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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 11 months

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Obsession

Tom Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Mild language, Graphic, Smut, Toxic, Possessive, Protective, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive, Anger…

Prompt: Y/N Black is a mystery to many. She isn’t interested in making friends, only her studies. However, unbeknownst to many, one boy has piqued her interest——Tom Riddle. Little did she know, he had an obsession with her.

Sidenote: I did use some spells from the vampire diaries just for the heck of it. I may do a part two, but I’m not sure if it really needs it. I’ll leave it up to you guys!

Everyone seemed more chattier than usual. Maybe it was the upcoming Yule Ball or maybe it was because holidays were approaching. However, you hated the buzzing chatter, the obnoxious shouting, and all of the crowded halls. You had tried to go to the library as an escape from this madness, but everyone had infiltrated the library even.

You were the Scrooge that everybody was painfully aware of as you stormed through the halls with your books clutched to your chest. If you were a Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor, they would have laughed at the irked expression on your face. However, knowing you were a Slytherin strikes fear in many.

Not to mention you were a mystery to many. You were oh so quiet, along with a freakishly amount of smart, and an unearthly amount of beautiful. You chose to stick to yourself, choosing to not make any friends. You instead chose to have acquaintances in case a group project popped up, however you normally managed to worm your way out of that so you could work alone.

That was how you preferred doing things, alone. Other students have given up on trying to befriend you, seeing it as pointless. Guys would still try and ask you out, but their advances failed. They hadn’t noticed that your interest was piqued by a boy already. However, it seemed that he was just like you.

Tom Riddle was a handsome young man with jet black curly-ish hair and dark brown eyes that looked almost black from afar. He was fairly tall and had a lean look. His face was always blank…passive as he studied or walked through the halls or even when he was with his group of “friends”. They were his followers in his mind, not his friends. To anyone else, they saw them as a happy friend group.

You had noticed the things that anyone would pick up about Tom from afar, like his intelligence. Tom excelled in all of his classes, in fact he was tied at the top of the year with you. He too was introverted, preferring to be alone and in silence. For someone as passive as Tom, you noticed things he did. When he was judging something, he’d lean back in his chair, occasionally quirking an eyebrow as if he was impressed or annoyed.

When he was in a rather intuitive or creative mood, his eyes seemed to be a lighter shade of brown and he would get carried away in his journal. When he was thinking, he would zone out on his journal or something in the room.

You noticed that he’d clench his jaw until a muscle there ticked when he got angered. When he was annoyed, he had a tendency to sigh.

“Y/N!” Narcissa calls.

She stood among Tom Riddle and all of his “friends”. Tom’s eyes find you who was clearly irritated. You had made your way through the crowd and head towards her.

“Yes?” You ask.

“Hey, that is no way to talk to your favorite cousin.” Narcissa scolds.

“Who said you were my favorite?” You ask.

“It’s because it is me.” Bellatrix grins.

“Not you either.” You mutter.

“Moving on, have you seen Sirius or Regulus?” She asks.

“I’m not their keeper, Narcissa.” You mutter.

“They said they were meeting up with you.” She says, sighing in frustration.

“Well they didn’t. I need to get to class.” You mutter.

Before you could go, Bellatrix grabs your upper arm in a tight grip. You turn back to her with a clenched jaw as Narcissa steps back, muttering an “Uh-Oh”.

“Leaving so soon, cousin?” She mocks.

“Bellatrix, I’m warning you now to let go or you will regret it.” You warn calmly.

“What will you do? You're all goody two shoes, yet your in Slytherin. I think that dumb hat sorted you into the wrong house.” She says.

You pull your wand free, pointing it at her as you mutter “Stupefy”. You roll your eyes as she flies backwards through the crowd.

“If I wouldn’t get expelled, I would definitely crucio you or use the killing curse on you for your information. However, nothing is stopping me once we graduate.” You say, before turning and leaving the group stunned.

Tom smiles slightly as he watches you walk away, finding himself even more intrigued with you than he originally was. Call it an interest or maybe an obsession at this point. He liked to watch you when he could. He noticed things about you that he was sure no one else noticed.

He knew you were a quiet and mysterious girl, but underneath that “innocent” mask you wore, he knew there was a strong woman with a dangerous mind. You were far from innocent and today proved that more so to him. To anyone else, you were that innocent girl. However, when you let your guard down if you were stressed or angry or irritated, he could see the danger swirling in your (eye color) eyes.

He lets his smile fall, regaining his composure before turning back to his group. Bellatrix was back on her feet, a scowl on her face as Narcissa helped hold her up. He watches as Sirius and Regulus join them.

“What is wrong with you?” Sirius asks.

“Your bloody sister is what is wrong! She used stupefy on me!” She snaps.

“How pissed off did you make her?” Regulus chuckles, shaking his head.

“You both told me you were meeting with her about becoming a follower. Yet, she hasn’t seen either of you all day. So, where were you both off to?” Narcissa snaps.

“Have you seen how mad she can get? We learned not to mess around when she gets mad, Issa. When she is mad, she will take down anyone in her path. We’ve learned how to avoid making her mad. So, you go have that conversation with her because I rather not get crucio’d again.” Sirius says.

“Wow.” Avery mutters.

“She may be quiet and keeps to herself, but Y/N is a ticking time-bomb when you make her mad. She is intelligent, and maybe too intelligent for her own good. She also liked being stronger than others in magic, so that is why she studies so hard. However, because she is so antisocial and introverted, even as a child before Hogwarts, she took her studies serious, so she doesn’t understand fun. She is boring.” Sirius says.

“I bet she hasn’t ever shagged anyone, or snogged! A sixth year and a virgin! That is embarrassing.” Bellatrix cackles.

That further piqued Tom’s interest about you.. He found himself having more thoughts about you, both innocent and sinful thoughts. However, his sinful thoughts changed to the exception of you being a virgin. That made him feel a possessiveness over you he wasn’t quite sure how to feel about. However, he knew that the idea of you being with anyone else was sickening to him. You were his, you just didn’t know it yet.

Your studies past fairly quickly and you were heading towards the Great Hall. You sit at your normal spot, Regulus sitting next to you. Tom sat a table down with his “friends”, however his focus was on you. Regulus gently closed your books, pushing them away.

“Eat, then study.” He stresses softly.

As irritated as you were about him taking away your books, you listened. Tom quirked a brow, finding himself wondering if it was often you got so distracted by your studies that you didn’t take care of yourself the best. His eyes roam over you slowly, noticing the dark circles under your eyes along with the thinning face of yours. So, it was often, he thought.

“Y/N! My favorite sister! How has your day been?” Sirius asks as plops down across from you.

“What do you want?” You ask, sighing as you pushed your food around on your plate.

“Nothing to do with studies I hope, she is taking a break to eat.” Regulus stresses.

You close your eyes as the two start to argue, resting your chin on your hand. You open your eyes when Regulus stands, his voice getting louder.

“Enough!” You snap, the two instantly quieting.

It had gotten the attention of those around your table. You take in a slow breath before letting it out, regaining your composure before looking between your brothers with a blank look.

“You two bicker like a bunch of children. This is our brief moment to be able to hang out, however you both don’t know how to push aside your differences because you both are too hot-headed and irrational.” You rant.

You snatch up your books that Regulus had pushed away from you earlier and stood from the table as you left the Great Hall.

Tom watched you leave before looking between your brothers, before his eyes fell on your plate of untouched food. He puts some food in his bag, going unnoticed and decides to leave himself. He made his way to the library, heading to the forbidden section where he assumed you’d be. He feels a brief moment of pride flare in his chest, right about where you had gone. He clears his throat and you look up from your notes.

“Here. I noticed you didn’t eat.” He says.

His voice surprised you. It was deep, soft and mysterious. He pulled out some food he took from the Great Hall and handed it to you.

“Thank you.” You murmur.

He nods, going to leave and you begin working on your studies again. You sigh as a loud group comes into the library.

“Would you allow me to show you a place I like to go?” He asks, looking back down at you.

“I don’t see why not.” You admit, gathering your stuff before standing.

You follow behind Tom, not quite sure where he was taking you. You knew of his quest to become the Dark Lord. Some of his followers had big mouths, so you heard more than everyone thought you knew. They assumed you were clueless about his current quest and they all were tip-toeing around who would be the one to break the news to you. However, you knew. You knew more than them in fact.

He looks around, making sure there was no other students or professors in the hall before a door appears in the wall. Your lips part from surprise as he ushers you in, following behind you. You looked around the empty room in awe.

“The Room of Requirements…I’ve heard of it and I’ve looked everywhere for it.” You mumble.

“Yes, I searched for this room for awhile myself. I later learned that the room only will appear in great need.” Tom explains, seeming rather smug about finding it.

“The room seems to know you quite well…and you seem to know the room quite well too. Otherwise, the door wouldn’t have appeared because I’m sure my studies are not in great need.” You say, turning back to him.

You feel a heat spread across your body as you catch his eyes on you. The dark eyes slowly trail over you, mapping out your body. His eyes stop on your blouse where you had a few buttons undone since you were alone and had started to get a little hot in the confined aisles of the forbidden section in the library.

He steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you. You look up, not realizing that he was this tall. He puts a hand out and gently grasps your hip before trailing it up your side. He tugs on the middle of your blouse, revealing more of your cleavage, before he starts undoing the remaining buttons.

“That and maybe because I am in great need of you.” He murmurs, leaning down to trail his lips along your neck.

You shiver, feeling a trail of goosebumps being left behind from the ghost touch. His hands find your shoulders where he pushes the robes off before pushing your blouse off along with it. He leaves a soft kiss on your racing pulse, before he pulls back to look down at you.

You were left in a dark green lace bra, and he tsked quietly, approving the way they made your breasts look. The bra seemed to work as a push-up bra, but really Narcissa had gotten you the wrong size this year.

His eyes trail over your stomach, noting the soft curves he would be sure to feel later. His eyes focus on the short school-girl skirt, also Narcissa’s doing. You didn’t fret much about it as you knew you’d wear your robe more often than not. You were wearing knee high stockings with a pair of mary-janes.

“The school girl skirt, hmph, your just asking to be fucked, aren’t you?” He asks, a smirk slowly spreading across his face.

“Tom.” You say breathlessly.

“Leave the skirt on, but take your panties off.” He orders.

He begins unbuttoning his own shirt, watching you. You were frozen in place before you start to work the panties down. He held a hand out, looking at you expectantly. Your shaky hand places the matching dark green lace panties into his hand.

He balls it up and sticks it in his blazer pocket. You watch as his long, slender fingers work his belt off. Your eyes focused on his veiny hands.

“Hands and knees.” He says.

You slowly drop to your knees, turning over, no longer able to watch his next move. You get on your hands, moving so you are on your elbows. You arch your back down, sticking your ass out more.

Tom licks his lips slowly, swallowing hard as he watches you get into the position. He inhales deeply, watching as you arch your back. He puts a clenched fist to his mouth, lightly biting himself, not quite sure if this was really happening. The skirt hid nothing. He could see the big globes that he found himself really attracted to. He never would have taken himself as an ass man.

His eyes trail further down to see your glistening entrance. He pushes his pants off before he gets on the ground behind you. He brushes your hair over your shoulder, before he finds himself tracing down your spine lightly. You shiver unintentionally, however he enjoyed the effect he on you.

“How bad do you want me?” He murmurs into your ear.

“Please, Tom.” You whisper as you push your hips back.

“Pathetic. Do you want my cock or not?” He asks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and roughly jerking your head back.

A breathless moan fills the thick air in the room as a heat spreads across your scalp. He clenches his jaw, feeling himself twitch from the sound he heard. It was the beginning of a beautiful symphony, one he didn’t realize how much he’d become crazed for.

“Tom! Please! I need you!” You cry, feeling frustrated that he wasn’t touching you where you wanted to be touched.

He smirks, gently grabbing your hips. He uses his other hand to guide himself into your dripping entrance. He groans, your walls immediately grasping onto him, suffocating him. You moan lowly, your hands grasping at the stone floor as your eyes flutter shut.

“Fuck.” He curses, working himself in and out of you slowly.

“Tom, please.” You plead, pushing your hips back.

“Is my cock the first one you’ve ever had?” He asks, his eyes burning in the back of your head as he awaited your response.

“Yes! Please, Tom!” You cry.

He couldn’t help the grin across his face. He heard it, but he wasn’t sure if maybe you just kept them out of the loop. But, knowing he was the one to take your virginity was exhilirating to him.

“I better be the only cock you have here. You are mine.” He warns.

“Yes! I-I’m yours, Tom!” You moan as he starts to move at a faster pace.

“I’ll kill any boy who dares to be with you, because you are mine! I’ll punish you if I see you talking to some boy.” He growls, his hips now savagely moving.

You cry for more, your soft and loud moans were music to his ears. He breathed heavily along with you as held onto your hips tightly. Skin smacking echoed in the room and you heard his soft groan which sent you coming. He groans louder as you clench around him, coming around him.

You stood on shaky legs, buttoning up your blouse and grimacing as you feel your shared climaxes slowly leaking out of you. He grasps your chin, looking at you with a stern look.

“Keep it in. I want you to know who fucked you.” He says.

“Tom, I need my panties.” You say as your cheeks flush.

“Find another way to keep it in.” He says, before focusing back on straightening himself out.

You pull your blazer on along with your robes before grabbing your books and hurrying out. You reach the Slytherin common room, Narcissa and Bellatrix looking up from their game of cards. Sirius and Regulus’s backs were to you.

“Oh my god, you got shagged!” Narcissa exclaims with a grin.

“Who was it?” Bellatrix asks.

“Yeah, I’d like to know.” Sirius seethes, taking in your disheveled hair and the hickeys on your neck.

Narcissa looks at your knees to see that they were scraped up, but you choose to ignore your brothers and cousins as you make your way past them. Regulus laughs, yelling “Atta girl!”

A small smile graces your lips at your little brothers comment. He too was protective of you, but he knew you inside and out. He and you were far closer than you were with Sirius. You get to your dorm and think of showering, but then your mind wanders to Tom. Keep it in…

You pull on a pair of fresh panties as you change into your nightware. You found yourself tossing and turning for a long while before you fell asleep. By the time it was time to wake up, you were exhausted. You could sleep in, but that ruins your morning routine.

