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kendrixtermina · 2 years

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Distinguishing 5 vs 9

(This started out as a reply but then I realized that it should be its own post/ could be helpful to more ppl than just the recipient or my usual blog readers)

It’s worth noting that a 9-fixed 5 can absolutely present as somewhat “soft”, shy and/or conflict avoidant, and that 9s can absolutely come off very philosophical & intellectual, especially if they’re, like, Ne aux. Also, as both are in the withdrawn triad there would genuinely be shared behavior patterns.

That said, for this one there’s 3 good litmust test questions:

a) “What do you do when you’re talked at unexpectedly or suddenly asked if you can do an errand for someone”.

The more randomly the better cause that way one is more likely to just respond on automatic.

Basically, (& this has been confirmed to me by numerous accounts) the 9 is much more likely to humor the rando for a while or get sidetracked from whatever they were meaning to do, even if they may be annoyed or kick themselves for it afterward. “WTF did I agree to this? I thought I was chill with this but actually it does bother me/ piss me off... ” are common types of experiences. Priority sorting is not a strenght or at least takes deliberate effort.

A 5 generally would kneejerk default to either excusing themselves immediately (”ivegottogodosomething”) or limiting the scope of the interaction once minimum politeness has been served. They’d tend to have their priorities immediately present (”If I say yes to this now then I might not be able to do what I wanted to do this afternoon... ugh theres never enough time...”) - they would be far less likely to agree to something they don’t wanna do & if they did, it would be the result of a considered deliberate decision. (often of the form of ”lets meet my quota for now so they’ll shut up about it & let me be”)

b) “Are you a forgiving person?”

This isn’t always conclusive but often if you ask this the person will say something that clinches it one way or another.

9s can and do disappear on ppl sometimes but generally letting go on old attachments can be a struggle & they’d rather get along if the option exists & might be the sort of ppl who’d prefer to at least forgive inwardly for their own peace of mind, & will at least generally give ppl the benefit of the doubt, second chances etc.

5s may actually tend toward keeping grudges. You only see that mentioned in a few sources because it doesn’t fit the general stereotype. (that, and because, unless pushed, they’d simply avoid whoever slighted or angered them, so maybe only their spouse or their bestie knows that they loathe that guy from work.)

- not every individual does, because it doesn’t seem worth the drama or, they’re trying to be objective about it etc. but even then there still tends to be a “once you’re out, you’re out” policy - not generally the sorts to stay friends with their exes.

c) When someone’s trying to type themselves: “What degree of inner running commentary do you have? How much do you “interpret” your experience moment to moment?”

Specifically in a random every day situation like walking down a street, not a setting where everyone would get their thinky gears spinning, like trying to solve a task oriented problem.

None too long ago I came by this excellent writeup on “how to write a 9 as a 1st person POV character” (by a 9 writer)

Especially this bit here:

I wouldn't use metaphors/similes if I were writing myself as a close POV. If I'm watching a sunset or enjoying a flower or something, I'm not cataloging, comparing, capturing, or evaluating it, I'm just experiencing its existence as itself. For something pleasant, my thoughts might momentarily narrow to the equivalent of a long, satisfied sigh.

That’s honestly a little hard for me to imagine.

For contrast, this here is a 5 - and you can tell from the last paragraph that they are probably 9-fixed. (The person didn’t know their type yet, so this is an almost completely untainted account) As you see, it’s almost the total opposite.

Which is super fascinating when you think about cause those 2 types can be among the most similar as far as outward behavior goes, especially if you grab yourself 2 specimens of the same mbti, yet at the same time the inner experience is night and day.

What’s especially striking is how the experience of being struck by beauty leads this person to a lowering of activity rather than an increase of it. (I’m guessing this may be common for all the head types & gut types respectively. Some 3s, 2s or 4s please describe their experience of The Pretty for me so I can complete the set)

Earlier today I was sent a picture that made me go “Wow this is so beautiful actually” though it was, like, a half eaten apple sent to me for the humor of eating it differently than expected.

But because it had been eaten from the top, & the core had this five-rayed structure, almost like a star, that isn’t visible when you cut it like normal, mostly cutting into the core from the sides.

I realized that it is from the structure of the flower - apple blossoms have 5 petals and of course the inner structure of the flower, the stamens, the ovary etc. also has that star-like symmetry and the fruit grows out of the inner parts of the flower. So there was an echo of a long-faded flower in that apple.

I suppose a star shape is pretty in and of itself, but much of me response came from superimposed layers of interpretation, not cause a half eaten apple is so appealing on a sensory level.

#enneagram #enneagram 9 #9w1 #9w8 #5w6 #5w4 #enneagram 5

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fortunatelycooltrash · 2 months

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hello! sorry if this is annoying and feel free to ignore me if this is a question you get a lot but I was curious if you are the author of "The Judge's choice" on AO3.

I was feeling nostalgic a few days ago and wanted to re-read the fics that got me into fanfiction in the first place so imagine my surprise when I can't seem to find this fic in my bookmarks nor on the author's ao3 page. Anyhow, long story short, I went on a 4 hour investigation spree looking for the fic and stumble upon this post on your blog (https://www.tumblr.com/fortunatelycooltrash/190283589313/where-can-i-find-the-fanfic?source=share) that seemingly has the link i'm searching for but when I enter it doesn't work. So yeah, I think the work might be deleted and I wanted to know whether it was conscious choice on your part because this fic meant a lot to me and it would be a pity for it to be lost but at the same time I respect if that is your final decision for whatever reason (you already provided so many great works to the site that I can't really ask for more, y'know?).

I know this is old and that what I’m about to say is somewhat not relevant to your ask but it will answer your questions and hopefully anyone else that travels over from my ao3 account.

While I don’t plan to permanently be away, hardly anyone ever does. I didn’t shut off my laptop one day and decide I hated my stories and didn’t want to write them anymore, but life has a funny way of making writing funky cat stories sit on the back burner and then you turn around and it’s been years. The troubles I mentioned in my notes were not the worst ones to come and they never quite ended, there’s always a fire to put out somewhere and usually it burns out my motivation before I can put it out.

While I do understand people loved the story, the truth is that I really, really, don’t and I hate that stupid 15yr old me put it out for everyone to read without even polishing it. Even when I tried to revamp it, it would essentially be rewriting it which was too big a project for me to take on with everything else in my life.

It’s writing is bad to me and it embarrasses me for it to be public in any form, hence why comments that try and post links to downloaded versions or the way back machine are deleted from any other work they comment on. I can’t stop people from having these and, frankly, I don’t mind whoever has them having them <privately> but I prefer it to not be posted all over a Small Flame or A Snuffed Spark which are works that I was actually kind of proud of.

I know the intent is not malicious or disrespectful but to me it is. If I wanted the fic all over my profile, even when I’ve stepped away from it, I’d not have taken it down. The works I’m comfortable with being public are the ones I’ve allowed to stay up.

If you have a copy of it, or can find a copy of it, that does not bother me but please do not post it on my other works. I don’t want it on my profile or reposted on the site at this moment.

I may rewrite it someday into something more polished and, for god’s sake, <spell checked> but for now that project is the last thing on my mind. I’d most likely continue A small flame before anything else.

#warrior cats #warriors #warriors au #wc

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la-hannya · 1 year

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"SeSsRiN iS cAnOn, GeT a LiFe AnD mOvE oN"!!!! cit.

Rumiko Takahashi NEVER said that Yashahime/Sessrin are canon, Sessrinners are living in their own delusion as usual because litterally every canon source tells otherwise but of course they prefer to ignore this truth. Rumiko, after Yashahime was out clearly stated that Sess is Rin's "hogosha" aka guardian/parental figure and in her recent interview also clearly stated that her series, ALL OF THEM, are over. She never acknowledged Yashahime as Inuyasha's canon sequel, we were never told by whoever to consider Yashahime part of the Inuyasha canonical storyline as if Rumiko herself wrote it unlike J.K.Rowling did with the Curse of the Heir that unfortunately is canon. On the contrary, on the Yashahime OFFICIAL WEBSITE is clearly stated that Yashahime is nothing more than Sumisawa's au scenario. Even the author of the YH manga adaption explained on a Twitter post that his work is merely his PERSONAL INTERPRETATION of Yashahime. So basically it's a doujinshi inspired to a fanfiction. These Sessrin pedos stupidly believe that given that Rumiko approved these works means that they're magically turned canon, but just so you know she needs to approve everything related to Inuyasha because of legal rights. She also approved the movies and the drama cds (remember the Inukik one?) but this stuff is never canon and never will be. Toriyama also had to approve Dragon Ball GT but it's still not canon. The day Rumiko will wake up and publicly announce we're supposed to consider the YH series and manga as canon then it's gonna be set in stone, but canonical sources tell otherwise and contraddicting themselves now would embarass and make them look like clowns who're not able to make up their minds. So no, not gonna happen. Not now not ever, sorry. Also, Rumiko never remotely hinted in her CANON story that Sesshomaru and Rin would be lovers, nor that Sess's feelings for her were remotely romantic when he showed to care for her. On the contrary, she always called out pedophilic behaviors in her story, when Miroku asked that 11 yo girl to birth his kids, all the other characters were disgusted as it should be. And Rin had exactly the same age when Pedomaru proposed to her in that disgusting drama cd that again, wasn't from Rumiko but from Sunrise.

So... nice try pedos, but no, your garbage pedo ship will NEVER BE CANON. You can cry as much as you want, just enjoy your fanfiction/doujinshi crumbs and go back to the sewer were pedos like you belong 🤷‍♀️😘

There's an Inukik one???

And yes, that's on point with what we've been saying for the past 3 years and even before that.

Also, even if it's not canon I dunno why they can get so up in arms "Like really? That's gonna stop you from shipping your THING? That is not canon. You gonna die because of that?" If we go by Anastasia's source, (*a person who worked animating some parts of HnY*) and that first leak— it's implied they were more "mom" options on the table and that when present with the idea of "Rin" mostly everyone on the meeting rejected it except ofc you know whos that kept pushing the idea (and we know that backfired). So, let's say it was Kikyo, or Kagura, or Sara Asano, or even Kagome, or EVEN some random woman.

It would still have been non-canon... 🤷🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️

Facts.

Unless RT says otherwise, it would still be non-canon.

And even if that had happened. I have a feeling they would be rustled at us and the studio for not choosing theirs. Tbh, why care about that? Even if you ignore the saucerib in HnY. The rest of the thing mostly f*cking sucks. They had HnY on the backburner for years after TFA and they couldn't come up with decent writing? They would've f*cked over my ship or the others like they did theirs and InuKag's. The people I know here can come up with something better in a one shot in one day. Hells, weren't they tagging #justiceforsessrin on twitter because they hated how it turned out at the ending?

At this point I don't really give much about HnY. As long as they stay in their little corner and stay off my sh*t I won't give Fs so like I've told em before:

"Block me".

I just want to focus on my headcanons and writing skills to Git Gud. I'm more mad that thanks to a guy with a Loli fetish this fandom isn't what it used to be.

