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troperrific · 6 months

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/ekuoto chapter 50 spoilers/

warning: discussion of very sensitive topics, usual ekuoto stuff

You know, I can’t stop thinking about how the whole situation with Sarah technically is almost all Asmodeus’ fault.

Let me explain.

Make the Exorcist Fall in Love has an interesting approach to how the 7 Deadly Sins are portrayed. It’s not simply about going into harmful excess, a sin becomes a sin when it crosses into violence.

Greed is not simply about wanting and hoarding wealth, it’s about trampling others to get what you want.

Gluttony is not just about gorging yourself, it’s about the slaughter that comes with feeding yourself.

Envy doesn’t limit itself to coveting what others have, it’s also about destroying them when you can’t have what they have.

Lust then, isn’t just about drowning in sexual pleasure. It’s about forcing your wants upon the other.

But it doesn’t stop there. Because the way the manga chooses to talk about these different kinds of violence isn’t in a vacuum. No, it shows them through the lens of systemic violences.

(which makes perfect sense to me, as the Demon Lords of Sin would be the original "corrupters" of humanity)

Greed talks about systemic racism, xenophobia, slavery and, more prominently, sexism and toxic masculinity, through both Mammon’s view on women and his peculiar relationship with Tachibana.

Gluttony talks about the inherent violence in living/surviving/eating, through the slaughter of animal and overconsumption of meat, and also discusses about veganism and food crisis.

Envy discusses general power imbalances in relationships and systems. And this one, I’d argue, actually focuses on the burdens and responsibilities of the people on the top, and the inevitable consequences of power gone unchecked.

Lust, if it wasn’t obvious before, through Asmodeus’ relationship with Sarah, talks about systemic rape, including child brides, forced marriages (upon both heterosexual and, as with the case shown with Sarah, non-cishet women) and sex as a duty.

The thing is, these are systems that benefit the Demon Lords. These are systems that they endorse, that they encourage, even when they call out the atrocities of humanity. These are systems that they likely helped create in the first place, what with our introduction to Mammon saying that he “taught humans how to excavate gold”.

Similarly, going back to the very first chapter, Asmodeus was seen collecting “lust” by proxy, through a succubus subordinate of hers, specifically by said subordinate posing as a prostitute. The brothels, and other establishments that sexually exploit women, then are a source of energy for her.

It’s worth noting that Asmodeus herself either collects energy by proxy or through roles that inspire adoration, such as Aria, the diva, which maintain her in a position of power. Even as Aria, a teenage singer, she’s the one calling the shots and making outrageous demands of her staff.

So, the system that harmed Sarah, was a system that Asmodeus helped create, or at very least, one that gave her power. Of course, Asmodeus did love Sarah, she could not rape her as she did others, nor did she want Sarah to suffer, but even at the end, Asmodeus could not part with her unhealthy, twisted mindset, with the way she views sex.

It’s sort of a pattern at this point, I think. The Demon Lords get attached to a human, becomes violently protective of said human, make said human their “exception”, who eventually gets harmed directly or indirectly by the Demon Lord’s mindset/sin.

Like… Mammon also got attached to Tachibana, who, according to the extras, got saved by Mammon from workplace abuse.

Credits to translation group Pastel Clouds for scans and translation.

It’s heavily implied she worked in a very sexist environment, and outright stated that she was chosen to be eye-candy. Mammon treats her differently: in his own words, “she may be a woman, but she’s his subordinate/friend”. She’s spared from his sexism. She has his protection. The organization who hurt her was slain by his hand.

But she also remains trapped within the same system that hurt her. She has to harm other women. She still has to work under a toxic, sexist man. She now has to perpetuate the violence she suffered. Even some of Mammon’s final words to Mr. Priest mirror the things she apparently complained about in a letter, in the volume two extra, particularly about women and wombs:

Again, Mammon does seem to genuinely care about her. Even at the end, when he’s turned into kid form and is naming every single one of his subordinates in apology for losing to Mr. Priest, the forlorn expression when he says Tachibana’s name… it’s telling.

But it's not enough to make him question his own toxic views, and how the systems he's endorsed hurt Tachibana. How this will affect their relationship in the future remains to be seen, as Tachibana seems hellbent on supporting him still.

Beelzebub, whose feelings towards Leah remain ambiguous and unknown to the readers (although it’s likely his affection for her was/is genuine, regardless if Leah and/or Beelzebub themselves are aware or not) also follows this pattern.

He kills everyone in the village (composed of livestock farms), except for her. Leah is not food, but a companion, a “flower needed for a pleasant meal”. The extra with Daniel’s report on her also mentions that, other than being emancipated and malnourished, she was unharmed and showed no signs of black magic contamination.

Credits to translation group Pastel Clouds for scans and translation.

The ones who receive the most brutal deaths, incidentally, were Leah’s family, who she complained to him about, as she was feeling neglected at the time.

Of course, like Tachibana, just because she was an exception, doesn’t mean she’s free from Beelzebub’s twisted philosophy. He actually takes it upon himself to teach her that “to live is to kill”. Only, Leah gets to sit at the top of the food chain, so to speak, with him.

Even after she’s rescued from him, Leah seems to have internalized what he said, as she admits to herself that veganism doesn’t exempt her from this.

Still, the harm was done, and Leah not only struggles with the guilt she feels over the incident, but also with a heavy shame over the very want and action of eating/living/wanting to be alive.

Leviathan is an interesting case in that she precisely chose Mr. Priest to be her friend because she thought he could be her "exception", in that he'd be strong enough to survive her, instead of him naturally becoming that because she cared for him.

She also doesn't harm people who harmed Mr. Priest. Instead, she harms innocents to give herself an alibi and a reason to approach and befriend him.

Still, it's important to note that this sort of harmful, abnormal behavior and monstrous strength is exactly why the Church relies on him so much. Despite wanting to be his friend, Leviathan is part of the reason why Mr. Priest suffers, and this odd mindset of being strong, and therefore, dangerous and harmful is so ingrained in her, that, instead of going away after Mr. Priest comforts her ("I'm not afraid of you and you don't need my acceptance"), she still decides to fight him (something he hates and often leaves him traumatized).

And so, we have Asmodeus and Sarah. When she considers making Sarah hers, as she wants the girl, she can’t stomach the thought of raping her like the others. She never touches Sarah herself, actually. Asmodeus can’t even kiss Sarah back, as she seems unable to separate all matters of sexual intimacy from sexual violence.

Nevertheless, Sarah is her exception. Those who Asmodeus perceived as harming Sarah received brutal deaths. And yet, it’s Asmodeus’ twisted views on sex, and the harmful systems she endorsed that hurt Sarah in the first place.

I just… really find these dynamics so, so interesting. I love how intense the Demon Lords love, I love how they end up harming their “special ones” despite trying to help them (and perhaps they harm their “exceptions” the most), I love how they keep shooting themselves on the foot.

It’s their own fault that they’re so lonely!! I love how it’s obvious that, if they don’t try to change their mindsets, if they keep denying responsibility, they’ll never have a successful relationship with a human and they’ll never be happy.

(of course, we gotta consider humanity’s free will and such and they’re also accountable for their own actions, yada yada, but my point still stands)

On a side note, it’s pretty interesting to note that women seem to get more… relevance, I guess? when it comes to the Demon Lords actions/issues (like, Mammon’s sexism, the pains of growing into a woman with Asmodeus/Sarah, Leviathan throwing a rather misogynistic remark at Leah “women’s worst enemies are women” and the whole “the kanji for envy has the character for ‘women’ appear twice", Beelzebub mildly objectifying Leah as a “flower to make his meals more pleasant” and most of his notable rivalries being with women- Mother Rosa, the ancient witch, Leah)

That along with the fact that harmful systems are very present within the narrative…. I think it makes sense, that we’re introduced with a subplot regarding the two divisions of the Church, and that Leah seems to be a central player within the division that seeks to make changes within the system. But that’s a whole other post.

