#if you look closely at his character arc you'd realize so

[saryasy]

it's funny. I keep making all these posts defending Aziraphale and it's because there's this annoying trend in the fandom to villainize him while simultaneously woobifying Crowley, so there's a need for more Aziraphale perspective

but I was thinking, if we stopped looking at fandom for a minute, and just regarded Aziraphale as a character, how would I criticize him or his choices?

then I realized I wouldn't cos my wife did nothing wrong in her life

#joking? ish? #idk man #like the biggest sticking points are what? #he wanted to change crowley and he abandoned crowley #both of which are just wrong #there was never another option for aziraphale #if you look closely at his character arc you'd realize so #he's a protector first and foremost #but alright you say he shouldn't have gone back to heaven anyway #and what? #try to protect humanity by egging on a bunch of 12 year olds again? #stand by and watch other angels be horribly treated? #and watch humans' lives be toyed with? #like seriously what was he supposed to do? #im genuinely asking here. #even if he didn't offer to change crowley even if crowley could tag along to help him #while remaining a demon #CROWLEY STILL WOULDN'T HAVE SAID YES #so. the solution is for him to just sit tight? and watch the world end when he could've stopped it from a position of power? #yeah great #maybe i wasn't joking after all #sary rants

[c-o-t-o]

Shower Scene (Denji x reader) PART 2

(Part 1 here) (Alternate Aki arc, Part 1 here)

(Part 3 here)

(Part 4 (end) here)

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, blood, pain play, choking, bdsm (some CWs apply to different parts)

Misc: ~2.3k words, Part 2

About: After your shower with Denji gets cut short, you try to find time to tell him how you feel.

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Denji's face hovers just above yours with his hands on the floor on both sides of your head. The realization fully hits you now that you and Denji are both lying naked on the shower floor together and that he's aware now. Your chest rises and falls quickly as your breath quickens. Actually, Denji is so close to you that you can see your breath moving his hair. You remain frozen in his gaze, unsure of what to do now. 

Denji brings his finger up to your chin, gently pulling your face closer to his.

"All those times that you'd say dirty things, thinking I didn't get it…" he drags the back of his fingers across your cheek.

"All those times I'd catch you staring at me…" his fingers glide down along your neck, staring at the bitemarks he left there, almost admiringly.

"Were you thinking of us together all those times? Of us doing things…" his voice trails off as he looks down at your chest. You instinctually move your hands to cover yourself, but in the blink of an eye Denji grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. You look away bashfully because you can't look him in the eyes and admit that he was right. 

You see small amounts of blood flowing from your neck down the floor to the shower drain. It makes you wonder if your wetness absolutely pouring out of you would be noticable flowing away from you as well. You want nothing more than to lean up and kiss him, but now that you're in the moment, you freeze. 'Why? Why can I just do it? He's right here, he's so close…'

Denji's mouth slightly drops open at the sight of your boobs, your nipples hard from being out of the water and getting cold. With his free hand he starts moving his hand down towards your chest but stops right above them. He looks back up at you and swallows hard, practically drooling at the prospect of finally getting to squeeze a girl's boobs. You know that Denji's had a few girlfriends, but nothing ever got serious enough for him to cop a feel or sleep with one of them.

Although you still can't bring yourself to look at him, you manage to nod your head up and down. Immediately Denji's face becomes flushed and his mouth opens more in disbelief that you're letting him do this.

He gently cups the side first and lets out a slight gasp at how soft they are. His fingertips seem to melt into them as he tests the suppleness. His thumb slowly drifts over to your nipple which hardened even more at his touch. Not realizing how hard your nipple is, he unintentionally ends up flicking it with his thumb as you let out a moan.

So loud, in fact, that it echoes through the shower.

"---? Denji?" You hear a muffled voice coming from somewhere… 

Suddenly the shower door swings open, Aki standing in the doorway. All he sees is Denji pinning your wrists above your head on the shower floor, him grabbing your boob, and blood seeping from your neck.

"Denji, what the fuck??! Get off her! What did you do?!" Aki grabs Denji's arm pulling him off of you. All you see before they're out the door is Denji reaching out to you with the saddest look on his face.

"Aki, wait, she-!" And in an instant they were out the door, Aki slamming the door shut behind them. You lay there on the shower floor, water still running… face beet red and soaking wet between your thighs. You grab your boob that Denji was just touching and sigh.

"I'm not going to last the night." You say to yourself.

Aki hands you a cup of tea while you and Denji sit at the kotatsu. "You have to imagine what was running through my mind when I opened the door, your blood washing away and Denji pinning you down…" Aki clears his throat and sits down with the two of you. "I didn't realize he was weak and you offered him your blood." He takes a sip of his drink and looks away from you, slightly blushing. "I didn't know I was… interrupting something."

You and Denji both wave your hands out as if to assure Aki nothing was happening, or that it was a misunderstanding. He looks at you, glares at Denji, downs the rest of his drink, then leaves for his room. Power and Meowy are passed out on the couch.

You peek at Denji from the corner of your eye and see him blushing intensely, head resting in his hand looking away. You giggle out loud, thinking about how intense Denji was earlier in the shower and him being shy about it now.

"What." He mutters, still looking away.

"Oh, nothing," your heart races. You've made up your mind that by tonight you'll have made your move. When then time is right. "You're just cute." His head whips around to look at you, but you don't falter. You rest your head in your hand as well and smile, red spreading across your cheeks. Denji seems to be searching for something to say when you place your hand on his knee under the kotatsu blanket, feeling the warmth from him and the heater. He jumps and slightly panics, not knowing what to do with all of this happening out of the blue. And with you being so straightforward for once. Usually the two of you flirt through sarcasm and innuendos. But you coming out and stating he's cute… he doesn't know how to react. 

"So… have you ever imagined it, too?"

"Imagined what?" Denji asks dumbfoundedly.

"Us being naked together?" Your lip curls into a mischievous smile when he starts to panic to come up with a response.

"Have I… what? Hah, no! Well, umm." He looks down, cocks his head to the side, and looks back up at you, raising his eyebrows pleadingly. As if hoping you'd understand without him saying anything.

"Denji, I just gotta ask… did you actually need my blood or were you able to move the whole time? Was this all some kind of ploy or something…?"

" Of course not!" He sits up on his knees to slam his hands on the kotatsu in protest. "I really put my life on the line back there for us. It was a struggle to even stay conscious! Your blood just helped me really quickly is all. So… thank you. I really needed it this time."

"Shuuuuuttt uuppp!!" Power groans, sliding off the couch upside down. "I'm tryin ta sleep here! What are you all doing in my room?!" Denji rolls his eyes.

"You're in the living room, Powe-"

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!“

"SHUT UP POWER! Ughh…" Denji stood up, your hand falling off his knee. "I'm gonna go to bed."

"Wait-" you grab Denji's hand as he starts walking away.

"I'm… I'm sorry if I scared ya before. But thanks again for helping me." Denji mutters. 

"Denji, please… you didn't…" you plead. His hand slips out of yours as he walks off. "I wanted to!" You manage to say. He stops to listen, cocks his head to the side, and goes to his room without looking back. "Fuck." You sigh and fall back on the floor, legs still under the kotatsu. "Did Aki walking in on us ruin it for him?" You whisper to yourself. Disappointed, you get up and go back to your room as well.

Your room sits back to back with Denji's, and all you can think of is if he's thinking of you as well. Thinking of earlier… 

Earlier when he was so delicately licking your neck and caressing your breast. Before you realize, your hand is already down your underwear, fingertips squelching in your wetness. You rub the nipple that Denji had accidentally flicked, pretending it's him doing it again. You sigh out loud. 

Suddenly you hear a muffled moan and realize it's coming through the wall. Denji? Is… is he doing the same thing right now? Your mind races and you decide to go over and talk to him. Clearly he's thinking back on it, too.

You shuffle quietly to his door and tap on it with your nail, as to not wake up Aki or Power.

"Denji!" You try to whisper loudly. With no response you crouch down and try whispering his name towards the bottom of the door, but again, no response. The door is unlocked, so you quietly turn the knob and crack the door open. "Denji?" You say a little louder now. You don't hear him respond but hear his blanket moving and him breathing heavily. You feel your face blush, realizing that he's touching himself. You reach down, remembering the wetness you left collecting in your underwear. You slip in through the door and close it behind you, the metal of the lock clicking and startling him.

"Denji! Denji it's me it's okay" you murmur quietly, but louder now that the door has closed. 

"What the fuck? Why are you in my room? Why didn't you knock?!" He blurted out, obviously scurrying under his blankets trying to make himself decent. 

"I did, I'm sorry… I need to talk to you Denji. It can't wait…" you stand with your back to his door, fiddling your fingers.

Eventually Denji surfaces from his blankets in the darkness and opens the blinds to let the moonlight in. It was just enough to see roughly where you're going.

"Okay… what's so important that you had to come in here while I was jer- why are you here this late?" 

You walk over and sit down on his bed next to him." Denji, I'm not upset with you. Or what happened earlier. I thought maybe you got upset with me because you left the living room so suddenly before."

Denji sighs. You can't make out the expression on his face in the dimness, but you feel his hand suddenly on your knee. 

"I left because I started thinking about it too much. Then with Power being there after Aki walked in on us… it kept getting frustrating. But not because of you. I just couldn't look at you or I'd… I dunno."

You put your hand on Denji's. "I, umm… earlier in the shower… I liked it." You feel Denji's hand pull away, and there's just silence. You look in his direction but hardly see anything. 

The silence goes on longer than you expect, and think that maybe it was a mistake coming in here.

Suddenly you feel Denji's fingers run through the back of your hair, cradling the back of your head, gently pulling you closer to him.

"I liked it more." He says low and seductively. Some of his face comes into the light when it hits you that he's leaning towards you.

This back and forth of uncertainty, feeling each other's breath, your noses touching, not sure if you should move in or wait, makes your heart pound.

Denji finally pulls your head closer to fill the gap and kisses you, hard. So hard, you begin to feel his sharp teeth through the barrage of his lips crashing onto yours desperately. You slide your fingers through his hair when his mouth breaks free from yours to moan.

He pulls you down onto his bed, kissing you again. Your tongues meet at the same time, tasting the recently drunken sweet tea in Denji's mouth. You feel his sharp teeth and shudder as he bites down on your lower lip with them gently, pulling away slowly so that they scrape across it.

His hands move quickly across your back, trying so hard to pull you in as close to him as possible. You feel his hardness against you and nudge your thigh against it. His head falls back as he moans out loud.

"Shhhh!" You clasp your hand over his mouth. "Not so loud, you'll wake them." Denji starts kissing your fingers as they lay over his mouth, kissing up your arm until he reaches your neck.

"Does it hurt?" He breathes onto your bite marks that have scabbed over already.

"No, not anymore." You whisper. He starts kissing and licking your neck, covering your mouth with his hand just as you yourself start moaning without realizing.

"You taste so fucking good" he whispers in your ear, then licks along the shell of it, sending a shiver down through your entire body. Your neck cringes at the sensation.

You haven't even realized that Denji's hands have been softly kneading your boobs over your shirt. You take your shirt off, and he stares at you all mesmerized again. In one swift motion he pulls his shirt off with one hand, throwing his shirt somewhere across the room. You put your hand on his chest, feeling his smooth skin. Hands trailing down, you trace circles around the opening to his chest where the chainsaw pull connects to him. He breathes out harshly, goosebumps popping up all over his skin.

You suddenly feel that Denji has been rocking up against you, rubbing his hard-on against your thigh. It turns you on so much that you swear at this point your wetness has most likely seeped through your underwear and shorts. A wave of desire runs through you as you push Denji onto his back, sitting on top of him. You grab his tie that's hanging nearby and tie his wrists to the frame of the headboard. He looks at you, somewhat shocked.

"Now it's your turn to be the one pinned down." You whisper quietly and seductively. You tighten the knot on his wrists when you say, "You asked me what I've been fantasizing about? Oh, Denji. I'm about to show you."

---------- To be continued ----------

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[channieandhisgoonsquad]

With Felix 🥺

YES MA'AM! 🫡

Je t’aime.

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Nope, it's FLUFF

Comments: I'm always down to write something about Lixie! He is Han's twin, after all. He is just so fucking pretty and like that one guy on youtube said "Sorry to all women, but you will never be prettier than Felix."

As soon as you got off the plane in the Paris airport, you were immediately overwhelmed. You had never ridden a plane by yourself, let alone going to a different country by yourself.

The truth is, you're not really alone. The manager that had been charged with traveling with Felix was meeting up with you while Felix was doing some shoots with their photographer. He told the young Aussie that he had to go meet up with someone to discuss the tour he was taking tomorrow.

When you passed security, you made your way to the exit, hoping to find the manager in the chaos. To your surprise, he was already in the building looking for you. You waved at him, but the man had already seen you coming.

"Hello, miss y/n. Glad to see another familiar face in this bustling city!"

You shook his hand nervously and giggled at the formal greeting. "Hi! I should say the same thing. I was just going outside to look for you."

He smiled, "No way! You are precious cargo and needed to be found as soon as you arrived!" He ushered you in the direction of the car parking ramp he had left the car in.

The city was magnificent! It was the first time you had been to France, and you were snapping as many pics as you could with your phone. You drove through a large roundabout that was surrounding the Arc de Triomphe and you couldn't stop trying to look through the manager's window to get a better look. "Do you think we can come back here?"

He looked out his window with you for a moment, "I will try to make it happen if time allows it."

When you pulled into another much smaller parking ramp, you got excited. The giddy bubbly sensation of surprising your lover was growing within you at the realization that it was so close. You only had a purse and a carry-on due to the shorter-than-you'd-like trip, but Felix's manager grabbed the bag from the trunk and demanded he hold onto it.

He looks down at his phone, tracking the location of Felix and their photographer. They were a block away wandering the local markets. "This is perfect! You can surprise him while shopping, miss."

You smiled anxiously, seemingly feeling like he was more excited about this than you. Your hands were already playing with the hems of your sleeves in anticipation of his reaction. The man had already sent you a couple of idyllic photos of the city and you couldn't believe you would be here with him.

The streets were bustling with all sorts of people on this warm, but windy, Wednesday afternoon. You had decided to dress to impress, wanting to feel like you belonged in this very luxurious space.

As you rounded the corner, you were overwhelmed by the lack of personal space created by the crowds. Thank god you had put your purse under your jacket, hearing of all of the pick pocketers that were in touristy locations such as Paris. That was a fear you had in this chaos.

Amidst such craziness, you saw your boyfriend, the man you hoped to marry someday. Of course, he stuck out like a sore thumb to you, but it couldn't be helped that he may stand out in general.

His style was not matching the others around him, and his blonde hair looked fluorescent in the midday sun. You could watch him all day; just bask in his ethereal appearance and attitude. He was so humble despite looking like a literal walking anime character. You continued observing him from ten feet away now, just watching him being so sweet to the lady running the stand he was at.

She seemed to be selling sweets of all kinds, and the man always wants a little bit of everything when he's travelling. She seems excited to tell him about everything, despite the slight language barrier. You're sure he had tried speaking some of his limited French, and that must've wooed her over.

You couldn't blame her! He is the essence of grace.

After watching creepily, you decided to just walk up to him while he chose his sweets. "Bonjour!" You yelled over the crowd to the woman behind the booth and she smiled sweetly back.

Felix was surprised at the sudden person so close to him and looked up questioningly. He gasped loudly and threw his arms completely around you! "Y/n? Wait… What the hell! How? When? What?!"

He couldn't decide what he wanted to say, so you just pulled him into a sweet kiss on his flustered face. He returned your kiss with numerous pecks on your whole face while you giggled at his happiness.

Lix grabbed both sides of your face with his hands on your cheeks, trying to make sure you were real. "Sweetie! I can't believe you're here! I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack you scared me so bad!" He let out a long breath through his mouth while he wrapped one arm around your waist and turned back to the woman, "Claudette, this is y/n. She's my lovely, wonderful, gorgeous, and insane girlfriend!"

"Hello again." You smiled at the lady that just shook her head at you two.

"T'amante. Ahhh young love." she sighed as she put together all of Felix's goods. He gave her his card and she finished the transaction with him. He gave her a ten-euro bill to add on for how kind she had been to them. When she saw it, she handed him two lollipops back.

