganronpa aficionado, that competition is steep.

Kurumi's taking all of this in stride. Her emotional fortitude is amazing. "We're surrounded by the zombies of everyone who's ever died in Kanai Ward? Wow, that's so interesting. OH, MY DEAD BESTIE! Hey, let's catch up!"

Put her in the "10/10 Would play a spinoff starring them" category alongside Halara and Fubuki. Also Vivia, technically, but why would you do that? Let the man rest.

...that's interesting. So maybe it's not everyone who was made into a homunculus. Vivia's report said that you can distinguish homunculi from humans based on undisclosed "special characteristics of their blood".

But if some people were human then they wouldn't have missing memories of the Blank Week, right? They'd remember what happened to everyone else. Wouldn't they?

They were taking this homunculus-testing deadly seriously.

Her grandpa also knew about the homunculi. Kurumi was the first person to tell us about them; She got that information from her missing grandfather.

So. Maybe. He was a human survivor of the Whatever Killed Everyone. Instead of testing for homunculi, the Peacekeepers may have been testing for humans hidden among the population. People who would know and remember what happened. People who were a threat to Yomi's information control.

Multiple people avoided the tests!? Who were the others!? Are they alive or did Yomi get them too?

Yeah. Okay. They were witch-hunting for human survivors.

Definitely feeling Yomi for the person responsible for the necropolis. He's a fascist but he was working directly with Huesca to sell company secrets for years. Maybe he knew enough to make this happen, but not enough to not make a city full of defective homunculi, oh my god.

Could that be--

... O.O Oh. My. God.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

The blood tests were before the Blank Week. They weren't looking for homunculus or human DNA. They were taking samples. Samples for Huesca's rushed homunculus project, which created the defective homunculi that killed everyone.

That's what happened to Kurumi's grandpa. Nothing happened to Kurumi's grandpa. Or the others who got away from the testing. They got away with it. They never gave samples.

So when the city-load of homunculi were created, they were never copied with everyone else. To the perspective of everyone waking up and going "Huh, what happened?" one week after their human counterparts died horrifically, those select people simply dropped off the face of the universe, never to be seen again.

Kurumi's grandfather is not Number One. He's not Makoto. He's not anyone. He was devoured by ferals three years ago. Nothing more and nothing less.

That was the day you first woke up, in the image of a high school girl that died here.

Right now, my biggest burning question is: What became of the ferals that ate Kanai Ward? How did they come to no longer be eating the city. It's not like they could have simply left. If a roaming pack of regenerating immortal zombies was devouring cities across the globe, we would have heard about it.

Are they here in the Restricted Area with everyone else? If so, how did that happen? Did UG come in and clear them out? Did Yomi do it somehow?

Is that where these music-playing Ama-Pals with KANAI WARD SIGNATURE MEAT BUN steamers came in? Did whoever was left at Amaterasu use these to Pied Piper the ferals out of the city and herd them into the Restricted Area?

We have a strong understanding now of what happened during Blank Week but who and how still eludes us.

Oh, and we also don't know how that is involved. What part of this results in the Forever Rain? We have so many answers and so many questions and none of it links up to "Bizarre weather phenomenon causing endless rain".

Is it the testing site explosion? Did that fuck up the climate or something? The testing site is built over the ocean. Shinigami made a note of pointing that out so you'd assume it's relevant to something and Forever Rain is the only thing I can think of.

We've painted a very strong picture of what's happening here but we still don't know everything. Or why Makoto killed the Master Detectives and is now making us learn all of this.

Does he want us to find all the secrets so we can use the Mystery Labyrinth to kill him or something? Because that doesn't perma-kill homunculi. We've seen the evidence of that for ourselves.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

[otakugoddes]

Hi hun I saw your angst prompt list and idk if you're still doing those but if you are can I have prompt 1 or 6 for Sanemi?

If you don't wanna do it, it's fine!

