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hijitae · 1 year

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Hijikata/Tae & Loid/Yor

Yes, another random couple comparison meta post from yours truly. This time, we will be noting the similarities of Hijikata x Tae with Loid x Yor from Spy x Family. This is something I have discussed with @arirna (who I thank for early feedback on this post) a few times over the last couple of years, and then most recently with @suchine-toki, so this meta post is dedicated to both of them!

SPOILERS AHEAD for Gintama and Spy x Family if you are unfamiliar with one or both of the series.

HijiTae is one of the earliest ships I became utterly devoted to, resulting in comparisons to similar ships ever since then. I can’t help it; I used to do the same with Bulma and Vegeta of Dragon Ball Z, who were my first ever OTP.

I started reading Spy x Family early in 2019, pretty much when it began serialization – much thanks to @arirna for his manga recommendations! I immediately liked it, and as the story progressed, we both realized something about Loid and Yor: they had That Dynamic. The HijiTae Dynamic. Now, we’re very biased toward HijiTae, but then @suchine-toki mentioned also seeing a strong HijiTae similarity in Loid and Yor, as well, so that confirmed the dynamic from a more objective viewpoint. We don’t just have HijiTae permanently engraved on our brains – there IS a certain dynamic to be found in other ships. It’s almost challenging to narrow it down to a handful of tropes. Suffice to say, you just know it when you see it, when it all feels familiar.

Now, let us unpack the similarities:

Note: I’ve fallen behind on the SxF manga, and I just recently caught up with the anime, so I’m using various SxF character bios for information. This is not an in-depth analysis, but rather a general one to generate ideas and discussion.

HIJIKATA and LOID Fans may instinctively connect Loid and Gintoki instead because of their main character status, but Loid actually has more in common with Hijikata than he does with anyone else in Gintama, and vice versa. This doesn’t mean you can’t envision Gintoki as Loid, or another favourite MC in Loid’s shoes. By all means, go for it. Fanfic and fanart open up the possibilities. I’m simply saying that in terms of basic commonalities, Loid and Hijikata can shake hands more confidently than any other two characters within their respective series. Hijikata may be rougher around the edges and Loid can be more charming as part of his work, but they have many things in common:

They’ve both had a traumatic childhood, losing both of their parents and other important family figures (I don’t know too much about Loid’s past yet other than the part concerning his mother).

They take their jobs seriously and work hard to ensure complete success.

They are strict on subordinates or others under their tutelage for good reason.

They serve under a higher authority figure (Kondou and Handler).

They both have nicknames – Demon and Twilight – with reputations for being not only skilled but also austere and dangerous.

They are capable of undercover missions. Loid, obviously more so, but Hijikata has done some undercover work, too.

They both have a colleague obsessed with them in different ways: Sougo and Fiona.

They both have a colleague who also serves as a friend, foil, and comedic relief: Kondou and Franky.

They both have an enemy in the brother of their love interests: Sougo again, with Mitsuba, and then potentially Shinpachi with Tae in the fanon realm (except I don’t believe Shinpachi would be as extreme as Sougo); for Loid, it’s Yuri with Yor.

They have been left speechless by Tae and Yor for different reasons, usually as part of comedy scenes.

They both smoke or have smoked before, as @suchine-toki reminded me here (thanks again!).

They are frequently the Straight Man in comedy scenes, questioning the bizarre events happening around them, although Hijikata is likelier to participate in the weirdness now and then compared to Loid, whose weirdness – to people around him – is more grounded in how impressed people are by his mind. Not that people aren’t impressed with Hijikata’s mind, lol, but Gintama fans will understand best what I’m getting at here (because sometimes even Kondou is embarrassed by Hijikata, and that says a lot!).

TAE and YOR Yor has quickly become iconic with an instantly recognizable outfit that has inspired many a crossover/AU fanart for other series. Since there aren’t nearly as many Tae fans in comparison to Yor’s, you might be wondering what on earth could they possibly have in common? The answer is: a lot more than you initially thought, I’d bet!

They both lost their parents at a young age and had to raise their little brothers by themselves.

They both can’t cook and are notorious for creating toxic meals by chance.

They both have brothers who are very attached and protective of their older sisters. Shinpachi isn’t as extreme as Yuri, though, lol.

They both had shoulder-length hair as children (a very basic similarity, but you’ll see why I mention it in the pics below).

They both work ordinary jobs (hostess, office worker), but have other jobs/lives (Deva, assassin).

They have similar personalities: kind, smiling, polite…

…But they also have explosive tempers when provoked, making them frightening figures in their own right. Tae is also more cunning than Yor, I’d say.

They are both known for being physically very strong, especially at moments where they need to protect others or themselves.

They both have nicknames, such as Boss Lady and Queen of Kabukicho (Tae) and Thorn Princess (Yor).

They’re both skilled in their chosen weapons of choice (naginata, knives/ice picks).

Others look up to them as mother/older sister figures, such as Kagura and Anya.

They both have a colleague/friend that is occasionally antagonistic toward them depending on the context. For Tae, Sacchan tends to play that role, as well as Ane at Snack Smile. In Yor’s case, we have Camilla. Yet, we have seen them cooperate with Tae and Yor when it counts.

