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moonstruckme · 7 months

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Hi! I am absolutely in love with your writing! The way you portray our boys is just *chefs kiss*

Anywho, I was wondering if I could request poly!marauders x plus size reader? Maybe she is very confident until somebody picks on her and she starts becoming obsessed with dieting and stuff. (I'm struggling a lot with that rn) just a bunch of worry and comfort from our boys.

If you don't feel comfortable writing this or just the prompt I gave it's okay. Ily!♡

Hi, thanks for requesting my love! I'm really sorry you're struggling right now, I know how hard it can be and hope you're doing your best to take good care of yourself. You're beautiful just as you are <33

cw: size insecurity, behavior that hints at disordered eating

poly!marauders x plus size!reader ♡ 1.2k words

The worst part is, you know they weren’t even really trying to insult you.

You smiled as best you could, said your thanks politely, and moved on. Moved on outwardly, that is. Inside, the words play over and over in your head, like a song on the radio that gets worse each time you listen to it. It wasn’t that they were vicious, or particularly clever, or even wrong. It’s just, you’re not used to people commenting on your body like that.

You know you’re not skinny. So does everyone else. Neither of you typically feel the need to confer about it. Every now and again, some cruel busybody will say something, but that’s fairly easy to brush off. They’re insecure about their own looks, they have nothing better to do than fixate on strangers’ appearances, they’ve probably been on diet pills since they were twelve. You wish them well and mostly forget about it. But what’s worse is when someone comes to you with good intentions. The idea of being perceived as pitiful or wrong—really, having your physical form perceived at all—by someone who seems to want the best for you is what really hurts. That’s what makes you want to hide, to shrink yourself down until they can’t see you anymore. To become the invisible status quo.

It’s why, over the last few days, anything skintight or remotely showy has been relegated to the back of your closet in favor of things that hide your figure. Why you’ve stopped drawing attention to yourself with colorful makeup and instead started focusing on your health. Well, your health as it presents itself externally.

“Anyone else fancy a dessert?” Sirius muses as you sit reading on the couch, Remus reading the next book in the series beside you.

“Um, no,” James says, holding up a hand of cards from the game he and Sirius have been playing, “you only want to go so you don’t have to stick around and lose.”

“Whatever my other, subconscious motives may be,” Sirius says guilelessly, “I really feel like something chocolate. Don’t you, Moons?”

That’s always a safe bet. Remus looks up from his book, intrigued. “I could go for some chocolate.”

Sirius grins. “What about you, gorgeous?”

That’s usually a safe bet too. But you shouldn’t. “Thanks, but I’m still full from dinner.”

Sirius looks cheated, and Remus cocks his head at you. “Really? Didn’t seem like you ate much.” He’s not wrong. Remus had made the most incredible feta pasta, it was borderline heartbreaking to leave any on your plate. But you’re trying to practice restraint, and thankfully, James had happily taken care of your leftovers for you. “Did you have a late lunch or something?”

“Mhm.”

James looks up, eyebrows furrow bemusedly behind his glasses. “No you didn’t, angel. You said you didn’t feel like lunch after we had breakfast together, remember?”

“Oh.” You nod. So what? You’d had a late breakfast, and a decently sized dinner, and why do you really need more than two meals anyway? Who made that rule? You’re a bit hungry, but your body just needs time to adjust to your new routine. It’s used to overindulging. And nothing about today means you deserve dessert. “Right.”

Sirius wraps his fingers delicately around your ankle, smoothing a path up your shin with his palm. “Darling,” he says, and he looks distracted as he runs his fingers over the old scars on your knee, but you know him well enough to recognize when he’s keyed in, “did you eat anything today, other than breakfast and that little bit of dinner? Any snacks or anything?”

You can’t help the little rush of pride that goes through you. “No.”

Sirius doesn’t look proud. In fact, he’s frowning, as are Remus and James. You change tactics. “I’m not really hungry, though.”

“No?” Sirius' voice is unsettlingly gentle. “Why don’t you want to have dessert tonight, pretty girl?”

“Because,” you say, beginning to feel defensive (though you’re not sure of what), “I don’t need it.”

“It’s not about need, though,” James says, and why is it beginning to feel like you’re in an argument? “It’s about what you want. Do you want a little something sweet?”

“I…” Yes. The answer is yes, but do you want it more than you want to feel good about yourself? “I think what I want more is to prove to myself that I can go without it.”

Remus’ scars shift as his face scrunches in concern. “Dove,” he says, and you can’t decide if his tone is more reprimand or pity. You don’t like either option. “Where is this coming from?”

“I’m just…I’m trying something new,” you decide. “I want to lose a little weight, okay? Nothing crazy.”

“But why?” James sets down his cards, looking completely befuddled. “Angel, you’re gorgeous. You can do whatever you want, but we love you just like you are.”

“And,” Sirius adds before you can reply, “we love you most when you’re happy. I sort of thought,” he says, lowering his voice like he’s telling you a secret, “that our late-night treat runs made you happy. No?”

“They do.” You pull your legs up onto the couch, away from Sirius’ touch. “I just…I think it would make me happy to be a more normal size, too.”

Remus looks gutted. “Honey, you…it’s your body, and you should do whatever feels right for you to be healthy, but…we love you like this,” he insists, ardent. “You’re beautiful, I mean it, and I hate the idea that you might want to change for…well, for anyone other than yourself.”

You hesitate. You’re not actually sure who you’re doing this for. When had you become one of the people who want for you to be smaller so desperately? “You seriously don’t think I would look better if I were thinner?” You’ve never been one to put much stock into what any men think of your appearance, so you feel silly for asking, but you’re in a vulnerable state. And really, don’t all guys want a girl that looks like the love interests in the movies you all grew up with?

James looks you in the eye, letting you see the earnestness in his as he says, “You’re absolutely lovely, right here, right now. We wouldn’t change a thing.”

Your answering smile is oddly watery. Remus makes an awfully lovely cooing sound, leaning over to wrap an arm around your waist and paying no mind to the chub there as he pulls you into his side. “Don’t be upset, darling. You know what I bet will cheer you up?” He smiles as you look up at him questioningly, kissing between your brows. “Some chocolate. How would you feel about that?”

You let out a quiet little laugh. “Pretty good.”

“Yes!” Sirius pumps his fist in the air, already abandoning his cards and standing up. “I knew you’d come through, gorgeous. Now I think the more pressing question is, do we want chocolate pastries or chocolate ice cream?”

“Ice cream, obviously,” James says. “Before it gets so cold out we don’t feel like it.”

“Not all of us suffer from weather constraints,” Sirius argues. “I vote pastry.”

“Why would you bring ice cream up if you didn’t want it? Think long and hard, Pads. Are you going to feel like a frozen dessert when you need three layers to go outside in a few weeks?”

Remus rolls his eyes at you as you follow them out the door, letting your boys continue their bickering all the way to the store.

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iamnmbr3 · 2 months

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When Harry witnesses Draco being forced to torture Rowle, he is extremely upset. Much more so than he typically is about these visions. There are a lot of very drarry implications. Let's break it down.

"Malfoy’s gaunt, petrified face seemed branded on the inside of his eyes. Harry felt sickened by what he had seen, by the use to which Draco was now being put by Voldemort.”

Notable points from this passage:

1) Harry understands Draco so well that he immediately takes for granted that he doesn't want to be using the Cruciatus curse. It never even crosses his mind to take this as evidence that Draco is now a willing torturer who enjoys cruelty or that he deserves to be in this situation for having chosen the wrong side and for his role in Dumbledore's death.

Nor does Harry think Draco is just scared and upset because he's afraid Voldemort might lash out at him too - which is what Harry would think if he saw any other Death Eater acting afraid around Voldemort. He clearly sees that Draco is horrified by the acts he is being forced to commit. And he also completely accepts that it is Voldemort forcing Draco to commit these acts, thus absolving Draco of responsibility.

2) Harry is DEEPLY upset by seeing Draco in this position. More upset than he ever is about seeing any other Death Eater being terrorized or hurt by Voldemort (Harry doesn't even spare one thought for Rowle for example!) Not only that. He's also more upset than he is about seeing Ollivander tortured. Or about seeing Voldemort murder a woman and her children later on while searching for information about Gregorovitch. He finds those visions alarming but he shakes them off pretty quickly.

The only comparable strong reactions are how he responds to his visions of Arthur Weasley and Sirius in book 5 - i.e. visions of people he knows and cares about in danger and suffering. And it's not even the scene as a whole that upsets him. It's specifically Draco - whose frightened face seems "branded" on the inside of Harry's eyes. Harry can't get the vision out of his head, feels sickened, and fights to keep his voice casual afterward. Even though Draco wasn't even actively being hurt.

So canonically Draco matters to Harry in a way that almost all other people don't. It's not generic nobility that gives Harry sympathy even for an enemy - because he doesn't feel this way about other Death Eaters. And it's not general pity that Harry would feel for any innocent hurt by Voldemort - because he doesn't feel that way about victims like Ollivander or the children Voldemort killed. It's the type of reaction Harry ONLY has to people he deeply cares about suffering or being in danger. Harry may not think of it that way on an intellectual level. But his heart knows it even if his brain doesn't. He cares about Draco Malfoy. A lot. He cares about him more than he cares about almost anyone else.

3) Also notable. Harry starts out referring to him as Malfoy but then switches to thinking of him as Draco as he starts worrying about him. (Yes. The drarry trope of Harry switching from "Malfoy" to "Draco" literally happens. IN CANON.) And he keeps thinking of him as Draco after that point. The next time Draco is referred to is during the whole sequence where the Golden Trio are prisoners at the Manor. Harry refers to Lucius by his full name multiple times, but consistently refers to Draco as "Draco" rather than "Malfoy" in his internal narration.

4) (Also the fact that Draco's face is described as "gaunt" hits me right in the feels. It seems that he's in worse shape even than he was when Harry last saw him at the end of 6th year. Sad but not surprising given the guilt that is probably eating at him over his role in Dumbledore's death, what he is now being forced to do as a Death Eater, and the very tangible dangers and suffering that come with being out of favor with Voldemort while having him in your house.)

Tldr: I don't need my ships to be canon but drarry is. jkr who? ;)

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allkindfangirl · 10 months

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jealousy jealousy I lando norris

pairing: lando norris x reader

disclaimer: this is fiction, no hate for anyone, english isn't my first language

summary: in which your boyfriend Lando is liked by everyone and that sometimes makes things hard

It wasn't your first time visiting a race, but just like every time you were nervous. There were thousands of people, cameras, and the race itself had always been thrilling.

Lando looked at you, with a reassuring face, knowing how you didn't like so many people around you, still he was happy you were here with him. He needed you by his side on raceday, kind of as his lucky charm. And even when the races weren't going good, he always knew that you'd be there afterwards.

It was lunch time when you and Lando decided to grab something to eat and then find a spot to spend the remaining couple of hours before the race together. It didn't bother you when Pierre and Kika joined your lunch break. But their accompany bothered you. You weren't an unfriendly person, always very polite and everyone who met you immediately liked you. But it was different with people who didn't show you any respect. She was a friend of Pierre and Kika and you'd seen her at a couple of races now. It was normal for the drivers to bring friends but it seemed like she wasn't interested in the sport at all. Much more, she was interested in your boyfriend. It was obvious for everyone, though, the others only brushed it off with a laughter when the girl would place her hand on Landos shoulder while telling him something to make him laugh.

You didn't mind people wanting to meet your boyfriend. You had always been proud of him, of how good he was, how polite and funny he was and how everyone liked to have him around. But it wasn't like she respected your presence or your existence. It felt like you were always invisible for her and she was just waiting to shoot her shot with your boyfriend.

"So, are you going to show me around?", the girl in the white, short dress asked Lando. He scoffed about her bluntness, knowing that she wasn't really interested, but only interested to have all his attention for herself. Pierre and Kika had already left the conversation, leaving you standing there alone, observing the scene in front of you. "Uhm- yeah sure.", Lando stumpled with a light but unsure grin on his face. He was polite, as always. He wasn't someone to turn down peoples favors. He had manners and you respected that even though you were feeling sick in your stomach. Lando gave you a last look. A look of apologies and pity as the two of them walked off so he could show the girl around.

It took Lando about 20 minutes to find you in the paddock. You were fuming, not because of him but because of her. It wasn't the first time she had tried to get him alone. But you were also angry about yourself, about letting it get to you. You couldn't admit being jealous. Well, you weren't afraid of anything happening between them. You were just simply not okay with her flirting so uninhibited with your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry.", Lando said quietly, rolling his eyes. He leaned down to you, as you were sitting in front of the hospitality, sipping on your iced coffee. His lips pecked yours, making sure everything was okay between the two of you.

