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darlingofvalyria · 8 months

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❝I never asked you to, you bumbling oaf.❞

[ Between advices and jealous-fraught fights, nestles your heart in red satin and ivory touch. Or, your marriage so far with the firstborn son of the King. ]

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 3,901 ] | Aegon Targaryen II x Wife!Reader

contains— fluff & smutty - nsfw: oral (f receiving), p & v sex, creampie, breeding kink(?), - soft shit if aegon got to at least have a bit more agency lmao - jealousy - sorta angsty in the beginning but eh - your house is unnamed but you're a bad bitch - no use of y/n - no kings, no martyrs, no betas.

a/n— it wasn't going to be a full smut, but aegon happened so here we are. comment, reblog & like at will, mwa!

Fraught might be a marriage arranged— cost and effect, weighed by titles and expectations of such matches made, emotion of either future spouse the least they weigh when they make their decisions — but you had grown to adore your husband.

You had been warned, of course. Gossip and small-minded chatter followed the firstborn son of the King. That despite the regality of Targaryen roots and colouring, he was a whoremonger, an addled-drunk, a monstrous caveat shrouded in dark green silk and iron.

You were called a victim, a damsel in distress meant to be saved before you had even met him. And yet not a single one of them batted an eye, much less offered a hand to rescue you from such turmoil. More than prepared to send you off. Others, of course, wishing for a prince to be married to their house, spit their scorn and irony.

The day you met him was a hot day. The sun basked the Crownlands with an almost venomous hatred, and it did not help your anticipation. Nor the long and arduous travel that turned the carriage into a hotbox meant to cook.

Your rear had ached in pain, almost as painful as your pinched cheeks that your grandmother had twisted unto your skin before you got out to meet the Queen, the Hand, and your betrothed, reminding you that a Princess Consort must always look her best, must appeal to her husband at all times "but must not be whorish! And sit straight, by the Seven, girl! Remember to exit gracefully! Like a swan, not a duck! Yes, there is a difference! Scamper your sarcasm!"— your gown was heavy, cinched tight and thick in beautiful fabric and small pearls and sapphires.

You had smiled prettily, bowed perfectly, and when you finally faced your betrothed, he was barely able to stand, pale as a sheet, and suffering from his cups the night before, sweat weeping on his brow.

It had sent a strike down your spine, irritation and anger spinning beneath pearly teeth. You bite down any word before they escape, forcing you to a perfect posture and a sharpened edge to your smile.

Aegon Targaryen, Second of his Name, had taken a step back, almost subconsciously, as fear flashed in his darling blue eyes.

Your good brother, having found out of this first interaction, had not stopped teasing your husband for the next few moons. Your good sister, you were told much later, had hummed wistfully, fingers dancing between rings as if she knew much more than anyone else, a small smile playing on the corners of her lips.

The memory makes you laugh now, warming your cold fingers against your first winter storm in Kings Landing. Snow torrents in whirlwinds and spikes, filling the Godswood in flurries and icicles.

Your Lady In Waiting, Emma Redwyne with her pretty Tully red hair and curled lashes that you had always found envy in, bows in greeting. You don't acknowledge her, which you recognise as nothing but pettiness, but you can't bring yourself to stop. You continue to stare forward, hand outstretched in the flurry of snow, when she awkwardly speaks.

"The prince is in your bedchambers, my princess."

You hum in acknowledgement, but no more. She shifts.

"He says he will not leave lest it is you who tells him so."

You turn to her, churlish in your expression of irritation and she winces, tucking her chin once more in false reverence before you sigh. The Lady Redwyne had been a friend once, an acquaintance really. Your grandmother had warned you that though you should have a good relationship with your ladies, it was best to keep them at an arm's length.

"Vipers and greed make stock in the centrefold of power, my dearest," she murmured, gnarled hands twinning your hair, a colour close to her own when she had been your age. You had been told you looked just like her, a gem in her era, her hand sought after by lords and princes alike before your grandsire made a weighty proposal to her house. "No matter what friendship you can build, all of it is but fat clouds and sandcastles. Pretty as they are, easily destructible by the next gust of wind."

"But they would be my ladies." The idea that the women closest to you should be kept with a good eye brought a weight to your chest. Trust is a hard thing to grasp in this place, you were fast learning.

You grandmother tutted, her hands cupping your chin, tilting upward until the same eyes met. One aged and knowing, another young and soon will understand the weight of life. Of the coat she bore with her husband's house in front of the Sept.

"Just watch and see, my sweet. Your future husband is a prince. They will try their damnedest. But you should not lose, for you are his wedded consort."

Now, your eyes linger on the cut of Lady Redwyne's gown. Far too revealing for the coldest touch of the year. The rogue in her cheeks, in her lips. There is a new necklace nestled on her bosom, no doubt an insistent gift from her father.

You wonder if your husband had stirred at the sight of her full visage. That if you had not been upset with him as it it, and have not abandoned your marriage quarters for three moons now, his fingers would have danced across her pale collarbones, fingering the dropped ruby at the centre of her throat. Pressing a light kiss on the gem.

The fornicated memory brings nausea and anger, but you are not new to your role, much less the greed of others, even those closest to you, so you strangled it with will.

If Aegon had dared to mock you anew while you were both in cold waters, he has been too aware now of your anger and what it means for him.

You look back at the peek of red leaves still attached to the tree, almost a stubborn refusal to move with the order of the gods, and you smile despite yourself.

"... My princess?"

Your annoyance spikes.

"And if I tell you to tell him that I will sleep in another chamber, mayhaps upturn a chamber meant for guests, will he then rot forever in my bedchamber?" You turn to her, eyebrow arched. "Will he not be accosted for leaving his duties undone? Must I treat him as a babe throwing a tantrum? Soothe him?" You step toward her. She flinches, a bird wanting to take flight but knows better than to move without her mistress' orders. "Or have you already tried so, to soothe the prince, and have been told to scram, to fetch me, for you are not his wife?"

Her eyes flutter, chest heaving. "My Princess, please—"

"Enough," you say primly, gathering your skirts. "Come to my chambers before dinner but no earlier. The only reason I haven't sent you back to the Reach is by grace and no more."

"My princess." She bows again and you don't miss the clenched jaw as you leave in a flutter of your bloodred gown and arched chin.

You have only just turned a corner when you hear a voice, soft and silky, familiar for many moons now.

"That was harsh of you, good sister."

You pause and spin, letting out a small laugh at the appearance of your good brother. Tall and princely in visage, he inclines his head in greeting while you bow.

"You are mistaken, my prince."

"Hm?"

You smirk. "That was kindness on my part."

He hums, fighting off a smile. Or what you think is a smile. Prince Aemond is still a mystery to you, but he is polite and you find yourself in good ease with your good brother. Unlike your husband, he wears his duty like armour and wield it like a sword. More than once, you are made to imagine what it would be like to have been married to him instead of your husband, and you blanche at the thought.

Though there is complications and evergreen misunderstanding with your husband at most turns, you cannot find yourself happy to the idea of being married to the One-Eyed Prince. There is nothing to say of his scarred appearance— as it does nothing but exemplify his gifted wielding of the sword, but being so honour and duty bound as you, it would be a cool, crisp marriage wheeled on routine and silent understandings.

A monotonous life might be a mercy to most, a dream to some even, but it brings hives to your skin at the mere idea.

Silent dinners and polite conversations are one thing. A marriage built on everything but... it would unsettle and madden your soul.

He offers his arm. "May I escort you to your chambers and my sad sack of a brother?"

You temper your giggle, taking his elbow. "I would be delighted."

Quiet pinches both of your measured footsteps, but you revel in its serenity. Maegor's Holdfast is stone and steel in the winters, fewer bodies lingering in corridors and corners to stave off into rooms with heat, but the rest that do are about, bow at your persons.

"I see you are adjusting well," he finally says. You turn, eyebrow arched. "As a princess consort of the realm."

"Was I so unprepared in my earlier moons?"

"In a way. Helaena says you are still comely and kind, despite being married to my brother."

"I am satisfied in my marriage, Prince Aemond," you say, unable to stop your raised hackles and need to defend your husband. "My duty to the realm is not strained in the least, and I... care for him."

He gives you a long look but you refuse his stare. He hums again, and whatever topic is breached is dropped. The quiet follows up until the doors of your chambers where he stops.

"Thank you for escorting me, my prince. I know your duties occupy your time."

"A duty of mine is to ensure my good sister is in safe hands." He gives a beckoning bow, notching an eyebrow at the door. "And I wish you ever happiness with your marriage to my brother, the Seven knows your duty is harder than mine."

Before you can retort, he is gone, and you are left with a sigh before you push through.

Though a prince, there is nothing princely of Aegon's sprawl on your bed. His gold, silver spun hair like a halo akimbo his face. Warmth emanates from the fire while he plays with his fingers atop his stomach.

"I thought you will ignore me once more, my wife," he speaks to the air, face still straight to the ceiling.

As you close the doors, a nod to your sworn shield, your straightened shoulders hunch as you relax. An unladylike snort breaking through the quiet. You don't see it, but Aegon smiles at the sound, a pang hitting his chest at the sound of comfort that he misses so.

"These are my chambers, husband," you say. "Unless you are meaning to kick me out of the Keep in total, I think my appearance in my own is not a totally shocking thought."

You sit beside him but do not lay down, giving him a good look as he stares up at you with a vacant expression. He is sober, in a way that there is a glassy sheen to his mullish blue eyes the colour of lightning and thunderstorms. His pallour is pale and his clothes are rumpled, but there is no near stench of wine or woman.

In fact he smells like Aegon on his good days; dragon and grime at the edges, soot and wind.

"I have not been to the Silk Street since we have been married," he says as if reading your thoughts. "I have not, and will refuse, to stray from our marital chambers." He gives you a poke. Like a child. "Unlike you."

You know he is telling the truth. He made the vow to you on your marriage bed, hands intertwined, fresh purple blooms appearing on your throat as he bore crescent shaped moons on his back.

You had to wear high-necked collars for two weeks. In the summers. It was impossibly awful, but the memory of your first night is one you cherish. What you go back to when tempers flare and sadness beckons in corners.

He had spent that first night worshipping you, ensuring you are more than sated before he had taken his own pleasure.

"But women who want you need not be whores to tempt you to their beds," you finish softly, unable to stop yourself as you take one of his hands to your lap, spinning the silver ring he keeps on his last finger.

"My wife, dearest to my heart." Your eyes flutter close at the endearments. It was a running joke to both of you, a joke that evolved with sincerity and... well, you hoped was love.

"I had tea with your grandmother, wife."

You looked up from your lunch, lips thinning at the joke and excitement nestled in giggles he was holding back. "Oh no. I knew I should have sent her back home the minute our vows were over."

He laughed then, taking the unoccupied seat across from you as he pressed his lips to your head. It made your heart flutter, even more so as he plucked a berry from your tart and offered it to your lips. He looked with insistence so you ate it. He pressed a thumb to your bottom lip before pressing a soft kiss to his own lips. You tried not to furiously blush.

"What has she told you?"

"Many a topic." He laughed again at your groan. Aegon had found himself enamoured with you as days past. Learning how you act less primly and more comfortable in his presence had brought him a good sense of happiness. Something he thought he lost forever. And he found, the happier he made you, the stronger the happiness in himself grew. It was an addicting feeling.

"But the prime idea were endearments."

"Endearments?"

"That a husband and wife with a pretty marriage such as ours, as we are royals, must show hope and perpetual peace for the people."

You frowned. "And... endearments give perpetual peace to the people how?"

"A show of the stability of our marriage. Of fondness. So now, I shall call you my dearly beloved heart."

You made a strange, strangling sound that had your husband giggling in surprise. "Pardon me, my prince. I—"

"Your precious honey bee."

"... Excuse me?"

"Babycakes?"

"Are you ill?"

"The darling of your eye, then."

You blinked. "Pardon?"

"What you call me," he teased.

"I refuse."

"You refuse?"

"Yes." You fought your own smile. "You are not the darling of my eye, and calling you thus, will make me a liar."

The pinched expression of jealousy made you bite your lip. "And who is, pray tell, the darling of your eye?"

"My grandmother."

You pressed your lips together. Aegon blinked in shocked. Then the both of you burst out in hard laughters, holding your chests and stomachs.

"We shall find an endearment for your beloved husband then," he announced after he had gasped for breath, dabbing the tears collected from his eyes. His smile enchanted you, wide and beautiful, upturned with a gaze as if he was beheld by the most darling of creatures. The urge to skip over him, drape yourself on his lap, and kiss him silly was an urge you pushed down.