Anyway!! This was just me rambling, but there are some last things I want to point out:

The Demon Lords are essentially a bunch of lonely, love-starved menchildren/womenchildren with daddy issues who got majorly traumatized by the events surrounding the rebellion against Heaven/God and the fall from Heaven (except Leviathan who is the only Sin who isn't a fallen angel, and thus her issues are centered mostly on her isolation);

The past and current relationships between the Demon Lords and the girls they love/loved/"possessed"/haunted are important to understanding what Imuri and Mr. Priest need to do in order to be happy together;

#troperrific talks #ekuoto tag #ekuoto analysis #I guess #make the exorcist fall in love #the demon lords are so fucking stupid when it comes to love and I love them for that #this is also important to Imuri and her relationship with mr priest #but that’s also a whole other post #I might add more images or links later but have this ramble for now

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dilatorywriting · 1 year

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afdhjdjd so. Reaper!Rook brainrot anon here. Back again, because 3 is the magic number, and apparently I'm a liar and I actually have one last piece for you. Partly as thanks for putting up with me and my loonnngg text walls for the past couple days, and partly a "I hope you feel better soon! So here's something extra sweet"

So as you can imagine, the indifferent, apathetic, unbothered nature of Baker!Reader means they aren't generally flustered by things. Rook's flowery language is no exception, and conversations between the two generally look something like this to the outside viewer:

Rook: Alas! Your metal heart is missing! Where could it have wandered, from where I last saw it? MC: Second drawer on the right. (translation: Rook couldn't find the tea strainer. Your tea strainer happens to be heart-shaped.)

However, there are some things Rook does which make your chest feel warm. This is usually when he's speaking to you without much verbal dressage, and his voice is lower, and there's something softer in his eye.

The first time you really took notice of it was the first time Rook was ever late. Rook was always punctual to a fault, which, considering his line of work, was a true testament to his abilities. He always, without fail, returned to your bakery at 4:30am, since the day you met him. But it's now 5:30am, and he hasn't shown up yet. You're already halfway through prepping the bakewell batter, when you realize you're out of almond extract, and you remember you weren't even supposed to be making bakewell tarts today. Rooks absence weighs on the back of your mind a lot more than you'd ever expected it to, and you move through the prep in a distracted daze. You'd wondered before, in passing, if Rook would just simply disappear one day, once his curiosity was satisfied. You'd never dwelled on it long, because the thought was sour in your throat.

Rook arrives a little closer to 6. There's a lot of blood on him, and for the first time you wonder if any of it is his - if he can bleed at all, or be wounded. His shirt is also badly torn, but there dont seem to be any marks on him. The next thing you know, you're standing right in front of him, hands hovering awkwardly in the air before crossing over your chest. If Rook is surprised, he doesn't show it, but his typical, polished expression does seem a shade apologetic. He hands you a burlap sack as he launches into one of his flowery speeches. The words run over your head, but the gist of it is him apologizing for being late.

Inside the sack are three things: a wrapped cut of meat (from what? you have no idea), some dried lavender that appears to be glowing faintly, and - at this you blink - almond extract. You look up at him, only to find him watching you, with a cross between curiosity and... anticipation? Rook was very hard to read at times.

And it's hard to parse exactly what you feel, in that moment, but it's... something. Something that makes you get on your tip toes (your hand grabbing his shoulder for balance - it doesnt budge under your weight, like he's made of marble, or something), and press a kiss to his cheek as you tell him "thank you". Rook blinks, then smiles - a soft, fragile thing, unlike the strong, crafted ones that typically grace his face. He simply says "You're welcome," in a softer, quieter, tone than before. And you feel warm. A warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the large ovens behind you.

(annnddd scene. I had this last piece of tooth rotting fluff stuck in my head, filed it away because I've poured sooooo much brainrot about Rook in your ask box alreadey, but then read that you have a cold so. I thought "You know what? Let's do it. Let's send in the extra sweet fluff like it's a get-well-soon card for one last hurrah")

Excuse me while I IMPLODE. Holy shit this is BEYOND ADORABLE. EVERY PART YOU'VE SENT IN IS A WHOLE ASS TREAT AND IT'S KILLING ME. I HOPE YOU KNOW HOW AMAZING YOU ARE, FRIEND BECAUSE AHHHHHHHHH

But yup. Nope. This cinches it. Hello Word Doc, my old friend. Welcome to a new Hyper Fixaxtion Hell

And thank you, thank you!! I'm hopefully getting over my ick! (Went to comic con this weekend while already not feeling 100% and it took me out. Been lying around like a dehydrated slug for the past two days lol) This is such a lovely treat. Thank you~ 💚 💚

#Asks #Monster Mayhem #Rook Hunt

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snowwriter · 10 months

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𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Paring: Eijirou Kirishima x GN Reader Relationship established: Romantic

♡︎ Just like Midoriya, Kirishima is so supportive of you and will do whatever he can to see you smile.

♡︎ He loves to call you nicknames such as: Honey, Sugar, Angel, Baby, Sweetheart, Beautiful, and Baby Shark.

♡︎ Your nicknames for him are: Red, Crimson, Kiri, Baby, Rocky, Shark Boy, Ei, and Meat Lover.

♡︎ Whenever his roots start to show, he finds this as an opportunity to spend time with you. He’ll just send you a text asking if you could come over to his dorm to help dye his hair again and smile when you send a thumbs up in response. This man is absolutely melting as he’s sitting in between your legs as you re-dye his hair.

♡︎ He leaves little notes, whether they’re encouraging or ones reminding you how much he loves you, where you’ll be able to find them. He leaves them in your locker, on your desk in your dorm and in class, and even on your mirror.

♡︎ This guy will pull you gently against him by the waist with one hand and cup your cheek with the other as he places a sweet kiss on your lips. He’ll then pull away, resting his forehead on yours and say “I love you so much, hon.”

♡︎ This big guy loves it when you give him bunny kisses. He finds it so adorable that he does it too to see your cheeks turn slightly pink.

♡︎ He’s the big spoon, no doubt about it. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you from the dangers of the night as you sleep soudly against his chest. But he doesn’t mind if you’re the big spoon once in awhile, he likes to lay his head on your chest as your steady heartbeats lulls him to sleep.

♡︎ He absolutely loves seeing you wear his clothes which are way too big for you. Be it hoodies, shirts, shorts, sweatpants, or tank tops, he finds them all cute on you. He even gave you a few of his shirts and hoodies that you would frequently use when you stayed in his dorm.

♡︎ He’s very protective when it comes to you, but he admires and praises your strength and how amazing you are that you don’t need him to protect to you. But that doesn’t stop him from having your back in combat and in training.

♡︎ Will give piggy-back rides when you’re too tired to walk. What can he say, he loves having you in his arms in some way or another.

♡︎ Now, Kirishima isn’t really the type to get jealous because he trusts and knows that you love him too much to cheat on him. But it doesn’t stop him from being close to you with an arm wrapped around your waist as you talk with someone that he feels is really just some perv pretending to be nice.

♡︎ Loves it when you sit on his lap, seeing you relax as you lean against him while his head is in the crook of your neck makes him happy. He also likes it if you’re sitting in a position where you’re facing him as it gives him access to your lips.

♡︎ You normally hang with him and the Bakusquad during lunch or an outing in the city. Congratulations, you’re part of the pack!

♡︎ Whenever you’re upset or in that dark period of your life where you feel lost, confused, scared, and alone, he’s always there for you. He’ll come running to you wherever you are and stay by your side to provide comfort. He’ll do his best to bring back your smile, he always does.

♡︎ He’ll wrap you up in his embrace as he wipes your tears away gently with his thumb, his eyes staring into yours with nothing but love and care. “I know that you’re going through a hard time right now, but things will get better. You’re strong, stronger than anyone I know. You’ll get through this. Just don’t give up, okay Angel?”