"It's fine.", you said. He sat down next to you, his eyes speaking to you without him saying a word. He gave into your touch on his cheek, caressing his skin. You knew he was the best man you could ever ask for, not wanting to harm anyone's feelings but you knew he would always come back to you.

don't know where this came from but i just couldn't stop thinking about it. hope you like it. also FIRST TIME WRITING FOR LANDO. he is driving me crazy rn.

requests are open

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#lando norris #lando norris x reader #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x reader #blurb #imagine #masterlist #formula 1 x reader #f1 imagine

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burntsaltsblog · 2 months

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Shiny New Toy

(felix catton\reader)

chapter one

details: a saltburn inspired short story.

content warning: profanity, explicit sexual content, and mentions of abuse (physical and mental)

MNI 18+

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"I'm sorry," I said with an evident crack in my voice. I sank my teeth into my lower lip to keep my emotions bottled up. The last thing I needed was to break down in the middle of the quad.

"Save it," Eric, my boyfriend, snapped. "Your apologies don't mean shit."

He glared at me before walking briskly toward the dining hall for lunch.

I hurried behind him, attempting to catch up, but I halted my movements when he whipped his head around, regarding me sternly.

"Don't follow me. You're not allowed to eat lunch with me today."

"But-"

"No. You can eat by yourself. That way, you'll finally learn your lesson."

"Please, Eric, I-"

Eric raised his hand above his head, and I instantly cowered back, trying to avoid the impending blow.

"Don't make me do it," He whispered darkly, referencing his hand in the air that could strike me at any moment.

Before I could form a coherent response, my boyfriend spun back around and continued on his way.

I hastily wiped the few stray tears tumbling down my cheeks and glanced around the quad to ensure no one had seen what had happened.

Students were lying down on the lush, green grass as they attempted to soak up the few rays of sunshine England rarely offered.

Luckily, they all seemed completely unaware of my presence.

All except for one.

I almost hadn't noticed him. I was about to turn toward the library when we locked eyes.

Deep brown. Warm like the sun and soft like the grass beneath our feet.

He was beautiful.

But I couldn't miss the look of pity on his face.

My face warmed, and my cheeks took on a pink hue. He had seen the altercation between Eric and me.

I was sure he considered me to be as pathetic as Eric did. Because I was...right?

My shoulders drooped in shame as I looked away from the beautiful stranger. But the sound of footsteps caused my eyes to shoot right back up.

I stared wide-eyed as the man gracefully swept over the emerald landscape in my direction.

I ceased to move. I was utterly shocked that someone like him would approach someone like me willingly.

"You alright?"

His melodic voice washed over me, and a calmness accompanied it.

"What?" I asked, dazed and confused.

"I was just wondering if you were all right. I saw that bloke giving you a hard time and wanted to ensure I didn't need to straighten him out."

A surprised laugh bubbled up from my throat. The idea of anyone being able to straighten Eric out seemed preposterous.

I regained my composure before replying. "Uh, no, everything is quite alright. My boyfriend is just having a bad day. School seems to be stressing him out at the moment."

I mentally applauded myself for how smoothly my lie rolled off my tongue.

The stranger regarded me curiously.

"You're American," he said, referring to my lack of an English accent.

"Yup," I answered, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

"Well, does the American have a name?" he asked, teasing me gently. I couldn't miss the twinkle in his eyes as he waited for my reply.

"Iris."

"Like the song?" he stepped forward, closing the distance between us.

"Yeah, my parents were massive Goo Goo Dolls fans," I laughed softly.

"Well, Iris, would you like to have lunch with us?"

He threw his thumb over his shoulder, directing my attention to one of the groups of students sprawled out on the lawn.

"Oh, that's ok. I couldn't possibly intrude."

"Rubbish. You wouldn't be intruding at all," He said, slinging an arm over my shoulders. "Besides, someone's got to welcome you to this country properly. Because by the looks of it, your boyfriend has not done a very good job."

I let him guide me towards his friends as I asked, "So, what's your name? It's only fair that you return the favor."

I lifted my chin, and our gazes clashed, causing my heart to beat erratically.

"Felix."

The name tumbled from his full lips, and I relished the sound of it.

His name was perfect. Just like him.

We arrived at a tangled group of limbs on the grass. Felix's friends prattled on together as they lay in a small heap on the ground.

"Ignore them if they start bothering you," Felix whispered, leaning in close, "They can have a habit of coming on too strong. Especially Farleigh."

"Which one is Farleigh?"

"You're about to find out."

His breath tickled my neck as he drew his lips away from my ear. Tiny tingles danced down my spine, and goosebumps littered my skin most deliciously.

"And who do we have here?"

The question came from one of the two boys on the lawn. His skin glowed a golden brown, and his eyes swam with many questions.

"This is Iris, and she will be having lunch with us today," replied Felix merrily.

The one, who I assumed to be Farleigh, did little to hide his assessment of me. His dark eyes ran the length of my physique before a sly grin stretched across his face.

"Nice job, Lex. She's even prettier than the last one."

I didn't miss Felix's sharp glare at Farleigh but was quickly distracted by the other brunette boy as he attempted to pass his snicker off as a mere cough. He sat beside Farleigh but made no move to interject himself into the conversation.

I bit my lip nervously. They didn't even know me, yet I could feel their judgment wafting off them potently.

"Play nice, Farleigh," Felix chastised.

"My apologies," Farleigh replied as he rose to his full height. He stepped forward and courteously extended his hand.

"I'm Farleigh, as I'm sure you've already figured out. And that's Oliver over there," he said, nodding his head towards the previously snickering boy who hadn't bothered to stand up.

"Just Ollie," he muttered from his place on the ground.

"Iris," I mumbled quietly.

Farleigh continued to hold my hand for several beats too long before Felix cleared his throat loudly. My hand was promptly dropped.

Felix made himself comfortable on the thick grass before reaching up with his hand and gently tugging me down with him.

"Where's V?" He asked as I gingerly sat beside him.

"Blowing her TA," Farleigh casually replied as he picked up today's paper and pretended to examine its various articles.

"I knew you transferring here was a terrible idea. She's learning all your bad habits," Felix retorted.

Farleigh merely snorted before changing the subject to gossip about the World History Teacher. A student had found Mr. West's Grindr account, and now the student was threatening to tell Mr. West's wife unless Mr. West gave him an A for the rest of the year.

I resorted to picking the fraying cuff of my jeans out of sheer awkwardness and boredom. My eyes wandered the quad full of laughing, elated students before finally resting on the meager boy still seated beside Farleigh.

His gaze flew back and forth between Felix and Farleigh as if he were watching a riveting tennis match. It was impossible not to miss the adoration and longing painted on his features. I felt his obvious emotions had nothing to do with Mr. West and everything to do with the two people in front of him.

His silent reverence would convince one that he was in the presence of gods and not men.

But maybe that's what they were to Oliver: gods, not mortals.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

I whipped around to locate the voice that rang through the air and saw a majestic sight.

Blonde hair flew behind a brightly smiling, pale girl as she hurtled towards our huddle on the ground.

"It's about time, V," Farleigh said. "We were beginning to think Jason had kidnapped you."

It's Mr. Fellcraft," she corrected as she flounced down on the other side of Felix and made herself busy spreading her long, floral skirt around her on the earth.

"Yes, but it's Jason to you. And that's what matters," Farleigh countered.

The girl known as "V" only responded with a scowl before returning her attention back to her skirt.

"V, we wouldn't tease you about it if it wasn't so glaringly obvious that you're shagging the guy. And as your brother, I need to know if he's forcing you into anything because I will happily chat with the fellow if need be."

"Calm down, little brother. All is well. It's just a bit of fun, is all."

I wasn't sure I would regard hooking up with a teaching assistant as a "bit of fun."

"Besides," She said, "I don't particularly want to discuss my time with Mr. Fellcraft. I'd much rather talk about the girl sitting next to you, Felix, who looks like she'd rather be elsewhere."

Felix gave a small roll of his eyes before swiftly introducing me to his sister.

"V, this is Iris. She's going to be joining us for lunch this afternoon. Iris, this is-"

"Venetia. Venetia Catton," she cut in before her brother could continue with the introduction. "The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure."

Venetia Catton extended her hand, palm down, as if she expected me to kiss it. Unsure of what to do, I grasped the ends of her slender fingers in what appeared to be an uncoordinated handshake.

Her only response was to giggle at me as if I was a small, confused child. Too stupid for my own good.

I adverted my eyes as a quiet fell over the group. A breeze came by, sweeping my long, honey-colored hair off of my shoulders.

"Let's head inside, yeah?" Felix asked, breaking the silence. "Since everyone is here."

"Everyone and a guest," Farleigh muttered under his breath as we all stood in unison.

I stuck close to Felix's side so as not to hear what other snarky things I was sure Farleigh and Venetia were saying about me. They walked several feet ahead with their heads bowed together, whispering back and forth.

No wonder this group was so small. They obviously didn't like newcomers.

Except for Felix.

I looked up at him and found his eyes already settled on me. He offered a soft smile.

"Don't mind them. We're all rather protective of each other, so new additions can be met with some skepticism."

"I don't know if I would call it skepticism. It seems more like downright disdain to me," I chuckled faintly.

"No," Felix replied, shaking his head adamantly. "Once they see how I've accepted you, they'll follow suit."

"Are you their leader or something?" I asked, suspicion and curiosity lacing my voice.

"Or something," He murmured, shifting his gaze straight ahead as we entered Oxford's primitive dining hall.

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chapter index

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

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whetstonefires · 12 days

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A LA MEME. MDZS, Really nice guy who hates only you, hate at first sight?

It was totally inappropriate for a corpse to be popular.

But there it was: the Ghost General was more well-liked every day. He seemed to spend all his time wandering around rescuing maidens from monsters and lifting wagons off of old men. In a few years he'd be a hero of the people.

Even the cultivation world didn't expect harm from him anymore. Most of Jin Ling's peers addressed the corpse as qianbei; Jin Ling didn't, but he seemed to get on with him well enough.

Jiang Cheng hadn't actually said out loud, when he saw Wen Qionglin parting ways with Sect Leader Jin with an exchange of polite salutes, he killed your father, but he'd looked it. Jin Ling, fluent in Jiang Cheng's expressions, sighed.

"It was an accident," he said. "And he's apologized. And, you know, uncle, he was held prisoner by Jin Sect almost my entire life, you can't say he hasn't paid for it. And..."

And they had killed his whole family. And his older sister.

Jiang Cheng looked away. "Huh."

When Jiang Cheng had made his first, clumsy attempt at mending a little of the gruesome breach between himself and Wei Wuxian, the Ghost General had been there, glaring daggers at him from behind the Yiling Laozu.

It had been more disconcerting than it should have been, and Jiang Cheng had stumbled, interrupted himself, and fallen silent enough times that eventually Wei Wuxian had taken pity on him, reached out, patted him on the arm one time, said, "Good talk, Jiang Cheng," and extricated them both from the situation.

Freed from the burden of conversation, he'd returned Wen Qionglin's glare, and lost. Corpses didn't need to blink.

He didn't want the bastard to like him. Which was just as well since it was out of the question. Jiang Cheng had never for a second in his life liked Wen Qionglin; from the first time he'd laid eyes on him when they were youths he'd interpreted him as a pathetic, burdensome coward, and despised him for it.

Owing the man his life had made it worse--he hadn't even wanted to be saved, and it was Wei Wuxian's stupid horrible charm and habit of interfering where he wasn't wanted that had done it, and like hell had he owed anything, when that person's family had murdered his. (I owe him nothing, he'd told himself once, because Wen Qionglin had been the reason he lost Wei Wuxian.)

Another time, he found himself in both their company and drew apart, letting the Yiling Patriarch and the Ghost General play at being mentors to the youth. Neither of you lived to see twenty-five, he wanted to shout. What do you think you have to teach them?

Even Jin Ling...it made him furious. Furious to glance over and see a corpse's stiff face conveying softness.

Furious to look past the crowd and see Lan Wangji's eyes falling on Wen Qionglin with an unmistakable resentment. And to know that it wasn't the stiff propriety of the Lan Wangji of their youths, objecting to the heresy of that fierce corpse's existence; that it was the look of a petty, jealous man resenting the way Wei Wuxian knocked his shoulder together with the Ghost General's and laughed.

"Where do you get off hating Wen Ning?" he asked the next time he found himself alone with Lan Wangji. It was a stupid thing to ask, but if he let himself think about how they were threshing through the underbrush looking for Wei Wuxian, about the last time they had looked for Wei Wuxian together...

Lan Wangji ignored him.

Jiang Cheng snorted. "Okay. So maybe you don't hate him. But he likes you! He's so deferential it makes me want to puke."

Lan Wangji favored him with the merest hint of a sneer, just enough to show he was listening to Jiang Cheng talk.

"You're disgusting," said Jiang Cheng. "Do you really think he shouldn't have anyone but you in his life? That he's your property?"