#anti rinsess #anti sessrin #antisessrin #antiyashahime #anti pedosawa

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holocene-sims · 1 year

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5, 13, 22 & 23 for the storytelling ask game, please!

hiii!! thank you so much for the ask ❤️

5. how do your choose your character's names?

by scouring behindthename.com or forebears.io for literal hours 👀 sourcing names first is always my first step, especially because i prefer to use culturally specific names for my sims, and those websites are awesome for looking up name origins and popularity by region. after that, i choose names based on their pronunciation and the vibe they give off. i don't care about the meaning.

also, r/namenerds on reddit is so much fun. i'll look on there, too, mostly if i'm looking to name a character's sibling because a lot of people post lists on there of names with a similar feeling

something else i do as well is i try to incorporate the personalities of whoever would have named the character canonically. like grant's name is joseph, the same as his grandfather's name, because his parents were (1) boring and (2) lazy about picking names

13. from basic planning to finished post, how long does that take you?

tbh it takes me a long ass time because i tend to do all of that at once. like my outline process is literally just a note on my phone listing, in bullet points, the scenes chronologically in one to three words. i wing everything at the last minute and you know, that's served me well so far, so i don't plan to change it

but anyway, my process is usually that i don't make posts unless i can complete a whole scene. i sit down, take all the pics for the whole entire scene, edit them, and then write the script that goes with them. then i'll put it all together on tumblr. a scene that's only one post long might take me a couple hours. anything longer and it'll take me at least a day, sometimes two or three.

the scene that took me the longest was the scene AFTER grant and his grandma go to the arcade and they have that LONGGGGGG chat in the living room. i kid you not, that scene and all its posts took me months to finish

22. choose a favourite character from your story so far

clearly the answer is grant!

but in the interest of being different, my other top favorite character is aoife. first of all, she's just an adorable old woman with a fascinating backstory and personality, but on another note, i love her because of her function in the story. you'll see more of it later as things progress but she's important beyond her very tight knit relationship with grant. she's also important because she serves as his mirror image. she's a whole lot more like him than anyone realizes

23. choose your least favourite character so far

again, the obvious answer is grant's mom mary but that's TOO boring, so let's spice it up again!

least favorite is probably alex (grant's cousin, the one getting married) just because he doesn't have a lot of personality in terms of the story. he's incredibly boring to write for. like it kills me to because i feel like i'm forcing myself to make HIM interesting. he's very boring. now, i will say, his appearances are fun in the end because they have (and will continue to) produce a lot of interesting content for and about grant

stay tuned for that

#asks #hlcn: story extras

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the-girl-in-the-box · 2 years

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One Swallow Can Make A Summer IV

A/N: Now that Barris Week is finished, I'm finally back with an update for this fic! Peeling back a few more layers here this time, and I actually mean that I will be posting more frequent chapters now! I can't say necessarily that it'll be weekly, as I'm going to resume writing my other fics as well, but it won't be another multiple month wait. Trigger warnings for this chapter include PTSD induced nightmares, as well as anxiety and panic in the first scene. Bearing that in mind, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: The world is at war, and none will be left unchanged in its wake. Downton Abbey is now a convalescent home where wounded officers are sent to recover, and Sergeant Thomas Barrow couldn’t be more satisfied with his position in running it. But with the arrival of a kind new maid, the downstairs dynamic shifts, and Thomas finds himself in the middle of a strange situation, which only grows stranger as the war goes on. With the answers he seeks hidden in the Abbey’s past, inaccessible to Thomas alone, and danger lurking around any corner, he’ll have to learn to trust his instincts and his allies before it’s too late.

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There was nothing that put Thomas in a foul mood quite as quickly as being woken in the middle of the night- not these days at least. He’d been woken too often by screaming and yelling in the trenches, by gunshots and cannonfire and all, to wake now to loud sounds without his heart pounding violently in his chest, breaths coming shakily and all too fast. His hands shook, although he wasn’t aware of that, really, and there was a fine line of sweat across his brow. Panic had gripped him, and it held onto him a little while longer before he finally realised he was safe in the attic of Downton Abbey, and whoever was screaming was not a wounded soldier he needed to tend to. That said, he could hear doors opening and closing as others went to see what was happening. So, he figured he’d better get out there, too.

There was already a crowd gathering outside Lord Grantham’s valet’s room, and Thomas could hear the man shouting that he, “wouldn’t go back, no matter what!”

As he wormed his way into the room, he heard Carson assuring him, “No one’s asking you to go back, Mr. Lang.”

Unfortunately, Thomas was still quite shaken and very well irritated, so he snarked, “No, just to put a sock in it.” He turned his head when he heard a quiet chuckle from somewhere beside him, and found the source of the sound to be Sylvia, who was now standing beside him and looking a touch disoriented herself. Still, she’d somehow managed to chuckle at his comment, so he didn’t think it could be too bad.

It occurred to him then that this was the first time he’d ever seen her with her hair loose, all bright red curls that fell down around her shoulders. The candle she held cast a warm glow across her face, softening her features and nearly making her appear asif she were on fire. He began to wonder if any of the officers had tried to make a pass at her- he knew many in the trenches who would have done.

Vaguely, Thomas was aware of O’Brien trying to talk to Lang, and of the others soon beginning to leave, but his attention was still caught by how dazed Sylvia actually did seem, and no, he was right- she was paler than she usually was, almost looking unwell. As the staff disbursed, he quietly pulled her into his room before anyone could notice anything amiss.

“Something’s bothering you,” he said, always quick to the point. “What is it?”

She blinked a few times as she seemed to force herself to focus on his face. “I was just startled awake is all,” she answered. “But I’m fine. Are you? You’re shaking.” Thomas frowned and looked down at his hands, finding it was true.

“So I am,” he replied. “But you are, too.” When she lifted a hand to check, it was perfectly still. “Or… you were.”

Sylvia shook her head and shrugged. “I wake up shaky if I’m startled into it,” she explained. “It can take me a bit to get settled again. So, all that shouting…” She tilted her head as if to encourage him to connect the dots for himself. “I’m alright now though, I think.” When he didn’t say anything just yet, she gently asked him, “What about you, though? Are you alright?”

Thomas looked up at her and swallowed hard. “There’s been too many nights now I’ve woken up to men screaming,” he confessed. “I know in my head I’m back here at Downton Abbey, that there’s no enemy outside that door to shoot me down the moment I open it, but waking up the way I did tonight…”

“You suddenly weren’t so sure?” Sylvia surmised with a sad smile, and he nodded his head.

“Took me a minute to remember, yeah,” he confirmed.

Sylvia slowly crossed the room to him, and she laid her hands on his arms in order to try and comfort him. “You’re safe,” she promised him, her voice soft. “There’s no threat to you here, Thomas. You are safe, and you’re home, and you won’t ever be asked to go back. You’re going to be alright now.”

Thomas nodded a little, and then took in a deep, shaky breath, which he in turn let out slowly. “I know,” he said. “I just got so used to…”

“Oh, Thomas, I know…” she whispered, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “I know.”

He was once again confronted by the rather ugly truth that he liked this, and yet hated it all at once. Letting someone see him like this was so far out of his realm of comfort that his first instinct was to pull away, toss her out into the hall and get back to managing by himself. But then she’d go and do something like this, something to make him feel she understood him, and cared for him, and suddenly he didn’t want her to leave anymore. He didn’t want to be alone, anymore.

It was pathetic, wasn’t it? He’d only known this woman for a few weeks, and yet how much had he told her about himself? Not the big things, the things she could do real damage with, sure, but how long would it be before he wanted to tell her those things, too?

Even though he didn’t really want to, Thomas pulled away slightly, and offered her a tight smile. “You should get back to your room before someone realises you’re still over here,” he said. “Carson and Mrs. Hughes won’t like knowing we were in here alone.” He was pretty sure they suspected the truth about him, but the only reason they had to think that in the first place was the fact they’d never heard of him being interested in a girl. Who was to say they wouldn’t change their minds upon finding him alone with Sylvia in his bedroom? Any evidence they thought they had would be made meaningless next to that.

She sighed and returned his smile, though hers was more genuine even if also more sad. “You’re probably right, I’m afraid,” she said. “You’ll be alright if I go?”

Thomas nodded, hiding his uncertainty as best he could. “I’ll be fine,” he lied. For a very brief moment, she seemed about to question, but then she nodded and let it go.

“Alright,” she said. “Try to get some rest, then, and I’ll see you in the morning?”

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he confirmed.

She surprised him by leaning up to kiss his cheek before stepping past him to go to the door, and he blinked a few times before turning to watch her. However, he found her behavior a bit strange when he did.

Sylvia had paused at the door to press her ear against it, her eyes closed as she concentrated intently. He watched her lips move, not making a sound, until she suddenly slipped out, and shut the door so silently behind her that it was as if it hadn’t moved at all. Hearing nothing from the hall, Thomas opened his door to be sure she’d gotten away alright, only to find that she had disappeared entirely as though she’d been no more than a ghost.

Thomas returned to his room and his door shut with a soft click.

Now, Thomas might have felt better the next day if they hadn’t been hosting General Strutt, an important military officer who wanted to see the convalescent home being run at Downton Abbey. It was quite a big deal that he was coming, and he was well aware that the running of the medical staff was going to reflect back on himself, and on Dr. Clarkson. But O’Brien had been right about Mrs. Crawley, and she was overstepping quite drastically into his territory- he couldn’t imagine what she must have been doing to Her Ladyship. It was time he did something about it.

Alright, so maybe he was already supposed to be doing something about it on O’Brien’s request, but he’d only really wanted to come back for the chance to order Carson around. (He had thought it would be cathartic, and he was right.) He had underestimated how stubborn and hardheaded Mrs. Crawley would be, though, and that was before this visit. She was now practically pushing him right out of his job. Thomas had tried to remind her that he was the manager, thank you very much, as she had, “just had some ideas,” that she thought, “might have been helpful.” But he either needed to be in charge, or he needed to not be. Thomas couldn’t put up with this back and forth for very long.

Apparently, he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding his frustration, as he saw Sylvia perking up a bit as she walked by him. She paused and frowned once she noticed the look on his face. “Sergeant Barrow?” she asked, getting his attention. “Goodness, you look quite put out. Is everything alright?”

Thomas shifted his mouth, almost as if chewing on all the words he was tempted to say, before he nodded toward a quiet corner of the hall where they would be able to talk. He led her over to it, and she leaned against the wall in a way that sort of mirrored him. It certainly made them look like quite the pair. “Mrs. Crawley’s up on her high horse,” he said. “She’s getting grander than the Queen herself, pushing in on my business and on Her Ladyship’s business, and O’Brien and I have had it. This house isn’t hers to run, and neither’s the hospital- it’s ours.”

Sylvia’s eyes widened a little, and when she turned to glance around the room, chuckled at the sight of Mrs. Crawley standing and giving orders to one of the nurses. “Case in point, I see,” she quipped. “What’s got you bothered, then? Her behavior in general? Or is there something else?”

“I want her nose out of our business,” he said casually. This would certainly test her loyalty, he figured. If she didn’t report him for what would have looked like quite the mutiny, then that would say quite a bit about her.

“You have a plan, then?” she questioned him, and he gave a small shrug.

“I’ll probably just talk to Dr. Clarkson, see if I can make a point of how she’s overstepping and interfering in my ability to do my job right,” he replied, and Sylvia made a face that told him she wasn’t very sure about that idea, scrunching up her nose and pursing her lips. “What? You don’t think I should?”

She hummed and leaned back against the wall, looking quite relaxed, even if thoughtful, as she worked through the issue. Then, she said, “No, I think you need a quieter approach. Work her out, don’t shove her out. If Dr. Clarkson just moves her into a different position, she could end up with more power, still able to interfere, and you’ve lost your chance to get rid of her because now you’re subject to her decisions officially.”

Thomas grimaced. “I see your point,” he said. “Unless I can get Dr. Clarkson to get her working elsewhere. I left an empty post at the hospital, surely she could work there instead?”

Sylvia tilted her head briefly. “Suppose so,” she said. “It’s your call ultimately, but I’d still go for making her quit herself.”

“I don’t think we need to overcomplicate things,” he countered, and she lifted her hands in mock surrender.

“Well, as I said, it’s your call. That’s just what I would do.”

Thomas watched her go thoughtfully, wondering if perhaps there was something to her idea. He’d have to revisit it if things didn’t go as planned with Dr. Clarkson.

Things did not go as planned with Dr. Clarkson.

Thomas was scowling a bit as he walked away from the dining room, off in search of Sylvia. He and O’Brien had made a point of listening in, and so they’d heard the news that Mrs. Crawley was to work with Her Ladyship to run Downton in Dr. Clarkson’s stead, which O’Brien had taken as a step in the right direction as it would hopefully force her to have to listen to Her Ladyship. But Thomas knew she’d likely keep on making decisions on her own, that he was now obligated to subject himself to, so he wasn’t satisfied.