Property of @snowwriter please do not steal, translate on tumblr or anywhere else, or plagiarize any of my work. These headcanons along with any other works of mine belong to this blog. Re-blogging is allowed, just make sure to credit me. Thank you.

#Eijirou Kirishima x you #Kirishima headcanons

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tilbageidanmark · 5 months

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Movies I watched this Week # 149 (Year 3/Week 45):

Between 'Mean Streets' and 'Alice doesn't live here anymore', Martin Scorsese made the documentary ItalianAmerican, which is basically a home movie. It features his parents bicker and talk at their apartment, remembering the old days of their families.

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2 with teenager Scarlett Johansson:

🍿 Re-watch: Sofia Coppola's Lost in translation, while waiting for her latest 'Priscilla'. "Sleepless in Shinjuko". Sad and vulnerable 17-year-old Scarlett Johansson, a 'stranger in a strange land' is having a 'Brief Encounter' moment, with less-asshole-than-usual Bill Murray. (Photos Above).

Another melancholic exploration of a lonely young woman, who finds herself captured in a privileged gilded cage. An exceptional, subtle masterpiece. 10/10.

🍿 The horse whisperer starred 14-year-old Johansson as a horse-lover who becomes emotionally stunted after a riding accident that caused her to lose part of her leg (all in the first 10 minutes of the film). It's a sloooow, traditional 3-hour-long story about healing, told mostly in beautifully-cinematic Montana. But it worked for me, in spite of the well-shot sentimentality. 7/10.

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My first 2 by German auteur Christian Petzold, both with Paula Beer:

🍿 Afire - a tremendous, complex drama about a vain, immature writer on a working vacation. The little summer cottage close to the Baltic sea, is soon encroached by a forest fire, as does his self-centered world view of himself and his art. It starts at one emotional point, and skillfully moves to a completely different, tense level. 9/10.

🍿 Petzold wanted to make a series of films about the 4 elements. Undine refers to the myth of 'water nymphs', so rivers, industrial diving, large aquariums, and drowning in a pool are all part of the story. It's a lovely, simple romance, which eventually turns into a dark fantasy. My 5th film with Franz Rogowski. 4/10.

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3 More of Claude Chabrol’s Hitchcockian thrillers:

🍿 “… You like meat?…”

Le Boucher, a low-key, atmospheric thriller about a single woman who befriends a village butcher, who's also a serial killer. Fantastic snapshot of the people at 'the country' (Dordogne) at this time. 9/10.

🍿 The ceremony (La Cérémonie) is a similar dark story, set in a solid bourgeoisie family. Isabelle Huppert & Sandrine Bonnaire becomes friends and eventually decide kill them all. Like 'Stanley & Iris' from last week, the protagonist is illiterate. 6/10.

🍿 The Unfaithful Wife, another terrific, low-key, civilized study of a French bourgeois household. A loving husband discovers that his loving wife is having an affair, and ends up killing her lover. I liked it so much, and thought it would be a very good candidate for a modern remake. Then I remembered Adrian Lyne's 'Unfaithful' with the luminous Diane Lane in the Stéphane Audran role. Maybe I should watch it again! 8/10.

I discovered Chabrol late, and have only seen about 10% of his 74 movies. Now I have to see them all!

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Milf, another film with Virginie Ledoyen, a soft-core sex comedy. Three older women looking to hook up with boys 20 years younger. A similar concept to the Naomi Watts film 'Adoration'. I only watched it because it is directed by a woman and had 13 on the Tomato score. Better than Zalman King.

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Wow! After 4 months of anticipation, the venerable bio-pic Oppenheimer finally hit my free streamers. I watched all 3 hours of it but left completely underwhelmed. This is the seventh of Christopher Nolen's praised big-budget epic films that I saw, and so far none of them had floated my boat. Okay, so I'm not a big blockbusters fan.

It's not very hip to rail against McCarthyism in 2023. Twenty-twenty revisionist vision, mambo-jumbo pseudoscience, overwrought endless, loud soundtrack, and basically the usual biography of a "Great man", which is always a boring subject for a movie. 4/10.

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3 by regular Fincher screenwriter Andrew Kevin Walker:

🍿 On the other hand, David Fincher’s new thriller The killer was a thrill ride that was a joy to watch. A cold blooded professional assassin, laconic and super-human, flies around the world ruthlessly killing people. Mesmerizing (but predictable) suspense with an effective Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross score. I could do without the inner monologue that replaced conversations in the story. Also, a great comic book knock-out fight after an hour and a half of deliberate, slow go. 7/10.

🍿 In 2001, BMW produced 8 short films by famous directors as "Branded Content", i.e. advertisements. Called 'The hire' they all featured Clive Owen driving Beamers around the world. AKW wrote two of them:

The Follow was directed by Wong Kar-wai, and was about an aborted diamond heist.

Ambush was directed by John Frankenheimer, and was about a woman being followed by her husband.

The other shorts were by John Woo, Tony Scott, Ang Lee, etc.

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5 more Danish films, 3 with Henning Moritzen (The patriarch from ‘Celebration’) and 2 with Mads Mikkelsen:

🍿 Tænk på et tal (Think of a number), a 1969 old-fashion, enjoyable Danish 'Krimi' with an enduring theme song. A meek bank teller finds a discarded note from a bank robber, and gets involved in a lethal game.

This story was later remade into the Elliott Gould caper 'The silent partner'. I love such slow and delightful dramas, and I love Bibi Andersson.

it’s funny how movies that used to be throwaway entertainment products 60 years ago, gain completely different meaning today. I should start exploring the many Danish Noir from the 40's and 50's. 7/10.

🍿 50 years later, In the Oscar-nominated short The pig, Moritzen is old and fat, and is being hospitalised for some tests. There he lays and finds comfort in a simple picture of a pig jumping over a fence. Delightful!

🍿 On the other hand, Now is another Danish short (from 2003) starring Mads Mikkelsen. But it's an artsy-fartsy, humor-less, word-less "Art film", shot in black & white, with a constant baby crying. Like 'An Andalusian Dog' but without the charm and the magic… 1/10.

🍿 I was surprised to realize just now that my favorite Danish screenwriter Anders Thomas Jensen directed only 5 features and 3 shorts. (but he wrote 59 scripts!). Wolfgang is an early short of his, and not his best. Now I've seen all the movies that he directed.

I can't wait for his upcoming 'Monster of Florence' with Antonio Banderas and 'Back to reality'. Yeah!

🍿 So I took in one more viewing of his sentimental After the wedding, maybe for the 10th time. So full of emotional twists, old-fashioned melodrama, Sigur Rós score and peak Sidse Babett Knudsen.

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Budapest Noir, a Hungarian murder mystery, set up in anti-semitic 1936. A hard boiled crime reporter investigates a murder of a beautiful prostitute, like a Jake Gittes named Zsigmond. Very strong 'Chinatown' vibes, including a smokey jazz score that tries to recreate its haunting atmosphere, and even the final line of dialogue "This is Budapest". 5/10.

[This is the 115th woman-directed film I've seen so far this year!].

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Dumb money, the first enjoyable Reddit movie, about the 2021 GameStop short squeeze. Compelling Class War rhetoric with Seth Rogen as the billionaire 'heavy'. Up-to-the-minute updated drama of the 1% Vs. the unwashed masses. I think it will endure as another worthy addition to the sub-genre of 'highly entertaining explanation to boring real-life financial story', just like 'The big short' and 'Margin call'.

However, it used an Artificial Intelligent editing model that color-corrected the whole movie into a weird, fake, washed up look. 8/10.

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First watch: Kurosawa's bleak Drunken Angel, an early post-war Yakuza film, and the first of the 16 collaborations between him and Toshiro Mifume. An alcoholic doctor befriends a young hoodlum suffering from tuberculosis. Located around an open sewer in a seedy neighborhood, still suffering under the American occupation.

