#i get the sense this was supposed to be the last area tbh

[goldensunset]

huge fan of the glaseido mountain music so far

#i guess there’s no ‘northern province’ it’s just multiple areas #but still #i’m so hyped that i’ve finally worked my way up to the northern section of the map #i’ve been taking things in order one part of the map at a time basically #what is it with video games and making final areas ice levels #i mean this isn’t the final area for me of course cuz like i said there are other things in the northern province area #but i’m gonna be doing stuff slightly out of my usual order #i’ve got two gyms two team star bases and one titan left #gonna tackle the ice gym now then go out east to one of the team star bases then go way west to the last titan #then get the last team star base then get the last gym #so it’ll be a kinda wonky and inefficient path but it’s all according to keikaku #goldie’s pokémon violet liveblog #i love ice levels in video games so much… #and they usually have some of my favorite music too #i get the sense this was supposed to be the last area tbh #look i would’ve done that northeastern team star base a lot earlier if i could’ve #but i physically could not find a way to get to that region without going up and over and through the mountains first #it was surrounded by sheer cliffs on all sides #and i didn’t wanna take on the mountain until i was really ready to commit to going to that area

[astridthevalkyrie]

your match is made | xavier x reader

“I know,” he continues, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “that the people in our classes, the nobles, the folks in the marketplace, they all hold me in high regard.” “Xavier,” you try to argue weakly, already feeling your heartbeat speed up from where this conversation is going. The thought of losing him, of losing your best friend, your prince, your everything, it is paralyzing. “Please don’t—” “I know that my weapon of choice is a longsword.” “Stop,” you whisper. But he doesn’t, and he looks directly into your eyes with an open, honest sincerity written all over his face. Like this is his truth, even though it is yours. “And I know that you have known me all your life, and I feel that I have known you for even longer than that.”

cw: fluff, like that's it that's literally it this is so fluffy

word count: 6.6k

a/n: lyric credits used in this fic: téir abhaile riú by celtic woman <- fire song btw, listen to bless your ears, it also sets the vibe of this fic very nicely tbh. jeremiah's my favorite boyfailure.

Lanterns hang from every available line in and around the town square, brightening any block lucky enough to fall under its horizon. In every corner and roadblock, there are carts littering the streets, dozens upon dozens of merchants calling out their best prices on their finest goods, all the way from fabrics stitched by the very same threads used for the royals’ robes, to common sweet chocolates that all the teenagers are purchasing in bulk to share with their friends and younger siblings. There is room to move around, but there is not a single area that is not bustling with people, either trying to purchase steamed corn from the stalls or simply enjoying the festivities with their families. And in the center of it all, the bards play with such finesse that their fingers may as well be the source of the music rather than the instruments. 

Such is the celebration of lights, a celebration of the light. Of Philos, of this miracle that humanity has been gifted with. Every year without fail, the people gather in the town square to commemorate this historic occasion, and every year without fail, it is the grandest jamboree you have ever bore witness to.

“C’mon, Xavier,” Jeremiah protests out loud, “what would be the point of having the crown prince with us if he refuses to pay for our meals?”

Xavier simply shakes his head, the serene smile never leaving his face as he denies Jeremiah for the third time tonight—he clearly derives great pleasure from doing it. “I’d hate to rob you of the chance to participate in Philos’ market tonight of all nights.”

Jeremiah groans at his right, and from Xavier’s left, you giggle. It’s the same routine every single year, and at every occasion to be honest, and yet Jeremiah never stops trying to emphasize the difference in his wealth versus the royal family’s. Xavier, who you think would give his last dime to an ant if it looked hungry enough, looks like he loves refusing Jeremiah more than participating in any one of the activities tonight. 

The spicy aroma of rice cakes fills your senses then, and you let out a longing sigh as you look to the stall decorated with steaming bowls on all sides. “I’m starting to get hungry too, now.”

Both of them follow your gaze, where the vendor is hurriedly turning this way and that to discuss prices and accept payments, while three of his chefs work in the back, delivering more as the demand increases. Xavier hums quietly, then takes out a small black pouch from his pocket.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to eat.” He holds out the bag for you to take, but before you can, Jeremiah scoffs, loudly.

“Oh, that’s sick.” He points an accusing finger at the prince. “That’s sick! If you keep playing favorites, you’re going to get betrayed when you take the throne, I hope you know. I swear I’m going to lead a revolution against you myself.”

“Do you really think my grandis knight would ever let you harm me?” Xavier shoots back, and you beam as Jeremiah rolls his eyes, snatching the pouch straight out of his fingers.

“I’ll take this, and I’m going to get two”—he holds up two fingers for emphasis—”two bowls, and I’m not sharing. Your grandis knight can split her portion with you.” With that, he stomps off in a huff, leaving Xavier with his head tilted and a confused expression on his face.

“I don’t understand. There should be enough coins for three bowls.”

“He’ll get you a bowl.” You raise your voice enough for Jeremiah to hear as he walks. “He’s very grateful that you offered your money, isn’t that right, Jermy?”

Jeremiah makes a rude gesture without even turning back to face you, and you laugh, grabbing Xavier’s wrist to follow him. If it were any other member of the royal family, they’d be getting swarmed right about now, and would likely require at least ten guards to stand around them at all times to ward people off. That is how the king and queen sit, a few blocks away from the main festival, up on a platform elevated high enough that no one could think to climb it, with Lightseekers both in front of them and on the ground, safe and observing the celebration from a distance. Philos’ crown prince is different. Xavier is out in the town with the common folk so frequently that he’s almost lost all the celebrity status his title comes with. Of course, that makes him popular in an entirely different way. The people in the market always seem happy that someone of such high status would lower himself enough to walk and talk amongst them.

His hand slips lower as the two of you go after Jeremiah, warm fingers intertwining with yours. You think little of it, reckoning he doesn’t want to get separated with so many people around. Xavier isn’t one to shy away from touch, at any rate. Once you spar with someone enough, it’s only natural to become physically comfortable with one another. He places his hands on your shoulders when he wants to guide you somewhere, bandages your cuts with his own calloused palms, presses his lips to your forehead to check whether you’re sick or not. In the face of all that, him holding your hand while running through a bustling crowd is hardly surprising.

Jeremiah is waving the pouch in the air hopelessly, trying to be noticed amongst the rest, when the vendor spots the two of you. “Xavier!” he calls happily. “Good timing, I have a fresh bowl ready just for you!”

“Unbelievable,” your chestnut-haired friend mutters under his breath, elbowing you as you laugh at his misfortune. Xavier steps closer, and you see him hold up two fingers to ask for more. When he points over, you wave to the vendor, who waves back before calling out instructions over his shoulder. In almost an instant, he has three steaming bowls filled with rice cakes ready for you to take. Your mouth almost waters at the sight. 

Xavier picks up one of them to offer to you, which you take gratefully. Taking a few steps to the side to avoid crashing into anyone, the three of you find a relatively less crowded place to dig in. 

Before you can take a heaping sip from the spoon, he gently takes your wrist and blows on the hot broth, meeting your eyes with a soft, concerned look. “Be careful.”

“I’m always careful,” you remind him teasingly, but blow some air of your own onto the spoon before finally digging in. As the flavors explode inside your palate, you hold back a moan at how good it tastes.

“Miss Knight!” a high-pitched voice calls out, and you turn in time to see a tiny pink blur moving past people’s legs. 

“Adelaide!” You hand your bowl to Jeremiah, who passes it to Xavier without even blinking, and kneel down to catch the blur in your arms. “Look at you, you look so pretty! I love your dress!”

The little girl’s eyes light up at the compliment. “Thank you! Miss Knight,” she bounces up and down eagerly, “I made something for you!” In her hands, she holds out a product of one of the several craft stalls set up for the children during the festival, a simple but elegant flower crown that she holds out like a grand prize. And from how your heart melts, it may as well be. 

“Oh, how beautiful. Thank you so much. Would you put it on for me?” You tilt your head down, and she places it on with all the care a child of six years would have. You know you’ll have a difficult time getting it out in a while after the flowers tangle with your hair, but you don’t mind at all. Adelaide is your favorite person to visit whenever the three of you come to town, the daughter of the seamstress who makes your uniforms, and you’d do anything to see her smile the way she is now.

“You look like a princess,” she says in awe. Your cheeks warm, and you stand up, gesturing to the other two.

“Speaking of which, you remember Xavier and Jeremiah, don’t you?”

Her small hands grip your dress robes as she hides behind your legs, peeking out at them. Xavier, with both his hands occupied holding your bowl and his own, merely smiles encouragingly at her, while Jeremiah waves. “Hiya, Adelaide. Your dress looks awesome!”

From the corner of your eye, you see her face turn bright red, and right as you’re about to coo inwardly about her adorable little crush, you hear someone calling her name. All your heads turn, as an older blonde boy, out of breath, almost pushes past people in his rush to run to her. 

“I told you not to run off like that! You could get lost—oh.” He stops short when he sees you, blinking as the color returns to his cheeks after his run. “H-hi there.”

“Hi, Neville.” You smile at Adelaide’s older brother, who’s almost always around when you visit. “Enjoying the celebration?”

“Definitely—I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you, I was helping Mother with her stall, a-and I didn’t know your master would give you the night off.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for the world. And the grandis knight is at the king’s side, he could hardly stay to train me on such an important night.”

“Right.” He stands with his hands on Adelaide’s shoulders, only staring, seemingly forgetting why he’s there in the first place. For a few moments, no words are said at all.

Right when you’re about to cough awkwardly, he snaps back to attention. “Um, would you like to dance?”

“She can’t,” Xavier says immediately, almost making you jump. He’s almost right behind you, looming over your shoulder and staring Neville straight in the eyes with an expression you’ve never seen on him before. 

“Xavier!” The blonde bows clumsily (and unnecessarily) before straightening up, an unspoken question in his eyes. He looks between you and Xavier, and while you hadn’t been planning to agree to his request in the first place, you look at Xavier curiously as well. He’s never before dictated what you do during the celebration, whether you’re with him and Jeremiah or with some of the others in your class. 

“She can’t,” he says again, a bit more softly, “she can’t, because…” He takes one glance at you, then down at the two bowls in his hand, then looks back up. “She’s already going to dance with Jeremiah.”

“What?” both you and your supposed dance partner question at the same time. 

“You’ve been meaning to ask her to dance the whole night.” Xavier’s blue eyes fall on Jeremiah, with a pointed gaze. “This song is about to end, I think now is as good a time as any.”

“But I’m eating!” he whines, shaking the bowl in his hands as though to beg Xavier to take pity on him.

“I’d be happy to dance with her before Jeremiah steps in—” Neville offers, but he’s cut off by Xavier again, and this time his voice is icier, and his eyes are narrowed on Jeremiah who’s pouting at him.

“No, I think Jeremiah should do it now before it’s too late.”

Whatever message he’s trying to get across, Jeremiah clearly understands it, groaning and taking one last sip before grabbing your hand and tugging you to the main grounds. You’re only slightly irked that no one actually waited for your answer on whether you wanted to dance or not. But you’re more confused than anything else. Just a few minutes ago, both of them were fine, what could have happened so soon to make Xavier sound so cold?

“Have you really been meaning to ask me to dance all night?” you try asking, but Jeremiah only rolls his eyes.

“Please shut up. I already have to deal with His Majesty the Oblivious Idiot tonight, I can’t deal with both of you.”

“What are you talking about—”

“Miss Grandis Knight!” one of the bards, the violinist, waves to you. You’re momentarily distracted, smiling at her. It’s quite nice, if maybe a bit egotistical, to hear anyone call you what you’re trying so hard to be even when you haven’t achieved it yet. “Coming to dance?”

“I am!” you shout back cheerfully. “Give me a good one!”

She thinks for a few seconds, then makes a motion to the other musicians. Placing the violin against her collarbone delicately, she begins to pluck a familiar tune, one that has you lighting up and has the crowd cheering. Even Jeremiah grins as the two of you face each other, both of you well versed in proper dance etiquette from taking the same classes growing up. 

First, he bows, mimicked by the other men in the large circle that’s formed, extending a hand to their dance partners. Then you, and the other ladies, curtsy, and with a light step you take his hand and begin the dance. The bards begin to sing the contagious melody, as you and Jeremiah step in place, back and forth, your arms extending then coming together, before he twirls you under his arm. Both of you are laughing for no real reason, perhaps aside from how frivolous this is compared to the fighting techniques you’re usually partaking in together.

The song builds, and builds, and his hands slip to your waist, helping you leap across him before he ducks his head dramatically. The violinist calls your name, pointing at you to sing the next verse. Through your giggles, your cheeks warm at the attention, but you oblige.

Swishing your dress around you, you bounce off Jeremiah, pointing at him with a flourish. “Come now and follow me down, down to the lights of Galway where—�� Your eye catches Xavier’s, who’s watching you as though you’re the main event. With everyone else’s attention already on you, you’re not sure if you can possibly take any more, but something about his gaze makes your chest feel lighter, as though in this celebration of lights, the real light is the one staring at you, the one who has eyes for no one else. “There's fine sailors walking the town, and waiting to meet the ladies there!”

The bards take over the song again, yet the spell doesn’t break. As Jeremiah twirls you again and hands you off to the next man, switching dance partners easily, you beckon Xavier towards you, urging him to join. 