Sylvia had been right after all, and this just meant Mrs. Crawley now outranked him- quite literally his superior when Dr. Clarkson wasn’t around. He didn’t mind working under Her Ladyship, she was happy enough to let Thomas do what he needed to do, but Mrs. Crawley… no, she still had to go.

When he got downstairs, the servants’ hall was empty what with the kitchen staff still cleaning up, but he could hear a very tense conversation being had in the butler’s pantry. One voice, distinctly that of an Irishman, clearly belonged to Tom Branson, but he was surprised to hear that it was Sylvia who was arguing with him.

“Do you not realise what you could have done tonight?” Thomas could hear her snap, and he paused at the door to listen in. “You’d have gone to prison, which I don’t pretend is my concern- though you clearly believed it was Lady Sybil’s- and I’m also acutely aware of how your plans would have reflected on all those who worked toward the General’s visit today.”

“Well my apologies, but that’s not exactly any of my concern either,” Tom shot back.”I don’t care how this parade affects any of you here. Where was that care when my country was taken over by your lot?”

“My lot?” Sylvia repeated indignantly. “My apologies, oh great and mighty chauffeur, I forgot that I, a humble maid, was personally responsible for the invasion of Ireland!” She laughed again, cold and derisive, and Thomas could just imagine the way she’d shake her head incredulously. “You know, I might agree with you about the invasion of Ireland, but what you tried to do tonight? What good would that have done for your people?”

Oh, they were really going at it, weren’t they? Thomas had heard Tom get worked up like this before, sure, but Sylvia? He didn’t think he’d so much as heard her raise her voice, and certainly not in anger like this. What had Tom done to get her so furious?

Thomas heard Tom let out an angry huff, and he snarked, “You wouldn’t understand. You’ve never had to bow and scrape before people who demand your loyalty, unless you’re willing to fight back and risk everything.”

There was a heavy silence, where Thomas got the feeling a game of high stakes was being played, until Sylvia hissed out, “How do you know what I’ve lived?” Further silence. “Exactly, you can’t know. And anyway, if I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t fight this with some dramatic spectacle that would land me in jail and ultimately do nothing, making my grievance be left behind as little more than a blip in history. I wouldn’t be playing games, Branson, and you’d better quit while you have the chance.”

Before Tom could say anything, Thomas realised Sylvia was about to walk out, so he quickly moved to walk into the room before she could catch him eavesdropping on them. “What’s going on in here?” he questioned sharply. Sylvia seemed to bristle as she turned and glared back at Tom.

“You may not have see anything, but Mr. Branson here almost took a pot of slop and dumped it all over General Strutt, throwing all your hard work to the wayside in the process because he has a self-destructive and can’t control his anger,” she said quickly. It was about then that Thomas realised she was angry on his behalf, and his eyes widened.

“Wait, that’s what this is about?” Thomas asked, blinking. “The way you two were carrying on, you’d think he tried to kill someone.”

“If you’d seen the note he left for Lady Sybil, you’d have thought he was going to kill someone,” Sylvia said. “Carson has it now or I’d show it to you- but believe me, she wouldn’t have thanked him for this if he’d gotten away with it.”

Thomas sighed, and ran a hand over his face. “So you’ve been having it out with him?” he asked her, and she huffed.

“After everything we talked about this morning? He risked all of it,” she pointed out. “Yes, I was having it out with him.”

Tom tried to say something, but Thomas quickly interrupted to keep them from starting up again. “Speaking of all that, I’ve got news,” he told her, and gestured with his head to request that she follow him so they could talk somewhere privately.

“Alright,” she said, taking a deep breath and nodding as she made herself calm down. “Alright. Let’s go ahead and talk.” Sylvia did still turn back to Tom, though, and left him with one final threat. “If they let you stay on after that little stunt you pulled? Watch yourself, because I certainly will be.” With that, she turned and left the room, leaving Thomas to shoot Tom a smirk. He couldn’t argue with that- nor would he ever try to.

Thomas led Sylvia out back to the servants’ courtyard, where he and O’Brien always went whenever they needed to discuss something privately. He waited until he was sure they were alone to pull out a cigarette, which he lit before then offering one to her.

Sylvia declined it, and instead asked him, “What’s the news?” She leaned up against a post and looked up at him while she waited on his answer.

He took a long hit from the cigarette, and then blew it out slowly before he finally did respond. “He’s put Mrs. Crawley and Her Ladyship both in charge of running the house when he’s gone,” he explained. From the way she grimaced, he could tell she’d quickly arrived at the same conclusion he’d already gotten to.

“He gave her something to do that was away from your work, but inadvertently gave her more power to meddle in your work either way,” she surmised, and he confirmed this with a frown and a nod. “Plan B it is, then. We need to make her quit.”

“And how do you propose we do that?” he asked. “She’s going to be happy running Downton, it’s what she wanted to start with.”

“Exactly, so what would it take to make her miserable?” Sylvia countered. “You said she’s quite nosey, right? Butts in on business that’s not hers and makes it hers?” Thomas nodded. “Then we close that door every chance we get, starting with Her Ladyship. Have O’Brien put a bug in her ear that she’s already been pushing in on you, and have her express she’s worried it’ll get worse on her now. Her Ladyship will already be ready for it, and Mrs. Crawley will simply hit a brick wall.”

Thomas let out a small, incredulous sort of laugh. “And you think that’ll do it?” he asked. “No more Mrs. Crawley?”

“Not around here, at least,” she answered.

He smirked, and nodded. “Perfect. I’ll see what I can do.” Sylvia mirrored him with a nod and a smirk of her own, and then started back toward the house. But Thomas wasn’t quite through with her just yet, so he caught her by the arm to stop her for a moment. “Were you really that upset that Branson almost mucked things up for me?” he asked her.

Sylvia’s eyes widened a little in surprise. “Of course I was,” she replied. “Thomas, you’ve been working so hard to make today a success. For all that to go up in smoke just because of a revolutionary chauffeur? Regardless of if I agree with him or not, you don’t deserve to suffer for what’s happening in Ireland. If a revolution’s to be built on the backs of the innocent, then it’s not a revolution I can support.” She chuckled and gave a small shrug. “That, and you’re my friend. It’s my job to yell at people who threaten your happiness.”

Thomas watched her for a moment, considering her words and thinking over what he’d thought about the night before. “Is there anyone threatening your happiness I should yell at for you?” he asked, only halfway joking.

“No, I’m alright,” she answered with a chuckle. “But thank you, I appreciate you for asking.”

Sylvia again began to walk off, but this time was stopped by Thomas questioning her a little further. “The officers are treating you well, then? They’re being respectful?”

She turned back and replied, “Most have. Those who aren’t, I can handle. They’re not significant enough to pose a threat to my happiness. But still, thank you again. I really do appreciate you asking.”

Thomas found himself watching her again as she offered him a sweet, sincere smile- which he answered with a tight one of his one- before finally going. He wasn’t sure when he’d last had a friend who got upset for him just because something might have happened that would have upset him, nor who he would get upset for in the same way- if he ever had, but it was a nice thought either way.

That combined with the plans she’d so quickly and easily tossed together just to help him pointed to the fact that she clearly had brains and a heart. There weren’t many girls he’d met like that aside from Lady Sybil that he found tolerable- but thanks to the mischievous streak they both seemed to share, they were. He decided then he’d keep her around Downton for as long as he could. After all, Thomas wasn’t stupid enough to think a friend like that came around very often, and he wasn’t about to make the mistake of letting her go.

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I saw you rb a SaiSaku post and was curious if you had any fanfic recs for this rarepair?!

Do I have?!!!!! I am currently binging this ship so you couldn't have asked this at better time.

This pair is not a crack ship! Crack would mean they have not shared more than two words with each other. But SaiSaku interactions always bordered on romance and best friends who don't act like it. Not only Sakura was the first person to acknowledge Sai had human side to him and bonded with him over his painting, Sai was also the only person outside Sasuke (in part 1) to be able tell her fake smiles and he always understood her feelings better than other characters. Had Sakura ever only cared for good looks (something she don't) then with Sai she'd get that and so much more.

I have always considered SaiSaku as the next best thing after NaruSaku. They had too much potential as a couple. I am not bitter that InoSai became a thing but looking at them I only feel that "Ino didn't get Sasuke so she get his look-alike." Besides, Sai gave people nicknames that are opposites to what actually feels about them – Naruto as Dickless, Sakura as Hag/Ugly and Ino as Beautiful – which makes it worse. Both Ino and Sai deserve better than this. If Kishi has shown them together more often or had interactions between them similar to SaiSaku then I can understand why Ino is his light. I guess it is also SP's fault for showing them in different light. For all SP hates Sakura, they enjoy messing up with her fans by feeding them false hope.

Whenever I want to read something hilarious but deep, SaiSaku is my to-go couple. Usually angsty, or full bout of insults and punches. There's no in between with them.

. SaiSaku .

This list contains my favorite SaiSaku collection. I am not sure if you like SaiSaku only as romance ship but this list also contain stories that expands on SaiSaku friendship, something I absolutely adore.

Could Roses Bloom? : RiseoftheBlossom || M || AO3 || Shippuden AU || GaaSaku, SaiSaku || Angst, Romance || Ongoing

Sai glanced downwards at his body, the sudden override of his thoughts causing his mind to blank. What did that mean? Had he been straying too close to a piece of information Danzo didn't want him to have or share? Or was it his mind's natural response to shutting down any form of emotion, even if it was just the slightest of inclination towards feeling something?

Go for it if you like: enemies-to-friends-to-lovers troupe, SaiSaku friendship, confused-over-his-feelings!Sai, slow burn, GaaSaku, boys who are bad at feelings, Sakura who is unlucky with romance, angst with fluff

hello, bright eyes (been waiting on you) : mouseymightymarvellous || T || AO3 || Shippuden AU || SaiSaku || Angst, Romance || One Shot

“look underneath the underneath,” except no one has ever really bothered to look at sakura and see her. and then there is a boy (isn’t there always). maybe they’re both just ghosts, making each other real.

Go for it if you like: enemies-to-friends-to-lovers troupe, confused-over-her-feelings!Sakura, boys who are bad at feelings, Sakura who is unlucky with romance, Sai and Sakura who don't feel like they belong, angst with fluff, sad!Sai

Oh God That’s Heaven : blueberrysconesandfolkmusic || T || AO3 || Shippuden AU || SaiSaku || Angst, Romance || One Shot

Sakura finds Sai sick, alone, and in desperate need of a hand that doesn't hurt.

Go for it if you like: boys who are bad at feelings, bleeding-heart!Sakura, sad-and-lonely!Sai, Sai and Sakura who are secretly best friends, Sai with PTSD, protective!team7

for everything blue and bright : sinemoras09 || M || AO3 || Shippuden AU || SaiSaku, SasuSaku || Angst || One Shot

The five stages of human arousal.

Go for it if you like: lonely!Sai, obsessed!Sakura, One-sided love, Unrequited-love-no-matter-how-you-look-at-it!SaiSaku, no-good-very-bad!Ending, pining!Sai, bittersweet lemon

A mess of me : Dovey || M || AO3 || Pre-Shippuden AU || SaiSaku || Yandere Romance || Complete

In which Sai is a good ANBU agent with an unusual hobby, and Sakura grows up with a #1 fan rooting for her....even if she doesn't know it. Or: Sai starts stalking Sakura when they're both young to satisfy his curiousity about 'normalcy', gets attached, and eventually gets very frustrated that nobody else seems to notice her potential as a shinobi and takes matters into his own hands- and delights in being Sakura's prime source of validation because of it.