HIJI/TAE & LOID/YOR Now we come to the heart of this post: the similarities between Hijikata x Tae and Loid x Yor. Given that one ship is considered more canon and widely accepted than the other, what is it that unites them in terms of dynamic and possibility? Let’s take a look:

Personality Contrast: It’s clear they each differ in personality except for when it comes to those that are important to them. We see how Loid and Yor have the same goals concerning Anya. Hijikata is utterly devoted to Kondou, and Tae stood up for Kondou before a corrupt Shogun, so Kondou is like Anya’s equivalent in this context. Tae and Yor are viewed as bright, cheerful people in contrast to Hijikata and Loid’s seemingly cold, stoic natures – yet we’ve also seen both men display passion for subjects that interest or provoke them.

Frightening Figures: This goes without saying. Individually, all of them are scary in their own right, but together? Yikes! Okay, that was cheesy, but you get my point. Loid and Yor are feared for different reasons, but put them together, and they become extremely fearsome, especially when it comes to protecting Anya. Same with Hijikata and Tae, who are already feared by many people, and together, they would be a fearful power couple. (Incidentally and ironically, both Tae and Hijikata fear ghosts.) It’s also worth noting that Hijikata and Loid are often left stunned by Tae and Yor’s feats of strength, and are sometimes on the receiving end, lol.

Relationship of Convenience: This is obvious with Loid and Yor; they have entered a marriage of convenience for both of them in order to carry on with their covert operations. For Hijikata and Tae, a more comedic example is in the Time Skip arc when it was revealed that Hijikata was actually the father of Tae’s baby (if you don’t know Gintama, it’s too much to explain this arc right now, lol). Despite the circumstances, Hijikata was willing to take on the responsibility of raising the child, with or without Tae. If this arc was serious and something like that actually happened, I can imagine both Hijikata and Tae entering a similar relationship of convenience in order to raise their child together. They were both willing to give up what they had in order to give their fake baby a future (again, non-Gintama fans, if this all sounds bizarre, well, it’s supposed to be).

Now, in SxF, Loid and Yor’s relationship of convenience is central to the main plot, and I’m sure they will inevitably move toward a real, genuine love behind that relationship before the series’ end. In Gintama, it’s too late for anything really, and Sorachi didn’t handle his romance all that well (too complicated a subject to get into) by the end, but given the significance of the moments Hijikata and Tae did have, and their devotion to tradition, I imagine they would’ve made a good couple who can stand on equal footing with each other.

Cooking Skills: Loid appears to do most of the cooking than Yor, and I can imagine Hijikata sharing in the responsibility to make up for Tae’s notorious “skills.” Also, Hijikata’s mayonnaise obsession might be all that steels his stomach against Tae’s meals. Currently, Loid still passes out from consuming Yor’s meals, but there is a possibility of him building an immunity and being able to handle her cooking in the future. Yor takes steps to improve her cooking knowledge, and Tae has done the same with a cooking class in the past. Anyway, the point of this section is that the cooking dynamic is virtually the same for each ship.

Conversations: Both have had more in-depth conversations with each other than surface-level interactions. Think Loid and a tipsy Yor in the park, and Hijikata and Tae at Snack Smile in the Yagyuu arc. When the comedy and the rarity of their interactions pass, these two ships can actually have good conversations with one another, confiding when necessary and influencing the other in a positive way.

Anyway, that’s all I have to say about Hijikata/Tae and Loid/Yor for now. I’ll be glad to hear of more similarities that I probably missed. Like I said, I’m not up-to-date on the SxF manga, so I don’t know it as well as I know Gintama, but I think I managed to cover most of the basics. Still, I’m always up for friendly discussion concerning these two ships and their similar dynamic.

#gintama #spy x family #hijitae #hijikata x tae #loid x yor #shimura otae #shimura tae #hijikata toshiro #hijikata toushirou #土妙 #if you don't like the comparison then please scroll and move on with your life #this is mainly for hijitae fans #though i welcome the curious from sxf fandom #this post was born from discussions with those i have tagged to this post -- thank you both!

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horror102 · 1 year

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Pursuit of happiness

TW: Cam girl, Angst, Stalking, Failure, trauma

Sexual intent, manipulation, masturbation

Featuring Joe Goldberg with a person he cannot figure out.

There she was, almost like destiny. She's nervous, looking at her jittering fingers, she takes a step to the romance aisle. Dark romance fantasy I'm about to be the man of your dreams. Two steps, one step and pow.

“Oh I'm so sorry!” she replied quite quickly, embarrassed knowing this will be burned in her memory at such a price.

“Oh please, we both know it was my fault." I joked I want you to feel at ease, talk to me. Let me know if I hit the jackpot baby. She chuckled, such a snotty laugh, cute even.

“Dark romance?”

“Yes.”

Another quick answer, losing her God I'm losing her.

“Now the best option would be romantic grays, though everyone is into that vampire series now.” I scoffed at letting her fingertips grave against mine hearing her let out a fake laugh to extort conversation,

“God, Twilight is horrible, they look like medieval creeps!”

She laughed, her shoulders fell back, teeth flashed. It was a genuine joke. Growing comfortable. Make your move joe, make your move.

“Almost as if he's covered in ashes!”

I joked, quickly I realized I messed up, he's a vampire dummy. Of course he'll be pale. You work at a bookstore Joe get it together. Rail her in. I had to almost curse myself listening to her fake little giggle.

Woah there, she placed her phone on a bookshelf, Bingo! When leaning on it I swiped it up. Making sure she was bending down to get a book, her loose genes and curved hoody smelled like pineapples, freshly washed, ironed, and linted. I watched her walk toward Male fantasy, a bunch of big bulky men. God I did not fit her type.