Lan Wangji's stride broke. It was a triumph, in a way--Jiang Cheng had never thrown him so badly in all the years they'd known each other.

"Each man judges others by his own heart," said Lan Wangji, thick with contempt, and then he was walking ahead with pointed rapidity, determined to separate from Jiang Cheng, until staying together would have meant chasing after him, and Jiang Cheng turned and went the other way, muttering blackly.

In the end, fittingly, neither of them caught up in time to be of use. Wen Ning, with his homing sense for Wei Wuxian, had shown up out of who the fuck knew where and bailed him out.

Jiang Cheng stumbled upon the haunted spring just in time to see a sodden, bedraggled Wei Wuxian launch himself away from his pet Wen's supportive arm and fling himself against the upright form of Hanguang-jun, which bent around him with a reverent murmur.

Jiang Cheng was already turning away in disgust to head back home, hating that he'd let himself be dragged into this, when he heard Lan Wangji say with careful, solemn deliberation: "Thank you, Wen Qionglin. For taking care of him."

Jiang Cheng glanced back against his will to see the Ghost General saluting deeply, wide-eyed, infinitely humble, his murmur that it was nothing special, Hanguang-jun, nearly drowned out by Wei Wuxian's delighted shouting about how good his Lan Zhan was and how much Wen Ning deserved to be appreciated.

Jiang Cheng walked away.

Wen Qionglin wasn't rude to him. Not in any way you could point at. And he knew full well he'd be making an ass of himself if he tried to pick a verbal fight.

After all, they had killed Wen Qionglin's older sister.

The whole cultivation world had done it, but only Jiang Cheng had done it after Wen Qionglin saved his life. He'd told himself he owed no debt for that, and perhaps he hadn't, but the fact remained: of the two of them, one had been brave and virtuous and earned the loyalty of Wei Wuxian.

And one of them had been pathetic, a coward, a burden.

Jiang Cheng could never look at the man without seeing the look in his dead eyes across the length of Suibian.

Jiang Cheng had never been good at lying to himself, especially if the lie was meant to be comforting. He always tried it anyway. Comforting lies used to sound so true, in Wei Wuxian's mouth; he should never have gotten into the habit of relying on that. To letting that person think Jiang Cheng was someone who needed to be swaddled in falsehoods to give him the strength to bear up under his own duties.

Wen Qionglin was a kind, gentle, courageous dead body, shy and courteous and increasingly appreciated for his virtues, in this strange new world created in the wake of Jin Guanyao's disgrace. And whenever his eyes fell on Jiang Cheng they were cold, hard, flat, contemptuous.

Every time he looked at him Jiang Cheng could nearly hear him thinking, like a cold wind against the back of his neck: I should have left you in that heap of corpses with the rest of your family.

What are you worth, Jiang Wanyin, that so many should be spent in saving you? That Wei Wuxian would drag us all into the shadow of death to make you whole, only for you to turn your face aside when it was me lying there, and let him die for us without lifting a finger?

Selfish, whining coward. If only I had left you there to die.

If only, Jiang Cheng imagined spitting back, anger hot and bracing in his throat. If only! I never asked for any of it! How dare you expect me to repay you!

But Wen Qionglin never spoke any of the words out loud. He only looked, cold dead flat black eyes. A frozen river. Sometimes Jiang Cheng thought that if he lashed out hard enough he would break a hole in the ice, and be devoured whole.

#ask #hoc est meum #ramblebrambleamble #jiang cheng is projecting like a drive-in movie theater here to be clear #like he's not wrong that he is wen ning's least favorite living human being #but wen ning also doesn't generally think this hard about it lmao #or like about him at all if he doesn't have to #mdzs #jiang cheng #wen ning #ask game #reverse tropes #really nice guy who hates only you #this is like the opposite energy from my previous fill for the same prompt alkflkj;#writing #my fic #fanfic #realized these 'mini fics' are long enough to need a cut woop

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wuahae · 1 year

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✶ seventeen, after it all ends.

post-breakup hcs, ft. hip hop unit

-> performance | vocal

the phone rings at 2AM, and seungcheol immediately knows it's you. it's becoming all too familiar, he laments distantly—the neon numbers blinking on his bedside, the three rings he lets pass before inevitably answering on the fourth, the voice that greets him on the other end of the line. ("hi, cheol," you utter quietly, and it's like he's back at the starting line, still gathering up the courage to tear himself away.) he wants to blame his lack of resilience on the hour, the repeatedly promised 'one last time,' but seungcheol knows he ends up here every single time because he would rather you cry with him than alone. he's not anything to you anymore, seungcheol tells himself, but he can taste the lie before it even forms on his tongue, the way it tangles itself between late night calls and quiet words and—("i'm sorry, cheol," the nickname feels like a mottled bruise, a confession tumbling soon after. like defeat in the admittance. "i didn't know who else to call." you always sound so hurt when seungcheol hears you speak; he wonders if it's his fault.) seungcheol knows better than anyone that he can't keep doing this with you, that it's unhealthy and you both need to move on, that he can't keep letting things linger as a pitiful attempt to ease his guilt, but old habits die hard; seungcheol wonders if this is just becoming another.

wonwoo finds an old note you'd written a week after, tucked away into a borrowed book you'd forgotten to take back. it wasn't anything special or profound, just a little bookmark put for a future-him to find, "this made me think of you," scrawled on the sides and in the margins and page numbers for passages you thought he would like. the annotations speak in a language all by themselves, care crafted into each word, each stroke, and somehow, he sees you in it all. (how had you put it again? like it was memories permanently inked into paper, a version of yourself you could always come back to.) they say that to love is to lose, and that grief is just love with no place left to go, but wonwoo can't seem to care about the accuracy of poetry and prose when he is still mourning of someone lost to him forever. ("don't be a stranger," you had reminded him softly, the day you left, but you both knew it was all wishful thinking than an actual promise. in the end it would all be the same— a forced blank slate, a version of himself grappling with a soul still shaped like you.) wonwoo supposes it's a little too late to feign ignorance and give the book back to you, lovenote tucked back in; it would be cruel for him to insist on making you revisit a past scratched and scribbled and thrown away. he runs a hand over the paper, ink under skin, heart in throat, and closes the book. even if he came back it would never, ever be the same.

mingyu can't hear anything over the roaring of his ears. he can't remember much from the night either, something about his lost phone he probably left on the uber here, fumbling favors from a nearby stranger, something else distant and fuzzy that lead him to sitting on the curb outside waiting for—"mingyu." (oh. it's you.) your voice strikes clean through the fog, but mingyu only manages to utter your name; the muffled bass playing from inside the bar still thrums in his bones. you sigh quietly, taking a seat next to him, arms touching. (it burns, the forgotten familiarity. "let's get you home, okay?" you nudge gently, and mingyu has to remember that home doesn't mean the same thing to you anymore.) it isn't until you're parked outside of his apartment that you ask the burning question ("why did you call me?") and he answers truthfully ("your number was the only one i remembered."). your eyes flicker with the confession and he almost wants to take it back, his secrets displayed raw, but hidden truths already start to spill out of mingyu's mouth, things he's been wanting to say for months. (i'm sorry," he ends up saying, eventually. "i really loved you, you know?" he thinks he still does.) some would call it drunken courage but mingyu thinks it's just his sober cowardice instead. maybe if he had said it when it mattered, 'home' would still be you.

it's been two months, and vernon still hasn't figured out how to break the news. he practices it in his head more times than he can count, drafting and erasing and rewriting the right words to tell his family that you and him are over, but it all falls flat the minute he tries to get them past his lips. some days he gets close, the first few words spoken before his mom interrupts asking how you are; other days, the words die before they even have the chance to form, all amounting to a wooden tongue, a puff of empty air. his sister knows, vernon thinks, the way she shoots him a look half-pity half-judgement every time he tries to bring it up. maybe you were the one to tell her, or maybe she had just figured it out all by herself, but it comforts him, in a strange way—like he's not alone in his unintentionally kept secret. ("dad wants to know if you're able to come over for christmas," vernon tells you over the phone, and the line goes silent. vernon winces, already anticipating what comes after. "have you..." you start carefully, "...not told them?") a part of him wants to say that it's all a matter of luck and timing, that he just hasn't found the right time and he'll do it soon, he promises, but the rest of him knows that it's all just excuses. (vernon is scared, he thinks, still trying to stall the sinking feeling that there truly is no coming back after he tells his family. it feels more like admitting it to himself, carving it into stone, cementing it into the ground where his love lies buried.) vernon says that his biggest problem is figuring out how to break the news, but really, it's figuring out how to let you go.

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jade-len · 5 months

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hello yes i'm that one guy who was asking if people would be interested in svsss x / & gn or male reader fics (also tysm for the comments?? like i was not expecting so much support. i really appreciate it!)

i've decided on writing idea 3 first, the bingge one! ...albeit with a lot of tinkering lol. if you don't know what i'm talking about, feel free check out my last (and first) post.

however, because i am very indecisive and absolutely cannot make many decisions on my own without some guidance or opinion, i would like to ask for a little feedback!! please choose which idea you like more, and i might write that one first.

i feel like the themes in both ideas are pretty similar, though just approached a little differently. i don't really wanna spoil how it'll entirely go ofc.. but there def is more to them, i hope it'll be sorta clear once i present both routes!

i can't promise i will go with the more favored idea, but it will definitely heavily influence my final decision! please don't be afraid to ask any questions, i'll answer :)

if i end up choosing the one you were less interested in, don't worry! remember, this is what i'm going to be writing first. it doesn't mean i won't write the other one too.

route 1:

an enemies to friends to lovers type deal! a slow burn fanfic where you are pretty much the opposite of shen yuan's passive nature, absolutely fuck with luo binghe's plans (at least, the ones you know of..), and slowly find the small, bruised boy hiding under that proud front. will be rated M.

that manipulative bastard, luo binghe, hurt everyone you loved and cared about. he tarnished the sweet gongyi xiao's reputation, seduced your fiance, and shredded the small, remaining pieces of self worth you had left in your heart.

you played right into his clawed hands, believing his charismatic front and pretty lies. you were naive, downright stupid. you and huan hua palace welcomed luo binghe with opened arms after he crawled out of the endless abyss, and because of it, those you cared for suffered.

really, you were so easy to manipulate. if only you noticed earlier. you couldn't do anything. no- you wouldn't do anything. if you weren't such a coward, perhaps this would've all been prevented. this isn't fair for everyone else. why did you get to live, while those who fought back and stood up against luo binghe had to suffer?

the survivor's guilt eats you away every waking moment of your life. and, when that's not happening, your sleep is plagued with nightmares of what could've been.

it's too late. luo binghe is now the almighty emperor of the two realms. he can easily overpower anyone who gets in his way, and especially you.

while you certainly wish to beat luo binghe, you don't hate him.

maybe this is just the softer side of your brain, but for some reason, you can't shake off the empty, miserable look in his eyes. even as he's surrounded by countless of maidens and riches, luo binghe looks as though he he'll never be truly fulfilled.

what is it, luo binghe? do you need more power, more gold? a hundred more women, perhaps? do you regret killing them? do you regret not killing more? why is it that even with your intricate mask, behind it is a hollow shell?

it's strange. you should absolutely detest him, but instead, you pity the king. luo binghe is a man who has everything, yet it seems as though he cannot find any sort of happiness through it.

when you travel back in time - exactly right after the demonic invasion where luo binghe was pronounced dead - you are determined to make things right.

you won't let anyone suffer from his wrath. you'll play your cards smart with that very same poker face luo binghe uses. use your knowledge of the future to your advantage. be smart, all the way from the start.

when luo binghe enters huan hua palace, you are the stronger, better person you were too scared to form into before. "gifted with the knowledge most people can never obtain," the old palace master says. you're an essential part of the sect, whereas you were nothing before. maybe not the head disciple like gongyi xiao, or the child of the master like the little palace mistress, but definitely akin to a secretary in the disguise of an ordinary disciple. someone with very valuable information.

you'll save your dear friend, gongyi xiao. you'll save your fiance, and, hopefully have her be with someone who isn't a manipulative, two-faced asshole. you'll save everyone.