Angst Prompts "Maybe in another life we'll be together" + "I'm not her/him/them. I dont think I ever will be"

Warnings: Mentions of death and violence; mutual pining and one-sided relationship; mild profanity; gender-neutral reader (they/them and you).

Type: ANGST

A/N: Your request is my command! Thank you for my first ask! I'll do you one better...I'll do both! Though it might not be what you're thinking.

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Sanemi never imagined himself falling for someone, there were very few people who he actually opened up to and trusted. Most of the time his dedication to his job was seen as his downfall.

Even as a Pillar, there was no guarantee of life in this job.

He knew that, though he was reluctant to the aspect of trying himself down to a domestic life, especially since there was a chance he could leave that person. Not by natural causes either.

"All the more reason to live life like you're dying right? Since we don't know when we'll draw our last breath...its obvious we have to living fulfilling lives until then!" You had told him, and you just pissed him off.

You were reckless.

Fearless.

Spitting Death in the face.

Only to look at him smugly every time when you returned from a mission, bloody and bruised, with that devil-may-care grin. "Well, looks like I'm stuck seeing your ugly mug again!" You smirked at him.

Everyone knew of the tension that resided between the two of you, the underlying feelings that made your cruel words meaningless when compared to your actions.

Sanemi was in denial.

There was no way he was in live with you.

He couldn't be.

You were just someone who happened to get on his nerves, and someone he happened to be protective of when things were cutting it too close.

You were more in tune with your feelings though.

Aware that the wind Pillar hated you more than anything, but utterly and irrevocably in life with him yourself, hiding it under airs and smirks you knew would piss him off. So, it was probably because of his pride that he refused to notice your actions being anything beyond trying to annoy him. Or his head was too far up his ass like his ego.

So it took one mission.

One mission out of how many that you were paired together. Years of "rivalry" only to come down to one mission.

Sanemi was on your left, chest heaving and bleeding.

You were holding your nichirin blade, looking as messed up as Sanemi felt. This demon was proving to be a problem, two hours of fighting it to turn up with no results and no way of killing it.

"This is pointless! Fuck!" He grunted.

You looked at him.

Sanemi was the kind of person who'd fight till the end, never letting up once, that's what you admired about him. He didn't want to tell you but, he was so bleeding so badly he would soon die. Instead stubbornly insisting to fight, despite his fatal injuries.

"Hey! Sanemi!"

"We gotta kill this thing!"

"Sanemi!"

"I cant move!"

"SANEMI FUCKING LOOK AT ME!"

"WHAT?!

It must have been the look in your eyes, because his widened, you activated your (breathing technique). Stepping in front of him, "Live Sanemi!"

A few seconds later there was a flash of light, and he heard the sound of bone and sinew crunching.

He looked up to see the demon fade, and you on the other side, but he knew there was something wrong when you turned towards him...with a pained smile.

"(Name)! Hey! You idiot! Why'd you do that? That form is dangerous?!" He yelled at you, catching you when you legs threatened to buckle and held you close.

As he scolded you for being reckless you removed your hand from your torso.

Blood seeped into your haori, and you put your hand on his cheek to stop him from yelling.

"Shut up for five seconds!"

"What the-?"

You smiled again, this time a real one. And Sanemi started to tear up, he could fe your body growing cold...could hear the last beats of your heart.

"Why wouldn't you let it strike me? You're a fucking idiot!"

"Don't waste tears on me Sanemi!"

You leaned upwards, and he craned his head towards you, "I love you, Sanemi. I have for a while now. But I guess the universe says we're not meant to be!"

He wasn't fazed in the slightest by your confession, more the finality of the tone, "No! Don't talk like that! I'll drag your ass to Shinobu and she can help!"

You shook your head, "I'm beyond saving!"

"You want to leave me now...is that it?! God, I get everybody dies...but you cant fucking leave me now! Not after saying that!" He yelled, gripping you tighter as if that would keep you there...honestly his grip started to hurt.

But you did nothing to stop him, the hurt felt better than his denial to accept that you were leaving.