“Hey, um sir?” she called out to me, making me realize I didn't give her my name I walked toward him giving her a little jog.

“Sorry, it's Joe. Joe goldberg. assistance?”

“Yeah um, Do you have Bitten?”

She asked me my heart pumped out of my chest God I had no comparison, joe keep it cool keep it cool.

“The series with big bulked guys? Right this way.”

I joked, almost killing myself for how corny it was.

“Anything with a man is fine, as long as they're clean shaven.”

She joked, time to get the wax Joe. Many minutes later I rewarded her with the book, she paid for it. She left but quickly came back in.

“Bye Joe!”

She stated, don't say that baby no. See you later.

Hours later I checked out and the store came to a close, in the midst of walking home I took out the phone, password.

Shit.

I turned over the back of the phone and to my luck, the silly girl had the name on the back of it.

“Twin flames.”

I typed in, immediately it opened and I was met with some type of romance screen, messages where are you? I clicked on the messages, there were many many men. Going from A to Z

Andrew

Billy

Camden

Derek

Emanuel

ECT

“Who was in your life, and why so many men.” I whispered to myself hitting my head on the door from not paying attention, I unlocked my door and sat down on my couch. Notifications came popping in. I checked the message from someone who was labeled “Bestie 💕” Woman.

I was met with a variety of sad texts.

I can't put up with his bullshit!

Like wtf am I supposed to do?

I don't want to abandon him but it'd be better if he got killed!

#Fuck you Andrew.

How could my luck be possibly this bad, First my dad. Then everything else, now this? How am I supposed to live.

One who is Andrew? I kept scrolling until I saw something that made my eyes light up. A contact named Andrew, quickly I clicked on it searching for serious messages.

Nude?

And that's all I had to see to know he was a dickhead. Don't worry princess because I'm about to be your night and shining armor. Next her gallery maybe I'll get lucky. I scrolled and scrolled, nothing appealing what so ever, no pictures of her just the sky and it's dull colors

'Live'

Something popped up on the top of the screen, I clicked it only to be faced with a brightly colored room, confusion fled to my face. I gave a subtle tilt. Now what do we have here? I wondered only to hear a familiar giggle. My eyes widened when I was met with an almost nude Girl, minus lingerie. the same one from the bookstore.

“I left my phone at the fucking bookstore!” she cursed, placing her feet on top of the camera so people would have a clear view of the print from her vagina, and how thick it looked from the bright yellow lingerie, she pulled the lingerie up, making it sink into her pussy lips.

“No porn for me, I think I've been a good girl.” she flipped onto her stomach her elbows hoisting her up as she looked directly into the camera raising her ass in the air and grinding it back on the floor, one of her hands flying to grope her ass.

She girl fucking? Seriously unexpected.

Weird little comments like

Suck a dildo

Play with that pussy

Pillow ride

Spank yourself

You've been naughty.

Show me them tits!

I'm gonna cum

Quickly I grabbed my own computer, opened it and downloaded the camgirl app, I made an anonymous account, logging into the same stream. And quickly I became one of those weird comments.

Don't you think we deserve a show?

“Matter of fact, I do think you deserve a show let's do a vote!” she giggled. standing up and bringing a board into view. She wrote

Suck a dildo

Pussy play

Pillow ride

Self spanking

Tit play

Cum play

Rewarded 1 v 1 = Best commenter

“ Now to vote!” she smiled innocently easily making this the hardest decision in my life with only five seconds left I picked pussy play but quickly lost to the pillow ride.

She grabbed a pillow and pulled off her thongs, quickly hopping on her pillow and riding it, quickly I pulled my cock out grabbing some nearby moisturizer, and plumbed my dick up and down,

My finger swirling on the tip as I jacked myself off, she grabbed a nearby dildo and began sucking on it I went even faster pre cum drenching my hands.

#joe Goldberg #stalker #slasher fucker #slasher community #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #slashers #black reader #slasher imagines #multifandom fanfiction

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shizuu-chann · 2 years

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Here's another ramble about a video game that's, like, 7 years old, but I didn't get into video games until 2018, so leave me alone, lol. I have to rant about Witcher 3 for a moment. Please feel free to discuss with me, but don't be an ass. This is also SUPER rambly, so feel free to scroll past and ignore this if it's not your thing.

I'm going to talk about the endings of the game, so if you hate spoilers, perhaps look elsewhere.

As a lover of BioWare games (namely Dragon Age and Mass Effect), I feel like it should come as no surprise that I love memorable, character-driven stories and happy endings. (I'm not here to talk about whether or not happy endings are "realistic." I don't care. Life is sad enough, so I like happy endings in the media I consume.) That being said, I really wish I could mix and match the endings in Witcher 3. (I've never read the books and I don't have any interest in watching the show, so I mostly only pay attention to the events of the game. They exist in a vacuum for me.) I haven't decided whether or not I prefer Yennifer or Triss as Geralt's ultimate romantic partner. On the one hand, I'm a sucker for the kind of romances Yen and Geralt have. Longstanding, sacrificial (as in, they would die for each other if it came down to it; from what I understand, they did in the books. I know I said the games exist in a vacuum, but history between characters is a little different), a sort of unwavering chemistry. However, I do not love the Good/Best Ends of game if you romance Yen. That they both retire somewhere bores me. I also don't love Yen's personality, despite the fact that I love her on her own. With Geralt, she feels a little too judgemental, too demanding. Furthermore, I want Geralt to continue witching! It's one of the things that makes him super interesting for me!