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Ikarie XB 1 (Or 'Voyage to the End of the Universe' as it was called in American), an influential and ambitious 1963 Czechoslovakian science-fiction saga, based on a Stanisław Lem novel. "Futuristic" space decor and story, very much in the Star Trek style. Cultish 1960's popcorn philosophy, but nonsensical and not a serious world building. Not for me - 1/10.

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Thank Dog that the third season of Tim Robinson’s 'I think you should leave' was so short. The first season was outrageously different. The second season was a 'repeat on a theme'. This one was just cringey irrelevant. Absurd, awkward, confusing situations, exploding rage at small mistakes. No!

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My first (and last) stand-up by comedian Nate Bergatze, The greatest average American. Average stories of 'relatable' everyday nitty gritty were hardly worth a chuckle.

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(My complete movie list is here)

#movies

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makiruz · 1 year

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I got curious about Kamen Rider Amazons, the 2016 one, I'm not really watching, I'm like skimming it because my brain is kind of hyperactive and I'm trying to watch it all at the same time, which translates into skipping to the good parts (and then going back), I tend to do that when I'm too interested in something.

Anyway, the reason I decided to look into this is Mamoru. Here's the thing, in this world this pharmaceutical company created monsters called "Amazons" which have an uncontrollable craving for human flesh (and our Rider is an special Amazon); Mamoru is a member of the team created to kill Amazons, he is the sweetest, softest, softboi in existence, he is also an Amazon that has successfully controlled his craving for human flesh by eating McDonald's burgers (no, really); and since this is not only Kamen Rider, but Kamen Rider "for adults" (meaning edgelord) horrible things are gonna happen to Mamoru.

Dear god, this is downright mean; this kid is so sweet and kind and soft-hearted, he freaking cries because he can't wear matching uniforms with his team after one battle! I got the exact same feeling Ii got with Denji Chainsaw: This child needs protecting, please someone protect this child, protect him

Now Spoilers I guess:

Horrible things start in day one, one of Mamoru's teammates (who he adores) turns out to be a secret Amazon and goes crazy and kills another of his teammates and has to be put down; then the dead human teammate is brought back to life as some kind of evil personality-free homunculus, and then the obvious one: at some point he eats human meat, so burgers don't satisfy him anymore and naturally ends up eating one of his teammates, the nice one; and because this show is edgelord the guy doesn't die, after Mamoru runs off horrified by his own actions (obviously) the guy who was almost eaten and is currently bleeding to death is like "oh poor Mamo-chan, he's alone and he's gonna be so sad and crying, we need to find him"; my god, this is just evil. And apparently in Season 2 he fucking dies

#Kamen Rider Amazons #Kamen Rider #my post

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Any title ideas guys? Ch.26 - Unexpectedly desirable

Sam wakes up and is unexpectedly the stereotype of a sexy femme to settle down and sparkbond with. THis could Also explain Bee's more hesitant nature in Ch.17. This chapter has a few ties to Protection Protocall by Shelaar(JonathanAnnubin) on Ao3. (its a wonderful idea and I love re-reading it!)

It follows the idea that Sam is now considered highly desirable as a partner and eventual sparkmate. She is a breath of fresh air, kind to a fault, sweet, selfless, and badass in the way she took out Megatron. Before getting to the fact that she is the Allspark in cybertronian form and the main hope of their entire species. Just someone you can't help but smile around (even super serious Optimus Prime is often seen with a gentle smile around her) and adore in certain measures. This is also excluding Sam’s exceptional carrier/sire/parenting skills. (No one is sure which to use when she has accidentally touched a human toaster and it turned into sparkling. One which she adores but was incredibly surprised about.)

Bee literally plays sappy romantic love songs to woo her. When he found out about slow dancing the two of them did that during sunset, under the stars, under the rain - it's one of Bee’s favourite things to do with Sam.

When someone snuck some high grade into some energon Bee becomes known as the drunk who will spill his truest feelings for people. In this instance, a newly online Sam was the topic in question especially as she and Bee were the newest relationship to gossip about.

The entire time Bee was stating forcefully “Oh! No, no-no. I’m still surprised daily that she [Sam] feels anything outside of friendship for me. She is drop-dead stunning anyone with optics could tell you that. She’s incredible, but anyone even trying to get to know her would be able to tell you that within 15 minutes of meeting her if you were particularly dense in interactions. Even then, I’m telling you nearly braindead stupid would take that long.” Cutting himself off “Oh! She did something absolutely adorable yesterday” nearly incomprehensible mumblings and the listener could only really understand would be through the EM field that Bee was sending out, full of affection and love.

After resetting his vocal coder - which was apparently by accident based on his expression “She always surprises me in the little interactions and big decisions. I absolutely adore her! Fullstop, I’m a scout - a brightly coloured known scout. I’m practically dead meat for multiple different reasons, not entirely too skilled in any field but y’know I can sorta fudge it in a few. There she is, in the medical and scientific field bringing inspiration, while being a wonderful fill-in for a communication officer, and she’s been helping Optimus with translating ancient cybertronian scripts and being an advisor with the humans.” ….

(From Bee’s perspective and the part of there is still part of the strict hierarchy he grew up with on Cybertron and to a point the current strict hierarchy within the military that they have going on. So Bee is both young, (generally) inexperienced, and of a lower rank. I looked online and there isn’t quite a good equivalent, but it certainly isn’t the rank of a newbie. TLDR; There is an internal caste system that Bee feels a part of - Optimus dosen’t bother with any ranks outside of official settings and with the humans - where he knows he is at/near the bottom while his beloved is slightly above the Prime, from a cultural perspective. The one to be protected even before Prime and themselves.)

HOWEVER, Sam is just going “Wow, I can’t believe that Bee would take a second glance at me romantically. Sure I knew we were close friends, but I never thought he felt anything romantically for me. He is far too kind. A real sweet spark.”

(The other bots view the two of them as a couple. An incredibly sappy young couple with even cuter younger children barely out of infanthood. (Think about the situation between Nani and David in the first Lilo and Stitch movie…but where Nani is Hope personified for the entire human species. David is just there completely supportive and his character is among my favourites from the entire Disney franchise continually) When the two of them do something completely adorable, like witnessing Sam and Bee slow dancing at sunset or in the rain the others roll their optics in fondness and decide to come back later unless the thing to bring to their attention is an emergency.)

#maccadam #cybertronian culture #bayverse bumblebee #allspark #Allspark abilities

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Korean Street Food

Street food has long been considered a part of South Korean popular culture. Historically, street food consisted primarily of Eomuk, Bungeo-ppang, and Tteok-bokki. Street food has been sold in a variety of retail outlets, with new ones emerging over time.

I believe that because there are so many Korean people in Dubai, they are all missing the Korean street food. Don't worry about the food; in the UAE, the Roll and Bubble wonderful Korean Street food Restaurant has all the Korean street food with a delicious taste and at an affordable price. He also sells Korean groceries in store and online.

Let's Look at Some Korean Street Food.

Gimbap

Gimbap is a seaweed wrap of rolled rice filled with various ingredients. Gimbap has had numerous variations over the years, including Gimbap with cheese, tuna, and other seafood. There are also shape variations, such as the Triangle Gimbap (the Korean equivalent of the Japanese Onigiri) and the delectable, bite-sized mini Gimbaps. These mini Gimbaps, known as Kkoma Gimbap (, Kkoma is a cute and informal way of referring to a young child), are roughly one-fourth the size of a regular Gimbap.

Eomuk

Eomuk must be mentioned when discussing Korean street food. Eomuk is made from a batter of fish meat, vegetables, and flour. The batter is formed and then fried after it has been prepared. Before serving, eomuk is typically skewered and dunked in a seafood and vegetable broth. Most street vendors let you help yourself to the warm soup!