(perhaps you'll save a poor, hurt boy, too. one whose been hiding from his cruel shizun for years, using the face of a proud demon to muffle the sounds of his crying and the breaking of his already cracked heart)

you know luo binghe's advantages. you know of his plans. let's just hope he doesn't find out about yours and change up his too much.

aka, you severely confuse and frustrate luo binghe (why the hell aren't his plans working? who are you? why do you look at him as if you can see right through him?), and luo binghe severely confuses and frustrates you too (why the fuck is luo binghe doing that? that totally goes against what he was supposed to do! hold on, hold on- new plan guys!).

both of you are smartasses who are also, secretly, simultaneously dumbasses going against each other.

route 2:

this'll most likely be rated T, but it may change.

luo binghe stripped you of your very being. you were once someone who was proud and undeniable, and now, you are a person that people only pity and grimace when your name is mentioned.

you hate it. you hate him. you can't even remember what the outside world looks like anymore, you can't even remember that wretched man's face. the only thing that is burned into your mind is his demon mark and those cruel scarlet eyes. the only thing that runs through your head is revenge. the only reason why you're even still alive is because of the glimmer of hope that you'll do the exact same things he did to you.

you fought back against him early, while he was still rising the ranks. continuously, you tried warning people about his capability and evil nature. yet, no one listened to you. and then, it was too late once people realized. fuck! everyone was so stupid, believing his pretty face and lies! you'll get back at him, you'll carve his heart out and present it to his wives, the world, and everything that he has. you worked too hard to reach to where you were before luo binghe destroyed your reputation for daring to step in his way. you went from a mere nobody to a powerful cultivator, and it just all went downhill from there!! for... months? or years? you don't remember anymore - you wished to the heavens for a second chance. you'll correct his wrongdoing. only evil lies in his heart, behind his deceitful, flowery words.

after suffering from a qi deviation, your wish to prevent any of that destruction is granted, and suddenly you've been transported back into the past. way, way before you've even heard of the name... wait, what was his name? fuck, fuck! you don't even remember the outline of that- that monster!

you'll still get back at him, though. you recognize your clothing and the time.. it seems as though you're still just a wandering, rouge cultivator. if your calculations are correct, then you'll have more than enough time to prepare. when you fought back, you were still weaker than him. you'll get stronger and take him down before he can even dare to lay a finger on your hard work.

on your journey to gain even more power, you come across a poor, abused boy. he reminds you all too much of yourself. luo binghe, the orphan says that his name is. your heart can't help but still at it, but it's probably for no reason, right? you're in a little shock after literally going back in time.

how could this small boy with such pure, starry black eyes, hurt you after all? how could anyone hurt such a sweet thing, too? it's a shame how monsters like that man take advantage of people like luo binghe. a white lotus, you mentally nickname him.

he frequently visits you with a wide smile and some lovely tea (where did he get that from? this is some really expensive, fancy stuff. he couldn't have gotten it without stealing it from somewhere really nice, like shen qingqiu's stash, or something... haha, he would never! that pure boy!). you keep on telling luo binghe that he shouldn't miss out on sleep just to say hi, that maybe he should be with his friends instead, too. luo binghe doesn't talk much about his life at the peak, but it's nice to chat with him.

when you realize what's exactly going on, you take him under your wing. if shen qingqiu can't appreciate the little lotus, then you will (you'll put him right under that man on your "revenge" list.. which only consists of them two). perhaps it'll be good to have a successor, a disciple you can pass your teachings down onto. it would be handy to have someone else's help once that monster's actions come into light, after all.

its then you decide, you'll protect the little luo binghe, too. the world is much too cruel, and it'll especially be under that demons' ruling. you won't ever understand how people could become so evil, downright monstrous. you swear on your life, you'll keep that man in your grasps and end his tyranny.

unknowingly, you've already stopped it the moment you held your hand out to that very same monster.

oh, what will you do once nothing happens to you or anyone? once you begin to remember more and more of that man's face and find out just who exactly you've helped?

aka, you're an utter buffoon worrying over that man, while that same man is now just a little guy wanting to please his kinder (and kind of more improper) shizun.

. . .

i've planned a little more for route 1, but i have a pretty good idea for route 2 as well. route 1 will most likely be a little longer than 2 too since it's a slow burn with scheme-y little shits. ever since i posted, i've just been trying to plan out the plots lmao. please leave your thoughts! or not, but thanks for using your time to read all of this lol.

@happycandydinosaur @tuxibirdie @wilczymotyl sorry if you guys expected a full chapter with me tagging you three but i promise after this, i'll (hopefully) have a chapter ready! tysm for supporting my last post :)

#should i do male reader or gn uuggghhh i have no idea help #btw in the first one you may or may not be able to pin binghe down in an angry hot enemies to lovers fashion #i love both of them #sweet baby white lotus binghe and feral manipulative ho bingge #im having a hard time choosing which one to do first ok #svsss #luo binghe #mxtx svsss #the scum villain's self saving system #white lotus binghe #luo bingge #luo bingmei #x reader #x male reader #x gn reader

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lloydfrontera · 8 months

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What is your opinion on og!Lloyd? i don't know if you ever did a character analysis of him and i vaguely know the novel talks about him in some moment. I'm just curious of what you think of him

*sigh* i,,, don't,, love him,,, to be honest 😅

just... a warning. do skip this one if you like og!lloyd. cause i'm not gonna be very nice to him akjshdka

i have very little patience for characters who are mean for no reason and have no other qualities to redeem them. which is what og!lloyd is.

Lloyd Frontera, the hooligan, was a mess. His personality. Behavior. Attitude. Not a single attribute of his was worthy of praise. He destroyed himself and those around him, slacking off and behaving recklessly at any given chance. He was always preoccupied with his thoughts about the Frontera fiefdom, a boring and hideous province. He pitied his fate of being born and rotting away in such a place. And so, he was always angry. He was enraged by the lack of his family's status and his unfulfilled greed. The anger, disappointment and frustration inside the young master were taken out on everyone around him. He hurled insults at maids and physically assaulted servants. He mistreated his parents and the rest of the family. -Chapter 236

like. man a piece of shit lmao. he was born in such a favorable position considering the setting he lived in, he was a noble, he had parents that loved and supported him, he was healthy and able bodied, he had so many opportunities of making something for himself. and he didn't.

"[...] You said I will really pull myself together and study hard this time. So please believe me and make an investment. I was happy. That was why I readily gave you the money that came from selling the villa for the academy tuition. But you completely wasted every single cent with the scoundrels you used to get along with. All the while, you shamelessly played around with women and threw grimy parties in drunken stupor" -Chapter 7

it clearly wasn't that he didn't have chances to be better. he had plenty of them. imagine having a dad that loves you so much that even after years of being an arrogant, rude, violent piece of crap still has the hope that you'll get better and gives you the resources that you need to achieve that. and then you waste them in drinking and messing around. like. god.

now let's talk about julian. his younger brother.

my god.

if anyone had any right to never ever forgive or trust lloyd again in his entire life it was julian.

"[...] Each day, he threw his drunken tantrum at all people. Breaking stuff in the house was commonplace. Sometimes, he hit people and Julian wasn't an exception. Arguably, Lloyd whacked Julian the most. When Julian was young, Lloyd beat him for not doing his errands. When Julian grew older, Lloyd beat him for hovering around when he was drinking. His violence grew worse to the point that Lloyd whacked, punched, and kicked Julian for always living an upright life." -Chapter 85

Three years ago, Julian prepared to leave the Frontera fiefdom to enroll in the academy and wanted to greet his brother before leaving. After all, he was still his brother despite how much Julian hated him. But the moment he opened the door, the pungent and acrid smell of alcohol assaulted hi nose, and then came a shout, yelling at him to get out since he's sleeping. Then, a bottle of alcohol was tossed in the air and hit the wall right beside Julian's face. The smell of liquor, the rough yelling and the shattered bottle. That marked his last interaction with Lloyd three years ago before Julian left for school. Julian stroked the corner of his left eyes by habit with his hand. There was a small scar on his skin, a burrow that looked like a mole. He had gotten it that very day three years ago from the shards of the glass bottle Lloyd threw. -Chapter 89

like. let's be clear here. lloyd isn't a child. he's not even an adolescent or a teenager. he's a grown ass man. he was 25 at the start of the novel. he's 5 years older than julian. the narration tells us that lloyd physically abused julian when he was young and then as he grew older. but julian left his home when he was 18. there was no point in their relationship where julian wasn't a minor being physically and verbally harassed by his five years older brother.

the text tells us lloyd physically assaulted the servents and it also tells us that arguably the person he hit the most was julian so. we can draw conclusions on how bad the abuse got.

so... all of that it's kind of what makes me feel so uncharitable towards og!lloyd.

he was such a,,, a shitty person. he had everything going for him and instead of making the most of it he decided it wasn't enough and grew bitter and angry that he didn't have more and decided to take it out on everyone around him. people who loved him, who worked for him, who would one day depend on him, people who simply didn't deserve the way he treated them.

and for what? because he thought his family wasn't prominent enough? cause he lived in a quiet and boring place? cause he didn't have more status? he was a noble for god sake, he was born in an aristocratic family, he wouldn't have to work a single day of his life if he so wanted! he could've gone to the capital city and studied hard like his brother and made something of himself if he wanted more prominence! he could've traveled and seen other places if he didn't want to be stuck in a small barony!

but he didn't want to work hard. he wanted everything to be handed to him from birth and not move a single finger to get what he wished for.

and y'know me, i love shitty characters, i love pathetic men, i love absolute bastards who want and take and hoard but the one thing i can't stand is spoiled, lazy and entitled brats who not only refuse to work for what they want but also dare to blame and hurt others for what they lack.

add to it that he was abusive ass to his little brother and employees and you have the perfect mix for a character that i would fight in a dennys parking lot at 3 am lmao

he eventually does come to regret the way he acted, but to me it's too little too late y'know? the damage was done and he had no way to fix it. and the thing is if he hadn't been forced out of his body and made to watch as someone else took over his life he never would've changed. he would've go on to die as the same rude, violent and incompetent person he lived as.

but, for the sake of being fair, i will acknowledge that he did come to genuinely regret his actions. to realize that he had no excuse. and it is genuinely sad to see him come to terms with the fact that the person who replaced him was a better son, a better brother, a better heir and better person than he ever was. that there was a reason his parents worried and cared for the person walking around in his body now. that the person who took over his body changed completely the reputation he'd made for himself by being a hooligan.

and he did ask after his parents before going into the reincarnation gate so i guess he did care for them even if he didn't show it when he was alive. also him not asking after julian because he knows his brother is smart and he's sure he's fine on his own is kinda sweet (even if i don't think it's nearly enough to make up for all the years of abuse lol)

speaking of the reincarnation gate! at first i thought og!lloyd being reborn as suho would make me like him more but?? actually it did the contrary??? it was so weird!! i thought my feelings of "💜💖💕💞<333💗💖<<3💞💜💕💜<33" for lloyd would bleed through and soften me up to og!lloyd but nope! kinda made me even more mad at him asjkhdka because like,,, it just kinda showed that he never had any reason to act like that?? and i already knew that but making a direct comparison to lloyd in canon just made it all the more clear.

suho had so many reasons to become a terrible person. he had so many reasons to stop caring for other people and become a total asshole. to stop trying so hard and give up and just take up the vice of his choice to drown out his bitterness. and he never did. he never stopped trying, he never stopped caring, he never could bring himself to not love the people around him.

and you could argue that this is because of og!lloyds resolution to be a better person in his next life but i think that ascribing everything that suho did to that would be a disservice to suho's character. he has none of og!lloyd's memories, he has no idea that was his past life, he's his own person, formed by his own experiences and feelings and environment and to act like all he is and does is because of the regrets of his previous life is taking away the strength it took for him to take all of his pain and hurt and tragedy and decide that he wanted something better, both for himself and for his new family.

so does og!lloyd's resolution for his next play a part on suho's character? yeah, almost definitely. but i don't think it's all there is to it and it certainly does not make up for all the hurt he caused in his own life.

i'm a nurture over nature kind of person, so i tend to think of suho and og!lloyd as different characters despite the whole reincarnation thing. i fully believe it is our experiences and decisions who make us, well, us, who we are as persons, so suho having his own memories and not remembering life as og!lloyd is enough to make him his own person, shared soul or not. but ymmv and all that

so... yeah aksdjka

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous #tged #the greatest estate developer #og lloyd frontera #kim suho #julian frontera #ch 236 #ch 7 #ch 85 #ch 89 #this. is longer than i expected.#turns out i have lots of opinions on og lloyd lol #i have been just swallowing most of them #the thing is if i don't like something i will simply not talk about it #i complain about the webcomic cause i like it! i enjoy it for the most part! so i talk about it #both the things i really like and the things i wish were done differently #but if i truly don't like something i will simply not care very much or i will not talk about it #i barely have energy to talk about what i like imagine what i would be left with if i did talk about what i don't #so. that's the reason i don't talk often about og lloyd ajshdka #again this is just my opinion ymmv i am just pointing out the canon facts and how i feel about them.#if you like og lloyd that's totally your right! i don't see anything wrong with it!#but do know that if someone tries to tell me in my own blog that it's another character's fault that he acted like this i will Bite :)/j #i am very defensive of my favorite blorbos and this is my house! i will permit no slander! i have the receipts!!

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inscrutable-shadow · 3 months

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take my hand on the shore of my suffering

new banner new series! tumblr has compressed my poor image to shit and i weep

adapted from an rp by @crash-bump-bring-the-whump and me. Thanatos finds himself in the water again, but this time, he's not alone.

contains: near-drowning, adorable gays, thanatos-typical self-loathing

also on ao3!