Now, Yen is my preference in that I prefer her physical appearance. I love dark hair and violet eyes. I read so many YA novels when I was in high school, and even New Adult and romance novels as a 20-something, where the main female character has red hair, and I'm kind over it. That's not to say I dislike redheads, because that's just untrue, but just for me, I've realized my preferences and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. I guess it boils down to I feel like there's deeper emotions between Yennifer and Geralt than Triss and Geralt, and the fact that I prefer Yen's dark, curly hair and her voice over Triss'.

However, I prefer Triss' personality over Yennifer's. Triss, to me, feels like she values Geralt more, and genuinely wants him to be happy. (I don't think Yen wants Geralt to be miserable by any means, but this is just what I've observed.) Her love for him feels sweeter, if that makes sense. I little fluffier. If Yen and Geralt's love is intense and dramatic, Triss and Geralt's feel fluffy and sweet by comparison. I also love their ending, where they both move to Kovir so Triss can be the magical adviser for whoever it was and Geralt still takes on witcher contracts, still WANTS to be on the Path. And that's what I don't understand. What's so different between these romances that he wants to abandon the Path when with Yen, but continue on it with Triss? I don't really get it, and it feels like a plot error by the writers more than a deliberate choice that makes sense. Like, they wanted to endings to be different, but changed Geralt's preference based on who he ends up with. I suppose it could be said that each lady brings out a different side of him, and I think that's true, but my opinion is that I still think he would take contracts, etc. even with Yennifer.

On to more end points that I wish I could mix and match: I wish the "best end," where Ciri becomes empress, was compatible with her remaining a witcher. Of course I understand that if she's an empress, she can't really go gallivanting across the countryside smiting monsters, being gone from her throne for weeks or months at a time, because she's got important empress shit to do, but still. I also don't understand the people who believe that Nilfgaard winning the war isn't good, ESPECIALLY if you put Ciri on the throne. I don't know a whole lot about Emhyr and Radovid (bc, again, never read the books and I've only played the third game), but I know they both suck ass in different ways. Emhyr is power hungry in the same way Radovid is, but Radovid is a raging lunatic on a witch hunt, literally. Sure, Nilfgaard has its flaws, but whenever Ciri takes the throne, she can change all the things about Nilfgaard that makes people hate them. She doesn't agree with a lot of the shit Nilfgaard does, as I understand. It will never be perfect, because politics are never perfect and never will be, but things can be better than they were.

I wanted to write all this out here to see if anyone felt similarly to me, or if not, I wanted to understand the reasoning behind differing opinions--even if I don't or won't agree with them. I thought about posting a discussion thread on Reddit regarding Nilfgaard versus Redania (especially when Ciri is empress), and Yennifer versus Triss, but discussions have abound there about both these topics, and they always end poorly. All those discussions area are 4 or more years old, so it feels like beating a dead horse more than it does on Tumblr, where fandom never dies. Lol As surprising as it may be to hear, people on Tumblr are more pleasant than on Reddit, and I feel better discussing these things here than there. I hope this was easy to understand. I realized while writing that I didn't really know what I was trying to write about, just that I had thoughts and opinions and needed to get them out.

#the witcher 3 #tw3 wild hunt #yennifer or triss #i don't know!#i have thoughts #i don't even know what to tag this as #fuck redania

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phoenix-downer · 5 years

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Do you think--in fanfiction, at least (I'd say canon, but I don't think it'll have time for it), a post-KHIII Sora might regret how he treated Kairi's kidnapping in KHII, in thinking he should have been a BIT more worried back then, since the Organization could have killed her there? I don't think Sora was UNconcerned about her, but you get what I mean.

That’s a good question!

Before I get into the meat of it, I want to make a case for him being pretty concerned about her even back then, because I’ve seen people argue that he didn’t seem to care much about her, and I don’t think this is the case. So I’ll dive into that first and then address your question.

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think he really was worried about her kidnapping in KH2. He did cry when he realized what had happened, even if the graphics of KH2 make it hard to see that:

The way his head moves in this scene + his voice makes it clear he is upset here, and Donald and Goofy have to cheer him up so he can continue his journey.

The second world visits in KH2 were good for fleshing out the worlds and characters more, but because a lot of them felt divorced from the “find Riku and Kairi” subplot, they had the unintended side effect of making it seem like Sora wasn’t really in a hurry to find them, even though right at the start of his part of KH2 he makes it clear what his goal is: find Riku so they can go home to Kairi:

As awful as being kidnapped must have been for Kairi, and as upset as that made Sora, I think he probably knew her life wasn’t in danger. She was a hostage, basically, and it was not in the best interest of the Organization to kill her. She was the “fire that [fed] Sora’s anger” in Saïx’s words, and if she had been killed, Sora would’ve lashed out in grief instead of attacking Heartless like the Organization wanted him to (so they could keep collecting hearts). Whereas Xehanort kidnapped and killed her in KH3 because he thought she was more useful to him dead, in KH2 she was more useful to the villains alive because she got Sora to do what they wanted him to.