"The... babe to my wondrous bosom?"

"Aegon!"

"So in counsel? That is not a definite no."

"My love?" he calls now, bringing your shared hands to his lips. "Lay down with me."

Before you can retort, he pulls you down to him until your warmth is shared, burning in a single flame. A sigh leaves your mouth, and the sound urges him to pull you impossibly closer.

"Women may find themselves in our bed, but unless they are you, they are nothing," he says after a minute. You tense up and he rubs your back. "I have made a vow."

"I will not hate you if you do. Anger is sordid, but I know my role. I know that is common practice for husbands, and as Princess Consort—"

He pulls you to him, your chest pressed against his as he held your face in his hands. His eyes are sad but his gaze is firm. "Your role as my wife does not mean you stay silent in your anger. Fight me. Make as much ruckus as you want. Tell Sunfyre to burn me to a crisp. You know as much High Valyiran as I at this point."

You laugh, forehead falling on his chest as you feel the burn in your eyes as tears escaped you. "I am no dragonrider."

A laughter rumbles his chest. "Could have fooled me," he teased.

"What?"

When you look up, he is smirking. "You've ridden me before."

"Aegon!"

He noses your jaw, kissing the edge of your chin. "The lemon of your tart, you mean."

"No, I do not." A sigh leaves you as his kisses turn into suckles, his hands holding you steady, rubbing circles against your skin.

"I think... I am fully forgiven now? For you have slept far away from me—" You yelp as he bites your ear, "— for too long a time. And for spending more time with my brother than you have of me in a while. Truly unfair punishment."

"He has only escorted me."

He flips you both, unlacing the front of your bodice with adept fingers while he leaves a trail of bites at every exposed skin. "While I wait by your chambers like a lovesick fool?"

"I never asked you too, you bumbling oaf."

He huffs a laugh, ripping down the front of your dress as you shriek, eyes meeting your own with a dark glint, before his hot mouth envelops your pert nipple. You keen.

"I am still a-angry with you," you sigh, running your fingers through his silver locks. When your body adjusts, seeking to pleasure the warmth between your thighs, he moves lower as if he can read your mind, read your wants, and when you make a roll of your hips right against his tenting manhood, his groan vibrates against your breast to your ribcages.

"I understand." He leans back on his hunches, smile sweet, before he shuffles around and underneath your dress, past your small clothes, and takes a slow swipe of his finger against your warm, wet folds. Your hips buck, a gasp leaving your throat, and he breathlessly laughs.

"Your beloved honey bee would like to taste the nectar between your thighs that you have so graciously held against me for so long."

You groan, suppressing a shiver as he holds your thighs steady with his own laughter. "The urge to kick you is strong, my husband. Enough to risk the Lord Hand's ire. And your mother's."

He groans, stilling in the midst of pushing your skirts up, he pops his head back toward you. "Please, owner my beating heart. The fire to my dragon. The lemon cake to my tea—

"— that one is your least creative one so far —"

"— Let us not speak of my mother, gods forbid, my grandsire, while I am between your legs. For the good of the realm."

"The good of the realm?" You scoff. Then yelp as he bites your thigh, soothing it with a lap of his tongue.

"Yes, my sweet, the good of the realm." He pops back to you, hair askew, eyes devilish, as he grins. "It is common knowledge that heirs are for the good of the realm. And I cannot bring you pleasure if you keep mentioning people I'd rather not imagine while doing so. And your pleasure, from what your grandmother had told me from our many afternoon teas, my sweetest, golden love, is important for my heirs."

Your giggles turn breathless when he disappears beneath your skirts once more. "I surrender then... apple of my tarts."

The sound of his giggles underneath your skirts soon grow muted against the sound of your pleasure. The thing about Aegon, is that pleasure is meant to be savoured. So as he slowly tears through your own clothes while he makes you reach your peak once, twice, thrice— your skin drenched in sweat, rose blush bloomed your face and neck, arms weakened and thighs unable to hold steady — you turn to your husband, the haze of your orgasm clouding any rational thought as you beheld him, still fully clothed with your juices on his face, a proud smirk twisted on his lips.

"Are you okay, beloved?" He rests a hand on your face and you nuzzle against him. "Shall I call for a bath now?"

"Later," you pronounce breathlessly. "If you do not find yourself inside me in the next second, I shall curse you for evermore."

He laughs, giving you a languid kiss before he steps back and strips.

He does not make a show of it, as harried and hard for you (no catching of his pleasure against the bed could ever compare to thrusting inside of you), and you watch his weeping cock with an unbashed hunger of your own, as he pumps it a few times, eyes staring at your visage as you widen your legs, holding your thighs to give him a sweet view.

He groans. "What Silken Street whore could be compared to my wife so willing? What lady would be enough?"

"I swear to the Seven, if you do not end your blasted soliloquy—"

His laughter rings, body covering your own before he slides in your warm, wet cunny. Blasphemy spills his tongue as a softened sigh leaves you. Though he is not lengthy, his girth stretches, thrilling the nerves up to your throat. The ease is given by your wetness, but he is slow, making sure you felt every ridge and vein until you cry softly at your abused pearl rubbing against his body.

"I will not last," he half spits, jaw clenched. "I will have to- I'm sorry but—"

"Do it," you whisper, locking your ankles on his ass as much strength as your legs can allow. "Pound me into the matress."

"Fuck," is the last thing he says before he follows your orders, each hit against your cervix building your own peak. "Pretty wife, darling pearl, the sexiest— fucking—" spills and spits between groans and cries, chasing his high brings your own.

"A-aeg, I—"

He kisses your mouth, effectively shutting you up as he slides a hand between your sweaty bodies, finding your pearl and circling hard. As soon as you're cumming to the high heavens, tightening and twitching, a garbled scream out of your throat— he slams once, twice, as his own high entangles your own, a punctuated moan breaking out of his throat.

His seed spurts, floods, before his cock turns flaccid inside you, and you feel warm and full underneath him.

He presses his forehead against your collarbone. "Maybe we should fight more oft, nectar of my obsession."

"Sure," you say. "I will spend more time with Aemond then."

He punctures a groan as you giggle.

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amberizedcasey · 6 months

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okay guys this is bagi and cellbit discussion one hundred percent

i know that in achilles come down the person singing is patroclus so you may think of roier first but he is also down with the murder so it won’t work (although i can see some other parallels in the song with spiderbit and also them as achilles and patroclus in general but that's for another time)

now let me tell you how this would go

mention of intrusive thoughts btw, i have them myself so this may be a little biased sorryy

cellbit has a martyr complex, he thinks he is better off dead, he is putting himself out there, he wants the feds to know it's him killing the workers, he nows that this is not ending well, but he is doing either way because he knows (at least he thinks so) that this is the only way to save the people he loves, he is willing to die so they can have a chance to leave the island and be free, and he won't stop

bagi on the other side is little codependent, she spent her whole life trying to find her brother, trying to save him, and she blames herself for no finding him soner, she thinks it's her fault that he is the way he is, she thinks that she wasn't enough and that maybe if she was, he wouldn't have end up the way he did, so she wants to help him, she really does, even thought the brother she once knew is not really there (also something i want to dive more in because we do see that brother sometimes, when he is with the eggs for example), but she can't let him go this path, because she nows that there will be consequences, and that he may lose himself, or worse he may die

so she is trying get him to come down of the roof, or in their case, stop the killing

the voice in his head is himself, not in a double personality way but as intrusive thoughts cause like he said, there isn't a f!cell and a q!cell, he is cellbit and he is a little fucked up (as someone with intrusive thoughts myself i found that funny, let me cope the way i want)

cellbit is looking for a way to help people, he doesn't want them to go through the same pain that he went, so he puts himself in the position of a martyr, someone that is willing to die for his cause, but he is also tired, tired of trying, tired of containing, tired of not felling anything, so he let go, he let's his intrusive thoughts win (THOSE ARE REAL INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS GUYS, NOT WANTING TO DYE YOUR HAIR AT THREE AM)

cellbit has said before that he doesn't like the person he used to be, he said once to richas that he was something way worse than a hero, so a rat isn't that far from it, he deserves nothing but death

the thoughts tell him as much, he must die, and he must take as many workers with him, if he can't infiltrate, if playing their game is not enough, if he is not enough, so let's be the monster they made him to be, if people don't trust him, let's give them a reason not to

but bagi won’t let him do this, so she tries to talk him out of this

now for a more ilustrated way (my brain only thinks through animatics even thought i have no strength to take this images and put them in paper) i think he sees the intrusive thoughts as himself, he is what he is most afraid of after all, and bagi is talking to him, but he doesn't see her as she is, she see a child talking to him, he sees the sister he could have had, he sees the sister he didn't have

at the end of the song, when there is only bagi talking he finaly see her as she is, as a woman, a woman who lost her childhood trying to find her brother, a woman who fought hell and back to get to his brother, a woman who loves him, a woman who doesn’t want to lose him, a woman who could be his sister again, if he would just come down of that roof

AAAAND we end it here cause that's all i got

also, if you have intrusive thoughts too i just want to tell that they DO NOT define you, you are not them, you are not a bad person, if one thing you are really strong for keeping up

#qsmp #cellbit #bagi #gêmeos do mistério #tw intrusive thoughts

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makima-s-most-smile · 11 months

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Oh... Oh no, watching Fool's Gold campaign part 30. (Starts hilarious and suddenly your heart gets ripped out) I am so normal about this. The talk between Gothi and Xanu... Spoilers jfyi

Gothi: It doesnt have to be that way. Xanu: Stop, being so naive, they are a threat. Gothi: I know they are a threat! I am pretty sure my face is a good indication of that. So don't you be so naive that I don't know that they are not a threat. Xanu: Yet you still defend them... Gothi: Because I don't want a genocide, there is no coming back from that, because you will no coming back from that. Xanu, there is not peace in revenge. The foreclaimers that tortured you are dead. You can wipe out this generation, too. But they still live with you, torturing you over and over again, forever. It doesn't go away. Unless, you let it go... Xanu: They kept me captive for 300 years! Gothi: i know Xanu: They tortured me! Gothi: I KNOW! I know- Xanu: And you want me to let it go! Gothi: Because you have to! Or it will kill you. Holding onto that anger and pain is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. You have to move on. And I know it will be the hardest thing you will ever do in your life Xanu: Then how? How could I possibly do that... Gothi: Forgiveness. And true forgiveness, like I have Xanu: I can't. I can't. I am angry. I am so angry! Gothi: I know. And I am sorry. I am so so sorry. You are allowed to feel angry. But that anger will consume everything if you let it. So you must let it go. Because with time and care, you will heal. ... Gothi: The choice is now yours, Xanu? What are you willing to let go? The anger or me?

(They decide on a third option, between absolute genocide and letting the maniac empathyless society go on like it does.)

And since I am in Trigun hell... I was thinking about Knives and Vash and how they talk but don't communicate with each other.

Gothi tries to stop Xanu from his genocidal tactics. But not by being the defender of the foreclaimers, but by addressing Xanu's pain. It is not purely about the foreclaimers, but about saving her friend. Sure, the morality of genocide is not the way to go and such is in the whole talk and Gothi is vehemently against it, but Gothi knows where the core of the conflict lies and that is Xanu's trauma.

Vash is showing vulnerability, but also by focusing on being humanity's defender, he doesn't do that. Knives knows what he does it not the nicest thing to say the least. Knives does not care, because his hurt and anger is so much louder than any morality. And Knives needs his pain to be seen. Knives as a hurt person needs to be seen and addressed. Vash cares for his brother, but his focus is on humanity and Knives role as the one who is trying to kill it and Knives his hurting brother. That's why he doesn't get through his brother.

Vash has not the interpersonal experience nor maturity to bring across that he cares for Knives. Vash doesn't allow himself the space for anger. He can't have these selfish feelings for the whole Rem loves humanity shenanigans. (I am not saying, Vash should kill, but Vash should learn to defend his own agency and take control in his life. There is a saying that you need to love yourself before you can be loved. Because if you love yourself, you set boundaries, which deflects abusers.) His forgiveness does not feel like this "true forgiveness", for me at least. Vash martyrs for humanity and forgives the things they do to him. How many scars does he have to show that people betrayed him, shot him in the back and hunted him down? Vash doesn't process this trauma and adds new one to it again and again. (I mean, both brothers don't process their trauma. But Vash' way to deal with it is by putting all the agency and control into the other person's hand and putting himself into a pure reaction position that makes him open to get hurt and victimised. Knives on the other hand has an iron hold on control and restricts everyone else's agency. Both brothers are on the opposite ends of a spectrum.) Without showing his anger and let it have room, Vash takes a very important opportunity for himself and Knives to grow and communicate. He also takes away a connection they both could have. Both are so emotionally stunted and it is sad.