The night is young, you try to convey to him wordlessly, and I don’t want to be without you.

He steps forward, as you switch dance partners again. While you hadn’t meant to dance in the first place, it makes you feel lightheaded in a good way. The movements you have to do are light as opposed to rough and unforgiving on your muscles, and the alternating hands on your body handle you as gently as possible instead of trying to seek out all your weak points. 

Your head tilts to the side, trying to see if Xavier entered the fray or not. You’ve lost sight of him, in a different part of the circle now, and you can’t search properly without breaking the formation of the dance and ruining everyone’s fun. The next person you spin into ends up being Neville, who chuckles shyly and tells you, “Not bad, Miss Grandis Knight!”

His moves are far more stiff than Jeremiah’s, but far be it from you to judge when he hasn’t had formal training. The important thing is that he tries, and you still have fun, and besides, the song is ending now. You’re almost back to where you started in the circle, just one more spin and—

A familiar, calloused hand grazes yours, skimming down the side of your arm. You gasp at this touch, far more coarse than the others, and the only one to leave you breathless, not least because it’s accompanied by the striking blue of Xavier’s eyes. 

When he extends and brings you closer, it is more than just natural. Xavier is of royal blood, it is almost as if he was born to do this. Your feet step with his without you having to look down, so familiar with his balance and pace from years and years and years of sparring together. And not even once do you break away from his piercing gaze, because you’re nervous that if you do, he might just disappear.

The song comes to an end, with a final step forward and your hands on Xavier’s chest, and everyone erupts into cheers. The noise surrounding you makes the silence between you and him all the more deafening.

As the two of you simply stare at each other, breathing in sync, one of his hands reaches up, first resting on your cheek before then making its way up to gently adjust the flower crown that had slanted on your head while you were dancing. Once he fixes it, his head tilts down, just enough that his nose brushes against yours, and a smile forms on your lips.

“I am very pleased you joined, my liege.” Your eyes shine in gratitude.

Xavier opens his mouth to respond, and that’s exactly when Jeremiah chooses to slump against his shoulder, yawning. “Oh man, I’m spent. When do we go back to the academy?”

Xavier looks mildly disgruntled. “This is going to go on for hours,” you tell him, frowning, “we can’t leave now. Besides, the fireworks will start soon.”

“Another dance?” the crown prince suggests, sliding your palm into his. 

Jeremiah gives him an unimpressed look. “Give it a rest.”

Stepping past the two of them, you look at all the tables mostly occupied by children being distracted by someone painting little butterflies and stars on their faces or the tiny flutes that are passed out for them to blow into. One of the pastry vendors is handing out baked goods for free, and while you didn’t actually get any chance to eat earlier, you want to find something to actually do. You’re not tired after dancing; on the contrary, now you’re restless and brimming with energy. 

“Come on,” you declare readily, taking both their hands and pulling them into the ruckus. Your boys have little choice but to come along with you. Your feet will start to ache soon too, you’re sure. But for now, while they don’t, and while the way Xavier was staring at you is still burned into your mind, you want to enjoy yourself.

Once again, his fingers tangle with yours, clinging to your hand warmly—a stark difference to Jeremiah’s, which you have to grip onto harder to make sure he doesn’t get left behind. He whines and complains the whole time, telling you he’s sore all over and that the three of you should try and beat the rush by leaving early. You’re used to this routine every year, so you’re not fazed. Nor is he serious, because even though you could physically force him to stay, Jeremiah never tries to leave until you and Xavier are good and ready.

As you run, different students in your section call out to you and Jeremiah. People are just slightly more hesitant to address Xavier directly, but you’ve never understood such a thing. The last thing he is is intimidating. Well, maybe place a sword in his hand and he becomes slightly fearsome (to everyone except you). There’s still no need to pretend that Xavier ever struts around demanding everyone show him the highest respects. He’s the furthest thing from arrogant.

It makes you feel proud, really, knowing you’ll be in the service of Philos’ greatest king.

“Xavier!” someone finally calls out. For a second, you’re thrilled, until you see who it is, and your face falls.

The title of grandis knight comes with a certain authority. Not one that you actually have yet, of course, but people respect the current holder of the position, and as his prized mentee, that respect teeters down to you most of the time. 

Keyword being most.

Just a few months back, you and Lillia had been close friends. You weren’t as close to her as you were to Xavier and Jeremiah, but she was still someone you confided in. You knew a few personal things about her, and she knew a few personal things about you. It was nice to be able to talk to someone who wasn’t a guy, or your trainer, or one of the older students. Just another girl around your age training to become a Lightseeker.

But you should have realized that the respect you garnered by swearing to be the future king’s bodyguard came with a reasonable risk of betrayal as well. And yes, betrayal is a strong word. Technically, nothing happened. There is no accusation you can level at her. At least not without someone calling you hysterical, and that’s hardly needed when you’re already a woman seeking the highest position in the court, second only to the king himself.

It had come down to one night, with just you and her sitting and talking about nothing in particular, when she had leaned in and asked you something.

“So do you like anyone?”

It had been a quiet night, and the two of you had been the only ones awake, holed up in an old classroom, so you hadn’t thought any consequences could come from speaking truthfully—or at least, what you had genuinely believed to be the truth.

“Not really.” You’d shrugged, leaning back on the desk you were sitting on, putting your weight on your palms. “Most of the people in our section aren’t really my type.”

“Really?” Lillia had smiled slyly. “Not even Xavier?”

Your nose had wrinkled—not in disgust, just confusion. “Xavier? Why?”

“What do you mean? You two spend all your time together. You’re always sparring. Doesn’t romantic tension build up after something like that?”

“Maybe if we were equally matched,” you’d huffed, shaking your head, “I always beat him, I certainly don’t feel any tension. Besides, he’s going to be king. And I’m trying my best to be his grandis knight. We could never be in a relationship even if we wanted to be.”

“So you don’t have any interest in him?” she’d asked, a little more forcefully. You’d thought nothing of it at the time. 

“I mean…” Your stomach had twisted a bit uncomfortably and you’d averted your gaze. “If you had a sword to my neck, if I had to choose someone…”

And it had forced you to think about it. A far off scenario, if he wasn’t going to be the king, or if you weren’t going to be the grandis knight, or maybe both. It had been difficult to see Prince Xavier as anything else, but…it wasn’t impossible. If you were both just students, or partners, or even if you worked at that bakery that he loved to frequent. 

If you were just a normal person, and he was as common as everyone else, the first thing you’d thought you’d notice about him would be his eyes. It’s what you notice about him most of the time regardless. He has nice eyes. They have a sincerity in them that most people lack. And he looks at you a lot, so you would know.

He’s not bad to look at either. And he’s kind. A good leader. With a precious heart. And skilled fingers—

Blinking out of the hypnotic thoughts you’d fallen into, you’d hidden your suddenly flustered state as best you could and simply answered, “I suppose if I had to choose to love someone, I’d choose Xavier.”

And that had been that. Or so you thought. Everything had been alright, at least.

Until the next morning, when you’d walked out of your class and seen Lillia’s arms around Xavier’s neck. 

For a second, it had felt like Philos stopped turning on its axis. 

It wasn’t like Xavier had reciprocated. But that was only because he had been too polite to shove her away, and it would’ve been inappropriate to engage in anything further. Crown prince or not, he was still a guy, and obviously a pretty girl pressed into him in such a way would interest him.

And Lillia had caught your eye, and smiled triumphantly, as though to say well, if you don’t want him, then…

Even though you hadn’t said you didn’t want him. Well, you had said you weren’t interested, yes. But you had also told her that if someone held a blaster to your face if you didn’t cherish someone, then you would cherish Xavier. And maybe that hadn’t been a confession, but it hadn’t been you giving her permission to pursue him either. Not that she needed your permission, because it wasn’t like you had a claim on him, and it wasn’t supposed to make your chest burn that he, even for a second, looked at anyone else the way he looked at you.

You hadn’t confided your weak feelings to anyone else after that.

“Hi, Lillia,” Xavier says, snapping you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even realize until now that the three of you had approached her. “What’s this booth for?”

“Oh, it’s amazing,” she gushes, wrapping her hands around his arm and tugging. Your eye twitches. “She’s a fortuneteller. For just a few copper pieces, she’ll answer any one question you want to know about your life.”

“Really?” he asks softly, and all your gazes shift to the woman who bows her head to the prince, sitting in her chair with a purple drape over the small table in front of her. “I’m not sure what I’d want to ask.”

Lillia smirks in a way that makes you uneasy. “Well, I asked about my future partner.”

“Partner? For sparring?”

“For marrying, you dolt,” Jeremiah snorts, “c’mon, Xav, sit down and let’s see which unlucky soul gets to be queen of Philos.”

You’re nervous that he will, and you’re nervous that you won’t like the answer. Because it wouldn’t be you, you’re sure of that. And you shouldn’t want it to be you. That doesn’t mean you think he should be with her, either. What business did Lillia have pursuing Xavier, at any rate? She was training to be a Lightseeker too—but of course, the average knight did not have the same restrictions the grandis knight did—not that it matters because you have no say regardless—

But Xavier shakes his head. “No, it’s okay. My future partner will simply be…whoever the kingdom deems the loveliest of the lot.”

Your heart both inflates and deflates at his response. On one hand, you hadn’t wanted him to have his fortune read, for fear of heartbreak. On the other hand, a part of you had foolishly hoped that he would have the same option to love like everyone else did.

“You should do it,” Jeremiah nudges you with his elbow. Before you can protest, Lillia’s eyes light up.

“Oh, yes, you should! Here, come sit.” 

“Um, I don’t know.” Warily, you gaze over at the fortuneteller, who merely gives you a serene smile. “Is she going to give me someone’s name?”

“No, just a description. She told me my future partner would be someone of noble descent.” Lillia beams, showing off her too-perfect teeth, and suddenly you feel inadequate. You know what she’s implying, even if Xavier doesn’t. After all, there are very few people who would match that description.

So, not wanting to seem like a coward, because the king’s sword is anything but a coward, you step forward, sitting down in the leathery chair. You’re about to reach for your pocket to take out the copper pieces, when Xavier reaches over and places them in the fortuneteller’s palm, giving you an encouraging look that makes your heart sink. Perhaps you should have listened to Jeremiah earlier and called it a night.

When the woman takes your hand, she closes her eyes, running her thumb back and forth against your calluses. Your breath gets stuck in your throat, and you try not to move a muscle. For some reason, it feels like if you so much as twitch, you’ll get the wrong answers, and you’re not even sure what the right answers are. 

Her eyes open, piercing yours with a startling gaze. “Fascinating,” she murmurs, “I see three things about your lover.”

To hear that word—lover, instead of spouse or partner, makes your entire face feel hot. Lillia giggles, saying something under her breath that you don’t catch but makes you feel violent tendencies nonetheless.

“First, he is someone held in very high regard by all around him.”

Oh no.

“Second, a longsword is his weapon of choice.”

Oh no.

“And third, you have known him all your life.”

Well, she may as well have just screamed Xavier’s name at the top of her lungs.

Everyone is silent for a few seconds. There is a heavy pause in the air, because who else could she be referring to? Who else fits that exact description? All Lillia was told was she’d be with someone of noble descent, which could be at least a few people. The painful beating in your chest is onset because there is only one person that your fortune fits. 

You know it, he knows it, even Jeremiah and Lillia know it. 

So you do the only thing you can do. You calmly stand up, offer the fortuneteller a tight-lipped smile, and turn on your heel and run.

Behind you, a few different people call your name, though you note distinctly that Xavier isn’t one of them. After that, even if other people are still recognizing you and trying to get your attention, you can barely think straight enough to identify their voices, let alone respond. You run, out of the town square, out of the festival, out of the sight of anyone who could possibly perceive you.

You run as far as you can before your legs start aching, which, unfortunately for you, takes a long time with your endurance training. By the time you feel even a twinge resembling pain, you’ve already made it a far distance away from the celebration, near the seamstress’ shop. 

With gritted teeth, you heave yourself over the fence, knowing you’re more than welcome in her garden. It’s luscious, orange and lavender chrysanthemums in the center stealing the spotlight from all the other flowers. Instead of going towards them, you curl up next to the lilies, because you already feel unremarkable enough.

It’s not that you think Xavier would be disgusted by you. The two of you are friends—but that’s exactly it, the major problem of having feelings for him. Besides the fact that you are supposed to brandish your sword in his name, you cannot like him because you’d rather die than lose your best friend. You couldn’t even say how long you’ve known him, but you do know that he’s the best part of your life. Not for anyone would you bow your head. Not for anyone would you lay your life down. You’ve observed Xavier for years and years and there is not a single other person in the royal family that you would follow into any battle, through any world, past any planet. 

You groan, burying your face in between your knees. At some point in between the months Lillia first asked you about him and now, you’ve gone beyond just considering him as more than a friend. You’ve even got past having a measly crush on him.

You’re in love with Xavier, and it’s awful.

Breathing slowly, you gaze up at the night sky, where the fireworks have still not made their appearance. The wind teases the flowers around you, making them tilt a little to the left, which is oddly how you feel too. Not uprooted, but bent, just like a flower. 

With a blade of grass in between your fingers, you follow the direction the flowers are blowing in, only to find yourself staring at shining ceruleans.