There was also something more... I don’t know, innocent doesn’t seem like the right word for KH2, but... while Sora’s problems had real stakes in KH2 and caused him real emotional distress, something about the obstacles he faced in KH3 just felt downright diabolical in comparison, like Nomura sat down and thought “okay, so how can I break Sora piece by piece in KH3,″ which isn’t a critique, just something I noticed. In KH2, you knew everything would be okay in the end, somehow. For all his tears you knew Sora would find Riku again and be reunited with Kairi. All those hardships just make his eventual victory that much sweeter.

And from a writing standpoint, it’s good to throw hardship Sora’s way so he can overcome it, and that’s why we root so hard for him to succeed. But yeah, even though I wasn’t really happy with either of the Kairi-gets-kidnapped subplots in KH2 and KH3, the one in KH3 felt especially cruel. Main characters tend to have plot armor, and then KH3 came along and killed off both Kairi and then Sora himself by the end.

So all of this is to say, I think given the tone of KH2, Sora showed the right amount of concern for Kairi. I didn’t even touch on the dogeza bow in this answer because I’ve discussed it before, but that also shows how much he cares for her and worries about her. And as an audience, we were never concerned about Kairi dying, because that just wasn’t the type of story KH2 was. We knew Sora would find her again, because that is what we have come to expect from these types of stories. The knight rescues the princess and they live happily ever after. So while Sora was upset and distressed, the stakes weren’t the same as they were in KH3. KH3 changed the status quo. We weren’t playing through a fairytale anymore (at least in the Disney sense), we were watching a Greek tragedy unfold, and opening KH3 with Olympus perfectly reflects that.

Sora’s grief and emotions in KH3 were a magnitude order higher because suddenly the plot armor was gone and anyone could die, so of course it was the one person he loves more than anything who did. And then he himself paid the ultimate price to save her.

Getting into the meat of your question, though, I can see Sora regretting not prioritizing Kairi, regretting putting his duty over his heart. I don’t know if you’ve seen Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon...

(slight spoilers after the gif)

...but two of the main characters realized they wasted their whole lives fulfilling their duty when really, they would’ve been happier being together (which is a fascinating commentary on wuxia movies as a genre that I won’t go into here because it’s beyond the scope of this analysis, but worth noting).

Much like the two characters in that movie regret not spending their lives together, I’m sure Sora regrets not spending more time together with Kairi while he could have, or even for taking their time for granted before they were separated, because he assumed they’d always be there for each other.

I bet her kidnapping in KH2 made him feel powerless and helpless and angry and frustrated, hence why he cried after it happened. But then he got her back, and all was safe and well in the worlds, and he could relax a little. But then KH3 happened, she wasn’t safe, and her kidnapping and death made him feel even more powerless and helpless and angry and frustrated, which, going by his reaction, seems to be the case:

One of the reasons why people cry is feeling helpless and powerless, and grief will do that to you - you want the person you loved back because your heart feels like it’s missing a huge chunk without them, but they’re gone and you can’t do anything about it and it feels awful. You feel like your own life is out of your control and you don’t know what to do, you have to do something to try to fix it, but you feel like nothing can make that ache go away unless you get the person you love back somehow.

Which, Sora did - he managed to bring Kairi back. He was reckless, sure, but he was grieving, and his recklessness and disregard for his own life makes sense in light of that.

So yes, I think he would have regrets. He would regret not spending more time with her, he would probably blame himself for her death (“If only I’d been stronger/better/faster, I could’ve stopped it from happening”), and even once he’d saved her, I think he’d be afraid of losing her again. It’s one thing for her to lose her heart, it’s one thing for her to be kidnapped - both are tragedies in their own right - but it’s another entirely to lose her completely, for her to be dead and gone.

And then when he had saved her, he would feel guilty about abandoning her again by fading away, I think. All she wanted was to be together, and he couldn’t even keep that promise to her. He would probably feel like a failure in that regard, and his more recent “failures” would make the past ones seem that much worse. Her kidnapping and death in KH3 would make her kidnapping in KH2 feel worse because it’s a repeat of the trauma and he couldn’t stop it from happening, either time.

In the future, even once they’re reunited, I think he would be scared of losing her again. He’d also probably be dealing with a lot of guilt, regret, self-blame, and feelings of powerlessness (although I’m sure being able to take action and save her helped alleviate that somewhat). So yes, I think he would kick himself for not realizing how much he cared until she was gone.

Which means that going forward, he’ll probably treasure every moment with her that much more, and that could make for some really tender and moving scenes, whether in canon or in fanfic and fanart.

Thanks for the ask!

Edit: the “Read More” link is STILL not working, argh! My apologies, everyone. Again, please just blacklist #long post if you don’t want to have to scroll through all these. I’ve even tried editing the HTML code and it is just not working.

#kingdom hearts #kh meta #kh analysis #sokai #sora #kairi #phoenix downer #answer #oveliagirlhaditright #kh3 spoilers #kingdom hearts 3 spoilers #long post

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writemywaytoyourheart · 5 years

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One → Two

a/n: guess who finally got a laptop mofos? when I say that this fic has given me grief.....I am in no way exaggerating,,,, but, the past is behind us! let’s just enjoy it now 😅 pls...I seriously hope y’all like this. technically it’s still Friday for some people ;) and I promise that the story will get better as we go along.

Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of alcohol consumption, a creeper dude, emotional abuse, insinuations of past sexual abuse, insinuations of self harm, language.