The Fool's Gold talk brings down the Knives' problem pretty well. There is no peace in revenge. There is also no safety in it. And our scared little hydrogen bomb baby needs that, safety. But he needs an equal for him to tell him that to his face and he has none. Gothi and Xanu are equals in that talk. It is also Gothi - the please don't genocide a whole race person - who reaches out to Xanu - rightful anger baby goes wrong. Like Vash does to Knives. But without showing his ugly emotions or his struggle with them, Vash is unable to find the connection point with his brother and thus can't get through to him.

#Fool's Gold spoilers #trigun spoilers #Trigun rant #it is 4 am and I am having emotions

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thedivinefish · 1 year

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The other day I saw a beautiful butterfly on my bedroom window and it was odd and large and multi colored. Fluttering here and there until finally just drifitng off in a gentle breeze. I thought of my mom who loved butterflies. I even thought I’ll call my mom and tell her about that butterfly. Then I realized she’s been gone for years. My mom (aka Geat Granny Ruth, GGR) was lively and lived out loud and always spoke like she was reading a childrens book to Pre-K class. She would cook and clean and laugh out loud and even without a cue or music she would break into a song. She loved fearlessly and prayed with compassion and depth and I learned a lot from her and how precious and fragile life can be. I am thankful now more than ever that I can send up communications to my mom, my dad and my brother and every morning upon rising, I say hello to them out loud because I know they can hear us!

Hard to believe it’s November already and for this whole month, we’ll concentrate on thankfullness, gratitiude, appreciation and that Thanksgiving symbol of the horn of plenty! I am seeing you as being gracious, giving and kind as you read this now and taking time to take stock of what is important and sending love to those you love.

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I believe, think, know and feel that I can take stock of what I have now and realize that I am so richly blessed beyond measure when it comes to a lot of other people. I am ready, willing and able to put on my best armor of the day and remain steadfast in my mission just thankful for another day and opportunity to help contribute to others. I know, when, where how and why to be guided by spirit to give away that dollar, that smile, and hold open that door for people who are struggling, and by so doing, I am showering blessings onto my self. I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is knowing that the best of your life will be the rest of your life and that you can and you will and you must make a little progress each and every day and so it is.

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Greetings, just wanted ti thank you so much. After watching the live event with Darius I felt so supported and really in unity with all the other kind folks who are sincerely doing the healing clearing work. How do I explain, the last few days I have felt like, not out of body, but not fully in charge of my attention, having strange thoughts & like my imagination was not cooperating when I was trying to visualize my ideal self. Well, after the show, during last night’s sleep, in the early morning, I half awoke & attempted to fall back asleep feeling my favorite goal being accomplished, saying “isn’t it wonderful?!” And instead of my essential personal tone, the word thoughts sounded like an anomalous deep, dark, old ancient voice, saying the opposite of my intention. Crazy, right?! Re-listening to the replay this morning, something Darius said about someone else having the remote control really landed for me. I now think, feel & know that there was an anomalous whatever interference that was removed from my subconscious last night. You said the clearing goes on for a few days, boy were you right. I now feel congruent and in total integrity with my goal, running forward joyfully receiving the accomplishment. Many thanks and blessings. ~Kate in VA

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Fish Food

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Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack N

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Mephisto's army is years in the making.

I've never really talked much about the final chapters before Blue Exorcist went on Hiatus. But I'm starting to go through some of the interesting elements in the last chapters. One intriguing thing is Mephisto's anti-Satan army.

It's strange. It's made up of exiled exorcists, mavericks and spare demons etc. Some of them are clearly kept hidden not to ruin the surprise for us.

Was anybody else weirded out by the fact that they were in refrigerators?

What do the refrigerators signify? Different timelines? Alternate Universes? Was Kato trying to be cute by saying they were frozen in time or space?

So, who are these folks? They are Mephisto trained and chosen exorcists. Mephy has been training exorcists since the middle ages.

Whether through Knights of the True Cross or other sects like the Myō Dha. He has a history of making demon hunters. He's set up shop in ancient Persia, the Northern Rennaissance. He's been recruiting not only scientists (say, Faust, Neuhaus) developing knowledge and ideas for section 13 but also warriors. True Cross is far-reaching with ties to Germany, Poland, Italy, Mexico and most recently Japan. Those are just some of the countries we know of.

He most likely has powerful allies all over the world, or even in other dimensions and timelines. He can pick and develop warriors from endless places.

How many Shiros and Abels did Mephisto make? Could've been hundreds, thousands...maybe more.

Right now, Rin is Mephisto's current warrior project and his most powerful. But Mephisto has no doubt devoted time and energy to many others.

That's why I don't think Abel or Shiro is dead.

Why train two exceptional warriors, and gift them with weapons and power, only to let them martyr themselves? It doesn't make sense.

The question is: Are Shiro and Abel in a refrigerator?

In the anime, which of course isn't the same as the manga, Amiamon gets killed by Rin and dematerializes. He yells to Mephisto for help, and the demon king seemingly ignores him, uncaringly.

Yet, low and behold a few episodes later Amaimon turns up in hamster form. With Mephisto feeding him snacks and giving him pets. In the Blue exorcist movie, Mephisto easily turns Amaimon back into his human body so he can enjoy the festival. Is he an uncaring brother?

Not at all--his little brother is just a royal pain in the ass.

Even though the anime and manga are very different, kernels of the same ideas are present in both the anime and the manga, after all, Kato was consulted in the process of creating the anime storyline. Once an artist gets an idea stuck in their head, it tends to stick.

Back to the manga

In the manga, we have Abel, Mephisto's knightly son. He has been severely injured by baby DemonRin and finally killed by Satan. (honestly, it's like the poor guy dies twice.) When Abel calls out to Mephisto for help, Mephisto exhibits zero concern for him. In a similar fashion to Amaimon in the anime. Both seemed to die.

But is Abel's death just another bit of Mephisto's magic? His sleight of hand?

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Our first introduction to Abel was at his coronation ceremony for Paladin. And call me crazy, but Mephisto seems to be proud of him.

Mephisto also seems to still be teaching Abel, even at the end of his life. This leads me to believe that Mephisto mentored him. Perhaps I'm reading too much into it or reading between the lines, but I think these two were closer than just a demon king and its section 13 clone.

Mephisto teaches the lesson of demons and love.

So, Abel agreed that hurting Rin was wrong, and agreed with Mephisto that the child had to have its heart saved, and not live in a constant state of pain like Lucifer and Satan. The Paladin knew that empathy was the key, and somebody must have taught him. Abel has emotional maturity. Shiro meanwhile, still believed that he had to kill Rin. Shiro wasn't ready.

Wasn't ready for what, you ask?

To join Mephisto's army.

You don't devote all of that time and just toss a good warrior away. A good warrior must have a well-rounded and stable mind. And a powerful physical presence.

Mephisto wouldn't do that to Shiro either.

Both Paladins died in their late 40s from what I see. A time when the body starts to weaken but the mind is strong, full of experience and knowledge. Human existence is a bit of a mismatch, but Mephisto has probably found a workaround. Maybe he can turn the clock back on Shiro and Abel.....I'm pretty sure in Mephisto's world anything is possible.

I'm making a prediction that both of them are still alive.

We never did see what happened to Abel and Shiro's bodies after they died. Did Mephisto regenerate them? Bury an empty coffin in Shiro's grave. It was entirely possible. Shiro seemed to think Mephisto is capable of anything he made sure that when Yuri died she stayed dead, so Mephisto couldn't mess with her anymore.

Shiro and Abel had gotten too old, physically, but emotionally they had matured a great deal and finally figured out the last bit of knowledge to beat a demon.

Hate and destruction won't do it. Empathy might.

I'm pretty sure Mephisto and Neuhaus can fix a body even better than Lucifer's team. Let's be honest the only thing in Assiah that has defeated Satan is Shiro....twice.

Let's see who else Mephisto pulls out of the fridge.

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It's just falling apart.

The spark's gone.

Your marriage is going drown the drain - yet a part of you is still there wanting to hang in to work on it not just because there's still love but also because there's that unthinkable pain from separating.

A lot of married couples may need to hear this story I want to share today. Indeed, not all marriages are same but for sure it has its highs and lows.

Marriage is something you need to work on - indeed as they say it is not always a honeymoon phase but remember this is a person Allah has given you to be with in this dunya - so make sure you take good care of each other.

A lot of marriages fail because it began from something that was impermissible - I think you know well what I mean here. However, I do not want to go over that topic for now.

This post is dedicated to those who is finding difficulty in their marriages - people who are in the stage of "discovering" the good and flaws of each other.

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I want to tell you about Hammanah Bint Jahsh (or Hamnah) and Mus'ab Ibn Umair Radiyallahu Anhum.

You must have heard of the story of Mus'ab as he is a famous companion but behind this great man was a woman who gave all her support towards him - Hammanah or Hamnah (the sister of Zaynab bint Jahsh - one of the wives of the Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam).

They were a young couple and were both from a prominent and well off families from the Quraish. Musa'b, before he entered Islam, was known for his luxuries and the way he would clothed himself - which earned him the title - the flower of the Quraish.

When he entered the fold of Islam, his family - specifically his mother Khunas int Malik, stripped him off his luxuries and all his privileges. During these times, Hamnah was with Mus'ab.

I want you to imagine the drastic change that this young couple had to go through both as individuals and as a married couple. Nowadays, when a wife usually asks for something and the husband fails to give or provide it - there's chaos in the home or if husband doesn't have a job but does what it takes to make ends meet - he gets a beating of words from the wife which boils down to a heated argument in the home.

This couple, lost everything in one turn. Yet, such are the believers of Allah - they knew well their purpose in life and to have that support from a person closest to you - sometimes if not most of the times - has a great affect in your perseverance.

They both gave this to each other. They both went through the struggles of it even during the time when every tribe in Makkah boycotted the Band Hashim - they were with them - struggling to even have something to eat yet this didn't disrupt their relationship because the very core of it was Allah.

For that, Allah made their love for each other strong. They both did the migration to Madinah together. Those days when Mus'ab was sent as the first envoy - Hamnah was by his side as well.

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But the point of my story is not only the support and love they both gave each other, it is when an event took place during the battle of Uhud.

When Battle of Uhud took place, she was amongst the women who tended to the wounded by providing them with water and assisting them.

We all know in this battle, many Muslims were martyred. Amongst them were her brother - Abdullah ibn Jahsh, uncle - Hamza ibn AbdulMutallib and her beloved husband - Mus'ab ibn Umair.

The narration goes:

"After the defeat of the Muslims in the Battle of Uhud where 70 Muslims were killed - Hammanah was told by the Prophet to endure her loss with patience.

She asked him whom he meant.

He said: “Your maternal uncle, Hamzah.”

She said: “To God we all belong and to Him shall we all return. May God forgive him and bestow mercy on him. He is blessed as a martyr in heaven.”

The Prophet again told her to bear her loss with patience. When she asked him whom he meant, he said: “Your brother Abdullah.” She repeated what she said about her uncle.

Yet the Prophet told her of another loss, and on her enquiry he mentioned her husband, Mus'ab ibn Umair. This time,

she screamed, saying: “Woe is me! Oh, for my grief!”

The Prophet commented: “A husband has a unique position with his wife no one else can fill.”

It is said that Mus'ab was only 35 when he was martyred - so we can tell how young this couple must have been.

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My dear brothers and sisters in Islam, are you waiting for a tragedy (losing your spouse) to come for you to realize their worth and place in your life?

As much as a husband has a unique position in his wife or wives' hearts - it is same vice versa. Indeed, most men don't show much affection and this is their human nature but that doesn't mean they do not value their wife or wives.

Bottom line is life is short. Embrace the struggle within your marriage because this is what will make the bond stronger. Communication is the key.

Realize that this spouse/s of yours is someone that is there to strive through life with you - a gift from Allah. Work on fixing the issues - at the end of the line - your spouse, after Allah, is your next line of support when everyone else turns their backs on you.

Make it work, and ultimately Allah will reward you for it. Talk about it, remind each other. Go on a "halal" date, spend some quality time with each other. If you are with kids, then look at your kids - they are a result of two people who fell in love with each other.

Work on perfecting your ibadah - motivate each other because the more the couple are close to Allah so does their relationship between each other, as lovers are.

Please Allah in simple yet consistent ways for a spouse who pleases Allah is indeed one of the greatest blessings that a person can have in this world.