"Are you going to say it back so I can die in peace?" You grinned, it was painful to do but worth it when his face scrunched up.

He scoffed, amusing you.

"Hey...you can have my blade!" You laughed and handed him your nichirin blade.

"STOP! Stop talking like that!" He was crying but laughing in the same breath, as if delirium caught up with him.

"Maybe in another life we'll be together! I love you...," You smiled, kissing him with bloody lips and suddenly...your body went limp in his grasp.

He choked back the sob...whispering "I love you too" back to a corpse as he gripped your lifeless body.

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A few years later, he got married. While he loved his wife, he still mourned your loss, a love that he never got to pursue because if his own stubbornness.

But he was fulfilling what you told him.

To live.

And by that, you meant have a life, fall in love and get married. You knew your death was coming, so one line from you and he was doing as you asked.

He had told his wife about you, not the part about where he had been catastrophically in love with you...and still was after all these years.

His wife always got the feeling that there was something he wasn't telling her.

In another room of their estate he had your sword displayed along with your shrine, and while he never said to not to touch your blade...she always got the feeling that she shouldn't touch it.

One night...her curiosity got the better of her.

She went into the room and knelt by the shrine to pay homage before staring at the beautiful blade, that she had often seen her husband tend to daily like a ritual.

She observed it and noticed that there was ribbon around the hilt with a small piece of paper hidden.

She took the paper out and read it.

Sanemi seemed to notice her absence from bed and decided to look for her, finding her in the shrine room and asking, "What are you doing up so late?"

She handed him the note with a sad smile, he instantly recognized the handwriting and looked back up at the woman who loved him so much...who he was doing so wrong by being in love with another. It was his stupid fault.

He couldn't even look at her.

She laughed softly and put her hands on his cheeks, "I'm not them, Sanemi. I dont think I'll be ever in your eyes!"

He looked down and whispered, "I'm sorry!"

She nodded, leaning up on her toes to kiss his forehead, "I know...me too!"

As she walked out of the room, he sank to his knees and cradled your blade, feeling like love was lost altogether.

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#demon slayer drabbles #demon slayer #kny #sanemi x reader #sanemi angst #demon slayer angst #sanemi shinazugawa #kimetsu no yaiba #angst prompts #anime

[seavoice]

okay i’ve been ruminating over why succession was so gripping and thrilling to me even if i hundred per cent am rooting for each and every person to fail explosively in the show, every time all the time. i hate cringe comedy usually but the cringe really is comedying this time i gotta say. and i think i finally got what’s most appealing to me about the characterization and story work, which is that...it’s really uninterested in rescuing these losers further than strictly necessitated by like. general humanity. 

the show i was watching before succession was this is us, which is of course very different sauce (even leaving aside the whole thing of the pearsons being about complicated but so clearly loving and painfully kind, non-billionaire people and the roys being. well. not that obviously). this is us is kind of known for its massive scope; the way it shows how lives stretch out and ripple in all ways and into all years, how you may know a person for an hour and still irrevocably change them, how a stranger carves your destiny, how every moment is hard-fought proof that you exist and have moved the lives of the people you love and all that good dramatic stuff that’s going to make you bawl your eyes out for an hour straight. so coming off that, one of the things i thought succession might do (early on, before i realized what they were doing) was sort of. pull the camera away for an episode (or even just a cold open), and show it from the perspective of the waystar employees or just normal people going about nyc, a quick sort of perspective correcting shift and back, just to drive home the utter ridiculousness of the roys. and even if not that specific this is us-inspired scenario, just a general store-bought Awfulness Mitigation ToolTM. heart of golder billionaire son. a beloved nanny. a single play in which greed loses out. anything that would re-contextualize the ridiculousness of the roys.