Word count: 3.7k

Trigger Warning: if you are easily triggered by this type of stuff, pls don't read it. I have some fluff on my account, you should enjoy that instead! Here's a link to my other works → BTS ML

Tag list: @melikeylikeyjimin

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Daisies in the Dark Masterlist

All stories have a beginning and all stories have an end.

But, how does one know where to start a story? And maybe, sometimes we don't want to know the end; since unfortunately, not all stories have a good finish. Perhaps we'd like to leave it unfinished and rewrite it in our minds, because all humans want a happy ending.

You're still reading so I guess you'd like to see for yourself how this story goes.

Have you ever heard the story of how the sun fell in love with the moon?

No?

Well, you're about to...

And I can't promise you that it's going to go the way you'd like.

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3 yrs before the incident

One more chance. I'll give her one more chance, you thought as you grit your teeth, watching your once best friend in the lunch line chatting it up with the annoying girl from history class.

Your breath caught in your throat when your former bff Lena made eye contact with you from across the cafeteria after filling her lunch tray. A small smile went to find it's way onto your face when Lena's eye contact lingered, but it was gone in a matter of seconds when she just twitched an eyebrow and sauntered off to sit at a table across the room; the conversation between Lena and her new bestie continuing as if nothing had happened.

So it was true, she'd left you for someone else. Like you were worth nothing more to that girl than a tissue; use it once and throw it away. Not a very good comparison at the time, but that's all you could think of as you watched them sit down; you were worth no more than a small used tissue.

Figures...

Your hands started to twitch awkwardly not knowing what to do with themselves now and you stared at the lasagna on your lunch tray; if you could even call it that–all it was was a lump of overcooked noodles drenched in sauce the color of a burnt tomato with who knows what posing as the ground beef, covered in a crispy layer of cheese.

You definitely weren't hungry, but staring at the sad excuse for lunch in front of you and contemplating life as nothing more than a wisp of a tissue floating through the air, not knowing where it might end up–was better than watching Lena start a new chapter without you.

It didn't make sense, you were best friends...weren't you? Guess it didn't matter now, since a friendship takes two people to make it work, and seeing as one was currently occupied elsewhere, you would have to make do with what you had, which was...a depressed piece of lasagna staring at you from it's home on the untouched tray. You poked at it with your fork and looked at it-thinking. Then you whispered to the disheartening meal,

"Oh well...at least you're not gonna leave me for that annoying- what was her name? I don't even know, but who cares, right?"

Then you suddenly realized what you were doing and looked up quickly in embarrassment, afraid someone had seen you. But the regular drone of kids talking, shouting and laughing was the same as always. Of course no one had noticed, because you were invisible.

And you were talking to a piece of lasagna.

Highschool was great....

You were a senior this year, at seventeen. At least this was the last year of hell, then you could do whatever you wanted. You had a lot of things you wanted to do and places to travel to, maybe you couldn't do them all but you'd be damned if you didn't at least try.

But one thing was for sure, you couldn't just sit there and stare at that fake lasagna pretending like Lena wasn't betraying you right across the room. So you got up and brought your uneaten food to the window where kids leave their empty lunch trays and put your tray down, but kept the small carton of chocolate milk. Then headed out of the cafeteria to spend the rest of your lunchbreak in the library. You fiddled with the unopened milk carton and mumbled to yourself while you walked,

"It's fine, I don't need her anyway."

Just numb the pain.

That wasn't the first or the last time.

2 yrs before the incident

"Uhhh, ya know what little missy? I think if you give me twenty-five percent off everything, maybe we could come to a compromise?"

This man......was going to die in a minute if he kept going on like this.

You tried your hardest not to just scream at this pervert to leave and say you wouldn't do a damn thing for him. You just settled for licking your dry lips while he started to smirk at you. He brought his hand up to rest against the counter, then started to slowly tap his fingers. You made eye contact with him and said sternly, "I'm sorry sir, but I can't do that."

"What if I give you my phone number? And we'll make it fifteen percent..." He tried again, not once breaking eye contact with you.

"Excuse me sir-"

"Yes, doll?"

"Do you have a coupon?"

"No, I don't bu-"

"Then no, we can't move the price down at all, would you like to pay the full price or leave sir?" You stared him dead in the eyes, this creep, you thought angrily, how dare he call me that? I hope he just leaves, I don't care if he doesn't buy anything. The man leaned over the cash register, "hmm, this isn't very good customer service. Maybe I won't come back." Please don't, you thought, but instead of saying that you settled for, "it's not about customer service, this is store policy, I'm sorry sir but I can't do anything."

"Ya know what? I like it when you call me sir- you say that a lot to me....what's a pretty little lady like you doing working in a rundown grocery store, hm? What about college? You're what, eighteen? If you'd like, I can give you my number and you won't have to worry about this job, I'll take care of you." He smirked and arched an eyebrow at you from the other side of the counter.

It was probably a good thing there was a big cash register between the two of you, since you weren't sure what would've happened if you had free range. By now your brain was just blurry and you saw nothing but blackness because of the fury settling inside. What a disgusting man. You didn't care if you got fired, you were gonna teach him a lesson or two about trying to get young girls to do stuff for him in exchange for money. You leaned forward which made him lean back in surprise, then you said loud enough for the other people in line to hear,

"If you do not pay the full price right here right now, then leave. If you think I'm looking for a sugar daddy then you are sadly mistaken. You have enough money to pay for a girl's life in exchange for your own personal services, so you have enough to pay the full thirty five dollars. There are people waiting behind you so make up your mind now, sir." You said the last word mockingly and raised an eyebrow at him in defiance. The man's eyes grew in shock, then he glared at you but he didn't say a word as he threw forty bucks in your direction, grabbed his bags and stomped out of the store.