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Brothers, be the Mus'ab to your Hammanah and sisters, be the Hammanah to your Mus'ab.

May Allah make it easy for every brother and sister who are going through rough patches in their marriages. May Allah protect all the marriages of the Muslims from the evil temptations of the Shaitaan.

Amin

Umm Umar Khaled

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Stories were taken from:

• Sirat Rasul Allah | Ibn Saad

• Musnad Ibn Hanbal

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Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?

Where did you stand after this? What choices did you have?

Alternatively:

“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”

Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader (side pairing: Taehyung x Yoongi)

Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, pining, slice of life au.

Warnings: Building collapse, resulting to death and injuries. Homophobia, cursing, and drinking alcohol on a plane, physical abuse (Sin-ae slapped OC)

Note: Texts like this = lyrics from this chapter’s OST which is It’s You by Henry

Word Count: 3.6k

Series: CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 10

When Jungkook claimed that 'the whole family needs you,' what he really meant was that the Kims needed you to convince Taehyung to go back to Seoul.

"No. I'd rather die than go back there." Your brother's face was scarlet, obviously fuming.

You sighed. Defeat was already knocking on your door, telling you to give it up. Taehyung was stubborn, no one could make him do something he proclaimed he hated.

"B-But..." You couldn't give up, so desperately, you looked at him and said "our family needs us—"

"Our family needs us?" He cut you off, voice laced with so much fury it made you flinch.

You hadn't seen him this enraged. Regret washed over you. Perhaps you should've waited for the sun to come up first before dropping the bad news to him. Taehyung woke up with a sour mood since you banged on your bedroom door, forcing him to come out and talk to you.

He had a frown on his face when he opened the door, eyes squinting, he asked you what you could possibly want in the middle of the night.

You told him your concern at once, not minding that Jimin was awake now, calling your name softly like he wasn't sure what was happening or why you're suddenly disturbing everyone's sleep.

Yoongi was awake too. He stood behind Taehyung as he scratched the back of his head, frowning at you.

You ruined their sleep while Jungkook ruined your peace.

He told you that your father and Soojin got into an accident. Apparently, the building which was being constructed by Castle Architectural Firm collapsed. Some construction workers, your father, and Soojin were injured.

Admittedly, you didn't know all the details because your mind had gone haywire the second you heard Jungkook associated your family's names with the word accident.

You could say though that between you and Taehyung, the latter was calmer. When you told him the same thing Jungkook had said to you, all your brother asked was this: "they're...still alive, right?"

You nodded your head, lips pressing into a grim line when he shrugged.

Nonchalantly.

Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly.

"Good. I'll just send them a text message later." He attempted to shut the door.

"Wait!" You stopped him, saying that you two needed to plan your trip back home.

It's his turn to smack his lips together, as if he found your statement ridiculous.

Taehyung told you he would never go back to Seoul. You still insisted on going though, prompting him to say things both of you knew he's gonna regret.

"Why are you forcing me to go back to that shithole?" He snapped at you. "Did you forget what I've been through because of him?"

You could see it in his eyes. He wanted to scream everything—he lost everything because of Taemin.

"B-But..." You were too frightened to think of a proper explanation so you just repeated what you said a few breaths ago, "they need us..." Your voice was actually low, like you weren't sure if what you said was valid.

Taehyung proved that it was bull by cackling. His tongue was prodding at the insides of his mouth.

"Bull fucking shit." You took a step back upon hearing his snarl. Taehyung was glaring daggers at you.

"Taehyung-ah..." Yoongi interrupted before his boyfriend could hurt you with his words. It was to no avail. Your brother didn't stop sputtering things. He was directing his frustration to you.

"What? I'm right, Yoongi." He also glared at his hyung before casting his gaze back at you. "We chose to leave but they pushed us to do it. Our father can't accept me. My mother barely tolerated me. Seokjin and Namjoon-hyung are the only ones who defended me, but where are they now? They stopped talking to me too—" He sounded bitter.

You couldn't blame him. None of them reached out to talk to you and your brother. It had been almost two years since you contacted them. They didn't spare you even a simple greeting no matter how many holidays had passed, no matter how long your messages were.

The Kims never replied.

"Consider leaving Seoul as a sign of you turning your back on us." This was what Taemin said to Taehyung.

And to you?

Nothing.

They never cared about you. As a matter of fact, you felt like you had done them a favor when you left. Even Soojin didn't bother to stop you. She only said you're old enough to decide for yourself, that she got a lot on her plate right now and that she didn't have time for your drama or whatever you're going through.

Taehyung said you were stupid. Why did you keep insisting yourself to them? Wasn't it obvious to you that they didn't want you in their circle? You were an outsider they would never let in.

"—and now you're saying they need us? For what?" He answered his own question after swallowing his spit. "For support? That's rich coming from them, don't you think? How dare they ask something they never gave us when we needed it the most?"

"I don't want to end up like them, oppa." Your voice was barely audible as you trained your eyes on the floor. "You and I both know how painful it is not to have the support we craved. Do you really want to pass that pain to someone else?"

Taehyung cackled, forcing you to cast your eyes back to him.

"That's where we're different, little sister." He licked his lower lip, thunder and lightning were brewing in his eyes. "I don't care about the pain of the people who hurt me. I don't want to be the bigger person here. What? Am I supposed to just forget everything I went through just because my father is in pain? He's hurt for a reason. He deserves it."

Taehyung knew he was being mean. He couldn't help it. Why must he allow toxic people back in his life again? He managed to pull himself from a very dark place. It was difficult. It was shitty. It was heartbreaking. But he did it.

He did it and just because he could didn't mean he'd allow himself to go back to that dark place. Taehyung wouldn't. He would never be sorry for how he protected his peace.

Not going back to Seoul was how he did it.

"But Soojin..." If Taehyung couldn't forgive his father, then he should go back home for the sake of his other sister.

"Ah," your brother smirked. "Kim Soojin. The person who stole the love of your life. Am I right?" He crossed his arms, not waiting for you to reply.

"Sometimes I don't understand you. Are you a martyr or an idiot? Why would you want to help Soojin? You suffered greatly because of her, did you not?"

You were once again lost for words.

Taehyung continued speaking.

"She's mean to you. She's the reason why you're far away from home." He stroked his chin, squinting his eyes at you. "I know now. You're not a martyr. You're stupid. You enjoy loving the people who hurt you, and then you hurt people who love you."

Yoongi grabbed his boyfriend's wrist vigorously. Taehyung ignored his first warning so Yoongi wouldn't allow him to talk to you any further. He was upset and he was starting to hurt you. It's not right.

Taehyung was unstoppable though.

"You love everyone except Jungkook. Is that the reason why you wanna go back home, huh? Guilt finally caught up with you? Do you really want to be there for our family, or is this the only excuse you can think of because you want to see Jungkook again? You haven't moved on from him, have you?"

The storm in his eyes reached you. The thunder was like a booming pain in your head. The lightning electrified your heart that couldn't be revived.

You felt sick, like you were going to faint. Jimin was suddenly beside you. He dug his fingers into your hips, keeping you from falling.

"Kim Taehyung." Jimin growled at his best friend.

"It's okay," you clamped your eyes shut and after a few seconds, you opened them again, staring into your brother's remorseful eyes.

Funny how people instantly pulled themselves together right after lashing out.

"I'll fly back home tomorrow, even without you."

You were true to your words. You booked a flight going back to Seoul while Yoongi pulled Taehyung back to bed, urging him to rest for a while before deciding what he wanted to do with the information you told him.

Morning came and he still didn't change his mind. You had to go home alone.

"I'm going to miss you," but Jimin dropped you off to the airport. Yoongi wanted to go with you, sadly you told him to just stay with his boyfriend.

"Me too." You unbuckled your seat belt and then you turned to your roommate, giving him your sincerest smile. "Thank you, Jimin. For everything."

He was the sweetest and kindest boy you knew. Jimin paid for your plane ticket since you didn't have enough money for it. You told him you would pay him back soon, but he simply brushed you off, saying that it didn't matter to him if you couldn't pay.

"Just be safe, okay?" He ruffled your hair while you studied his face. You could see it in his eyes, he wanted to say more. You could almost feel these words leaving his mouth: and please come back to me.

He didn't say it though. He couldn't ask for that knowing that Taehyung was probably right. You were not over Jungkook.

You dreaded seeing him. What were you supposed to do after pretending like he didn't exist for almost two years?

Taehyung hated you for sending long holiday messages to the Kims despite not getting a response.

You, on the other hand, hated yourself for ignoring Jungkook's handwritten holiday messages for you—well, actually, it wasn't just holiday letters. Your best friend sent you letters from time to time.

He sent two letters a week. This went on for a year but then one day, Jungkook just...stopped.

You thought he got tired of you and it broke your heart and made you hate yourself even more. You were the one who left. He was the one who begged you to stay.

You didn't deserve anything from him, not even his anger. The question was, could you take it? Could you bear seeing indifference in his eyes after getting used to the love always dancing in his eyes?

Probably not. This was why you were trying to calm your nerves by taking advantage of the free wine on the plane. Jimin was the one who booked your flight, choosing business class.

You didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve these good men in your life. Taehyung was right. You always ended up hurting the people who loved you.

You drank the pain and bitterness away. You lost count on how many glasses of wine you had, all you knew was that your head was spinning and you felt like shit when you got off the plane.

"I didn't know you drink."

You groaned upon hearing Seokjin's remark. You didn't feel like shit anymore.

You felt shittier.

Abashed, you smiled apologetically at your older brother, suddenly regretting his offer to pick you up from the airport.

"Long time no see, oppa..." Two years and he still looked the same: like a deity. Seokjin aged like a fine wine.

"I'm sorry I can't convince Taehyung-oppa to come home with me." Your face was hot and you weren't sure if it was because of wine or embarrassment.

Seokjin noticed your sheepishness as he took your suitcase and handbag, carrying them for you.

"I didn't expect him to come. But at least you're here. Father is expecting you." He started walking so you followed.

"H-How's he and Soojin?" You were stammering since you weren't used to conversing with him. This was probably the longest conversation you had with your eldest brother.

Seokjin had always acted indifferent towards you.

"Jungkook didn't tell you?" He enquired while loading the boot of his car with your luggage.

"He...just told me they're injured."

Your brother sucked in a breath. He closed the trunk of his car loudly before turning to you. Too many emotions were painted on his face, but the most apparent was...exhaustion? Or was it sympathy for your naivety?

"I envy you..." The corner of his mouth turned up as he eyed you from head to toe. You fought the urge to step back. He was making you feel intimidated ."You got to drink. I didn't." He walked towards the driver's seat of his car, opening its door. "The situation is getting worse, sister. You should've drunk more when you still had the chance."

You didn't understand what Seokjin said to you at first, but the moment he turned on the radio in his car, your world crumpled and you wished you had drunk more wine.

"SPD has confirmed that at least four people died in a commercial building collapse Wednesday afternoon in—"

Your stomach flipped, your brain no longer able to listen to the sickening news.

Baffled, your head snapped to look at your brother who was clenching his jaw, his grip on the steering wheel was tight.

"I thought no one died!" You whimpered, chest recoiling.

"That's fifteen hours ago."

Fuck.

"B-But...you said Soojin and father are okay, right? They're not..." You trailed off, it was physically painful for you to continue your statement.

Seokjin sucked in a deep breath as he realized it was better to tell you the truth now. He said that your father was still unconscious, something big and hard fell on his head.

Soojin was in a wheelchair but at least she's conscious. There were cuts and bruises all over her body because of the fallen debris.

"Can we go straight to the hospital now, oppa? I..." You licked your lower lip. "I want to see Soojin and father."

Seokjin didn't answer but he nodded his head. The rest of the ride was filled with silence. The older man turned off the radio when he realized you were breathing heavily.

You tried to calm down. You really did, howbeit everything was too much for you. The alcohol in your system was making you feel hot even though you're literally covered in cold sweat.

What about those people who had died? Do their family know? How could Castle help them? Who was taking charge?

You whimpered again. When you left two years ago, the situation was already bad. The construction workers were protesting every Friday, demanding to be treated right—to be treated fairly. They didn't have the same benefits as regular employees. They didn't have social insurance. Their daily wage wasn't even enough to get them by.

"Hey..." Seokjin slowed down, glancing at you when he heard you whine for the umpteenth time. "Your head hurts? We can buy coffee if you want..."

Was he worried thinking that you had too much wine?

"I'm okay, oppa. Just thinking about those who..." You swallowed thickly. "d-died."

Seokjin's eyes softened.

"Namjoonie is taking care of it," he exhaled slowly. "Don't worry about it."