Go for it if you like: obsessed!Sai, manipulation, stalker!Sai, mentor!Sai, SaiSaku friendship, distraught!Kakashi, fluff, baby-Sai-stalking-baby-Sakura, abusive haruno household

There is sunshine on his forehead : amako || T || AO3 || Soulmate AU || SaiSaku but it's complicated || Angst, Hurt/Comfort || One Shot

Sakura is only three when she promises herself that Sasuke will die by her hand, whoever he is.

Go for it if you like: dysfunctional Team 7, Soulmate AU, Unrequited love feels, angst heavy, Sai and Sakura only want to belong, NaruSasu, NaruSaku but not really, betrayal heavy, no fluff only pain, SaiSaku, Team 7 taking Sakura for granted, Sakura is so done

In theory : nimblnymph || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Romance, Humor || One Shot

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Sai was about to learn that this theory applied to more than just physics. And that putting theory into practice sometimes gave unexpected results.

Go for it if you like: oblivious!Sai, teacher!Sakura, student!Sai, Sai getting educated, Sakura educating Sai, Kisses, Sai being Sai, Sakura with patience of god

Loathing : i AM the Random Idiot || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Romance, Angst || One Shot

Define "hatred."

Go for it if you like: oblivious!Sai, hurt!Sai, Angst, Onions, SakuSai bonding over mutual hate, love is overrated anyway

Bunk Mates : ice bitten || T || FFN || Shippuden || Team 7 || Humor, Friendship || One Shot

In which Sasuke and Naruto find out Sakura has been sleeping over at Sai's. Short stories surrounding Sakura, Sai, and the invasive people of Konoha.

Go for it if you like: sassy!Sai, protective!Team7, SaiSaku friendship, roommates, Sai being Sai, Perfect characterisation, Canon feels

Paint me with Colour : PeregrineFlight || T || FFN || post-Shippuden || SaiSaku|| Humor, Friendship || Incomplete

Sai and Sakura must travel to the Land of Lightning to retrieve something for the Daimyo, they have to travel as a married couple. Much to Naruto's amusement.

Go for it if you like: lonely!Sai, SaiSaku friendship, roommates, Sai being Sai, pretend marriage, SaiSaku bonding over mission, fluffy angst, adorable!Sai

Forget Me Not : Joy-girl || T || FFN || post-Shippuden || Team 7 || Angst, Friendship || Complete

Sometimes it's easy to forget how important someone is when the person is always in the background – but Sakura's boys still remember. Glimpses of her importance from each member of her team.

Go for it if you like: fluffy angst, Sakura's place in team 7, underappreciated Sakura, Team7 family, Family feels, sad!Sakura, protective!Team7 males, Sakura appreciation, SaiSaku bond, Team7Saku feels, avenger!Teammates

Add Me Colour : Cella N || T || FFN || post-Shippuden || SaiSaku || Drama, Romance || Complete

"All my life is white. Paint me. Add me colour."

Go for it if you like: lonely!Sakura, Sai being Sai, confused!Sakura, angst, poetic translation, colors

Euphemisms : Nymbis || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Humor, Romance || Complete(?)

Drabbles about Sai, Sakura, and their strange attempts at bonding.

Go for it if you like: Sai being Sai, Sakura being Sakura, Hilarious friendships, SaiSaku friendship, loveggression, love-hate relationship, Insults, Sai's brand of humor, fluff with punches, Raunchy stuff

Ricochet : Strix 4 || T || FFN || Shippuden AU || Team 7 || Family, Drama || Complete(?)

Sometimes it's easy to see the familiar in the faces around you. Sometimes it sucks to figure out why.

Go for it if you like: fluffy angst, Sakura's place in team 7, Team7 as family, Family feels, wise!Sakura, SaiSaku bond, Sai's place in team 7

Pick up lines : Demoneyes 14 || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Humor || One Shot

Ero sennin's pick up lines! Guaranteed to get the girl or your money back! Well... it would be more guaranteed if it hadn't fallen on his face in the library, but heck, Sai will try anything once! Maybe it will save him a beating from Sakura...

Go for it if you like: Sai being Sai, Sakura being Sakura, SaiSaku friendship, loveggression, love-hate relationship, Insults, Sai's brand of humor, fluff with punches

Special mentions...

Study of the Heart : teresa

In an effort to become a better friend, Sai undertakes a study of love, not really understanding how difficult it could be, and how surprising.

The Blood of a Cherry Blossom : Slytherin Kunoichi

Originally, for Halloween, Sai hadn't decided what to go as, but once he glimpsed at the bleeding flesh on Sakura's neck, he suddenly had the urge to be a vampire…

Old Dogs, New Tricks : yuugiri

After an unprecedented turn of events, the Fifth Hokage has officially assigned Sakura Haruno the responsibility to make Sai recover what he had lost; his emotions. With a time limit of a month, will Sakura succeed in this mission?

Once More, With Feeling : Cynchick

Sakura didn't know what she was thinking when she showed up on his doorstep.

Ink Me : Krickitat

Exploring the art of bod-modification Sakura takes a step into the unknown world of the exquisite pain of art.

The Uchiha Secret : Slytherin Kunoichi

Sasuke froze as he stared at Sai's eyes, which were identical to his Uchiha Sharingan eyes now: red with anger and black with hatred...One family secret could threaten and shake three lives forever. Bonds will be broken.

My babies don't get enough love in the world.

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 2 years

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Seems like the topic about who is the most popular BTS member arises again, especially these days that Bangtannies have their own Instagram account. If you, Bangtan Media, what is your thought about this? Who do you think is the most popular among the members?

If I will answer my own question, I think it's V. The reason is that I remember what I read of someone's post on Quora have said that if we want to know who is the most popular member on each group, just type the name of the group on Google searches, then tap the 'members list', and whoever on the first list, he/she is the most popular. So, I did that. Guess what? V is the first member they listed!!🥰 Then, another reason is that obviously, because of the number of their followers on their Instagram account. 💜💜💜💜

To finish off, I think there's nothing wrong with knowing or wanting to know who is the most popular because it really happen and this matter will never be avoided, one member will always standout against the other members, will get the most love from other people and there's nothing wrong with that. ☺️🤞

Alright anon, I'm going to treat this as seriously as I can. You see, the information you provided is not conclusive enough and the data can have its shortcomings, therefore, the result is a bit flawed. (I'm also in a humanities field, so please excuse my poor attempt at using data research language, as this is not my usual approach, lol). First of all, using Quora as some legitimate source of information is a bit wrong from the start, after all it's nothing more than a website where people write their opinions, just like on any other forum or social media platform. But if I am to follow your method, I did search V on google.com and voila, you are right, he is the first listed member. But to draw a conclusion from only one source is poor research in my book and in now way it would pass. You see, you would need do some serious digging (like 10 minutes max) to realize that when it comes to popularity, there are different criteria and areas that can be taken into consideration. First, you would have to take into consideration the platforms (a member can be more popular on youtube, another one on instagram, tiktok, twitter, etc), demographics (age, race, gender). X member can be more popular in East Asia, while Y member is the most popular in North America, or Europe, or Antarctica, Mars. People's predisposition towards a famous person is heavily influenced by their own culture and what they deem as qualities to be admired. So, after you gather all this data, then you can only put it all together and see if you find a member that fits the most criteria. I'm not doing that for you. Perhaps it's V, perhaps it's someone else. That's for you to find out.

Now, as you did ask what is my opinion, I'm going to turn off teacher mode, and activate personal opinion mode to say, it's all bollocks at the end of the day. Yes, as I explained above, such information could be relevant for a research type of thing, but as a fan, to take it to heart and actually make it matter, it's a waste of time and it really doesn't mean much. I mean, if it helps you sleep better at night, then fine by me, but it's so irrelevant. I know Army is obsessed with numbers and size (the bigger the better) when it comes to sales, streaming numbers, and now followers on instagram, that sometimes I think they are all a bunch of accountants. Quantity and size doesn't mean always better, especially when in that process, quality is deemed unimportant. Yeah, your bias could be the most popular. And? I mean where do we go from here? To what purpose do we use that information? It's this some Army dick measuring contest? LOL

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dangerouslyallaboutdraco · 3 years

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Story of us

A/n: Angsty, post-Hogwarts and slightly r13 towards the end.

The history between Y/n and Draco was... complicated. There was something between them that their friends just couldn't understand. On paper there was no reason for them to dislike each other as much as they did, she was a pureblood Slytherin who grew up very similarly to him and also had to change her views like Draco did after the war.

They shared trauma and multiple parallel life experiences but they just didn't get along. Pansy and Daphne never got it, why Y/n had that look of disgust on her face once Draco finished talking.

Blaise and Theo thought it would get better after they left Hogwarts and didn't spend all their free time together, but still, Draco rolled his eyes whenever she walked into the room.

Now they were adults in the wide world, jobs, partners but the tightknit friend group stayed close. Friday nights were always time they spent together, reserved for clubbing or a pub night out or even sitting on Blaise and Pansy's living room floor.

Tonight it was the latter. With a G and T (her favourite muggle alcohol) in her hand, Y/n sat on their couch next to Pansy who had had a lot more than her to drink.

Just as the boys had taken out their hidden stash of weed, Y/n spoke up. "I'm going to go outside." It wasn't that she was opposed to weed, she just didn't like the smell and the boys always insisted on smoking so much they couldn't see out the windows.

Blaise and Pansy's apartment had a beautiful wrap-around balcony. While Y/n and Draco were both fair wealthier, they both received substantial graduation gifts that went a long way to getting an apartment in a good part of London.

They had been together since the last year of Hogwarts, all of their friends watching them slowly grow closer over the year until they realised they were in love.

It was beautiful and while 17-year-old Y/n envied them, she always wanted to speak at their wedding.

As soon as she opened the balcony door the still night air hit her. While it was colder than inside, the sweet smell of the summer air made it a nice contrast.

The sun was just setting in the distance and the sky was the most beautiful golden, pink colour. It was the time Y/n always liked to look out her window at during the war, knowing there was peacefulness at the end of the day always made the long days feel slightly better. The way the warm light danced over the water, dancing on the walls of the usually dark dormitory.

Standing out on the balcony, where the world was right and falling into place felt a lot better. Like nothing could get her down.

She was off in her own world, not noticing when Draco opened the sliding door and walked out next to her.

"Shit Draco!" She shrieked once he put his hand on her lower back. She ignored the tingling feeling in her stomach as she glared at him.

Draco stepped closer to her, maybe too close for her liking. "You could really do with some weed to chill out." He told her, holding the joint closer to her face. "This stuff is the shit, just fresh from my guy." He continued to tell her.

Maybe she would have been interested in Draco if he were less cocky, less rude and a bit more sensitive. Something in his bad-boy image had developed over the year that meant she liked him less.

"Do you always insist on speaking like a druggy?" Y/n asked him, watching him carefully as he looked over the railing with his joint.

He retaliated quickly. "Do you always insist on being such a tight ass, Miss Goody-two-shoes?" He couldn't understand why she always seemed to spoil their fun, ever since they were sorted into Slytherin.

She just rolled her eyes at him and stared out into the distance. While he was no longer disturbing her silence he was still disturbing her peace and alone time.

She didn't feel like arguing with him either, it was just too much effort. Draco stood there, smoking his joint while Y/n gazed at the skyline.

“Why are you even out here?” Y/n snapped at him, suddenly feeling annoyed by the smell of his smoking.

“Because I can be, what even is your problem with me?” He was definitely going to find out how she felt now, pushing her to the limits made her snappy.

She rolled her eyes at him, obviously annoyed. “We faced pretty much all of the same challenges in life, but you just became a failure and it really annoys me.”

“Well, you’re just a slut who hooked up with several guys at school, none of which liked you for any reason other than your body.” Draco’s words did hurt her quite a bit, it wasn’t like she didn’t know he hated her but hearing him say that the people she’d been intimate with never actually cared for her hurt.

“Fuck off, Draco.” She told him, carefully.

The look on his face showed her that he was not going to stop for a second. “Just because you don’t like the truth, bitch.”

“Just leave me alone.” She told him, turning away.