He knew better than this.

Thanatos wasn't a child. Putting on a performance to impress a boy was frankly beneath him, and it was especially ridiculous to do so for Mariano, who loved him the same way no matter what he did. The mage didn't need to be impressed in the slightest, which somehow made Thanatos want to try twice as hard. Inevitably, his idiotic "damsel-in-distress" act had gotten him in over his head, literally. It didn't even take an evil person to become so fed up with Thanatos as to toss him off the pier. It was his own damned fault he couldn't control his tongue. All it took for him to act out was his mage taking his eyes off of him for five seconds.

He knew better than to flail. As a child of Athens, it would have been ridiculous for him not to know how to swim. If he would stop thrashing about for ten seconds, he'd float to the surface and be fine, but he couldn't do that. He could barely think over the chorus of nonononono from his panicked brain, the pleases and the idon'twanttodies and the helpmes. Every time his head slipped under the dark water for a moment, he was back in that lake from so long ago, when he couldn't do anything to save himself and was forced to drown over and over and over and over—

The self-pity train had barely left the station when Thanatos felt more than he saw a dark shape impact the water beside him. Mariano, his brain supplied before returning to the panic, and that was confirmed by the snatches of his mage's voice he could hear over his own splashing: "Than… deep breath... hold it!" Take a deep breath and hold it. It was sound advice. If he was focused on holding a breath, not only would he be less frantic to keep his head above water, but it would be more difficult for him to keep flailing. He tried to follow it, he really did, but he just couldn't catch a breath deep enough to convince his body he had enough air.

You don't need to breathe, idiot, his Shadow grumbled, tired of his cowardice, no doubt. Thanatos knew that. He knew better than anyone exactly how long his body could go without gas exchange with the air. Eleven minutes and thirty-seven seconds. He'd counted it. Over and over again. Not a single one of those eleven minutes mattered, because every muscle in his body was convinced that if he stopped breathing now, he never would again.

Mariano must have realized Thanatos couldn't comply, because he threw his arm around the vampire's neck in an attempt to gain a bit of control. This sent Thanatos into a fresh panic. He knew Mariano wouldn't have wasted his time saving him all those other times just to drag him under now, but his instincts screamed that he was dying and the old paranoia reared its head again. What if something he'd said, something he'd done, had tipped the mage over the edge? What if he'd decided it was the last straw, that if Thanatos died here, he could claim to have tried to save him, and no one would be the wiser? Mariano could be rid of him, right here and now, and do the whole universe a favor.

No. That was incredibly uncharitable to think about a man who had never once lied to him. The person who kissed the back of his neck when he cooked, who held him when he had nightmares, who laughed at his jokes, wouldn't betray him like that. Mariano would never try to kill him. Thanatos's newfound conviction was shaken by the wave that broke over his and Mariano's heads, pushing them under. A gout of bubbles burst from his mouth and he swallowed water. This is it. I should just let myself die, at least Mariano will pull me back to shore. There was no point in fighting anymore, he was only hurting himself. So what if he died a few times? He had three and a half thousand years of memories to lose. Odds were, whatever he lost wouldn't be important.

Just as he'd given up on tasting air again before he passed out, his momentum suddenly shifted, strong draconic arms hauling him and Mariano skyward. Bastian, taking his mage and his vampire back from the ocean's grasp. Relief crashed through Thanatos like the same waves that broke over his back on the way to the shore, and as it ebbed, as he coughed and vomited seawater and collapsed onto the sand, it left behind heaving sobs. Oh, thank the gods, he could breathe again. He could breathe and he wasn't drowning and he was soaking wet but he hadn't died.

Bastian's arm pulled him close, and Thanatos pressed himself against the dragon's side as if it could stop something vital from leaking out of him. "Hey. Hey, Than, we have you. We have you. You're all right." He was. He was okay. He hadn't been alone this time.

It took him a while before he could do anything but cry. It was as if every tear he'd been too exhausted to release after Tenebrus had left him at the lakeside, every sob he'd held back after waking up from an aquatic nightmare, all came out of him at once. Eventually, when the emotional catharsis left him hollow, he was able to speak. "Thank you, by the gods, thank you. I thought—"

Thanatos didn't finish the sentence. Mariano hugged him tightly, holding him as if a rogue wave would come onto the shore and drag him away again. "I'll always come for you. Always."

He did know that. He did. Every single time he'd needed Mariano, the mage had been there, with Bastian not far behind. Even when he manufactured minor troubles to be rescued from, he did it secure in the knowledge that Mariano would never consider him "the boy who cried wolf." He would show up every time. Thanatos buried his face in his mage's shoulder. "I know. Even if I doubt for a moment, I always know you're coming."

Clawed fingers tucked wayward strands of wet hair behind Thanatos's ear, and he relaxed into Bastian's touch as the dragon pressed a tender kiss to his temple. Being held by both of them like this... He couldn't really say he hadn't fallen apart already, but they were holding him together. "Mariano, you have to give me more warning before you jump into water like that—" Thanatos smiled a bit. Now that they were safe, Bastian could find time to complain.

"That's what the pact is for." Mariano's voice was quiet, but it resonated through Thanatos's chest because of the proximity. That complete, unconditional trust was the foundation of their relationship, and Thanatos envied it. He was a creature of doubt. Whatever his heart believed, his mind always had a contingency plan, always prepared for the worst possible outcome. The only person standing in the way of what he wanted was himself.

The whole thing had been his fault to begin with. If he'd made a single intelligent choice since waking up this morning, none of this would have happened. "I'm sorry I nearly drowned him," he choked, though that wasn't really what he was apologizing for. "I just… I can't… When the water comes—" It wipes out his senses, starts him running entirely on instinct.

"Hush. He's in trouble, not you." Bastian squeezed the two of them tighter, stalling the rest of Thanatos's stammering on his tongue. "Breathe, Than. You're gonna be okay." Yes. Eventually.

But when? That lake had been twenty years ago. He'd been friendly with the water before that, and now he couldn't even bathe by himself. How long until the memories that had left this seemingly indelible mark on his psyche faded and let him rest? "Incredible how one incident could have so much more of a lasting effect on me than months of torture," he muttered bitterly, then sighed. He shouldn't dwell on such things. "Just... Thank you both. I don't know where I'd be without you." Still half-feral with paranoia, most likely.

Mariano shook his head. "I have things that scare me just as badly. You know you're no less for it, don't you?"

He didn't know it, but Mariano always said nice things like that. Thanatos supposed he should do the mage the honor of believing him. Someday. "You're always so kind to me, Mariano." He shivered as the water dried off of him, leaving him cold and salty.

"I think anyone who almost drowns deserves some understanding," Mariano answered, and rubbed Thanatos's arms to warm him up. He hadn't almost drowned, technically. He would have been fine if he'd just stopped being stupid. "And to be held," he added, tipping Than's face up to meet his eyes. Thanatos blushed and looked away.

"I won't deny that I benefit from physical reassurance, though I think I draw on that particular resource of yours a bit too heavily." He was so used to being borderline unclean, unwanted, universally hated. It was no wonder that he took everything he could get when it was made available. Selfish, leech, all you do is take—

Bastian snorted. "Nah, he needs that anyway. You're fine."

Thanatos was feeling enough like himself now to be a bit dramatic. "Ah, but I've stretched the necklines of most of his shirts by now. Surely he tires of my garment-destroying behavior." A little laugh, an eyebrow raise, asking the audience to engage with him once again. Performing. Hiding.

And Mariano sees through him. The mage holds him even tighter, as if to compress the self-loathing out of him. "I'd rather have you and shirts that need mending over pristine shirts and no you."

The words lanced through to the core of Thanatos's being, penetrating all the layers of theatrics and intimidation he used to hide from his loneliness. They told him, in no uncertain terms, you belong here. I want you.

Thanatos laughed and buried his face in his mage's shoulder once more. "Shut up, or I'll start crying again."

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blog-name-idk · 2 years

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 27

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 3300

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Jungkook was a mixture of pissed and depressed. Which was never a healthy emotional combination for anyone. Of course he would be the odd one out, the only one apparently excluded from your affections.

Was he too young? Or did you find him annoying? Had his accidental spank ruined your relationship?

He had already been fighting off annoyance at dinner last night, with Jimin and Taehyung shooting smug glances at each other. Hobi's demeanor had been too much of a one-eighty from earlier in the day, indicating something had happened between the two of you at lunch. And Jin had been way too relaxed and unbothered about everything, which also implied much more than the eldest realized.

Then this morning, Namjoon had come upstairs with an obvious "I just got laid" glow on his stupid face. He had looked surprised not to see you in the kitchen, and when Jin said neither you or Yoongi had appeared yet Jungkook already knew what that meant.

Sometimes Jungkook wished he didn't space out just to observe everyone's interactions so often. Then maybe he wouldn't have noticed. He didn't want to be petty or passive aggressive. But it hurt and he was mad and sad. There was some stupid term for that in a dumb show he had watched with you, but he didn't care to remember.

So he locked himself in his room to sulk facedown on his bed before any of the envy could bubble out of him in the form of something he would regret.

It wasn't working, though. Screaming into his pillow had helped for a second, but giving himself time and energy to wallow in self-pity was actually making it worse. He punched his mattress, then sighed, patting his duvet.

"I'm sorry bed, you've never been anything but good to me," he apologized. Then he realized he might be going crazy. He needed to get out of here. Maybe he could go to the gym and sweat out some of the anger roiling under his skin.

He slipped out of the house, almost snarling at Jimin when his hyung tried to stop him on the way. He would regret it later, but right now even the sight of his friend's cherubic face was too much to deal with.

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Jimin [Y/n], where are you? I didn't see your cute face at breakfast :( Though Joon seemed VERY cheerful

You Hey Chim! I just woke up haha

Jimin With Yoongi-hyung?

You Guilty 😅

Jimin You work fast ;) Um Can I ask you a favor?

You Of course, what's up?

Jimin Kookie's really upset I think he noticed everything that's happened and is taking it the wrong way

You Oh no Did he talk to you about it? Is he angry?

Jimin No, he left for the gym with that face he makes when he's trying really hard not to be an asshole

You I'm sorry, I know this is serious but his angry face is too cute

Jimin Lol You're right though I tried to talk to him but he told me to leave him alone and left I couldn't even be upset because his cheeks were puffed out

You Do you think he's mad at me? Or like disgusted or something?

Jimin No!!! I think he's sad Maybe kind of mad, but at the situation, not at you

You Ah yes, smad I should go talk to him, huh

Jimin Yeah Please?

You Okay I will I'm scared though What if he hates me?

Jimin No one could hate you <3

You Haha thanks, but…

Jimin I shouldn't be telling you this

You But you're going to anyway

Jimin It's okay, Kookie will forgive me because I'm cute

You Unfortunately true

Jimin Anyway He's had a crush on you since like, your first tutoring session his freshman year

You Sorry what? That's like more than two years

Jimin It's true He's also the only one who realized we all had feelings for you

You Oh my god Well now I feel really bad for not talking to him yet

Jimin No don't feel bad! Things just kind of happened! I only told you so you'd know he definitely doesn't hate you It's probably just really tough on him right now because he doesn't know how you feel

You Get out of here with your emotional intelligence Do you think he'll still be at the gym after I shower?

Jimin Oh definitely He'll seriously be lifting weights for hours in that mood if no one stops him Go save him from himself!!

You Yes sir!

Jimin Save that for the bedroom

You Omg

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You chewed your lip nervously as you peeked into the gym Jungkook had a membership to. The tall boy caught your eye almost immediately, from where he was pummeling the ever loving shit out of a punching bag in the corner. Shit, he was fast. Was it bad that you kind of wanted to see him punch out your ex?

You hadn't texted him, knowing that in his current state he would probably try to avoid you. Now that you were here, however, you also weren't sure how to approach him. You couldn't exactly go up to him and say, "Hey Kookie I know I've fucked basically all of your roommates but I'm also into you!"

Well you probably could, it would definitely get the point across, but that was a little too straightforward even for you. Plus you didn't like how it would imply you had purposely left him for last when you hadn't. Everything had just sort of fallen into place with the others with no real planning on anyone's part.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't notice Jungkook staring at you from across the gym floor. He had been taking a break from punching his frustrations away and glanced at the entrance by chance, only to be taken aback to see you hovering by the door.

What were you doing here? You had always avoided the gym with a passion, no matter how many times he had invited you to join him. And you definitely weren't wearing workout gear. You were actually in that buttery yellow dress he loved and it sent little butterflies fluttering in his chest despite the current state of his mind.

The sunlight shone through the windows behind you, illuminating your frame and making you look ethereal. His heart twisted in longing as he gazed at you. His schoolboy crush had turned into full blown love at some point and he had no idea how to handle himself now that his hopes were dashed.