It was easier said than done. You thought about this as you headed to the VIP floor of the hospital. Taemin was confined in one of the rooms on that floor.

You were going to see your father in a few and admittedly, you were nervous. Seokjin's words were echoing inside your head: don't worry about it. How could you stop worrying about those workers who had died when there's a possibility that your father might end up just like them?

"Where's Taehyung?" You heard Sin-ae before you saw her. She was guarding the door of Taemin's room, like she had no intention to let you in.

Of course. You expected this day to be difficult. Nothing much had changed in the past two years. Sin-ae still treated with strong contempt.

You noticed the change in her eyes though. Back then, she threw daggers at you, but right now, she looked like she didn't have the energy to do that. Her eyes were...hollow.

"I...couldn't convince him to go home—"

It was sudden.

Not your answer. You had thought so many times while you were on plane the things you would tell Sin-ae and your entire family as to why Taehyung couldn't come home.

He's busy with work, but he's sad he can't come.

He's flying back home in days. Let's just wait for him.

He said he's sorry. He'll call later. Don't worry.

Your excuses were thought thoroughly. You practiced saying it. Hell, you even imagine what they'd say or how they'd react.

You expected them to scowl, to cry...Sin-ae cried.

She cried after slapping you right across the face. She's angry. She's sad. She's frustrated. She's directing these ugly feelings twisting in her gut to you.

"He couldn't come?" She hissed, her eyes were red and tears kept on rolling down her cheeks. She was shaking.

"Jungkook told you to convince my son to go home! You had one job! One fucking job! Why can't you do it, huh?"

"I'm sorry," you were guilty. You avoided her gaze. "I just..." And then you bit your tongue before you said "want to see my father..."

You tried to get past her, but she blocked the way.

"No!" She spread her arms to cover the door. "You are not allowed to see my husband, bastard!"

You shook your head, ignoring her and still insisting to go inside the room. Seokjin said Taemin wanted to see you.

He requested your presence.

"Please." You pleaded. Your voice was shaky too, your blood running cold. Something was wrong. Something was telling you you had to see your father.

The beat of your heart wasn't normal.

"He wants me here..."

"No!" Sin-ae pushed your chest. "We want Taehyung here. Not you! So get lost!"

No.

You pushed her too, making her more aggressive. Sin-ae scratched your skin, screaming. She wanted you to go away.

"What is happening here?" Seokjin arrived. He was so startled to see his mom in this feral state.

"I want her out, Seokjin! Make her go away!" Sin-ae wailed in her son's arm.

Your older brother embraced her tight. He was looking at you using those puppy eyes.

"I'm so sorry," he shook his head at you and then he mumbled "please leave..."

Off you go.

You were defeated anyway. Two versus one. How could you fight your family?

You were exhausted. Both from your long flight and dealing with Sin-ae. Your head hurt too.

You needed coffee to help you sober up. Fuck wine. Fuck Sin-ae. Fuck this stupid vending machine.

Why couldn't you have your coffee?

It was fucking stuck.

You breathed heavily while massaging your temple.

You hadn't recovered from your throbbing head when a new wave of pain engulfed you.

Someone called your name.

Not just someone.

You knew that voice well.

You turned your head to the side slowly.

You saw the person who called you.

"Soojin..." It was Jungkook who called your name, but what you uttered was your sister's name.

He was with her. Jungkook was standing behind Soojin's wheelchair.

Baby I'm falling head over heels

Your breathing hitched while looking at the both of them.

It was just like in movies. You know, when your eyes sparkled when you saw someone you loved after a very long time.

Looking for ways to let you know just how I feel

You called Soojin yet your eyes were focused on your best friend. The friend you hadn't seen in years.

I wish I was holding you by my side

His voice was soft when he uttered your name. But just like Sin-ae, his eyes changed too.

Indifference.

He was no longer looking at you with fire in his eyes.

I wouldn't change a thing 'cause finally it's real

It was like he's a completely different person. It hurt looking at him like this, like he didn't recognize you, like he was debating if you were real or not.

Were you really here? Or were you just a fragment of his imagination?

You walked towards them, causing Jungkook to flinch.

His chest felt heavy. He gripped the push handle of Soojin's wheelchair with force.

You were standing near them now.

Jungkook blinked.

He wasn't hesitating anymore.

You were definitely here.

I'm tryin' to hold back, you ought to know that

"Hi..." You said to Soojin, voice wavering. It hurt seeing her like this. She had a cervical collar on. It was difficult for her to speak.

You crouched down as you smiled softly at your sister.

Jungkook watched you. He was holding himself back. It wasn't the right time to hold you in his arms.

You're the one that's on my mind

He missed you though. More than so much. Two years and you were still running inside his mind.

I'm falling too fast deeply in love

Everything was dawning to him too fast.

Two years and he still loved you.

Time was irrelevant.

It went slow when you weren't around. He thought those painfully long moments without you by his side were enough to forget his feelings for you.

Finding the magic in the colors of you

Apparently, it wasn't enough. He stared hard at you, like he was looking for something.

Love? Affection? Anger? Longing?

He would take anything you could offer, because after all this time, he was still in love with you.

Little did he know, you felt the same way too.

For Jungkook, you're the right time at the right moment

But as you straighten your back and met his gaze, you realized something:

For you, he was the wrong time at the wrong moment.

A/N: my mom asked me if i was planning to write fics tonight or workout. i chose the former because MAN my body is so sore i don’t think i’ll be able to move properly. 😩 standing workout IS NOT easier than sitting workouts!!!!! ANYWAY i know there aren’t many jk x oc moments in the past chapters....so ✌️

#jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #ficswithluv #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #armywriterssupport #jungkook best friend #jungkook best friends to lovers #bts fic

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somestorythoughts · 3 years

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There were 3 sisters who lived in a well...

What did those Sisters do to them?

The Sisters are dying and they never mention looking for a cure. Maybe they’re searching for one off screen, maybe there isn’t one and they’ve resigned themselves to their fate, for all we know they’re dying slowly in the way all mortals are and the payments are sustenance that’s a lot like food. Maybe it doesn’t matter because they’re dying but they’re not done with life yet.

“The Sisters are not selfless creatures.”

They can see the many paths of the future, timing Cath’s hazy, beautiful dream with it’s hazy, beautiful boy to the first time she would see Jest must have been easy, if anything was difficult it would have been the dream itself, and taking that lemon seed they asked of him and planting it so that it would sprout from her dream to grow from her bed, loaded with ripe lemons. Then the next night they take the white roses from her memory and urge them to sprout, to bloom.

The bleeding hearts are easy. Catherine's grieving and betrayed, she’s in pain and so they push those feelings into bloom. Her heart is strong and passionate, perhaps it’s easy to nudge a plant that mirrors it’s state into being. Who knows where they got that key lime tree in the last dream, where they appear to her and we learn that the Sisters can appear in dreams and sit on the boughs of dream-trees. Maybe they pulled it from her memory, maybe their own knowledge, searching for what she’d need to impress the king and become queen.

Perhaps they don’t need to send dreams to Jest, since he already has reason to pay attention to Cath and get close to her. It’s Cath who they need to make sure will pay attention.

Time hasn’t set foot in the Sister’s realm, in the Looking Glass Maze. Time is also tricky in Chess. Maybe when the Rooks and Messengers learned that Hearts had a Queen, there was a Queen of Hearts, but they were let out before that happened. Maybe they were lied to, and Hearts didn’t have that Queen yet. And let us not forget the scream that comes once Cath has figured out how to get to Chess without going through a door. Maybe it’s just the type of coincidence that writers like, the just-at-the-wrong-time bad luck coincidence. But Time, as we’ve established, becomes complicated in the Maze and in Chess. Maybe the Sisters simply made sure that the door opened to that time, to make sure Cath would go through that door and fulfill their prophecy.

And it was easy to know she would. If she was the kind of person to let her friend, her oldest friend who she can’t help but love at that time despite her betrayal, perhaps she wouldn’t have the heart they needed. And Jest can’t help but follow her. And of course Raven follows, because Jest is his brother in arms and he loves him enough to suggest Queening, when it would be so much easier to just let Cath give them her heart as she’d decided. And of course Hatta follows, because he loves Jest like Cath does for all he never told him. They go through the door and the prophecy comes to fruition.

Murderer, martyr, monarch, mad.

When the Sisters take Catherine's broken heart they take away her pain, her grief, but they also take away any hope of things getting better, that a heart that beat so strongly might one day heal, at least enough to care a bit about the well-being of her people, foolish as they are, if not to love and dream again. One might wonder if her fury and need for revenge would have gone with them too if we didn’t know that she was overflowing with it. And with her heart gone, that fury is all that remains. The Sisters take Lady Catherine Pinkerton of Rock Turtle Cove and turn her into the Queen of Hearts.

When you’re old and young and dying, dying very very slowly, you may cling to life or you might end it on your own terms. And when you have little connection to others, perhaps you see no reason not to take their hearts.

No reason not to take their time. Maybe only asking for things people have no need of is a lie, maybe that’s what they say to make sure they get their payments. Hatta, running from Time, always coming and going, can he really afford to have those 5 minutes taken? Did Catherine really not need her heart? Who knows?

Only the Sisters, and they aren’t talking.

#heartless #catherine pinkerton #jest #the sisters #there were three sisters that lived in a well #and they were very sneaky #raven #hatta

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life-rewritten · 3 years

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Manner of D*eath (MOD); The Little Mermaid and The Warped Prince

This is a fun one, I promise. MOD continues to be a ride with excitement, worries, and more questions to bring. But you know what after major rewatching and analysis, I have come to terms with how I think the story will go—the whole reason one; word Little Mermaid. I've written a past suspect list (here) before about who I thought the culprit is from episode 1. There's been a few changes to that, but I think I can finally guess who the culprit is that took Jane's life. And it's because of this foreshadowing with Little Mermaid. I'll explain even more. Little Mermaid not only helps me bring up my final suspects, but I also think it is a base for the romantic relationships in the show as well. So without further ado, let's dive into this analysis.

When writing my suspect list, I stated that there were many apparent hints to who the suspect is and why they could possibly do it. I didn't want to believe in my simple theory because it seemed too easy to guess and too simple to be. But after thinking about it, I also said that it's not about who's the suspect that matters but how we get to that information. The show has littered many plotlines making sure we don't feel comfortable about our feelings on who we think the suspect is. We've questioned Tan's involvement, That, Pued, The Mayor, Jane her self and others. So even though the suspect may be easy to guess I think with the way the writers and director made us go through loops slowly revealing the information and leaving some clues that can't be fully vouched for, or 100% agreed on, the reveal will still be shocking and fun to see how it unveils and ends, and there might be a forgotten person that surprises me. The issue I had with the show at first since I hate mysteries was if the plot wouldn't leave enough clues or subtext for us to understand what's going on and the reveal will be out of nowhere. But to my surprise, Jane already mentioned who killed her and why because of her mention of one book Little Mermaid. Let me explain more;

The warped Prince and the Little Mermaid

Little Mermaid, not the Disney one, the one (apparently an allegory to a gay unrequited love by the writer who is also important later for the base of the couples) where we have a depressing ending, betrayals and sacrifice. Here is a summary of that one, and the things we should focus on when reading it.

Little Mermaid is about Ariel (that's not her name in the original, but I'm going to call her that), Ariel falls in love with the prince after saving him. She is determined to be with him and lets her self be changed to human to join his world, there's a list of rules, she has to be mute, she can't return back to the human world once she takes the potion, and she must make the prince fall in love with her. She goes through a lot of pain once she takes the potion, reunites with the prince who never saw the girl who saved him but someone else, if she wins the heart of the prince she'll obtain a soul, but if he marries someone else she will die with a broken heart and dissolve into sea foam. Alright great, so you're starting to see the difference with the Disney one right? Let's keep going.

The prince begins to like being with Ariel, who is beautiful; their relationship becomes the best. Still, he does not have feelings for her romantically (I know I was shocked, why haven't I read the full story of this before. Poor Ariel she got friend-zoned) But the sad thing is the prince does love Ariel (the girl who saved him that he can't remember). He believes that the person who saved his life is a girl from the temple, the girl who found him when he woke up (sigh), so when his family tells him to marry the temple girl, the prince agrees. All of Ariel's sacrifice goes in vain. She is broken and is denoted by her sisters to eliminate the prince in vengeance to come back to the sea. However she can't do it, she loves him too much, and so she ends her self instead. Luckily the story doesn't end all too bad for Ariel; she obtains an immortal soul and goes up to heaven for her love and selflessness. The end.