because over all it IS ridiculous right! it’s a power play. it’s a gambling addiction. it’s futile and stupid and greedy and inescapable in the way it’s this abusive family, but also in the way that. it’s an obscene amount of money! it’s status and birthright and entitlement and self-importance and it only ever ever can be taken even half-seriously by the people wholly entrenched in it. you pull back even a little from this cesspool of power hungry billionaires and are left with motives that are unreasonable and unrelatable for real people. but it strikes INCREDIBLY TRUE for these characters nonetheless, because they are not real people. and you see that, you see the disconnect in real time. you see why they would not make any other choice. why they are incapable of making another choice. they are not real people!  logan thinks his children don’t get it, don’t really understand the stakes, always seeing it for too big or too small, that they never have, but he is just as ridiculous as them now, even more so. he is as not-real a person as them.

and i say real people specifically because it’s such a big theme in the show, the nrpi and how “you’re not a real person” is levied as an insult over and over again, and just the out-of-touch meanness and smallness of their big grand lives. they are not real people! they use it as an insult, a negative marker, but they are never truly bothered by that disconnect in a way you’d expect from (let’s say) a lesser tv show about bad billionaires. 

they never really aim for even a parody of that ideal. like, you could make a case for kendall in his anti-dad era maybe, maybe shiv wrt personal politics, but in a more real sense...not really even then, let’s be honest. you see it in every interaction they have with people who are not the roys or the rich fucked up folks that play the roys’ games. just the tightness of this noose. it’s about the inescapability of a family, and thus it’s so rooted in the now and here. we never indulge in flashbacks. we never get a deeper look into the past than a quick glance over your shoulder, just as relevant as it has to be to get from point a to b.

logan says the past is fake and that’s true to how the show is envisioned. it’s never preoccupied in making you sympathize with the characters beyond what you’d sympathize with as a human seeing another go through a bad time. it doesn’t show you some hidden humane-ness or overemphasis  past tragedies or dig for saving graces. because it might be relevant to the family drama, but it isn’t as relevant to their company. and above all nothing is as relevant to the family as the company. the roys and their dirty empire probably irrevocably touch more lives than any other show dealing in multi episode epics about the kind stranger who brought you from the firestation, but it is never going to matter to them. they are not real people. it’s a show that tells you, okay, so we aren’t going to give you any tools to sympathize with these bad people other than a glimpse at their lives from their perspective, whole and sole. a mile in their shoes. do you relate to them now? that’s what usually works. and beyond all storytelling odds, it’s kind of...a no! and that’s a massive win for succession’s writing imo.

you don’t necessarily get to see them as sympathetic characters from their perspective, but you do get to see them briefly, as real people. but unlike other shows, them being real people doesn’t mean real people like your neighbour or your sister or the cd guy. they are as real as the actual failsons and faildaughters of greedy stupid billionaires and you are faced with the feeling of. wow they are just as ridiculous and stupid and hateful as they would be if they existed in real life. that’s the only time they are real people. writing!

#absolutely no idea what was my point after coming to the end of this #but had t get it out #i just think its neat. they are so awful it is really neat #succession #logan roy #kendall roy #shiv roy #it manages to make it compelling without going. you have to find them good

[lawhurt]

alright welcome to jamie & beth class kiddos.

do i think jamie was justified in doing what he did to beth. no. do i think it was good, no. do i think there's any 'excuse' for doing what he did? no. do i think beth should forgive him? no. do i think beth should love him, or even be nice to him, in a general sense? no. i think she has a right to hate jamie and there's lots of things jamie could have done to try and make things right -- but he never did. and that's entirely, 100% on him. he did something irrevocable to his sister and that is 100% not okay.

i love beth as a character. i love strong females as one myself, and i love a women like her. i always have. that's why i encouraged my fiance to write her, and i do see so much of her in beth. i adore beth's dynamics with the characters on the show, and while i can't pretend i understand the fact that she's willing to lose the ranch, just to do whatever her father says at any given moment, i really couldn't care less if she's a nice person or not. i couldn't give a fuck, i think she's kickass and she's one of my favorite parts of the show / part of why i got invested. i remember her first scene and i loved her, no matter how much how she treats jamie can make me upset. but i ultimately have no way of knowing how she feels.