Tteokbokki

Tteokbokki literally translates to "stir-fried rice cake," and this popular Korean dish is frequently served with gochujang (red chili paste). The spiciness and sweetness of the gochujang sauce, combined with the sumptuous, chewy texture of the tteok, make for a truly mouthwatering bite.

Sundae

Although ice cream topped with syrup or caramel is a popular Western dessert, Korean Sundae is a savory snack. Sundae is a blood sausage wrapped in delicate pig's intestine, similar to black pudding. Koreans adore Sundaes filled with glass noodles, which were introduced as a less expensive substitute for meat after the Korean War when it became scarce.

Dakgangjeong

This is the Korean equivalent of best korean fried chicken dubai. The moist, perfectly cooked chicken is surrounded by a sweet, crunchy, and salty batter. Soaking the chicken in milk for a few hours is the key to juicy chicken. This method tenderizes the meat while removing the gamey flavor of poultry. The chicken is then rubbed with salt, ginger, and garlic before being coated in potato starch, which results in a super crunchy but light crust when fried.

Dumplings from Korea

We can't talk about Korean street food without mentioning mandu (). It is the Korean version of filled dumplings, which are frequently filled with meat, tofu, garlic, glass noodles, and green onions. Mandu was historically served on a regular basis in the Joseon dynasty's court, and it is very similar to gyoza, a popular Japanese dish. People can eat mandu in a variety of ways, including steamed mandu, fried mandu, and boiled mandu. There are also flat mandu and balled mandu, with fillings that can be traditional or regional.

Dalgona

Fans of the Squid Game, unite! This Korean street food is well-known throughout the world due to its appearance in the television series Squid Game. It is a dessert suitable for people of all ages. Given its popularity and delectability, this trendy Korean street food is difficult to resist. Dalgona is a simple dish to prepare. In fact, there are numerous Tiktok tutorials on the subject. Dalgona is made by melting sugar and mixing it with a pinch of baking soda. The sugar will turn into caramel-colored whipped cream, which you can shape however you like.

Finally, as people develop new recipes, Korean food has undergone various changes over time. Korean culture manifests itself in the cultivation, preparation, and serving of various delicacies enjoyed by Koreans. Koreans have a diverse range of foods that they prepare in their own distinct ways, ranging from seafood to vegetables. Koreans, like any other culture, have distinct cuisines that can be used to identify their distinct meal.

#korean restaurant dubai #korean fried chicken dubai #tteokbokki #korean street food #instant tteokbokki #bubble tea #korean bibimbap

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Adachi and Shimamura, Vol. 9

By Hitoma Iruma and Non. Released in Japan by Dengeki Bunko. Released in North America by Seven Seas. Translated by Molly Lee.

The self-improvement of Shimamura continues in this volume, following up from the last one. We see Shimamura reflecting on her past self and her tendency to deliberately forget about everyone around her, o the point where it’s an active choice. But now she has Adachi in her life and as her girlfriend. The trouble is, as Adachi points out to her here, she’s very hard to read. Shimamura tends to have one mode, which is “whatever”, and when you are a stressed and insecure young lesbian like Adachi, that just makes you think that the relationship is entirely one-sided. And credit to Shimamura, she really tries hard here, even using the word love to show Adachi how serious she is. Admittedly their relationship has not really progressed beyond holding hands, but given the two participants and their emotional ages that’s not only unsurprising but likely a good thing. I hope future books will show us Adachi’s self-improvement as well. As for Yashiro… she is perpetually the same.

After Shimamura tells a curious Yashiro about her junior high years of rebellion (which consisted of skipping class and not much else), we get the meat of the first half of the book, which is telling us a bit about Hino and Nagafuji’s childhood. This comes up because Hino’s father, who is not the best at communicating, tells her she isn’t important to the family legacy. Hino, who is thirteen in this flashback, does not really take this well (though, as is fairly typical with this author’s works, a lot of the emotional turmoil is left for the reader to fill in themselves) and decides to run away from home. After getting permission. And also taking her maid. And Nagafuji. The second half of the book is Christmas, and shows us an adorable date between our lead couple, Adachi breaking out the Chinese-style dress again, and Christmas dinner at the Shimamuras with a surprise guest, which may carry over into the next book.

This is the final volume with illustrations by Non, who I believe had been ill, and the illustrations are mostly ones used from other promotional materials – there are no interior ones. Which is a shame, but also allows us to see the pasts of most of the main cast without having to see them attempted as “3 years younger”. The Hino and Nagafuji stuff was good, though Hino’s narration works far better (and is far longer) than Nagafuji’s. It’s also implied that her parents have a marriage of convenience and that her mother and head maid are childhood friends with benefits. It’s heavily implied this is what Hino could have with Nagafuji too, though the idea of Nagafuji as a maid is horrifying. The other interesting part of the book is the relationship between the two moms. Mrs. Adachi reads very much like her daughter only cynical and bitter, and Shimamura likewise has her daughter’s “well, whatever” mood only extroverted to the nth degree. It’s kind of fun.

This wasn’t terrific, but is at least solid, even if it read a bit like a short story collection at times. The best parts were Shimamura’s forwardness. We’ll see if she can keep that up.

By: Sean Gaffney

#Anime #News #Manga Bookshelf

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belphesnore · 3 years

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du e so sjukt irriterande, jævla fittehelvete. ka faen e det du slite med likso.

kødda. du e sjukt kul og eg e gla i deg hehe. måtte berre bli med på å snakke dritt på andre språk no so eg hadde sjangsen.

MARIE IS THAT YOU???

#it also translated part of it as The Meat. which i adore #asks #anonymous

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Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

…..

They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children…

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still!

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip!

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment.

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent.

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating...

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident…

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

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I think I've made like, two sarcastic comments about how I'm glad the Finarfin you've mentioned isn't the Finarfin from my stories (or at least in the splinters like jewel shards verse) but I don't think I've asked, do you have any headcanons on Finarfin? I'm interested if you'd like to share any!

-@outofangband

@outofangband

Yes!!! I remember that comment. I also hope he’s a bit nicer than the Finarfin from Return in Chains, one of my fics (although that Finarfin isn’t evil… just… makes questionable decisions out of desperation, which is basically the Finwean Family Pastime).

I LOVE FINARFIN.

He thinks “Finarfin” (aka Finwe-Ara-Finwe) is a terrible name and can’t believe his brother would have done such a stupid thing. (He also thinks “Fingolfin” is a terrible translation).

After all his relatives took off and left them, he got put in charge of not only the country, but also literally everyone’s CRAP. Meaning, as the only remaining member of the house of Finwë, he had to figure out what to do with all the houses and possessions they left behind. He ended up boarding them up and leaving them, in the hopes that they would come back one day (elven possessions don’t rot or decay, after all).

The only time he used one of his relatives homes after they left was gifting Maglor’s house to Celebrían when she arrived. By that time he had accepted that Maglor would never return, and he figured she had the best claim to it (and it had the largest garden, which he knew she would like, and it was in the artist’s district which she loved). When Elrond actually managed to drag Maglor back with him, Arafinwë was SHOCKED. Thankfully, Maglor was fine with him gifting it to her and just moved in with them.

He just generally seems like he wants the best for everyone. I don’t think he’s a coward, I think he’s just very cautious (and he has a bit of foresight, which means he probably saw that the future would be WORSE if he went as well). I also like the idea that part of his reason for staying was ‘get on the Valar’s good side so I can eventually convince them to help’ not realizing that by the time they helped his entire family would be dead.

He has a great sense of humor and is generally a fun guy to be around. His assorted relatives know they’re always welcome at either of his homes (he has one in Tirion and one in Aqualonde) even if he’s not there himself. Half the time he gets back from vacation to find at least two random nieces/nephews chilling in his house.

He and Maglor both have a similar grasp of emotions and Osanwe. Maglor uses his gifts to fuck with people; Finarfin tries to use his to help people. He spends a lot of time going around fixing all the people Maglor has screwed with.