You're probably wondering why on earth I had to read this out to you. But bare with me, listen to the things that you need to see:

The Little Mermaid sacrifices her self to get to the world of the prince. Her love for him makes her willing to be in pain, bleeding on her feet, stay mute, and lose her home because of him.

The prince is not in love with the little Mermaid despite her sacrifice. He loved the temple girl because he thought she was the person who saved him, and he was pressured into marriage with her by his family too. There's a love triangle.

The little Mermaid feels betrayal at the reveal of who the prince loves. She is forced to wait for death because she cannot speak or go home.

The little Mermaid is told to get revenge by her sisters and get rid of the prince. But she wants to do the right thing.

She dies for love and selflessness.

Are you seeing where I'm going with this? Let's look at Jane and how she fits this storyline.

Sacrificing her self for love;

One of the biggest reveals of the show is that Jane was in love and happy with Pued. They had been a couple that was the talk of the town until one day they weren't. Jane went through a miscarriage that got her to fall into depression. No one knew why or understood why she and Pued ended. We discover that Pued coerced Jane into selling her body to the mayor and others so that he could stay prosecutor and have power.

One, Pued is a warped version of the prince. The prince was indebted to Ariel for his life just as Pued was indebted to Jane for her acceptance to help him stay in power. Pued viewed his wealth and power as his life. Second, Jane let her self get assaulted, drugged and abused to make sure her boyfriend stayed on his throne. This is the same as the little Mermaid who lost everything of her, her tails were transformed forcefully (bleeding each time) to legs, and she had to deal with that on her own, she lost her voice, and she also lost her home. She gave up everything for the prince.

It gets worse, Jane got pregnant and was forced to bleed (see the visual?) through her legs by getting a miscarriage. Pued and her broke up then. We can assume, she wasn't okay with what happened and her depression consumed her, I think there's more to it. Just as Ariel lost her voice and right to speak (her tongue was also taken, I know right? this story is wild ), Jane was forced to keep quiet by the higher-ups and the world of Pued.

Now let's pause, Ariel had to lose her world and her home to go into the prince's. Pued's world was the same as Tan and Por; it was the mafia organisation. This probably was funded and supported by the mayor and the corruption of the justice system. The organisation put each of its members in a high position of power and status as long as they did something for them. Tan is Dam; he's a puppet as I wrote about in my past essay. He didn't mean to go into this life, but his mother wasn't alive, and his father was the one who roped him into taking care of his brother Pued. It's important to see why Tan had to hide and help Pued go into hiding. He didn't know the full details; he was told something different by Pued. I will explain what I think he thought was the reason soon. Like the little Mermaid for love, Jane joins Pued's world of corruption without knowing how deep and dangerous it was. She only notices the errors of her ways when another girl is eliminated due to mishap with the miscarriage, and that's Nat. She couldn't as a teacher stay still anymore. But it's more than that as well. Although she's a martyr, I think she also wanted revenge. Why? Let's go into point two.

2 There's a love triangle

You didn't see this one coming, did you? I mean I'm guessing people are starting to jump on the train with this. The first time we saw Jane, she was with Tan, so we assumed the love triangle was between her, Pued and Tan. This was further hinted at when Tan punches Pued because of how he grabs her and spoke to her (we didn't know). Tan protected Jane like a girlfriend, but he didn't show any signs of remorse when she was removed. He went and covered up the truth instead. Still, moments after her demise, he speaks fondly of her she and him were friends, he did care about her and did miss her despite needing to ensure why she left was hidden.

He's just a puppet under Pued's lies and instructions. The other love triangle was foreshadowing what we thought in episode 1; Tan, Bun and Jane. Bun thought Tan was straight, and in a relationship, we saw him go through remorse and sadness when he discovered the guy he wanted was already taken by his best friend. However, this love triangle isn't the reason why Jane took her life (or why she was removed because of love). There's one more we haven't seen, but it's been there. And it's upsetting and frustrating. In my first episode 1 suspect list, I wrote that Rutingwa was not to be trusted, but I was going to trust her for now because I didn't understand how she could be the one to pull Jane up the rope etc. However, I did notice her overreactions and over emotions when she walked in and saw her sisters demise. She was in the same clothes as the day before at the event. I found it odd.

The second thing I called out and remembered is the terrorising of Bun only started to happen when she ominously asked him to keep updating her on her sisters MOD, Bun had gone to her first to say the MOD wasn't sui*cide, but it was actually mu*rder. Lastly, she again showed even more interest and anger once she discovered how the cops were hiding her sisters MOD (it's a red herring she couldn't care less, I'll explain soon) and she vowed to find out what happened. In the current episodes, she showed up again determined to know what Bun knew about the case, and she claimed she didn't know about her sister's reasons for depression.

She didn't know anything about Pued and her sister's relationship just what others know. So here is where you hear it from me first; Rutingwa is the person who is the suspect. I'll explain how she did it and how she is involved. But she's the temple girl, the person who misleads the prince into thinking she saved him. If the prince is warped in the show as Pued, then the temple girl is also warped. And it's the biggest betrayal. See why I think Jane had more reasons for why she was desperate to reveal the truth. She wanted to do it for justice (selflessness of the Mermaid) but because of revenge. The prince chose a girl from his world, and I think Runtingwa is also part of the corruption ring, and she is aware of it.

3 The mermaid victim

Ariel, once she discovers the prince's betrayal at first isn't angry at him. She's just depressed, she cries and cries and waits for her demise. However, that's important to note because Jane also went through her fair share of depression. The reason why Ariel cried was because of loss of her self, and the sacrifices she made for this man, she felt stupid, heartbroken and defeated. She understood he didn't love her, but it felt like she had wasted everything for him. The reason why Jane went into depression in my theory is that she found out about Runtigwa and Pued.

Her depression stemmed from her miscarriage, but she started to want to say the truth, the reason why she stayed with Tan to be protected because she knew of her sister's betrayal. She may have found out during the period of her depression and Pued may have told her it wasn't the case, but I think what drove her the most to want to reveal the truth at first was revenge. What led to her demise was confronting both Rutingwa and Pued that same night after discovering the truth. However, she kept quiet at first because of Pued telling her not to say anything, and the higher-ups threatening her to be quiet. I believe Pued made Tan keep an eye on her (he didn't know the real reason).

4 Vengeance and Selflessness

But it's more than just the anger at the betrayal that probably made her break up with Pued. It was also the other factors. She knew what was happening to Nat and she couldn't say anything. She knew about the world of corruption and how it was taking her students and others, and she had kept quiet not because of love but because of fear, once Nat was hurt by the botched miscarriage, she couldn't stay silent anymore.

I believe she not only uncovered the betrayal of her sister which led her to more anger and determination, to tell the truth, but her sense of responsibility as a teacher made her feel it was no longer acceptable. This is her little Mermaid's choice to be selfless. Instead of choosing to hurt the .prince at first after her sadness (she didn't choose to say something because of the betrayal at the end, but she had the thought and probably started to gather evidence then), she decided to put her self in danger and unveil the truth about the corruption. (hence risking her life).

The only issue is because of love for Pued she told him what she was going to do. He didn't take it lightly and warned her not to. She realised who he really was and he lost his temper and hurt her. Remember that Ariel wants to get rid of the prince because her sisters give her that idea, just like removing the girls she cared about made Jane more determined, to tell the truth. This is why Tan came and punched him; he didn't like what his brother said or did, even if he has to be a puppet Jane was his friend. This again shows you Tan didn't know what was really going on; he had to follow orders underneath Pued begrudgingly. The reason why he thought he had to cover up Jane's MOD was because he was misled.

I won't be surprised if he knew about Runtingwa and Pued's affair and that's what he thought Jane was going to unveil and why Pued told him to keep an eye on her. He knew Pued was involved in Jane's demise, but he thought because her MOD would reveal the organisation he has to hide and protect his family, he had to keep their jobs intact. He was a puppet under orders which only started to realise the gravity of the situation once he fell for Bun.

5 D*ying for love and selflessness

So Jane, like the little Mermaid, decided to sacrifice her self and reputation. She decided to expose the higher-ups. However, on that night, she didn't expect that Pued would follow through with his warnings and come and try and convince her. Remember how I said I didn't know how Rutingwa would do all this to her sister, or where she got the strength to hang her sister? (Not that women can't be strong) it's because I think she and Pued both got rid of Jane. Now despite Pued being warped and cruel to Jane, I still think parts of him cared for her. The prince cared and felt indebted to the Mermaid; he saw her as a close friend. I don't think Pued meant to end her life. I think he went to warn her and scare her to stop like he made Tan do to Bun.

I think Rutingwa, however, is the one who convinced him to make her demise look self-inflicted (trying to avoid words is so hard but I have to use all these synonyms not to get flagged on Tumblr haha). Rutingwa knew about Jane's MOD; she was involved in it; she also came to warn her sister. She even stuck by Bun's side to ensure evidence was taken care of, to keep him quiet by snitching.

Pued went into hiding to avoid being seen as a suspect he faked his kidnap. Rutingwa could get away with hers by feigning ignorance. Now I really tried so hard to prevent a girl from being a villain in another BL, but I think Rutingwa is a brilliant villain. She has shown that she's heartless and determined to get her way if she is the villain. She's a plot twist because she's been hidden under layers and layers of other red herrings as we uncover the plot, and she and Pued hardly interact. When she feigned her ignorance about her sister's condition, it made sense to us seeing her fight for the police to expose her sisters MOD, but that's because she knew he was one of the corrupted people involved. They had planned to get Bun of their case. To make her self seem innocent. It's fantastic.

The most obvious clue is that she is the closest person to the victim, just like Bun said in episode 1; it's always the ones closest to the victims that are the suspect, he just didn't deep how close it was, he was right it was her boyfriend, but it also was her sister who was putting on a show, in clothes she wore the night before and was acting naive about her sister's depression and spiral to her demise. Rutingwa is someone to keep an eye on. She'll go to lengths to be seen as innocent, and I think she's the main head of this, not Pued. Pued is just as Jane said spineless and weak, he's just spoilt and wanted to stay in power, he didn't care about Jane enough because he was in love with Rutingwa and they both sacrificed her to let him stay in his position and she in hers as his lover. It's messed up, but hey it's a brilliant plot.

To Love or Not to Love: Little Mermaid a foreshadowing device for the couples

So that's the first way the little Mermaid is connected to the foreshadowing of the plot. The second is the base of the romantic couples.

Two worlds apart; the little Mermaid and the prince are prevented from being together because of separate worlds until she joins him sacrificing her self and voice and then life for him to be there.

To k*ill or not to k*ill. After discovering his betrayal, the Mermaid has to choose to save herself, go back to her world, or leave for love. She decides to sacrifice her life for love.

Misunderstandings and Regrets: The prince misunderstood the temple girl as his saviour he couldn't move on from that mindset, and so he didn't let himself love Ariel. Until the end, he never knew Ariel was the one he truly loved.

Two worlds apart: Justice vs Corruption

As you can see, one of the themes of the love stories with everyone who is in a romantic relationship on the show (not the subtext ones) is being two worlds apart. Let me explain.

Jane is torn by her ethics as a teacher vs her love for Pued, and she chooses to sacrifice her self to get to his world and be with him.

Bun is torn by his morals as a pathologist and determination for justice ( due to past experiences with the police) vs his love for Tan who is part of an organisation that does crime and is linked to corruption. He sacrifices his suspicions and fears to get to his world and be with him despite being afraid he could be just like the people he hates.

Sorowit is torn by his innocence and also determination for justice to his friends vs his blooming love for Tat who is connected to violence and the corruption ring that hurts him. He sacrifices his worries and resentments (because Tat even injured him when they first interacted for his friend) to get to his world and be with him.

In all these love stories, the characters end up unveiling a betrayal, which makes them feel used with wasted hearts and love because their love was never real. In my theory, Jane discovers that Pued is not just spineless and heartless, but he also didn't love her, he loved her sister, and before she could do what was right she was eliminated.

Bun has to come to terms that Tan may be the suspect and has lied and used him just to hide the evidence and the truth. Their love was never real, and he wasted his trust and heart on him. Sorowit will also come to the same terms when he discovers that Tat may be working for someone who knew about the corruption that is affecting all his close friends and Jane. (Nam, Nat, Jane). He also would force himself to question if Tat has a heart because of how cruel he can be. Bun is the person to warn him about Tat.

Whilst Pued is warped prince, That and Tan are puppets forced to follow orders of an organisation that they can't escape. Without meaning, they both fall in love with Bun and Sorowit despite the danger and the fact that they're meant to stay emotionless and unfeeling since all they can do is be loyal to the organisation to remain taken care of. Tan has had no choice in the matter, and because Tat works for him, he also didn't have a choice and was probably forced into it at a young age.