“Xavier!” you gasp, eyes widening with a start. You move to stand as a reflex, but he raises a single hand, and you stop.

There isn’t a single bead of sweat on his face. He is breathing a little raggedly, and his uniform is stained with some sap he must’ve not been able to avoid from the bushes on the way over. His face—well, his face is pristine as always, there isn’t a moment when the prince of Philos looks anything less than dreamy. But it’s not his features you’re gazing at, but the concerned expression upon them, directed straight at you, with caring eyes and pinched brows.

You almost want to cry just at the thought you’ve worried him.

“Are you alright?” His voice is quiet, cautious, fragile. Like you may break if he’s too forceful in his questioning.

“Yes, fine,” you reply automatically, though you suppose you now have to make up a story for why on Philos you ran away like a child, especially because he sits next to you, knees raised in the same manner as yours.

“I was merely…overwhelmed, by the crowd.” The explanation sounds weak even as your tongue speaks it, but you cannot think of any other reason for your actions. At least this is easier than the truth. Anything is easier than the truth.

For a few seconds, there is silence, and as uncomfortable as this already is, you can’t bear it. So you turn to look at him, and you realize with burning cheeks you realize he is staring right back. You don’t even think he’s looked at the blossoming flowers even once; his head seems to be fixated in your direction.

“I know you constantly score better than me,” Xavier says softly, “but I am not foolish.”

With a hesitant hand, as though he’s asking for permission, he reaches up to once again adjust the flower crown on your head. Your heart falls, and you really should’ve known better to think Xavier could not read you like an open book, especially after a fortuneteller quite literally did read you like an open book.

“I know,” he continues, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “that the people in our classes, the nobles, the folks in the marketplace, they all hold me in high regard.”

“Xavier,” you try to argue weakly, already feeling your heartbeat speed up from where this conversation is going. The thought of losing him, of losing your best friend, your prince, your everything, it is paralyzing. “Please don’t—”

“I know that my weapon of choice is a longsword.”

“Stop,” you whisper.

But he doesn’t, and he looks directly into your eyes with an open, honest sincerity written all over his face. Like this is his truth, even though it is yours. “And I know that you have known me all your life, and I feel that I have known you for even longer than that.”

Your lower lip trembles. Never once did you take him for the cruel type. There is no rule nor reasoning for this, to utterly expose your feelings even more and mock you for them, and if you sit here any longer you’re afraid you will begin to sob, and then not only will your friendship with Xavier be at risk, but your future position as well. The grandis knight cannot be weak. The grandis knight cannot shed tears for such silly matters as love. 

To preserve your role, to preserve your reputation and your dignity, you make to stand, to run even farther this time, but Xavier holds your wrist before you can, tugging you back to face him. There is no cruelty in his expression, in fact there is a tenderness as though he is somehow touched by your very clear devotion to him. 

His finger tilts your chin up, unwittingly making you demand a respect you don’t believe you deserve right now. His brow is pinched, as though he’s upset that you would let anyone, even him, turn you soft as a dandelion.

“I also know,” he breathes, “that this kingdom finds you incredibly lovely.” 

The world seems to stop.

“As…” Xavier’s hand rests itself on your cheek, and the most beautiful smile lights up his face as he murmurs, “Do I.” 

You lean in the same time he does, and faintly you hear fireworks erupt as you kiss the prince of Philos for the first time. 

The world is quiet, and so, so, so loud. Blood rushes to your face and to your ears, and you ignore it by placing both your hands on his cheeks, whimpering softly at how good he tastes. Every burning feeling and sensation you’ve felt in his presence these past few months, and really, your entire life, all seem to explode in this moment. The world is blue, and white, and Xavier.

His lips move so gently against yours, once again acting as though you are fragile, but it feels good this time, the idea of being something so precious as to require care for him. His thumb rubs soft circles into your cheek, you can barely pull away from him to assure him that he can be more forceful if he wishes, more wanting, more greedy. 

“Please,” he whispers against your lips, asking for what you aren’t sure, but you nod your head regardless, because you’d think you’d give him your very soul if he were to ask.

When you do pull back, he is looking at you so longingly it makes you more breathless than even dancing you did earlier. His gray-blonde hair nearly conceals his eyes, so you brush it from his face, breath hitching at his proximity. You’ve always known that he’s the apple of everyone’s eye, but you’ve never had the privilege to admire him so closely before.

“I don’t need a fortuneteller to tell me who my partner is.” Xavier rests his forehead on yours, eyes closing. “Whether it’s for sparring, or marriage, or anything else. You are the only one I want with me, through everything.”

You’re surprised you can even muster words when you shyly respond, “Likewise, my liege.”

His eyes shine, and the two of you finally look up to admire the fireworks bursting across the sky in incredible explosions of color. They pale in comparison to the eruption within you, but they are magical nonetheless, and you lean your head against his shoulder to watch.

A gentle kiss is placed on top of your head. “I know we only celebrate this once a year. It is a special time. Still…” He meets your gaze again, and the corners of his lips turn upwards. Tonight, there is only you and him now, you’re sure of it. “Would you mind terribly if we were to ignore the fireworks?”

Maybe one day you will learn to resist him. You sincerely doubt it, though.

“Not at all. But the seamstress and her kids will probably be back soon.” You place a begrudging hand on his chest, not wanting to stop him, but trying to act proper regardless. “Neville checks on the garden every night. He might see us.”

Xavier seems to consider this for a second. 

“Oh well,” he mumbles, leaning in to kiss you again, “what a shame.”

He doesn’t sound very sorry at all, and amidst the soft glow of moonlight, you surrender to him, lost in your very own little celebration of lights.

a/n: if i had a nickel for everytime i’ve written a character x reader story where they’re at a party and they dance together but then leave to have a nice moment by themselves i’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?

#love and deepspace #l&ds #love and deepspace xavier #xavier x reader #xavier x mc #xavier #lads #xavier fic #lads x reader #lads xavier #l&ds x reader #l&ds fic #xavier x you #xavier x y/n #valkyrie stories

[thebackseatofjimsblazer]

Pairing: Hopper x F!Reader

Rating: E — MINORS!DNI

CW & WC: 3.6k — more alcohol but y’all ain’t drunk. SMUT! Oral (f and m receiving) unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms. You call hopper an old man to tease him and it works in your favor lmao. Dirty talk but like i think its kinda cute tbh. Oh yeah, and aftercare!

Summary: Jim takes to you back to his place and shows you what being with a MAN is like.

Part 1

The car ride to Jim’s trailer was short and silent. The only thoughts that monopolized your brain were how Jim’s arms felt when he helped you into his truck and how they looked when he drove. You couldn’t help but sneak glances at him from your spot, allowing yourself to drink up the way his thigh flexed when he switched between the brake and the throttle. Minuscule movements on his part seemed more intoxicating than your rum and coke from earlier. When Jim had opened the door to his trailer for you to enter before him, you remembered how you were supposed to give Robin a ring.

“Can I use your landline to call my roommate? I don’t want her to worry about me,” You look at Jim, awaiting a response. He simply nods to the phone on a wall close to the kitchen area. Giving a smile to him, you walk over and punch in the numbers.

“Hey Rob, I’m safe and at a guy’s house. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” You say in a hushed tone, not wanting Jim to hear the last part. You couldn’t spot him from where you were standing, he had disappeared into the back of the trailer where you presumed his room was at. Robin lets out a breathy chuckle before responding. 

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

With that, you put the phone back on the receiver and turned to take in your surroundings. It wasn’t much of a shower; wood paneling on the walls and plain furniture filled the dining area and the living room from what you saw. It smelled of old, burnt coffee and cigarettes. For one reason or another, it made sense for Jim. Speaking of, you could hear his footsteps coming out from the room he was in. 

“So,” he claps his hands before continuing, “What d’ya say I pour us another drink and we get back to our conversation?” He sauntered his way into the kitchen, rubbing his hands together. Smiling and nodding in approval, you sit at the table as he grabs some glasses.

Some time goes on and the conversation becomes lively, the both of you laughing until gasping as you recall a past experience to him.

“I seriously thought he would get better or- or at least try to get to know my body better after the first couple of times,” You shook your head, trying to calm your laughter before continuing your rant, “But he never did! Never once did he ask me what got me off. Just shit like ‘Ah yeah, you like that baby?’. I should have ripped the bandaid off a long time ago.” You said, mocking Jason’s voice as Jim laughed. 

“So what do you like?” He finally asks, getting to the point of actually picking up where you two had left off. Your breath caught in your throat; Jim’s gaze honed in on your eyes. You pondered for a few seconds about where to start.

“I think I just want someone who isn’t afraid to be romantic… caring and soft at points but definitely strong and passionate,” You look down at your glass and bite your lip, thinking about how strong Jim’s hands had looked when he was protecting you from Jason. “I know I want a partner that is patient with learning my body. At least enough to know I won’t cum from less than ten minutes of jack hammering and hip spasms,” you finish off with a chuckle and a roll of your eyes. You look back to Jim and see that he’s still looking into your eyes, except now he had something darker behind his. 

“Would you be willing to let me try?” He asks, but before you could answer, he’s interrupting you, “And before you answer, just give it a thought. I want to explore every part of your beautiful body, explore every dip and curve you have even if you never want to do it again… even if it's just for tonight. Hell, if you don’t want to do it at all, I’ll drive you home right now with no hesitation and no animosity towards you. I know I’m older, but Goddammit, I want this and I really think you want this too,” 

He reaches out and grabs your hand from the table, “If I read into it wrong, then tell me. But I have a feeling that you liked it when I pushed Jason away from you… and I know you liked our little conversation when we were leaving the bar,” he smirked at the memory. You weren’t aware of this, but Jim loved the way your skin erupted in goosebumps when he had stepped in closer to your proximity outside the bar. He wanted to do that to you again tonight. 

Your brain frizzled and frazzled at his words; your mind immediately running to how his strong body could cage you in his bed. Heat rushed from your neck to the tips of your ears. You nod your head, “You’re pretty spot on.”

“I know, I am sweetheart… but this is all up to you,” his thumb ran circles over the top of your hand. It felt encouraging and comforting, letting you relax fully. 

“Well then, if its all up to me, I’d really,” You say, getting up from your seat to walk over to the side of the table that Jim was sitting at. Leaning down so that your lips brushed the shell of his ear, you continued in a whisper, “like for you to have me.” 

Jim quickly stood up from his seat, the legs of the chair making a screeching sound against the floor. Looking down at you, Jim finally let go of your hand to slip them around your face. 

“If I do anything, and I mean anything, that you don’t like… I want you to speak up. Too slow? Tell me. Not slow enough? Tell me. You got it, doll?” He asks, punctuating his final question by slightly shaking your head. You nod, lost at how domineering he felt in the moment. You always knew that people could be dominant, but never knew that they could feel soft at the same time. 

Jim lent down slowly and took your lips in his hesitantly, waiting for you to respond more to his touches before he gave more to you. Within seconds, one of your hands met the top of one of his and your other was gripping his shirt. Humming into his kiss, you began to kiss back with passion. He tasted like whiskey and his mustache scratched at your upper lip, but you soon found it to be more enjoyable than you had anticipated. 

“Your mustache,” you moaned against his lips, gripping his shirt harder.

Jim withdrew from you momentarily with a worried look on his face, “You hate it, don’t you?” He asks solemnly. “I can go sha-“

“No! I love it,” you say, pulling him back to kiss him with fervor. Jim grabs you by your hips and pushes you so that you were pinned between him and his kitchen counters. His lips found a new area to explore, trailing from your jaw down to your neck, making you whimper lightly into his ear.

Placing open mouthed up your neck to your ear, he whispered, “If you like how it feels now, just wait until it's between your thighs.”

A new wave of heat rushed to your core at the prospect of Jim’s face between your legs, making a sopping mess of your sweet cunt. His strong calloused hands had begun to pull you away from the kitchen counter and began to herd you to the direction of his room, yet his expert lips never stopped littering your neck with kisses. Pushing you until the back of your legs hit the edge of his bed, Jim physically directed you to sit. 

“Let me see you, baby,” he said as he used his strong hands to pry your legs apart. A gruff moan escaped his chest when he saw your pastel purple panties, almost becoming drunk from just looking at you. He leant down and began kissing you over your panties, rolling his eyes at your scent. “Absolutely heavenly…” 

You moan his name, letting your head roll back as he kisses your clothed clit. You could feel the edges of his mustache tickle your thighs as you began to buck onto his mouth. “Please Jim, I- ah- I need your mouth.” You grip the bed sheets with all of your strength, growing impatient with Jim. You’ve never wanted someone so bad in your life. Slowly, without any words, Jim began to pull your panties down your legs. Your glistening cunt was on display for him as he ran a finger up from your hole to your clit, dragging your wetness up with it. 

“Has anyone eaten you out before?” He asks, looking up at you from his seat on the floor. You nod your head quickly, wanting him to get on with it. “And were they any good?” You then shake your head no, being truthful with him. Using two fingers to collect your wetness, he asks you another question, “What did they do that wasn’t good?”

“They weren’t,” you go to answer him, but you couldn’t help but let out a moan when he ran his two fingers over your clit with ample pressure. Your eyebrows knit together in pleasure as he slowly, but firmly, swiped his fingers side to side on your nub. 