You took a deep breath and smiled at the next customer who cautiously came forward with their items.

The second you stepped through the door after working a twelve hour shift you slumped against the wall and yanked your sneakers off; dropping them to the floor carelessly. The apartment was dark so you assumed your mom wasn't home- probably out drinking away her troubles again. Walking into the kitchen, you sighed at the sink full of dirty dishes, and the counters that were no better. The smell wasn't too bad, probably because your nose was used to it by now. You walked to a cupboard and rummaged around until you found a sleeve of saltine crackers. After that you grabbed the softened butter and a knife and walked to your room; stepping over and around the miscellaneous junk spread throughout the apartment.

After about an hour of sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phone and munching on what your dinner was that night, you heard the door open and what you could only assume was your mother stumble inside. Your mother's heels clacked against the hard floor by the door, then a heavier pair of footsteps could be heard with them. You sighed deeply, but stayed as quiet as you could. Not again, you thought miserably. Just, please just go do whatever you're gonna do and leave me alone, you prayed silently squeezing your eyes shut.

There was a lot of stumbling and cursing and your chest was tight with anxiety, scared that at any moment they would drunkenly come into your room by accident. Eventually, your mother's bedroom door slammed shut and you let out the breath you had been holding. Thank you God, thank you, you clasped your hands and shook them, then carefully and as quietly as you could, you set the remaining crackers and butter on your nightstand. Then you shifted in bed to lie on your left side and tried to make sure the bed didn't creak at your movements– cringing a little when it squeaked a bit. It was gonna be alright, he–whoever he was, didn't know you were in the house.

You closed your eyes and tried to ignore the lingering feeling on your skin, even though it had been over a year since the last time. You stuffed your hands over your ears, willing yourself to sleep despite whatever was going on on the other side of the wall.

Morning came all too soon, and with it a massive pounding headache from the lack of sleep. You groaned when the sun hit your eyes and made the darkness an annoying shade of orangey red from behind your eyelids, your brain in a fog from the tiny bit of sleep you were able to get even though it was plagued by nightmares. Then you suddenly snapped awake and shot up in bed, grabbing your chest and feeling all around yourself frantically, breathing a sigh of relief when you felt your shirt still on your body. You were okay, it was just another nightmare. You tried to steady your breathing while taking deep breaths in and blowing them out slowly. Then you looked towards the door and cupped a hand by your ear; listening intently. After a minute or two of silence that didn't really prove anything, you sighed and swung your legs out of bed- planting your feet on the floor despite laundry being scattered everywhere. Sneaking towards the door you put an ear to it then slowly turned the knob. Normally you wouldn't even be risking going out of the safety of your room but you really had to pee, you would just have to be quick.

You scurried quietly to the bathroom and when you were finished you were on your way back when your mom's door swung open. You flinched and wrung your hands keeping your eyes downcast, too afraid to look up. But then you sighed in relief when it was only your mother that pushed past you to go to the bathroom. You decided to risk it and peeked into your mom's bedroom. A weight lifted off your chest at the sight of the empty bed–he must have left earlier.

"Aren't you supposed to be working or something? Why're you just sitting around reading?" Your mother scoffed at you from the doorway, after slamming your bedroom door open to confront you.

You set your book down–not ready for another fight, "they gave me today off, I'm back on the schedule tomorrow." Your mother just glared at you and crossed her arms, "oh, so you think we can afford to have you lying around, taking days off? Lazy ass." With that she turned and slammed the door shut, leaving you to sit there and scold your heart to stop hurting, because it just wasn't worth it.

You don't need her Y/n...

Just numb the pain.

So that's what you did.

1 1/2 yrs before the incident

You walked into the apartment after three classes in a row; each one being about two hours long. You dropped your backpack by the door with a thud then changed your mind and picked it up again, not wanting another fight when someone tripped over it in their drunken state. You decided just putting it in your room would be best.

Canned vegetables with canned chicken really wasn't too bad if one could figure out the right stuff to put in it. After years of this, you had discovered your favorite seasonings and you were mixing yourself up a nice concoction for lunch before going to work, humming and talking to yourself as you did so–when there was loud pounding on the front door.

You weren't very alarmed, knowing exactly who it was, and so you opened the door and stepped aside as your mother staggered in, thankfully alone. Turning to look at you, your mother's eyes were a bit glassy as she spoke, "is there any food around here or do I have to do all the work for that too?" She wasn't drunk, but she wasn't too far away from it. You didn't say anything and just walked to the kitchen, took your lunch and handed it to your mother.

"I just made this for you, thought you'd be home soon."

Your mom just snatched it away and walked to her room calling over her shoulder, "almost nineteen years old and all you can do is make a half-assed meal for the woman that gave up everything for your lazy ass."

You just grabbed your bag and put your shoes on, trying to ignore the insistent hunger pangs in your stomach, then walked out the door for work.

"Y/n? May I speak with you please?" It was the next day and you were just leaving the history classroom when your professor called you over. Your grades were far from satisfactory, but you really did try. You walked over to Professor Kim's (who also happened to teach your Korean class as well) desk and tried not to hang your head, since you knew what was coming. She was a nice lady, but could also be strict at times.