2 To maim or not to maim.

The issue is that all couples had entered a dangerous situation, in order for one of them to survive in their world; one must be removed. For Jane, to return back to her world of responsibility and justice, Pued has to be exposed, and his reputation had to be ruined. If she told the truth, the whole town would be ruined. It had to be a decision between her and him and the rest. She chose to go to him selflessly, and he decided that she was the one that had to go.

This is why it's a sad foreshadowing at some point Tan will have to make the same choice. Bun's life or His. And Bun will have to do the same after discovering the truth. They are both in a situation where one of them can't survive if the other does. If Tan survives, the organisation survives, the higher-ups win and the town is not ruined. But Bun is silenced. If Bun survives, Tan will be hurt and taken care of by the higher-ups and framed. Tat and Sorowit are the same. Sorowit's curiosity has got him involved in this too, the more he knows and stays with Tat the more his life is also in danger, the more Tat would also have to follow orders to get rid of him. Sorowit has to decide like Bun if he can sacrifice Tat for the truth to be revealed. In Little Mermaid, you know what path she chooses, she chooses love. Bun and Tan will choose love; what that means? I don't know, Tat and Sorowit are the same.

Misunderstandings and Regrets

That's why we're in a sad predicament. Right now, the misunderstanding and lack of recognising Tat and Tan's innocence is going to drive a wedge in the relationship and case. Bun will believe Tan is the suspect, and Tat was the one who threatened Bun. They're both going to get framed. Just like little Mermaid was framed in the opposite as not the person who saved the prince. There's a lack of clarity happening at this time that could lead to fatal consequences; unfortunately, same as what happened with the prince and the Mermaid. For Pued and Jane, I wonder if Rutingwa framed her, could Rutingwa have been the person to make Pued stop loving her or trusting her? I don't know how, but like I said, she seems to be the strongest and scariest villain/suspect. She does what she wants to get what she wants.

Could Pued have loved and cared about Jane the way the Prince cared about Ariel and the girl who saved him but somehow got lack of clarity on who she was in his life? Did Rutingwa seem more like the better person to help save his life and career? If she's involved in the corruption ring then yes. She probably seemed like a better wife or choice. But again Pued is the warped prince, Tan and Tat aren't. Their love is genuine and authentic. Bun and Sorowit will later come to terms with that, and choose to be the ones that sacrifice everything for them I believe just like the Mermaid did. Luckily the little Mermaid may not be a happy ending for Jane in the way she wanted, but it is a happy ending in the tale. She is rewarded for her love and selflessness. Jane's reward is the truth getting uncovered by Bun. Saving more girls from the situation she was in. I also believe Tan and Bun whoever sacrifices would be rewarded, I believe this will have a happy ending, but that's just me. They'll reunite at the end, finally unveiling the real villains and surviving. That's what I believe.

So Manner of Death is about to become my favourite just from seeing the next episodes unfold. I could be wrong about this, but I don't see how yet, there are so many clues hinting to Runtingwa as the badass villain she is, as much as I hate girl hate, I commend her on her villainy, she's stone-cold, if she is, she doesn't mess around, and I like seeing flawed women sometimes. I just want her to be the head of the whole thing, not just doing this because of love for Pued. But because of power and greed and determination to have a good reputation. I want her to be more cunning and stronger than Pued as a villain, even if he's the person who did it, I want her to be the one who suggested it. I don't know sometimes I like seeing women in this role, she's not an ex-girlfriend of the Bl couple who is determined to ruin them, she's not even the villain because of jealousy Pued wants Jane, she's doing it for power and reputation. Like Yes, you show how evil you are, and you own it. She'll be a great villain if she is as cunning as I think she is. Pued in my mind is a wimp, even if he hurt Jane, I don't think he meant to do it. But we'll see how cruel he can be.

I know the mayor, and police detective could be the ones, but with their reveal now, I don't think Jane was tricked or eliminated by them, they are red herrings to the story. Disgusting corrupted people who have power and control, but it's a puppet who did it because of fear. It's Pued. But maybe I'm wrong, and it is them, it wouldn't make sense with the foreshadowing of d*ying for love. They didn't eliminate Nat; she was eliminated because of the botched miscarriage, that's what I believe anyways. Let me know what you think? Any other suspects I'm missing? You can check out my other analysis of the show in my masterpost. Let’s discuss about the show.

#manner of death #thai bl #bl series #bl drama #maxtul #tan x bun #tanbunn #cwg #fvete #january

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numbaoneflaya · 3 years

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Can I get a list of all ur ocs?

Well anon youve done it, you made me make a list of all my major OCS in one place. I hope your happy with yourself. Under the cut for obvious reasons, may link in my blog desc later.

Modern/BTD verse!!

Jilly- Ferret beastkin little creature, was recently turned into a werewolf by vincent as well so she's running around on full moons in a wereferret wolf hybrid creature form. Chaotic and friendly and wants to be everyone's bestie. She has the most energy in the world and is very kind hearted. Banned from most Claires for stealing and from one Home Depot for climbing the shelves. Prone to living life with rose colored glasses on and seeing the best in everything/everything even when there's nothing there. Socialization is a must for her and is why being basemented/kidnapped broke her psych so quickly and developed severe stockholm. Sometimes overly talkative/enthusiastic and can scare people off. Even if she sees someone shes decided shes friends with be noticeably 'evil', will convince herself it must be for some reason/her fault and ignore it.

Ciggy- Undead punk still learning to harness his powers to interact with the world as a ghost. Was sacrificed by a cult he joined for free concert tickets and to get laid. Likes to cause problems on purpose both pre and prior death and he's not above possessing someone once he learns how to. Was called Rooster in high school before he dropped out because he's loud, obnoxious and always screaming. And also has bright red dyed hair. Looking 4 ways to become less ghosty bcs he wants to be able to help raise his infant daughter, whom he died before he could meet. Bit annoying and in your face, likes poking at bruises, his or others. Kind of a sad heart seeking attention through volume and persistence.

Mike: Vampire loser! Sells drugs and lives at raves. Was turned when she was attacked by a coked out vampire (whom she supplied the product to) and has major scarring on her face and chest. Needs a somewhat constant influx of blood so shell sometimes take victims back to her place and chain them up, slowly draining them over time. Feels bad (ish) about it tho so it is possible to survive her if you are nice and or interesting enough. Kind of desperate for a friend and for love. Is a stalker. If she likes you enough/finds you interesting, she might just appear in your house one night and start rummaging through your fridge like nothing is wrong and youve been besties for years. Its best to indulge her and be friendly, otherwise she could turn violent quickly if her feelings are hurt.

Kilaine- Regular human woman, but fucked up. Born and raised by an elite waspy society she had an interest in the human body and pain tolerance since she was young. Quickly learned that these traits were socially unacceptable in most professions, so she became a doctor. The only family she cared about was her younger sister who she lost in a car accident, where they were flipped over and trapped inside while it was afire. While her sister burned up in front of her Kilaine only lost her left arm and had major burns on her body. This tipped her descent into sadism and she is now madly obsessed with bringing her sister back no matter the cost. Rude and offstandish, clinical.

Dragon age verse!

Thurwen- My main Hero of Ferelden with a bad temper and a heart of gold. City elf from the Denerim Alienage, 18 at the start of origins. She's a reaver warrior with a lot of pent up rage which sometimes scares others when she lets it out in battle. Over the years she's grown less moody as she's had to take the role of Commander. Crude sense of humor and violent impulses, very sensitive to the plights of others and tries often to help. Never seen crying in public but only cries to herself at night- major martyr and hanged man complex.

Caz- My circle mage elf inquisitor who was an apostate before the conclave. Blood magic, but make it sneaky. Wary of strangers and new faces, always dealing with the impulse to flee/find a high vantage point. Endless curiosity about the unknown/ the forbidden/ naughty, was supposed to be made tranquil for it but she escaped. Kind of a little creature as well, lived on her own for a while as an apostate in the woods, filed her teeth down to sharp ends to make herself look more intimidating (shes 5 ft tall) and less cute (her elf ears are huge and expressive, which shes embarrassed about)

Dag and Thagna- Carta twins! Professional lyrium smugglers since birth pretty much. Raised casteless in dust town and had to work their way up the chain of command by themselves. Dag is the brother, Thagna the sister. Their father traded them to the carta for drinking money and their mom died in childbirth so they have somewhat of a codependent relationship. Both charismatic and calculating, friendly and agreeable but won't hesitate to put a dagger in your back. Hard to pin down morally or physically, squirrelly bastards.

Reila: Dalish elf who works for the inquisition/ is the inquisitor in some aus. She has an extreme fixation on elvhen history and rebuilding what they have lost. Not a people person, prefers solitude. Takes some time to warm up to shemhlen as she has a hard history with them. Good friends with Caz, who recruited her in the first place. Doesn't understand very many social cues and finds societal expectations limiting and frustrating. Fondness for halla and hooved animals, which she finds graceful.

Elder scrolls verse!

Valkya: Near seven foot nord woman whos over a thousand years old by the events of skyrim. Tall and buff, two handed warrior and compulsive hero there to bask in the spotlight save the day. She was killed at the start of the events of Elder scrolls online and had her soul ripped out and sent to coldharbor and she's just been a pain in the ass about it since then. Her body can physically die and will not regrow pieces. Her soul however will escape and teleport to the nearest source of power where her body will regrow from an aetherial plasm until its whole again. Loud and brash, friendly and jovial. Actually pretty keen especially after centuries of life but prefers to play dumb as it makes people underestimate her. Plus, she really does enjoy mud wrestling and drinking contests and acting generally like a rambunctious frat boy. Ha developed a bit of a substance problem and a problem with acting out, as after being alive so long she would turn to anything to dull the ache inside of her that never goes away.

Espira- My Dragonborn! Redguard from Hammerfell who was briefly in the Ash’abah due to killing undead while protecting her parents water farm as a child. Ran away from them after years and went to Cyrodille, then to Skyrim and was caught crossing the border. Reserved, kind and soft spoken, she's a sword and shield warrior who's committed herself to doing good in the world by helping others. Dislikes killing and anything messy but believes it is often necessary in order to protect the weak. She blacksmiths often to save money on the upkeep of her own equipment, and takes up metal jewelry working as a hobby with the excess material. Prone to trusting others too much and giving too many second chances, as shes always looking for ways to make even the most hardened criminal a second look at life.

Riley- Espiras little brother who she locked in the wardrobe during the event of the water farm attack. In preventing him from doing violence against the undead she kept him from being conscripted into the Ash’abah. He's way more chaotic than his sister, and suffers from a case of little sibling syndrome in which he will often pester/poke at people just to get a rise out of them. Still kind hearted as his sister, he tries to hide it because he believes that the world is a cruel place and the cruel survive. Despite that belief he is often still unable to force himself to be cruel/careless, only making a show of it so that others leave him alone and don't see that he's very sensitive and emotional. Deaf in one ear due to a magic mishap in his youth, he trained and enchanted his most beloved rats to live for years and sit on his shoulder, alerting him to noises he would not otherwise notice.

Felria: Evil vamp :/ chaotic evil dunmer necromancer. Small and devilish and likes dead bodies too much. Manipulative and cunning, she loves acting. She's a trained assassin for the dark brotherhood and is the speaker. Likes dressing up for missions and wearing disguises like its all a play. Loves toying with people more than she loves killing them, will act in ways that cause as much trauma as possible for other people just for fun and she finds the reactions interesting. Considers herself too far removed from most people's perception of morality and of her so it's hard for her to trust someone or see them as worthy of knowing her. Finds the psychology of grief and fear to be interesting and wants to study them first hand. The hero of kvatch.

Herren: Fifty something year old rat woman looking for something to keep her going. Ran away from her wealthy family in her youth when they wanted her to take charge of the household, instead became an infamous jewel thief and swashbuckler. Spent most of her life traveling and stealing and double dealing. She's smarmy and sarcastic, a serial romancer of the highest caliber. Bit of a show off and a hedonist, always looking for the next good party or new product to snort. Her family died off due to the hard times she wasn't there for and she keeps looking for bigger and bigger heists to fill her appetite as she's chronically bored and lonely, though wont accept intimacy and will scoff at it out of the belief she doesn't deserve it. Irresponsible and selfish, lonely and terrified of any sort of commitment. Fun to party with though!

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theleakypen · 4 years

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For the H/C prompt: Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian, any order, Gotta Stay Quiet To Avoid Discovery (add in Loopy/Forgetful/Over-Affectionate On Pain Meds if you want)

(Thank you so much for this prompt, friend! This did not go at all where I was expecting, but I hope it fulfills your wishes anyway!)