but i don't wanna hear that she's exempt from being a horrid, shrewd cunt because jamie did that, and her mother died. if i did half the things to my abuser that she did i would be in jail and the only reason she isn't is because of her name, and because she calls jamie because she knows he has to help her. do you know why? because even if someone hurts you, you cannot fucking spend the next three decades physically and mentally and verbally abusing someone. perhaps if he was the one performing the procedure and you killed him in self defense. but there's no self defense claim unless he presented a threat. and because jamie won't fucking call anyone, he won't defend himself.

not only does she beat him, break him down mentally, verbally put him down and emasculates him in front of people who need to respect him, and she told him to kill himself. NOT ONLY THAT, BUT SHE IS THREATENING TO HARM OR KILL HIS CHILD. AN INNOCENT TODDLER.. SHE MADE HIM KILL HIS OWN FATHER. THREATENED to take away any happiness he may have in his life, when she is allowed to have a husband and an adoptive son? their father? that kind of behavior on here would not garner the kind of fandom obsession that she does, LET ME TELL YOU. if i'm expected (and do openly) accept and not grapple with jamie's flaws, people must do the same for beth. i don't fucking care, i don't care.

you cannot, and will not convince me that a lifetime of abuse from 18 to forty FUCKING FIVE is justified by what he did. that's not how anything works.

i'm not mad about the plot-line or how the show treats jamie, bc i find wes gives him such an emotion. but this fandom likes to pretend that beth is so girlboss for doing what she does to jamie when it's just kind of pathetic to see her just bark at jamie now because "she knows everything and he knows nothing" (like how filing power of attorney works a-fucking-pparently) and he can't convince her of shit even tho she knows he's right. but he's the selfish one for not telling their dad exactly what he wants to hear at any given moment.

also what she did to rip is just in a whole nother league of fucked up and she doesn't deserve his forgiveness lmfao.

EDIT: she also blackmailed him lolol

#wendy testaburger voice: I'M FINISHED #§. ⸻ ᵐᵒʳᵍᵃⁿ › ᵒᵒᶜ

[hikari-ni-naritai]

10 5 fandoms - 10 5 characters

tagged by @disciple-of-frost lets fuckin go no idea how in depth im suppsoed to get so it will probably Vary Wildly

FFXIV - FORDOLA!! everyone knows im a zero simp but fordola is just extremely important to me for WoL lore reasons. and also similar personal reasons. i want her to show up more

Otherside Picnic - sorawo - i was very tempted to say runa urumi here just to continue the trend of Very Evil Girls Who Are In Jail Now And Getting Better but sorawo is really a lot more important to me. shes like some really solid ace lesbian representation in a way that i can relate to, shes convinced shes Super Normal and Has No Trauma like me (even though shes wrong and im right), and ive also become basically completely disillusioned with romance in favor of a relationship i have a hard time defining.

PMMM - homura - as much as id like to pick madoka bc shes #goals i cant really deny that homura is more important to me and i like her more and relate to her more. i too would give up my humanity and spend 10 years in a time loop and lose my attachment to everyone else if it meant saving one person i cared about. i also would use my powers to steal guns from yakuza lockers and make pipe bombs.

do i even have a 4th thing i like? ah right Arknights - kal'tsit - i dont play the game anymore but kal'tsit is such a compelling fucking character. shes immortal and has seen basically every horrible thing thats ever happened and shes so jaded and angry ESPECIALLY when it comes to dr arknights but like. even after thousands of years, shes still completely dedicated to doing good and fixing the world as much as she can. like she may hate every step of the process but she is not going to stop no matter what. thats so important to me.

uhhhhh. swampletics - old boot.

i am suppsoed to be working so i cant bother thinking about who to tag but if anyone sees this and wants an excuse to talk about their characters they like please consider yourself legally and irrevocably tagged! <3

[tg-headcanons]

Could you write some drunk juuzou headcanons I'm curious about that ??