He wondered if he should go talk to you. But what would he even say right now? He wasn't sure if had he calmed down enough not to immediately open his mouth and say something stupid or shitty.

Huh, what were you talking to the receptionist about? Wait, you were handing her a credit card. Were you actually here to get a membership? Jungkook's stomach coiled further in jealousy at the idea that you would do it for one of his hyungs, but not him.

Then you began walking directly towards him, and he panicked and stupidly tried to hide behind the punching bag.

"Uh, hi Kookie," you said in a confused voice as you poked your head around to look at him. He blushed and did his best to look nonchalant.

"Oh, hey! I didn't see you there." He spied what looked like a bruise on your neck and realized it was a hickey too dark to be completely covered by your makeup.

"Did you finally get a membership?" He asked, trying to ignore the tumultuous feelings battling inside of him. You gave a slightly resigned smile.

"Yeah, unfortunately," you confirmed, making a face. His stomach dropped a little further. Of course you would for one of his older, more mature friends who you actually liked.

"What caused the sudden change of heart?" Jungkook asked, because he was a masochist and wanted to know exactly who had convinced you. He managed to bite back a snide comment about your virtue that absolutely no one would appreciate, him included. To his surprise you suddenly grimaced and glared at the receptionist. Who was looking their way and glaring back.

"She wouldn't let me come in unless I was a member," you complained. "Even though I told her I just needed to talk to you for a second."

Jungkook blinked in confusion. The girl at the counter had always been incredibly nice to him, even letting him through when he forgot his keyfob. Then the second part of your statement caught his attention.

"Huh? Talk to me?" He asked in confusion. Your face went a little pink, but you nodded.

"I - fuck. Um."

Jungkook stared at you in amazement. He had never seen you so tongue tied around him. You gave a cute little exhale.

"Kookie," you took his hand and looked at him very seriously. "You're very important to me."

His heart began to sink like his relationship with you already had. One of his hyungs must have let slip he was in love with you and you had come all the way here to let him down gently. Whatever you had to say next was interrupted by a loud, somewhat grating voice.

"Hey, just because you bought a membership doesn't mean you can harass the other patrons."

The receptionist had come to his supposed rescue and was glaring at you. You gave her the fakest smile he had ever seen in his life.

"He's my friend, and we were having a private conversation," you said cheerfully through gritted teeth, your tone at complete odds with the hostility in your eyes. This was the first time he had seen you so clearly pissed off and was kind of turning him on. The receptionist rolled her eyes and turned to Jungkook with a syrupy smile.

"Is this girl bothering you?" she cooed, laying an overly familiar hand on his bicep. Ah, well that explained why she was always so nice to him. While he didn't necessarily appreciate the touch, in her defense you had clearly not come to the gym to do any actual exercise and for all she knew you were some crazy stalker. Hah. He wished.

Jungkook was acutely aware of the way you were staring daggers into the girl's back and a farfetched daydream took root in the back of his mind. He aimed his best smile at the girl and didn't shake her off the way he wanted to. Out of the corner of his eye he saw your expression go even more murderous.

"Thanks, but this is actually one of my roommates," he said sweetly, finally stepping away from her. When he did, your frame relaxed slightly. He was frankly shocked the girl hadn't bled out from the sharp edge of your gaze.

The receptionist's eyes flashed with disappointment but she nodded, eyeing you dubiously. When she walked away, you flipped her off behind her back and Jungkook burst out laughing.

"It's not funny!" You huffed, still glaring at the girl's retreating form. Jungkook laughed even harder, shoulders shaking in mirth. He couldn't help it, every time you did something immature like that it was so jarring and he loved it.

"What, are you jealous or something?" he joked, mostly to give some vocalization to his wistful fantasies. Unexpectedly, you turned bright red.

"W-what? Why would I be - I would never - not of some - I wouldn't -" You were babbling. He gaped at you, wide-eyed.

"I was joking," he said weakly, wondering what weird alternate reality he had found himself in. And if he could stay.

"Goddammit," you sighed, deflating visibly and closing your eyes for a moment. Then you looked straight into his soul and he felt all of the blood rush into his ears. "Okay, I was jealous."

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked, sure he must be interpreting your words incorrectly. You must've just meant you didn't like seeing that girl touch him because you were protective, right? The way your older brother was over you?

"Kookie, I like you. As more than a friend."

Oh. Jungkook looked around for a moment, waiting for the punchline. It never came. Oh.

"I'm sorry it took so long for me to tell you. I didn't mean to leave you out or anything, it all just sort of dominoed at random. But I swear you're just as special to me."

You were staring at him earnestly, and a bit of pleading and uncertainty had entered your lovely eyes. He stood there frozen as his one remaining brain cell processed your words. Oh god, it was happening. It was actually happening.

"You really mean it?" He asked, vibrating with the suppressed urge to run around the gym screaming at the top of his lungs. Your face broke into the most gorgeous smile he had ever seen and it sent him over the moon. He might actually have jumped for joy, but at least none of his hyungs were around to see.

When he finally physically and mentally came down to earth, you were giggling behind your hand and gazing at him with unabashed fondness. He blushed, realizing he had been acting like a little kid in his excitement. You just smiled and pulled him into a hug, burying your face in his chest.

"I'm sweaty," he protested, worried you'd be put off by his stickiness or his odor. But he didn't pull away to spare you because he was a weak man.

"Don't care," you said happily into his damp, probably gross shirt. "And you smell good."

Jungkook wondered if you could feel the way his heart jolted at your offhand compliment. He also surreptitiously gave his forearm a hard pinch before hugging you back just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. That only left the alternate reality theory, and he resolved that he was definitely staying in this one no matter how many multiverse police might come after him.

"Are you gonna stay here longer?" You asked, drawing back enough to look at face, but keeping your arms around him. He smiled, thrilled he could actually touch you like this without pretense.

"Nah, I'm pretty much done," he replied, not mentioning that he was only here on his rest day to get rid of his pent up stress. Another wonderful idea sparked in his head, and he put a pensive frown on his face. "Actually I think I need your help to close out my workout."

You looked at him, completely confused.

"Um, I can try, but if you're going to ask me to spot you you might actually die."

He snorted at your honesty and shook his head. He then shot his most convincing, wide-eyed smile (the one he had adapted from Jimin and Taehyung) at you.

"I think I need a kiss to really feel like I'm done here for the day."

It was your turn to snort, but you couldn't hide the smile that crept over your face at how cute he was with those wide, hopeful eyes. Still, that had been super cheesy and he deserved to be teased. So you took his hand and laid a chaste kiss to the back of it.

"There, all set!" You announced cheekily, holding in a giggle at the pout on his handsome face. Of course, you were unable to resist the sparkles in his eyes for long and you soon found yourself on your tippy toes, tilting your face up towards his.

He came down to meet you the rest of the way and your lips molded together perfectly. You could feel his body still quivering in excitement and had to smile against him as it hit you again just how lucky you were.

"Let's go home," he said happily when you finally dropped back onto your heels. You took great joy in waving vindictively at the receptionist as the two of you left, hand in hand.

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Jungkook [Y/n]!!! I miss you

You Kookie we literally just got home You're so cute :)

Jungkook I'm also manly

You Oh trust me I'm very aware

Jungkook :) Are you doing anything tonight?

You I'm hanging out with Mina I'm free all day tomorrow, though What's up?

Jungkook Let me take you on a date Please?

You I would love that! I haven't been on an actual one since my ex

Jungkook Excuse me?

You I guess you could maybe count the times I was Jin's fake girlfriend? Read 4:15pm

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Jungkook What the fuck hyungs

Taehyung You okay Kookie?

Jungkook You guys have some fucking nerve

Jimin Did [y/n] not find you at the gym?

Jungkook How dare you touch her with your disgusting, unworthy hands

Jin Aw are you jealous?

Jungkook When not ONE of you has taken her on a proper date

Namjoon Oh no

Hobi Oh my god We're the worst

Taehyung I got her cake…

Jimin You ate most of it

Jungkook I should tell her brother

Namjoon NO Kookie for the love of all that is holy Please don't

Jungkook The only holy thing in this house is [y/n] and her smile And Jin wtf I thought you called yourself a gentleman

Jin I haven't had sex with her yet Which I should honestly get a prize for, she's very hard to say no to Also I'm your elder show some respect

Jungkook I will when you deserve it

Jimin Is anyone else turned on by JK right now?

Yoongi lmao

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You I have so much to tell you tonight

Mina Did you finally catch 'em all?

You I have less to tell you tonight

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You Uh Kookie? You still there?

Jungkook Sorry! Had to take care of something Is there anything in particular you'd want to do tomorrow?

You Hmm not that I can think of It's honestly been so long we could even go to like mcdonalds and I'd be happy

Jungkook I'm going to fucking kill them

You ? You're going to kill mcdonalds?

Jungkook Nevermind Day date or evening date?

You Seriously Kookie, anything is fine I'm just happy we get to spend time together :)

Jungkook Me too :) But I still want it to be special! It's our first date

You Ugh you're so sweet

Jungkook Would all day be too much? Well, after lunch anyway

You Of course not Are you sure you won't get sick of me after that long though?

Jungkook Impossible

You When did you become such a charmer?

Jungkook You make it easy <3

You Oh my god stop

Jungkook Once again, impossible

You Kookie!!

Jungkook Yes baby?

You Omg

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Namjoon Anyone know why [y/n] blanket burritoed herself on the couch?

Jimin No but it sounds adorable

Namjoon It is But also odd

Hobi Nooooo I wish I was home!

Taehyung Someone take pictures

Jungkook Heh

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Jungkook Awww baby are you embarrassed?

You Jungkook!!!! Stop calling me that!

Jungkook Do you not like it?

You I mean

Jungkook Or is it that you like it a little too much?

You Ok gotta go to Mina's, I'll see you tomorrow!

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Jackson Hey pipsqueak I forwarded you my flight info Can't wait to see you! Only a week left!

You Yay!!!! I'm so excited! I miss you so much

Jackson I miss you too!

You Also Mina says hi! Picture attached Read 9:23pm Bro?

Jackson You guys look like you're having a good time I'm also out having a good time myself Sorry if I took a bit to respond

You … Did you seriously wait 20 minutes to reply just so Mina would think you have a life

Jackson I'm sorry

You Lol nerd

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the 2018 film

they're puritans in public, perverts in private.

we are going to do great things.

i've been hideous, and i deserve your fury.

you look like an angry lizard.

what do you think?

they're going places! they're gonna be big!

i'm not afraid of anything.

what did they pay you?

so i'm out? just like that? after everything we've been through?

they say money can't buy happiness.

all your friends have left you alone.

what are you doing later?

i blame myself.

what's it gonna take for all of you to forgive me?

are you high again?

the whole room belongs to you.

i know who you are.

oh, shut up.

we want to do somethng different.

how much do you think we can get for this van?

you're bloody right i am.

i pity your wife if you think six minutes is forever.

just like you taught me.

i can't think of anyone more outrageous than me.

we're family. we believe in each other.

come and find me when you decide to like yourself.

we're pretty sure they don't belong either.

don't you see what you can be?

i am exactly the person i was meant to be.

i find them intolerable.

i never want to see your face again.

the human condition requires a bit of anesthesia.

we'll punch a hole in the sky.

you're life is going to be very difficult.

not possible.

please tell your father it's nice to meet him.

they're not my friends. not really. just distraction.

i've got to make an impression.

it's unusual seeing you be so bitchy.

they just need a bit of time.

let's do it.

it's my money. i say what goes.

you've got families, children, wives. what have i got?

i also write songs.

that's absurd, not to mention unspeakably boring.

i decide who i am.

what's it like, singing for all those people?

i am going to be what i was born to be.

you're a legend.

you should have told me.

it's just a stage name.

does that meet your standard?

i love the way you move on stage.

i like you too.

i didn't want to make it too easy for you.

thank him for the lovely birthday cake.

you're always forgetting things.

everybody's a critic.

can you just tell me where we keep them?

that's everything.

what if i don't have time?

who do you want to invite?

let me get you a beer.

i want you out of my life.

i had a cold last week, if anyone cares.

i need you, and you need me.

i'm frightened.

fortune favors the bold.

that's very subtle, isn't it?

just a bit of fun, really.

what exactly are you doing with that car?

good thoughts. good words. good deeds.

i don't want to stand out.

what do you want from me?

you must stop calling him that.

not the coffee machine!

i didn't want to waste your time.

i've got another martini.

give it a bit more rock and roll.

no looking back. only forward.

i'm terribly sorry. i didn't mean to offend you.

i think i'm bisexual.

i want to throw a party.

you know i'm always up for that.

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girlbob-boypants · 10 months

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1 8 9 24 25 🔥🔥🔥🔥

ALRIIIIIGHT let's do this. You didn't specify what so I'll. find something after I copy in the questions and see what i'm dealing with

hm. uh. let's just do 14.