“Ah!” Wei Wuxian yelps as Jiang Cheng starts applying ointment to his burns. “It hurts, Jiang Cheng, it really hurts.”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Jiang Cheng hisses, not ceasing his activity. “Maybe next time you won’t jump in front of a fire-breathing yao, you absolute cretin.”

Wei Wuxian hisses in a sharp breath as Jiang Cheng’s fingers hit a particularly tender spot. Jiang Cheng continues his tirade. “‘Oh, don’t worry, Sizhui, it didn’t even touch me. How about you, a-Ling?’” he mimics mercilessly. He gestures broadly at Wei Wuxian’s shoulder and chest, now covered in burns. Wei Wuxian spares a moment to be impressed at how well Jiang Cheng gives off the impression of shouting even when he’s speaking barely above a whisper. “Didn’t even touch you? What do you call this?”

“It’s nothing to write home about,” Wei Wuxian protests, wincing between words. They’re both keeping their voices low, mindful of the teenagers sleeping in the adjacent tent. “A-Yuan has this terrible habit of telling Hanguang-jun when I’ve been injured. Really, I didn’t raise him to be such a snitch; that was all Lan Zhan.”

“Maybe because he has absolutely no reason to trust you not to lie about your health?” Jiang Cheng demands. He finishes applying the ointment and takes out a roll of bandages. “I don’t know why I’m even helping you keep this a secret.”

“Because you, like me, want to avoid the wrath of Hanguang-ju—ah!” Wei Wuxian begins cheerfully only to be cut off with a yelp as Jiang Cheng tightens the bandage around his shoulder.

“I’m not fucking scared of Lan Wangji,” he growls. “And keep your voice down—a-Ling is sleeping.”

“Who said anything about being scared?” Wei Wuxian replies in a murmur. “It’s just such a hassle when Lan Zhan gets protective—you don’t want to deal with it any more than I do.”

“Damn right I don’t,” Jiang Cheng grumbles. “I can protect you just fine without his interference. Here, done.” He ties off the bandages and sits back on his heels to look over his handiwork.

“You can protect—” Wei Wuxian sputters with indignation. “I don’t need your protection. What the hell, Jiang Cheng?”

Jiang Cheng doesn’t dignify that with a response, just raises his eyebrows meaningfully at the fresh bandages.

“Ah, that doesn’t count, Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian replies in the wheedling tone of voice Jiang Cheng remembers from their youth. “Besides, better me than a-Ling, no?” Jiang Cheng punches him in the uninjured right shoulder. “Ouch!”

“That! That right there is why you can’t be trusted!” Jiang Cheng whisper-shouts, his entire face contorted with rage. “Wei Wuxian, don’t you— don’t you dare say things like that.”

Wei Wuxian’s face goes blank with surprise. His mouth moves, but he doesn’t reply. Jiang Cheng is too angry to find satisfaction in rendering Wei Wuxian speechless for once. He wants to grab Wei Wuxian by the shoulders and shake him, but that would mean undoing the good work Jiang Cheng just did bandaging him up.

Instead, he sits forward on his knees to get right up in Wei Wuxian's personal space again. "You need to get it through your thick skull that you're not"—he grinds out the words through a throat suddenly gone thick with emotion, less than a handspan away from Wei Wuxian's nose—"fucking replaceable."

Wei Wuxian knows his eyes must be huge in his face; he has stopped breathing in the face of Jiang Cheng's fury. This is… this is not his usual anger, which Wei Wuxian would know how to deal with. This is different and new. "Jiang Cheng, I—" he has no idea how to continue, which is fine, because Jiang Cheng rolls right over anything he might have been about to say.

"No, you listen to me, Wei Wuxian," he snarls. "All our lives, you've been trying to be a martyr. Well, I won't have it! You have this precious second chance at a life and if you're going to fucking throw it away again for anybody else, I'll kill you myself."

"Jiujiu?"

For a moment, they sit there in tableau: Jiang Cheng breathing heavily from his outburst, Wei Wuxian frozen before him.

Then Jiang Cheng turns around and sticks his head out of the tent. "What's going on, a-Ling? Why aren't you asleep?"

"I thought you were keeping watch," Jin Ling says, instead of answering. His hair is down, but otherwise he's fully dressed, Suihua held loosely in his hand.

"I was. I am." Jiang Cheng sticks his head back in the tent to cast another furious glance at the still silent Wei Wuxian, then steps awkwardly out of the tent. "Just needed to have a word with your shishu. We didn't wake you up, did we?"

"No, I—" Jin Ling looks away. "I couldn't sleep," he mutters.

"Sit with me, then," Jiang Cheng says. He takes a stick and pokes at the fire, building it up again. Jin Ling sighs gratefully and sits down next to him.

Wei Wuxian stares at the flap covering the tent opening for a long time after Jiang Cheng has left. He can hear Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng talking quietly outside. Jiang Cheng's words echo in his head, you're not fucking replaceable, bouncing around and not making any sense.

"Come on a night hunt with us," Jin Ling had said. "It'll be fun," he had said. "You and jiujiu need to talk," he had said. Well, they'd talked, all right, or Jiang Cheng had, at any rate.

Wei Wuxian carefully makes his way onto his pallet, moving gingerly so as not to aggravate his burns or dislodge his bandages. He breathes deeply and slowly and eventually falls asleep.

The next day, Jiang Cheng helps him dress, holding the sleeve of every successive layer of robes for Wei Wuxian to slide his injured arm into. "I'm sorry," Wei Wuxian says softly, looking at the cow print fabric of his outer robe instead of at Jiang Cheng's face. "What you said last night… you're right. I was reckless."

Jiang Cheng steps back to let Wei Wuxian finish dressing himself. "Your life doesn't matter any less than anyone else's," he says, equally quiet. He turns away to start rolling up bedding, hiding his face in the task. "You know that, right?"

Wei Wuxian can't help the sudden sob, though he tries to gulp it down. Jiang Cheng turns back around at the sound, face going pained and open at Wei Wuxian's tears. The next thing Wei Wuxian knows, he's enfolded in his brother's arms. The embrace is loose, Jiang Cheng minding his injured side, but Wei Wuxian feels Jiang Cheng's chin come to rest on his uninjured shoulder, and the warmth of Jiang Cheng's hands on his back. Wei Wuxian tips his head forward to rest on Jiang Cheng's shoulder and lets himself take advantage of this unexpected grace, lets himself weep, hiccuping like a child.

"I'm only going to say this once," Jiang Cheng says gruffly; his voice sounds especially loud in Wei Wuxian’s right ear. "So don't forget it. You matter to me, Wei Wuxian. Stay alive."

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Why, to me, Adora didn't solve her trauma. Or at least, it was supposed to be only about that. Spoiler: anti Catradora and anti Glimbow. Please, this are just my opinions. Don't wish my death. These ships are canon anyways so yhhhh you won, ok? Everything is fine 🌈

Yh, I'm doing this very depressing, very akward and inappropriate post at last. With of course, a lot of self-centered story nobody wants to hear because I need examples to explain emotions. Hi.

So. I don't hate Catra. I vibe with her a lot. But I can't stand when people erase Adora's trauma saying Catra's was worse. Everyone has the right to experience their own sorrow. Pain is a subjective feeling.

I was always the Catra while my sister was the Adora. I was the nd who needed to go to the psychotherapist causing my family to spend money, not to mention other healt problems. My sister doesn't even wear glasses. I took three attempts to get a stupid car license and still have panic attacks when I need to drive. My sister is a talented pilot. I was more good at school than her, but she was always better at living. And you can't change that with anything.

Still, I never hated her. Nor was I jelous. I awlays loved her and will always do. We are very different but we balance eachother. You may think that she got it easy. She didn't.

My parents are amazing. And I love them, they never raised a hand on me. But it was hard. It's hard to love a kid everyone depicts as "creepy", "not normal". But they did.

I watched the episode with Catra and Adora's childhood flashback with my sister. We had goosebumps. Before that I believed I was the only one suffering, while in reality I wasn't. It's not easy being the "golden child", "the normal one" either. My sister was so used to being referred as "the non weird one" that she developed a very closed personalty. She is a ray of sunshine, always smiling, but she won't tell anyone if she is feeling bad. She has to be perfect. She has to be all right all the time. I tell her to open up, at least with me, but it's not easy.

Trauma can have many faces. And honestely I blame myself I lot for having caused this to her. If only my parents weren't so focused on me and my so many problems that started since the day I was born (so far I risked to die at least 4 times) they wouldn't have had so much stress. They would have focused more on my sister. We talked about this and she says it's not my fault and honestely after so many years I want to believe her.

Adora has a post traumatic response. She has a martyr syndrome so strong she even feels that sacrifing herself is the normal course of actions. "You deserve love too" means that you also deserve to be heard. Your feelings matter.

Now. *Sighs*. I don't hate Catra, but I don't like Catradora at all.

Another sad story.

I never liked in my life the troupe of the "best friends" who grow up togheter and are supposed to be soulmates. I don't believe in destiny. There's no superior order in life.

I know there are many cute and real stories of couples who start and end togheter. Honestely some years ago I would have felt envious of them, now I fell like the freest of birds.

I had a childhood friend. He was born exately 20 days before me and, since our mothers were best friends, those were the only days in our first 10 years of life we were apart. We grow up togheter like brothers. Of course (of course, because eh you know, hormons, not destiny or whatever) we ended up having a relationship when little.

I didn't have so many friends and he made sure of that. He isolated me from everyone. He was possessive and mean. He was aggressive and now that he is old he is even a racist, sovranist, fascist, sexist and lots of other amazing qualities.

He was my first good diagnosis. Cushing syndrome. So yh, even if I'm super short he is shorter than me due to the therapy he has to endure. (By the gods, I generally don't mind physical appereance, I've even recentely found out I'm panromantic so yh, I don't care about gender either... but dam, can I have a partner taller than me? It's not even difficult.) Honestely, sickness apart...he is not so very good looking. Neither was I when little, I was very chubby. With the difference that I still saw beauty in him, but he never did. He mocked me with his friends. He said things like "If I don't love you who ever would? I've known you for so long, that's the reason why I tolerate you". I always stood by his side when people bullied him for his frail body structure or because he couldn't swim (which in Sicily it's almost a disability). He never did the same for me.

We broke up badly. I wasn't the one who left him but anyways. We don't even say hello to eachother.

I know by some relatives of his (who adored me) that is he depressed and lonely now.

It's... hard. Not to care for him. I know I shouldn't, I don't even want to. But the sentiment is there. I was never enough for him while he was everything for me. I don't love him, I would say I even hate him (and to make me hate someone you really must work very hard). But...hate is an emotion too right?...the point is that he will forever be a part of me. Even if I wish we never met in the first place.

Anyways.

I don't have positive opinions on Glimbow either. I love Glimmer but dam she is possessive. I like Bow but he should have been more true with his feelings and not end up with her only to please her. Choose Sea Hawk or Perfuma.

In a childhood relationship platonic love, habit, hormons, friendship meld togheter in a ...peculiar way. But let's be honest, we change with aging. We are not mature, we are not sensitive enough. Polite enough when little. We are not aware enough.

I'm monogamus yes, but at least sexually speaking. In reality you should have experiences. Know other people to know yourself better.

It, again, may be my bad and traumatic relationship speaking. But said relationship never gave me positive personal growth. It was rather toxic.

Adora, dear. Humanity is not lost. But you can't save everyone. Not by risking your own happiness. Caring for somebody deeply and having sexual attraction for them...isn't enough. And you too Catra. Let it go, there are people out there (cough cough Scorpia) who can and will give you the world if only you let them. Give others a chance. Maybe you are not in love with a person, but with the memory and the idea you had of them. People change, it's not theirs or your fault.

People leave and you don't own them.

Lastly yes, I will put the Entrapdak tag. Really not for visibility, I have more feet than followers (no, I'm not an octopus monster) and honestely I don't give a fuck. (Yhh mean Floxy). I'm just here to say emberassing things and be a stupid fucking nerd.

*inhales*.

Entrapdak=the love of my life. The relationship between two adults. Two people who didn't know eachother and passed puberty (...Hordak baby, you there?) a LONG time ago.

Two people who reason with their minds and not entirely with their hormons. I'm clapping while typing.

No drama, no doubts. I could talk for hours but honestely this no sense is already a pain in the gut of everyone who reads so far.

#anti Catradora #anti Glimbow #Entrapdak #my love #Adora #baby #be more gentle with yourself

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