He smiled, "Au Revoir!" and she blew a loving kiss back at him. He turned back to your face, “I suppose I should remind you, je t’aime, y/n.”

You fanned yourself dramatically, “God, I don’t think you understand how hot that sounds with your voice. Be careful around your Stays.” He made a disapproving noise, blushed profusely, and nudged your shoulders together because of your teasing.

Felix found a cafe with four available seats and went to the counter to order the drinks. On his return, everyone began talking about the schedule and Felix showed you more pictures of the things he's seen.

You also were treated to the news that you could go on the tour with them. Louis Vutton rented an entire double leveled bus for the interview they were planning to do with Felix, and you were welcome to sit behind the camera and take in the site. You were so excited to be here.

Felix couldn't let go of your hand the entire time, rubbing the back of your palm absent mindedly while confirming timings and locations with the two JYP staff.

Once finished, everyone continued roaming the streets together, taking in the sights and sounds of the ancient city. Felix pulled out the two suckers and you unwrapped them both since Felix was taking photos of everything still.

He took a photo of both of your heart-shaped lollipops. They were adorable and tasted like strawberry. The city of love, with your love, and these heart shaped lollipops was everything you needed at that moment.

You remembered what Claudette had said to you two, and searched it up on google, "Lixie, she said 't'amante' and that means your lover."

"Well, that's what you are. My light and my love."

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[ctlightner]

@summerchild-finn

Hi! Finally saw this reply, and I will absolutely explain.

First of all, I want to be clear that I love Alva. She's a spiritual successor to Megara from Disney's Hercules, and I think she has a very well done arc in the movie. This is not me hating on a canon female character for the sake of gay shipping. I think she and Jesper have great chemistry... I just think Jesper and Klaus have even better chemistry.

Part of that is the nature of the flim: it's a buddy movie, so it's important for the two buddies to bounce off each other and make us believe they're good together--if not romantically, then platonically. I can't say I've watched a lot of buddy movies, but if I were writing one, one of my top priorities would be to make sure the leads worked well together on a base level.

However, if we look more closely at the language of film--how the scenes are laid out, the shots, the cuts, etc--I think the movie starts resembling a romance when it comes to Klaus and Jesper.

(warning, this turned into 3k of film analysis. very long and image heavy. spoilers for klaus, and the discussion assumes youve seen it at least once)

Exhibit A: The Touch

Step one is a base of good chemistry, but then we add in things like Jesper accidentally touching Klaus' broad chest and pulling away quickly (~43 min in):

But that's not the beginning and end of this sequence, otherwise it would simply read more platonic. See, when Jesper firsts lays his hands on Klaus, his eyes travel to his hands. And then he realizes what he's done and glances up at Klaus:

The shot lingers on this quiet moment between them, filled with nothing but touch. And if that was it, well, yeah you'd get people reading it as romantic, but it still could just be platonic as Jesper realizes he's breached the personal bubble of the man he thought was an axe murderer two nights ago. But something happens between Jesper realizing he fumbled over the touch barrier and him pulling away:

A POV shot. Through Jesper's eyes.

When we shift into Jesper's head, we're privy to a full reaction from Klaus. We don't know exactly what's going on in his head, but he's not angry. If anything, he looks quizzical. Part of this is because Jesper doth protest too much about how much he cares about toy delivery, and this mountain man is re-learning social interaction after decades of isolation.

But again, the movie pauses here. It's not a long, long shot, but it is about one second long. That doesn't seem like a lot, but you can fit quite a bit of information in one second of a movie. Furthermore, the entire sequence, from the initial touch to pulling away is a solid 5 seconds. The movie purposefully delays us here, on this moment, to make sure we see them interact in this way.

Let's play Swap the Genders for a second. If Jesper was, idk, Jespina, how would this interaction be different? Theoretically, it's the same actions and the same, surrounding implications of plot context. But we as an audience have been trained to read "boy and girl share brief, awkward touch" as foreshadowing for a romantic future. In all genres, not just romcoms and dramatic romances, though you bet your butt they're extremely deliberate in those. And with how long the movie lingers here, it would absolutely read as romantic if this were m/f.

But Wait There's More!

Exhibit B: Jesper, The Light

At about the 55 minute mark, we get another interesting sequence. By this point, we know that Klaus' store of toys is drying up, and he hasn't been keen on making more. Jesper, meanwhile, is still a few letters shy of being able to go home to luxury, so he gets an idea on how to convince Klaus to make more toys for Christmas.

We see Klaus out chopping wood when the magic wind we saw earlier in the film (that convinced him to go on the initial deliveries), leads him up to his workshop. Once there, he's greeting by a curtain obscuring part of the shop. A lantern within exudes soft, comforting golden light, and we see a silhouette moving.

The silhouette is feminine, from the look of hair pulled back, to the curvy spine, to the soft triangle of the lower body that implies a dress. We're to assume there is woman there, and as the sequence continues, we're led to assume this is a woman Klaus knows.

He starts to approach, a look of surprise on his face. Then we get a close-up that further betrays his want and concern and hope. This is all portrayed without words, by the way. It's just a series of well-executed shots and poignant music. It's an excellent example of how to raise tension via shots when you have a very stoic character. Klaus doesn't really move his face much. He doesn't mug to the camera like a desperate Let's Player to illustrate that he's having Complicated Emotions. Instead, the shot changes intensify. By the time Klaus is ready to see who's behind the curtain, so are we.

And after all that buildup, the feminine figure reaches out and flings the curtain away to reveal...

Twink Supreme.

Klaus is annoyed the silhouette wasn't who he thought it was and gets more annoyed the longer Jesper tries to pitch him on making toys for Christmas. Klaus tries to get him to stop, but he helps himself to the workshop and starts touching things he shouldn't. This culminates when Jesper yanks a sheet off a wall.

He reveals a very dusty fixture with a familiar-looking masculine woodcut, and a less familiar, but notable feminine one. And underneath their slot are completely empty ones. This is the first time the scene has been shunted into darkness since Klaus entered the workshop.

Klaus is horrified at this thing, even though we can surmise he made it himself. This is forbidden, even to him.

He orders Jesper to leave. Jesper obliges, and we follow him back to the post office where he meets up with absolute cinnamon roll Margú and finally decides to help her write a letter so she can get her own toy like the townies. Jesper goes to Alva for help and via the power of pop ballad montage, we see them get a little closer and end the sequence with the letter in hand.

Now, Jesper knows he can't ask Klaus for help making Margú her toy, so he sets off to make it himself despite not being qualified in the slightest. It's the thought that counts, right?

As the ballad ballads on, we get a crossfade from Jesper working by candlelight to Klaus still sitting and brooding in his dark workshop. A crossfade is a type of transition from scene to scene where one picture gradually fades into the next. As we fade from Jesper to Klaus, we get an incredible image:

Jesper is in the forbidden zone. His visage has replaced the dusty, hidden remnants that have been there so long. Moreover, once again, the movie heavily contrasts light and dark. Much like how the curtains obscuring Jesper earlier were the only light in the darkness of the workshop, now again is Jesper the beacon of warmth. A beacon that Klaus has turned away from, much like he did the tree carving before.

Now, I need y'all to put a pin in this. I swear I have a conclusion to this sequence, but I need to talk about something else first.

Exhibit C: The Porch Scene

Klaus eventually shows up to the post office and sees that Jesper made a mess of the woodworking for the gift. He starts fixing it, and the two head out into the night to the nearby Sámi camp/village to deliver Margú's toy. The ballad is still going, by the way, and it rises back up in lyrics and power as the young girl tests out her... snow-windsurfing board? It looks dope. Jesper seemingly for the first time understands the meaning of doing good deeds. Eventually, they return to Klaus' home, all excited from the escapade. Especially Jesper.

As they stable the reindeer, Klaus admits that it's been a long time since he's felt this way, and that "she" used to tease him when he got that doofy smile on his face. Who is "she," Jesper asks.

"My Lydia," he replies.

Klaus recounts how he and his wife found enjoyed their little mountain hideaway. But, he says, it wasn't going to be the two of them for long.

Light blossoms again as we flash back to a younger Klaus and his wife, excited to start their lives together, and very excited to start a family, a large one. At least seven children judging by the niches on the tree. Unfortunately for them, no children came. And then Lydia got sick. And then she was gone. He supposes he lost his way after she died, making birdhouse after birdhouse because she loved birds.

"Then," Klaus says, turning to gaze fondly at Jesper, "you showed up."

He says that he never thought he'd feel this again--"this" of course being the joy of seeing children's faces when they got a new toy he worked hard on. No, "this" doesn't refer to romance, but again, if Jesper were Jespina, we would absolutely be expected to take this as, if not foreshadowing, then barely-subtextual confirmation that there are romantic feelings somewhere in the mix.

But that's not just looking too hard through a queer lens at this interaction. Remember that pin from the previous section? Pull it out and let's discuss. See, the movie, through film language alone, equates Jesper to Lydia.

We were expected to believe the silhouette from earlier was a woman's. A woman who we understood to be important to Klaus. Now, we know that she wasn't just important, he loved her, was married to her. To see her silhouette in Jesper's positions the two as equals if they can so easily be mistaken for each other. Essentially, something about Jesper reminded Klaus of Lydia.

But of course, the movie didn't do this just once.

The movie equates Jesper to Lydia when it crossfades between the post office and the workshop during the breakup sequence. I mentioned that Jesper is the light in the darkness here, but superimposing him over something so important and devastating to Klaus places him squarely within the field of those feelings as well. And once we learn that the carved tree was Klaus and Lydia's wish for family, suddenly Jesper being there in the frame puts him as family.

Now, could you read this as just platonic "found family?" Yeah, absolutely, and the film does a great job doing that later on when the Sámi enter the workshop. But I argue that the movie has gone out of its way several times to specifically equate Jesper and Lydia. These two people are both lights in the darkness for Klaus. They tease him good-naturedly. But most importantly, the porch scene recontextualizes a much earlier scene from being merely mysterious to Lydia outright endorsing Jesper's presence in Klaus' life.

Back around the 30 minute mark, Jesper approached Klaus after a successful day of getting the kids to write letters for toys. He implores Klaus to give away his myriad of toys that're just collecting dust in the workshop. Klaus is seemingly less than impressed, until a strange wind blows in. We see this odd wind several times throughout the movie, and Klaus seems to understand what it wants, despite it not speaking. During the porch scene, we learn that he believes the strange wind is Lydia's spirit keeping him company and giving him a nudge in the right direction if he needs it. At the end of the movie, the wind tells him it's time to let go and to move on. At the point where Jesper is trying to persuade Klaus to do deliveries...

The strange wind circles him in a halo, forcing Klaus to pay attention. The wind's approval--Lydia's approval--is what makes Klaus decide to help deliver the toys beyond the first one.

Essentially, not only does the movie equate Jesper to Lydia through imposing their likenesses over each other and through similar light/dark contrasts, it has her appear in the beginning and straight-up endorse Jesper's entry into Klaus' life.

Exhibit D: "Ah, Young Love!"

This next section is not so much about the homoeroticism as is it why, despite my love for Alva, her canonical romantic entanglement with Jesper pales in comparison to the accidental (?) homoeroticism of Jesper and Klaus.

There's a line that the boatman says about 39 minutes into the film after Alva has a very public, very angry confrontation with Jesper. At this point, the kids are very reward-driven, attending the school-turned-fish shop purely so they can learn to write so they can send a letter so they can get a toy. Alva yells at Jesper about how the violent, constantly feuding families won't stand for their children attending school together. She views his sending the kids to her as a threat to her ability to save up enough money to get away from Smeerensburg forever and pursue her dreams somewhere she'll be useful and appreciated.

After Alva leaves, the smug trickstery boatman says:

"Ah! Young love."

I have always found this line incredibly grating because it's a classic example of Telling rather than Showing. Now, people in recent years have pushed back against that old adage, but there are times you want to show something to the audience rather than just stating it in a straightforward manner. Romantic relationships, for one thing.

As I mentioned at the top of this post, this is a buddy movie between Jesper the Postman and Klaus the future Santa Claus. They are the main characters of the film. Both of them need to carry this movie equally, and the best way to do that is to make sure they have excellent chemistry with each other. The film succeeds at this, and then some.

Alva, on the other hand, is not the main character. She is a major supporting character, and I think the movie would be lesser if she were absent, but her and Jesper's romantic relationship was always doomed to be Told rather than Shown. Because theirs is not the most important relationship in the movie.

I think the film could have done better about this, though. Getting rid of that young love line, for one thing. It's the sort of line you have someone say in the hopes that you can sneak in some romantic foreshadowing for the canonical couple. Unfortunately, it's about as subtle as a brick to the face.

The film seems to be going for a Bad First Impressions/Enemies-ish to Lovers thing with Jesper and Alva, but it really falls flat. They just don't spend enough time with each other for me to believe they're falling in love. Not to say they don't have cute moments. The montage where they help Margú write her letter is really nice, and the film shows Alva scooting closer and closer to Jesper as they hang out more and get to know each other. However, it's a montage, one with a song covering the bits of dialogue we get from them as they work. If the movie wanted to make me believe that Alva and Jesper had as much, if not more, chemistry together than Jesper and Klaus, then they probably should have changed the scene to be less focused on the montage and more focused on them playfully bantering back and forth.

But again, I think the relationship was doomed from the start, purely because Alva is not a main character. They probably would have had to make Jesper the eventual Santa Claus and nix Klaus in order to give Alva the proper amount of room.

(However, I think that would have ended up making the movie a bit too much like Rankin-Bass' stop-motion Santa Claus is Comin' to Town. Think about it: that special starts with a postman narrating about letters; it emphasizes that the question "Why do people write letters to Santa?" will be explored and answered; the main setting is a depressing, grungy town headed by a cartoonishly evil leader; there's a jaded ginger-haired schoolteacher who learns to loosen up and love life again, etc.)

I wish things had been different with Alva, or maybe that they had been allowed a longer runtime to really sell the relationship. As it is, it's fine. It works for what it is. But Jesper and Klaus' relationship is simply deeper, more subtle, and more meaningful.

Conclusion

Thank you for coming to my post about why Klaus is an extremely gay movie despite not being a gay movie. I wish I could wrap this up more academically, but I've made my thesis obvious and I have work at 7:30am tomorrow.

Hope this answers your question!

#klaus movie #klaus (2019) #fandom meta #santa claus #merry christmas

[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

This might be a short request but if you do head canons

Can you do (any character of your choice from Tokyo revengers) the boys reactions to being called "babygirl" by their s/o? 💀

Have a great day(or night) and have some fun! Lmao ᰔᩚ

Thank you for being so patient! Life got wild, lemme tell ya.

Anyways, here you go! I hope you enjoy. I spent quite a few minutes giggling over some of these.

↳ 𝚔𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊

It was a beautiful day out. Shining sun, warm weather, and your boyfriend looked so darn cute that you couldn't help it...

"Hey, baby girl!" You said in a sing-song voice as you walked up and threw your arms around his neck.

Kazutora.exe has stopped working. Did you just call him "baby girl?"

He instantly missed the normal pet names you used for him.

He's just sort of standing there, dumb founded while his brain reboots and the tips of his ears turn red.

You finally realize he hasn't returned your hug, too wrapped up in little giggles over your silly, innocent prank. When you pulled back, you noticed the worry on his brow.

" 'Tora?"

"What happened to 'love'?" The words were said so softly.

"Handsome, it was just a silly joke." You pulled him back into a hug, a little tighter this time, and he buried his head into the crook of your neck. You felt him relax as things returned to normal. His arms were tight when they finally wrapped around you.

"You're baby girl."

↳ 𝚛𝚊𝚗

You were bored. Scrolling through your phone, you came across a simple text, "call your boyfriend, baby girl and see how they react."

Why not? It could be funny.

Ran was lying on a nearby couch with his eyes closed, a small uptick in his smirk as he heard you approaching.

You leaned over the back of the couch, looking down at him.

"I'm bored, baby girl."

This guy. Impassive. Unbothered. Completely unfazed.

His eyes don't even open. Not bothering to dignify you with a response to your antics.

He was so used to you pulling jokes like this that all he did was sigh.

"Try again."

"Sweet cheeks?"

"Negative."

"Baby doll."

"One more try, or your ass is getting ignored for the rest of the day."

Your face fell at the empty threat, your lower lip jutting out in a pout.

"Ran," you whined, and he cracked an eye open. "That's not very nice, babe."