You go to the shower, grimacing at the burn in your stomach. It was now that you realized you didn’t eat once yesterday. You finished up in the bathroom before pulling on a black lingerie set. You gasp as your door opens and Tom walks in.

“I knew you’d be awake.” He says, his eyes slowly roaming over you and some of the bruises he had made from where he held you still.

“Tom, what are you doing here?” You ask, grabbing a random robe and pulling it on.

“I’ve seen it all, darling. I wanted to tell you no more skirts.” He says and you look at him confused.

“I…Is it because how short they are?” You ask.

“That and the school girl skirt should be meant for my eyes when we are alone. Do you understand?” He asks.

“I…yes, Tom.” You say quietly.

He grins, looking at your neck where you had several hickeys before he leaves. You frown and look at the outfit you had prepared for this morning. It consisted of a school girl skirt.You sigh, grabbing a dark green skater skirt that ended a little about mid-thigh. There wasn’t much you could do about the length of your skirts until you went shopping again.

You grab your button up blouse and your Slytherin tie. You grab the blazer and sigh when you see dust on it. You hang it back up, deciding you will have to clean it later because you don’t have time now.

You pull on your knee socks and mary-janes when there was a knock at your dorm door. You open it and see it was Narcissa.

“I came bearing gifts.” She says.

You open the door and she guides you to the small vanity as she begins to help you cover the hickeys on your neck and jawline.

“So, who was it?” She asks.

“I’m not sure if I’m ready to say who it was yet.” You murmur.

“Did he force you? I’ll make him suffer the worst ways imaginable.” She says seriously.

“No, no, he didn’t force me. I’m just not sure what is happening yet. I don’t know if it merely was just another shag to him or if it’ll turn into something. However, he’s being a little controlling of what I wear, mainly my skirts.” You explain.

“I feel like I already know who this is.” She says, sighing.

“Who?” You ask.

“Tom Riddle?” She asks.

“Oh…how did you know?” You ask.

“Tom is…many things. I don’t know if he is capable of love and a relationship. He is a very possessive man. And I mean to the extent that it isn't healthy. He is ill-tempered and easily jealous. Not to mention he can be obsessive too. I personally think you should put some distance between the two of you and let things die down. I don’t know what his intentions are, but I’m sure they aren’t good.” She explains.

“Alright.” You say quietly.

You were quite sure how to feel. But, you knew Narcissa meant well and you also knew that she knew Tom better than you. You trusted her advice almost as you trusted Regulus’s.

“All done.” She says.

“Thank you, Issa.” You murmur and she nods.

She leaves you to your thoughts and you realize you need to head down to the Great Hall for breakfast. You gather your books and make your way out of your dorm in a daze. You head to the Great Hall and see everyone was already there. You ignore the burning stare that you knew belonged to Tom Riddle.

“Hey, you okay? You seem out of it? And your running late.” Regulus says.

“Oh, I’m fine. I think I’m just in need of food. I realized I didn’t eat once yesterday.” You explain.

“Y/N/N, you’ve got to take better care of yourself. I will start treating you like I did the first year.” He warns.

“I know, I know, and I promise I’ll do better.” You sigh.

“Why is Riddle staring at you? He seems pissed.” He whispers.

“Oh, who knows.” You sigh, briefly glancing at Tom.

Tom was staring at your neck where your hickeys would be, but thanks to Narcissa, they were no longer there. You managed to eat some of your food before it began to make you feel sick. You felt suffocated with Tom glaring daggers into you and Sirius was no better.

“Stop it.” Regulus warns Sirius.

“I want to know who it was.” He snaps, looking back at you.

You clench your jaw, narrowing your eyes at him as you take a slow breath in and let it out. You pull your wand out and keep your hand rested on the table, so you don’t draw anymore attention to you.

“Keep glaring, brother and watch how fast you end up in the hospital wing.” You warn lowly.

“Guys.” Narcissa warns.

“Who is he?” He growls lowly, leaning closer to you.

“Oh shit. Take cover!” Regulus says, going under the table.

You reach forward, grabbing Sirius’s tie and pull him closer as your face heats from anger.

“Astronomy tower, now.” You grit out.

He stands and storms out and you stand as Regulus pokes his head out.

“Don’t kill him please.” He pleads.

You storm out of the Great Hall, wand in hand as you make your way towards the Astronomy tower to see him already there and waiting.

“Who is it!?” He snaps as you both circle each other.

“Sirius, it’s none of your business. Stop trying to act like the older and protective brother. Stop acting like you care!” You snap.

“I do care! You're my sister.” He snaps.

“Guys. Let’s try to keep calm.” Narcissa says as she walks in with her group.

“Yeah, let’s just hug it out and make up.” Regulus says.

“I want to know who has my sister acting like a tramp.” He snaps.

“Oh no….oh no! Oh no! Back up, back up, back up!” Regulus says as he pushes everyone back.

“Bombarda!” You fast and Sirius curses as he tries to dodge the mini explosion you casted his way.

“Confundo!” He shouts, but you dodge it.

“Everte Statum.” You cast, watching as he flies back against the wall, his wand falling in the process.

You walk forward, grabbing his wand before looking down at him.

“Impulsa Animositas!” You snap, gaining confused looks from around the room.

“I…Y/N, have you been creating spells again?” Regulus asks cautiously.

“Again?” Narcissa asks alarmed.

“What did you do to me?” Sirius snaps.

“Say something mean. To any of us.” You say, smirking.

“What the hell did you do to me you crazy bi—ow!” He exclaims after feeling a jolt of electricity go through you.

“Just as I assumed. This spell will zap you everytime you try and say something mean.” You say.

“That’s child’s play you idiot!” He snaps before groaning.

“Hm. This isn’t. Lihednat Dolchitni.” You cast.

His hands find his throat as he try’s to breath. You clench your fist tighter, watching how he struggles more before you wave your hand and it stops. He leans forward, breathing heavily.

“Tread carefully, brother. I have far more up my sleeve than you wish to believe.” You spat.

“You…you will get in so much trouble for creating spells. Regulus and I told you that you need to stop.” He breathes heavily.

“Then keep your mouths shut otherwise I’ll make you suffer in the worst unimaginable ways.” You say.

With that, you turn and walk past the group who seemed shocked. You head back to the Great Hall, gathering your items before heading back to your dorm. You were too upset and riled up to do anything. So, instead you hurry to your dorm and lock the door.

You pace frantically, running your hands through your hair. You let a breath out that you hadn’t noticed you were holding.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. Everything is okay.” You mumble to yourself.

The lock on your door clicks, so you turn and see Tom. He closes the door back and turns to you with that normal passive and cold look.

“That was…impressive.” He says.

“Tom, I really rather be alone right now.” You mutter.

“Why cover the marks I left? I left them for a reason.” He says, his voice hardening as his eyes turn several shades darker.

“I didn’t want to walk around with them showing. People would have said something and I don’t want to deal with that. Plus, I rather the school not know I was your play thing.” You mutter harshly, turning your back to him.

“Who said you were a play thing because I don’t recall ever telling you that?” He snaps.

“Tell me this, Tom. Are you one for commitment? Would you be in an exclusive relationship? Huh, tell me that!” You snap harshly as you turn to face him again.

“I can do commitment. Before, I’d say no. However, for you I am willing to do it. I’m willing to be in an exclusive relationship as you call it. Because I can’t ever get you out of my head! You are all I can focus on! It’s so…so irritating, yet I love it at the same time.” He growls.

“Tom, there are going to have to be some rules set in place if we are to do something. Like the skirt thing this morning. I only wear skirts.” You say.

“Fine. Wear your skirts, well not the school girl ones, however I can’t promise that some asshole won’t end up dead for looking. You are mine.” He snaps.

“Okay, and what about the marks?” You ask.

“You shouldn’t care what anyone says. You never have before, so why care now? I want people to know that you belong to me. I want the guys to realize that you aren’t a possibility anymore. You are mine.” He says, closing the distance between you both.

You look up as his hand wraps around your throat. He tightens his hand and you let a shaky breath out as you clench your thighs.

“You barely know me.” You mumble.

“I know more than you think, darling. You piqued my interest. When that happens, I tend to learn everything I can.” He murmurs, brushing his nose against yours before kissing you softly.

You hum, moving your hands to his hair. You whine when he pulls back, a smirk on his lips.

“What does that mean? How have you learned about me if you just started speaking to me yesterday?” You ask.

“Because I might be a bit obsessive when it comes to learning of the things that interest me. I won’t stop until I know everything.” He says.

There was banging on your dorm door and you sigh, going to walk past Tom, but he loops an arm around your waist.

“Who is it?” Tom asks, annoyed.

“It’s Bella, me and Regulus. Is Y/N in there?” Narcissa says.

“Well go away. I’m about to fuck my girl.” He snaps.

Your face heats up as you cover your mouth to hide your gasp. Narcissa gasps, Regulus laughs and yells for you to get it while Bellatrix throws a fit.

“We are not doing anything! We are just talking!” You exclaim.

“Talking, huh?” He says, quirking a brow at you as he slips a hand beneath your skirt.

You let a shaky breath out as he trails his hand up your thigh. He gets to your underwear, sliding two fingers beneath the lacy fabric.

“Tom.” You mumble.

“Talking and yet you're so wet for me. Do you want my cock again?” He asks, sliding a finger in you.

Your eyes flutter close and he grins widely, loving the way you reacted to his touch. You were the violin and he was the violinist. He played you so gracefully and loved the beautiful symphony that came from your mouth. It was his greatest obsession.

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i just wanted some fucking clothes why is there a parasite manning the cash register

“free food, shelter and clothes? i could get used to this…” Killer surmised as he inspected the dark gray jacket he took from the rack.

He caught sight of the meaningless price tag and sucked in air through his teeth. “sixty dollars?” he muttered. Good thing they didn't have to pay.

“do you always talk out loud to yourself?” Horror questioned, watching him from behind.

“i’m not exactly talking to myself when you and hooded-creep are here.” Deciding the jacket looked cool enough for him, he removed his current hoodie to put it on. He tossed his old hoodie into the shopping cart, adding to the dangerously high pile of clothes.

A middle finger from the other side of the rack rose up.

“but i might as well be talking to myself ‘cus of how quiet you two are. bird flipper, do you ever speak?”

The answer was silence.

“figures…hey i just realized any time we talk to each other, we're talking to ourself.”

Dust tipped over the clothes rack with a forceful shove, causing it to fall on Killer.

“ow, what the heck, man?” It didn't hurt at all and he easily got the rack upright again, but some of the clothes fell off of it and made a mess on the floor. No one here was gonna clean that.

Dust walked out from behind the rack with a few garments in hand and stacked it on the pile.

They were about done shopping anyway, he guessed. Or at least, he assumed so. They’ve been here for a few hours now, but Horror was completely empty-handed.

“hey, crater-head, where's your haul? don't tell me you're not getting anything, you need new clothes the most with your rags.”

“i didn’t see anything i wanted,” he answered simply.

“really? this is a high-end store on the surface. your current getup is from the dump at waterfall.” He pointed at Dust. “look at him, he's all decked out now! covered literally head to toe, can’t even see any bone anymore.”

Horror looked unconvinced. “let's just go. i don't want that freak getting pissy at us for taking too long.”

If he had eyelights he would've rolled them, but he conceded. Not getting any clothes was his loss, but he swore if he ends up taking some of his clothes when they get back he’ll add to his kill count.

The three of them went on their way to the exit.

However, someone—a skeleton monster like them—was at the cash register, expectantly waiting for them to come over. The store was empty the entire time they were here, Nightmare made sure of it.

And the barrier in this universe hasn't been broken.

“Heya dawgs, how’s it hangin’?” the skeleton monster asked. “Yous three gonna pay for all that, right?”

His clothes hurt to look at. They were obnoxiously bright and tacky. His sunglasses that completely obscured his eye sockets literally spelled out “YOLO”. It was like the 90s threw up all over him. What alternate universe was this nut from?

Killer slipped his hand in the pocket of his shorts and curled it around the handle of his knife. He let out a shallow laugh. “what's it to you? you're not the store owner.”

“No duh, homeslice, but stealin’ is totes not rad!”

The way he talked was getting on his nerves. Scratch that, everything about him was getting on his nerves.

It seemed the other two felt the same. At any second, Dust was going to blast that 90’s disaster into the proper century.

“it's not like they're stealing from monsters. this is a human-owned store. i don't think they’d miss a few clothes,” Horror pointed out. “but if it bothers you so much, i’ll be on my way.”

“what?!” Killer exclaimed. He looked at Horror with an exaggerated look of betrayal on his face.

Horror made his way to the door. “hey, i’m not the one stealing. i’ll wait outside.” he said with indifference.

The other skeleton didn't protest at all when he left the building.

“butthole…what the?” Killer narrowed his eyes at his slip of the tongue. That’s not what he meant to say.

“Nah, homie, that chatter don't fly here.” The skeleton shook his head and his shades now spelt “NUH-UH”.

“you censored me?” His wariness skyrocketed at such a small thing. Well it wasn't exactly small when he's able to alter their words. What else could he do?

He glanced at Dust, who looked nonchalant as always.

He sighed, preparing for a fight. “listen, bud, we don't have any money and we're not going to—”

“Aw, no cheddar? You two should probably return those clothes then.” The overly-cheerfulness of his voice dwindled ever so slightly. Almost like he was threatening them.

He stared at him in befuddlement.

Dust decided he was entirely fed-up with this guy and the familiar growl of a blaster rang out.

“Not cool,” the colorful skeleton said before getting blasted.

But he was completely unfazed by the attack.

Killer and Dust instinctively backed up even with the current distance between them and that thing.

“That blast gots a huge kick to it, yo. You should be more careful, you could totes hurt someone with that.” The skeleton stood up—he was kneeling behind the counter the entire time.

He thought he was around the same height as he and Dust. But now it was clear he towered over both of them.

“I shoulda introduced myself, huh?” He asked as if he was talking to himself. He shrugged off his mistake. “My b, better late than never.” He adjusted his glasses as his smile widened dangerously. His golden tooth shined brightly despite there being no light for it to reflect. “The name’s Fresh. I take it that you peeps are sanses? The hooded dude packs a ri-donk-ulous punch tho.”