Oh thats a lot of ranting oh. Um. So my rants for this game always get heavier than I expect due to the nature of this game SO

Cw for discussions abuse, racism, and misogyny.

wow it's just like complaining about the DA fandom

1 - The character everyone gets wrong

Honestly? It's Emmy Sulk himself. (Disclaimer that I can only speak through my experiences with the English translation which is known for being either spot on or way off but afaik the main story is better about this)

But his is to the point where even the writing gets him wrong in his second expac imo. Like core parts of his original presentation were that 1. He really loves being dramatic and has a sense of humor and 2. Every aspect of him has been embittered by the loss of his people. His humor is fleeting and spiteful. His view of the world is downright spiteful. This is so important to understand. Emet was not always grouchy and mean, even if he was once serious. And it's no secret even in shadowbringers. He does things out of pity and compassion for the group cause we've amused him. He says this is boring and leaves when we're held hostage. He says he does not view mortals as real people yet his mind palace views us as children rather than the man made creatures of his time.

And people took this and turned it into "oh he's a secretly nice grouch. Teehee he's mister grumpy pants" and ew ran with that and completely fucking NUKED his character in favor of fanon. We didn't even need to see what he was like back when his people were alive but if we were going to, don't tell me that the complete destruction of his people only slightly tweaked his personality. And don't turn his sharp witted best friend into a twink who's only personality trait is "Emmy is actually a good guy I promise". And to have Emmy say he thinks his cause was better but we won so he's putting his faith in us feels so. "Yeah even after getting all his memories back and seeing us in action he still maintains that creating fascist nations with creatures he viewed as subhuman was a good idea but he's your friend now so he supports you."

Literally the worst character arc ever. Imagine taking the "this villain was once kind but lost their way and became cruel and hateful" trope and reversing it into a redemption arc where the entire redemption is "yeah he's always been exactly like this but in another life you were friends so it's okay you can't hate him for what he did to your world"

8 - Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Okay I wrote an entire rant about a character and then realized there's an even worse opinion i hate more so. I'm keeping it cause everything I said is so true but this one is even more important.

Okay so a known fact among 14 fans who can read is that the Xaela au ra are meant to be Mongolian coded. It's not subtle. However it's also incredibly mean spirited. And the worst fandom opinion is that the shitty ways a Japanese studio chose to mock Mongolian culture(s) are funny. There's tribes with beliefs that are, honestly, perfectly normal things clearly being played up for laughs and the fans just clap and jeer along???

Basically the fandom opinion is "SE were so funny for how they wrote the Xaela" when actually it was racism.

Anyone who thinks Thancred is a good father, show me the receipts. Seriously the guy is downright abusive at some points and even if his emotions about it all are fair, his actions aren't. He treats Minifilia just like all of her other captives have, all while projecting his feelings about the last person he failed to protect onto her. And while it makes for a good character arc, she never gets to call him out on it and he never talks to her about it. In fact, instead of talking to her, we get some random Manpain Deadwife dude who vents about his life despite literally not mattering to the plot. And this is somehow more influential to Thancred realizing he should be better than talking to Minifilia is. Even when Minifilia expresses guilt that her being alive means Thancred will never see the person he misses more.

And as touching as their scene is when he gives her a new name that's all her own after he almost died for her is. It's not admission or apology. Minifilia deserved to have him say sorry and to say he was terrified of losing her and almost pushed her away trying to keep her safe.

BUT UNFORTUNATELY HE SUCKS SHIT AS A FATHER AND IM ADOPTING HIS CHILD AND HITTING HIM WITH A DIVORCE (never married)

9 - Worst part of canon

Just like. All of Stormblood? Worst villains, worst coding, worst character development for half the cast. Zenos is literally the epitome of the colonizer nation he's the prince of but the writing goes "noooo he doesn't care about any of that he's just power hungry so there's no commentary!! Him using a Japanese weapon he obtained by murdering and pillaging isn't commentary. Him beating and experimenting on women from colonized nations isn't commentary cause he's not doing it with those motivations!!"

I've spoken a lot about how much I hate every part of this expac. It does nothing well and leads to one of the worst villains everyone obsesses over for being a little silly despite adding nothing to the story and just being a dps check and a voice box in a cardboard cutout.

24 - topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

Yotsuyu. Oh SE made one of their villains a Korean comfort woman? Quick, we better talk about how misogynistic this one character is for not killing all brothel owners everywhere even though those people still being alive means Yotsuyu never used the immense power she had as ruler to hunt them down. She had plenty of time to commit ethnic cleanses tho. Weird how that never gets brought up. Why do people criticize this game like it's a real world and the character are all acting of their own accord and not the product of real people from our world writing things?

25 - common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

ANYONE WHO WANTS ZENOS BACK NO THE FUCK YOU DONT STOP COMPLAINING THAT THE WRITERS FINALLY HAD A WOMAN ADDRESS HOW TERRIBLY HE TREATS EVERYONE WOMAN IN HIS CONTROL I SWEAR TO FUCK WHY DO SO MANY OF YOU THINK ZERO IS A MEAN BITCH FOR SAYING THE STALKER SERIAL KILLER WAS A BAD PERSON

#girlbob.txt #ff14 #if you need me to remove the strike throughs let me know btw #while im using them for comedic effect if they affect your ability to read everything ill remove it

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apersonwholikeslotus · 1 year

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Troy - Miltiades

Etruria - Thania

Rome - Tarquin or Lulius

Mycenae - never got a human name

Ancient Greece - Cassandra

Here it is folks, it's all oc's (minus rome and Greece but they barely show up) it's unfinished, it's based off the Aeneid. it's almost 4000 words long, and it is in fact accurate to my hc I just don't have motivation for it. The poll demanded I post it.

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Staying awake had been hard enough throughout the war, peaceful sleep was a rare commodity especially when you can feel all the fighting. When we had broken into the Greek camp and there was no one there I had the foolish thought that it was over, they had given up and everything could finally return to normal.

I'm laying on the deck of a ship, at least I think I am. Everyone around me is yelling, a certain voice rising above the rest ordering everyone to hurry. What's going on? The last thing I remembered was the boy, he was a sacrifice to Athena he told us he was; we had pitied him. Priam had said to bring the horse as well, if we gained the favor of the goddess we would never lose to the Greeks again, that's what they said. I had gone to bed, everything was ending, I could finally rest again...

"Miltiades!" I blinked trying desperately to respond to whoever was calling my name, mostly to tell them to shut up. My head was pounding, it felt like someone was sitting on my chest preventing me from taking a full breath. Where was I? "Miltiades, wake up!"

The voice repeated the command a few times, I finally saw whoever it was kneel over me, bringing his face fully into my view.

I stared up at the man for a moment, there were a lot of people I was hoping it was, someone to explain what was going on but, "who in hades are you?"

The man looked extremely concerned and mumbled something about it being worse than he thought, "It's me, Aeneas don't you remember?"

I could swear I had heard the name before but I still had no clue who he actually was. All I could do was make a face and shake my head a little bit, he then took it upon himself to check my memory.

"Do you know your own name?"

"Miltiades" why is he asking me this? Out of all the things I need explained, like to start with why are we on a boat, and he's asking my name even though he already knows it.

He mumbled something else under his breath "Do you know who Priam is? What about Hector? Do you remember the names of anyone on the other side?"

"Yes, I know my own king's name; Hector is Priam's son, and what do you want me to say? Achilles?"

He finally went quiet, just staring at me. "So, you don't know who I am?"

"No." I could be more apologetic about it, but I am in too much pain at the moment to care. "Please explain what is going on"

"How to say this easily..." He went completely quiet, looking from side to side like he didn't want to say whatever it was. It was annoying me greatly, was the war over? Or did the Greeks return, how had I ended up on this boat, where were we going, why did I think I heard children a little while ago: Because if this is a war ship there should not be children on board.

Aeneas stood holding his hand out to help me up, I stood, but almost fell to my knees as a horrible wave of nausea hit. I quickly leaned against the side, trying to keep myself together.

I looked across the horizon, I was taken aback by the boats surrounding us. And the lack of... anything really, where were we?

"Troy fell" I heard Aeneas next to me, his voice bittersweet as he made his next statement "We should have listened to Cassandra"

I tried to process his words. He had to be wrong, a coward that had fled too early to know what was really going on. If the city had fallen I would be dead, but Aeneas continued on.

"We escaped," he gestured to the small fleet we were part of "I think we're the only Trojans left"