"There ya go. C'mon, you little brat. Let's go."

↳ 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗

You knew it was a bad idea. But Mikey had dared you! With Doroyaki on the line, you'd do it.

"Go call Ken-chin 'baby girl' Just once. It'll be funny."

So here you were, swaying your hips as you walked up to Draken, instantly catching his eye. He leaned back in his chair, wholly transfixed with you.

Your fingers slid under his chin like he would normally do to you when he was looking for a kiss. Your voice was sultry when you finally spoke after working up the nerve.

"Hi, baby girl."

Draken's eyebrow slowly rose, hiking up in a sharp arc.

"Baby girl, huh?"

He knew you were playing at something. Trying to get a rise out of him.

Draken was never one to step down for putting you in your place, though.

This man was on his feet in seconds, tossing you over his broad shoulder, toting you away from the group.

You noticed the look on his face a moment too late, that shift in his demeanor, and you knew you were in for it.

"Lemme remind you, who exactly is the 'baby girl' in this relationship, hm?"

The loud smack he landed on your ass and Mikey's booming laughter followed you all the way out of the room.

#midnight requests #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers #kazutora headcanons #hanemiya kazutora #ran haitani #ran headcanons #draken headcanons #draken

[luna-tori]

~ The Cave Nomad ~

~~~ 💠 ~~~

Adult life is complicated.

After season 3 of AvM ended, I had made an outline of what my own story would be involving the sticks, with my own characters alongside them.

However, many things happened, most of them personal.

This is the first chapter (what I managed to do for now). The rest is still in draft, it is practically complete, but some things still need to be added.

I really hope that you, dear reader, can enjoy this little project I'm doing. It's going to be time consuming, but I'm doing my best to make sure you enjoy this story I made.

And I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistakes...

(When I have time, I'll put it on AO3 too ^⁠_⁠^)

(I'm also thinking about putting out the Portuguese version...)

Anyway… I hope you like it. (⁠^⁠^⁠)

~ LunaTori

Notes:

The story takes place after AvM3.

It's a secondary story (filler arc).

About the sticks: Sec (TSC), Blue and Red are boys, while Yellow and Green are girls.

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Chapter 1: Deep Cave

I'm stuck. How great!

Trapped in a cave.

How did this happen so quickly?

This project was fail-proof, this didn’t have to happen…

Now I'm here, lying on the floor.

Sigh

Closing my eyes, I remembered the conversation from this morning.

~ Flashy Flashy-Backy Backy

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you?"

"I'll be fine, Blue. Don't worry so much."

"But I'm still afraid that something wrong will happen..."

" *Laughs* You look like Sec, worried about everything. "

" I'm serious. "

" It's okay... Nothing will happen, I promise. "

" Right... "

~~

What I thought was Blue's paranoia turned out to be reality.

I was testing my TNT launching machine, when due to a miscalculation, it caused an accident that made a crater on the ground. I ended up falling into the crater and destroying the exit I knew. And now, I'm trapped in this cave.

Luckily, I didn't have a serious injury, just scratches and a headache from the fall.

"Stupid machine! Why did you say that, Blue?!" - I got up, grumbling.

Okay, enough blaming others.

Think, Yellow. How to get out of here now?

And I don't have any pickaxe with me. Damn it !

Why was I not prepared for that day?

The machine was on the other side, so there's no way. I have to look for some way out of this cave.

I left there, the only way I had left to go. It's a leap in the dark, without knowing where I'm going to end up.

At least I have a torch with me to light the way.

===

I don't know how many hours I walked here.

But I feel like I'm getting nowhere.

Feeling tired from walking so much, I sat on the floor of the cave, thinking of a way to get out of here.

" Maybe if I dig I can get rocks so… no… there's no wood around here… "

I continued rambling until minutes later, I heard a noise.

" Who's there ? "

The noises continue, and it seems like walking through the walls.

Looking more closely, I realized that something was different…

Pairs of very vibrant green eyes appear, shining in the darkness.

This is quite unusual…

The thing started to come out of the shadows.

A spider.

I ran from where I was, before it jumped on me.

And I was right. The spider looks at me, preparing to attack. And I have nothing I can defend myself with.

Apparently it will have to be done by hand.

I took a defensive stance, being careful so the spider didn't bite me.

" Hi, spider... look, I'm unarmed, and I don't want to bother you. So, if you'd let me pass, I'd be very grateful."

The spider approaches.

Obviously this wouldn't work. They are programmed for this.

" Maybe having Blue's help would be a good idea… "

So I tried attacking the spider with my torch.

"Come on, you weird-eyed spider!"

I go to the spider, but it was much faster, faster than normal. Launching your web, dodge the attack and...

"Agh!"

The spider bit me and I was poisoned. Besides throwing me against the wall.

I start to feel weak.

"How can this spider be so fast…?"

It's not common for these spiders to be this fast and agile...

But I still remained standing. I can't let this take advantage of me.

Even so, I staggered until I tripped and fell to the ground.

I feel his eyes shine even more on me, just watching cautiously, ready for the next blow.

The torch was now behind him, I couldn’t take it back…

It's over. It's the end of me.

Even if I save myself from the spider, I will die from the poison.

And my friends won't see my death.

I... didn't even say goodbye to them...

I know I can respawn, but still... I'm scared.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable to happen.

Until...

In the distance, I heard the sound of a bugle.

I couldn't see anymore. I just saw a blur. A blur... Blue? Is that you, Blue?

No, it can't be him, the blur is a different color of blue...

A mix, actually.

Shades of blue and green.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly. When I opened my eyes, my vision was less blurry than before.

It was a turquoise stick. She wore a cape and her face was hidden behind a mask.

And she was fighting the spider. With a... pickaxe?

"Get out of here! Leave that stick alone!"

The spider grumbles in response and leaves.

Can this stick talk to spiders?

The headache came back and I saw everything blurred again.

When I saw my life bar, it was almost at one heart of life.

About to faint (and probably die) from the poison, I tried to thank her, but my speech was slurred.

" Ank u... Fo'elp... "

The blur chuckles and approaches me, taking something out of her pocket in the process. I think it's a bottle...

Suddenly I feel a hand holding my face and putting the bottle to my lips and I started to drink the liquid that went down my throat. I recognized the taste, it was milk.

When the contents of the bottle were finished, I felt that I was getting better and the blur made me lie down on the floor, so that I could regain my senses.

It took a while, but I could see better at least.

" Why is Brad always like that? And why does she look like me? " - I hear her murmur

" Ugh... Stupid spider... " - I started to mumble, cursing because the spider had almost killed me.

" You're feeling better now? "

I watch my life bar. It was getting back to normal.

" Here! Eat this. " - She hands me potatoes.

I get up, sitting on the floor and pick up the potatoes.

" Thanks again. "

" No problem! "

By eating potatoes, I fill my hunger bar. And hearts were filling again. I'm feeling better now. She watched me silently, looking me up and down, as if she wanted to remember something.

" Mmm... Hey, are you new here? But I feel like I know you from somewhere... " - The stick extends its hand.

[To be continued…]

I thought this chapter was too short... But as the chapters go by, the quantity increases.

Writing edits as soon as possible...

Art block sucks...

#luna's randomness #animation vs minecraft #avm #avm fanfic #art #avm blue #avm red #avm yellow #avm green #avm second coming #its my own project #shy... #stickturquoise #human sticks #I don't know what to tag

[hekates-corner]

Apothecary Diaries | WN Translation | Arc 9 - Chapter 16

Hi and welcome!

For a number of reasons I ended up here - I relay all that happens in the chapters, playing wine-aunt, as I translate to the best of my abilities.

That said, all the spoilers are down below - if you'd like some but not all, my dm's/asks are open.

New or missed a part? Check out the Masterlist.

I'll be dropping 3 chapters in a row this time! Please read the notes.

Please note that I only realized as I was translating this chapter, after posting 15, that they weren't going to explain what a Hitoban is. I went back to add the explanation in the notes of chapter 15 - if you missed those, it's a mythical peron-like creature that can extend its neck in some cases and detach its head from its body in others; depending on legend and country.

These chapters will make sense by part 3, please hang in there. I was as lost as you'll be, hence the delay.

Chapter 16 | Hitoban Pt. 1

It seems that strange rumors have been going around for about 20 days.

The first person who saw it was a servant after work.

As he were walking absentmindedly in the moonlight, he noticed something white floating in the air. When he looked closely, he saw a pure white mask (men).

Someone must’ve played a prank. The servant, who was tired, tried to pass by without paying attention. Then, the mask (men) turned to look at the servant.

The servant was frightened and ran away.

The next morning, the servant who had calmed down was tired and thought he’d seen something wrong/made a mistake. However, there was nothing where the mask (men) had been last night.

After that/Since then.

He began to hear stories about this strange sight from people other than that servant.

Some said that when they turned towards the strange sound, they saw masks laughing, and others said that they saw masks flying through the air.

And for the past few days a womans head has been flying down a hallway.

Therefore, someone said something.

In that aspect, he thinks it’s “Hitoban”.

⚫⚪⚫

Hitoban is something like a monster/yokai. As far as Maomao knows, it was a yokai that flew away at night with its ears like wings and only its neck/head.

“That’s why he asked me for advice.”

“Where and by whom?”

Lihaku explains that he’s talking about a little servant girl and (i think) says that the kid got used to him after he gave her candy.

Maomao thinks she’s not a cat or a dog.

Narrator-Mao notes that since he began attending the Verdigris House (Rokushoukan) Lihaku seems to have gotten a lot better at handling children.

She then adds in her head that, if the young servants don’t like him, he won’t be able to connect with Pairin.

As narrator she goes on that she doesn’t think that doesn’t mean he should show that strength in the faraway Saito/western capital. And also that that’s probably why the guards around the quack have been having so much free time these past few days.

“Of course, don’t think of it as some kind of monster. But if you leave it as is, you’ll be worried, right? If it’s your character, young miss”

Maomao thinks that he doesn’t have to say that/he doesn’t have to tell her that.

She wouldn’t have been concerned if he hadn’t told her. He “kindly taught her about it”.

In the end, Lihaku went “home” late at night, perhaps out of concern for her, just talking to her. If he knew that she was tired, maybe he would’ve waited until tomorrow—

The next day, while Guen and Tianyu were having breakfast, a small child hurriedly came to the temporary medical room.

“Where’s Bukan-sama?”

The childs face turned pale and she came looking for someone. It seems that the military officer who’s currently blocking entry is not “Bukan-sama”.

“If it’s Lihaku-sama, he’s not here.”

Maomao caught on immediately. Lihaku is in charge of night duty, so there is a different military officer in the morning.

Narrator-Mao wonders if the little girl he was talking about last night was this girl.

“I-I see.” - The girl shrank/shuddered and looked away.

Maomao glances at Guen and Tianyu.

“(Well) Then, shall we head over to Lihaku-sama’s place? I’ll guide you.”

Narrator-Mao lets us know that she was trying to be considerate given that Lihaku was concerned that the quack might get scared - so she was going to take the girl to Lihakus room, but then suddenly stops.

Maomao: … … Where is Lihaku-sama sleeping?

Tianyu: Uh-huh.

Tianyu points the way with his chopsticks, effectively misbehaving since it’s bad table manners. It’s the room closest to the entrance on the ground floor. (also got first floor)

Maomao says she’ll show the girl around for a bit. The quack’s like “Okay. Young miss, do you want to leave the dishes?”. Maomao replies that she’ll clean them up so he can leave them there - but Guen argues that if she won’t eat, he’ll clean them up for her.

The quack gives her a friendly smile and puts Maomao’s bowl away.

Tianyu, as always, hits where it hurts by questioning if it’s alright to let an outsider inside. Narrator-Mao even admits that usually she’d think that what he said was right.

However, now she was just thinking about the fact that Lihaku had gone out of his way to consult her.

In her mind she wonders if he’d thought about that beforehand given he’d told her about it - then groans as she leads the girl to Lihakus room.

“Yo.” - Lihaku was awake. As expected, after the night shift, he looks sleepy and rubs his eyes. His room’s just a room with a bed and a dresser - and Narrator-Mao wonders if the quack will try his best to renovate this one as well.

“Bukan-sama” - The girl approaches Lihaku, who’s on the bed.

The girl and Lihaku have a short exchange about the head having shown up again. As expected, our narrator notes, this is about the same monster.

The next dialogue between the girl and Lihaku is a mess to translate but in short: Lihaku asks where it appeared. The girl says at “her?” grandpas.

Lihaku says “I see. Okay. Where is grandpa, the gardener?” and the girl explains that he’s taking care of the garden.

Lihaku’s like “Got it. Alright, I’ll give you some candy.” and the girl’s like “Yay”

The girl then leaves the room and Maomao stares at Lihaku.

“Lihaku-sama, let me confirm something.”

“What is it?”

“Is this an investigation, not a curiosity?”

“Oh, you know.” (he’s amazed she’s caught on already)

Narrator-Mao notes that he admits it without showing any signs of trying to hide it. Mind-Mao then repeats that he doesn’t really want to talk to Guen or Tianyu.

As narrator she goes on telling us that the quack aside, Tianyu is hard to handle - but she doesn’t think Lihakus method is right and that she thought he’d be a bit more deft at it.

Maomao then asks aloud if he can’t do better since this is just making it all suspicious - but Lihaku argues that his original intent was different, with a bitter smile.

Lihaku goes on explaining that it doesn’t seem like Tianyu gets along with him very well. It’s not like he’ll start a fight, but it’s hard to talk with him. He ends that part by asking Maomao if she understands.

Maomao: … …

As narrator she adds that that was exactly what she’d felt.

She adds, out loud, that “In other words, he’s the type of person that usually doesn’t hit or touch you, but it’s difficult because of the close proximity. It’s fine if he’s the type that you can fight with, but what if he definitely doesn’t have that sorta personality?”

Lihaku’s like “Whoa, you know what I mean.” and then explains that it’s not like it’s elusive, he just can’t see the core of Tianyu. He can see the branches, but not the trunk.

Narrator-Mao notes that Lihaku instinctively sees Tianyus true nature.

(i’ll try to make sense of this ↑ whole thing in the notes, it’s a whole ass mess)

Lihaku goes on saying that while Maomao’s actions seem unrestrained, there’s a logic to them. They feel like medicine or poison or something.

Maomao interjects with “Please at least say medicine and poison in that order.” but as narrator adds that now at least she knows why Lihaku’s moves are bad.

She goes on saying “Tianyu’s personality is a bit problematic, but I don’t think it’s something to worry about.”

Adding her reasoning as narrator: For now, he’d managed to become a medical officer. Even if they were lacking staff, she doubts they’d have allowed him to come to Saito if his background/identity wasn’t cleared.

Lihaku argues that he understands that - he then apologizes before explaining that since he’s a military officer, he tends to think from a war perspective/in terms of war.

Maomao’s like “A war perspective?” - Lihaku explains that he knows when he can’t trust someone with his back, no matter what he does.

Maomao: … …

Narrator-Mao adds that she can’t/won’t say anything about Lihaku’s wild instincts - but notes that for now the story with Tianyu will be put aside.

She instead goes on to inquire if the Hitoban investigation came from “the moon prince” and Lihaku says that it did come from Jinshi-sama - Narrator-Mao notes that it’s a name he/she hasn’t heard from anyone else lately.

“Why didn’t you/Wouldn’t it have been better if you told me that from the beginning last night?”

“Sorry, sorry. Yesterday, after that (their convo), I went to investigate the neck. Since it’s you, young miss, if you’re interested you’ll try to keep moving, ignoring sleep and food. I was told not to push you too hard.”

Narrator-Mao notes that Jinshi is considerate in strange ways - even though his unreasonable/absurd requests/orders remain the same.

She thinks “And this time it’s about the flying head” (it’s neck, but we know they mean head).

Adding as narrator that he seems to still be bringing things like ghost stories to the table/up.

Lihaku’s like “That’s strange.”

Maomao wonders “What’s strange? The floating head itself is strange.”

Lihaku explains that the first time he heard the story the mask/men was floating - but the last few days he was often told it’s a “flying head”.

“.... that’s it” (?)

“Isn’t that interesting story?”

Hearing a voice from behind, Maomao turned around in a panic.

Tianyu was there. He’s smiling.

Lihaku’s expression didn’t change, probably because he’d assumed this to some extent.

“It’s not polite to eavesdrop, is it?”

“No, no. I was just wondering as to how long the two of you would be talking alone. After all, she’s an unmarried young woman.”

“Ah, no no no.” - Lihaku and Maomao deny at the same time.

“I know, right? I didn’t think so either.” - Tianyu enters Lihakus room without hesitation.

“Where’s the doctor?”

“He’s preparing after-dinner tea. He wants me to get you.”

Sounds like the quack. He was probably waiting for patients to arrive while chatting over tea.

“So what about the flying head? Sounds interesting.” (i think the last part I didn't include is him asking if he can be part of it)

“No.”

“Why?” - Tianyu lowers his brows.

I can’t figure out if Maomao says that he seems easy-going or looselipped but Tianyu goes on denying that. Maomao then argues that she believes he’ll get bored halfway through and let it be and he’s like “That could be true.”