Blue bones rose up and caged Fresh as a half-ring of blasters appeared and fired. The impact of the blasts created a huge cloud of smoke, obscuring their vision.

Killer drew out his knife with a groan. He swore, Dust was so dramatic. He hoped that the dust of Fresh was among the cloud of smoke, but something about his instincts screamed otherwise. He squinted as he looked around. Dust wasn't by his side anymore.

It's gone completely quiet.

“...dust?” he whispered harshly. “where the funk did you go?” Ugh, there went the censoring again.

A hand laid on his shoulder, causing him to jump, but it was only Dust. He sighed and let his head hang back for a second. “you can't just do that!”

“...my bad.”

Wait. He talked!? And to express sorrow out of all things…“uhuh. we gotta put some bells on you or something, jeez.” The hand on his shoulder remained, in fact, the grip seemed to tighten. “you can let go now,” he said, voice laced with annoyance.

He still didn't let go. Was he trembling? His other hand was locked tightly into a fist by his side.

The grip on his knife tightened.

He hasn't known Dust for long, but what he did know was that he wasn't a touchy person.

“i said let go!” He hacked his knife into Dust’s wrist, he didn't put enough force to completely sever a bone but it cut pretty deep.

Dust yanked his hand away in complete silence.

Killer heard footsteps nearby, but there were too many for it to be from just one person.

The smoke finally dissipated.

He was completely surrounded.

There were more skeletons in the store, all of them wore those obnoxious sunglasses with text on them. These weren't just any skeletons, however. He was sure all of them were Sanses. They were stark still when he caught sight of them, like mannequins on display.

“i don’t know what's gotten into you, dust, but you need to snap out of it for once.”

“Oh, I know the answer to that one, broseph,” Fresh said. He adjusted his shades, the text on them saying “IT’S ME”.

Killer put two and two together quickly. All of these Sanses were being controlled by Fresh, and he was adding Dust to the party. Shit, was he going to be next too?!

He brandished his knife wildly like a cornered animal, causing Dust to take a step back. “aw heck no! get the frick away from me!” He couldn't die here, he couldn't even swear properly! He wasn't going to let his last word be a censored f-bomb.

“Don't be like that, homeslice dawg. Join the party, it's the bomb!” Fresh insisted, stretching his arms out to gesture at the still crowd. “Your pal’s waiting for you,” he added grimly.

As if on cue, Dust tackled him to the ground, grabbing his wrist to prevent him from using his knife. He was breathing heavily in a strained fashion.

They were just getting some fucking clothes. They were just going shopping. It was supposed to be a normal excursion, for once. He doesn't even know the next chance they'll have a goddamn break or do something that isn't designed to mentally mess them up even more. Fuck this guy.

He let out a growl as he brought his knees to his chest and kicked Dust off of him. He rolled upright and blindly lunged for Fresh, swinging his knife around like an untrained toddler.

Fresh backed away from every slash. He may hardly look like a Sans but he sure dodged like one.

As the two fought, the crowd surrounded the three, caging them in. Dust hasn't gotten up yet, but random bone attacks of his flung around the makeshift arena.

The exit door flung open, interrupting their fight.

Never in his life did Killer expect to feel relief at seeing that stupid octopus. Horror followed behind him, looking shocked at the sight.

“I told you that I expected you back in three hours!” Nightmare roared. Once he actually registered what was happening, he narrowed his eye in confusion. “Who or what is that thing that assaults my vision?”

“kill it! kill it now!” he shouted with a bit too much desperation.

In an instant, everyone in the building was lifted up by his tentacles and shoved against the walls of the building as Nightmare arose.

Killer thrashed around in vain, “not me too, you idiot!”

“you’d think you'd expect this by now,” Horror, who was held up near him, muttered.

For the first time since they’ve seen him, Fresh frowned. “Bogus, dude! Interruptin’ my meal like that is not cool.”

“meal?!”

Nightmare ignored the two and paid particular attention to Dust. Something was wrong with his soul, his feelings were all muddled. In fact, the other skeletons here with sunglasses on gave off the similar muddled energy. With another tendril he wrenched Dust’s hood off, revealing a huge flower growing in his eye socket.

Killer and Horror gagged.

“what the heck is that?! has that always been there?!” Killer gawked.

“Of course not,” Nightmare grumbled. The same tendril wrapped around the flower as best as it could.

“Oh buddy, I wouldn't do that if I were you,” Fresh said, his glasses spelling “DO NOT”.

“Try me.” He yanked.

The flower snapped off with such a force that threw Dust’s head back.

Nightmare dropped him to inspect the flower, letting him fall to the floor with a loud thud.

Dust’s eyelights sparked on with a gasp that soon turned into a scream as he reached for his eye sockets as if the flower was still there, not even bothering to put his hood back on.

Killer and Horror’s eyes were wide open and their mouths were agape at the display. They’ve never expected to see Dust lose his cool like this. They weren't expecting to see many things that were happening today.

They were just trying to go shopping. How did it turn into this?!

“Shut up, Dust,” Nightmare ordered. As he inspected the flower, his grasp on Fresh tightened.

“Homeslice, I’m sure this hurts. You mind loosening up a bit?” Fresh asked.

He was answered with a smack on the head by another tendril, which knocked his glasses off. Lo and behold there was a similar flower residing inside his skull.

His glasses were like a mask, once they were off his entire facade crumbled away.

“What are you?” Nightmare asked. He tore the flower up with his hands and let the pieces litter the ground.

“That's not your business.” Fresh slipped out of the tentacle’s grasp with ease like it wasn't just strangling him.

The other glasses-wearing skeletons dug and clawed with their hands into the tentacles holding them up.

Dust scrambled upright to get away from him and closer to Nightmare.

Fresh picked up his shades and put them back on. “Now I suggest you bounce on outta here and let me do my thing. Or things are gonna get not so family friendly.”

Nightmare hardly seemed fazed by the damage done to his tentacles, but if this kept up they’ll be able to escape from his grasp. One thing was clear, he wasn't in control of this situation and Fresh did not want him taking the other three out of here.

He moved Killer and Horror closer to himself in defiance. He could leave these three to rot, find others exactly like them, but he just found these three. He didn't want to go through the hassle of wrangling more Sanses so soon. And he was not going to let someone else mooch off of his efforts.

“we're running, right? we’re not fighting this freak,” Killer whispered to him.

Dust looked up at him, almost pleadingly.

If this was any other time, he would've had them fight for his entertainment, but this was not the time, unfortunately.

He put Horror and Killer down. The three of them were absolutely terrified.

If he portaled right now, there was a high chance Fresh would be able to follow them. They had to get some distance first.

He tossed the other skeletons in his grasp across the store and broke the wall behind him.

Dust, Horror, and Killer didn't waste any time sprinting outside of the store through the broken wall.

Nightmare’s tentacles promptly snatched and threw Fresh to the back of the store for good measure before following after the three.

He opened up a portal to the castle ahead. The millisecond the four of them were through the portal snapped closed.

Killer face planted against the grass as if he was hugging the ground.

Horror brushed himself off, seemingly checking for any flowers on his clothes.

Dust had his hands clenched tightly around the edges of his hood as if he’d die if it was ever off again.

All of them felt like utter shit, and for once, Nightmare didn't particularly enjoy that.

He was…unnerved. His knowledge of the multiverse was even more limited than he thought it was. Before that encounter he assumed the only major threats were Ink, Error, and his brother.

There were so many skeletons under this “Fresh’s” control. How far could his influence spread? Could he control him?

He didn't want to think about it.

“Dust,” he said blankly, “Are you…” How did he want to phrase this? He already knew if he was okay or not, he could sense it. “You are completely free of that parasite’s influence, correct?”

Dust gave a weak nod.

At least it seemed reversible, but maybe that was only because of how quickly it was removed. Needless to say, the second they see that freak again they're out of there.

“fuck man, how’d that thing get you?” Killer asked. “you were by my side the whole time.”

Dust just shrugged. Whether he wasn't actually sure or just too tired to explain, he couldn't tell.

“...god dammit!” Killer yelled. “we forgot the clothes. ugh, whatever. at least i have a new hoodie.” He let out a weak laugh. “i survived an encounter against this parasite and all i got was this sixty dollar hoodie.”

Horror glared at Nightmare. “so you don't know about everything. you're not an all-knowing god.”

“I never said I was.”

“so how much do you know? is there anything else like that out there?”

Nightmare paused. Thinking of a thoughtful response. “I am not aware of everything that goes on in the multiverse. That threat we encountered was entirely unfamiliar to me. There may be more. Cease the image of me as an all-knowing god. I might as well know as much as you.”

“hah! you totally could’ve left us, huh?” Killer pointed out. He knows he would’ve.

“It would’ve been a hassle,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“aw, so you do care about us,” he said.

Nightmare was taken aback. He wasn't sure how true or not that was. “Define ‘care’,” he said skeptically.

Killer wasn't expecting that response. “i was joking. people who care for each other don't put them in shitty situations.”

“...I see.” In that case, Nightmare doubted he had the capacity to care for anyone. “Do any of you three care for each other?”

That made Killer burst out into laughter. He looked at Horror and Dust to check if they were as amused as he was at the question.

Horror just looked offended at the question while Dust was unreadable as he typically was.

#utmv fic

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istoleyoursk1n · 4 months

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Hello, I saw your requests are open after I read some of your stuff and wanted to give an idea. One thing I don’t see too often in fantasy is anti-magic types so I’d like to request a Tav that is magically blank. What I mean by that is where everyone else either has magic or is effected by it, Tav can be neither of these. Try to hit them with a lightning bolt? Doesn’t work. Illusions? Doesn’t work. Enchantments? Nah. This makes them a terrifying mage hunter that can go toe to toe with many magic creatures and users. Of course they need to work around not being healed by magic as well. (Choose whoever for the characters!)

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How would the boys react to a Tav who’s incapable of being harmed by or creating magic?

(If any of you won't see one for the girls, just ask <3)

: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“I know I’ve already got the delightfully excellent privilege of looks to me, darling, but damn it all! You’d think those lazing Gods would grant me more than just a dashing face to get me through my troubles too!”

Immediately comes asking how the hell you gained such an ability and if so, how could he get some of that for himself.

He's envious of the fact that nearly all magic seems to have little to zero effects on you. He's far too consumed by the amount of advantages it gives you that he doesn't exactly see the downsides.

I mean, he’s seen you take a fireball to your face and shake it off as if it was nothing. However, the sight of you bleeding out as every magical healing potion and spell does absolutely nothing to aid you ends up being the very thing that makes him wonder if it would be worth it.

But hey! It's rather entertaining for him to watch every foe you encounter gasp in shock when they realize all the magic spells they throw at you do nothing to hinder your each attack.

The funniest thing he saw was someone trying to manipulate you with a charm spell only for you to humiliate them for their obvious attempt.

: ̗̀➛ WYLL

“By the hells, you’re immune to magic? That’s one darn good of an advantage to have, especially on a journey such as ours. Though, it's a shame that you’ll never get to see the delights that come with it, you would have loved it, I’m sure!”

He wasn't all too bothered by the fact you couldn't create magic. Some people lived all their lives without using them and they still made fine warriors, why should he judge you?

However, he was completely shocked when he first watched a lightning bolt strike your body only for you to shrug it off. You didn't even have the burn marks that would have came from it.

After figuring out your little situation, he was both deeply fascinated and impressed. There's no way anything is stopping either of you now, not when you are immune to nearly all types of magic.

Be prepared because this man does start to give you ridiculous titles over your unique ability. “The anti-magician”, “The impenetrable magic consumer”, it gets worse and worse but it's making you both laugh.

Yet, what he does find quite concerning is the number of times he's witnessed your other companions use you as a personal test dummy in terms of magic-based attacks. He’s always quick to grab you out of those situations even though you were mostly okay with it.

: ̗̀➛ GALE

“Immune to magic? Truly? Are you telling me a particularly powerful sorcerer could cast a tremendously potent necrotic spell on you and you’d just... Stand there… with not so much as a bruise? Are you certain you’re from this plane of existence-”

What in the fuck <— His initial reaction lmao

He’s never even seen anything that could resist most if not all magic, even worse that you can't even seem to make it yourslf.

He’s spent the majority of his life so heavily involved with magic and the weave that he could hardly see himself without it, better yet, he doesn't even understand how you live so mundanely.

Heck! Even lower-class citizens could learn magic if not already know how to cast a basic spell or two. Now he has a hundred different questions running through his head and you could probably only answer half of them.

Perhaps he even suspected that you may have just used a multitude of potions of resistance on yourself to turn out this way but if so, the effects should have worn off by now.

Either way, he’s bewildered by you. Intensely interested in how this situation of yours came to be and if there is truly a limit to what magic you can resist. Though, trust that he won't try to experiment on you for himself.

: ̗̀➛ HALSIN

“Ah, though I understand the loss of seizing the art of magic for oneself is rather unfortunate, this only means that perhaps a far more naturalistic path awaits you. One I hope brings nothing but joy and aid in our journey ahead.”

Pleasantly surprised but also curious about it all. When you say all magic do you truly mean all? And if he were to bring a magical flame near your skin, would you feel it's warmth?

Though, he doesn't press on the matter too much. However, there are occasions when he has forgotten about your immunity and ends up shielding you from a magical blast you could have easily taken yourself.

Reflexes perhaps. He’s fairly used to jumping in to protect those he cares for and he does get a tad bit embarrassed over the fact that your magic immunity slipped his mind once or twice due to his own impulses.

Though worry not if magical healing spells or potions don't work on you! He knows plenty of natural ways to heal your wounds. Though it will take significantly longer.

Regardless, he's happy to be of service to you, even teaching you some ways to use herbs and the fauna around you to make a quick remedy to all sorts of wounds so you won't have to ever struggle as much as you did before.

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#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 headcanons #bg3 headcanon #bg3 x reader #bg3 astarion #bg3 wyll #bg3 gale #bg3 halsin #astarion #wyll #gale #halsin

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hart269 · 14 days

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Slithering Hearts

Chapter 3

Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem!reader

Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.

Notes : Bonding over sibling drama, dramaa

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The hat was lifted off from your head. Light hit your eyes and for a moment the whole world seemed to stop, the first thing you glanced at was James, who looked as if he's seen a troll, his eyes met yours and then he looked away, you knew about his hatred towards "the slimy snakes" and you knew it was gonna get bad.