The only Trojans left?

~~~~~~Approximately Six Years Later~~~~~~

"We still have no clue where Italy is, IF it even exists"

Aeneas rolled his eyes at me as we pulled into the Phoenician port "We're getting close I can feel it"

"That's what you've been saying for six years!" I looked over the city, leaning against the side of the boat I thought of Phoenicia, Ashtoreth the personification of Phoenicia, not the actual city. I wondered if she thought I was dead like so many others did; I can't blame anyone. By all accounts I should be long gone. I spent a full year convincing myself I was gone, and Aeneas isn't the best at cheering people up. I heard a splash and looked over to see some of the children looking over the edge; then I heard yelling from below, correction Aeneas isn't the best at anything. I would get him, but someone else will.

What did amuse me though was watching the kids, it had always been odd to me how the older kids got the more they thought others' misfortune was funny; meanwhile younger kids were helplessly concerned. Once we had been a safe distance from Troy–or the ruins of it–we took a headcount. Seven full families, parents and kids all who had survived somehow. About thirty men, most of whom had seen which way the battle was going and fled with Aeneas instead of dying; whether they were smart or cowards depended on who you asked. Most of our crew was made up of widowed women and their children though, not that surprising, sad, but not surprising.

Then there was the last group, eleven children all under the age of six who didn't have any adults who claimed them. Six years later the eldest of the group was a twelve year old boy and the youngest a seven year old girl: there had been one younger then her but he didn't make it past the second year. Years earlier I had thought of having children of my own, but it's not that easy for personifications you can't just decide to have a kid. There needs to be the need for one. And the universe never had the need for me to have one. There were plenty of other children between all the boats, but these ten left were mine for the time being.

I heard men from the docks below saying something, I couldn't hear them but I knew close to what they were asking. "Awn, Simmias, help me with the ropes"

The two eldest boys came over quickly unwinding and throwing them down to the men on the docks. They were better at it then most, but most hadn't grown up on a boat. I waited for something else but then realized Aeneas had fallen overboard and was more than likely still waiting for someone to get him out of the water; I sighed loudly.

"Everyone!" I yelled to anyone on the top deck, "We're going to stop here for a while, but just incase for the time being stay close; keep track of each other, Aeneas, I, and some of the other men will go try to find accommodations for everyone"

There were mumbled responses, most not quite paying attention to what I was saying just anxious to get onto dry land.

I got off the boat just as Aeneas got to the dock. "How was your swim?"

He pulled himself up, "You didn't come help me why?!"

"Not my problem, you survived" I walked away to go look for Ashtoreth. I left for the city, I didn't know where she was, but she has to be around here somewhere I can feel her. As I walked through the streets, trying to follow my gut feeling and find her; and you know not to get miserably lost, I looked around. We had stopped in plenty of cities, but none had seemed as big as this one. I looked around at the buildings, the city was unusually large for one this new.

I wandered some more taking everything in, she must be doing well for herself if her influence has made its way all the way over here. I had heard rumors saying she was more powerful than any of the greek cities, I would have to make sure to throw that in Mycenae's face if I ever saw him again.

Every time we stopped in a city I had a moment, ever since my land fell to the Greeks I've been weaker physically, it took awhile but I got used to it, to my new limits. What I never got used to was the empty feeling in my chest, sometimes it felt as if my heart had stopped beating. When we were in cities like this and I saw people going about their days, everything normal for them, I got jealous. I wanted my land back, I wanted the rest of my people. Italy, I had said it a million times over trying to get used to the idea of somewhere new. I needed somewhere new.

"Miltiades!" I turned seeing Aeneas coming behind me, looking a mix of smugly proud and exasperated. "Hurry! We have an audience with the queen!"

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I stood in front of Queen Dido, or more accurately I stood off to the side, behind Aeneas as he explained–poorly–what we were doing here. I tried to not let my eyes wander too much, Ashtoreth should be somewhere around here; I'm surprised I haven't already seen her. It used to be that she would find me the moment I appeared in one of her ports, where could she be?

"You should join us for dinner tonight" I looked up, as Queen Dido extended the invitation to Aeneas; I was almost confused. There was no way after tonight she would be able to stomach the absolute stupidity of the man standing next to me.

I needed to stop him from accepting this, "Thank you bu-"

"We would love to!" ... we're going to get kicked out of another place. Aeneas smiled at her and I watched something I never thought could happen: she sincerely smiled back. I left following Aeneas out of the palace, going back to the docks.

"What was that?" I finally asked after a while of silence,

"What was what?"

"The smile" I told him, it was obvious. The usual response to Aeneas from women was less than enthusiastic. Sure he was good looking enough but he was as smart as a fly, and his lack of brains was too obvious to ignore. How a queen is apparently falling for him we'll never know.

He shrugged as we got back to the dock. "She just likes me" He waved up to someone on the dock, then got up onto the boat. I blinked a few times, I needed to coach him on how to not embarrass us all at dinner tonight.

"Miltiades!" I heard yelling from behind me, this though was a woman's voice. I turned around seeing Ashtoreth coming towards me. I smiled, waving to acknowledge that I saw her. "Miltiades, gosh I thought I was going to miss you"

I tried not to laugh "Even if you did we're joining you for dinner tonight Ash"

"I heard, he's an idiot"

"Yes!" I finally let go, laughing hard. "He is," We both went quiet for a moment just happy to be in the company of someone like the other. Being a personification is hard, humans are draining, they don't understand immortality.

"I thought you were dead" She finally said, "Everyone did"

I shook my head a little, "Trust me, I thought I was dead too" I took a step back spreading my arms, "As you can see though, I'm here somehow"

"Oh" she mocked disappointment, even though a smirk was prominent on her face "I was hoping I wouldn't have to put up with you"

I nodded seriously "The gods are cruel sometimes"

I went to say something else but before I could, I heard a voice from the boat; "Miltiades!" I looked up to see one of the children waving to me, "Can we get off?" She asked half bouncing, obviously tired of being on the boat.

I was going to tell her no when I heard Ashtoreth gasp behind me, then yell up "Of course you all can!"

I eyed her, I knew she loved children but what was she doing. The kids standing on the edge looking over all looked at me, hesitant to get off being given permission by a stranger. I sighed, but nodded and waved them down. They all left from the side coming quickly going to get to the dock.

"Are they yours?" I heard Ashtoreth ask me, as she watched some of the younger ones almost stumbling over their own feet trying to be quick.

I was quiet for a moment watching them. For six years I had watched over all of them, I had named half of them because they were too little to remember their own; more than once a few had slipped up and called me dad, I wanted to think they were mine. All I remembered though was a warning from my own father "They had no one else" Is all I said.

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"Marriage?" I looked at Aeneas shocked, "She wanted you to marry her?"

"I know!" He sounded just as shocked as I was about it, "I told her no, cause I was told I have to leave"

We had only been here for two months and we already were getting kicked out–there is no way Aeneas would leave otherwise–. I couldn't say I was surprised. This happened at most places we went to, I just thought we had more time here. When Aeneas had said he wanted to leave some had protested saying they were going to stay; then he told them that the Queen would probably kill any Trojans left in the city if we weren't gone soon. Everyone didn't mind leaving so much after that. That left us here, repacking the boats and getting ready to go back out and search for 'Italy' even though still none knew where it was.

"Have you told your girlfriend you're leaving?" Aeneus asked me, an odd tone to his voice. It took me a moment to realize he was talking about Ash,

I shook my head, "Ashtoreth isn't romantically involved with men, ever, and she has a wife. You met her"

"I did?" he looked confused, I tried not to sigh too heavily. He was truly useless sometimes, I sat down on the dock for a moment taking a break. I still hadn't told Ash that we were leaving, I didn't know how to. I'm sure she knows, there is no way she couldn't. I would tell her formally though when I go to get the children later, they had been spending an awful lot of time with her and she was happy to watch them. Ash had always loved children, but over the years none of her wives had seemed too thrilled at the idea of adopting some of their own. This one though... She seemed to want children just as much as her wife and had been thrilled to help watch them.

"We thought about children" she had told me a week or so before watching Naaila–her wife–with my children. She sighed, "With the new city and all, adopting isn't really an option right now, and we're both so busy anyway..."

I watched my friend, she was always considered odd. Ash had repeatedly fallen in love and spent her life married to a human. Personifications didn't do that, most of us couldn't handle the heartache after they died; Ashtoreth had always told me though that it was worse to not have anyone and watch humans die anyway. Point is, she wasn't scared to get close to humans and lose them, most of our kind were. I had only heard of one other that wasn't, supposedly there was a man far east who raised housefulls of orphaned children. I was just terrified of losing any of these ten, I couldn't imagine dozens.

"When do we leave?" I asked Aeneas, hoping he had a day or time in mind instead of just 'whenever we're ready'.

"In the morning" he said it with more certainty than I had heard from him ever before. But... So soon? I thought I had more time, more time to say goodbye to Ashtoreth, to give everyone just a little more time to get ready. I nodded though, there was no point in arguing if he said in the morning; then we would leave in the morning.

"Why did you wake me in the middle of the night to do this all?" I gestured around to everyone bustling about getting things ready, "Couldn't we have done it earlier?"

"I had a dream. They said we have to go in the morning" Damn Aeneas and his dreams, can't the gods communicate in different ways? By letter maybe? Messenger boy? Not dreams and random visions?

"You should probably go get those kids now" I sighed and nodded, I stood and walked away without another word to anyone. Ash would be mad at me, waking her up this late but I needed to get the children.

I showed up at the house, looking at the house. All the children had been staying with Ash and her wife this whole time; both insisted they didn't mind and it was much more comfortable then on the boat. I hadn't considered if we had to leave at the last minute what I would do, especially if I was trying to avoid her. I took a few steps more forward, and raised my fist to knock on the door: it flew open though before I could.

"We heard" Instead of Ashtoreth, it was Naaila standing there.

"We haven't told anyone" I was confused, how word of a dream Aeneas had spread so quickly, he said himself he hadn't told anyone.

She rolled her eyes, Naaila was beautiful it was hard not to notice it. Ash and I had always joked that we had the same taste in women, it wasn't far from the truth. "Everyone knows, the queen is throwing a fit"

I sighed, knowing this would happen. There was no way we could stay here for long without Aeneas making someone mad, in this case it just so happened to be a queen of a quickly growing city who wanted to marry him. Wonderful. I'm starting to accept that if we even do find italy we'll be promptly kicked out by the next woman he disgusts in some way or another.

THERE'S SUPPOSED TO BE A LOT OF STUFF HERE BUT I NEVER WROTE IT :))))))))

I sat in the garden. My eyes barely scanning the area around me, always returning to rest on a specific spot. The game of hide and seek with my daughter had started almost ten minutes earlier. The girl had an affinity for hiding in the same spot time and time again, so I sat, and waited. I would go exactly to where she was, and make a big deal about how long it took for me to find her after a few more minutes.

My daughter, my Cassandra, was barely four years old; and I already knew I would raise hell and high water to keep her safe. Some thought it inappropriate, a curse that she was named after a seeress who was doomed to never be believed. I thought it was a fitting name, Cassie was born nine months after the fall of Troy, Cassandra the Trojan had warned them we were coming hadn't she? They hadn't listened, the moment she spoke that prophecy it was clear the gods favored our side.

I stood, deciding it was time to 'find' her, "Now where is my daughter?"

I said it loudly, waiting for the giggle that always gave her away. Just on cue from behind one of the bushes that lined the wall moved, a small burst of laughter coming from it before quickly being muffled. The girl shares more of my looks but the laugh, her laugh was her mothers. I walked over, purposefully making my steps fall heavier, so she would definitely hear me.

"Cassie?" I called in a sing-song voice, "Where are you?" I got close enough and reached behind the bush grabbing her. She laughed even harder as I held her up in the air. I couldn't help but start laughing as well, these are my favorite moments.

"Let's play again!!" she shouted, already trying to wiggle out of my arms, "You can hide, i'll find you!"

Some men came out of the palace calling for me, they had some news something to do... with Troy? At first I sighed, the war had been over centuries ago yet sometimes they still brought unnecessary news about it. I called the nursemaid over, she quickly rose from where she had been sitting on the other side of the garden and came over. Taking Cassandra from me without even having to be asked. I told her to take the child inside, that I would meet them in a few minutes. She nodded then disappeared.

"What is so pressing that you had to interrupt me while I was with my daughter?" I asked it pointedly to one of the advisors I knew. Everyone in the group shuffled at my tone, not wanting to deal with my anger.

"He brings word from the west" they half-pushed a boy to the front of the group, I looked him over, a commoner no doubt, not from here, and young, Yes, very young.

"What do you have to say?" I was already bored with the whole thing. Whatever it was could not be as important as everyone was claiming.

He was obviously very nervous, but started speaking, "Some of the trojans survived, and they escaped. This was decades ago, but a whole fleet of refugees went west, they stopped in many places; they angered many people including a queen who no longer lives." he stopped for a breath, I didn't believe a word he said. I couldn't, I had killed Troy. Miltiades could not have survived. It was impossible.

"They found refuge in a new land, the personification, one of your own kind, married not long after arriving to a woman named Thania; the personification of the Etruiscans. Not even a month ago she bore him a son"

Impossible.

#aph troy #hws troy #aph rome #hws rome #aph mycenae #hws mycenae #aph ancient greece #hws ancient greece #hetalia #hetalia fic #apersonwhowrites

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hallowed-be-thy-username · 1 year

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To Papa IV...

I just wanna put this weight out of my shoulders... I am horribly stressed by the situation of my country right now. We had the elections in 2022 and Lula won (he is from the 'woke side', or 'left side' as we call it in Brazil), I was very happy even though i'm not a big fan of him, because our ex-president Bolsonaro (2018-2022) was a homophobic misogynistic imbecile that hid behind "Christian values" and conquered a legion of hallucinated fans and as scoundrels as he is (most of them are christians too). And one of these imbecile fans is, guess who? My father. Almost my whole family, actually, except for my mom and some aunts. Before yesterday (01/08/2022), a grup of imbecile fans literally INVADED THE PRESIDENTIAL PLATEAU because they didn't accept Lula's victory, people were hurted, police men, animals, innocent people that had nothing to do with their insanity, it was an absolute chaos. His fans are truly terrorists, false christians, conservative maniacs and absolutely disgusting discriminators of minorities. My father was so but so happy that all of this chaos happened, and he wished that those imbeciles to burn the houses of certain judges and other people who were in favor of Lula. Him, his sister and other people in my family are PRAYING (yes, PRAYING TO THEIR GOD) for a CIVIL WAR to happen, they want people to DIE. My dad said out loud and in all the words that innocent people MUST DIE for the "greater good" to be done; in this case, so that the ex-psychopathic, dumb, prejudiced president, who caused the death of more than 700 thousand people due to his negligence during the 2020-2021 pandemic, can return to power. These are the citizens of good moral followers of Jesus Christ.

I am actually scared that a civil war can happen. You don't need to search too much to find agressive, murderous attacks of Bolsonaro's supporters – BOLSOMINIONS, as we call them – against other people (LGBT people, dark-skinned people, women, or simply people with red clothes because red is the symbol of Lula's entourage). They are like animals, ready to attack and KILL (yes, kill) people that are different from them. The last months of 2022 was full of videos of Bolsominions attacking cars and even pedestrians because they didn't accept democracy. Shit... such poor, maniac, pitiful minds.

I just wanted to hear some comfort of my favorite Papa, the one I love so much, and to hear what you think about this. It's a horrible situation. I hope things can move on without violence, and i hope those Bolsominions will wake up one day... one day, who knows.

Sweetest one,

I can only imagine the stress you feel and I am deeply sorry that this is happening around you. These are terrible things for anyone to witness. Violence and hate, these show the worst side of humanity. When people who boast about a message of love and godliness, discriminate and persecute- they are worse than the demons they fear. These demons are not real. Fabricated specters of their own design they feel they must fight. They oppose what they do not understand. They would rather fight for some ideals that have been propagandized so deeply in their mind that they have been blinded to what they think morality is anymore. Brainwashed masses of poor souls with a thirst for vengeance upon a faceless deceiver they have been so well trained to feel threatened by.

This is an unfortunate part of our history that keeps repeating itself in different times and places, all with a similar manifestation. A group of people have beliefs that differ enough from another’s that the clash devolves into chaos and death. Pointless death. The solace I hope to impart to you, dolce, is that this fire in their hearts, one they feel will last forever, will burn out. A spirit that is tainted in this way will never survive. It is normal to feel both hatred and sorrow for the same folks who are part of this destruction, because they are unaware that they are carrying out their own demise in doing so. We can hope they see their error before too much damage has been done. We cannot bring back those who have been lost but we can honor them by staying together, like a stronghold in the storm. The more support there is, the more there is left standing when the storm passes.

Whenever and however you can, surround yourself with people you love and who love you. Support each other, cry and laugh when you need to, and don’t let those with words of hate on their tongues talk you out of losing that hope. You are doing so well in all of this and I am very proud of you. I know you are strong and I know you can keep going. Remember that you are never alone and that even though some people are piece of shit assholes, there are some good ones out there.

All of my love to you, my dear.

- IV

#asks for the papas #papa emeritus iv #so many hugs and so much support

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