Draco couldn’t stop winding her up now, it just brought him too much amusement. “Or what, Y/l/n, will you sleep with me like you did every other guy?”

Y/n turned around and put her hand up to slap Draco’s cheek. It wasn’t as hard as she could have hit him but it was the hardest she ever hit anyone. There was a loud sound as her palm contacted his face.

Still stunned and with her hand in mid-air, Draco snatched her wrist. There they were standing in a face-off, Draco’s slim finger wrapped around her wrist and suddenly there was not one sound. Both of them staring into each other’s eyes. Although Y/n felt threatened, never one to back down from a challenge she scrutinized his eyes.

Draco was seeing red, his least favourite of all the colours. He was like a bull staring down where he was going to charge. The colour of hatred, blood, anger and passion.

The passion she felt for him, it was surging from where he was touching her. He was the energy source that filled her usually with range but now it was amour fou.

In a moment Draco released his grip on her hand and moved his hands to her cheeks. Unlike his prior roughness, his thumb stroked along her cheekbones softly and carefully like he was afraid to break her as he lay his fingers under her jawline.

His softness was a complete shock to Y/n who was still gazing into his eyes. The cold fingertips were more gentle than she’d ever expected, dancing across her jawline with such care. She wasn’t sure she’d ever experienced a touch this delicate.

There they stayed for a few moments, taking each other in. Both of their minds were on the other, brains frenzied trying to figure out how this had happened. Draco was sure he was infatuated with her perfume, obsessed over the perfect blend of coconut and vanilla that was all he could focus on.

Before either of them could think about the consequences their lips were pressed together in a heated kiss. The passion radiated off them, electricity circuiting through them. And it finally felt, for both of them, that every little puzzle piece fit.

Eventually they lips parted, their eyes flickering open. Draco was an inch from her face, not believing just how beautiful she was. He held his hands on her face tighter not wanting to let her slip out of his grip.

“Draco Malfoy, I am 100% in love with you.” Y/n slowly let out. She’d just kissed her arch-enemy so there was no point in not being truthful.

He smirked, that cute little smirk that had only ever annoyed her from across the common room. “Damn it, y/l/n!” He exclaimed with mock anger. “Now we’re going to tell our kids that mum said ‘I love you’ first.” It was odd for Y/n to see him like that as they were usually at each other’s throats. And now he was thinking about their very distant future.

She smiled to match his. “Just tell me it back, you dork.”

“I am 110% in love with you.” Draco counted. “Do you want to come back to my place?”

Y/n’s face turned to worry. “This isn’t a joke, is it?” Usually, this isn’t the type of shit he would pull but she’d never know.

“No, no, no.” His fingers were back stroking her cheeks. “I am really sorry about what I said, believe me, I’ll never say something like that again.”

Something in Y/n knew he wasn’t lying. There was no chance he didn’t feel the same passion he did in the kiss. “Well, you could take me to dinner before you try and get into my panties.”

Draco let out a light laugh, blowing air right onto her face. “Whoever said I wanted to do that, you flirt?”

“Don’t act like you don’t want to fuck me.” The chemistry between them was electric and hot. The pair looking into each other's eyes with desire.

“Let’s go before I do you right here.” Y/n looked at him with challenging eyebrows. “Do you need me to prove it?”

Y/n pulled back from his grip on her face, leaving Draco standing there like an idiot. “Hurry up then.” She said, looking back over her shoulder with a smile as she went to open the patio door.

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karmaischerryred · 4 years

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🍒 NSFW 18+

🍒 Dazai Osamu from Bungou Stray Dogs

🍒 x Fem Reader

🍒 A/N: Hello! This would be my first time posting my work here. I create fan fiction on a different website but I'm linking all my R-rated chapters or one-shots here; also for y'all to enjoy, to whoever finds this.

🍒 Background:

The story I published on the other website is a book of Fem Reader x Dazai One Shots of them doing ordinary (and sometimes not-so-ordinary) things a couple would do. It's kind of parallel to the events happening in BSD, but they're not in chronological order. Every six short stories, I'll be uploading an NSFW 18+ one, and this is the first. Reader's character is consistent all throughout the stories.

🍒 My inbox is always open for suggestions, though I can't promise fast productivity because I have classes :) Enjoy! xx

Y/n took another sip from her wine.

She grimaced as she swallowed the warm liquor, disliking the smell. Normally, she'd prefer champagne over this, but she had associated the sparkling drink with parties and celebration.

And nothing was worth celebrating about tonight.

Under the dark blue glow, Y/n sat on the couch overlooking Yokohama's city skyline. The clock reading almost forty-five minutes past midnight.

She pulled her silk robe tighter to her body. Even with the air-condition off, the breeze at an hour like this still managed to make her chilly. The alcohol was only doing so little to heat up her insides, and her uneasiness wasn't helping either.

Dazai had left her a message earlier that afternoon that he'd be home late. And that could only mean the agency had assigned him a job that so much required his ability; a job that was most likely dangerous.

Y/n trusted in his ability, and himself even without them. But she still couldn't help but worry about him at times like these. She didn't want to see him suffer terrible injuries, or at worst, actually die.

A sudden clicking from the door lock fortunately snapped her out of her building worries.

"You're awake."

Y/n placed her wine glass on the small side table, not turning to look at him. Instead, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back on top of the sofa's backrest, letting out a sigh of relief. "You know I choose to wait for you to come home."

Dazai walked towards her. "Ah, I wish you wouldn't. I would always come home to you no matter what."

She felt Dazai's arms rest on both sides near her head. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by her smiling boyfriend. His eyes glinted in reflection of the city lights right outside the big floor to ceiling windows in front of them. He looked extremely handsome under the teasing of the darkness.

How did she get so lucky?

He kissed her forehead, taking the time to inhale her scent, before making his way to lay on her lap. "Seriously, you should rest. I'll be busy often so you can't keep tiring yourself."

Y/n stroked his dark, perfect hair. "What was the task tonight?"

Dazai unconsciously drew circles on her thighs, the tip of his cold fingertips leaving goosebump on Y/n's already freezing skin. "Just had to er, capture a weretiger."

"The tiger that's been on the news?"

"That's the one."

"Why did they send you after it?"

"Him," he corrected. "The weretiger's an orphan's ability even he didn't know about. Poor boy scared everyone away at the orphanage, even himself."

Y/n let him continue. He might not proudly announce or show it, but she knew that he was growing to love his work.

The side that saves people.

He sat up and stretched. "Not even a scratch on me. Okay, Y/n? There's nothing to worry about."

She hugged him by the neck and kissed him right on his jawline, the most convenient place to land a kiss considering their height difference.

"Wait." He chuckled, standing up and pulling Y/n with him. "The job was done in a warehouse, I should probably clean up."

"All right." Y/n yawned and walked towards their bedroom. "I'll head in first while you go take a shower, you do smell like dust."

Y/n hung her robe by the door before sinking to relax on her side of the bed. She was grateful Dazai had been coming home more often recently. He'd sometimes choose to stay in the agency's dorm when there was too much work or when he felt like he was being closely observed by an enemy of some sort.

She closed her eyes, still trying to keep herself awake until Dazai joins her.

The door to the room swung open and she could hear his footsteps drawing closer. Dazai likewise found himself under the cool, white sheets and spooned Y/n, kissing her on the cheek while doing so.

"Y/n, you're hot."

"Thanks," Y/n mumbled sleepily.

He smirked. "Of course you are, but I meant your body temperature, kitten. Are you sick?"

She shook her head. "I maybe had too much to drink."

"You didn't have work to take home?"

"I drank while working until you arrived," she admitted. "It helps keep myself in check."

Dazai sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you not to brood so much."

Before Y/n could answer, she felt him lightly kiss her neck, his breath teasing the shell of her ear— her weakness.

"D- Dazai," y/n warned, doing her best to suppress a moan. "Aren't you tired from the job?"

She tried to control her breathing as she felt him go hard against her butt.

"I'm not tired," he assured, pulling her closer to him by the arm as his lips continued to plant soft kisses on her neck. "Turn around."

Y/n was sure her cheeks were flustered red by now. Good thing it was a little dark, with only the glow coming from outside the windows as their source of light. She turned to face him, now laying face to face.

He cupped her face with both hands. "You're too cute when you worry, but I'm sure you stress yourself enough at your internship."

She closed her hand around one of his and kissed it by the palm. "I don't mind. I want to wait for you."

Dazai smirked. "Then we must do something to relieve that stress, no?"

"W-Wha—? Dazai!"

In one swift movement, Dazai was on top of her, pinning her down with both hands at the side of her head.

"You're always so stubborn, Y/n." Dazai's lips hovered above hers. "But it's my turn now."

His lips pushed hard against hers, Y/n struggling to suppress a smile. Dazai rarely asked for them to do 'it' and like today, he'd usually find a way to pin the need on her benefit.

"You're playing hard to get, huh?" He kissed the area between her breasts, his hand finding its way underneath her tank top.

"Why can't you ask for this like a normal person?" Y/n moaned as he continued to play with her breasts.

He hummed in amusement, now tracing a finger from her nipple down to the hem of her pajama shorts. "Because I'm not a normal person, love."

Y/n held her breath as Dazai's fingers circled around her clit.

"So I'm going to make you ask for it." He kissed her on the forehead and pushed a finger inside her without warning.

On instinct, Y/n gasped and closed her eyes at the sensation. He was too good with his hands that even though she wasn't an ability user, she could suddenly almost understand how it would feel like to be nullified by his touch.

"No." He grabbed her gently by the jaw with his free hand, making her open her eyes. "Look at me."

"Dazai..." was all Y/n could muster through her moans as he continued to flick his finger from inside, and that's only one. She barely held his gaze as her own eyes would threaten to retreat at the back of her head.

"Yes?" He stopped abruptly.

Before she could stop herself, Y/n screamed out, "No!" And immediately avoided his gaze.

Ugh.

"You were saying something?" Dazai started again, now going for slow thrusts with the same finger. It was sliding in and out easily now that her body had given in to him, betraying her mind.

"Now that you started it," she seethed. "Please."

Even though he was still climbing back to the quicker tempo he had earlier, Y/n squeezed his free left wrist, signaling to him that she was close.

Dazai's love for control flashed over his dark orbs, he loved it even more when it involved applying it to Y/n in bed. "Please, what?"

He pushed another finger inside her, his other hand teasing Y/n's bottom lip before inserting two twin fingers into her mouth.

Y/n sucked on them to conceal her moans. She was reaching a different kind of high compared to how close she was a few seconds ago.

"F-Fuck—" Y/n struggled to talk now that her breathing has quickened, mimicking the pace of Dazai's fingers, while also still trying her best not to break their gaze.

Her body went rigid as she clenched around him, her fluids slipping past his fingers and onto the bed sheets.

Dazai took his fingers out of her mouth and covered it to muffle what was almost a scream from her, while his other hand continued to work their magic from below. His weight now slightly pinned half of her body down as she squirmed, overcoming her orgasm.

Once she was done, he retrieved his fingers and stretched them out with a smirk on his face, admiring the fluid dripping from them. "Can you talk properly now?"

Tears were forming at the corners of Y/n's eyes. She was already too sensitive down there, but she wanted more of him.

It could only get better than this.

"Please," she said with a shaky breath. "Fuck me."

"I love seeing you helpless like this." Dazai pulled out his member and stroked the tip with the wetness from his fingers. "Your wish is my command."

He grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath her butt to elevate the lower part her body, since she was smaller and shorter than he was.

They kissed again as he thrust inside, slowly but hard.

Y/n gasped into his mouth but he was quick to claim it again. His elbows resting at her sides, barely pulling out of her as he continued to stroke deeper and deeper into her insides.

She grabbed his hair as they continued to make out, fortunately stifling their moans for their neighbors not to hear. Every stroke made her eyes water up more as she reached for her second orgasm.

"Dazai," Y/n whispered in between kisses. "Faster."

He pulled away and grinned.