“Come on, doll. How am I supposed to know what makes you feel good if you can’t answer my question?” He teases, slowing down his movements so that you can refocus. You watch as he brings his fingers from your pussy to his mouth, licking up your juices.

You let out a huff before finishing your answer, “They weren’t into it.” You bite your lip as you wait for Jim to respond.

“That’s what distinguishes boys and men, darling. Because if I’m going to be honest with you,” he says, giving your cunt a testing lick, “I’m going to absolutely devour you.” And with that, Jim lent his head down all the way until his whole mouth was able to surround your pussy. His tongue darted between your lips to push into your hole, then dragged up to your clit. 

Immediately, your body fell back and your hands found purchase in Jim’s hair. Shocks of pleasure shoot through your legs, threatening to clamp themselves around his head. Each lap his tongue makes around your clit draws a moan from your lips, “Fuck, Jim- ah- you feel so good.”

You quickly sit up to protest when you feel him remove his mouth, but he cuts in before you can. “Get up and take off that dress. I want you bare.” Jim also stands with you and begins to remove his own clothes. Once both of your clothes are thrown to different corners, he grabs you by the hips and directs you to kneel in the middle of the bed.

Your patience begins to wear thin again, not understanding what it is Jim is trying to accomplish now. “Jim, at least tell me what’s happening.”

“I’m going to crawl up the bed so that you’re sitting on my face,” He says as he does exactly what he said he would. When his face is directly under you, he says, “it’s up to you if you wanna help me out, but I’m not done with this sweet pussy.” His lips were back on your clit like before, continuing the perfect pattern and rhythm he had set earlier. It’s then that you fully realize that Jim’s hard cock was out and waiting for you. 

Using every ounce of focus you could muster, you lent your body down so that his cock was level with your face. Jim had to move his hands from your ass to your thighs to counter the shift in your balance, but not once did he break away from your heat. You quickly began to lose focus, only thinking of how strong his large hands felt on your legs and his skilled tongue darting between your button and slick hole. Pleasure was filling your whole body and loud moans left your lips as you quickly began to feel your climax approach. 

“Oh shit, please don’t stop-“ you pant, breaths fanning over his reddened tip. Jim grunts in response, speeding up his efforts. And stop, this man didn’t. Long forgotten, his cock bobbed against his underbelly from the strong breaths he was taking. Almost in an instant, the band in you began to snap when his head began to shake from side to side; tongue staying on your clit as he ate you out ravenously. With one final breath before slumping over his body, you let out a scream, “Oh, fuck!”

You could feel the way he chuckled from underneath you; his cock bouncing a bit from the action to tap against your cheek from how you were slumped over. 

“Doll, how you feelin’? Can you roll off for me?” He asked, lovingly spreading his hands over both of your ass cheeks, massaging as he went. You? Well you were trying to get over that orgasm; muscles spamming in your legs like a car after driving on a really hot day. You hummed and grunted, lazily asking him in a way to just give you a minute. This caused another chuckle to leave his chest, but his breath was quickly caught in his throat when you decided it was time to put his cock in yours.

Without warning, you grabbed him by his thick base and swallowed him down until you were about half way to his tuft of hair, not letting him adjust to the new feeling. With each new bob, each new swipe of your tongue across his slit that produced a drop of pre just for you, you felt his hands tighten and then relax against the globes of your ass. His moans filled the room, along with the obscene and filthy sounds of your mouth on him.

“Darlin’…” he moans out before he continues his warning, “you keep workin’ me like that and this is going to be over before either one of us wants.” You move your head to look over your shoulder at him, slowing your hand down to languid jerks to keep him satisfied. 

“Awe, c’mon old man,” you joke, giving Jim a playful smirk. His eyes roll and a grutal moan reverberates off the walls when you squeeze your hand at the base and move it all the way to his red and leaking tip. “Don’t tell me you’re almost done. My cunt hasn’t been stretched by your thick, mature cock.” You giggle when you see his face turn beet red, knowing that your dirty words back at the bar struck something in him now. 

Before you knew it, Jim had pulled you off of him and held you down into the bed; one of his strong hands pinning yours above your head and the other resting against his headboard. 

“First of all, babe,” he began, pushing your legs wide with his own. “I may be an old man, but I know you’re not going to complain.” His hand that was on the headboard came doing, brushing against your perked nipples and down to your clit. A gasp forced its way out when he swirled his strong and confident fingers against it. “Second of all, I was waiting for the moment that mouth of yours was gonna act up. You’re lucky I didn’t use it for something better,” he grits. His hand leaves your mound and moves to his length, stroking it before lining it up with your slit. “And lastly…” 

There was a pause in his tone, but he didn’t continue talking. Instead, he slowly pushed himself all the way in until his hips were flush to yours. 

And a stretch he was indeed.

You had never felt anything like him before. The underside of his length felt smooth and seemed to just want to glide right in. However the top side had a thick vein and his tip was more bulbous cause it to find that spongy little button inside you rather quickly. Sitting fully inside you, it felt like you had no room to breathe; Jim was breathtaking. 

What you hadn’t realized in your cock-daze was that Jim felt the exact same way. The way your wet, warm pussy clenched around him made his brain fuzzy and his chest tighten. He didn’t want you to know — at least not yet — that feeling your pulse in your pussy was making him closer to his peak than he had anticipated, so he used the hand that wasn't holding yours to swipe at your clit.

“How’s that feel, darlin’?” He asks, face scrunching to concentrate on giving rather than how you felt. 

“Please, Jim,” you beg, hips gyrating to create some type of friction. “Please make me cum again. I need you to cum in me.”

Hearing that made Jim feel like the rest of the air in his lungs had beaten out of him. Huffing, he let go of your hands and caged you onto the bed. Your hands move and snake their way around his neck, gripping onto his shoulders. His breath, let out in hearty pants, warmed your ears.

“Babydoll, you can’t say things like that to me if you want me to last,” he said, holding your whole body down as he began to slowly pull himself out. “You ready?”

You give him a hum, gripping tighter onto his shoulders. You were as ready as you were ever going to be; pussy juices slowly trickling down onto the sheets below you and matting down the hairs on his heavy balls. 

He started out with slow and thorough thrusts before he began driving himself into you. Animalistic groans were hushed when he latched his mouth to your neck, sucking on the open expanse and leaving a red mark behind. 

“You’re so—“ Jim was at a loss for words when it came to how you made his cock feel. Sitting back on his haunches, he grabbed your legs and brought your knees to your chest. “God, your pussy is just heavenly.” He grunted, head flying back as his eyes shut. One of your hands reaches up to scratch up his chest while the other one snakes down to play with your clit. You were close and eager to get there with him. 

“Jim, I wanna cum,” you moan, doing your best to give intentional circles at your clit. But it just wasn’t doing it. You needed him. “Help me cum, please.” You begged, eyebrows scrunched together to lay it on thick for him. The way you begged for him made his mind swirl. His hand swats yours away and quickly replaces it, giving you what you needed to fall over the edge of your orgasm.

“Let it out darlin’… come on,” he encouraged, speeding up his thrusts to chase his own undoing. The loud wet squelching of your dripping cunt, along with the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, was what made Jim come undone. With a loud moan and a shuddering breathing pattern, Jim fell back down against your body and held you there as he unloaded himself into you. Knowing that he was cumming, you intentionally clenched around him to milk him some more. This caused a whine — a fucking whine — to leave his throat.

Jim soon rolled over to lay next to you, pulling you into his chest. There was sweat all over both of your skins, beginning to feel sticky as the both of you slowly caught your breath. After a beat, Jim got up and went into the bathroom. You heard him rummaging around in there for a few minutes before he reamurged and slowly made his way over to you again. 

“Woah, Jim,” you began with a chuckle. “I didn’t know that this whole thing would include cuddles and a warm washcloth.” You were joking… kind of. This was around the time that goodbyes would be said and either one of you would be on your merry way. But not with Jim. You tried to reach out to grab the cloth from him, but he pulled it away from your grasp and motioned for you to lay back down. 

“Cuddles, a warm washcloth that I use to clean you up, and even breakfast in the morning if you want.” He offers, smiling at you before he leans down and kisses your forehead. He threw the washcloth into his laundry hamper that sat in the corner near his door after he wiped away at your sensitive hole. 

“And breakfast?” You ask, reaching out to grab him. You pulled him close to you, your arms wrapping around his neck again as he hovered over your body. Resting his face in the crook of your neck, he leaves open mouth smooches as he hums in agreement. “Can we have bacon and french toast?” You ask, giggling as he rolled the two of you over so that you were now laying on top of him. 

“Anything you want darlin’,” he says, holding you tighter against his frame and searching your eyes. “Anything you want.” He finalizes his words with a quick kiss to your forehead and a quick pull of the string of his lamp next to his bed. 

Jim’s strong arms hold you until you fall asleep that night. And they hold you until you fall asleep the next night, and the next, and the next. Who would have thought that Jason Carver would be the reason you found Jim Hopper. But you thank the heavens above and below that you were led to him.

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[drifloonz]

s!3v3n headcanons bc i've been thinking of him and nobodys specifically requested s!3v3n yet? just my default version steven ( post incident post Manicness ). also yea dating hcs too This is an x reader blog primarily you should expect this by now

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♡ S!3v3n isn't an alternate personality of Steven's. I mean like ok technically but not in the DID way. it's just basically steven when he's manic or incredibly upset. he will most of the time go into this form when he feels these intense emotions that he can't exactly grapple with or handle. especially anger or rage or revenge and things of that sort. aliken it to more of a werewolf transformation but like personalitywise. does this even make sense.

♡ despite this S!3v3n can be passive, but he's always on the defensive in some way or another. he's always protecting something he loves from any danger no matter the cost - usually you or miki.

♡ he can loosen up in this state of course, but usually just when you two are cuddling. physical affection seems to soothe him easiest, as he'll just relax and de-tense a lot, but will still hug you nice and tight. he also might purr but who can say. smiles.

♡ prefers he/it, while steven prefers he/they. state of mind based secondary pronoun changes we love to see it

♡ not missingno possessed per se but missingno fucked with a lot of his body, mentally or physically, which is why he gets like this sometimes. missingno isn't possessing him ( missingno does not have desires it is just a jumbled mess of code that can do whatever it wants because it's not supposed to exist ) but being around it made him go a little bit insane, basically. Frenzy area of effect that permanently damaged him /hj

♡ s!3v3n isn't nonverbal per se but he's a lot less verbal than steven already is, unless he's really mad. see; doors open and strangled ( with image examples this time just cuz i wanted to, i guess. the last one is so funny. once again steven/s!3v3n is not written well in these. this is also s!3v3n / steven around the ages of what i'd assume to be 16-17 so take it with a grain of salt bc my hc steven/s!3v3n i write for these requests by default are like 19-28 or over )

♡ he still speaks in a lot of noises over words, and if he has to speak usually does it in very short sentences, but unless he wants to talk he'll always opt for just silent communication or little noises.

♡ tends to growl a lot. notably, steven grumbles and groans and sighs, but never growls. s!3v3n growls and hisses and snarls. things like that. he's more animalistic and impulsive.

♡ due to his impulsive nature he doesn't make the best decisions. s!3v3n is mentally unstable ( not like steven isnt but as said, s!3v3n's emotions are much stronger than stevens ) and very clingy. he does things with 15-35% good intentions, at least to him, and the rest of that percentage is impulse. what he wants in the moment. he's more passive than he used to be when steven was actively fucking killing people, but he'll still be like this sometimes. although, most of the impulse is when he's angry and towards people he doesn't know, doesn't care about.

♡ i state this like he's actively really shitty to be around but nowadays tbh this just shows in s!3v3n not asking you about things and just doing them most of the time. if he wants to cuddle he'll grab you and take you to bed and cuddle with you and you Aren't escaping his arms. he's still mindful of your needs to some degree of course, but he's just sorta like that. this can obviously still lead to discomfort and disagreements though.

♡ he'll be more mindful about it if you seem genuinely upset with him for doing these things, though. although since his emotions are heightened he has bad reactions to being rejected in any way so he'll just lock himself in his room and avoid you because he thinks you hate him ( or is scared of getting angry and hurting you, because hey, he's hurt loved ones over accidents and disagreements before. ) it'll usually take half a day and then his 'being loved' battery runs too low so he gets over it and walks back into your arms with your permission and snuggles up like a big cat.

♡ very very prone to moodswings and is easy to upset. this is a lot harder with anybody he's clingy or protective towards but can still happen. but like i said, easy to soothe with physical affection from his loved ones. he's a moody black cat except a black cat that's like, 6'8 feet tall. and is a lion.

♡ s!3v3n's a lot more buried within steven these days since he's less actively manic all the time, but he'll still come out, usually after traumatic experiences or when steven is extremely upset and can't handle himself. often times he'll lock himself in his room if he can figure that he's about to lose control of himself for everybody's safety. the last time he let himself get lost in his intense emotions he let that control him for like 1-5ish years and killed like 3 or more people and also flew to johto for some reason ( escapism, s!3v3n sort of fucking hates kanto due to how everyone there treats him ) and killed one of those 3 people there.