The slytherin table erupted in loud cheers as you walked there, you sat at an empty seat, the guy beside you cheered,

"A potter in Slytherin, that's a first, Evan Rosier nice to meet you"

You nodded saying your name, Regulus was sitting beside Evan and someone called Barty, the girl sitting beside you was Amelia Bones who gave you a sweet smile as you introduced yourself, you two were engaged in conversation, but you kept glancing at James who determinedly avoided your gaze, Amelia noticed, "That's your brother right"

"Yes, he is" You replied dejectedly.

"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll come around" Amelia clappped on your back.

"I hope so" You did hope so, although you knew how stubborn he can be.

The Slythein common room was grand and cold at the same time, you didn't notice much, too tired to pay attention, giving a goodbye nod to Regulus, you all shuffled towards your room. The rooms were quite warm, despite the walls and floors being made of stone and the windows being half submerged in the lake. A warming spell maybe.

You were excited to find one of your roommates to be Amelia who you deemed to be sweet and just, there was Merula, and there was Ismelda, whom you met on the boat.

"Y/N right, Merlin, I can't beleive you just jumped into the lake"

"Trust me, I didn't either" you groaned into your hands.

It was only due to always swimming at lake near your house, that you had the courage to jump into black lake. You sighed as you plopped down on your bed, tiredness seeping into your bones, so much trouble on the first day only, you guessed it really was a Potter thing.

The next morning inbetween classes, you tried your best to talk to James, however he was ignoring you as if you were a ghost, heck people pay more attention to ghosts,

"James, why won't you talk to me" you snapped, stomping on the ground, like a petulant child.

"I don't associate with the slimy snake house" James sneered turning to walk away. Needlessly to say, you went after him,

"For Merlin's sake, it's not like I'm in a cult, I didn''t choose to get sorted there?"

James turned back to glare, "I would have preffered to have you in a cult, rather than in Slytherin"

You glared back, "What if the cult would have consisted of Slytherins?"

James huffed, "It's barely been a day and you're already defending them" James walked away to his friends, ignoring your calls. Remus and Peter turned to look at you in what you deemed to be a bit of compassion. Sirius patted James's back, and you had to rush to your next class cause the bell rang.

The last class was droning on while you sat there, staring at your textbook in a disspirited manner. You almost jumped as you heard someone clear their throat behind you, glancing behind to see Regulus smiling sheepishly,

"Sorry, I was asking, shall we leave, everyone's gone" he said pointing at the empty classroom. You gave a docile smile, picking up your stuff, and going with him.

Regulus had known your futile attempts of talking to your brother, so he tried to alleviate you from your dire state,

"At least your situation is better than mine, Sirius wouldn't even look at me"

"But doesn't like almost your whole family was in Slytherin, it mean it was easy to assume you could be too?"

"He hoped I would be different like him and now that I'm not, he associates me with the rest of the family" He sighed. And here you were mulling, thinking only you had the short end of the stick.

You hummed, entangling his arm in yours, suddenly beaming up at him "Well, it's us two against them two"

Regulus chuckled, "Don't worry about it, we'll be fine, we fight, but then we settle, we always do". Although he smiled, his voice was a bit strained. You didn't say anything, tightening your hold on his arm, you tried to divert his attention,

"You know what, I have a plan for James, do you wanna know what I'm gonna do?"

Sirius chucked a ball at James who lazily caught it with ease, "What are you thinking mate?"

James sighed, "Do you think Lily likes me?" enticing a loud groan from Sirius.

As Sirius was about to respond, Remus saw something coming at the window, "Hey Potter, isn't that your owl?"

The owl came closer, and in its claws was a perfectly neat red letter. Peter shot from his chair, already closing his ears. James gulped, "We sure that's for me?"

"Better open it now, before it gets worse" Remus warned slowly moving away along with Sirius. James looked at them with an anguished look, accepting his dire fate,

"JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER, HOW DARE YOU TREAT YOUR LITTLE SISTER LIKE THAT, A PERSON IS NOT TREATED ON THE BASIS OF THEIR HOUSE, ESPECIALLY YOUR OWN SIBLING, I EXPECT BETTER FROM MY OLDER CHILD, NOW GO APOLOGIZE TO HER OR ELSE I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU ONCE YOU COME HOME, also don't forget to eat and take care of yourself, mama loves you.

Also Sirius dear, I've send some cookies for you, I hope you enjoy them"

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#regulus black #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x you #regulus black series #regulus black x reader #timothee fanfic #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet #marauders era #marauders #regulus black x female reader #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

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missyandthemisfits · 8 months

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The Black Bulls x Chubby!Reader

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How would they react to developing a crush on a chubby magic knight??? Heck if I know but I got some ideas-

Asta

- If there's one person on this list of suitors who just straight up does not care about size, it's this one right here

- You're strong, you're a great cook, and he has fun with you- that's all this one cares about, really

- Unfortunately, he's not the brightest bulb and he doesn't exactly get it when he's being approached romantically, so they're gonna have to spell it out in some way shape or form

- It is only after you two are together that he realizes 'You know what? I think I've had a crush on you for a while now'

- Such a cute dork

Magna

- Not gonna lie, he's gonna want someone whom he can lift so he can fLEX on everyone-

- That said if you're cute and sassy enough, man is hitting the workout sessions HARD, just to be able to carry all that gorgeous around town- basically the ultimate flex

- He obviously is the first to confess albeit extremely flustered and surprisingly full of self doubt

- He's actually kind of insecure, especially about his looks - go easy on him

Luck

- Honestly? Very into someone on the plusher side and for completely selfish reasons at that - huge, HUGE cuddler once you get him down long enough (plz wrestle him he wants it so bad)

- Is ever so slight the tease, doesn't help that he's incredibly subtle about it either

- Makes a point to be around you damn near 24/7 so that way when he's not around, you definitely notice (calculated) the lack of lighthearted teasing

- Believe it or not, 100% makes sure he's got a fighting chance before confessing - he can't afford to be rejected by someone who means this much to him (can't handle that)

-Also be wary, randomly grabs you just... all the time, consciously and unconsciously. You've become his single yet constant source of comfort

Vanessa

- Forgive her she means well, but may or may not unintentionally offend by offering up diets and routines and walks around town together - I SWEAR she's only trying to be kind

- If you're honest about your feelings on it though, she feels just AWFUL and apologetic and buys you many, many gifts to try and make up for it

- Truthfully, you guys just kinda ended up becoming an item one day - rumors of a drunken kiss still floating around town, unconfirmed

- Doesn't mind it too much all in all, especially if you spoil her

Finral

- He's a little apprehensive about it at first, his mind barreling back into the teasing of how scrawny and weak he is and he's not entirely confident in his ability to shall we say satisfy -

- Buuuut quickly says 'Screw it' when he realizes how amazing you are, on and off the battlefield

- When I say this man cannot WAIT for the end of every night just to hold you??? I MEAN IT

- Very soft for his soft s/o, would give them the moon

Charmy

- You already know she doesn't care like come on

- And honestly, she may try to pressure you into many, many impromptu snacking sessions. Food is cooked by her 97% of the time, always.

- However if you have any personal health or fitness goals, Charmy is more than capable of curtailing menus to be healthy AND tasty so that's a plus for sure - but you will have to drag her along if you want her to walk with you

- Again, the relationship just sort of happened - even you two aren't quite sure when

Gauche

- Sorry lovelies but this man's first ever comment may be about your weight, granted he was already upset about Asta and Marie earlier but STILL - no bueno

- It's only after he starts getting to know you that he realizes what complete ASS he was during that first meeting. Will eventually apologize for that, it's said very softly and he sounds kind of annoyed but he's more annoyed with himself than anything

- It's gonna take quite some time to worm much of anything that isn't full of sarcasm out of him, let alone a confession, unless you decide to take that first step

- Hope you're ready for the slowest of burns -

Gordon

- If you think this awkward bean would EVER judge you on your weight, or anything for that matter, think again!

- Absolutely adores you for you; all your dimples and folds, all your past trauma, every facet of you is something he wants to learn more of and explore - absolutely all of it

- He develops a crush pretty early on but good luck getting that confession out of him

- Absolutely will nOT confess until you do because he needs to be 1000% sure he's not gonna scare you off like he did the others...

- Hand holding is must, it comforts him so

- Truthfully anything more than light sweet touches will send him to the moon, so be wary of feinting if you go in for a smooch

Grey

- So very, very shy this one is

- Doesn't actually care about your size, only about how you treat others and most importantly yourself - won't stand for negative talk and bombards you with "T-that's not true at all...!" followed closely by an entire assortment of things that make you so great in her eyes

- Just... so damn sweet

- You'll definitely be the one initiating anything and everything romantic, to include a confession so uh yea

- Just LOVES holding onto your arm once she's comfortable enough, both for support and as something of physical affection

Zora

- Yeeeea dubs you something akin to 'Chubs' upon meeting you, there's like...no way around that. He's mostly harmless tho...mostly

- Truthfully tho he's actually really attracted to curves - not that he's ever gonna tell you that (not without a teasing smirk and remark, anyway)

- He's gonna be dropping the most subtle hints that he's interested in you and the harmless flirting is eventually gonna turn into legitimately pining on both sides so you just flat out tell him one day "If we're gonna keep going like this, we should at least be official..."

- He was content with a situationship of sorts, but a relationship certainly has it perks - ones he could get behind given time

Henry

- This sweetheart is just ecstatic he's found someone with such a plethora of mana (or no mana at all, your choice), someone he can actually be around for more than a few seconds - he does NOT care

- Helps if you're nice, but won't shun you away if you have a mean streak- he's not that type of guy

- Believe it or not, he's actually the first to cave and confess his undying love - and no that is not an exaggeration he genuinely falls very hard and very fast

- His biggest dream is to be able to hold you in his admittedly frail arms, caress your hair, and whisper sweet nothings to you as you drift to sleep

- He'll keep that dream close to his heart until he can make it a reality

Secre

- Not one for judgment, but also not one for romance so this one might be tough

- She's a sucker for people who are upbeat and positive though so if you've got that going for you, you stand a really good chance of at least grabbing her attention

- Slowest of slow burns here, folks

- You'll be the one administering the confession , as well as many complements, to a very adorably flustered Secre and boy is that priceless

- She very much enjoys pockets, will constantly have her hands in yours for comfort - a little weird but very cute

Noelle

- Yes absolutely she has a preference and it's definitely not chubby- no offense (please do not take offense I for one think you're amazing)

- It's gonna take someone with a strong backbone to handle the condescending frowns and holier-than-thou attitude that comes along with crushing on this one, you've been warned

- It'll take a while of chipping away at her steely exterior before she's ready to give way to the fact that yea, you're pretty darn cute

- You confess several different times before she gives it a real go - hang in there

Nacht

- May come as a surprise, but he doesn't really care about size - just about the character of your person

- So yes he's all for someone on the curvy side, actually one of the few that compliments you outright upon meeting you

- Probably puts you through a serious of subtle tests to see how suitable you really are and how compatible you may be with him (cause let's face it, he plays for keeps) but he's very honest about the fact that he's interested in pursuing you romantically

- Touches are feather light in public, but he very much likes to have his hand at the small of your back or gingerly around your waist

- A man who knows what he wants and is not afraid to pursue it? Hell.Yes.

Yami

- Excuse me but this guy dreams of having some short, curvy so and so on his arm - someone he can really grab onto

- He's got this glint in his eyes that almost creeps you out at first but is quickly squelched by the invitation to drinks

- It only takes 2 more trips to one bar or another for him to know he wants to start talking to you on a more personal level

- Will grab ass anywhere, anytime so just... keep that in mind

- Less of a solid confession, more of a drunken offer, something along the lines of "Hey, we should totally make this a thing. This us thing or whatever it is-,"

- He's slurring and you're positive he won't remember a damn thing but he remembers everything, all the way down to how gorgeous you looked that evening

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

A/N - I want you all to remember that no matter WHAT size you are; you deserve love, happiness, and to feel good in that beautiful skin you're in! <3

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 5 (Part 1)

Following is part 1 of my translation of Chapter 5 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-69 to 7-72

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-69

Baul: General, I have news! Briar Castle has been… Briar Castle has been completely surrounded by the Silver Owl, and Henrick and the Knight of Dawn are leading the charge!

Silver / Sebek: Wha-…!

Lilia: ….! We need return to the castle immediately… Ugh!

Silver: But you can hardly stand right now!

Grim: Just lookin’ at him’s makin’ me feel like I’m gonna keel over!

Lilia: Oh, would you shut up already! Like I’d care about some stupid injury. Besides, they’ve got us completely surrounded out there. What we need is people who can use teleportation magic… Summon the transporter brigade. We’ll teleport back to the castle together…!

Baul: General, that certainly would be our fastest route back… However, we’re quite far from the castle. Teleportation involves dematerializing one’s body… as well as one’s mind, and reassembling them both at the destination. It’s incredibly taxing for those who are sick or injured. And in your condition, your body wouldn’t be able to withstand teleporting over such a vast distance! We’ll have the transporter brigade teleport only those men fit to battle, and the rest of us can return on foot.

Lilia: You idiot! You want us to just stroll back there, huh? Didn’t you just say the Knight of Dawn was spotted at the castle!?

Baul: And that’s precisely my point! It pains me to admit this, but the Knight of Dawn is extremely powerful. And if you were to go up against him right now, when you can hardly pick up your blade, you wouldn’t stand a chance against him. And I know you know that, too.

Lilia: Damnit…

Baul: We need to have faith in Lady Meleanor, and in the Imperial Guardsmen you’ve trained. I’m sure they’ll be able to hold things down until we join up with them.

Lilia: …. Fine. Dammit!

Baul: Troops, retreat! I want medics attending to the injured, now! Transporter brigade, teleport all those fit to battle to Briar Castle immediately! HURRY! The General and I will return on foot!

Imperial Guards A/B/C: Gyagyaaa!

Baul: We leave Briar Castle… and Lady Meleanor in your hands!

Imperial Guards A/B/C: Garuru!

Baul: The Night’s Blessing upon Ye.