Arafinwë annoys Maglor precisely because he can see through Maglor’s attempts at manipulation. Maglor tried to trick him into doing something once and Finarfin calmly said ‘if you wanted attention you only had to ask’ (that, of course, was HIGHLY OFFENSIVE as far as Maglor was concerned).

Arafinwë does not want the crown. It is a running joke in Tirion that whenever someone from the line of Finwë is reborn or sails, he tries to give them the crown (it is true, actually, but no one else wants the thing either). He even tries to give it to Maglor once he turns up.

His attempt at inventing democracy backfired when he was elected.

Nerdanel becomes very close to him during the First Age while they bond over missing their children.

He keeps a memorial in the palace garden, with markers - made by Nerdanel - for every fallen member of the house of Finwë. They even add a marker for Gil-Galad after the Last Alliance even though no one has any idea who the fuck he is or if he’s related. The memorials are kept even after the dead are re-embodied, as a reminded of ‘that dumb thing you did that one time’

He makes annual trips to the Halls of Mandos just to ‘chat’ with Namo (and subtly inquire as to when he’s going to be getting his relatives back). Finrod’s release was, in part, to try to appease Arafinwë, but all it did was make him more determined that he COULD get the rest of his family back.

He informs Namo that no, no you will NOT be keeping my brother and his children until the Second Music, thank you very much. (Namo points out that their Fëar are very badly damaged, Arafinwë asks why the fuck Namo thinks that he - as a Vala - is best equipped to heal people who hate his guts)

Fëanor gave him a pet swan when he was five because Fëanor thinks swans are assholes and expected it to terrorize his younger brother. Instead Arafinwë befriended the swan and trained it to bite Fëanor on command.

Arafinwë typically doesn’t eat meat, the only exception is fish.

He can’t figure out why the Valar put Eönwë in charge of the host. I mean, he’s a great guy and a terrifying fighter, but he seems to have a few screws loose.

Elrond and Elros’ return to Gil-Galad was only because of Arafinwë. Maedhros and Maglor didn’t trust the host of the Valar, but Arafinwë sent them a letter promising to personally watch over the twins and arguing that they would be safer with the Host. Because of this, Elrond and Elros resented him for a long time, blaming him for taking them away from their adopted family.

Arafinwë spent a good chunk of the War of the Wrath keeping Eönwë from accidentally causing Diplomatic Incidents or Other Minor Catastrophes. The rest of the War was spent trying to work how the the fuck he’s related to Gil-Galad. He still isn’t sure, he’s pretty sure Fingon might have just picked up a random kid somewhere. Or he might be a Fëanorian, but he kind of hopes NOT. He loves his half-brother, but holy fuck.

It was his idea to turn Morgoth’s crown into a collar, because he was fucking pissed off by that point. It was mostly a joke, but Eönwë, being a himbo, went with it.

He was attempting to negotiate either the return of the Silmarils OR a different way to end the Oath when Maedhros and Maglor stole the Silmarils from Eönwë’s camp. One of the guards they killed was a childhood friend of Arafinwë. Arafinwë already had rooms waiting for Maedhros and Maglor back in Tirion, because as soon as he got them on a boat he was planning to take them straight home, whether that was the Valar’s plan or not.

Arafinwë had managed to arrange a pardon for Galadriel, but she was still angry and proud and announced that she didn’t want it, thus resulting in her getting a personal ban.

He knew Galdalf before he went to Middle Earth and gave him a very long list of things to tell Galadriel, most of which amounted to ‘get over yourself and apologize to the Valar so you can come home you fucking idiot (and please tell Elrond hello, he’s a lovely child, really)’

He adores the Hobbits and can’t believe Elrond managed to bring them. Gandalf who? He gives his grandson-in-law all the credit, thank you very much.

#finarfin #;; answered #finwean #Arafinwë #Fëanor #silmarillion #maglor #feanorian #one of these days i will write my ‘Maglor as a vegetarian hanging out in Arafinwë’s house for meals because Fëanor loves meat’ fic #its been rattling around in the back of my head for ages #look Feanor doesn’t know his son wants to be a vegetarian and he is HORRIFIED once he realizes hes been accidentally starving his son

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Blood is Thicker Than Water: Part 12

AN: When it comes to the timeline, I say screw it. It’s more fun to re-arrange stuff. Also, I secretly call this chapter turning point and big steps.

Big shout out to those who helped with the Spanish in the chapter! It meant I didn’t have to use google translate. I’m very grateful for their help in the picking out phrases, terms of endearment, and their opinions. You guys rock!

Please Let Me Know What YOU THINK!!!

Master List

You’re in the middle of cooking dinner, or to be more accurate Rafael is in the middle of cooking dinner. Benny is sitting beside his feet, and his tail is going a hundred miles an hour. You watch as Rafa sneaks him little pieces of meat. It’s possibly the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

You take a sip of your wine, “So, what I’m hearing is it was a bad case from the start.”

Rafa shrugs, “Whenever someone cries free speech in conjunction to rape you know it isn’t going to be pretty. I just can’t believe the girl had it in her to go film him. I have to admit, the look on Rita’s face when she saw the video . . . it was like Christmas.”

You roll your eyes, “She’s your friend Rafa.”

He steps away from the sauce he’s making long enough to kiss you, “True, which is why I told her we’d go out to dinner with her and Brian next week.”

“Are we hosting or going out?”

“Out. Some new restaurant Rita wants to try. She said it was her treat so I wasn’t in a place to argue. I plan to order the most expensive scotch they have.”

You giggle, and kiss him again only for Benny to bark. Rafa turns towards your dog, “What? Are you still hungry? No eres un perro, eres un cerdo.” Benny runs towards him and bumps his head against Rafa’s leg. Immediately your boyfriend crouches down to pet him, "Un cerdito muy mono." He looks up at you, “I found a place online that makes these really cute bandanas and bow ties.”

He says the words as though he’s looking for penance and you laugh, “How many did you buy?”

He groans, “Like five, they had a deal, and I couldn’t resist. At this rate the dog is going to make me go broke.”

He stands up and goes back to cooking, and Benny goes to you. You kneel down next to your dog and love on him. In the three weeks that you had had Benny, you’d fallen massively in love with him. So had Rafa. The two of you made it a point to take him on walks together, and Rafa even had a framed photo of the three of you in his office now, and the background on his phone was a picture of you and Benny. The entire thing was terribly domestic and you couldn’t help but love it.

“I got a call from my Abuelita yesterday.”

Your head snaps up, at that. Despite having been together for seven months you had yet to meet any of Rafael’s family. His mother and his entire community in the Bronx were still giving him the cold shoulder over the whole Alex fiasco. Only his grandmother had stayed in touch. In fact he talked on the phone with her at least four times a week.

“How is she?”

“She has a cold, but says she’s fine. She says that the only way she could feel better is if she finally got to meet you.”

You grin, “Really? That’s so sweet.”

“Manipulative. The word you’re looking for is manipulative. It’s the classic abuelita guilt trip.”

“And you’re the dutiful grandson who is going to give into it.”

“This is true. If it’s okay with you, I was going to pick her up and have her spend the weekend with us.”

“Will she have a problem with me staying the night, sleeping in your bed?”

“She’s a realist. And if there’s a chance that you and I end up married with a bunch of babies, she’ll do anything to make that happen. And in her eyes, Benny is a good sign of things to come.”

You just laugh, “Well it seems more than fair to me. I mean you’ve known Liv since day one, so. . .”

“I’ll set it up then.”

Before you can tell him how excited you are, the front door opens and a very frantic Liv and Ed enter. Benny, the loveable goofball that he is, goes straight to them. Your sister walks right past him, and Rafa shoots a glare her way, “Pet the dog, he’s happy to see you.”

She shoots a glare back at him, “Not a good time Barba.”