"Good girl." He pressed his lips on hers before rising to support his weight with his hands. "Safe word if it hurts, okay?"

Y/n nodded as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. She tried to grab at the pillow underneath her head, but Dazai reached for her hand and held on to it instead.

No sound came out of her mouth as she struggled to regain proper breathing, even though she was very near screaming her brains out. Dazai, too, was close to reaching his peak with his own moans muffled on to his shoulder.

She couldn't feel anything else with the rest of her body except for the part that's being pleasured greatly down there. She was so wet she could hear the sound liquid with every stroke, together with the sound of skin slapping against each other.

She squeezed his hand to signal him again. "Dazai, fuck!"

"Me too," he said, focused. "Fuck, I love it when you're loud."

"Cum in me."

"What?" He started to thrust rougher at the same fast-paced jolts. It was starting to hurt but it turned her on even more.

And he knew this. He brought a hand up to her clit and started rubbing them.

"It's safe today," Y/n tried to catch her breath. She was dangerously close now that Dazai had done his final trick.

Her back arched as she arrived at her second orgasm, a bit more intense than the first one. She could feel Dazai empty himself into her, his jaw clenched as he slowed down.

He collapsed into her arms, whimpering in satisfaction. "You feel so good, Y/n."

She was too breathless to speak, her legs were shaking and she was throbbing down there. Y/n was in ecstasy, but the exhaustion came crashing down quickly to her.

"I'll go get you water." Dazai stood up and took a box of tissues from the dresser to clean his member off before tucking it back inside his boxers. He then left the room.

He came back with a glass of water, and assisted Y/n to sit up.

She took the glass gratefully and began chugging down the water. She then placed the glass on the bedside table once she was done, trying to get her breathing right.

Both of them shared a smile as Dazai tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You know I fucking love you, right?"

Y/n nodded. "And you love fucking me."

#dazai osamu #dazai smut #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai scenarios #bsd smut

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olivelo · 3 years

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What are the demons slayer characters reactions to fireworks?

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I got a little carried away with it, sorry it took so long lmao ;-;

How I think the Demon Slayer characters would react to fireworks (canon universe)

The entire Kamado family loves fireworks, and they love to run around with sparklers and firecrackers.

Inosuke got scared the first time he saw a firework show, but after an explanation from Zenitsu he came to adore and respect these sparkly, flying gods of the sky.

Zenitsu doesn't like the ones with a really quiet and tense lead up (no jump scares for him, please and thank you) but he loves the really bright waterfalls of sparks. He'd give anything to be able to watch a firework show with Nezuko, just the two of them.

The really loud ones scare Kanao, but you can see her eyes light up in awe after they explode. She would have been timid at first, but after watching Tanjiro and Nezuko successfully throw and catch a sparkler, she joined in with their antics.

Genya and Sanemi both adore fireworks. They love watching the bursts of colour and light in the sky; it's calming for them. Sometimes, they'll take their family out to a peaceful place to watch the display and have a picnic of sorts.

It also helps both of them to occasionally go for a walk alone to watch from a distance.

Although he doesn't like to admit it, Giyuu is mesmerised by fireworks. The first time Sabito gave him a sparkler, he couldn't stop smiling. Whenever he feels down, he'll light a candle or something to remind him of those times.

Sabito laughs at Giyuu when he gets scared from a loud explosion (that is, until he gets scared from the next one).

When they were younger, Giyuu, Sabito and Makomo used to run through festivals holding firecrackers. Nowadays they go up to the hills and admire them as close to the sky as they can be (pls why did that make me tear up-😭).

Shinobu and Kanae love to go to festivals to watch the fireworks, and tease each other when they get scared.

If Shinobu is too busy with her patients, she, Kanae, Aoi, Sumi, Kiyo and Naho will hold a little festival of their own. It really brightens everyone's day, and the patients love to see their carers look so relaxed and happy.

Mitsuri and Obanai love to sit in an open field, cuddle up to each other and watch the fireworks. Obanai loves how Mitsuri's eyes reflect the intricate patterns of the sparks, and how her face just softens as she smiles.

Muichiro and Yuichiro love to watch the fireworks, and although they get caught by a few jump scares, they love guessing what colour the firework will be and what kind.

Himejima isn't particularly fond of firework shows, as sometimes the noise can catch him off guard. However, if he is with a trusted companion, he will ask them to describe it to him. He loves to hear the excitement and awe in their voice.

Uzui and his wives absolutely adore going to firework shows and just being able to relax as a family (it would be a beautiful moment to witness).

Rengoku would take Senjuro to festivals to see the fireworks. They’d laugh at each other when they got sacred, and overall, it’s a great brotherly bonding moment.

Rui and his (human) family loved going to festivals together to watch the fireworks. Rui and other children liked to guess what shape the firework would be, and the adults liked to relax and admire the creations. It was one of the few things he could freely enjoy, being sick.

As a demon, whenever he was lonely, he liked to set off a single firework and watch the rain of sparks from the top of a tree. He had to do this alone, as none of the spider family was fond of the bright light or the loud noise.

Enmu enjoys sitting on top of a building or other tall structure and draw/photograph the fireworks.

In the Entertainment District, I would expect there would be a lot of fireworks, so Daki and Gyutaro are used to them. However, that doesn't take away the aesthetic value, and the two enjoy watching fireworks from a rooftop when they need a breather.

If you’ve read most or all of the manga, you would remember Hakuji’s (Akaza’s) promise to take Koyuki to see the fireworks, so obviously he loves them. However, they can also be a painful reminder of his ‘failure’ to protect Koyuki, so he is also somewhat scared of them.

When Akaza feels lonely, sad, or wants to reminisce, if he can light a firework or go see a firework show, he will. It helps him to relax and let out his emotions and internal pain (he just needs a hug honestly).

Douma isn’t really a fan of the loud noise of a firework, he finds it distracting and somewhat annoying. However, he does admire their beauty, and sometimes likes to match the colours of his favourite firework with paint colours so he can really express its value to him.

Yoriichi and Michikatsu (Kokushibo) used to watch the fireworks when they were younger, and they were always mesmerised by the power and beauty of such creations. They would speak of their favourite fireworks for days after seeing a show.

Like Akaza, whenever Kokushibo wants to remember his past, or relive the feeling of being younger, he’ll light a firework, or find a display he can view from a distance. He can get rather emotional, so he goes alone.

After Michikatsu (Kokushibo) became a demon, Yoriichi would often go to watch a firework show to remind him of his brother. It helped him to feel at peace.

Tamayo and Yushiro like to light small fireworks for their patients, as the excitement and awe that fireworks can produce within people seems to help in their recovery.

The two of them love to light a single sparkler every now and then, and set it in the ground and watch it slowly die out. After that, they love to sit on the stairs or the roof to watch the stars.

When Muzan was human, I think that fireworks would have been a source of happiness and internal calm for him. Being terminally ill, he would have needed something that would help him to momentarily forget his inevitable death, and fireworks may have been just it.

As a demon, I don’t think Muzan would like fireworks. They remind him too much of his past, and the bright light is a little concerning.

How I think the Demon Slayer characters would react to fireworks (modern universe)

Uzui and Rengoku are the ones lighting the fireworks. Even illegally. They love it.

A sudden burst of fireworks will scare the absolute shit out of Zenitsu, so he'll usually ask Inosuke (or someone else intimidating) to go yell at whoever set them off. Inosuke would end up joining them, just to piss off Zenitsu.

Kanao and Nezuko often get caught off guard by fireworks, so they can be a little sceptical at the idea. However, once they get used to them, they have an amazing time.

Tanjiro loves fireworks. His parents took him to a festival when he was little, and he can never get enough of them.

Genya and Sanemi love going to see fireworks, but them moment someone sets one off in the middle of the night, they're both pissed.

Giyuu hates when random people set off fireworks. Even on Christmas/New Year's. He doesn't mind official firework shows though, probably because Sabito and Makomo force him to go with them.

Shinobu loves to watch fireworks, she finds them relaxing, and they distract her from the stress in her life. She usually ignores the random people setting them off, she doesn't have time for that.

If someone random is setting off fireworks near her house, Kanae will go outside to remind them to be careful. No setting fire to the park, please!

Firework dates are a favourite for Mitsuri and Obanai. They love to pack a picnic and gaze at the clearing sky afterwards too.

Muichiro and Yuichiro love lighting sparklers on special occasions, and if someone's setting off fireworks near their house, they're at the window in seconds trying to spot them.

Himejima likes to know what's going on when it comes to fireworks, so he will typically have a friend with him to keep him informed. He tends to ignore the random bursts of sparks at the end of the street on Tuesday nights.

Rui adores fireworks. Last new years, his mother gave him a sparkler to hold, and he's never been the same since. In a good way, I mean.

Enmu loves to go solo to firework festivals, and he brings a really expensive camera with him. He love to photograph the fireworks and post the pictures on his Instagram.

I hate to say it, but Daki and Gyutaro are those two problem children that go around lighting fireworks in the middle of the night, just to piss everyone off.

Akaza can and will fight anyone who disturbs him with fireworks, however, he gives the some leeway on special occasions. When the fireworks are legal, he doesn't mind them, and he loves to take Koyuki out to see them.

Douma loves to watch fireworks, and I think they would be an important aspect of celebration to him. He likes to listen to the distant crackle of a firework on a quiet night.

Yoriichi and Michikatsu, even as adults, will gladly run through the streets on special holidays holding sparklers. It brings back memories from when they were little, and the whole neighbourhood will join them in their antics.

Tamayo loves to hand out sparklers to the children in the neighbourhood. Yushiro gets annoyed at the kids for giving Tamayo so much attention, but he recognises how happy it makes her, so he allows it. The kids end up dragging him along with them, and although he acts like he hates it, he’s really having a good time.

Muzan still isn’t a fan of the loud, distracting noise, but he knows that on holidays, he can’t stop anyone from setting off fireworks, so he’ll just try to ignore it.

Again, I am so so sorry this took so long. Hope you enjoyed!

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer headcanons #fireworks #canon universe #modern universe

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the-midnight-feline · 3 years

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¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> So this piece is actually part of the Piliin mo ang Pilipinas Collab event hosted by @lumpiang-toge, you guys should seriously check this out since the works posted there are such good reads ❤️️<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤

this is the first time i've joined a collab, (ngl i thought i was waaay in over my head lol) i'd like to thank a friend of mine, Dylan, (won't tag his blog just cause, loves you for reading it !) thanks so much for the encouraging words ❤️ and of course Mama Rae (@hq-girl-next-door) for the advice on the banner**❤️

**For the banner I did, I took the image from pinterest, if you guys know who the artist is, please let me know so I could properly give credit to them :)

Tags/TW: Mutual pinning-ish, friends to lovers, fluff to angst, Cheating, swearing (I think theres one or two in there)

(A/N: Please don't get too confused /-\, the italic parts is you recollecting the past, it comes and goes (。♡‿♡。))

WC: 3.8k ;-; didn't know it get that long

Pairings: Tendou Satori x fem!Reader

Summary: It all started with a simple crush, you wouldn't have guessed that it'll be more than that, It was a dream come true to loved and be loved by the person you loved, but not all dreams end good, some end as a nightmare.

“You like the Guess Monster, like THE Guess Monster?!?!” your friends shouted in unison, looking at them frantically as you’re in the gym watching the guys warm up for a practice match and the way they shouted had the sounds of balls hitting the floor just below where your group sat, you willed yourself to look at the who were the people below you guys trying repress the blush you feel creeping on your cheeks, swallowing that lump on your throat as you peaked just a little over the ledge and saw his red hair. Internally cussing out your so-called friends, you tired to act like you calm and collected as he was looking up at the bleachers, maybe trying to guess which one in your group, who was also looking over at whoever heard them, liked him, shaking his head, chuckling toward Ushijima and Semi who was already making their way to the court to get this warm up started.