Lihaku’s leaving the handling of Tianyu to Maomao. It seems like Tianyu is a type that he’s really not good with.

“I’ll be useful. If you think I’m useless or dangerous you’re just not good at handling me.” - honestly, he goes on asking if she can’t even handle a pair of scissors with dexterity. (see notes)

Maomao: … …

Maomao looks at Lihaku. He looks like he’ll leave it to her.

“Please don’t disturb us.”

“Okay.”

Tianyu’s eyes twinkled a little.

Notes | Chapter 17

These chaps, esp Tianyus parts, have given me grey hair.

I can't make full sense of the lines about what kinda person TIanyu is. What I understood from it is that he's provocative but you can't go in on him - which is hard, because they're so close together these days.

Like I mentioned at the start, these chapters have parts that are confusing until part 3. I was debating to clear it up, but it'd spoil too much so just keep track of the switching head, mask, it's not a mistake on my part.

Once again, we're back at Tianyu. The scissor comment has filled me with so much frustration and rage xD This cost me half the time I could've spent on a different chapter. It gets clear in the next, but it's like.. so silly that I still wanna strangle him.

The black, white, black dots were present in the WN, they haven't appeared before or since as a divider.

#kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #hekates apothecary

[ssahotstuff]

Lie To Me

Characters(aside from the reader)

Aaron Hotchner

Marty Byrde (readers boss)

Wendy Byrde (Marty's wife)

Charlotte & Jonah Byrde (Wendy & Marty's kids)

Ruth Langmore (readers best friend, works for Marty

Darlene Snell (a side character, temporarily has custody of Zeke, which is Mason Young's son. Mason is not a character in this story however he is mentioned once or twice.

Maya Miller (fbi agent, one of the good guys mostly)

Frank Jr. (pre penis shot injury/I'm tweaking his character and giving him a redemption arc. He and Ruth have butted heads in this universe but that's all it ended up being.)

Some Plot & Backstory: This takes place in the Ozarks. The readers boss is Marty Byrde, who launders money for the Navarro Drug Cartel. Hotch is leading an investigation to take Marty down, and the reader has no idea she's going to be stuck in the final cross fire, forced to choose between love and loyalty. The reader has no knowledge or involvement in Marty's crimes (I do change some details to better fit but Marty do be laundering money in this, I just don't go into too much detail)

Warnings: The reader is 24, Hotch is 40 so age gap, cursing, mentions of food, drinking, smut, penetration, unprotected sex, oral m&f receiving, fingering,

Word count: 2.4 k

This is part one! I hope you enjoy it because I've all but thrown my life aside to work on this lmao

You were inclined to believe that everything happened for a reason. So when Marty Byrde was the first person to be nice to you after you moved to the Ozarks, you quickly fell under his wing, and didn't think anything else of it. He gave you a job, running a restaurant and lodge he owned called The Blue Cat, after being in town a month. You quickly built a mutual trust with him when you became his daughters tutor, and your friendship grew from there. You were close to his whole family, but you saw the most of Marty.

You'd met several people now that you could consider friends, one of them being a girl named Ruth Langmore. She was Marty's business partner at a few other places he owned, and she'd quickly become one of your closest friends. The two of you didn't talk much--you had a relationship kind of like you and Marty. After a long day, the three of you would assemble at the Blue Cat and drink a couple of beers, just blowing off steam.

You were closing things up for the night half an hour early because the boats had stopped coming in and things were quiet on the lake. It wasn't until the bell rang signaling someone's arrival that you realized you weren't alone. A man in a black polo shirt stood on the other side of the bar, his stern facial expression making him look more than unapproachable.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't hear you come in."

He didn't bother moving, he just took a look around, standing in place.

"You don't look like Marty Byrde," he said, taking a seat at the bar as you stood in front of him, your bar towel over your shoulder.

"That's because I'm not. I'm Y/n, I run the place for him."

He nodded, scanning the menu before he sat it down, looking to you.

"I'll just take whatever your favorite is," he said finally, pointing to the beer cooler behind you, "You can pick my beer too."

You handed him a bottled beer and decided you'd make him one of your famous inside out burgers. It was something Marty let you put on the menu because people asked for them so often. All of the ingredients were on the inside of the burger, giving you a totally different flavor experience. You brought him his food without explaining what it was and let him take a bite, a satisfied hum escaping his lips when he realized your twist on the normal burger.

"This is what everyone told me to get," he told you, taking a sip of his beer. You cleaned up around him, staying close just in case he had any more questions.

"What did you need with Marty anyway? I can probably get him over here," he shook his head, finishing his bite before he answered you.

"No, it's okay. I'll be seeing him later. What all do you know about him? He a good guy?"

You were confused on why he was asking but you gave him your personal opinion on Marty, telling him how much he'd helped you since you moved there and that you trusted him.

"Why are you asking?" You finally asked him why he was so curious about Marty, but the stranger simply shrugged you off and told you that it wasn't important.

"You seem like a good girl. You sure you want to be involved with a guy like Marty?"

You stopped what you were doing to stare at him, unsure of what he could possibly mean. Marty was harmless--he'd done nothing but good since he moved to town, always trying to help people out.

"What do you mean?"

He looked you up and down, trying to decide what he thought about you. It made you feel exposed--you didn't know him, but he was handsome. You felt insecure under the scrutiny of his gaze, crossing your arms over your chest as you waited on him to say anything.

"You're sweet. Just be careful, okay? I just came into town, so I'm sure I'll see you around. I'm Hotch," he held out his hand and you shook it, wondering what was bringing all the new faces to town. You'd moved there for the scenery and the opportunity; your cousin originally had lined you up a job working at Marty's casino, but he felt you were a better fit at the Blue Cat.

"You may be the most elusive man I've ever met," you chuckled as he tried to pay for his food. You wouldn't let him, since he was the last customer of the night, but he left you a $20 dollar bill anyway and showed himself out. When you finally closed things up for the night, you cracked the top on a beer, waiting for your usual visitors. When Marty showed up, he seemed more tense than usual. He went for the liquor instead of a beer, taking a shot quickly as he joined you behind the counter.

"I need to ask a favor," he looked at you, his face more serious than you'd ever seen it.

"Anything," you told him, and he placed his hand on your shoulder briefly before signing heavily.

"I'm not asking you to lie, but there may be some people that show up asking questions about me."

You went ahead and explained what had happened with Hotch, but he didn't seem too worried about him; he didn't recognize the name. He was however worried about a group of men from Kansas City that may want to know things about him. He warned you that they were dangerous, and that it was best if you didn't know any more than that. He didn't think they'd come to bother you, but he wanted to prepare you just in case.

"What's this about?"

He took another shot before explaining that they were supposed to be his partners in the casino but the Snells had beat them to it. He was worried about the casino, about them showing up to cause trouble there. You hoped Hotch wasn't a bad guy; he hadn't seemed bad at all. In fact, you found yourself wanting to know more about the man that thought you were sweet.

"You're fine, I promise."

Ruth came in and Marty filled her in, since she was working at the casino. She'd already dealt with Frank Jr. once, and she wasn't afraid to do it again. Those were her exact words.

"What's got you all starry eyed?" She looked to you, which made Marty take a closer look at you, a smirk on his lips.

"Yeah, you're awfully smiley."

You shrugged because you weren't sure what to say; the small compliment had made your day, and something about the way he looked at you when he left made you think he didn't exactly want to go.

"It was just a good night," you lied, and neither of them pressed the issue further. You all had your nightly beer and went your separate ways, and when you arrived home, you noticed someone unpacking into the empty house across the street. It was too late to go knocking to find out about them, but their blacked out SUV was nice.

You fell asleep quick, anxious for the day to come, thinking of Hotch, the mystery man.

✨✨✨

It had been a week and you still hadn't caught a glimpse of the new neighbor. You were headed to the Blue Cat for the day, hoping to get a clue about them from the outside of their house. You were still unsure if it was a man or a woman, but you were definitely curious.

The day went by quick, boats coming in like crazy since you'd started a Facebook page and actively promoted it on the vacation sites and got it the traction it deserved. Marty's daughter Charlotte helped wait tables after school, and his son Jonah would often hang out while she worked. She had just walked in and he sat at the bar, working on his computer. You spent a lot of time with the two of them; you were close, like family.

"You haven't stopped smiling since we showed up," Jonah commented, looking up from his computer to look at you.

"Been a good day," you told him, but secretly, Hotch was on your mind. You wondered what he was up to, if you'd see him again.

"You're working a double. Usually you'd be miserable at this point."

You shrugged, knowing if you told Jonah anything, he'd keep it a secret.

"I just... a guy came in the other night," you weren't sure what else to say. Your fixation on him was a strange one that you couldn't explain.

"Different than any other guy that comes in here?"

Charlotte had overhead your conversation and was peeping in to throw in her opinion since you wouldn't come right out and say it.

"She liked him, Jonah!" She whispered excitedly, putting her hands under her chin as she looked at you expectantly.

"Tell me about him," she gushed, and you rolled your eyes, but there was no one else around, so you told her all about him--you left out the part that he was asking about Marty, but you told her how handsome you thought he was. You also told her that he'd said you were sweet. She blushed, grabbing your hand.

"That's so cute! Oh my gosh, you get hit on all the time. Ruth and I have been wondering what your type is," she admitted, your love life a popular topic of conversation among your friends.

"I don't have a type, but if I did, it's him."

You didn't have to wait long to see him, because he walked in about the same time as before, long after Charlotte and Jonah had went home. He sat at the same barstool and asked for the same thing, only this time, Dave, the cook was still around, so he could make it while you talked. You cracked open a beer to drink with him, his eyes crinkling up as he grinned at you.

"Been a good day?"

You nodded, looking at the overflowing tip jar. Charlotte had already counted out her half and it was still full; you'd been making especially good money lately since the weather had started to get warm.

"It's been a great day. It's still warm outside, makes me want to have a fire," you thought about using the pit in your backyard, inviting Ruth to drink there instead of the Blue Cat. You shot her a quick text asking if she wanted to do that instead, leaning against the bar as you talked to him.

"I just moved into a new neighborhood so I'm not sure how my neighbors feel about fire pits," he answered, his suit tailored perfectly for him. You'd liked his polo before, but this look was a good one; you loved his Gucci tie, his gray dress shirt against his black blazer. He looked delicious, and it was hard not to stare.

"My neighbors are really cool. Someone new just moved in, haven't talked to them yet, but the rest of them are nice."

He thought for a minute before asking where you lived. You told him the general area your neighborhood was in before he smirked, and you turned around to get his food, sitting it in front of him.

"You've talked to them more than you realize," he chuckled, and you smiled back at him, baffled that he was your neighbor.

"No way! I almost came by last night to introduce myself but it was late," you tried to multitask, cleaning while he ate.

"You should've. I was just unpacking some stuff. I can't believe you're my neighbor."

It was a pretty wild coincidence, and you couldn't wait to tell Charlotte. Ruth had confirmed she'd be at your house later, so you told Marty too, and he told you to just grab some beer from the freezer there so you didn't have to buy any.

"I won't be around tonight, I'm doing some stuff for work, but I'll see you around, I hope," he said as he tried to pay, doing the same as last time, leaving a generous tip for you instead. You let Dave go home for the night and finished things up, grabbing beer and heading for your house. You had a fire made by the time Marty arrived, taking a seat in a lawn chair as he cracked open a beer.

"Seen anymore of that Hotch guy?"

You were surprised he remembered. You told him that he'd came back tonight, but he hadn't asked about him at all.

"Sounds like he came back to see you," he pointed out, and you were able to avoid his comment because Ruth was showing up.

"Tell me again why you thought a casino in a town of drunks was a good fuckin' idea," she grumbled as she sat down next to you, opening her beer and taking a swig.

"It's where the money is," he said matter of factly, turning back to you.

"What's going on with you? Jonah said you were so cheerful, and that you made like $600 tonight."

Ruth was looking at you too, smirking at you with a wild look in her eye.

"I just like my job," you told him, and he scoffed, pushing you playfully.

"Is it a guy?" Ruth asked suddenly and you felt your cheeks go hot from the fire and the question, turning to look at her.

"I don't know what to say. He's just so handsome, but he's like, way out of my league. He had on a Gucci tie," you frowned, knowing that he was probably into women his own age, women with their lives together, college degrees and homes they owned.

"It's this Hotch guy, isn't it?" Marty said, his tone slightly accusatory.

"Yes," you admitted, and he groaned, rolling his eyes at you.

"Of course it is. Some guy starts asking questions and you fall head over heels for him," he was a bit more teasing now, but you could tell he wasn't quite sure how to feel.

"Like I said, he's out of my league."

Ruth shook her head, grabbing another beer.

"Don't say that. You could have anyone," she countered, and Marty nodded.

"It's true. This guy is not coming to the Blue Cat just for the burgers. He's coming to see you," you decided to tell them what you found out today, just to see how they reacted.

"He lives across the street," you said, and Ruth smiled wide, clinking her beer against yours.

"Well, if that ain't perfect, I don't know what is."

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hotch #ssa aaron hotchner #ssa hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #hotchner #hotch smut #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner au #Ozark #marty byrde #jason bateman ozark #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader smut #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x bau!reader

[yanderefairyangel]

How much of a pass can we give writers for writing one thing that wasn't intended to be something different (usually controversial) but it was interpreted that way by the audience/fandom?

Normally as much as needed, but in this era the answer is sadly none.

But I feel like most people don't even realize some of the things they say are problematic and not just because of the questionable morality of accusing someone to villify a mental disorder without actual proof nor actually listening to their real intentions but also because of the effect it has on the writing.

Not trying to bring this back but when the Fell twins were confirmed romance and thus leading people to try to prove they are siblings to Alear (because of course, that's the normal response to that ) they don't even realize that Alear being siblings with the Fell twins has ACTUAL bearing on the plot and would have consequence on the continuity of the text. However, independantly of their S support with Alear, it's kind of obvious IS wasn't intending to do anything too big with them : their plot relevance last the Fell Xenologue and that's it. The writing for their relationship with Alear and how they don't affect much the plot in general and their design or how the writers purposefully made them not siblings to their Alear in canon so that it would determine their relationship with our Alear, regardless of Sombron. And the thematic of the pair of sibling within our cast and how they foil each other. So their S support isn't really the cause of this narrative but more a result of this narrative which is that IS didn't knew what to do with them and made them romance to call it a day...(regardless this decision will result in IS denying the siblings allegations, as they always do).

In the case of Veyle and Seadall, you'd have to ask yourself what DID and ED brings to their writing seeing how 1/In Seadall's case, the diet thing just exist and isn't deeply explained 2/ In Veyle's case, it kind goes against her own character arc of finding herself and becoming whom she wants to be since the brainwash is likely a metaphor (used literaly here) for the psychological damage a parent inflict upon his children when he is being violent against them... I mainly say this based on Rafal and additonally her brainwash doesn't exist just to explain why "evul" but to create a parallel with Alear and their past self... to put it short those allegations are all bothersome in the sense that they show that they don't understand the writing and blame the writers that never intended that to happen in the first place.

In one case it makes Seadall looks like a lazy attempt to tackle a heavy topic when... it was clearly not the goal and in another it would make Veyle's narrative convoluted leading to a contradiction between what the story is showing and telling and whatever those people though the writers had in mind

The difference between the two and idk Bernadetta is that Bernie explicitely tell us herself that her "waky attics" are actually PTSD comming from the parental abuse that her father made her go through so there you can say that the handling of her trauma is badly done in 3H because of how the writing contractids herself