♡ extremely overprotective and clingy. steven himself already is, but s!3v3n basically just makes his emotions 10x worse. he will not let you leave his sight 99% of the time, will cling onto you literally, and hold you extremely tight in bed so you don't leave because he's kind of selfish and likes your warmth and everything else about you. he'll let go with an annoyed grumble if you have to go to eat or go to the bathroom or something, but he'll let you go. he might follow if he cares enough.

♡ s!3v3n specifically is way more obsessive with miki. she's out constantly when s!3v3n is, getting so much attention. sometimes even more than you. miki's his main priority even if she's perfectly fine and alive - at least to him. you are an extremely close second though, sometimes tying depending on how he feels and how close steven is to you normally. if you're dating but like, only recently, s!3v3n will basically still care about you but will barely be around you unless you need something or come to him first. but if you two are very close he is all fucking over you and is as obsessive about you as he is with miki sometimes. have fun! ( also obviously if you don't fuck with miki this pisses s!3v3n off way more than it pisses steven off. So don't be rude!!! )

♡ he does not go outside for any reason unless it's at midnight. the last time he did he flew to johto and beat a kids ass for no reason. he'll go on strolls in his secluded little forest area of pallet and maybe fly with miki to take his mind off or to go somewhere to do something cryptic, but otherwise he stays holed up in his house as usual. he's much more active than steven though, often pacing or sometimes stomping around if he's upset.

♡ speaking of which he doesn't engage in most activities other than ones to keep him alive like eating and whatnot, but. the exception to this is videogames. canonically, probably, since its noted that he loves videogames and has old consoles. which is really fucking funny. imagine him with his scary ass red eyes and messed tangled hair growling and yelling at a multiplayer game or something. ( he is very competitive </3 ) ( canonically, he probably wouldn't even have any newer consoles with online multiplayer. but for the sake of my headcanons he does. )

♡ likes to cuddle up with you sitting on his lap while he plays games or watches tv or something. another easy way to soothe him.

♡ because he's clingy, this also means he'll take you literally everywhere he goes because he's too afraid and paranoid of leaving you alone. the only time he doesn't is when he himself is going out, is sure you're safe and won't try to do anything, and is sure he'll be quick ( for example him getting a midnight snack and then just coming back to bed after )

♡ type of guy who triple-checks everything - if locks are actually locked, if doors are closed, if wires are working and connected properly ( iykyk ), etc. so does steven, but as per usual, less than s!3v3n.

♡ if you like try to go to the store or something he'll be staring at you like an upset dog the second you get close to his homes door for any reason. he will not break eyecontact until you leave or move away from the door. he'll peak outside just to make sure you're safe, but will try to leave it alone despite his mind desperately telling him that something bad will happen to you if he leaves you alone.

♡ extremely easily jealous. if you ever somehow were to rope s!3v3n in an actual factual public setting ( likely via doing so with steven and something happening to make him s!3v3n during that ), he'd curl his form around you protectively, a hand always on you. it grips tighter whenever he's jealous - not intentionally to hurt you, but just out of impulse.

♡ hair is a lot more wild than usual, sometimes floating a bit off the ground, sometimes even longer than normal? it's also usually even darker than normal, too...

♡ although steven has cooking knowledge when s!3v3n's there, he doesn't really mentally care enough to cook so he just eats frozen meals. its why.. most of stevens kitchen is full of frozen and easy to make meals - because he was in a much worse mindset in most of his years of living at his somewhat decrepit home. said mindset being called Whatever the fuck S!3v3n is.

♡ s!3v3n loves physical contact as mentioned previously, but one thing he likes is to hug you from behind or to rub his cheese-grater feelin' ass chin stubble against your shoulder or something like that.

♡ that borderline certainly can personality a disorder! goddamn!!!!!!!!

♡ he's clingy! obsessive! jealous! terribly paranoid! has a lot of emotions he doesn't know why he feels or how to handle! but he still loves you at the end of the day, he's just easily upset and doesn't know what you want sometimes.

♡ he finds anything strange or new a threat most of the time and will either be cautious or defensive around said things. most true of people, least true of items. i feel like if you poisoned him he wouldn't even feel it so he wouldn't care ( although he does check food for poison if hes giving it to you or miki ). due to this if you want to order delivery or something he will be like "we have food at home." but in a less verbal sense ( probably just dragging you to the kitchen and scrounging around for something to eat that doesn't require social interaction )

♡ while pokemon avoid steven and leave him alone, pokemon and people fear s!3v3n. it's like a magnet aura of people leaving him alone out of fear. this is also kind of canon in strangled red after he gets missingno, where every npc turns away from him after he obtains it. it's not like s!3v3n specifically ever willingly goes out into public settings anyways, but if he were to nobody would bother him out of fear.

♡ if you two run out of food he dreads going to the local pokemart but does it begrudingly, being silent the entire time and just throwing food he wants or needs into his cart. he uh. he doesn't have money after the events of strangled red ( unless he stole mike, gold, or That one kid he presumably killed in strangled's wallet. ) so i don't know how he pays, he just does. or he steals at the dead of night via breaking in. either works. if someone catches him he just turns slowly and stares. the glowing red eyes usually convince them to leave him alone.

♡ he really likes putting his hands through your hair. its soothing and calms him down.

♡ s!3v3n isn't only active when stevens going through an episode, it's just 99% of the time when it happens. but when he just comes out through normal(ish) means, he's pretty passive. just quiet, giving single word responses usually and following you around his house with intrigue. he likes observing you passively throughout the day. just looking at you makes him that much calmer.

♡ sorry if you don't like being stared at s!3v3n does that a lot with his big glowey red eyes. the 'tism. he's staring at you lovingly if you can't tell dw

♡ if anything hurts you he will fucking go after whoever did it. you have to hold him back from seriously hurting anything or anybody. he just growls and stares at whatever hurt you in an attempt to hold himself back but make his intentions known. despite steven himself getting better to a degree, s!3v3n isn't one to be messed with still. He will actually beat your ass and possibly kill somebody over things still, just not as easily since he's ever-so-slightly more well adjusted than he was a few years back.

♡ the only difference is the s!3v3n back then relied on miki and various versions of her to take care of annoyances. s!3v3n nowadays will just beat somebody's ass with his bare hands for the hell of it if they piss him off enough and especially if they are trying to hurt you.

♡ if you two don't live together he'll collect various knickknacks you lose at his house and stash them somewhere safe, close to his bed as a good-luck charm of sorts. he's unironically not trying to be weird, he just thinks its cute and is a little too awkward to tell you that something of yours is left with him... he wants something to remember you by as cheesy as it may seem.

♡ s!3v3n is especially careful to not squeeze you too tight due to s!3v3n allegedly being stronger than steven since he's more emotional in this state than steven is, but at the same time he likes squeezing you a little roughly, but not enough to be uncomfortable. just in a playful and affectionate way. obviously he's mindful of it though, this is the version of steven that did snap his brother's neck after all. as much as he wishes to forget about that.

♡ s!3v3n holds grudges like a motherfucker and will not let them die. he's obviously more forgiving towards partners and usually flags relationship issues as his fault, but he will get vindictive and upset sometimes regardless - he just tries to not act on these feelings and have a moment to himself so he can calm down instead of immediately acting on it like he used to.

♡ doesn't eat a lot. s!3v3n usually comes out when stevens manic / having an episode / extremely depressed, which. Symptom of depression number whatever; Not taking care of yourself. which steven already does, but like stated many times before, s!3v3n is always way worse about stevens flaws

♡ if you like mostly solitude and if you don't like when stevens all snarky to you sometimes, s!3v3n tends to be more quiet if he's happy as stated before. he's just happy existing around you.

♡ often times he'll do his own thing while you do your own thing if the two of you don't want to be super touchy. parallel play behavior. it's usually him taking care of miki while you do whatever hobbies you have.

♡ face is usually shaded over way more than stevens and thats the main visual indicator along with his eyes being glowy usually. which should be known but In case it isn't. oh also he's probably taller or bigger sometimes in this state.

♡ he has a lot of issues but he's trying his best! big scary animalistic boyfriend who is always thinking of giving you a little smooch and cuddles all over.

♡ i'm writing too much and a lot of this boils down to the same things so im sending the fucking post and worrying about it later. amen.

♡ tldr the type of dude to wrap his arms around you tight to his chest and growl at any sort of threat. overprotective clingy boyfriend x 10.

#wispy writes #steven strangled red #s!3v3n #s!3v3n strangled red #headcanons #steven strangled red x reader #s!3v3n strangled red x reader #yea #the x reader bits are sprinkled in bc its more focused on my characterization of him in general but theyre there #ok theres more now that im finishing this up and abt to post it But yea. Very long. Thinking of mr S!3v3n.

[myrddin-wylt]

Oh wow!! I wasn't aware there were so many fights in the US Congress - I am suprised they kept the mace, as in the UK it has always represented the monarch's presence in the debate, does it have any representative power for the President or is it decoration?

I cant think of any fights specifically, in Parliament the last 'scuffle' was in 2019, though there is a myth (I'm not entirely certain of its factual weight) that the red lines painted on the floor are supposed to remind the MP's to solve disagreements peacefully as it is rumoured that they used to bring swords and other weaponry and persuade (threaten) their arguments with reasoning (force) though it is illegal to die in the houses of Parliament which is a strange law that had to come from somewhere.

Wikipedia has a list of 'instances of grave disorder' I was reading through them and hoping for a proper punch up - but they all seem rather tame - refusing to hear arguments, the speaker has the power and obligation to adjourn Parliament before things get too out of hand though ): and they only go to the start of the 20th century

One of the things thats a point of interest is that a lot of these fights in the US Congress haven't occured during a filibuster?

The Bible without the magic bits is also really interesting - I don't know if this is relevant but I've noticed particularly in book burnings and banning (quite an extreme example and not representative of wider society - please do correct me if this is too convoluted of a link) in the US there seemed to be a particular penchant for suspicion of witchcraft and dark magic in some religious circles at one point (this again could be entirely wrong and I hope isn't an offensive statement) , the one that made it as news over here ages ago was when the Harry Potter books were banned/ burned in some areas for 'promoting witchcraft' - when America was a colony, did the Witch trials in Europe have particular cultural influences on the US that could have impacted this- or have I completely missed the mark and this could also be something introduced a time after independence?

The US political system is absolutely fascinating - Congress especially- particularly since it was adapted from trying to avoid all the religious discourse of 18th century europe - such as the having of no state religion and the general separation of church and state!

I hope I haven't gone too far off track - this is just really interesting :)

the Mace is specifically for the House of Representatives, and apparently symbolizes the legislative power of the House and by extension, the Speaker of the House and the Sergeant at Arms of the House. I'd never heard of it prior to the last ask and I've literally been in the Capitol building lol. for the most part it seems to just have two functions: 1) indicate that the House is in session or committee, 2) glorified gavel, in that when the mace is presented, all the Representatives have to shut up and sit down or be arrested. I have some questions about this mace tbh, but mostly I'm distracted by my current mental image of Kevin McCarthy using it to take a swing at Matt Gaetz. imo if no one has used the mace to stop any of the multiple incidents of violence, why even have it? why bother? just make it gavel, not a 46" mace. kinda cool that it's been in active use since 1842 though. ya Brits destroyed the first one in 1814.

the 'bringing swords into Parliament so you gotta stand two swords' length apart' rule? makes perfect sense and is something I would expect from a medieval institution (I know the UK was 1707 but both England and Scotland were 13th century so it still counts imo). but um. it's illegal to die in Parliament? how-- hold on. hold on.

........ okay so apparently it's a myth but the fact that it's a plausible, frequently believed myth is sending me. wha-- wh. ?????? I'm starting to come to the conclusion that no one in Britain actually writes down the laws and that everyone just memorizes King Alfred's law codex.

One of the things thats a point of interest is that a lot of these fights in the US Congress haven't occurred during a filibuster?

filibusters can only happen in the Senate and only during debates, and most of the violent incidents in Congress happened in the House or rotunda. maybe the Senators just weren't patient enough to let the speech continue into a filibuster? I have no idea there. I don't think filibusters are actually particularly common but also I do not understand the inner workings of Congress very well tbh.

I do admit that the US government structure is really, really fascinating, especially when you keep in mind that it was largely unprecedented in its form. any time someone complains about Congress running inefficiently I sorta laugh because yes, it is, it's supposed to be; like it was designed to be as inefficient as possible. that's not a bug, it's a feature, at least to the designers. of course, I don't think any of them expected the country to get this big and powerful, either.