A single tear began rolling down your cheek as you remembered how it all began, your friends’ sudden outburst in the gym gave you the opportunity to talk to the guy you’ve been crushing on when you first saw him in the opening ceremony just something about him drew you to him and you were adamant on getting to, at the least, know him. Sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom, opening the memory box you and your husband made a few months after you started dating.

Semi knew your friend, he actually liked her and from that outburst of theirs at the gym, he 89immediately thought of a way to hit two birds with one stone. “hey, y/f/n, I heard you guys at the bleachers, sooo” scratching he neck out of shyness “which of your friends like our Tendou? Maybe we could setup a date or something?" He really liked your friend and would honestly do anything to get her on a date, she pointed to you, the quiet in of the group, usually the source of rationality and guidance, the one that acts like the mediator of the group. You really always kept to yourself, didn’t really want to attract attention towards yourself. Semi was skeptical at first, you the quiet, shy girl of the class liked that loud ass friend of his? Maybe y/f/n was pulling his leg, she can’t be serious.

A bitter laugh escapes your lips as the memory of your first date comes crashing on you as see the pressed flower from the little hole in the wall café near the school, Semi was the one that found that café and planned every detail of the date.

As you and your friend were walking towards the café Semi told her about, you were itching to just keep hitting your friends back “why the hell did you fucking agree to this?!!” you hissed at your friend, you were practically shooting daggers at her for saying yes on your behalf and you didn’t even know what she agreed to but she told you to get dolled up, silly you, thinking that it’ll be just a girls day out, but peering over her shoulder as your guys walk out of the dorm, you see her texting Semi, thinking maybe it was him asking for notes since they were in the same class. She led you to this small café and you guys sat at a corner booth, making you sit inside by the wall, you really thought nothing of it, until you saw that distinctive red hair bounding towards your booth. Your palms got a tad sweaty, nerves getting the best of you, a million thoughts racing in your mind that you didn’t notice that the Tendou Satori was there taking the seat opposite of you in the booth, the ever infectious smile directed towards you and you alone. Seeing as you and Satori were basically having a silent conversation with just your smiles, Semi and your friend made a discreet exit and left you two be. Little did you know, he often saw you around, he knows you like shounen jump as much as he does since he sees you go to the store he usually goes to, he knows what snacks you liked since he usually goes out at the middle of the night to get some snacks of his own at the convenience store around the corner. He sees you in the library with your nose buried in some book when he follows Semi there just to annoy him. Tendou didn’t tell anybody about the girl he liked from afar, he knew he’d scare you off, no one wanted to date a Monster, or that’s what he thought.

Looking back, that impromptu date was what started the relationship with Satori, a soft sob escapes your lips as tears gently fall on the first picture you have together, he suddenly rang you up and asked you to go to the mall with him. In the picture, he had his arm wrapped around your shoulder while you were hugging his waist tightly, seemingly scared that being with him was a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

Getting out of the shower, you hear your phone ring from under your pillow, confused as to who might that be since it was an unknown number calling you, curious you answered it. “hey y/n! I know it’s kinda out of the blue but, you wanna go to the mall with me?” shock was evident in your body, it was Tendou! Your thoughts was scrambling, you know you didn’t get a chance to give him your number before you guys parted ways on your first meeting since Coach Washijo made Ushijima contact both guys for a weekend practice. You knew the coach was a hot head and would make anymore run 50 laps if they were late and that was a few weeks ago, a worried Tendou called out to you again “uh…y/n? If you have other plans I totally under-“ blinking back to the present “I’d love to go! Lemme get ready and I’ll meet you down” you cut him off midsentence hearing a small chuckle at the other line “don’t make me wait too long ok?” he said in a teasing tone which made you giggle on the line “yes, yes Satori, I’ll hang up so I could get ready ok? See you!” it took every ounce of self-control to not shriek the whole conversation, once he hung up you were practically jumping on your bed out of pure joy, but then you remembered that he’ll be waiting, you quickly snapped out of it and looked through your dresser for a decent outfit for going out with Tendou, you quickly settled with a simple get up of a long sleeved shirt and pants with some sneakers on, you excitedly exited your room, to meet up with Tendou, hoping you haven’t made him wait too long, turning the last corner you see him outside your dorm, almost wearing the same thing as you, even the color of your shoes match, biting your lip to stop a stupid smile from taking over you walk up behind him, gently poking his side, his sudden jump made you giggle as he took in all of you, a smile makes its way on his lips and eyes as he himself lets out a chuckle. “y/n? Are you copying me?” shaking your head, letting a small laugh out “Satori, please you’re the one copying me here” he just shook his out of amusement when he saw the glint of teasing in your eyes before he offended his arm to you like a gentleman would, the small action made you faint blush.

You two spent the day just walking around the mall, just browsing from store to store, having just a blast at all the random comments he makes, the last stop you guys make was the arcade, you guys played all sorts of games, air hockey, tried your luck at a pachinko machine and Tendou even tried the basketball game, which he surprisingly good at that he won a lot of tickets getting you a small rubiks cube, but near the back of the arcade something caught your eye, a purikura, Tendou saw where your eyes went and with a small smile he took your hand and walked towards the machine, and ushered you in the booth, he felt at comfortable around you, he would’ve never guessed that you were a crack head like, random outbursts of ideas and thoughts spouted from you made him laugh as you spent time together. He quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, a flash went off, that was the first shot, with the blush creeping on your cheeks you hid your face under your hair and hugged him another flash went off, that was the second shot, he tipped you head up, making you look at him, his infectious smile directed at you as another flash went off, and the last shot was of him kissing your forehead. You were left speechless after that whole scenario, seemingly in a dazed as he guided you out and grab the prints of the photos. That’s how you guys ended the date, he held your hand in his all the way back to the dorms, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek as you parted ways.

Rummaging further through the memory box, you see all the mementos you both kept from your dates, a few fallen leaves, a couple of pretty rocks, stickers, napkins, flowers, pictures, the cork from the bottle of champagne you drank at your wedding. More tears fell from your eyes as you dug through all the stuff in the box, who knew you both collected a lot of things in just a couple of years. What made you sob so hard was the acceptance letters you both got when you were selected as the few students for the incoming year.

A few months before graduation, you both got accepted into a culinary school in Tokyo, you were ecstatic as this means you and Tendou could get a place together since your parents already gave you two a small amount to get a place near the school so you two could still practice and create new dishes together, it was really no surprise to your friends or the whole volleyball team that you two would get into culinary school, you’ve always had a thing for cooking, you’d often come their practices with some bento boxes for all of the guys so they don’t have to go out and spend for food, on the weekends, the kitchen was his domain he’d let you watch him bake and oftentimes let you help him out. It’s often that the whole group get together during the weekends, you cooking for them while Tendou makes that dessert. For some reason, they got jealous of how your relationship started, it was as if all the pieces just fell into place at the right time, you two together just seemed right like you two were always suppose to be with each other. There’s always been a carefree air around him, it calmed you down so much that it helped you be more open or that’s how you saw it. You were the opposite of him always worrying, always, over thinking, being overly critical of your actions and how you overwhelmed with everything so you turned to anything that’ll help you divert your mind but once he was in your life it just got easier. He voice would immediately calm the voices spewing negative thoughts I had your head.

Looking around your room, you see pictures of you together, your graduation picture, the picture of you guys on the front of the school, the picture of your guys graduating culinary school, a photo of you two at the restaurant where you two both apprenticed and next to that was the candid shot of his proposal there, a mix of joy and hurt shoot through you as you the memory come rushing back to you.

The way he sheepishly confessed that he asked the manager if he could do his proposal there and invite your family and friends for that surprise. “Hey y/n, come with me, a customer just complained about the sauce you made being too salty, I’m not taking blame for that!” an angry chef came shouting at you, shocked and anxiousness dunning through you, you timidly follow behind him, thinking how you could screw up a simple sauce like that, your thoughts were everywhere, but once you stepped outside the kitchen you noted that the dining area was dimmer then usual, but maybe that’s because you’re used to the bright lights of the kitchen, you hear a soft melody playing, it’s one of your favourite songs ‘I Choose' you’ve always related that song to your relationship. On the far wall you see photos of you together, looking around you see familiar faces, his and your parents, your friends, the Shiratorizawa boys were there even the coach came!

The euphoria you felt from having everyone who had been part of your relationship through the ups and downs just had you in tears, your head was fuzzy with the mix of a dozen emotions swirling in you, through a blur of tears you see him kneeling in front of you, he let out a huff of breath to calm his nerves before asking you the question “y/n, my love, my baby, my better half, my paradise. You’ve stuck by my side through my highs and lows, loved me unconditionally, took care of me whenever I got sick, urged me to follow my dreams, guided me into being a better guy, especially with my chocolate making you supported my dreams like no other can, you, you made my world complete, you made me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time, you gave me your heart to cherish and protect. You made my life whole” the words flowed out of his mouth so freely, every word making more tears come out of you, every word so heartfelt, with shakey hands we presented you a pear cut yellow emerald ring “My Paradise, would you do me the honor of being my paradise for eternity?” no words could express how happy you were nodding your head, trying to stop happy tears from falling a hushed ‘yes’ slips past you lips as he stands to slip the ring on your left hand, pulling you in for a tight hug, whispering endless I love you’s and thank you in your ears as the people around you cheered for the newly engaged couple.

Biting back another sob, you feel fresh tears streaming down your cheeks as your eyes land on your wedding photo above the bed, he loved you enough to marry you, he was yours and you were his, you can’t help but stare at the framed photo, he had that infectious smile of his that made you fall from him the day you saw him. He has you up in his arms as your arms were wrapped around his neck, pecking a sweet kiss on his cheek. You asked him many times if he’d like to blowup another photo from your wedding, he simply shook his head and wrapped you up in his arms “you’re perfect in any picture of us, but in that one you look like the most perfect human being in existence and I’m just lucky to have you in my life” you basked in his love and affection on those simple words pulling him closer and burying you face on his chest, inhaling his sweet scent “I’m lucky to have you Tori, lucky to be called your wife” placing a chaste kiss on his chest as you look up to him with love-struck eyes. This was it you guys moved countries after your wedding to France since Tendou was offered a job at a famous pâtisserie there, all you wanted was your husband happy, wherever you guys may be.

You never really cared where you two were, as long as you were together, you could get lessons on the French cuisine as Tendou works, that was the plan before you guys flew out. You worked hard to learn the basics, you’d often have Tendou taste test all your creations and you’ll you the same for him since he likes to experiment with different flavor combinations, things were great the first few months of moving cross countries, you enrolled in a cooking classes there to build up your repertoire and after a few weeks of learning a few new techniques you've decided to look around for places you could work at just to keep your body busy again. You've decorated the apartment the way you liked it and how you think Tendou would like it, just adding different odds and ends giving it a familiar vibe. This place was your starting ground.

When you got a job at the nearby bistro, Tendou didn’t really mind it, since he’d often come home a bit later then usual saying something along the lines of making things in the experiment lab with the other chocolatiers at the shop to have something new for the upcoming season, in turn you thought nothing of it since you do work nights after getting a gig in a restaurant in town as well, it also means you could still have time to make his dinner and keep it warm for when he gets home. You two actually got into an argument when you got that gig since Tendou was adamant about keeping you in the apartment after the morning shift at the bistro so you don’t work yourself too hard, he wanted to start thinking about getting a kitten to keep you company when he’s out working but you argued back that you didn’t wanna feel like mooching off of him even though he said it was fine, he loved coming home to a warm meal that you made with love and gets more time to spend with you, but he did cave in after a few bats of your eyelashes.

It was perfect, you both were doing what you were passionate about, you two scheduled your offs near each other’s so one could take care of each other after a long day. But there was this weird feeling creeping in you but you simply don’t know why it was there, you and Tendou always kept communication open since you two do work different shifts and that itself puts a strain in the relationship but you two made it work. You loved him. So you would really sacrifice anything for him, he had have a rough childhood, he was bullied cause he looked different, acted different, but he wasn’t like that for you, he never was, even though he had a wicked sense for things which really surprised you, you can’t even hide a gift from him cause he knew what you’d get him or more likely sense what you’ll give him.