This doesn't exist in Veyle and Seadall's case because Seadall's situation is never treated as seriously and Veyle is never used to make slapstick jokes.

What's worse is when the fandom doesn't even realize that it really is just an intepretation on their part and get mads at other for trying to explain that to them while unfairly accusing the writers of something they never though someone would imagine

(note : me talking about the Fell twins/Alear situation as an example is not an invitation in flodding my ask box with arguments to whether or not they are close relatives)

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe engage

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: Simba (The Lion King)

Thank you! This should be fun!

These answers are for the original film and stage musical only: it's been too many years since I saw Simba's Pride, I've never seen The Lion Guard, and I have reservations about the 2019 remake.

Favorite thing about them: I don't think I can name just one thing: he's just an engaging, well-rounded character over all. He goes through an epic coming-of-age journey in the vein of stories from the Bible, Shakespeare, and various myths (not to mention Bambi), with poignant themes of grief, guilt, and responsibility. Yet the fact that he's playful and mischievous, even as an adult, makes him likable, and the fact that he's clever but not always wise makes him interesting. More so than if he had just been a wide-eyed innocent. Yes, he's far from perfect – he can be arrogant and reckless as a cub, and he runs from his duty as an adult – but neither are most of the time-honored heroes whom he parallels, like Hamlet, Gilgamesh, Joseph son of Jacob, or Moses. The fact that we follow him from childhood to adulthood also makes him an especially appealing, relatable character for child viewers. What more can I say?

Least favorite thing about them: His refusal at first to go back to Pride Rock and reclaim the throne from Scar. His reason why is understandable and sympathetic, but still, he almost leaves all the animals in the Pride Lands, including his long-lost mother, to starve to death under Scar's brutal reign.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I have light brownish eyes (though mine are hazel, not burnt orange).

*I'm close to my father.

*I sometimes try to avoid my responsibilities.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm human.

*I'm no good at fighting.

*Even as a child, I would never have done something dangerous just to prove how brave I was.

Favorite line:

From "I Just Can't Wait to Be King":

"Everybody look left, everybody look right

Everywhere you look I'm standing in a spotlight!"

To Mufasa, when the latter reveals his fear of losing Simba to the hyenas:

"I guess even kings get scared. But you know what?... I bet those hyenas were even scareder!"

One of the saddest moments in all of cinema:

"Dad, Dad, come on, you gotta get up... Dad, we gotta go home.... Help! Somebody! Anybody... help..."

From "Endless Night," the solo he sings in the stage musical:

"You promised you'd be there

Whenever I needed you

Whenever I call your name

You're not anywhere

I'm trying to hold on

Just waiting to hear your voice

One word, just a word will do

To end this nightmare"

Explaining to Nala why he changed his mind about going back to the Pride Lands:

"I finally got some sense knocked into me. And I've got the bump to prove it."

His response to Scar's "The pressures of ruling a kingdom...":

"...are no longer yours. Step down, Scar."

brOTP: Mufasa, Sarabi, Timon, Pumbaa, Rafiki.

OTP: Nala.

nOTP: Mufasa, Sarabi, or Scar.

Random headcanon: When Mufasa says "One day the sun will set on my time here and will rise with you as the new king," Simba sincerely doesn't realize that this means he'll only be king after his father dies. Children often don't understand euphemisms. He thought Mufasa only meant that one day his time as king would end and Simba would take his place. So when he sings "I Just Can't Wait to Be King," he's not singing "I just can't wait for Dad to die." The fact that just a few hours later, he asks Mufasa "And we'll always be together, right?" shows that he hasn't registered that someday they won't. (This might not be a headcanon, but just plain canon – I'm just tired of hearing people complain "Simba looks forward to his dad's death.")

Unpopular opinion: His journey doesn't "lack a middle": his childhood and his adulthood are two separate journeys in and of themselves. The fact that the film skips over his years in the jungle with Timon and Pumbaa takes away nothing from his character development. If you analyze his character arc based on the template of the Hero's Journey by Joseph Campbell, his childhood until his father's death covers only the first stage of the journey ("The Ordinary World," establishing the world the hero has always known). The majority of the stages ("The Call to Adventure," "Refusal of the Call," "Meeting the Mentor," "Crossing the First Threshold," etc.) take place later. I've also written my own analysis of his character arc (which I'll share in a separate post), according to a different "hero's journey" template, inspired by Campbell's but not identical to it: the Masculine Journey from Victoria Lyn Schmidt's 45 Master Characters. This template makes more sense of the length of time spent in Simba's childhood than using the Campbell template does – his childhood scenes and his adulthood scenes each consist of a complete Masculine Journey-style character arc. Each arc includes every one of the stages ("The Perfect World," ""Friends and Enemies," etc.), with his childhood journey ending in what Schmidt calls "Rebellion" and "Failure," while his adulthood journey ends in "Awakening" and "Victory." His teenage years would have been completely irrelevant to include, either (from the Campbell perspective) because his journey really starts in his adulthood and his childhood is only a long prologue, or (from the Schmidt perspective) because the years in the jungle are only a bridge from his first complete journey to his second one. I hope this hasn't been too heady and confusing, but whenever some critic complains that Simba's character arc "has no middle," I want to give them a scholarly essay explaining why they're wrong.

Songs I associate with them:

"Circle of Life," "I Just Can't Wait to Be King", "Endless Night" from the stage musical, "Can You Feel the Love Tonight?" and the instrumental and choral finale, "King of Pride Rock."

Favorite pictures of them:

#character ask #disney #the lion king #simba #ask game #animated film #fictional characters

[agoddamn]

Hey, remember that Clone Wars thing I was doing? Let's get back to that. THE BOX

Still really funny that THIS is where I stopped, mid-Obi-Wan arc

Narrator!Yularen, once again, is saying Rah-ko where Eval says Ray-ko

>Obi-Wan copying Bane's butch shoulder-shove past Eval

lol

I actually like Obi-Wan's chest armor here, the fur lining and all. Cute look, very low-level D&D armor. I've seen some people argue that this is a Mando outfit but he's really lacking the distinct T-visor; he just has a horizontal visor

(once again, it is so fucking funny that Mandalorians are literally wearing range targets)

Anakin is actually...quite calm, confronting Yoda about all this? He's clearly unhappy, but his first concern is Obi-Wan's safety. Wtf, fanfic led me to believe he was berserk through all this

...anyone else ever have that moment where you realize that you don't dislike a character, you just hate the fanon version of that character? Sometimes I wonder if even some supposed fans actually like Anakin Skywalker, given as they write him like a whiny brat instead of a complicated adult

--was that a salarian doing a handstand? (Twazzi?)

Bane: I require P E R F E C T H A T

Heyyy, it's Embo!

Dooku says something about a bounty hunter's standing "last season"--wait, hold on, there are seasons?

Hardeen is introduced as 'the marksman of Concord Dawn,' which I guess is where the Mando assumptions come from, but with the other bounty hunters a lot of their titles seem to come from jobs, not origins (ie pink dude being the butcher of whereever)

Is this the first canon appearance of a Selkath outside KOTOR?

Weeqay lady also hot

I have to ask why an assassin filter is testing them without their weapons

Dooku says Rah-ko

I like how Bane has gone from slapping away Obi-Wan's hand to "go!" within the space of two minutes

Looks like there's 8 now, lost 3 in the lightsaber room

I really have to ask who tf would take this job? "I'm gonna murder you at the end" was the conditions for 42% of the applicants. Why would the best bounty hunters in the galaxy take a job that has a 42% chance of killing them by sheer luck when they could take literally any other job that doesn't do that? I know, I know, money/arrogance/plot, but still

Obi-Wan speaks Parwan and whatever language Embo speaks in here

Down to 6

Idk why Dooku thinks the Box ain't doing its job. It's down to 6, and he expected it to be down to 5

Obi-Wan being able to hit those targets--alright, that looks like maybe 25 yards? 35? So the impressive part here is in how quickly he acquires his target picture; he's not shooting at an exceptional distance (especially since he's not using iron sights), but he is taking very little time to aim

There's still recoil on laser sniper rifles, which is very unfortunate (...also a sniper rifle with a scope is pretty excessive for such close range). I can't imagine dealing with that without a cheek well--it'd just be smashing into the helmet every time and you'd lose your stance. Horrible

...god I ship this so goddamn hard. I mean, I already did just from hearing about this ep, but goddamn. I need to reread the Idiot's Array now

...but seriously why is Eval even so salty, this is literally what the Box was designed to do--cut the team down to five dudes

Ok that wallrun was pretty sick

What do the other bounty hunters even think about this whole situation. "So like...am I good? Did I win?" What's it like when you're not a main character

Dooku: -tells Obi-Wan to kill Eval-

Dooku's next line: Eval is the one who knows the plan

Good succeeds because evil is fucking stupid

I intended to make one post per arc, but I actually hit the text limit here so the next ep is another post.

#boots watches tcw

[hottakehoulihan]

@simurghed said (I tried to reblog but something's not working)

"Please oh please gush at me randomly about Wormpowers!" Okay! Hope you didn't mean concisely! Heck, this could be a good tournament of sorts; comparing not the folk who HAD the powers but how great the powers themselves are.

"Please oh please gush at me randomly about Wormpowers!"

Okay! Hope you didn't mean concisely!

Heck, this could be a good tournament of sorts; comparing not the folk who HAD the powers but how great the powers themselves are.

You'd have to specify whether the tournament was about 1: Cool. 2: Desirable. 3: Scary. 4: Would win in a fight (boring)

A: Grey Boy is depressingly(?) close to a childhood OC of mine, though far more OP since I didn't have that "invincible and also eternally young and clean" aspect to it.

B: Circus is a great magical girl that only needs a mascot and I'd love to know what they're like when in civilian form.

C: Mouse Protector is a lot of enthusiastic cringe about much of my childhood and the childhoods of some of my contemporaries, and also Droopy Dog--a cartoon character I hate.

D: Night. I love the synergy between Night and Fog/Purity, and just the way Night fights in general.

E: There's a member of maybe the fallen--can't remember who or whether it came up in PRT Quest or in Ward--that when they speak people listen. That's it; the words compel attention above and beyond all else. I feel like this would be a nightmare power for me to have and would both "solve" my problems and also do so in the worst possible way and so it's probably the one I'd get.

F: I think about Coil a lot. Remember that crappy-but-fun Nicholas Cage movie "Next"? It's kind of Coil.

G: I should bring up Taylor but…do you like the color of the sky? Which Taylor? Her powerset evolves and grows so much. At the start? It takes her seven or more arcs to realize she can disguise herself with bugs, and she STILL isn't using them to track where the bullies are (or who is around her) on a 24/7 basis and this is silly of her. Side note: If I ever write a Taylor/Sophia it'll be called "Nosee'um" probably. Not sure I'd do that, but I know how it starts. (And ends.) Anyway, it's really the administration and surveyal part of her power I particularly envy. I can't chase two rabbits at once and sometimes not even one, but she could herd billions.

H: (heh) Grue is actually amazing and especially after his second trigger. There's a fanfic out there where he goes solo and grimdark and he captures evil capes and saps their power, slowly making himself a very strong grab-bag cape. He had Viktor chained up in his basement to facilitate this. Speaking of H.

I: Screamer is amazing. Imitating voices perfectly and making them seem to come from anywhere? A whole nonviolent origin story just for her would be fun.

J: Accord. I want more Cenotaph, and it's half because I want more Accord.

K: Edict. Edict has a mystery power where if you don't do what she says you get a minor temporary curse? Someone with a weak unremarkable power having to make it work and maybe figuring out how to make it super good actually? Sounds familiar in a good way. I want more.

L: Mama Mathers is a nightmare villain; one of those things that make you wonder how they could ever lose even more than Coil does.

M: Roulette's power is great for something I might give someone in a TTRPG. Useful, game-directing, but not gamebreaking. …super frustrating, though.

N: Alexandria's memory, tho…

O: Weld. Weld's powers, with someone else at the helm? Could be so gender. SO gender.

P: Golem. But only in a lewd way. Or home decoration. Or both at the same time.

Q: Sanguine could apparently look great in red, dish out damage to Behemoth, and just walk around and cure people of bloodborne illnesses, sort of like Panacea could do, if she'd just cut loose a bit (there's no reason she couldn't make a steady stream of non-self-replicating cancerphage/virii emitters with finite lifespans. She could walk into a hospital, focus for a bit, then relax and read a book while her creations did all the work.

R: Myrrdin because it really feels like he had to study and scheme to build his "spells" and maybe in a way indistinguishable from

S: Big Picture can stop and think about someone as long as they want.

T: Semiramis. With that power someone could keep a car, house, or a rare book in good condition. Not to mention people.

U: Engel? I mean, supernaturally pretty and compelling?

V: Flor is hilarious.

W: Horizon's power includes Xray vision? And the rest is just some punchy-boom? That's the kind of weak powerset I'd love to see get explored.

X: Blindside (Even more fun than Nice Guy!)

Y: I love Regent. Hijack is fun too, but Regent's power was great and he used it so effectively!

Z: Tattletale, of course.

But my favorite is like I said at the top before I got started.

#Huh I don't see it now what happened your brother will be worried! #hhh.txt #thebirdcage #I had to remove most of the hotlinks to the wiki to get this to post

[seelestia]

i mean tbf harry potter is always a delight to rewatch. my comfort childhood movie~

hljlasdjkasd you alright?? have you been sleeping enough??

lol he would!! and when you accuse him of thinking of doing nefarious things with the invisibility cloak he'll flash you that faux innocent pout, "whatever do you mean, dear? how could you accuse me of such a thing?" i can definitely heizou running everywhere investigating all the curious things in the school... probably unlocked the chamber of secrets on his second year lol

YAASSSS he had the best 'azaaaar!' in the cutscene out of all the versions hahah oh dw the day it comes out if i'm not busy with family matters i would be frothing on my tumblr, look forward to me making a fool out of myself hskdjkd RIGHT??? i would love a mechanic like that hahah imagine other interesting combos like ayato-ayaka, or zhongli-xiao, or even between all the archons!!

i got 100% exploration on 3 areas!!! but now i'm sick of mond scenery oof lol it was relaxing tho you're absolutely right the fact that i get to leisurely admire zhongli as he runs around is a huge plus too no but i get you!!! looking for the oculi is just frustrating esp. for inazuma and sumeru... i don't blame you for pulling out guides cause i would too lol

I SAW lol i already can feel my brother rolling his eyes at me like 'don't you have enough anemo characters????' lmao- i'm gonna reply him with a haughty 'lalala can't hear you peasants i'm too busy flying around' once i got my hand on him :p

i have a feeling al haitham is gonna be a jerk and make me use my cc but let's hope not...

oh yeah i figured you would hahah woo 80 fates let's go!!! he'll come home early to his beloved, i'm sure! <3 if he don't he probably got distracted by paperwork lbrh i would love to get him too but i shall keep my expectation low... yesyes BEST OF LUCK FOR US BOTH 🙏🏻

i wasn't able to watch 3.3 stream live but i hope you had fun!! i'll probably check out the uploaded video today with my brother hehe and omg yes pls remember my spirit will be with you when you wish, i'm cheering you on with my pompoms :3

hskdjskdjs pls don't crack my husband's joints /j but like. wouldn't your fiance's joints crack too since he's sitting on that desk of his doing his paperworks for like... what, 16 hours a day? /j

also, food and water reminder!!!! <3 <3 <3

it is! i can never get enough of the world building in that series like LET ME IN, I WANNA GO THERE (and then zoom out when voldemort arc comes /j) 😮‍💨 my comfort movies all happen to be stopmotion like coraline, corpse bride, and book of life. i'd recc coraline because it's spoopy with a sprinkle of whimsicality ✨ do you have any other comfort movies you'd recc, rin jie?? i'll deffo try watching them in my spare time >:)

that fake innocence and cheekiness is what makes ayato so frustratingly kissable <//3 do i pinch him or do i kiss him jfkefjeks ngl, this helped me realize how much of a tsundere i can be at times 🚶and so true, heizou's life is just full of interesting events LOLLL i have a feeling most of the teachers would be frustrated with him, pfft. but late night adventures with heizou and sneaking out together.... cries.

ALSO. tugging zhongli to sit down with you and have a movie night — but the moment you lay your head on top of his chest, your eyelids just flutter to a close. the man's chest could rival any other pillows fjekkfjeks and for me, i think heizou would absolutely enjoy movie nights like he is the type to nerd out about his theories or his thoughts on a movie's ending... and i'm just there, snoozing against him halfway through the movie. why pillows when you can sleep on your beloved's chest >>> (/lh)

dw, i'm alright! i'm just glad december is coming soon 🤧 and i think i'll be able to post my vaporize entry soon too! it went from a long fic to a more condensed version with the same concept, but i hope the progress will be smoother this time~ and this is an interaction i imagine between zhongli and his walking bank: "ah, mr. zhongli! before we go, i wanted to let you know that i... uh, didn't bring my wallet today." "...oh, i see." (no mora will be spent today, i'm afraid /lh)