(The Imperial Guards cast their teleportation magic and depart)

Baul: Damnit…. They must’ve been keeping an eye on us this whole time, waiting to strike until the General was away from the castle. THOSE DAMN COWARDLY HUMANS!!

Sebek / Silver: …………..

Grim: Man… What should we do, Yuu?

Yuu: (I’m not sure what I should say….)

Silver: ….!!!

(Silver slaps himself in the face)

Silver: …Okay!

Grim: The heck! What’s with you, Silver? Why’d ya smack your face like that all of a sudden…

Silver: If we just sit around here hiding from the enemy, things aren’t going to improve one bit. We need to brainstorm something we can do to help.

Episode 7-70

Silver: We need to brainstorm something we can do to help.

Sebek: …Indeed. Oft when training in the mountains, you’ll encounter a fallen tree or whatnot blocking your path. When faced with such an obstacle, stopping to think about what you should do next can very well spell even more trouble for you down the line – the sun will set before you know it, and then what will you do? Regardless if you choose to turn around and head back, or if you attempt to find another way around, the quicker you make your decision, the better your chances at surviving.

Silver: “As long as you’re still breathing, things will work out in the end”…. We heard those words almost every day growing up.

Sebek: Indeed. ‘Tis one of our master’s teachings. We must deliver Sir Lilia to the castle as safely and as swiftly as possible. And if we are to break through the Silver Owl’s perimeter, we’ve no other choice but to utilize flying magic. First, we must procure some brooms. I do hope we can also locate some provisions and medical supplies as well, but…

Silver: Let’s search inside the fortress. Grim, Yuu, can you guys help us?

Yuu: Of course!

Sebek: Sir Baul! We shall go look for supplies.

Baul: No, you boys need give up already.

Sebek / Silver: What!?

Baul: …Our mission was a complete disaster. The situation has completely changed from how things were when the General allowed you to come with us. Leave. Now. Don’t squander the fact that the General saved your life.

Sebek: But you’ve only a few men left amongst your troops!

Baul: Hmph. That’s nothing for you lot to be concerned about. In the first place…. You humans have no reason to be fighting the Silver Owl.

Silver: …No, we do.

Baul: What did you just say?

Silver: If General Vanrouge hadn’t protected me back there, I could’ve died. I owe him my life. …And I want to make sure he makes it through all this. I don’t need any other reason than that. It doesn’t have anything to do with… with being a fae or a human.

Sebek: Sir Baul, I feel the same way as Silver.

Baul: Breaking through that army of Iron Ones waiting for us outside and racing all the way back to the castle won’t be easy, you know. We can’t afford to waste any time keeping an eye on you kids.

Sebek: You’ve no need for concern. We shall work tirelessly, and we shall strive to adhere to our master’s teachings!

Baul: But you’re humans… Why would you… …Heh. You sound like a couple of daredevils. Fine, do what you want. But you better not say I didn't warn you!

Sebek/Silver: Thank you, sir!

Sebek: We must make haste and gather all our required provisions! No dawdling!

Grim: Alright! Just you guys wait, you’re gonna get front row seats to my fancy flyin’ skills! I been polishin’ ‘em in Vargas’s supplementary lessons.

Silver: Wait, Sebek. There might be some more Iron Ones lurking around. Stay sharp.

Sebek: Hmph! I’m well aware of that. Grim and Yuu, you are to follow after me! And stay close!

Grim: Oh, yeah? You sure you wanna walk ahead of us? What if I mess up when I’m spittin’ fire and I light up your ass by mistake?

Sebek: Argh! And here I was offering to be so kind as to protect you little weaklings…!

(Crash!)

Everyone: !!

Silver: That sound… it came from downstairs. Is it the Iron Ones coming to look for father and the others?

Sebek: Hmph. There’s no need to go bother the gaurdsmen. Let us rout these miscreants on our own. Besides, ‘tis standard practice for galleys and laundry rooms to be located in the lower floors of castles and fortresses. There’s a good chance we shall come across some brooms and what not whilst down there. LET US HURRY!

Episode 7-71

Silver: There’s someone in that room…

Sebek: Yuu, Grim, get back. Let’s go, Silver…

Kitchen staff member A: Eep! P-Please, please spare us!!

Kitchen staff member B: W-We’re just a couple of kitchen staff members, and… huh? Oh, it’s you, Sire! Please, don’t scare us like that!

Silver: Huh?

Kitchen Staff member A: Did you guys already send those fae packing? Aah, of course ya did!

Silver: Fae? What are you two talking about?

Kitchen staff member B: *Gasp* Sweetheart, look closely! This boy isn’t “him”!

Kitchen staff member A: Wait, you’re right! His hair color’s all wrong! That’s a hell of a coincidence, you guys look a whole lot alike. S-So does that mean you’re fae from the Land of Briar, then? W-We’re done for… *sobs*…

Kitchen staff member B: Oh, and I was so hoping to see our grandbaby’s face, their due date's right around the corner...

Silver: Please, wait. We’re not going to hurt you.

Kitchen staff member A/B: Huh?

Silver: We’ll get out of your hair as soon as we find what we need.

Grim: Hand over your brooms and make it snappy! Nyahaha.

Kitchen staff member B: Eep! T-That beast just talked!?

Yuu: Grim, quit scaring them!

Silver: It’s okay, Grim won’t bite. I know I’m repeating myself here, but we have no intention of harming you guys. We just want to get our injured men out of here safely, and that’s why we’re looking for some brooms.

Kitchen staff member A: Your injured men… You mean fae?

Silver: …Yes, that’s right. From your standpoint, I guess they’d be… they’d be your guys’ enemy. But please, will you help us?

Kitchen staff member A/B: …

Kitchen staff member B: A-Alright. I’ll tell you boys where we keep all the brooms.

Kitchen staff member A: The heck are you doing!?

Kitchen staff member B: Oh, just look at them, honey. These boys are a lot younger than our own son. And their ears are….

Kitchen staff member A: Ah, their ears are round! So they’re humans. Then how come they’re helpin’ out the fae?

Kitchen staff member B: It’s probably best we don’t find out. The fae could be forcing them to do all this, for all we know…

Kitchen staff member A: Yeah, but…

(someone’s stomach rumbles loudly)

Silver: Sebek….

Sebek: ….’Twas not I.

Silver: It’s okay, I understand. That good smell wafting around the galley is making you hungry, right?

Sebek: No!!! ‘Twas… ‘Twas Yuu’s stomach, was it not!?

Silver: No, it was definitely you. I’d recognize that thunderous grumble anywhere….

Sebek: Silence, Silver!!!!

Kitchen staff member A: …You boys hungry?

Sebek: No-

(Someone’s stomach rumbles)

Grim: Aww, geez. Sebek’s stomach talked my stomach into grumblin’ along with it. All we been eatin’ lately is dried meat and fruit.

Kitchen staff member A: Hah. You shoulda said so in the first place! Honey, go wrap up some bread and bacon they can take along with them.

Kitchen staff member B: Will do.

Sebek: W-Why has your demeanor changed all of a sudden!? I’ve no intention of accepting your charity…!

Kitchen staff member A: We’re kitchen staff, boy. Feedin’ hungry people’s our job. Besides, you kids showed up at just the right time. Buncha our food was ‘bout to go to waste, with Henrick leavin’ all of a sudden like that.

Grim: Yahoo! Hey, can I have some of this soup, too?

Kitchen staff member A: Sure thing, eat up.

Sebek: Grim! Do you not understand the meaning of an “emergency situation”!?

Grim: I don’t wanna hear that comin’ from you. Your stomach started this.

Kitchen staff member B: Here you go, here’s some bread and bacon… And I also got you some bottles of water. I can’t say if any of this will be all that appetizing to the fae, but… Please take it with you.

Silver: Thank you. We’re really grateful you’re doing all this for us.

Kitchen staff member B: ……..You really do look just like him.

Silver: …Huh?

Sebek: Oi, Silver! Cease with the chitchat already. We must find out where that storeroom is located!

Silver: R-Right.

Kitchen staff member B: You’ll find the storeroom upstairs, in the northern wing of the fortress.

Silver: Understood. Please take cover in here until we leave. I apologize for startling you earlier. ...Stay well.

Episode 7-72

Grim: Maaan, I didn’t get a chance to eat dessert. Why ya gotta be in such a rush, Sebek.

Sebek: You little- You complain even though you wolfed down two whole bowls of soup…!

Silver: That storeroom the kitchen staff told us about should be around here somewhere… Hm?

Sebek: What is it? Why are you just standing there?

Silver: I know that bird call…

(An owl hoots)

Grim: The heck is this place? There’s tons of birds in here.

Sebek: Ah, that’s right. The peoples of this period relied on owls and pigeons to deliver messages to one another.

Silver: They look really hungry. Let’s give them some of our bread.

Sebek: Tsch… ‘Tis not the time to be feeding a bunch of animals right now. We must look for brooms at once- Ah! Wait a moment… Couldn’t we utilize these birds?

Grim: Huh? No? These guys are skin an’ bones, wouldn’t be any point eatin’ ‘em.

Sebek: THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT! Oi, Silver. Perchance the time has finally come for you to put your inutile affinity with animals to good use.

Silver: …What?

Sebek: Sir Baul! We have returned with brooms and some gurneys.

Grim: And we got some grub, too!

Baul: Ah, good work.

Silver: How’s General Vanrouge doing?

Baul: He’s still in no shape to fight… But I’m sure the Silver Owl is gearing up to come finish us off as we speak. Our time’s up, we need to get out of here. I’ll lead the charge and clear a path for everyone. You boys bring up the rear!

Sebek: Sir Baul, could you please allow us to lead the charge?

Baul: W-What!? No way in hell! You take one step out of those doors, and you’ll be met with a face full of arrows.

Sebek: You needn’t be concerned. It’ll be a gamble, but… We do have a bit of a plan in mind.

Baul: A plan..!?

Silver: We’ll clear a path for you guys, we promise. Sir Baul, please watch General Vanrouge for us.

Imperial Guard B: Goei! Garuru!

Baul: What? Outside the fortress? So the Iron Ones are finally on the move.

Sebek: It's time. Come, Silver! Let us go!

Silver: Right. Grim, Yuu… I promise we’ll make it through this.

Grim: You leave Yuu and Lilia to me!

Yuu: Please, be careful!

(Silver and Sebek depart)

Baul: Wait, humans!! Damnit… Looks like we have no choice... Men, follow them! They need backup!

Imperial Guards A/B/C: Gyagyaaaa!

Lilia: …..Ugh… What’s with all the racket…?

Baul: !! Are you awake, General!?

Lilia: What happened with… those brats….

Baul: They ran off ahead, saying they’d break through the enemy’s perimeter for us. I tried stopping them, but they said something about having a plan of some sort….

Lilia: What!? Those little idiots!! Let’s go, Baul!

Sebek: …Look. The Iron Ones have the fortress completely surrounded. And they aren’t even trying to conceal themselves, either.

Silver: Looks like they’ve got about 100 people on their side. And we’ve got… not even 10.

Sebek: True, but considering our numbers are so miniscule, as long as we can rely on “their” assistance, no doubt we shall be able to escape.

Silver: Right. They said they’d go get their friends for us as thanks for the bread. We need to trust them. Let’s go….

(Silver whistles)

Iron One A: Huh? Is someone whistling?

Iron One B: Are those fae up to something? Hah. If they’d have just kept themselves holed up in the fortress, we wouldn’t have to wallop ‘em or anything. …But alright. If it’s a fight they want, it’s a fight they’re gonna get! Troops, charge!!

(sound of wings flapping)

Iron One A: Huh? What’s that sound… Uwaah!?

Iron One B: What the!?? Is that a pigeon?

Iron One A: Aaah! Ouch ouch ouch! What’s with this thing?!

Iron One C: And there’s a bunch of sparrows and owls, too! Oi!! Stop pulling on my cape!! Lemme go!!

Iron One B: What the!? There’s a whole stampede of animals pourin’ out the forest….!

Iron One A: Gyaa! T-There’s something crawling around inside my armor!!

Iron One B: Eep! A squirrel!? Yowch!!! It’s biting my ears!

Iron One C: S-Stop!! It’s tickling me! Ah ha ha hah ah!

Silver: Thank you, everyone! We’re in your debt!

Sebek: The Iron Ones are faltering! Now’s our chance!

Grim: Come on, henchman! Hold on to me nice and tight!

Yuu: I’m counting on you, Grim!

Sebek: We must break through their forces! Follow Silver!!

Imperial Guards A/B/C: Gigiiii!

Iron One A: Oh, you think you’re gonna escape, huh? Archers, at the ready!

Silver: Sebek, behind you!

Sebek: What!?

Yuu: Look out!

(bats screech and fly across the screen)

Iron One A: Guwaaaa! What now!? Bats!?

Silver: That’s….!

Sebek: S-Sir Lilia!

(Lilia flies over to Silver and Sebek and bops them on the head)

Silver/Sebek : Ouch!

Lilia: You little morons! The hell did you two think you were doing, running off like that? Ugh, this is why I can’t stand kids!

(Animal sounds)

Lilia: Ow! Stop pecking me! I’m on your side! …But I gotta say, calling on a bunch of birds and squirrels for reinforcements is pretty sloppy. We’re followers of the night, you know. I’ll give you props, though. Ah ha ha ha!

Iron One B: Look! It’s Vanrouge! Capture him!

Iron One C: After theeeem!!

Lilia: I still can’t fly on my own for too long. Sebek, let me ride behind you on your broom.

Sebek: Yes, sir!

Lilia: You boys need to fly as fast as you can! I’ll stave off their attacks! Silver, give me backup!

Silver: Yes, sir!

Lilia: Baul, you take up the rear!

Baul: Leave it to me, General!

Lilia: Grim! And Yuu! You better not fall behind!

Grim: Heh heh. Ain’t nobody better at runnin’ away than ol’ Grimmy here!

Lilia: Come on! Let’s blast right through ‘em!

Baul: We made it past their perimeter! Keep going, and don’t slow down even a second!

Imperial Guards A/B/C: Gishaaaa!

Iron One A: We can’t let them escape! Use rocks, arrows, whatever it takes! Just stop them!

Iron One B: I-It’s no use! The squirrels gnawed through the ropes on our catapults!

Iron One C: Ow ow ow ow! Now the birds are throwing stones at us! Aww, come on!