"Y/n, I'm going to get straight to the point. I heard that you wanted to travel to South Korea. We both know you're struggling a bit in the academic department, but I know you're a good girl, and you speak Korean pretty well."

You looked up, utterly confused, this wasn't about you almost failing history class? Professor Kim just smiled and continued, "there is a scholarship program to go and stay in Seoul for a year, learning Korean and going to the university there. I thought you might be interested in it."

You were so shocked you couldn't speak for a full minute, just stuttering out nonsense until Professor Kim laughed and put her hand on your shoulder. Then she handed you a packet, telling you to fill it out and give it back to her as soon as possible.

This couldn't be happening. Good things didn't happen to you. Could this actually be your escape?

You thanked Professor Kim over and over then scurried out of the room before anything else could be said and possibly destroy this amazing opportunity. As you left there was a new lift to your step.

Two weeks had passed and no word from the scholarship people. You turned nineteen in those two weeks, but that didn't mean much to you. All you could think about was the scholarship. Things at home didn't change, they never did. Until one day when you were heading home from work, completely exhausted, and you saw the mailman at the front door knocking. You ran up the steps but your mother opened the door right when you got there. You said hello to the man and took the mail from him, being our to thank him. When you turned to go inside, your mother snatched all the mail from you and stalked off. You followed her cautiously, "uh, may I see that? I think I might have gotten something." Your mother turned and glared at you then spat, "and what could you have gotten in the mail? You don't even have friends, and the bills are in my name." You tried not to roll your eyes, even though the bills were in your mother's name, she wasn't the one paying them.

Scanning through the envelopes, your mother stopped when she saw one with the name Y/n Y/l/n on the front. She turned and looked at you accusingly, "what is this?" Before you had time to even process what you were doing you snatched the envelope out of her hands and dashed around her, running to your room. You shut the door and locked it, hearing the woman outside screaming horrible accusations and threats at you but not caring a single bit. The envelope was white–super white actually, almost looking unnatural. Your fingers shook as you gently tore it open, running a finger carefully along the top so you could pull the letter out. The paper inside was just as bright, and the bold black lettering stood out.

Your breathing hitched, was this actually happening? A second scan over the letter and a quick yet painful pinch to the arm confirmed that, yes, this was actually happening. Your hands trembled as you slowly pulled your phone out of your pocket and carefully typed in the number printed on the paper. The sounds of your mother screaming outside the door and hitting it, the cars outside, your own heart pounding in your ears- it all faded away to a dull thudding when you heared the ringing through the phone, once, twice, you held your breath, three rings in, four......click

"Hello? This is Jill Dunning, how can I help you?"

"H-hello? I- I was told to call you."

"Are you Y/n Y/l/n, by any chance?"

You cleared your throat nervously, then took a deep breath before answering.

"Yes, I am."

1 month later

The flight there was extremely long and tiring so by the time you were getting off; you could’ve cried tears of joy, having felt like the plane ride really was going to last forever and you’d never step on solid ground again. But there you were; standing in the middle of the Seoul airport, completely and utterly free.

Not to mention, completely and utterly lost.

You looked around but couldn’t see anything other than a lot of people rushing around; businessmen and women, families with little children that stared at you with wide eyes, college students; and yet not a single soul that looked like they might help you find who you were looking for. You shifted your heavy backpack and decided to walk a bit, maybe you could find where the luggage came through and you could at least collect the rest of your bags. After you walked for another minute you saw a sign with a suitcase on it, hanging from the ceiling with an arrow pointing down. You hurried over to where it was pointing and saw a giant metal thing with suitcases going around on it, people looking at tags and grabbing them before hurrying off again.

You walked over briskly and just in time too, because your two suitcases had just come around the bend in the giant machine. You double checked the tags and after confirming they were yours, you heaved them off the machine and caught your breath after setting them next to you. Then you had to figure out where you were and where your roommate, who was to be picking you up, was. You went to the name of your roommate in your contacts and pressed it before you held your phone to your ear. After one ring, the sweet voice of your roommate answered in Korean.

“Hello? Y/n?”

“Hey Eui, I just got here and I’m so lost. I just got my bags.”

“I’m so sorry Y/n! I’ll be there in less than five minutes. Traffic was awful, but I’m walking into the airport now. Just stay by the baggage area, ok?”

”Ok, thanks Eui.”

You had talked to her on the phone many times over the past four weeks and you really liked her, you couldn’t wait to meet in person. You hung up and looked around, watching everyone else go about their days; rushing to catch flights, leisurely browsing the shops in the airport, then you heard an excited squeal and turned to see a girl running and jumping into the arms of a boy who you assumed was her boyfriend. You just smiled and kept looking around- trying not to think about how badly you wished that was you.

“Y/n?”

You turned at the sound of Eui’s voice and smiled widely when she approached you with open arms. Eui wrapped her arms around you and then pulled away, still smiling, “welcome to Seoul, are you ready to start over?” That had to be the best sentence you ever heard in your life. You smiled back at her and grabbed one of your suitcases while Eui grabbed the other one.

“Definitely.”

And you were; a new place, a new school, a friendly face, and no people from your past. It was time to start over and let things go, because life just got a whole lot easier.

You had no idea that whether you liked it or not, your past would continue to haunt you, no matter how many miles away you ran.

“Let’s go.”

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