ngl, i am a little eager to see alhaitham's drip marketing too because it is likely i'll pull on his banner for kaveh, so we'll see if i get to reach pity for the scribe or not fjejjdjke AND DO SEND ME SCREENSHOTS OF SCARA WHEN YOU GET HIM 👀 it's for... research purposes, yes. also because i like the way he can float upwards LOLLL calamities just fall from the sky these days... a huge rock of order and punishment, then air blades from an angy floating guy with a hat 🫡

the stream was so fun! because i let out the loudest yell into my blanket when i saw ayato on the 2nd phase banner. it was a cry of joy because yes, my months of farming will be worth it 😭 if ayato comes home early and i still have lots of wishes left, i might pull for ei because i really like her playstyle and i have the catch at r5, hehe. and ty for cheering me on, rin jie! take care while you're on your break, ok?? we'll wait for you <3

#let's just collectively agree that both our husbands suffer from backaches 🤝 (/j) #and ty for the reminder! make sure to hydrate and eat your meals too >:) <3 #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest rin! 💠

[the-letter-horror-lover]

The Alchemist by ArgentNoelle

Anime » Kuroshitsuji Rated: T, English, Romance & Drama, Ciel P., Sebastian M., Words: 4k+, Favs: 1, Follows: 1, Published: Oct 5 Updated: 16h ago

Chapter 1: part 1: melanosis chapter 1: one drop

A/N:

this is the 13th story in "How Not to Spend Eternity" in which Sebastian and Ciel deal with the aftermath of season 2 (or not). — you can see links to each story in order on my profile &, if you want to hop in right here, all you have to know is that Sebastian & Ciel have gone through a lot, and now they're hanging out in hell for reasons.

1&2 "Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep" (the immediate aftermath of season 2) + "The Contract" (posted together) (Ciel's first contract as a demon)

3 "Puer Aeternus" (Ciel's second and third contract, and an attempt to get Sebastian a gift)

4 "Desperate Times" (Sebastian, Grell, and Will go boating. This goes about as well as you'd expect.)

5 "Dogwood and Chestnut" (in which both Sebastian & Ciel try to make things right)

6 "Capture the Moon" (a woman named Helen makes a contract with a demon)

7 "Slipping" (Ciel finds a mysterious government agency, makes a contract, and decides to investigate)

8 "Whatever We Lose" (Sebastian remembers the plague & realizes he's happy with his life now)

9 "The Spider's Thread" (Ciel ruins his friendship with Helen & causes Sebastian's old friend to vow revenge)

10. "No Exit" (Sebastian is called to court in hell. He loses everything.)

11. "The Red Tree" (Sebastian & Ciel move into a manor house in hell, & get some unusual servants.)

12. "Night's Window" (Sebastian & Ciel go to a party. It turns out badly.)

yes, this is the last story in "How Not to Spend Eternity."

It's been a long journey! I started posting this whole thing in July 2018, 5 years ago, as a sidenote to "Unweaving," when I needed an easier, more fun story to write along with my attempt at a longfic. That was before I'd ever finished a longfic at all (Unweaving was the first) and gosh... I was at a totally different place, writing-wise, and life-wise. In the end, HNTSE would become the series I was most proud of, and one that was very close to my heart. It's taken a number of twists and turns from being only one story (HNTSE) to having a little sequel (The Contract) to turning into a full-blown series. I wrote an arc 1, that ended with "Dogwood and Chestnut," (the one where Sebastian & Ciel get together) and seriously considered ending the story there, but I still felt there were things that needed to be told and stuff the characters had to work through. After all, getting together doesn't fix characters nor does it lead to character development... it felt easy, but too much like a cop-out. So arc 2 began—new OCs and shady government projects, and a darker spin that wrestled with the nature of evil and the possibility of redemption. This last story has been half-finished for more than a year, and for various real-life reasons I was terribly stuck on it. But I knew that, no matter what, I wanted to finish the story this year. For all the readers who have stuck with the series this long, and for myself.

"The way up and the way down is one and the same."

—Heraclitus

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The Alchemist

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Part 1: melanosis

"Mortals are immortals and immortals are mortals, the one living the others' death and dying the others' life." —Heraclitus

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Ten drops.

That's how much the vial contained, in its crystalline glass.

Looking into its clear depths, Sebastian saw the burning over plundered cities, soot-stained fog, a flower whirling along an everlasting current, cold.

His hand, around the glass, trembled.

Will I? He thought.

One drop shivered on the brink, on that clear lip, and for a moment he found himself unable to move. Why?

Still: he reminded himself of the perfection, the power of having that self in his full grasp. Who knew how far he would be forced if he did not fight back? Wasn't it, after all, right to do so, instead of subsiding futilely into despair?

To gravity, at last, it succumbed.

1/ one drop

Ten years old and standing by the open window, Ciel looks out. And remembers: playing with Lizzie on the fine, shorn grass, the softness of dirt underfoot; the faces of his parents. And his dog, which had always somehow unsettled him, though he knew—still—it would not harm him. And there it is, in his reflection; or what he has replaced it with. He wonders, for a moment, what it means to have taken a Thing made of possibility and darkness, so many feathers, and a voice… what it means to have taken a Something made of teeth in the corner of his eye, and too many smiles; magnesium, raven's wings, and turned it into a dog. He wonders, for a moment, watching that unfathomable face, porcelain and hard, what It is thinking, and realizes with a thrill of despair that he will never know.

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Seventy-five years later, sitting by a table that is not a table in a house that was not a house, where the sound of wind was ever-present, scouring the walls and gripping the corners of the windowsill, Ciel wondered, again, what Sebastian was thinking. Sebastian, who watched him with careful patience as the not-teacup hovered closer to his lips…

Why the play? And would he ever ask? Whether the tea which was not tea could ever hope to compare, there was something to be said for the continuance of an illusion, the careful presence kept toward a principal. And that Sebastian had started it again only now, when the two were in hell, seemed only natural, for everything in its warped, strange manner was just as it should be. It was a teacup filled with nothing but thoughts, and here in this space of unbeing it had just as much formless truth as anything else. Perhaps it was succumbing to ease, to try to understand Sebastian only through the things he handled. But Sebastian had given it to him, and watched even now as it hovered at Ciel's lips.

Nothing trustworthy there, but why should he expect any different?

He drank, and felt a slide of suffocating care masking a bitter core; there was a faint perfume of soft sweetness like morning mist in autumn, and the deep dark mystery of soil. A sharp spike of hatred, new and flowering, that made him pause and turn the flavour on his tongue; it felt acidic and sharp and clean, merely one note in the entire array of sensation.

He looked toward Sebastian with a question in his gaze and the butler took his hand, sliding his gloved fingers over Ciel's own, and finally taking the now-empty cup, and setting it aside.

"Now, what was that all about?" Ciel said at last.

"It will become clear to you…" Sebastian said, "soon enough."

"Mm," Ciel replied, pulling Sebastian closer, and the butler capitulated gracefully to sit on his lap, facing him, back against the edge of the table and its pressed cloth. "I have a terrible feeling you're trying to make things difficult for me."

"Me?" Sebastian said, with mock innocence. He put his hand to his breast, affronted. "Master, you wouldn't doubt your loyal servant, would you?"

"You know, every time you say that, you act as though I'll fall for it," Ciel said.

"And," Sebastian said, his eyes glinting. The liquid of his hair brushed against Ciel's forehead. "Did it work?"

Ciel smiled. "Not yet."

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Chapter 2: nausea

2/ nausea

He has seen many masters struggle with the knowledge of their identity as nothing more than food, with their interpretation of that final end-state toward which all else now inexorably gathers, but he has never yet come across something so small, so unformed. And because Ciel wants so desperately to show he is affected by nothing, here he can come, Sebastian: creeping ever closer. am i disturbing you? (with such a condescending smile)

of course not

Of course not! How foolish his young master is. Yet there is something like acceptance in it that he turns over and over as though looking for the flaw in a shining sapphire, polishing it ever further, only to find new facets and dazzling depths.

He will not be appeased, he knows, until every winding corridor is made in his own image; the final and most blasphemous act of creation. What is care, if it wishes only to destroy? There is, and has never been, any other conception to a demon. The beauty of debasement is theirs, always.

And he creeps so carefully into the unprotected spaces of the child's self that he hardly takes note of how the child follows him back into the untouched recesses of his own mind. (Or if he does, then even his own overthrow is a triumph.)

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Something in the tea had disagreed with him, Ciel thought; lying on cold porcelain tile and retching into a toilet. In the doorway, he could feel the glitter of Sebastian's eyes: and he turned with a glare to his demon who had, of course, the perfect mask of concern, only. As if the damn thing hadn't poisoned him.

"Is something amis, my lord?" Sebastian asked.

Ciel snarled, baring his teeth. "Do you think I'm puking up my guts just for the entertainment factor?"

"Well, you see, I didn't wish to presume," Sebastian said. He stepped inside, gently brushing sweat-sticky hair from Ciel's face, gloves pressed against skin soft and burning with fever.

"You're very warm. Perhaps I should put you to bed."

"If you do, I'll puke again," Ciel said tightly, clutching one arm across his roiling stomach. "Degenerate creature, you'd bore yourself to madness if you didn't torment me." He cast one glance over at Sebastian, who watched him with a careful, blank expression, as though he hadn't a clue what Ciel was speaking of. "Or are we pretending this was an accident?"

"My lord." Sebastian spoke with such affront; and neglected to answer: of course it was too soon for the demon-butler to tip his hand. Ciel could order him to, but then, if he did, this game was over, and he'd never have discovered Sebastian's true purpose. And it would be back to wandering around this not-a-house in hell, waiting for their time to run down. How he missed earth! The dependable sun, reappearing every morning to spite the night's gentle embrace… here everything was grey, neither purely dark nor light, a muddied conglomeration of only the meanest aspects of existence.

Ciel looked away, letting the touch of Sebastian's glove against his neck, the slow, swirling points of his fingertips, chase through the sudden dizziness that raked its way like throwing stars across his eyes.

When Sebastian put one arm under him and lifted him he groaned, hand twisting in the fabric of Sebastian's suit, and swallowed down another tilting wave, bile pressed back only with difficulty, the sting of acid in his mouth. It was hot: much too hot when Sebastian brought him into the bedroom and laid him down, and he tossed off the blankets the butler tucked around him and then pulled at the collar at his throat. "Seb—Seba—s—"

"Shh," Sebastian said gently, sitting beside him on the edge of the bed. "Don't try to speak."

"Don't you… dare try to order me… about, demon," Ciel muttered, closing his eyes. Darkness crept in, kindly, from all sides, and his fingers caught at the buttons of his shirt. After a moment he could feel Sebastian's hands taking up the task, soon divesting him of his outer clothes, which he pulled off with much tugging this way and that as Ciel struggled, limply, to help. Then, naked from the waist up and still shivering, Ciel pressed his fingernails like claws into Sebastian's shoulders as the butler painted dry, swirling patterns of his hands over Ciel's chest, all of him aching, burning. Ciel felt a wave of nausea envelop him again and made it half to sitting up before he had puked again, all over Sebastian's front and his own.

"My, what a messy little thing you are," Sebastian said, as Ciel heaved bloody streaks of spit from his fanged mouth, viscous streaks that Sebastian cleaned with his gloved thumb.

"You're disgusting, Sebastian," Ciel said, as Sebastian pushed him gently onto his back again and bent down to lick the vomit from his skin with tiny, pointed kitten-licks. Ciel reached down, and yanked at Sebastian's hair with taloned hands, pulling the butler to face him. "You like to see me sick and defenseless," he accused.

"How could I not?" Sebastian said, with the edge of a smile in his voice. "You paint such a pretty picture that way." Ciel saw Sebastian's curled fondness, his excitement, and felt an uncanny warmth of his own care that almost crept onto his own scathing look. If he hadn't felt so awful he would have laughed.

"You make a terrible pet, Sebastian," he said smartly. "If I look away for one minute you're tearing things to pieces for my regard."

"Perhaps I merely make a terrible dog," Sebastian retorted. "Not everything can be tamed so."

Ciel sighed, tracing one hand down his butler's face. "I know," he said quietly. "And I wouldn't want you to be." He caught—before it was covered up by teasing—a quick flicker of surprise, of something hollow and uncertain, bitter and terrible, a trapped and wounded animal behind Sebastian's gaze. He cursed Jack, and the unraveling he'd made of Sebastian, setting up the trial that stripped the demon of all he was—they hadn't spoken of it, but Ciel had seen what being in hell, like this, stationless and alone, made of the proud creature; he didn't begrudge Sebastian his acting out.

Ciel would be glad to put this all behind them. When they could resume their life on earth again, when Sebastian would be able to be… not free, of course. Ciel had not freed him before, and he certainly couldn't now, now that Sebastian had nothing left but Ciel's own protection. If it was unforgivable to destroy a creature so far that it could do nothing but depend on you, it was unutterably worse to do so and then abandon it.

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.Chapter 3: decomposition

3/decomposition

"This should make you feel better," Sebastian said.

"Will it?" Ciel said wryly, but he opened his mouth for Sebastian to hold the dropper above his open mouth. His master, so knowingly putting himself beneath Sebastian's deadly touch; he did nothing more than twist his face slightly as the drop fell onto his tongue, and where the drop fell, a blackening started, burning through the muscle like acid. He swallowed, sighing, and relaxed onto the bed, closing his eyes.

Tinted glass in hand, Sebastian wondered why part of him wanted to shake his master, to insist the brat order him to stop, or to tell him what this tonic was truly meant to do; and then punish him for it. It wasn't like Ciel to give in, nor to let Sebastian have his way without argument… but then, it wasn't like Sebastian to poison him, either.

The fever hadn't gone down. If anything, it had risen; when Sebastian checked the temperature of Ciel's skin, pressing his own lips to the demonling's hollow throat he felt the burn of it against him like a coal-fire. Even that gentle touch left a dusky bruise, purpled and strange, and Sebastian rubbed his hand—in their new, clean gloves—across it as though he could coerce it away.

There was something like corpse-flesh to the sheen of him, he realized, though Ciel was still breathing deeply and regularly; though he'd only yet taken two drops. A creature frail and powerful, sleeping on a bed of dreams.

Sebastian slipped off his shoes, slipped off his socks, and climbed onto the bed, the rumpled sheets pushed aside, the expanse of his master's skin. He sat at the juncture between the young man's parted legs, the soft wool trousers under his palm, the naked, narrow waist; he leaned forward to rest his own head upon Ciel's collarbone. He closed his eyes.

Beneath his sleep, empires unravelled. In the corridors of his dreams, he saw strange figures trapped in iron maidens, none with eyes. He walked down a constantly sloping hall, trying to reach the center, smelling the perfume of grave-flowers, spider-lilies, burning red.

His shadow stretched across the floor in front of him, hiding the narrow walls. His shadow, chased with wings, and a raven's harsh call.

He woke holding his master's hand, slim violinist's fingers and perfect dark nails. They were rotting at the tips, sweet and spongy; one finger broken off in his hand with a hollow snap. Sebastian stared: at that curve, that careful piece, like a curled tail. The stump where it had pulled away was bloodless, streaked with pus, and crumbled when he touched it.

He looked up to find Ciel watching him.

The rotting had bloomed across his master's lips, a dark stain across his mouth and cheek; it made a blackened swirl across his neck, a crumbled mess at his shoulder, taut muscle almost eaten away. Everywhere Sebastian had touched him.

"Young master…" he whispered.

"Interesting, isn't it?" Ciel said. "You ought to lodge a complaint against whomever made that tonic." His master stood up, or tried to; he lost his balance by the bedside and had to hold fast to the bedframe, a look of furious concentration in his eyes.

When Ciel finally managed it, his eyes lit in satisfaction, and he walked carefully to the window, opening the shade. "Oh," he said. "It's still night." He turned around, the bright sparks of his pupils casting eerie light across the room; then the contract flared up purple between them, buzzing and bright, like a current.

But Ciel said nothing.

"Don't you have an order for me?" Sebastian asked quietly.

"At the moment?" Ciel shrugged. "No. Why—ought I to?" He looked challengingly at Sebastian, who opened his mouth, and closed it again.

"Surely you don't trust me," Sebastian said, uncertain.

"I told you I never had," Ciel said.

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Chapter 4: quietus

4/ quietus