“I’m standing here, in your kitchen, making dinner for everyone. How is this not a good time?”

“Because Ed and I may have done something impulsive.”

You look over at Ed who currently has Benny climbing all over him, “It’s fast, not impulsive.”

Your brow furrows, “What the hell did you do?”

Your sister looks at you, opens her mouth and then closes it, “We did several things. Try to not be mad.”

You watch Rafa turn the dials on the stove to simmer, and then your eyes flick back to your sister, “Liv, you’re scaring me.”

“Ed and I got married.”

You’re not able to find the words but Rafa sure does, “What?”

Ed clears his throat, “We’re not done yet.”

“We agreed to foster a baby. At the end of one year if no living relatives can be found we can formally adopt him. We got married, because it’s something we want, but we did it quickly because it strengthens the home environment, and made our case worker stop glaring at us.”

You still can’t find the words, but your boyfriend has never had that problem, “Is this the baby from the trafficking case, Noah?”

Liv nods, a smile on her face, “Ed and I have been going to his hearings for custody and the like. Judge Linden proposed the idea.”

Ed smiles, “We didn’t hesitate.”

Your mind is going a million miles a moment, “When does he come home?”

“A few days, the case worker has to come inspect everything.”

You nod, “We’re going to need a bunch of stuff. You two go change, put the guns in the safe, cause we’re going to have to go hit the baby stores now. I’m going to help Rafa put the food in containers.”

They don’t hesitate, and the moment they disappear into Liv’s room, Rafa’s arms are around you, “Are you okay?”

“I think so. A little surprised, but not really. Liv always said that if she ever got married she’d elope, but I always thought I’d be there.”

His fingers comb through your hair and you lean into the touch, “It’s alright to be upset.”

“I’m okay. Right now I’ll focus on the fact that I’m getting a nephew.

He places a kiss at the top of your head, “Okay. But if you want to talk, just let me know.” He looks over at the food, “Recalentado no está tan rico.”

Liv and Ed come out a minute later, you put Benny in your room, and the four of you head out. You arrive at a baby store, and you link your arm with Rafael’s. You look at the price tag and feel your eyes go big at the prices. You turn to Rafa, “Babies are expensive.”

He looks at the tag, and shrugs, “That’s not too bad.”

“Exactly, how much are you paid?”

“Esas cosas no se dicen.”

You spend hours in the store while Olivia and Ed look up reviews online before adding anything to their cart. About three hours in you turn to Raf and say, “It’s like watching you buy stuff for Benny.”

He shoots a look at you, “Eso no es divertido.”

You grin, and then something catches your eye. You move towards a little gray elephant. He’s soft to the touch, and you can’t help but think he’d be the perfect companion for your nephew.

When you’re finally done, it takes four cabs to get everything back to the apartment, and several trips up and down the stairs. When that’s said and done you and Rafa collapse on the couch. After a minute he collapses face down so that his head is in your lap.

“This better be one awesome baby.”

You chuckle and run your fingers through his hair and sigh, “I’m going to have to find a new place to live.”

Rafa sits up, “What?”

You motion to all the baby stuff that is filling every spare inch of the apartment, “Where are they going to put a baby? They’re going to need my room for a nursery Rafa, and I don’t really feel like sharing a room with a baby just yet.”

“And where are you going to go?”

You shrug, “I’ll find a place.”

“Or. . .”

“Or?”

“You could move in with me.”

You blink owlishly at your boyfriend, “Seriously?”

He smiles, and punctuates each reason with a kiss, "You spend most nights at my place anyways. I like having you around. I like waking up next to you, and coming home to you, and falling asleep with you next to me. Además, me será más fácil hacer esto.” He kisses you long and slow.

“Are you trying to romance me Mr. Barba?”

He kisses that spot on your neck that you like and you giggle, “Siempre mi amor.”

“I would love to move in with you.”

He pulls you into his lap, and you squeal, “Bien.”

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The next day you break the news to a horrified Liv. You realize the situation didn’t even dawn on her until you mentioned it. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think about that. I feel so bad.”

You wave off her concerns, “It’s not a big deal Liv.”

She takes your hand, “In the span of twenty four hours, I’ve gotten married, taken in a baby, and forced you out of your home. I may be the worst sister ever.”

“You’re not the worst sister ever, I can guarentee it. You are however, scatterbrained.”

Yes your life had been disrupted and yes, you wish you had been there when your sister had gotten married, but. . . “Weddings have never been your thing. You hated any movie that centered around them. I always knew if you found the right guy you wouldn’t have a wedding, I just always figured I’d be there.”

She bites her lip, “You should have been there. I guess I got so caught up in everything, I wasn’t thinking.”

You lean forward, “Do you mind me asking what spurred this?”

She grins, “You did. After the negative pregnancy test, after you and I talked, I decided that I wanted a future with Ed, and we both wanted a family. We decided to start trying, and then . . .Noah fell into our laps. I’ve been with him since I found him. Ed went with me to visit him once, and he went every time since. Showed up to all the hearings with me. It was right. It feels . . .good. You don’t feel like I’m replacing you, do you?”

“I’m twenty eight Liv, I’m in a serious relationship, this is a good thing. I want to live with Rafa, I want you to have a family, and I want us to keep moving forward. I’m happy. Are you happy?”

She nods, “I’m so happy I can barely believe it.”

The two of you smile like loons, “Look at us, all grown up and living fully functional lives.”

Liv just laughs.

You spend the next two days packing up your things alongside Rafa. “You have more books than I do. I didn’t think that was possible.”

You smile, “I like to read.”

He has a teasing grin on his face, “Most of them are romance novels.”

You wrap your arms around his middle, “They’re a guilty pleasure.” You kiss him and nip at his bottom lip, “I haven’t read as many since we started dating if it’s any consolation.”

“As many?”

You wink at him, “You work a lot of late nights.” He laughs and continues to put the books in boxes. You move to your clothes next. You fold them neatly and place them in the boxes too. He’s surprised by how many pairs of shoes you have.

“You’re questioning my shoes. You have ties to match your socks and your suspenders.”

The laughing continues and you can’t help but think that with anyone else, packing up your life would be a chore. With Rafael it’s fun and easy. You decide to keep his bedroom furniture and put yours into storage. And being the wonderful man that he is, Rafael hires actual movers to get your stuff back to his apartment.

You give your empty room one last look and move on to the next chapter of your life.

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二哈和他的白猫师尊 2Ha

Title: 二哈和他的白猫师尊 / Èr hā hé tā de bái māo shī zūn / 2Ha / The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Author: 肉包不吃肉 / Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat

This novel is the very definition of don't judge a book by it's cover, title, and even author name. 2Ha is not fluffy. Although, well, it is fluffy in some instances. And the title is also sort of accurate. And the author name sounds funny and interesting which this story also is. Anyway, if you're confused and intrigued, I just want to say that 2Ha is the most daring, crazy, funny, angsty novel I've ever read. And that, my friends, is why this ranks as the top of my favorite danmei list so far.

2Ha is the story of Mo Ran who dies and leaves his somewhat tyrannical life and is reborn into the past. With his memories still intact, he lives to right the wrongs he thinks he made and vows revenge on his shizun whom he blames is the reason for him growing up into a tyrant. But all is not that simple when he finds out bits and pieces of the truth along the way of what happened to lead him to become a tyrant and that apparently, he's not the only one who got reborn into the past.

Okay, first of all, you've probably noticed by now that there is nothing in the summary about a dog and a cat. The title actually describes Mo Ran being the husky and Chu Wanning, his shizun, being the white cat. It describes Mo Ran's relationship with Chu Wanning as being like an adorable dumb dog with a snobbish, anti-social, somewhat arrogant cat so you can just imagine how that'd be like. (But really, I love them both a lot and think these two are so perfect together).