A MENACE

So juuzou, thankfully, doesn’t drink. It’s not that he has any reservations about substances or self control, he just doesn’t like the taste of alcohol. However, that doesn’t stop him when Marude invites Shinohara for drinks after work, and to be polite he invites Juuzou too. It’s purely a formality, and he wasn’t happy that he said yes. Honestly juuzou is only going because he loves being taken places, he’s like a dog. So Shinohara packed his ass in the car and took him to the bar

They get there and for awhile it goes as expected. Marude and Shinohara talk over a couple beers and juuzou mows through whatever snacks the bar has, but then he catches something written on the menu: Cherry Bomb. He orders one and to the horror of the other two, he likes it. It’s like beer but sweet!Juuzou doesn’t know how much alcohol is in it, he also doesn’t know that Red Bull is a key ingredient, but he likes the flavor of the shot and it was like, only one sip worth, so before Shinohara can stop him he’s three shots deep and starting on another. He makes him stop there but it’s too late

It doesn’t take any time at all for the pasty bitch to be absolutely shit faced. Utterly sloshed. Irrevocably White girl wasted. The other two have stopped drinking completely because they need to be sober to handle this absolute problem

Inebriation tends to lower inhibitions, but Juuzou already doesn’t have any. So what does he do? He immediately starts taking his shirt off in the middle of the bar. Shinohara is trying to stop him, Marude is grumbling about what a mistake with was as he quickly pays the tab, and Juuzou is whining incoherently about being uncomfortable or hot or something. Whatever the reason, clothes are coming OFF and they can only hold it off for so long

Thankfully, Juuzou’s coordination was the next to fail, and he slumped like a limp ferret the second they tried to get him to stand up. He didn’t even try again, he just sprawled out on the floor. Is he crying? Oh he’s crying. Juuzou is sobbing shamelessly and half naked on the floor until Shinohara picks him up like a cat and carries him out

He thinks it has something to do with Juuzou’s aversion to textures, and he’s mostly right. He has a tough time with lots of clothes and temperatures and when he gets drunk his first and only thought is to get rid of all of it. Apparently the car is also uncomfortable because when he’s let go of he BOOKS it. Well, he stumbles exactly 8 feet and slumps back down, giggling uncontrollably

While Marude yells at Juuzou for being a drunk idiot and at Shinohara for letting him be a drunk idiot. Shinohara points out as calmly as he can that Marude invited him and as fucked up as he is, Suzuya is an adult who can make his own decisions about what he puts in his body so long as it is within healthy limits and- fuck where did he go?

He couldn’t move a lot because the alcohol made him so uncoordinated, but he somehow managed to climb a fucking tree. It took Shinohara coaxing him out with a bag of MnMs he had stored under his car seat for bribe worthy emergencies like this to get him down, and he just grabbed the bag and crouched to eat them. Shinohara told him to get in the car, he wouldn’t, muttering about the seats being gross and the fake leather is weird, and Marude grumbles that they may as well just shove him in the trunk. Before Shinohara can admonish him Juuzou is opening the trunk agreeably

They put him in the trunk. I mean, he’s fine with it so why not? He’s like a rodent, he just wants to eat his little pellets in a dark enclosed space. Marude drops them both off at Shinohara’s house and he gets dragged out of the trunk and up to his room where he promptly passes out

The next morning is the real trouble. Juuzou is hung the fuck over and Does Not Like This. Battle injuries are one thing, but adrenaline and a lifetime of conditioning for a ghoul’s sadomasochistic games makes that fun. But hunched over in the bathroom with a splitting headache and waves of nausea? VERY BAD. He has to take a sick day, and Shinohara takes a sick day too to stay with him. He gives a little toast, with water of course, for Juuzou’s first drink and makes sure he’s taken care of. Suzuya doesn’t intend to get drunk again and Shinohara now knows not to let him order any fruity liquor. But the event isn’t completely forgotten, especially not with Marude making the picture of Juuzou drunk and shirtless in a tree his new phone background

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul headcanon #juuzou suzuya #yukinori shinohara #itsuki marude