You don’t tell him that you swapped shifts with someone so you technically have a day off so you decided to drop by the pâtisserie where Tendou worked with some home made Pan Bagnat since it was nearing lunch, as you were close to the shop you saw his figure near the window placing new confections on display, but something made you stop, another person, a female chocolatier, was hugging him from behind and not in a friendly way, there was familiarity to it, it looked as if she’s been hugging him for so long, like she’s always hugged him, you didn’t notice that you’ve dropped the basket you were holding on the sidewalk, the glass bottle shattering on impact, the sangria spilling on the pavement, the sandwich you made, making a mess, the fruits you packed rolling in every direction. People around gasped at the scene, some tried to help in picking up the fruits that escaped, your mind in thought again, maybe you just interpreted it wrongly they’re just so so close, like a brother and sister kinda way, since they both work in the shop, you simply jumped to conclusions too fast, those thought completely vanished as the next sight you saw.

She kissed him. SHE KISSED HIM!! Your mind played that in your head like it was a song played on a loop. That was what made your heart break, that was the tipping point, he didn’t push her away, it was the opposite, he pulled her closer, the way he held her mirrored how he would hold you when he came home from work, people around you were asking you things trying to snap you out of your trance but you paid no mind to them, your legs moving on their own.

It was as if you were on autopilot, you got home, your mind racing with so many thoughts, how long had that been going on? Is she why he’d come home later than usual, is she the reason he had woken up earlier to get to work everyday? Did he spend his days off with her when you suddenly get shifts? Walking into your apartment, you didn’t know what to think, how to feel, how to make sense of things more questions come into your mind. Does he bring her here? Did they do anything sexual in the place you called home? What places were safe? Did she please him better than I did? You walked into your bedroom where the memory box laid in the middle of bed. It was your first wedding anniversary, did he really forget? Your anniversary was engraved on your wedding rings with your initials on it.

A scream of agony escaped your lips as everywhere you looked at it was all you and him the very place you thought was the safest of all was not. It's tainted with infidelity, your heart broke even more as you took the box from the bed with shaking hands contemplating on whether to open the box or not, he loved you with every part of him didn’t he? You were enough weren’t you? You made sure he was satisfied right? You gave him all the love you could and even more right? Didn’t he promise you that he’d protect your heart? You're still his paradise right? He loves you right?

Maybe opening the box, and finding something that you both placed in there would make him rethink his choices right? With broken sobs and uneven breathing, your fingers shaking as you pulled the pretty red ribbon that held the lid shut, looking at all the things that you both collected that reminded you both that you loved each other you broke even more. Every one of them held the promise of love, of fidelity, of trust. But now, a part of you is doubting every word that passed his lips, every kiss that landed on your skin made you feel dirty, every I love you's he uttered seems like a lie. You didn’t want to feel that way, you love him with every part of your being, you’re THE Mrs. Satori Tendou, no one else but you had that title, just you, it was only you right? You were his paradise for eternity right? Right?

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I hope you guys liked this, I actually really liked working on this one(played my brokenhearts plays it nonstop for it) , but I do have another one coming so...yeah!

Song inspiration :Anong Nangyari Sa Ating Dalawa by Aiza Seguerra

Song used in the proposal I Choose by Alessia Cara

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Eren Meta From 139

Many people believe chapter 139 butchered Eren's character because of this scene.

Because out of nowhere, Eren's motivation is to reach Mikasa's choice to satisfy Ymir's wish; thus, everything he said from the beginning about his motivation is all lies or meaningless.

No. And I'm no writing this to justify or condemn him. This post is more for myself, because I'm trying to understand his character.

Now let's see at his words. "All of it, was to arrive at that result. That's why I moved forward." What does he mean by it? Which actions?

This.

All the events, starting from ch 123-139, are going according to Ymir's wish.

Right after Eren told her to decide for herself.

She wants to end the world, at least 80% of it. She wants to push Eren's friends to stop him, even if they have to betray their nation. The Battle of Heaven and Earth, all of the clusterfucks in chapter 135-138 happens because it's Ymir's will to push Mikasa to make a choice. She chooses to end the titan curse after she gets to see what she wants.

Ymir did all of this, she watched all the events that unfold because Eren released her.

Then, what about Eren's will?

This is why I'm okay with the idea of Eren following Ymir; Eren doesn't have a reason to reject Ymir's wish because he got what he wants. He got the future he saw on the medal ceremony, the eradication of titans. He got the "freedom" to flatten the earth, and if his gamble paid off, he'd get his friends' safety; because they will become the world's savior after they stop him. It's a win-win situation, thus, putting him in a position where he becomes Ymir's ally and stands by her side.

The reason why Ymir chose Mikasa is not clear, but Eren had a hunch and it's something he could relate to; another reason for him to not object to Ymir's wish. It has something to do with that day when Mikasa practically confessed her love for him, the day where he could use the Founder's power for the first time. I leave this scene up to your interpretation.

What about Eren's will from before 123? What did he try so hard to achieve?

This scenery. Aside from the eradication of titans.

Here's the thing. Doesn't matter if fate favors you or not, you have to work hard to get what you want. To work hard, you need to know the reason. I take Isayama's artistic choice that the future memories he saw are fragments without context; he doesn't know why it happens the way it would. So, even if he saw the scenery, even if he saw the eradication of titans, why he has to go to hell first? Why he has to go through all of the suffering? Why he has to keep moving forward? He doesn't have to; but the world, destiny or whatever keeps feeding him reasons to move forward, until he reached a conclusion that the titan world is fucked up system and has been going for far too long. For Eren, this needs to end, and he wants to reach that scenery no matter what.

This is the man who saw how unforgiving the outside world is. The fact that a little girl got eaten by dogs just because she's an Eldia is proof that a subject of Ymir can never gain freedom, can never gain the privilege of human rights the way a normal human does. (I suggest you to read Gross' monologue from ch 87). The man saw how the world keeps pushing Paradis to be the source of evil without listening to what the other parties have to say. The man is manipulated to euthanize his own people as if Eldia doesn't deserve to be born. He saw the fucked up history of titans from 2000 years ago. He was so disappointed the world is not like in Armin's book, it's not like his ideal world. So he wants to wipe it away. He wants to bury the history and the civilization that created it, deep to the ground. He wants to destroy every last one of those animals, that's on this earth; titans or humans alike. He wants to leave the surface a blank plain. This is his ideal world, his freedom.

Eren said it himself. Even if he didn't know that his friends would stop him; even if it's not Ymir's will, he'd still trample the earth. To me, the reason why Eren commit genocide, the reason he said to Armin is no different than the reason he said to Zeke.

It's just the way he is ever since he was born.

A freedom seeker.

The wording is different with the receiver. With Zeke, it's different, because he's trying to make a point that this is who he is. But with Armin? He is going to die, with his best friend as his judge. He knew exactly why he wanted it: because he is free, ever since he was born. But somehow he couldn't say it outright with confidence. Maybe he's afraid to be judged as a monster by the person closest to him, or maybe he started to question his definition of freedom. Because to me, his eyes look like wonders.

Now. What is freedom? Many people believe that any acts out of violence is not freedom. But to Eren, that is freedom, his freedom. There's a meta that perfectly explains Eren's version of freedom, up until he did the rumbling. This is my highlight from that meta:

So freedom is the power of the individual to do as one wants. When you do something, you are imposing your internal desires onto the external world. If freedom is thus the power to impose your individual Will onto the outside world, then whoever has more power has more freedom.

This concept was highlighted when he told his friends in Paths that he's free to destroy the world and they're free to defend it; meaning that they're bound to clash, and they have to fight.

Freedom is not good. Nor is it bad. It is a force beyond good and evil, and that is precisely why it is terrifying. This, I believe, is why so many baulk at the idea that such a ruthless manipulator could be the avatar of freedom in this story. What I have always loved about SNK is how it delves ever deeper into its themes as the story goes on and discovers such fundamental paradoxes that your understanding of the idea is changed forever. If this is the horrifying face of freedom, perhaps we should not be free.

I don't know how much Isayama's involvement in this, but Grisha's commentary from the Lost Girls captures this concept perfectly.

For Eren, that "great power" is his own concept of freedom: A world without oppression. Doing what you want to do. He's free to protect his homeland by whatever necessary, whatever cost, and leave the rest of the world as an open plain.

Usually, the more we're obsessed with something, the more we stray from our humanity. After witnessing firsthand the vision-he-so-called-freedom, he doesn't know how to feel. He gets what he wants, but he's not happy at all, only the hollow scenery remains.

Eren realized how messed up he is, even before he did this. He tried to reach out to Mikasa that night after he saved Ramzi, to save his humanity left. It's one of the reasons why he asked her, "what is he to her?" Surely if he was loved –even after he killed those men when he saved her that day– would mean he's still human, right? And by running away with her, he could live in peace, maybe he could free himself from his obsession. But he's doing it so half-heartedly, that when everyone interrupted them, he just... let it go. He didn't bother to sneak with her or anything. He couldn't let go of the future he saw, he's losing himself to his desire/inner demon, to his obsession of freedom. Or maybe he's winning over his pathetic self so he could focus on what he needs to do? One could interpret this scene as Eren trying to break free from his obsession for "freedom." One could interpret this scene as Eren trying to break free from the shackles of his conscience. It's up to you.

Eren's outburst over Mikasa in this chapter is his pent-up feeling over her. It is, but after I write this meta, maybe it's more than that. It's because she's the proof of his humanity left. Many, many times, Mikasa is there to stop him from ruining himself. Mikasa's love creates a subconscious understanding that she will always be there for him. That's a part of her that he loves, and by feeling love, it means his humanity still exists. If Mikasa chooses to move on with another man, it means she will forget all the times they had together, she will forget the most human side of him. The only person who loves him as who he is, his home, would be lost. He would be lost. That idea scares him, even though he knows he doesn't deserve her love after everything he has done.

One more thing; another reason why Eren doesn't mind to be stopped, aside from Ymir's wish will get him what he wants –as I already explained. People argue that the conflict won't end until Paradis or the rest of the world remains; thus, Eren's half-hearted genocide is meaningless. No. No matter how angry he is that he wants to eradicate everything, he has enough maturity to understand, even back from the Battle of Trost, that humanity is far from united even if they're faced against a threat beyond human understanding. During the after-party night before the Battle of Shiganshina, he accepts that great power comes from joining ourselves together. We all need to find our own roles. Humans are created differently, because of times like this. By sparing the rest of the world, it keeps both Paradis and the world from collapsing. By keeping the diversity of people, someday it will open a path for peace because it's a part of human nature to try to understand each other; he learned it from the SC. Eren believes Armin could take him there, after he died. Maybe he forgot all of that because he's too caught up in his hate and anger up until 122, the same way he forgot back in the days.

Even if it's not explicitly explained in this chapter, I'd like to think that Eren got plenty of time to reflect on this matter when he did the Rumbling, to fill the emptiness he felt after he reached what he wants wanted.

Eren wins in the end, but at what cost? This chapter is calling out his tyrannical mindset, and it's great to see him realized his error, even if it's too late for him to go back.

Maybe this is what Isayama decided to focus on the last chapter, even if it's rushed. Maybe he (or his editor, idk) wanted the ending to focus on the protagonist's story about humans vs titans. The way Eren is so determined to wipe it out from this world, no matter how messed up his method, no matter how much he suffers, it doesn't matter if it's predestined or not. Because "freedom" is what he seeks ever since he was born. Because Eldia, every person deserves to be born in this world. Yes, every person, including everyone he killed. He knew the gravity of his action and choose to accept his death. Maybe it's the reason why Isayama doesn't delve into the aftermath of genocide further.

He wants the ending to be about Eren Yeager, The Attack Titan's journey about Attack. On. Titan.

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