The Bible without the magic bits is also really interesting - I don't know if this is relevant but I've noticed particularly in book burnings and banning (quite an extreme example and not representative of wider society - please do correct me if this is too convoluted of a link) in the US there seemed to be a particular penchant for suspicion of witchcraft and dark magic

the Bible without the supernatural elements is just part of Jefferson being a deist during the Enlightenment. it's not... directly connected but also not-unconnected to American fascination with witchcraft.

in the US there seemed to be a particular penchant for suspicion of witchcraft and dark magic in some religious circles at one point (this again could be entirely wrong and I hope isn't an offensive statement) , the one that made it as news over here ages ago was when the Harry Potter books were banned/ burned in some areas for 'promoting witchcraft' - when America was a colony, did the Witch trials in Europe have particular cultural influences on the US that could have impacted this- or have I completely missed the mark and this could also be something introduced a time after independence?

okay so you mention a few things that would take a long time to clarify, but the most basic, on-topic tldr answer is that America's cultural fascination with witches came from the witch-hunts of Early Modern Europe (roughly 1560s-1750s), particularly from the Puritan-led witch-hunts in England during the English Civil War. to my knowledge, there were more witch-hunts in England than in New England (and very few in Virginia), but I guess they made a stronger impression in the memories of the colonists. I'm not sure if that's because the Puritans had a much more significant impact on the history and culture of the US than England, or if the English in England were too busy with the civil war to notice a few hundred vigilante arrests and executions, or what.

as far as modern suppression of witchcraft in the US, it's the same phenomenon as moral panics re: Satanism; a relatively small number of complete fucking fundamentalist loons saw something get popular and apparently became possessed by the ghosts of their Puritan ancestors, and news outlets spent way too much attention on it which only resulted in more loons until eventually yall heard about it on the other side of the Atlantic. I'm not super knowledgeable about modern moral panics except that the one we're currently dealing with is led by JK Rowling, so that's ironic.

if you want to see examples of this witchcraft in American cultural memory and if you like horror movies, you should check out Robert Eggers's The Witch because it really nails the vibe of hysteria and just... everything, really. the tagline is even "A New England Folktale." be aware though, it's a fairly intense and disturbing horror movie, so you know, viewer discretion and check advisory warnings and whatnot. but the vibes are perfect.

Sorry this took so long to answer! and this is after I cut the book banning out lol; that'll have to be its own topic.

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[leoremin]

I just finished watching the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen...and I have...thoughts (along with some bad grammar)

This is an overall negative post, so if you don't like that keep scrolling. If you like this movie, go ahead and scroll on past if you don't want to read this. If you want to debate me, then hell, go ahead, I might be wrong in some areas and I'm fully willing to admit that. I'd love to see anyone's take on this movie.

To say real quick, I haven't finished reading Dracula (over 1/2 through tho), Sherlock Holmes, 4 billion leagues under the sea, and a few others.

Also...spoilers...obv

(last note: I am not against retellings or that stuff, I'm just rating it on MY OPINION of these little guys and all that stuff. This is depending on how much I like them from just a writers sense.)

Tbh I really love the idea of crossovers, I love so much seeing the babies all together (I am working on a crossover myself so...) but I feel like this one was just...mediocre

First up Jekyll!

Number one, assuming this takes place after the novella, that is not how HJ7 works. Jekyll turning back into Hyde is not right then. At that point, Henry would be living on a timer rather than Hyde.

Also, little pet peeve...THE POTION SHOULD BE GREEN!!!! THE POTION'S FINAL COLOUR IS GREEN AND THEY MADE IT CLEAR!!!

Also Jekyll is a doctor, he acts like the fucking wimpy Swiss man from Frankenstein. Jekyll is meant to be a (mentally) strong man who experimented on himself and kept good notes during the whole thing. He is a doctor; he is used to seeing some shit.

Also...why would you make Hyde look like that? One of the few clear physical descriptions in the book is that Hyde is much shorter than Jekyll, but he's...hulkish. I don't like that because it takes the monstrosity away, pinning it all on looks and not on action.

Also why Paris? Why did Hyde run to Paris? There wasn't really a reason for him to do that in a writing sense.

Upside: At least he continues to run on rooftops. All Hydes run on rooftops; it is not optional.

Next on the Chopping block is Dorian.

For a moment there, I really thought they ruined Dorian, but hell yeah! They kinda did it!

I wish they'd had another actor to play him, since the dark hair makes him look a little malicious, which is quite the opposite of what he's supposed to look like. He's supposed to be a child-like and innocent; deceiving.

Also...what the fuck was his ending?? Like he doesn't perish if he looks at the portrait. It literally says earlier that "the last time [he] looked at the picture" which literally contradicts what happens later. He can look at the picture, but chooses not to.

I am glad they decided to not have him redeem himself. That fits a little closer to the book.

For Mina!

Quick thing: I have not yet finished reading Dracula, so I have no clue what's happening there or why she's the vampire (please don't spoil it) so I won't say anything on that (cough cough...should've been Carmilla)

I don't like making women the sole love interest. It feels weird. Literally three people liked her (well only 2, Dorian was pretending) out of five. Make it interesting, make it something someone would ship...there is literally no chemistry between any of them (except Dorian, and we don't even get a proper "oh yeah I hooked up with him" moment. It's only implied. When did that happen???). Also, Mina isn't that kind of person. She's (in book) not looking for romance in that sense, she had a husband, and I'm pretty sure she'd probably stay faithful to him even after death.

Speaking of Chemistry, why tf is she a chemist? Jekyll should've been the chemist. Mina is literally known for being able to write in shorthand, and they could've used that to her advantage. Again, please excuse this if somehow Mina does become a scientist after Dracula, but considering people's views on women in that time period, it's unlikely.

Skinner:

I think that's his name...idk. I have not read the Invisible Man, but why would they kill off Griffin? Like Jekyll dies, but he doesn't have a replacement. I can't say much since I haven't read the book.

I think that's all.

Thank you coming to my Little Leo lecture, and I hope anyone reading agrees, or can hopefully handle this as a mature adult. If you have other thoughts on this movie (whether they agree with mine or not) go ahead and share them, I'd be thrilled.

I may update this as I have things to say, but idk.

#Also Quartermain is picking favourite wives #he was laid next to only one body #lmao #I *know* he and his first wife didn't get a divorce #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #dracula #the portrait of dorian gray #the league of extraordinary gentlemen #jekyll and hyde #mina murray #dorian gray #the picture of dorian gray #leo's lectures

[familyabolisher]

re: annihilation im glad im not the only one who disliked it lol! ive struggled thru the second book as well bc people keep telling me the third is the best but. we'll see. id be curious abt ur thoughts & if you have similar critiques (lack of interiority for the mc for one, a lack of clarity on Whats Going On but not in a fun way imo but in a way that makes me really unsure what the Point of it all is, & (book 2) just. the most tedious mommy issues ive ever had to read thru) or if its something else entirely. no pressure tho! i just like hearing ur opinions on things.

tbh my immensely pedestrian answer is that i just couldn’t get on with the style at all—it felt very clumsy and, like, amateurish. i got the sense that vandermeer wanted to narrate The Horrors in a quotidian, somewhat clinical tone that established a discordance around an effort to record and empirically tackle something that resisted the boundaries of human language and communication, and i think a more skilled writer could have pulled that off to great effect; however, as it was, he neither leant far enough into that voice that the discordance could fully emerge & exert a significant enough narrative force to make the piece compelling, nor relaxed it enough to allow his language to play around with the lurid, macabre, paranatural setting. 

like, for example, i’ve just gone to a random page to give you some sense of what i mean.

This was really the only thing I discovered in him after his return: a deep and unending solitude, as if he had been granted a gift that he didn’t know what to do with. A gift that was poison to him and eventually killed him. But would it have killed me? That was the question that crept into my mind even as I stared into his eyes those last few times, willing myself to know his thoughts and failing. As I labored at my increasingly repetitive job, in a sterile lab, I kept thinking about Area X, and how I would never know what it was like without going there. No one could really tell me, and no account could possibly be a substitute. So several months after my husband died, I volunteered for an Area X expedition. A spouse of a former expedition member had never signed up before. I think they accepted me in part because they wanted to see if that connection might make a difference. I think they accepted me as an experiment. But then again, maybe from the start they expected me to sign up.

this is like … the first time we get a real, direct account of the biologist’s backstory. it’s like a speedrun of heterosexual our wives under the sea (also a bad book btw lol) and is supposed to pack a pretty hefty emotional punch, but it’s just … well, i mean. “a gift that was poison to him and eventually killed him.” like, the extract falls back on cliches; the prose lands in a very ‘safe’ register and feels a little afraid to push anywhere significantly outside of that. this is pretty representative of (what i read of) the whole book, tbh—and it stings especially when you have things like a mysterious tunnel-tower seemingly made of flesh that only the narrator can see that’s spawning fungi spelling out sentences as other characters in the novel start to die … like, that’s good, and that’s just really not being communicated on the page in any compelling manner. 

it felt as though vandermeer had established this fascinating world and then just failed to communicate any of it to any memorable standard. also, the pacing was all over the place, lol—like, take your time with it a little more, spend some time on setting and description! or if you want to lean into that clipped, clinical account, maybe experiment a little more with the texture that that could lend; like, journals, reports, the kind of temporal weirdness that those can generate (as is common in the gothic novel, for instance) … like, there were just a lot of ins where vandermeer could have negotiated a more interesting piece of work than what i was reading.

it just felt very, like—the word coming to mind for me is ‘timid.’ like the text found its own concepts a little too unwieldy and pared itself down into a very meek prose rather than rising to the challenge that its scaffolding presented. and as a result, i was just, like, bored and irritated trying to read it. i’m told that the film is very different so i might give that a go at some point, but i really couldn’t push through to the end of the book, lmao. maybe it’s worth reading for like the last 70 pages, but i’ll never know. sad! well there’s other genre fiction

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[panlight]

so i was picking away at the new moon fix-it fic i started writing literal years ago, and i had a thought:

newborn bloodlust = vampire population control?

what i mean is that if we accept that meyer's vamps are supposed to be "science-based," then the newborns being stronger and more aggressive should have a, like, reason for being that way. carlisle has his theory that it's due to the traces of human blood still in their systems post-transformation, but that doesn't really make sense if the venom is supposed to turn all tissue/muscle/bone/fluids vampiric.

so instead, i propose that the purpose of the newborn strength/bloodlust is to make increasing vampire numbers harder. the strength and aggression makes them fight other vampires for resources. this possibly results in the death of the newborn or the death of one or more older vampires who may be unaccustomed to fighting. meyer says vampires are naturally solitary, so fighting was more likely to be one-on-one back when vampires first became a thing.

but as time went on and vampire-kind started to develop more social, familial, and romantic bonds with each other, newborns killing older vampires would become more rare, and vampires changing humans out of affection rather than utility/accident would make the newborns less likely to die as well. so what started as a way to keep vampire numbers in check eventually turned into a way for particularly ruthless vampires to raise armies against one another and fight for territory.

it makes more sense than the "human blood lingers in their tissues" thing, at any rate.

(you could also explain the "mate for a mate" thing as vampire population control, too, tbh. vampires have no natural predators, so the only threat is other vampires. having the killing of a vampire's mate trigger a murderous rampage would be a handy way to keep from having too many vampires hunting in the same area. i know meyer wanted it to be Romantic, but i think it's more fun to see it as a "weakness.")

What's interesting to me about SM's take on new vampires is that it, in many ways, is so different from other vampires mythos. That is, in most series, the older a vampire is, the stronger and more powerful they are. The idea that vampires are at their strongest in their first year is kind of weird.

The blood-lingering in-canon theory doesn't make a ton of sense (why would they be so extra thirsty if they are being fueled by blood they already have in their bodies?) but I think we're meant to believe it and that their bright red eyes are 'proof' of it. But population control being the real reason, or another reason, makes a lot of sense. When you're a species that doesn't die of old age, you don't need to reproduce much in fact you don't want to, especially if you want to keep numbers low enough that humans don't notice your existence.

(This is another reason that male vampires retaining an ability to reproduce sexually makes no god damn sense. Not even getting into the absurdity of not being able to reproduce within their own species, but only with their prey. They're an immortal species, they don't WANT to be making new offspring all the time and their hybrid children still drink blood and are still immortal, and thus still in eternal competition for resources. They're not replacing their parents or continuing a family line like with mortals).

I think another 'feature' of the newborn bloodlust is that in most cases it kind of forces a vampire to get over themselves. I highly doubt Carlisle was the first or last to have an 'omg why have I become?' existential crisis about becoming a vampire. It's just that most of them couldn't fight the newborn bloodlust. It kind of forces you to speed-run the process of detaching from humanity and seeing yourself as separate and above it, because by the time you're thinking clearly you realize you've already got a bunch of dead humans in your wake. Without that initial overwhelming thirst/urge you'd probably have a lot more Carlisles running around, but once you've murdered 20+ people it's just easier to accept the vampire reality that keep trying to resist and hate yourself for all the murders.