Lilia: Farewell, Iron Dumbasses! Ah ha ha ha!

Iron One A: Waaaait!!

Battle Map Conversation

Lilia: Did you guys see the look on their faces! Their precious iron armor’s all covered in bird shit now… You boys did an excellent, job!

(Lilia pulls Sebek and Silver together and pats their heads)

Sebek: For the General of the Right himself to caress my humble head… I am honored! Truly honored!

Silver: ……I’m glad everyone made it out alright.

Baul: We’re not out of the woods yet. No doubt they’ll be following after us on horseback.

Lilia: Yeah. They aren’t going to let us get through the Canyon of Howling Winds without a fight. We don’t have time to spare. Let’s go! …Please be okay, Meleanor!

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

#twst spoilers #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #baul zigvolt #twst #twisted wonderland #twst jp #ruler of the abyss

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Irene Girlfriend Headcanons!

She prefers that you call her “Joohyun” rather than Irene. She wants to feel like you know the real her instead of her stage presence.

Speaking of which, she often slips into her Daegu dialect around you

You were never intimidated by her like everyone else was, you were warm and loving regardless of how “scary” she seemed

It took her a while to open up to you about her inner thoughts and feelings. She’s so used to bottling it all up in order to be a good leader that she doesn’t stop to think when she might need help

But you help her with that, constantly reassuring every single one of her insecurities. Even when she doesn’t ask, you’ll always be the first one to tell her she’s done well!

She cooks you seaweed soup every year for your birthday just like she does for the members 💚

Ordering her tea for her whenever you’re at a coffee shop because she’s too afraid of being judged by the barista for not liking coffee

Eating her vegetables for her (if you like them ofc)

Finally convincing her to stop dying her hair and stick with her natural black color because it’s her favorite and it suits her best

It took her a long time to accept it, but Joohyun is a lover of the simple things in life. You guys don’t need any extravagant outings or fancy gifts to be happy! Things like reading together, watching the sunset, taking walks, listening to music, cooking her favorite tteokbokki… those are what draw you together.

Holding her while she cries watching “The Notebook”

You started keeping perfumes in your car and carrying essential oils with you everywhere since she’s so sensitive to smells

You also help bring her back down to Earth when she starts spacing out, waving a hand in front of her face and never making a huge fuss over it. You just remind her what she was talking about and continue on with your conversation

Joohyun is also a lover of solitude. However you’re the only one she makes an exception for. She loves taking you to Ttukseom Island or the Folk Museum in Bukcheon. They’re her happy places and she wants to share them with you!

Because of her, you started keeping a journal. The two of you have nights where you just sit in silence and write together 🥰

She won’t hesitate to correct you on your spelling and grammar, even over text 😑

You feel like you learn something new about her every day. She’s always so reserved, and her mind runs at a mile a minute, so every once in a while she’ll just drop this huge piece of Joohyun lore that takes you by surprise

Always giving her your fortune cookies and lottery tickets because she just has so much good luck

If you play video games or do puzzles, and you just can’t get pass a certain stage, she’ll just walk over and figure it out for you in seconds, and it leaves you baffled every time

Making her show you how the heck she can draw a perfect circle (you still can’t understand after a thousand times)

She has a tendency to “mother” you. (Doing your laundry, making you go to bed early, telling you take your vitamins and drink water…) You’ll have to explain to her that while you appreciate her trying to help, she doesn’t need to worry about you so much!

She’s still going to do your laundry though. She just loves doing it too much not to.

I hope you don’t mind having a high heat bill, because Joohyun cannot handle the cold! (If not, you’ll have to loan her several of your hoodies and blankets!)

Comforting her whenever she encounters heights, water, or loud noises

Her manager tried to tell her to avoid PDA with you to protect her image and avoid a scandal, but she just can’t stop herself from holding your hand or clinging to your arm!

Once word gets out that the two of you are dating, she really has no problem telling the fans that while she hopes they can be supportive, she’s going to be with you whether they like it or not.

She would give up everything if it meant she could stay with you, and you would do the same for her in a heartbeat 💜

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puss in boots the last wish rambling about the animation

ookay so what I wanted to talk about in this post is the animation!

It fucking killed it, when the frames start dropping you just know this is gonna get good! also the paintbrush effect on EVERYTHING was really fucking beautiful to watch example look at the image below

Just look at how puss's hat has these obvious rought typical brush trikes, look at the gentle kiss of the shading look how alive this picture looks becuse of all the flowers in the background somebody making this movie deadass had to make out with the color theory itself to make it look this good! Also take a look at how simple the blurred trees and bushes in the back-background look like, like holy shit this is all so good! Another example of this (one of my favorite ones) is death

(I know the picture is really blurry and I'm sorry for that) look at the colors in this one! Look how cold and dreadful they are while highlighting the red pupils of the wolf (Also look at his pose! It all looks so cool!) I LOVE how death's lineout on the face is always way lighter than anything in the frame (also if you find a better picture you can see how much detail went into his fur!

This movie singlehandedly (or however you spell that saying abut the single hand thing? You know what I mean, english is a weird language) brought back my love and ambition for animation to the point where I will be making a short in it's name (or at least I plan to)

Overall the movie is a 10/10 in everything but a 11/10 when it comes to art and animation like holy heck was it good

#Puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots wolf #puss in boots last wish #Puss in boots the last wish spoilers #dreamworks puss in boots #Puss in boots the last wish animation #puss in boots spoilers #Puss in boots the last wish death #puss in boots death #Dreamworks

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Runaway_Chapter 2: Too Late

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Summary: When Lilia realizes Silver is missing, he goes looking for him, but is he already too late?

Notes:

*Twst spoilers for Chapter/Book 7

*Fairly long, around 3,000 words

“Silver? Silver, where are you? Answer me!” Oh, where could that boy be?

Lilia’s lips curled downward while he glanced at the dark stoned halls and rooms around for Silver among the thralls of waking bodies.

When Lilia first woke up, his thoughts had been focused on Malleus, who blotted due to his grief over the old man’s departure.

Thankfully, his beloved Prince was alright, and Lilia was able to apologize for inadvertently hurting them all and causing the situation. It was only when he was about to dole out praise to Sebek and Silver for all their hard work that Lilia realized one of the boys was missing.

‘He must still be asleep somewhere,’ Lilia reasoned as he paced about, occasionally checking on a Diasomnia student who stirred. Silver always had trouble staying awake before, but now the lad had been under a sleep spell—the second one of his life—and spent who knows how long using his unique magic. It didn’t surprise Lilia at all that the other was exhausted.

Turning down Sebek’s offer to search, Lilia had gone off to find Silver, leaving Malleus in the guard’s care. The other had more than proven he was capable of looking after the Dragon Prince.

As he had been by Lilia’s side when the spell was cast, Lilia assumed Silver wasn’t far anyway and he would find his child quick enough.

Yet time ticked on to seconds, then minutes, and Lilia hadn’t caught a glimpse of the boy. The lad didn't even respond to Lilia’s calls, which were becoming more and more anxious, despite his attempts to remain calm.

Lilia didn’t understand! Why wasn’t Silver responding to him? Why had no one seen him? Where could he have possibly gone?

As the fae walked on, his acute hearing became more sensitive to every sound, such as the ‘click’ and ‘clack’ of the heels of his black, shin-length boots.

Lilia scowled at the shadows as if they were withholding answers. He wished the green flames that lit the dorm were brighter. Lilia never had an issue seeing in the dark—being a nocturnal fae, such a thing never bothered him—however, more light might illuminate something he missed.

He took a breath and tried to think logically.

‘He used a lot of energy and magic…’ he thought, a hand pressed to his chin. Aloud, he whispered, “Could it be that...he...” Against his wishes, Lilia’s mind conjured a vile image.

It was one of Silver covered in blot as his skin grayed to the image of near death, his lovely eyes hollow and black as ink fell from them like rivers--

Lilia moved faster through the area as his pulse picked up pace, and his brain locked on finding Silver. In this mindset, his actions became animated and less composed as the father began practically throwing students aside to find the lost boy.

However, no matter how many students—along with a confused headmaster—were flung into the air like throw pillows, Lilia could not find the familiar silver head of hair the teen was named after.

A thick, icy feeling formed in his chest, building by the second and sending a chill throughout him.

He bit his thumb.

‘Where is he?’ That question was starting to become a mantra of madness. Where was he? Where was his Silver?

This was troubling. No matter where he passed out, Silver should have been in Diasomnia somewhere. So why, why, why--!

Lilia had to bite back a growl as Jamil and Kalim came to his side, each grabbing an arm to stop him from tossing another drowsy student.

“Calm down, will you!” Jamil hissed in his ear, which even he knew was the wrong thing to say at the moment. To rectify this, he added, “Silver’s skilled. Wherever he is, I’m sure he’s fine.” This helped Lilia a little bit.

For all his failings as a father, Lilia knew he raised Silver strong. He made sure of that. And Silver himself was diligent in his training. Heck, he pushed himself harder than Lilia ever did.

‘Even so…’ The question still remained: where was Silver? And why wasn’t he there?

It was driving Lilia closer to madness every second.

“Maybe he walked off while he was asleep?” suggested Kalim, in a tone that was too cheery at the thought. “I’ve seen him sleeping standing up, so he could have wandered off,” he added. It wasn’t out of the question.

Lilia could recall that when Silver was a child, the boy would occasionally sleepwalk. (Lilia used to think it was cute until Silver walked off a cliff and nearly drowned in the river below.) However;

“Silver was using his unique magic while he slept,” Lilia stated, his gut becoming more uneasy. “Which means his consciousness would have left his body. Therefore, there’s no way he could have left.”

The weight in his gut grew heavier, making Lilia more anxious. He wrinkled his brow, his foot tapping impatiently.

‘If something happened in the dream world...' Lilia didn’t know how to finish that thought.

Silver dream-traveled for years, yet no harm ever befell him. In fact, Silver mentioned that he usually wakes himself up from a dream by smashing his head in, so that alone wouldn’t hurt him. Then again, if Malleus’ spell had altered the rules in some way, then...

Lilia clenched his jaw at the same time he attempted to swallow the lump in his throat. He sighed.

‘This is no good.’ He needed to get his head together. Running around blind and digging through students wouldn’t help anyone, especially Silver.

“I need to get back to Sebek and Malleus,” he told the other two. Hopefully, they could provide a clue as to what Lilia’s next step should be. Jamil and Kalim nodded.

“We’ll continue looking for Silver down here,” the latter said, forcing a bright smile. “Don’t worry so much! I’m sure he’s just snoozing somewhere, like always!"

Lilia gave his thanks and hurried back to Sebek and Malleus. (Ignoring the disgruntled glares of the students he tossed about earlier.)

Both looked up upon his return. Sebek looked like a concerned puppy, while Malleus was barely able to keep his eyes open. (Perhaps he should have Sebek take him to his room, while Lilia got someone to find a doctor.)

“Did you find him?” Sebek inquired right away. Lilia dropped his head; his brow wrinkled as he shook it. Sebek’s worry automatically turned to anger. “WELL, WHERE IS HE?! How dare he not--”

“Sebek.” Lilia's firm tone cut through his sentence like a knife. “In the dreamworld, did anything happen after we separated? Sebek scoffed.

“A lot of things happened! But none of that would justify his disappearance, especially now! We met Ortho and…” As he half-listened to Sebek tell his story, Lilia noted that Malleus had closed his eyes in thought, eyebrows furrowed downward as sweat trickled down his temple. His lips moved in a breathless mumble.

“Anything that could have..."

Malleus trailed off as his already pale skin went white, his eyes growing to full size as their green became smaller. Lilia's stomach dropped as he set a hand on the dragon's shoulder.

“Malleus? What--” He tried to make Malleus look at him, but was shoved away.

“I have to speak to Silver.” The prince tried to stand but quickly lost his balance. Sebek and Lilia caught him, each calling his name, but he paid no heed.

“I have to find Silver," he insisted. “I...need… I have to...” Before Lilia could ask the other what was so urgent, there was a loud BOOM as the tall, thick wooden doors were thrown open, slamming into the walls, and cracking the stones.

“SEBEK!!"

The green-haired teen jumped to attention. He nearly fell backward as his expression widened in shock. His jaw dropped as he uttered, “Grandfather?!” Lilia was just as surprised.

“Baul?!” The old warrior burst into the room and hurried towards the others, the students having to scurry to the side so they didn’t get trampled by the approach. When he was close enough, he barely stopped himself from sweeping the trio into his arms. (Something Lilia was grateful for, as the man’s bear hugs often crushed him.)

“Sebek, General, your Highness—are you all alright?” Baul asked, his eyes looking each of them over. As Lilia nodded, he noted that his neck was stiff. Was it from sleeping so long, or something else?

“Malleus is fatigued, but no worse for the wear,” Lilia assured him. He was about to ask if he had come across Silver when Sebek spoke.

“Grandfather, why are you here?” Baul folded his arms, trying to keep up appearances in front of the surrounding beastmen and humans.

“Hmph! The humans couldn’t handle Lord Malleus’ power, so we were called in to assist. But never mind that. What happened here?” Malleus pressed his lips tight as his head dropped. Obviously, he did not want to explain his failure and how he let his emotions get the best of him.

“That…” Lilia held his hand out to stop him.

“We can discuss that later,” he said firmly, his eyes leaving no room for argument. He quickly moved to another topic. Or rather, he tried to. “Baul, have you--"

The other man had turned away, causing Lilia to tense, pressing teeth together behind thin lips.

As of now, Baul's attention was focused solely on his grandson, eyes searching for wounds or anything else that could be a threat.

“Well, regardless, I’m glad you’re all right, Sebek,” he said, once he was satisfied. Baul smiled at the young man, his eyes unusually soft. “It looks like you managed to protect everyone. I’m proud of you.”

Sebek fought hard not to cry, but his eyes still watered.

“Grandfather—” He bowed his head out of respect and to hide his expression. “I’m honored you came!” Baul stared long and hard at Sebek.

"Of course I did,” he finally said. “After all, you--” His words failed as the old warrior finally broke down. He reached forward and pulled Sebek into his arms. The boy was both startled and embarrassed; however, he respected his grandfather too much to pull away.

Lilia's agitation grew.