Ten years old, and Ciel walks the halls of a cavernous house that is his. When he enters the front hall, soft steps, the click of heels across a chequerboard floor, he is playing a game against his enemies. One step: the shadowed figures from the Underworld that ring the mansion at night with their guns, trying to wrest him from his place. Another step: and the grave figures of his parents loom from above in their tall, tall frame, painted faces recriminatory, solemn. A third step and he hears the echo, just an eighth-note off from his own, and Sebastian has followed him onto the tiled floor; a knight, a beast, a creature that always jumps uncannily this way and then turns the other. He does not trust the creature. He must never trust the creature.

(And yet when he remembers that flash from the corner of his eyes, fangs reaching for his unprotected back, carefully twisting his words—oh, how he doubts the painted sincerity of his butler's tone, and the soft kiss he placed upon the back of his hand, when the coiled thing bent its knee!)

Ten years old: but he is almost eleven. He is truly the Watchdog to the Queen, he is truly Earl, a part created by every move he has made thus far, and he is terrified.

But he would not trade this terror for safety; not now.

He wonders what that makes of him.

He wonders why it is that he sleeps, now that he has seen the blood of his enemies feed the ground.

(iron-rich loamsoil, his roses:

white like—innocence… death)

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Truly, only a very foolish creature could accept a tonic that makes one ill again and again. Bedevilled thing, sharp in the sting of pure water. But then, surely only a very foolish creature would offer a tonic that makes one ill, again and again, and expect one to accept it.

(Fool creatures they are, the both of them.)

But, lying weakly upon the bed with trembling limbs too heavy for him to hold, Ciel realized that it was more than mere illness Sebastian was offering. Perhaps it was something in the taste of the poison he had only now pinpointed. Or the way Sebastian supported Ciel's head, gently, to accept the next drop, and looked down at his hands, after, just… silent.

I am, Ciel thought, being killed by my own butler. And I am letting him do it.

The thought was oddly hilarious.

Ciel had wondered, at the realization, if that numb, pressing cold he felt was betrayal. But that would have required a trust to break. And that would have required an unknowledge of Sebastian's position, which Ciel could not claim. It was, and had always been, Sebastian's due: his life. If Sebastian chose to take it now, it remained so.

Bile turned to blood, and blood to bile. The darkness of nothing became shaped into a form, and that form decayed from within. The conscious Self that in this place turned each scattered impulse into a solid metaphor which could hold the bed with its heavy drapes, the deep midnight quiet of their remote fastness, the butler sitting beside him, young thing with ancient eyes, was unravelling until Ciel found himself sliding out of himself. But without the freeing, boomerang force with which he usually unspindled into air—he was still: concretely aware of his false-body and the laborious rattles of its chest; just as he was aware of the shadow of Sebastian's eyelashes on the butler's pale cheek, as Sebastian sat as though he meant to imitate a statue. Each non-thing and its non-being was so achingly fixed in place. It was delirious, deliriously so.

He had been chasing after his own end for aeons, knowing its face.

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Chapter 5: part 2: leucosis chapter 5: the monster

Part 2: leucosis

"And it is the same thing in us that is both quick and dead, awake and asleep, young and old, the former are shifted and become the latter, and the latter in turn are shifted and become the former." —Heraclitus

5/ the monster

In the very deepest inkling of night, Ciel climbed out of himself. The bed, blue as it was with the drapes shivered with wind; like a boat's tattered sail under the salt-spray. Inside was the corroded, spongy mass of what had once been bedclothes, all pooled together into a sticky gelatin formed of his own cooked-down bones. It was rank; it filled the air with a gaseous mixture, sour-sweet with rot.

He left that puddled creature behind, that corpse sitting in a sheen of darkened blood and ooze; that boy-shell of his, serene and with eyes closed; he left behind the caving chest, the spars of his ribs curving from the hook-tangled center where the dead-live bird still grew and drowned.

Light, he vantaged the room, only a touch-breath here and there with a hollow buoyancy, like empty things. Nothing pulled at him but the suction darkness of the tendril that crawled over his back and into his open mouth, reaching somehow into the not-chest and the open space inside, the longing horror of it.

Sebastian was not inside. He had opened the window, and there was a balcony that had never once existed—rail-less, it sloped like a downturned leaf trembling at the hint of rain. Sebastian stood in a chilled wind that shrieked ceaselessly around the manor, he stood barefoot and gloveless in his shirtsleeves which were rolled up to the elbow, the corded muscles of his arms outstretched, the angled definition of his wrists over sculptured hands, the wet plastered wildness of his smooth dark hair, and when he turned around to meet Ciel his eyes were slitted points of pink fire that cast uncanny light onto the top of his cheekbones.

The wind and its death-rattles keened like a child.

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Ten years old, and he has been dreaming of soft beds for what seems like eternity, but now that he has it all: warmth and comfort and only the fading purple of old bruises instead of a constant sharp ache and hollow hunger, now that he is full and can rest, now that he has doors between the world and his nakedness, hot water, and pillows filled with down, he can't sleep.

He had not had such nightmares when the entire world had been a nightmare. He had slipped from the shivering horror of wakefulness into a restless sleep that dragged him into oblivion, and he had welcomed it; curled up against the bony shoulder of another child just as lost as himself; they had exchanged names, once, when such things still mattered. And then progressed to the mere presence of touch, of a touch-that-was-not-to-hurt. The tilted illusion of safety.

Like it was a balm, sleep had washed away the fear and the anger into a cool, rarefied numbness, but now that he has everything it has turned against him. The bed is lonely and huge, and its softness swallows him like an open mouth. It is everything he wants, and he hates the thing for it.

He is talking about Sebastian. That is what everything seems to come down to, these days. But Sebastian, though he has wings—though he must have, having so many feathers, is not like a bed, even one that eats him, wants to lick him into its interior. There is something more terrifying in the knowledge that Sebastian does have want, and Ciel is not sure—he is never sure—if he is nothing but cream and sugar and spice, dissolving under those sharp teeth. He is sure he has been a boy, once.

He had been sure—once—of the limits of want, but that was before the things that happened in the cult, the hurt that is about touch and the hurt that is not about touch. He is smart enough to—he knows the name for it, he has seen—he is not an idiot, and he has seen the underworld and the street-corners and he knows—

Listen. If Ciel had to tell anyone—he would know exactly how. But in his mind, where believing-things go, where his burning heart takes its rapid-fire pulse and his breaths open from inside, pulling against the catch in his center—in the animal, base part of himself that overturns his rationality when the light leeches away and tiredness descends, he does not know. It is all a single point of fear like a purpled bruise, even though it is all over. And because he can't help himself, he presses against it—

Because he can't help himself, he sleeps in the ravenous bed.

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#black butler fanfiction

[m-jelly]

Hey Jelly! Firstly, I wanna say congratulations for the 500! 👏🎉

Secondly, may I a request for an angst fic? In canon-verse au wherein the reader has a huge crush on her captain Levi but Levi doesn't feel the same way cause just he thought? He gets annoyed at the reader's presence, he knows about the reader's feelings for him yet he always shut her out, he would tell her painful words. Amidst all that, the reader still loves and devotes to him. Then on the return to shiganshina arc, reader is one of those soldiers who was fallen, back at the ocean scene that's when Levi realizes he had a feelings for her and he plans on telling her but when he returned back he cannot find her and when he works on his papers, he reads the reader's name as KIA soldier. Levi was heartbroken that he cannot move on, he slowly regrets everything and started missing her presence (he would sometimes found himself to her old room hoping to feel her there, or he would keep her old things that reminds him of her).

However, since I'm always rooting for your happy endings Jelly, can you end it where the reader is not dead all those years, she escaped as injured with her horse and lived by herself in the mountains. One day, they reunited when Levi got the news that she was alive all along and he immediately goes to her leaving then with a reunion of cries and surprise. They lived happily ever after being married and wonderful lots of babies! 💚💚

Thank you Jelly and sorry for the long request!

Thank you! I don't deserve it, but I'm so honoured to have so many lovely people here reaching out to me. Also, dis a chonky boy, but I go you ;)

Regrets I can't let go.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: angst, feelings of loss, heartache, hidden feelings, secret love, injured reader, cannon-verse, emotional hurt, time jumps in story, happy ending.

Concept: You joined the scouts with hopes of using your great tracking skills for a good reason, but when you did you encountered Levi and his impressive squad. You hoped to be with him on his team because of how skilled you are, but it wasn't the right place for you. Swept up by Hange, you are her prized tracker. As the years go by, you encounter the strange Captain and find yourself falling in love. You try to act on it, but Levi loses his squad while they protected Eren. You try to support him, but he shuts you out over and over. When you all try to retake Shiganshina, you stay with Hange and her team. After the chaos, Levi decides to admit he loves you now they are free. However, you are assumed to be KIA. Levi longs for you, but you never return. News reaches Levi that you are alive and well, so he hunts you down to fix his regrets.

You ran down the hall as the scouts gathered to see if they'd been selected for a specialist team. There were three possibilities and you were hungry to be in one. You were the best tracker the scouts has seen, so you were hoping to be selected for Levi's squad. You had always faded into the background and felt like a side character, so this was your chance to make a difference.

Hange grabbed your shoulders and pulled you away as she sang your name. "Come with me."

You looked over at the wall to see the scouts were staring at you and whispering. "Wait, I need to know if I was successful."

She pulled you close. "You were. You were top of the list for me."

You blushed. "That explains the whispers."

"Ignore them, okay? You made it because you're amazing."

You walked with Hange as she gave you a rundown of your job with her. You ran around with her and Moblit for weeks, so you never got your chance to talk to Captain Levi and find out why he didn't pick you. You'd worked so hard and did so much training and even overtime just for him to pick you. You were even noticed by Commander Erwin, but Levi didn't seem to care about you at all.

You helped him out on missions and made sure you were there for him, but the more you were there the more you seemed to irritate him. You just wanted him to talk to you about something, anything and be kind. Your want for him to acknowledge you soon turned to more feelings. You'd often take things to him from Hange, but you were still this annoying spec of dirt that he couldn't get rid of.

You wanted to do something for Levi to show you liked him and how you appreciate him. You were always running around the base for him, but he didn't seem to notice. You were desperate, so you talked to your dear friend Hange for advice. You wanted to know how to reach out to the Captain. Hange was the perfect guide and she was your cheerleader as well.

You stood in Hange's lab writing notes for her, then you paused. "Hange? Can I ask you something? I'm at the end of my tether and I don't know what to do. I trust you and you're my best friend."

Hange grinned at you and put everything down. "I'm all ears."

You let out a long sigh. "I think you and everyone know I'm in love with the Captain."

She pointed at you. "Not everyone knows about your feelings. I know, Moblit, Erwin and Mike."

You smiled a little. "Sure, but I think a lot more know."

"You keep it under control. It's a very sweet love. So, what can I do for you?"

You leaned on the counter and let out a long sigh. "I want to let him know how I feel. I want to do something for him. He's just lost his squad to the female titan and he's hurting."

Hange laughed. "Do something for him? You're always doing things for him. He's always ordering you around and looking for you to do shit for him. He's an idiot if you ask me."

You pulled a little face as your shoulders drooped. "So, you're saying he's just using me and I should give up?"

She shook her head. "No, no. I think you should keep going. That man is so deprived of love, that he's a little confused now he's facing it head-on. His birthday is the twenty-fifth of December, so you should get him something nice."

You cheered up a little. "You think he'd like a present?"

She nodded. "Yeah. So, get him something."

You hummed in thought. "Well, it's a few weeks away. I know what to do."

"Good luck kiddo. I'm rooting for you."

You smiled as you felt hopeful. "I'll get to work on the gifts."

She winked at you. "Good luck!"

You finished work with her, then you ran into town and gathered all the materials you needed. You started working on a personalised teacup and saucer for Levi, as well as a scarf. Any spare minute you had, you were working on one or the other. You were having so much fun as you made them because you poured your heart into both. You hoped Levi would like it, but you weren't sure.

You wrapped everything up, then wore a nice outfit on the day. You picked it up, then walked through the empty halls. Everyone had gone to spend time with their family for the holidays, but you always stayed because Hange never stopped working. You were excited to see Levi and wish him a happy birthday. Even though you were excited, you were stood outside his door for a while a little scared of what was going to happen.

Levi threw open his door and slammed his arm against the doorframe. "Tch, oi brat?" He was impressed that you didn't jump. "You've been out here acting like you can't shit. What do you want?"

You blushed, then held out a box to him. "I ah." You sighed and remembered Hange's encouraging words. "Happy Birthday, Levi. I got you a little something, well, I actually made it."

He stared at the box you were offering. "Tch, why the fuck would I want something from you?"

You pulled back the box a little. "I just thought you'd like something. You're always so alone and I know what that's like."

"You don't know shit about me or what I've been through."

You clenched your jaw. "Then talk to me so I can know."

He gripped his door and leaned closer. "I wouldn't tell you anything, even if you were the last scout alive."

You stood there as he slammed the door in your face. You lowered your gaze, then placed the box in front of his door. "Happy Birthday, Levi."

Levi winced a little when he realised what he'd just said and done to you. He'd never liked his birthdays and no one did anything for him, but you were the first. He didn't mean to snap at you, but you made him act in ways he didn't understand. He'd want you around all the time, but when you'd speak to him or pay attention to him his heart would race. You messed up his body. The worst feeling he felt was at night when he was alone, you stirred things in his body that he didn't think was possible.

He opened his door and saw the box still there, but you were gone. He picked the box up, then closed his door. He unwrapped the box to reveal a lovely teacup and saucer, along with a handmade scarf. He lifted up the scarf and inhaled a little. He smiled at the wonderful scent on it, which meant you'd been working on it for a long time and it was hidden in your room, so it was drowning in your scent. Levi felt that feeling he got at night alone in bed stir in him. He packed everything in the box as he panicked, then shoved it all in a draw.

Levi knew you had feelings for him, it was made clear to him by Hange. However, he didn't do anything about it because this was no place for romance and he wasn't even sure what love or romance was. He was aware of you, very aware to the point that he always find himself looking for you and watching you more than anyone else. He didn't understand why and it annoyed him.

He was more aware of you now and watched you around the halls. He saw you were still blushing around him even though he'd been so nasty. He got pissed off one day when he saw you working out with shorts and a sports bra due to the warm weather. Levi admired you, especially how flexible you were and agile. You were covered in muscles like Mikasa, but you were strong. Your muscles didn't stand out like hers, but he saw them when you lifted things, or when you squatted and your thick thighs drew in Levi's gaze.

Levi's wrath came when he saw you stop working out and talking to some male scouts. He stormed over, ordered the scouts around and gave you the biggest punishment. He made you scrub the floors in the bathroom. He would come back and check, then make you scrub more even though your hands were red raw from scrubbing so much. He was pushing you too much.

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You sighed as you moved things with Mobilt and Hange. You'd returned to Shiganshina and were ready to take it back. You were preparing things with Hange's group, but your heart had a weight in it. You knew you needed to focus, but you just couldn't because Levi was on your mind. You'd tried so hard to get close to him, but he just pushed you away.

Hange called your name, then smiled at you. "You okay?"

You nodded. "Yes! Sorry, I'll focus more."

Moblit bumped against you and smiled. "You're a wonderful person and a great scout. You don't need some oblivious Captain to care for you. Someone better will come along, someone who will love you and you really deserve."

You hummed a laugh. "Thanks. We'll get this misson over with and I'll start looking for a new love, maybe."

You followed your orders, then you flew about Shiganshina as trouble increased. You felt something wasn't right, then warned the scouts around you. You flew around looking for Hange, but couldn't find her anywhere. You moved as fast as your body and gear would allow you with your heart in your throat. You felt the burn from the steam from an explosion of a transformation. It surged towards you and consumed you. You cried out in pain, but you kept moving through it. You felt things rip through your right leg, then you slammed into something. Finally, it was quiet.