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[builtlikeastickofcelery]

get up cocksuckers were personalposting on main !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i can literally and viscerally feel the end of my relationship coming??????????????????????????????????? and like,,,,,,,,,i knew it obviously bc we're young and were pretty different but DAMN i did not think it would Hurt like this bc it never has bc i never emotionally attach myself (to romantic relationships specifically on purpose!!!!!!!!! like jesus christ we should be similar on paper but no !!!!!!!! our senses of humor are completely different and that is the only way i know how to connect with people !!!!!!!!!!!!! what the fuck am i supposed to do????????? and theyre always telling me i shoulld probably get a therapist, or get medication, etc etc and !!!! i cannot do those things!! i have tried!!!!!!! but i dont want to say that to them bc their last (really really shitty ex) was the type of person to say things that were obvious cries for help and then brush them off for some sort of attention and i have been repeatedly told that there is nothing i need treatment for by doctors !!!!!!!!!!!!! i dont know what to do.

also its fair to mention that they are Pretty White and have a very different family dynamic to mine, which, despite being very minimally east asian is still pretty east asian, and also that while both our families are solidly upper middle class they live in a higher income area of our town super close to where the rich rich people live and constantly refer to/make jokes about it being better (not on purpose and i don't think they get why it bothers me a little). i dont know how to talk to them about this without sounding like a nepo baby trying to convince the public they were a struggling self-made actor. and ofc if it falls apart itll probably be my fault bc i dont know how to talk to them about things that bother me bc i dont want to be like their shitty and weird and creepy ex (who is in one of my classes and is constantly trying to make eye contact with me and tried to get my number as well).

i like them a lot, and also crushed super bad on them for 6 months before we started dating and two years ago when i met them i sort of liked them aswell, but more and more im realizing that i dont even know if i wanted to be with them or just be them -> be whiter (i have JOURNALED about this!!!!!!!!!!!!) especially when i realize that were different in too many ways and also that i dont know how to be emotionally vulnerable with them specifically bc of that!!!!!!!! a lot of their friends rn are slightly not stable (or really not stable) and i dont know how to say any of this to them without fucking up their mental state. not to mention that october-december was a really shitty time for them last year and also that i dont want to be the one who ends things because i still really super like them but at the same time sort of resent them for having things i want??????????? but not when im with or near them only when im getting insecure in my rroom which has been happening a lot for some reason!!!!! also two of their very close friends (one is a mutual friend of ours but she's closer to them) are both really weird about us dating at least to me, like the mutual friend lied to me about them not liking me for seemingly no reason right before we got together which significantly delayed it and the other.......i dont even know she jsut always gives me weird looks whenever she sees me and whenever i take the bus with them they sit together and she locks me out of the conversation. i also dont know her very well, so idk.

plus my partner has a weird habit of not engaging with me at all whatsoever (as in having a conversation with another person while also sitting fairly far away from me or not talking to me at all annd staring at their phone) but then being annoyed when i dont try to join to conversation or engage with them. its also fair to note that they are allistic and tbh as someone with a lot of adhd/autistic tendencies (i sort of Suspect myself of audhd but i can never be sure) it actually affects the relationship for me which is insane bc usually i dont Feel it like that. like im fairly certain i mask ??????/ (again no clear diagnosis other than family history of being undiagnosed w/ something) and while i dont mask around my close friends i do still mask, even if its not as heavily, around my partner, who ive known longer than some of those friends. the only time i wasn't masking in some sort of way while we were dating was a day when i was so drained i also ended up sleeping on their couch for like thirty minutes bc i could barely stay awake. i just dont know what to do. in the past ive usually been the person more innvested or into the relationship and i can almost feel that happening again and i dont know why or how.

anyway no pressure t9o reply or annythhing to tthis i just nneeded to get this out into the air

#personal post #vent #<- sorta????

[randomnameless]

NGL Lol I'm with Macuil on this one . Like from his perspective it makes sense to not get involved.

He wants nothing to do with the corrupt violent humans and their endless bloody wars. He probably sees Edelgards war as just another war (and without knowing the details it would seem like she's just another human trying to kill and conquer. What he doesn't know is shes allied with Agarthans)

He probably thinks humans are incapable of ever achieving true peace. You'll always have someone trying to murder someone else. Say he does help Seiros win this war, he knows it's only a matter of time before humanity wages yet another war.

Macuil makes his stance known. he sets his boundaries and expects people to respect it. and when they don't respect it he will enforce it. If people approach his territory and attack him he gives them a warning and gives them a chance to leave with their lives. (Macuil will tell Claude he's his enemy but he still gives him a chance to leave). Ofc if they refuse or still go on to attack him he's like ok then, you die.

And in Hopes, the last time warring humans decided to bring their bloody BS to his territory he kicked their asses. Like damnnn, Message RECEIVED. The humans learn immediately that they should NOT approach this area or they may very well die. Y'all wanna kill eachother? Well do it somewhere else!

Anyways , Knowing what we know about Edelgards war it does seem odd that Indech and Macuil wouldn't help Seiros, but they don't know the details.

do they know Edelgard kidnapped flayn for her blood to turn people into demonic beasts? Do they know Edelgard had a custom relic made ? (A relic that didn't exist in the war of heroes !) Do they know Rhea was captured and imprisoned and can be used to make more demonic beasts and can potentially be turned into a relic herself?

Seteth doesn't get to explain anything. He just asks and they say no and he's like okiedokie ! The end.

I suspect if they knew that the Agarthans were behind it all they'd be more amenable to giving a hand (or claw) in destroying them. Like that would've been awesome! But tbh I think the devs were just lazy and didn't want to deal with the Nabateans.

Hm,

I mean, on the one hand, for sure, you make a choice, as a third party, to get involved in Supreme Leader's war or not...

Unless you're directly targeted by her!

Nopes hammers how the "Central Church" is the reason why the war started, but are we really swallowing the victim blaming to the point where we put the blame on Rhea for, uh, refusing to die/permanently leave her home and go in exile somewhere, when asked to, for starting the war?

For sure Macuil might think humans will never live in peace and will always war for a reason or another... but does it mean not helping his relatives - non-humans - who are being hunted because their ears are pointy or because they are "an obstacle" to MAGA?

Putting Rhea aside, Macuil seems to appreciate Flayn - who is part of the people hunted by Supreme Leader's war (or her allies), would Macuil, faced with her relic, come to blame "well it was unavoidable humans are humans" or would maybe feel the tiny pang of regret, "if I had joined the war effort maybe I could have saved her"?

Yeah, in a way, the Nabateans not being involved in the war feel completely bonkers, and their ignorance about the events that transpired in WC is just plot contrivance not to, imo, give to much light on Nabateans, Hresvelg Grey and well, the story isn't supposed to be about them (even if in Nopes (GW), Barney mentions stuff Supreme Leader told them about the true nature of both Rhea'n'Seteh? Is it the so called "manifesto" where she denounces them as giant lizards?)

Like, you're telling me Seteth, couldn't tell them "btw the people who caught Rhea are most likely the ones who killed our kin back then and captured Flayn to exsanguinate her, maybe she's turned in a relic right now, are you really sure you don't want to help her?" with an added "and there are weird shapeshifting humans using dark magic like the ones we met back then who are in cahoots with the one starting the war!" ?

Hell, even when Nemesis returns in VW, they don't join - when they joined back then?

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In a way I found the Macuil tidbit about Lambert and Oleg kind of interesting, because he blasted the two of them who were warring, when Rhea - it happened once ! - tried to mediate between two warring nations (Faerghus and Adrestia).

While they both don't like wars and conflict, Macuil only cares about himself, while Rhea cares about humans and Fodlan...

Which hilariously bites her in the end - the humans she cares about and want to protect... are ultimately the ones seeking her end (we can make a point about Supreme Leader being under Slither influence, but for Claude??).

In a cruel way, Macuil was "right" to stop caring about humans, since it means he is the one who sruvives at the end of (both) games. He is the one who is the most "isolated" from humanity (you can only see him in one route!).

His self-imposed isolation justifies his non involvment, at least in FE16 (since he is in the fridge with Ionius in Nopes...).

We know he fights when war is brought to his hometurf - so I suppose, just like his sister, he would also fight if someone agitates her homemade relic asking for his head.

Would he regret not getting involved when asked when he'll see the "homemade relic" being actually the remains of said sister, while asses next wear his brother and niece as weapons?

We don't know, but given how Macuil isn't completely removed from the world - as he still cares for Flayn - I suppose he would be pissed, but that's only headcanon land because the games don't give a fuck about Nabateans, so we can only surmise and suppose and ultimately headcanon stuff about Macuil.

#anon #replies #macuil stuff #FE16 #3 Nopes #Nopes revealed he trusted a human at one point #since Monica received his blood #I don't think he made an hybrid maybe it was just a sip of blood stuff #i only have headcanons about him since the games are kind of silent

[strayslost]

GETTING TO KNOW YOUR MOOTS BETTER !

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Name / Pen-name : Meri!

Pronouns : She/her (okay with they/them too!)

Country / Region : England.

Timezone : GMT

Age / Age group : 25, as of this month!

Favourite colours : Pink, turquoise/teal, yellow, cream & brown, and maybe green too???

Favourite foods : How can you expect me to choose!! if I listed them all I'd be here all day ;~; I suppose a couple are cheesecake, custard (and sweets/cakes generally tbh), spaghetti bolognese, salmon... I've gone too braindead to think of more, sorry :')

Non - RP Hobbies ? : Watching/reading anime, manga and visual novels (when I've got the executive function for it), music, video games, decoration/design, and working on my own stories/songs! I'd love to stream someday, but I'm a bit too nervous to start atm, haha. Same with blogging about some of the things that are important to me - I'd love to do more in that regard, but I'm not really sure where to start.

Favourite animal : BUNNIES and sea creatures in general!! In particular, octopi, sea otters and sea turtles have my whole heart <33

Any allergies ? : I actually have had an allergic reaction to something like. once in my life, but unfortunately I have no idea what it was to, otl ;w; so uhhh. I guess my answer is a "not really"??

Favourite Season : Ooooh, I can't choose. Aesthetically, maybe summer or winter, with autumn close behind. In practice, I'm terrible with temperatures that are too hot or too cold, though!

Scents you like : Vanilla and coffee! Though my sense of smell is pretty bad generally, I'd say these are my favorites.

Coffee / tea / hot cocoa : Tea (with a bit of sugar!). Hot cocoa can be great too, and I don't like the taste of coffee, but I do benefit from the effects of caffeine, so I tend to drink lattes instead.

How long have you been in your current fandom ? : for BSD, it's only been about a year! Actually, I'm pretty sure I got into the series sometime around December 2022, since that's when I first made my Chuuya blog?? It's pretty quickly risen to the spot of my favourite piece of media ever though, at least currently, so congrats to BSD are in order, I think!

Do you prefer to ‘ wing ’ your threads or discuss plots with your partner during or ahead of time ? : I enjoy both! I think my favourite thing to do is to have or discuss a general idea for the starter/thread, for example like... "my muse is time traveling from the future to meet yours", or "my muse discovers a secret yours is hiding," so like basic plotting, and then just seeing where things go from there. But I absolutely enjoy winging it too/just seeing what happens, and I love just as much when my partners have something they particularly want to explore and let me know, so I'm pretty flexible in that regard, I think! (aka send me your wishlists >:) )

Are you okay with getting to know your RP partners outside of writing / becoming good online friends or even offline friends ? : 100000%, honestly I would love this so much! But full warning in advance, I am... very bad at being active and replying to messages quickly in general, otl. I don't have many friends irl as a result of this, even though I really would really like to make more... unfortunately my functioning issues in most areas of my life are pretty bad and this extends to maintaining conversations too. HOWEVER, you're absolutely always welcome to message me whenever you'd like, even if I haven't replied to your last message yet! I find that this can help prompt me to reply to my old messages as well, and I can promise you that my slow replies are absolutely not an indication that I don't want to talk with you or of how I feel about you - I'm just very awkward and find socializing hard, but that doesn't stop me from really enjoying talking with you nonetheless!! (This applies to my RP reply speeds too, tbh) There's way more I could say on this but I might make it it's own post tbh, this section is already getting too long. tl;dr i love you all, let's be friends!! <33

Finally , what are your favourite genres of RP ?: I'm not so good at defining genres, so instead I'll say - I love angst and conflict between characters but also resolving conflicts too, seeing characters get to know and relate to each other better... I'm a big fan of threads with supernatural elements, in particular those that are shocking to the characters, and of secrets being revealed generally too! Exploring character's insecurities and beliefs and having them change their perspective is great as well... basically, I'd say I enjoy "meaty" threads with lots of emotions or action over like slice-of-life, casual interactions, but even those can be fun if they're well done, honestly!

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#ooc #( memes. ) #this was so nice to do!! I love being tagged in these kinds of memes tbh #i hope i didn't go on too long with some of these answers but! #<33333 you all. i'm excited to see what you all have to say if you do it; too!

[historiaxvanserra]

i think what people forget with the ic and every character in acotar actually is that they're all morally grey, they're the villains for some people but not everyone. my thing with making the reader in eris stories (especially when it's a archeron sister) be shunned by the ic is that one of the qualities the ic has, that makes them not villains but stay in the grey area, is that they care about each other a lot so the sister just being isolated feels like a cop out a lot of times (though even sjm seems to forget they're supposed to love each other sometimes). of course that depends with the story and how people want to write it but i think a lot of times people use one single scene of the ic not liking the character and then she goes to autumn and they dont show up again.

i like writing eris and ic bickering so it's usually the ic having to understand that eris isn't all bad even if some of the apprehension lingers (especially with mor, it makes sense) and eris putting up with them even if one of his big mistakes involved them and he spent most of his life trying to get them to not like him. but they both have to swallow their pride because they love reader and can see the other makes them happy. like the ic fully has an escape plan all planned out in case reader ever gives the signal and eris probably has a plan for if he needs to cut ties with the night court but they still have dinners together all the time (and would totally kill anyone that harmed the other even if they never admitted it)

i think it's because i dont really much angst and the found family trope is very important to me and i hate separating them

I don’t necessarily think the sister being isolated is a bad thing. They can love eachother and still be distant. nesta was for a long while and tbh even once she’s integrated into the ic she’s not really one of them. They don’t fight for her the same way they did for feyre.