He hated to interrupt the reunion between grandfather and son—truly, he did—but his greedy emotions overpowered his soft heart. After all, he wanted that moment with his son. He wanted to tell Silver how proud he was. To pet his hair and hold him after this whole ordeal. But Silver wasn’t there. He wasn’t anywhere--

“Baul!” he snapped, his tone returning to when he was a general in the army. Baul looked surprised as he stood straight as if he were being addressed by a commander rather than a friend. “Have you seen Silver?” Baul frowned as he gave a slow nod.

“I did." Momentary relief filled Lilia. “Outside. He said he was surveying the area under your orders.” Lilia frowned.

“Surveying the area?” he repeated, folding his arms across his chest as his noggin tilted to the side. He closed his eyes as he pondered.

‘Now, why would he be doing that?’ Honestly, Lilia could never understand that boy.

Leaving of his own accord was shocking, but why lie about the reason?

Silver never lied about anything . If the child had a fault, it was that he was far too honest for his own good.

But then, his leaving was odd as well.

After everything, he should have rushed to Malleus’ side like the other two had. Yet Silver chose to leave without saying a word? That wasn’t like him at all.

Lilia closed his eyes, putting a fist to his chin, muttering a “why” as he thought about all that occurred, searching for a clue when...

His eyes shot open.

‘Oh, no.’ His skin became like snow, and his blood was just as cold.

How could he not realize it sooner? How could he be so--

“Fuck!"

Realizing how much time he wasted, Lilia turned on his two-inch heels and ran off, ignoring the voices that followed.

The world began to lose its shape around him. All sounds became distant echoes except for his breath, which he felt as if he were choking on as his throat tightened.

“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” How could he be so stupid?! He had been so worried about Malleus that he forgot Silver—and not for the first time, sadly.

‘I should have realized sooner. I should have figured it out right away, but...' Lilia had to find him. He had to find Silver and talk to him. Even though he had no idea what he would say. Then again, that didn’t matter. The important thing was to get to him before that extremely stubborn boy did something equally foolish.

“Silver!” he yelled desperately, despite knowing that it was pointless. “Silver!”

The heavy feeling in his stomach made him queasy as he hurried down the winding steps, eventually jumping the final few when he neared the bottom. The action made him want to throw up, but he swallowed the bile and continued on his way, knowing that every second was precious.

Thankfully, despite the loss of his magic, Lilia still had the speed that came with being a fae. Thus, his legs were able to carry him through the Diasomnia dorm and down the thorn-covered path at a pace that humans couldn’t even dream of. When the mirror was in sight, Lilia leaped the final fifteen feet forward and through.

As he barrel-rolled onto the black-marbled floor of the hall of mirrors, Lilia tried to deduce where Silver could be.

He wasn’t here, obviously, and using the looking glasses to leave the island without Crowley was impossible for Silver’s power level. That left two options:

One was taking a boat, something Silver was unfamiliar with and would have taken time and trouble. The other--

Lilia took off in the direction of the sports field, his long coat fluttering behind him in the chill wind that brushed against his.

‘Silver! Please, please, hold on!’ If he could just get there before it was too late, Lilia could explain everything. He could fix everything!

Outside, the sun was climbing, turning the sky above the retreating blackthorn barrier orange. Lilia scowled. Sunrises were never good omens for him.

It was during the dawn that Lilia received the news of Malenore’s death after all.

‘I hope this isn’t a sign as to what’s to come…’ He clenched his jaw tightly and moved faster.

As he ran, he caught the attention of the guards, who called out, “Hey, you!”

Lilia vaguely recognized the uniforms of Styx and Brair Valley. Lilia realized that Briar Valley's forces would want to question him about Malleus and the events that occurred, but decided that could wait. Right now, he had more pressing matters to worry about.

The soldiers, however, didn’t agree.

“Hold it right there!"

“Vanrouge! The Queen wants to speak to you as soon as possible--” One of the fools grabbed Lilia’s arm, yanking the old fae backward. Lilia growled in irritation.

He turned to the other, fangs bared and eyes glowing like a red light against the shadows that covered the area.

“Not now!” he snarled. He flipped the armored soldier to the ground, who landed with a cry. He then dodged another who moved forward, holding a stun weapon. Lilia’s temper nearly got the best of him as he grabbed it, snapping the zapper in half with one hand.

“I don’t have time for this!” he yelled.

Lilia could still recall the last time he saw his son.

It was in his dreamscape just after a trip through his memories of four hundred years ago, during the battle with the Silver Owls, and just after Malleus hatching—the happiest moment of his life, as he finally realized he was capable of giving something love. Something Lilia never thought he could do.

After a blotted Malleus had shown up, Lilia told the teens to flee while he held Malleus back. Silver insisted he come with them, but Lilia knew he would be best served there as a distraction.

At the time, Lilia hadn’t noticed the look of rejection on Silver’s face, the way his body had shaken, and how his skin resembled that of a ghost. His aurora-stone eyes appeared haunted, holding back sadness and remorse. Lilia didn't notice just how--how broken the child looked.

“Father, I—I’m sorry. For everything, I-- ” Silver never got to finish this line. He never got to express what was meant behind those words, nor did Lilia have time to think about it.

And because of that--

Lilia tossed a soldier into another, their armor clanging like pots as they collided. He then dove between the legs of another and kicked him in the back. Nothing was going to stop him from reaching his son. NOTHING.

“Get out of my way!” he bellowed. He finally managed to escape the group by leaping over them and using a tree branch to swing himself into the distance.

When he landed, Lilia took off like a track star across the dewy grass.

‘Almost there!’ he thought through haggard breaths. ‘I’m almost there! Just a little further and--’

But even as he ran, his blood pounding in his ears, he knew--

“Silver!"

--that he was too late.

When Lilia finally arrived at the field, Silver was already flying high into the sky, soaring over the barrier that surrounded the island.

The sight made Lilia feel as if his heart was choking him. No, it couldn’t end like this. It couldn’t. This couldn’t be how he lost his son!!

“Silver! Wait! Come back! SILVER!!"

Had Lilia still had his magic, he would have flown after him and tackled the boy midair before locking him in his arms to make sure the other couldn't flee again.

However, as it was, Lilia was grounded. Thus, he could only extend an arm to the sky, fingers outstretched, just before the sun swallowed his son.

The world became silent as it fell away.

“No…” A sense of hopelessness filled him, pulling the father to his knees as all his strength vanished.

‘No… Please, no…’ Lilia's body shook as anguish consumed him. In a final act of desperation, Lilia threw his head back and wailed.

“Silver!!”

Next->

*Poor Lilia, he was so close and yet…

*Super big thanks to everyone who commented here and on Ao3! I can’t tell you how happy they all made me!

*I’m surprised how long this turned out as when I first wrote it, it was around 1,200 but here we are.

*Lilia’s a bit OOC as even in the dreamworld with hell breaking loose, he would have noticed Silver’s mental break down, however, I tweaked him for drama purposes.

*But yay! We got to see Baul again. I hope he shows up at the end of chapter 7 and gets to talk to Sebek.

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gofancyninjaworld · 5 months

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Garou in the Manga and Webcomic

So… the differences between Garou in the manga and the webcomic, how they're turning out, and what I make of it? Sure, for a story that seemed to be following the webcomic's tracks, Garou's trajectory sure has gone elsewhere (so far).

This is seriously long, and I make no apologies.

Let me start with the easy part, what I make of it. I think ONE is a DAMN LUCKY WRITER. You can't write something without wondering, at least in passing, how else you might have developed a character, a scene, what might have been. Heck, you can't make a decision in life without glancing occasionally at the path not taken and wondering where it might have led. ONE has gotten to not only wonder how else he might have taken the story of One-Punch Man, but to flesh out and publish TWO VERSIONS, and have audiences enthusiastically read both. Lucky, lucky man. A dog with two tails couldn't be happier and I'm glad for him. I'm also the greedy person double-fisting on story goodness. Mama didn't raise no picky eater! I find a lot to enjoy in both realisations of Garou.

Now for the tough part. I think I'm going to answer this from two perspectives, the in-story (intradiegetic) approach and the out-of-story (extradiegetic) one. I feel both are needed here for a reasonably comprehensive answer.

Rest below the cut.

A: In-Story

Garou's problems There isn't a change in the fundamental character, motivations, or outlook between WC!Garou and Manga!Garou. Same highly-driven, cocky, sarcastic martial arts genius. Same keen observation of the vissitudes of the world, and same soft heart that breaks at how little is done about it. Same issue with heroes as the saviours of the world. Same grandiose plan to make the world safe through terror. Same love of speechifying. The difference lies in what happened.

If I were going to put a finger on the most important difference in how things turned out, I'd put it on the issue of softness. Even if you reject all performances of toxic masculinity, as a young man, it's impossible not to internalise some of its poison. Garou is a soft guy -- and he's ashamed of his softness. When he feels he's being soft, he sees it as weakness and lashes out. Even before Saitama points this out on the battlefield in the WC, we see Garou feel that weakness and choose to lash out by trying to kill Saitama when the latter lets him off for dashing-and-dining. It's a good thing he picked Saitama, no? However, even there, there is a difference: WC!Garou is more focused on the opportunity to hunt a hero, while Manga!Garou is stung by his feeling pathetic at being pitied by even a no-name hero.

Fascinating, the change between hunting and murder attempt

In the WC, ONE doesn't make further use of this afterwards, but he comes to revisit the issue in the manga, in the aftermath of Garou accidentally saving several people and Saitama pointing out that he has a hero's instincts. While Saitama taunted Garou a bit in the webcomic so the latter would give him everything he had, it's nothing compared to the relentlessness with which Saitama keeps pressing Garou's buttons, and that combination made everything much worse.

Garou spells it out for us," I can't let myself forget this anger… not until the entirety of humanity has been made to suffer the same pain and despair I did!" Recalling the people thanking him, he thinks, "It was that simple to make my preparation and resolve waver. That's how pathetic I was…and it fucking pisses me off!" It's that incident that opened the door to how differently things went.

This is it: the point where Manga!Garou resolves to really do evil rather than Evil Lite.

Manga!Garou isn't the only guy to act this way. Even within the same arc, we see two heroes, Flashy Flash and Superalloy Darkshine, also lash out when they feel their egoes threatened. ONE shows how weak, destructive, and self-defeating this is. Fortunately, they tried hitting beings who could hit them back harder. Good!

They both had it coming: let's hope that they eventually improve themselves.

Unfortunately, what usually happens is that a bloke looking to lash out to assuage his internal feelings of weakness meets people he can punch down on, and BOY HOWDY DID GAROU PUNCH DOWN. Besides being literally poison to anyone around, his refusal to leave came from his dark joy at finally being able to provoke the fear and panic he'd hoped to from his mere presence. He targeted and murdered Genos, not just because he wanted to provoke Saitama into showing him all he had, but because he figured (correctly) that this would hurt Saitama as no punch he cared to throw could. And God, did he want to wipe that stupid smile off that bald guy's face.

It is very important to note that WC!Garou also met "God", but all he got out of the deal was a fancier outfit that Saitama quickly punched off him. It's the toxic determination to cause pain that marks the difference with Manga!Garou.

At the end of the day, His Yeastiness is a facilitator, not a controller.

It appalls a lot of readers to think that the lovely Garou, whom we so want to admire and root for as the underdog, can also be the same Garou who is so ugly, but it's the truth: all people are capable of all things.

We can well look some askance at Saitama for taunting Garou to do his worst rather than just beating him down and giving him a good talking-to, but the responsibility for his actions all lies on Garou. Say what you like about Garou, but you can never accuse him of riding on others' coattails: he has slapped away every hand proffered to him, so for him to recognise his limits and humble himself to ask Saitama for help is a huge credit to his strength of character and courage. He taught Saitama how to travel back in time to stop him from making the same mistake, and bravely persisted even though it cost him his life.

The manga explores what Garou could be much more thoroughly than the WC does (this is not a criticism of the WC -- I'll come back to that later), showing us both the heights of how noble he can be and the depths of how toxic he can also be.

Farewell, noble prince.

Who cares? By this, I don't mean this as a slight to the reader, but rather as a way of noting that the comparison is incomplete without also considering who cares about Garou in each version. WC!Garou is really alone. Yes, Bang goes out to stop him, and, notably, the old man finds himself moved to sorrow rather than rage when Garou is finally stopped by Saitama. However, as of yet, there has been no further meeting nor reconciliation between the two.

The contrast with Manga!Bang is fascinating. While Manga!Bang is no angel (indeed, we learn that he is a deeply selfish man… learn? We kinda knew that), he really does give up everything (the regard he enjoyed as a martial artist, his dojo, and his hero career) in an attempt, not to subdue Garou, but to bring him back to the good side, the same way his elder brother did for him so many decades ago. You need a heart of stone not to be moved by his acknowledging how he has failed as a master and all but begging Garou for a chance to start over.

When Garou runs away at the end of the night, Manga!Bang goes to find him and persuades him to turn himself in. When Garou's parents refuse to come and pick up their son -- as an 18-year-old, Garou is a minor -- Manga!Bang steps in as his guardian, goes with him to the police to answer for the one outstanding crime (the dine-and-dashing), accompanies him to apologise to the heroes he hunted, and is very present in Garou's life. Even if I'm giving Bang's tough love regimen the side-eye, the way that Manga!Garou hasn't been abandoned unloved into the world to fend for himself is a welcome development. It's interesting to see some of Bang's former students who left because they didn't trust that Bang would not favour Garou even though the latter beat them up, have started to come back to see if the old man really has changed.

What really matters If you will forgive my diverging a second, one of the fun things ONE comes to frequently is that we don't know what will make us happy. In chapter 85 (86 in print), the panel of Fubuki staring agog at the sight of several heroes stuffed in Saitama's tiny apartment, with Bang, Bomb, and Genos all tending their wounds, really stands out to me. Not 24 hours ago, there is no way Genos would have been comfortable enough to start repairing himself with the other heroes around: this point marked his no longer being 'the weird new guy' and rather being 'one of the guys'. If you had told Genos that he was looking for acceptance, he'd say you were talking nonsense, and yet, acceptance is one of the things he's looking for, even though he doesn't know it.