As the fighting died down, Levi said his last goodbyes to Erwin. With a heavy heart, he rode his horse with the others across the land towards this so-called ocean. He stopped his horse and looked out and realised the all this fuss was for something truly beautiful. He couldn't help but enjoy what it was. He watched the scouts running around and having fun, then he noticed Hange having fun as well.

Levi said your name softly. "She'd love this." He blushed a little, then looked to the way Mikasa was looking at Eren. He frowned a little, then thought about you and looked out at the ocean. "It's not possible..." He walked over to Hange. "Tch, oi four eyes?"

Hange turned ot him. "Yeah?"

"Explain love to me."

She hummed. "Well, it's when you think about someone, you want to make them happy, you want to keep them close, you can imagine yourself growing old with them. Why?"

Levi thought about you, then smiled. "I." He looked to Hange. "I think I'm in love."

Hange said your name. "It's her, right?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Took you long enough. I knew you loved her, but you just could not understand love." She smirked. "You get hard thinking about her at night."

Levi flushed bright red. "Tch, shut up!"

She snorted a laugh. "I knew it. There's nothing wrong with getting horny when you think of someone you care about." She looked around. "I think she's with the clean up crew. She's a great soldier and works hard, so she's probably working her ass off right now." She hummed a laugh. "I love that woman. You better tell her how you feel."

Levi nodded. "I will, promise."

"Great!"

Levi rode back with the others to Shiganshina and asked around for you, but no one seemed to know where you were. He went back to the base hoping he'd meet you there around the base. He visited your usual spots, but you weren't in them. He began to worry that maybe you were in the hospital. He knew his answer about you would be in the paperwork.

Levi sat at his desk and sifted through and signed off on the alive scouts, the injured, those in hospital and finally he found the KIA. He went through each one slowly as his heart sank at seeing Moblit and Erwin on the list. His hand shook when he got to the second to last page and saw your name written on it. He read the report to say you were MIA presumed KIA, but there was no body recovered. A lot of bodies hadn't been recovered or identified.

He dropped your paper, then stood up on weak legs. He wobbled a little as he took three steps, then he collapsed to his knees and felt like his heart was breaking. He clutched his chest tightly and cried for the first time in a long time. He tried to make choices he regretted the least, but he regretted all the things he said to you and how he treated you.

He shed all his tears, then sat there for hours in a daze like state. His head clicked when he remembered your gift. He opened his draw, then pulled out the teacup and saucer, as well as the scarf. He held them close for a while, then moved his way down the hall past what little scouts were left and entered your room. You had your own room because you worked so close with Hange. He saw how beautiful and comfy your room was. You had cushions, blankets and plants.

As time went on, Levi had moved into your room and taken care of it and your plants in hopes you'd come back. He held out hope that you were MIA and not KIA. He stayed there and never let the scouts bother him when he was in your room. The only person he let in there was Hange, because she too was hurting. They stayed together as they healed, but their wound was opened when they got news.

Jean walked into the mess hall with a frowned. "Hey, I think I just met a ghost or something."

Sasha frowned. "Huh? Really?"

He nodded. "You know umm..." He said your name making Levi and Hange perk up. "Well, I swear down I saw her in town shopping, but she was covered up a little and had this limp. I was in such shock seeing her. I thought she was dead."

Levi shot up from his seat. "Where? Where the hell did you see her."

Jean gave Levi directions. "I don't think she'll be there now."

Levi ran out of the base into the stables. He rode his horse through the town to the spot. He asked around about you and showed your military picture to people until someone gave him an answer. You were living in the mountains in a nice little farm growing herbs, spices and tea that you sold to the town. He followed the directions and found himself at a sweet cottage with a garden full of life and a dog trotting around.

Levi hitched his horse, then walked through the front gate and over to the dog who was clearly next to someone bent over dealing with something. "Excuse me?"

You groaned. "Sorry! Give me a moment I've had an accident." You looked up and smiled. "Damn..." Your smile faded. "Levi?"

He smiled and welled up as he said your name. "I thought you were dead."

You blushed, then smiled. "I'm not."

He frowned. "I...why?"

You sighed. "Help me and I'll tell you everything."

He nodded and looked to the ground to see what looked like a wooden leg like shape sticking out the dirt. He pulled it out, and saw it was a wooden leg up to the knee. "This..."

You reached over. "Help me up please. I think my strap on it broke somewhere."

Levi pulled you to your feet and saw you had a leg and a half. He looked at your face and saw little patches of burned skin now healed. He helped you inside the house with the dog leading him. He helped you to sit down, then he knelt in front of you and pushed up your dress to help.

You stopped his instantly as you blushed. "Don't." You welled up as he looked at you. "I don't want you to see what I am now."

Levi smiled at you. "One hell of a soldier." He pushed your dress up and saw just above where your knee should be was where you leg ended. He studied the cover you hand on it, then he strapped your wooden leg back on and checked the buckles. "Done."

"Thank you." You stood up and walked to the kitchen like nothing was wrong, not even a limp. "I'll make some tea."

Levi watched you closely. "Jean said you were limping."

You hummed. "Well, that's because my leg was coming apart." You carried the tray over and put it down on the coffee table. You let out a long sigh. "I guess I owe you an explanation."

Levi picked up a cup. "Please. I need to know."

You gulped hard, then petted your dog's head. "Well, I got hit by the blast when Bertholdt transformed. I was just far away that it didn't kill me, but it did irreversible damage. I hit my head in the blast and when I woke up, I was confused. I climbed onto my horse and rode off with barely any memory. I checked into the hospital, but I was unsure who the hell I was, I just knew I was a scout because of my uniform. I suffered burned on my right side and some on my back. It's patchy burns, almost like moles or freckles." You sighed and frowned. "They tried saving my leg, but it was ripped up by the blast and shrapnel. I told them to take it off. So, it's gone and they made me a wooden leg. I had to learn how to walk again with it and to help me they got me a dog." You smiled at your dog and fussed him. "They had already named him Sammy."

Levi shook his head. "So, you've been alone all this time? How come you remember me then?"

You played with your dress. "Well, my memory slowly came back as I was healing. When I realised who I was and where I'd come from, I read up on what had happened and well." You shrugged. "I am useless to you all the way I am. You were all better off without me. So, I kept quiet."

Levi fought tears. "Doing that hurt me and Hange."

You sat back. "I regret hurting Hange, but why would it hurt you? You never cared about me."

"I love you!" He shouted your name and stood up surprising you. "I fucking love you, okay? I didn't know I did until I saw the ocean with the others." He dropped to his knees in front of you. "I lost so many people. Erwin hurt, but you crippled me. I lived in your room, I took care of your plants and I slept in your bed. I missed you so much and regretted everything. I was in love with you the whole time, but I was scared of that love and confused. You're the first person I've ever loved, so I didn't know what to do with these feelings. I'm sorry."

You stared at the back of Levi's head, then you smiled. "Well, I've always needed a spare hand in my garden." You hummed a laugh when Levi looked at you and perked up. "Levi, I never stopped loving you. You were everything to me and still are. Stop living in my room at the base please and live here instead. My home isn't too far, it's an hour or two horse ride."

Levi leaned close and kissed you roughly making you hum in delight. "I'll move in. I'll look after you. I'll take care of you and love you."

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Life with Levi was perfect and sweet. He was learning so much and you had to teach him a lot about you new world of living. You felt a spark of life in you again and Levi was far more romantic than you thought. You were always cuddled and kissed by him. You were showered in affection and he was so gentle with you in the bedroom.

It didn't take long before you and Levi were getting married. You were dating for eight months before he asked. Levi had told you that he'd wasted enough time with waiting and pushing things in the scouts, so he wanted to make up for lost time. Hange was your maid of honour and the perfect person to be at your side. The scouts had been wonderful and helpful on your farm.

Levi was shocked when told him you were pregnant, but he was overjoyed when he watched you grow and then bring a little girl into the world. Levi's heart broke saying bye to you and his baby girl Kuchel, but he had to go after Eren. You stayed at home with your little girl not knowing the chaos going on. After the rumbling was over, you prayed that Levi was not KIA. You hoped Levi would return to you, but you recieved a letter from Onyankopon that Levi was in Marley.

You packed your bags and travelled by boat with the help of the scouts over with your baby girl and dog Sammy. When you arrived, Levi was beaten and brusied, missing fingers and his face cut up. He worried about how he looked, but you didn't love him any less. You looked after Levi in a temporary house in Marley until he was well enough to fly back to Paradis with you and back home.

Onyankopon helped you and Levi move back and into your cottage. Thankfully, the local town friends had looked after your garden while you were gone. So, there was not much to repair or fix. You made your house a home with Levi. You were happy together and felt like all the troubles were worth it.

You looked behind you as Kuchel ran after her brother Erwin and little sister Hange. You hummed a laugh. "Slow down you three."

Levi limped down the hall, then caught his two year old Hange from running around with her older brother and sister. "Where do you think you're going?"

She pouted at him. "Daddy."

He shook his head. "Don't daddy me. You're sick right now." He sat her on the sofa and put her blanket over her legs. "Rest now, my little one."

"Okay daddy."

He kissed her forehead, then stood up and stopped his other two. "Erwin? Kuchel? What did your mummy say?"

Kuchel ran over to you and hugged your hips. "Sorry mummy. Are you okay?"

You ruffled her hair. "I'm alright sweetheart. Why don't you and Erwin play outside with Sammy?" You looked to your loyal support dog at your side. "Out you go Sammy."

Erwin walked over to you and pulled on your dress. "Mummy?"

You looked down at him. "Hmm?"

He smiled at you. "You're really pretty."

You hummed a laugh. "Thank you. I can tell your daddy has been talking about me to you."

He nodded. "A lot. Love you mummy."

You laughed as he ran off and played outside with his sister and Sammy. "What a wild bunch we have."

Levi sighed. "It's like having the scouts around us." He pulled you close and kissed you. "We have honoured a lot of our fallen friends."

You hummed as you huggled him and swayed together. "Oh, but we're missing some. "Mike, Isabel and Furlan."

Levi perked up a little. "You're right."

"I wonderful what name I'll baby will get."

Levi looked at your face. "Baby? Wait, are you?"

You nodded and giggled. "I am."

He picked you up and twirled around with you making little Hange on the sofa giggle. "Wonderful news!" He put you down and kissed you. "Such a perfect big family full of love."

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[lath-ara-ara]

Pspspsps opinions/thoughts on all of the vice dorm leaders?

Idk what you mean by opinion but I'm just gonna say my first impression on them when I saw'em <3

Trey Clover

》 The first thing that came out of my mouth once I saw him was: "Glasses, Hot glasses. " I'm a simp, sue me. And throughout the entire arc of Heartslabyul I really admired his character, he couldn't really defend and protect riddle from his mother's mental abuse and isolation but Trey did his best to be there for him and I really loved that about him. You could say he's the mom friend but to me he reminded me of this sweet uncle figure that spoil you with sweets just to make you feel better. Platonically, I am obsessed with his relationship with Riddle. I have this cute headcanon in my head that when they were kids he'd secretly still take Riddle outside so he can teach him to bake (with Chenya stuffing his face non-stop. ) But to put it short, Trey resembles a loyal and caring friend who'd stay by you throughout the years you'll share together. He may not have the ability to provide you safety from all your troubles but perhaps a sugary pastry made by him would sweeten the bitter taste even for just a little while.

Ruggie Bucchi

》 My love, My favorite. Yes I'm a sucker for this mischievous little shit. Personally because I kin him. You know what I said when I got to know his character better?: "Yeah he totally Deez nuts' Leona. " Right? You can see that too right? Of course you can. And if it wasn't obvious enough you could say I'd self ship myself with him, zero percent shame. I love how he looks lanky as fuck but was sorted in Savanaclaw. Like- What if he uses his unique magic because he doesn't want to overdo it when it comes to close combat. No- no. Why do I see this man doing Taekwondo? Sheesh totally not gonna make a headcanon about this.. Yes. Yes I will, And no you can't stop me. To shorten this a little my first impression about him is just plain ass laughter, not laughing at him in a bad way but laughing at how clever he is. He'd rule the entire school with the power of dn jokes, no cap. If I could, I'd spoil him and buy him anything he wants.

Jade Leech

"We're luxurious, like Egyptian cotton We're so rich in love, we're rolling in cashmere Got it in fifth gear, baby Diamond in the rough is looking so sparkly "

》 This. This was the song that started playing in my head when I first saw the figure of this man. I mean can you blame me? He looks so expensive! It's in his name: "Jade " How can you not look and him and think back to all those "Prince/Aristocrat noble man x Reader " Stuff you probably read back in elementary.. No? Just me? Alright then. And not to mention his unique magic having the ability to make you tell the truth. Hah, mans is gonna torture me with that, I swear. You know, cause I'm a liar s he e s h,,, But enough about obsessing over this mans appearance-- His personality, ngl a red flag. (But face it, all red flags are either hotties or just your average asshole side character. ) He'd probably be the "Scary quiet mom " type of friend.. With that grin and posture it's hard not to get swayed without realizing that he's radiating literal manipulation (in my opinion ofcs<3) What goes on his mind is very hard to guess. They're either something confusing or straight up scary, and when I found out about his obsession with mushrooms the first headcanon in my head went like this: "He'd be the type of boyfriend that's quiet and gentle at first but once you're intimate enough he'd take you to a dark basement and say "Check out my terrarium collection! " and then you'd be traumatized cause you literally thought he's a serial killer. "

Jamil Viper

》 That hair? I love that hair. That style? I love it so much. His cooking? Do I even have to say it? Everything about this man is just very addicting to me. I know I said I'm gonna be sharing my first impression about them but I wanna ramble so-- My Filipino urges cannot be contained and I must make a reference. Him playing basketball and Y/n just screaming in the sidelines "Go sexy, Go sexy, Go sexy sexy- LOVE!!! " TO EVERYONE WHO UNDERSTANDS THIS I KNOW THAT SCENE WAS SORTA CRINGE BUT COME ON IT'S CUTE HAHA. It's this scene btw and it's funny, I don't take criticism /j And him being visibly confused but smiles at you anyways-- Shut up omg I'm fangirling rn khghlkvgu. Jamil is Husband material and I'm slapping my credit card hard cause I want'em now. Overworked bby I'd do anything for this man and he doesn't even need to use hypnosis on me- In fact I've already been under his spell since the start (shameless simp, yes. Yes I' am)

Rook Hunt

》 "He's an icon He's a legend and He is the moment. " Vil is gonna kill me for this but I really like Rook better, am sorry~ So- first impression with him I was slightly discomforted when I read in his wiki that he likes to- "Spy on people" But it is really sweet how he finds beauty in all things. Him being talkative is an amazing quality for me, just shows how much he can hold a long conversation with someone and that's really neat. And him having a nickname for every character is really sweet (so does Floyd but let's talk abt Rook's nickname giving first<3) In the ghost marriage event, I may or may not have overly simped for him when he said his proposal lines, so charming :)))) I headcanon that he has a lot of hats for different occasions. He will forever be my favorite simp lmao.

Lilia Vanrogue

》 My favorite old man /j The type of person who'd probably lie about being eleven just so he could get a free kids meal. His cooking is bad but I'd eat it cause it's one of his confident hobbies I suppose, I mean, it's not his fault that his taste buds aren't working properly (He literally says that potions tasted nice to him) Him having adopted Silver just makes him a dilf. Don't come at me I did not lie, did I? The only problem I have with him is that he doesn't like marshmallows >:C but I'll let it slide because he's my second kin. Would also Deez nuts his comrades (especially Zebek lmaooo ) You know how he can hang upside down? I headcanon that he does upside down crunches and that he can do those in his sleep. He'd beat me in combat games and I'd lose before I could even start. And since he claims that he can: " sing lullabies that can make a crying infant sleep in a fraction of a second " Imagine a scenario where he'd sing you to sleep on a rainy night. Weird (but not really) AU where he's howl and you're Sophie (Sebek being Calcifer ) That's a somewhat good AU though. I love how despite living for a long time he never got bored and still tried out all sorts of things from gaming to dying his hair. He's one of the best written characters that I find very amusing.

Thank you for the request! <3

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