In the eris fic in writing the reader is kind of isolated mostly by her own doing though. Or at least she keeps a certain emotional distance from the ic. But part of the journey she goes on will be healing those relationships. It is mostly set in autumn though with a few scenes with the ic throughout (or that I’ve planned already anyway). I guess Eris is the main love interest so it’s more centred around his relationship with the reader and his brothers/mother. That being said Eris is kind of a complicated character and his upbringing makes it hard for him to form lasting relationships cause he’s never been loved without condition so coming into that late relationship is hard.

If you’re not usually a lover of angst you might want to sit this one out cause there will probably be a fair bit. The reader and Eris are idiots who will have miscommunications and arguments before we get to all the fluff and happy endings. There will be plenty of tender moments between it all too.

[minimoefoe]

Thirteen Era Rewatch: Rosa

I'm re-watching Thirteen's era in lead up to the Centenary and since this is likely going to be my last full re-watch for a while I thought I'd do a post on each ep where I just go over all the things I love, hate or just have some general thoughts on.

I don’t like that they referred to the TARDIS as ‘it’ and ‘thing’, it sounds wrong lmao

I like that 13 jumps in front of everyone after Ryan gets hit but then Yaz jumps in front of her and basically takes more control than 13 does for a second

I’ve seen people say that 13 should’ve done more during this ep to defend Ryan/Yaz from the racism but I don’t think there was much she could’ve done tbh. I think it makes more sense for her to just tell everyone to lay low and be careful bc racism is like, woven into basically everything there. It’s not like in S10 when 12 slapped a racist and then the worst that happened is him and Bill got tied up, if the they up too much of a fight in Alabama everyone else around them would’ve been on their ass and things would just get worse.

Thirteen continuing her trend of confronting the bad guys when the fam aren’t there to properly see it, basically hiding that side of herself so the fam just think of her as a happy spacewoman. Don’t understand how people can see confrontation scenes like this and come out of it thinking 13 doesn’t have any authority and isn’t threatening. She’s great??

I know people say they were tryna plant seeds for Ryan and Yaz getting together but tbh I’ve always seen that scene more as two friends/siblings who never compliment each other just being awkward but idk, it might just be bc I’ve always got my Thasmin goggles on

I love all the small references to 13 being a woman. Acknowledging that it’s a change but not making it a big deal. Tho we do so it in how she acts. Like I think chances are if she was a man, she would have handled Ryan being hit slightly differently

I love Ryan and Yaz’s chat while they’re hiding and also Ryan and Rosa’s chat outside Rosa’s house. I find it interesting that Ryan can have these deep chats with other people but will brush Graham off most of the time.

Love how much Grace is brought up in this episode. I feel like it would’ve been very easy to kinda forgot about her and not bring her up that often even tho she’s a big part of Ryan/Graham’s arcs

I really don’t care that Krasko doesn’t have any motives other than being a massive racist. He doesn’t need another motive, people who just Are racist for no real reason actually do exist. Not every racist needs an explanation behind it (like Joan in HN/Fob). He’s also not the main focus. We don’t need some fancy fleshed out space racist with a sad backstory for this ep when the focus is supposed to be on Rosa and her story.

I don’t get how some people think this episode is them taking the choice away from Rosa or causing it to happen? The whole point is that this is what Rosa does herself but Krasko is in the way trying to stop it so The Doctor and co have to keep it on track. They don’t force or persuade Rosa to do anything. She chooses to stay seated. The only thing is the Doctor and co just happened to be there when it took place.

I love that Ryan is the one to get rid of Krasko. I’m sure ppl have complained about how 13 doesn’t care that Ryan shot Krasko off into the far future but like… he’s a space racist so why would she care? Ryan didn’t kill him or anything, he just sent him somewhere else.

Seeing Graham not want to be involved in what’s happening but have no choice is kinda interesting idk

I find the moments where Yaz is kinda stuck in the middle and doesn’t know what she should do pretty interesting. Like, she is allowed to sit in the white area of the bus but also she is getting called a Mexican and hiding behind bins from the police.

I like the talk at the end about Rosa’s impact but the asteroid thing is a bit odd. Like idk how her having an asteroid named after her is exactly proof she ‘changed the universe’. Don’t asteroids and stars get named all kinds of random shit??

Carrying on the theme of talking about what we know about the characters - 13 keeps mostly happy around the fam but goes off on her own to confront the bad guy. Yaz is authoritative, showing her police training, and says she likes/wants to be in charge. Graham and Ryan have a better relationship than the previous eps but Ryan is still iffy with him sometimes.

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #yasmin khan #graham o'brien #ryan sinclair #nataliechats #dw meta

[violet-dragongirl]

Like I know I've seen run across my own dash about how fallout games (particularly fallout 3, fallout new vegas, fallout 4, and fallout 76) have a massive problem with not only the game mechanics of Shooting Is The Conflict Resolution King and Problems That Are Supposed To Be Tense And Complicated Parlays Of Avoiding A Firefight Are Simplified With Bullets, and also with it's terrible (mid at best but not handing it to them) handling of nationalism (particularly from a white narrative), and like....

The handling of the apocalypse part also I feel like needs to be talked about too...in the sense that I feel like it's not talked about enough.

From the visual design to the aspect of The Fear of Losing It All to not having a narrative that focuses on characters' experiences of a world going through another apocalypse because their people already went through and continually went through colonization and genocide up until bombs fell

which...lightly and flatly put, was already there by how the series lands its allegory, just not really brought up because the focus of course didn't want to bring that up

...but...it actually still is part of the focus, considering the locations, symbolism, tales and hints of american imperialism's "golden" age being set roughly around the time a lot of shit was going on irl that was either hinted fictionally or was entirely taken out for the sole purpose of that focus while also showing how willfully ignorant the people in these awfully made suburban areas were, and that, even if there was one or two that were fully fucking aware of how "war never changes" (tbh I hate that fucking line nowadays), that they too are just...not even considering their house is sitting on a pool of blood from a peole they colonized, conquered, and continued to kill

and while you can create a character and headcanon them with such a background that makes any of these games more complex in story (or as much as you can make it complex for how...subjectively flat and dull some to most of the complexities are in these games), it still would more than likely leave your character asking the question "where is everybody [like me]?"

I guess what i'm trying to state in all of this is that the telling of The or A apocalypse in video games really needs to get out of the mindset of "it only happened once to everyone around the world and that's where the complex stuff about surviving the End of The World truly begins", and start putting in--if not fully about--the complexities, allegories, and experiences of people who had to survive a second apocalypse that might be worse than the last but nevertheless happened a second time that was ultimately devastating.

Also, make that story un-fucking-comfortable for a myriad of writing reasons.

#irrelevant babble #*sigh* stating all of that has holes and mistakes I realize that #I'm just mostly venting about being annoyed about how these particular games leave out so much #and honestly please don't say 'that's what mods are for' cos I can tell you from my own experience of trying find mods #that expand on the things I talked about...it's like....barely registerable on anyone's radar #these are concepts and narratives that should be in these kinds of stories from the get go of the vanilla game #and honestly not just up to the modding community to make their story better and more compelling #and yes once again I know I'm talking about four very mid at best games here #but I still feel like the effects of what these games left behind is something to talk about

[haleigh-sloth]

So we know Hori said everyone kinda ends up in the same place so any predictions on how everyone will head to the big battlefield. Endeavor and Hawks follow AFO but what of Toga and Ochako. (Why do I feel like we won't see much of them, like it will be wrapped up in a flash back or something cause it's been sooooo long) and Dabi and Shoto. I don't see how this will end this year there's so much to cover still and several holidays. Have a beautiful day 😊🌻🌸

Hmmmm I have a lot of thoughts on how it could potentially go down

Well currently AFO is heading toward Shigaraki and I have no reason to think he won’t get there, so that’s putting him in the same area as Midoriya, Bakugo, and Aizawa.

Aizawa leads to Kurogiri. So assuming Spinner breaks him out (which I’m sure he will) I think Kurogiri will head to where Shigaraki is, which puts him and Aizawa together (yay). That could also bring Spinner to that area. Depending on how this fight with Shouji affects him (I mean it’s supposed to so), I assume Spin will show up wanting to try to help Shigaraki somehow and fight against the AFO current, Kurogiri thinking the same.

I don’t think Toga will be dealt with via flashback, at least I hope. I’m pretty confident in however Hori decides to handle it though. It’s one of the things that he said he’s itching to draw, a specific scene from it he’s excited for. Which means it’ll be good. The only option I can think of is one of the warp quirks. Probably Kurogiri due to the distance. So idk I guess that’s how Toga, Ochacko, Tsu, and Gang Orca make it back. It’s kinda the only way that makes sense, unless Gang Orca gives them a ride back to mainland by swimming and carrying them. And while that sounds crazy to say out loud—given recent developments I absolutely cannot write it off 😂😂🐋 (Gang Orca I can see wanting to help Toga, as crazy as that sounds—I have my reasons).

Touya and Shouto—I expect after their stuff with Endeavor is handled they will want to make it back to the shelter. Because at this point it’s a ticking time bomb waiting for those spies to start their chaos. And given the visual focus the Todorokis got immediately before the spies were shown in that last chapter—I’m convinced Touya, Shouto, and Endeavor will want to go there to save their family (along with everyone else’s who are there).

Going into more prediction without a specific reason for thinking this territory:

But I don’t see sky high UA lasting til the end. Idk how but I expect it to come down somehow, putting it close to the shelter so that everyone is in the same vicinity. I think it’s a safe assumption, but unlike the association between the Todorokis and the UA spies leading me to think Touya and company will go to the shelter—I don’t have anything specifically making me think Sky High UA will come down. I just have a feeling it will. Idk.

Breaking Kurogiri out of the hospital also means breaking Compress out (I think they’re in the same place??). Well, if not that way, we know Compress will be back so it doesn’t matter how. Lady N I’m pretty sure is in that hospital so that sets her free too (to help the heroes fight).

I feel like this is all really specific but tbh it’s just general ideas. I think everybody will end up in the same area at some point and I’m just rationalizing how it could happen I guess lol.

Have a good day too!!

#bnha predictions #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha asks

[millepara]

waccha primagi episode 40 spoilers (so many)

RYUME HAS PANTS!! neat. I am actually wondering for the first time if her outfit is so similar to Myam’s bc they are both partners of primagistas? it doesn’t make a lot of sense considering Myamu’s outfit was like that before she was Matsuri’s partner, but I’m not sure that it matters if it makes sense (in a children’s anime). like Ryume is the only other partnered magic user we’ve seen a human form for, so atm that’s the only thing I know she has in common with Myamu... like what if Chimumu etc all have similar variations on that outfit is what I’m saying

+ given the furry bow/tail she has on her outfit, I now think her animal is a kirin and not a dragon? maybe I’m about to find out though

AH A NEW OP... unexpectedly soon. god I hope I like this one bc I have not liked the last two. fingers crossed

I like it better so far, which is something...

is Hughie officially working in Matsuri’s family’s candy workshop now. is Inoru going to team up with Truth? wow how does that happen... oh wow Matsuri’s patchwork coord. everyone’s there in it, huh. I don’t hate it tbh, it’s very Tokyo fashion student handmade streetwear, but tell me that’s not her actual Element coord

AH ok there’s like a heart-themed coord, that’s more like it. oh, and there they all are in the Heavens Rare recolor that was already previewed on the site for s6. I guess this pillar and garden area is supposed to be heaven? (just like aikatsu friends...)

lmao I barely listened to the song, I was too busy thinking abt the visuals. let me go back and....... uh, it’s my fav of the 3 for sure, but def keeping up the priseries op trend of me not liking them that much. oh well

hate how primagi keeps trying to make us care abt Achihiko. I don’t and I won’t

so Kaguya is Matsuri’s dad’s real last name. does that make her Kaguya Matsuri? where did Hibino come from.

YES Jennifer GET HER!! (kiss her)

having Auru here to figure all of Omega’s schemes out is such a relief, if it were left to the rest it would take weeks and be so frustrating to watch

has Matsuri STILL not told anyone abt the voice she keeps hearing telling her to save Jennifer? we’ve spent so much time with duo units that I forgot

this new song. holy shit...........

the sword!! can’t believe they choreographed a dance w a sword and that I am at some point going to be able to see my mychara doing it in the game!!!! I like the diamond cowgirl sun coord too mostly, though those feather starbursts tacked to her upper arms are weird

(Meganee and Auru’s matching glasses... cute)

SUPERVILLAIN ORIGIN EVENT..... I guess that’s why they all seem to be fighting her in the op. love & adore the new coord. didn’t know she could do that to the coord mates. so now no one has a coord and it seems to imply that no one can do primagi now? (except for maybe Auru? bc she doesn’t use magic?) are we going to have a bunch of eps w no performance now... impossible. so is that why Matsuri has a homemade coord? hmmm

Lux Aeterna... so that’s the name of my new fav song

wow, she really is getting the homemade coord in the next ep according to the preview!! I hope she gets a new song too.

....and. well. once again, the character with darker skin turns out to be the ‘evil’ one. I mean, it is like, she was so hurt by her father figure’s betrayal of her feelings that she no longer cared what terrible schemes he was using her for, and the Sun element used that as a chance to possess her, so it’s not actually Jennifer actively doing it or even wanting it or anything, but. hm. I really loved this ep a lot, just... why are we doing this again.

#anyway i support her