Garou isn't looking for acceptance, but he is looking to be seen and appreciated. Even as he grumbles about being made to clean the dojo and go to court-mandated jobs, Manga!Garou really is happy to be doing something to build the dojo back up. Just as importantly, working day-by-day to build up rather than tear down has brought WC!Garou a sense of peace and perspective. His work ethic and strength being appreciated can't not have an effect on him, even if he isn't cracking a smile when complimented.

Even if he's being either sarcastic or glum, Garou contributing something valuable and being appreciated for it really is something he was searching for.

What about next time? Finally, I'll point out the differences in what's facing them. Because Saitama solved his internal problems by pointing out that he was a frustrated hero at heart, WC!Garou's ongoing problems are largely external. He's an outlaw who needs a way to be rehabilitated into society. I'm hoping that the Neo Heroes affair offers Garou a way to redeem himself and get outstanding charges dropped. Working under the table, unable to get full working benefits, go to school, own a house and the like on account of unspent criminal convictions gets old fast.

Persisting and building despite all the fools harassing him, WC!Garou is developing some maturity fast.

Manga!Garou has not had to critically examine his beliefs yet, so he's not convinced he's wrong. What he does know is that he absolutely does not want to become a monster and that hunting heroes is a stupid idea. There's an internal struggle that needs to be finished here. He also has external problems: Bang's very helpfulness in getting so many charges against him dropped, means that there are going to be a lot of people out there in the story who feel he hasn't been punished enough. It is going to be exacerbated by the fact that Bang plans to introduce him to the Hero Association as a new hero, and Sicchi fully intends to parachute him into Class S despite knowing that all hell will break loose among the heroes. I don't think Garou's yet been told of this plan -- expect fireworks.

At the moment, Garou's ongoing ambitions are being treated as a joke. But like most things OPM, it won't be a damn bit funny when it comes up again.

B: Out-Of-Story

The art of constraint The differences in the space and time available to the manga and the webcomic really do matter. Just as you can say the same thing in a short poem, a short story, and a novel, the form of the art creates both restrictions and opportunities in how ideas are explored and expressed.

I think ONE is using both the super-compact storytelling of the webcomic and the more expansive saga of the manga well, but they create different possibilities. The webcomic is compact, and interestingly, ONE has usually preferred to focus on the characters sequentially: when it's a character's turn to get their fish fried, we see their fish thoroughly scaled, gutted, filleted, dredged in flour, fried to a crisp and served with a garnish. Their problems are pulled out, they face their crisis, it gets resolved with Saitama's help, and they're kicked out into the cold to make room for the next character. We don't mind seeing them again, but they've had their anagnorisis, they've had their peripeteia, they've had their denouement, and all they have to do is go and implement what they've learned. It's very satisfying, very compact.

However, the manga has a lot more space -- it's after all, the paid jobs of ONE, the workaholic artist Murata, Murata's assistants, and the staff at Shueisha -- and so, it's got more bandwidth. The manga tends to do character development in parallel: we see a lot of characters facing challenges and developing in tandem. Very little needs to be finished at a given time, and so ONE is happy to leave characters with further work still to do.

WC!Garou got his answer all neatly tied up. He was in a position to swallow that bitter pill, and so when we see him, he's working out how to live and has renounced his old beliefs. Manga!Garou has not had any neat answers. On the one hand, it's less satisfying to us as readers, but on the other hand, it gives Manga!Garou much more scope to develop over time to become someone WC!Garou can't imagine being.

Swings and roundabouts: ONE does not believe in giving characters what they haven't worked for, and so where there's less space for characters to work things out, there's also limits to what can be explored. However, he doesn't shortchange the webcomic characters: they get the right amount of development for the space in the webcomic.

No nuclear-powered truths for Garou in the manga; instead, a deliberately more open observation that leaves him more to work out.

A colder world Without a doubt, I'd rather live in the webcomic version of the OPM universe than the manga one. For a given timepoint, the manga universe is so much more dangerous it's not even funny. However, if you ask most readers, without thinking, they'd say the webcomic is the darker place. It isn't, but what it is, is bleaker feeling. A major part of that is that there is less interaction between characters. Not a lot less, just sufficiently less to start to matter, and that compounds. I'm not going to belabour this point: I've already written about it elsewhere.

Since one of ONE's wheelhouses is that we need others in order to be fully ourselves, with even the negative interactions having value, the webcomic becomes an increasingly bleak reflection of the manga for the characters, as we see how many opportunities they've lost. And I'm sure that part of the reason WC!Garou appears so subdued is that he's having to face the reality that he really is all alone in the world -- and he's got no one to blame but himself. It's funny, even when we say that we don't give a fuck about others, we sure hope that at least a few others will give a fuck about us.

If you want me to sum up where they are in their respective stories, WC!Garou has hit rock bottom and is rebuilding his life one brick at a time, while Manga!Garou has been spared hitting rock bottom (for now: the rock bottom he was heading for was 100% fatal). The latter's day of reckoning is yet to come but come it surely will.

Summary

In short, chaos theory rules here: small changes to initial conditions lead to large changes in outcome, all while being quasi-deterministic. I think both are good explorations of the character in context.

#OPM #meta #long #from webcomic to manga #Garou

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5, 14, 15, 17

More outsiders asks? Heck yeah!

5. What are your favourite ships?

a) Curly Shepard x Ponyboy Curtis- idk why other than the fact that fanon Curly seems to balance out Ponyboy perfectly, and that I read a Curly fit on ffn when I was like fifteen that fundamentally changed my brain chemistry

b) Steve Randle x Sodapop Curtis- I don’t like any other within gang ship but Soda and Steve make sense to me and ngl my closeted ass clocked them as gay when I was reading the book because of the ‘pillow fight’ scene. I genuinely answered a comprehension question in class like ‘Ponyboy’s naïveté is shown through the fact he believes soda never drinks and that Soda and Steve were having a pillow fight when they slept together’ and my teacher had to be like oh sweetie no….

c) Marcia x Two-bit Matthews- Not a HUGE fan but they had such chemistry and I wish that could’ve been explored. I’m actually working on a fit about them rn, just because I wanna explore Marcia’s psyche. She was fun :)

14. Five headcanons I basically see as canon

a) Steve is secretly SUPER protective of Ponyboy, partially because he knows Sodapop would never be ok if something ever happened to Pony and he couldn’t stand it if Soda’s spark ever went out, but also because he wants Ponyboy to have the happy childhood he never had.

b) Darry absolutely dotes on Ponyboy, even though he’s strict, he’s lenient about letting Pony go places and works overtime to make sure he can afford to get Ponyboy everything he needs (and some stuff he simply wants), especially after Windrixville.

c) Johnny Cade is scary looking. Full stop. The gang just doesn’t see him that way so it doesn’t show in Ponyboy’s narration

d) Dallas Winston had a good mom and a happy childhood and her death was the catalyst that made him into the hoodlum he was.

e) Sodapop Curtis absolutely drinks, Ponyboy just doesn’t believe he does and Soda is not anxious to correct him because he doesn’t want Ponyboy to see him differently

15. Five headcanons that are entirely self-indulgent

a) Angela Shepard and Curly Shepard have to share a room because Tim refuses to share with anyone. Neither of them actually hates it half as much as they pretend they do.

b) Part of why Curly and Ponyboy became close was because Ponyboy was struggling with getting over his concussion, and the side effects were really stressful for him (dizzy spells, blurry vision, absentmindedness) and Curly kinda helped him with it because Curly spent 90% of his childhood concussed so he knew what Pony was going through

c) Tim Shepard and Sylvia are best friends and would kill for each other but not die for each other. However, they would avenge each other’s deaths.

d) Steve Randle wishes more than anything in the world that Darry Curtis was actually his irl older brother

e) Two-bit’s little sister HATES Ponyboy Curtis because her older brother spends more time playing older brother to him than he spends actually being an older brother to her.

17. Are there any criticisms or salt you have with the book?

My criticisms with the book lie with the author. SE Hinton has proven to be homophobic and racist, and its written into the book, which is my biggest issue. I love the story of The Outsiders but do not want to support Hinton or her harmful, bigoted ideology under any circumstances. (For anyone out there who wants a copy of the book but doesn’t want to support Hinton, you can find a free pdf online, all you gotta do is google it)

On a slightly lighter note, I would have loved to have seen more of the female characters in the book. Marcia in particular had so much potential, and I wish we’d seen one actual scene with Sandy or Sylvia.

Thanks for the ask!!!!!

#the outsiders #angela shepard #curly shepard #tim shepard #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #headcanon #two bit mathews #marcia the outsiders #marcia x two bit #purly #steve randle #stevepop

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Hi ^⁠_⁠^

Can I request p5 boys (inc Akechi) comforting there s/o who is mourning over death of someone who was very close to them so close the they consider them a (her only one)family to her ? Later on finding out she have a palace bc of it ?

Thank u:)

Mourning

Cast Line Up: Akira Kurusu, Ryuji Sakamoto, Yusuke Kitagawa, and Goro Akechi

A/N: Thank you for the request, Sorry I took so long to post this! I also didn't write any scenarios for this one because its already pretty long, and I couldn't think of anything :( sorry! I hope you enjoy it regardless!

Warnings: Mentions of loss, mentions of overprotective/over baring/suffocating behavior in akechis, mentions of third semester, mild neglection, kinda angsty(?), some fluff as well, cuddles and cute stuff, Not spell checked!!

Please let me know if i missed anything!

Word count: 1189

Akira Kurusu~

this man is a very comforting person to be around

his scent is nice, the soft but bold smell of coffee clings to him from Leblanc

he's a very soft person, whether it be his voice, his hair, or even just him in general.

he also can be quite quiet sometimes, so he's a good person to vent to or talk to. he doesn't pry, and is a very good listener.

he won't cling to you, and certainly won't push you to speak or hang out with him. he want's to give you as much space as you want and need.

will make food for you, and check up on you, just to make sure that your still staying healthy.

tries his best to act like normal, but is still very kind with you and careful; he doesn't want to bring up any emotions or bad feelings.

however, he doesn't want to act so normal that you feel like your being neglected or that he's trying to ignore your feelings

as soon as he finds out you have a palace he blames himself

"Why wasn't i there for Y/N?" "i should have tried harder to be there for them.."

it crushes him, it truly does that your desires got so out of whack because of this

he feels like a terrible boyfriend. he should have noticed that you were going through this, he thinks

in reality it isn't his fault; the person you lost was very close to you, and it was kind of bound to happen (the palace)

he makes it his first priority to save you, and make sure that your state doesn't get any worse

after all is said and done, he makes sure to check up on you more and make sure that you know your not alone, even though he can't replace the person you lost.

Ryuji Sakamoto~

definitely the best to comfort you.

he's lost people in his life, and knows what you need. You need some attention, not enough to be smothered, but enough that you know your not alone in this.

after his dad left (even though he was a terrible person), it messed him up, and he felt more alone then ever. he didn't have anyone like you to help him through it

he wants to make sure you don't feel the way he did, so he makes sure to check up on you

the same as Akira, makes sure you've been eating and drinking, but also makes sure you've been keeping up with hygiene.

he'll invite you over and run you a nice bath, and while you take it he will prepare snacks and a movie, with your favourite fluffy blanket of course.

lots of snuggles. again, he makes sure you always have space to back up or move away from him incase you feel suffocated.

when he hears from Mishima that you asked for your own heart to be changed via the phan-site, he makes it his goal to help you.

he tries not to linger on bad thoughts to much, and tries not to let himself take the blame; he knows its not his fault.

that being said, he still feels bad about it all, he can't help it you are his s/o after all

as soon as your heart has been changed he's coming to visit you, with some sort of gift, maybe a teddy bear, or even just some snacks

you guys watch a movie, play a game, read manga together, heck whatever you want as long as he can be with you

Yusuke Kitagawa~

he's a clueless boy

not the best at sensing when you need to be comforted, and also not the best at sensing when you need space

in fact, he's quite bad at it.

he may have lost his mother and father, but he was quite young when it happened, and he tries not to think of Madarame to much

still, he is aware of the situation and tries his best to comfort you

he gives nice hugs, probably because of his height, and is also very gentle with you

he treats you very delicately, and tries his best to be delicate with words as well, as not to say anything that might trigger you or make you feel a wave of bad emotions.

he tries to make you food

he's not very good at it, but he's learned a thing or two from living in a school dorm by himself.

sometimes he'll just resort to buying you some food (if he has money)

one of the few ways he is good at showing that he is there for you, is by making you stuff.

he paints, sketches, crafts, heck he even tries using clay.

he makes you all sorts of stuff from trinkets to full on paintings.

when he find out about your desire to have your heart changed, it hits him like a truck, especially because you told him yourself, even if you don't know he's a phantom thief

your the only person he has left, really, and he wants to take care of you more than anything in the world.

he's quick to change your heart, and after he comes to see you

he is out of characteristically romantic with you and gentle with you, even more so than he already is

he's just happy that your here with him, and that you didn't start to feel worse.

he vows to be better at comforting you in the future and paying more attention to you.

Goro Akechi

it doesn't matter if it's third semester akechi or not, he too is also terrible at comforting you

he does try, really, he just isn't really sure how to do it right

growing up he never got comforting for anything. not until you showed up.

its still a very new concept for him, but he wants to be there for you so he tries as best as he can

and for the most part he's ok. the only problem is that he's over baring. its almost suffocating.

he always knows when your upset, its like his sixth sense

the only problem is that he can't tell if your upset because of the loss, or because of him.

he actually refuses to even think its him unless you bring it up

he's good at taking care of you. he buys you food, helps you stay on top of hygiene, helps you with laundry.

its just that he acts like you are completely uncapable of doing ANYTHING. it's like he's taken control of your life.

when he does find out about your palace, he's heartbroken.

you are the ONLY positive thing in his life. his sweet little flower that he protects and cherishes more than anything.

VERY QUICK to get rid of your palace.

he soon after realises that he was kind of bad at comforting you and the he was waaaaaay to over the top.

he makes sure to give you as much space as you need now, but is also much sweeter than you. before he had discovered your palace, he didn't know that the death had effected you as much as it did, and now he wants to show you his unconditional love and support.

#persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #p5 #goro akechi #akira #persona #ren amamiya #goro akechi x reader #ren amamiya x reader #Goro akechi #goro #akechi #p5r #persona 5 royal #akira kurusu

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