The plot in this story is craaazy. Like, it's really out of this world. The further you get into it, the more insane it gets. And I love it. The fact that it's crazy is the reason why I was able to push through and finish it even if the second half of this novel at the time I was reading it was only machine translated. As of this writing, this novel has only been translated until Chapter 152, I think. But the story is so intriguing and interesting, hair-raising, and so entertaining that I wanted to finish it to know how it ends.

But it's not for everyone. The themes in this novel is very dark. The translators were kind enough to warn you in every chapter that 2Ha has a lot of violence, murder, suicide, underage sex, rape, explicit sex, drugs, and more. So yes, it's not at all fluffy like the title or book cover makes it out to be.

So why did I even like it? Because it was interesting. The dark side of the story were all necessary. All the warnings there play a big part in this whole story. If you were to separate it from the story, you won't be able to get the complexities of Mo Ran's character and how you feel about him as you read through the entire novel. I've seen a lot of takes how maybe 2Ha can do without that much dark themes but in my opinion, it had to be there and it was important for readers to go through it to better understand and feel for the characters.

Meatbun is a very talented writer. I like the way she made you feel things just through the scenarios and words she puts out. She makes you laugh so hard at the funny scenes, enough that my sister from across the room would stare at me as I read and laughed out loud by myself. She makes you want to pull the two main leads together and bonk their heads or something. She makes you horny lmao and I say this as a compliment because the good sex scenes in here makes you pine after the two leads to just get it on. She twists your heart into making it hurt so bad at the sad scenes that even if I deem myself an emotionally strong person and wouldn't tear up easily over sad movies and stories, I admittedly shed a tear at this one. She made me feel so deeply in love with Mo Ran and Chu Wanning, and even the side characters like Xue Meng, his aunt and uncle, and more. It's like you want to reach down into the novel and save them all yourself so they don't have to suffer anymore.

But don't worry. I don't read novels that don't have a happy ending. So even if this is a bit spoilery, this novel ended on a good note. And I think I've mentioned this in one of my reviews that I like a story where it just twists your soul and your heart and then puts it back again. This is it. This is how 2Ha made me feel.

So do I recommend it? Yes! 2Ha is a favorite and is right up there with TGCF as one of my favorites. It has a crazy yet incredibly written plot that all comes together in the end. But do not push yourself to read this if you don't think you can handle the themes and warnings mentioned above.

Score: 10/10

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Lost in Translation

Éomer x reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: mentions of certain body parts and a bad ending

A/N: Wow! Not a Legolas fic? You’re as surprised as I am :) This is just a silly fic I wrote a while ago for another fandom, and I kept thinking how this would be perfect for Éomer. Slightly AU.

Words in bold are in Elvish.

“Come on, Y/N, hurry up. There’s not much time left!”

You shuffled right behind your friend, muttering profanities and cursing your inability to say no to her. She could’ve carried a few things herself instead of making you drag it all alone. You weren’t her slave. Although you probably were at this point.

When you entered the kitchen of the castle, you put down all the baskets your friend had made you carry. Before you could say anything, they were already gone, doing who knows what.

How did you let them trick you into coming along, you thought, shaking your head in annoyance.

Your friend worked in the kitchens of the castle of Rohan, and was in charge of organizing the grand feasts and balls King Théoden held. This morning she had visited you, in the middle of a nervous breakdown because her kitchen staff was sick. You knew there was supposed to be a big ball tonight and now she was left to handle it alone.

You genuinely felt bad for her and really wanted to help, so you made the mistake to ask her what you could do. And that’s how you ended up as her kitchen maid for the evening. No, scratch that. Kitchen slave.

Two hours later everything was ready for the guests to arrive. The food in the kitchen was ready, the tables in the ballroom were set up and the ale and wine were stocked.

You were wearing a plain dark green dress and your black flats. You had tried to keep your braided hair up with the few hair pins you had. It wasn’t your best shot at a decent hairdo, but it would have to do. It’s not like you really knew the people that were coming tonight. This was a feast for the upper class, and you were definitely not a part of that.

The guests started to arrive and you anxiously waited in the kitchen with your friend, waiting for her signal to start and walk around with the food.

This was the part you dreaded the most. You weren’t the social type, and to be thrown out there in public, asking strangers if they wanted something to eat was a step too far.

But you had promised your friend to help her out and you weren’t the one to break a promise. Besides, you would get back at her eventually. She owed you big time after this.

You felt your feet aching when you put down the empty serving plate on the giant table in the center of the kitchen. All the appetizers were served and you were desperate for a break.

You put your hands on the table and leaned forward, trying to remove the pressure of your feet. If you would allow yourself to sit down, you probably wouldn’t be able to get back up again. It’s not like you were being overdramatic - okay, maybe a little bit - but you weren’t used to standing on your feet for this long. Why was this a good idea again?

Your friend looked at you sympathetically, but noticed something different.

“Okay, who caught your eye?”

You looked at her questioningly, shrugging your shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Y/N, come on! You’re blushing!”

That comment made you blush even more. You looked the other way to try and hide it from your friend, but you should have known she would notice.

“So you did meet someone? Tell me!”

“No!” you hissed at her. “If I tell you, you would only try and make me go talk to him.”

Before your friend could say anything, you were interrupted by a young nobleman coming into the kitchen. This was highly unusual.

“Excuse me my lady, would you mind hurrying up with the rest of the food? The guests are waiting,” he asked with a bored expression.

Your friend smiled at him, gently guiding him out of the kitchen. “Of course my lord. I am sorry for the inconvenience. My servant will open the buffets right away.”

Servant? Oh, now I’m suddenly the servant. But you had to give it to her, she knew how to work these people. If it were you who had to handle that person, you’d probably rolled your eyes at him and told him you only had two hands to work with, not four.

“Okay, Y/N. You heard me, go to the tables in the great hall and help the guests serve their food. Whatever you do, don’t leave the food alone. Especially the desserts because I made just about enough for everyone. I’ll help out as soon as I can.”

“Yes, my lady,” you said, making a small curtsy as a joke.

This was something you almost enjoyed. Almost.

People came to you and you only had to see they didn’t overfill their plate, so there was enough for everyone. If you saw someone having trouble cutting off a slice of meat, you gave them a hand. You preferred this work over the walking around with appetizers job, because this time you didn’t have to look people in the eye.

Except with one person of course…

You had noticed him when you were walking around with your plate. Clumsy as you were, you tripped over your own feet and if it weren’t for him, you had thrown all the stew on the ground. He had grabbed you by your upper arms and steadied you, without spilling one drop of the stew.

“Wow, quick reflexes,” you gasped, and then your breath hitched because you finally had a good look at your saviour.

He was tall, but not towering over you. Dark eyes in a gruff, but friendly face. Your eyes trailed from his broad chest, down his forearms and then his hands, which were still holding on to your arms.

“Are you okay, my lady?” he asked.

You blinked a couple of times and smiled. “Yeah… Yeah, I am alright. I am sorry, I’m so clumsy!”

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled.

You held up the plate to him. “Stew?”

After he took one of the bowls, you rushed around handing out the other bowls, your eyes often wandering towards him. Even though he was talking to some of the other guests, he always returned your gaze. When you finally handed out the last one, he winked at you and that made you return to the kitchen with flushed cheeks.

When he joined the line at the buffet, you started to get nervous. What if your clumsiness made you do something embarrassing again? Oh my god, what if you chucked some gravy on his expensive clothes?

Your hands started sweating and you wiped them off on your dress. He passed you, filling up his plate without asking for assistance, and you were almost disappointed he didn’t take one look at you when he suddenly said, “My name is Éomer.”

You stood there perplexed, not realising at first it was you he was talking to. But when his dark eyes met yours, you answered automatically.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He smiled and walked away with his plate only half full. You followed him with your eyes and forgot you were holding a serving spoon, dropping it to the ground with a loud clatter only a few seconds after.

Your friend had chosen that moment to come and assist you. She had one eyebrow perked up and you half expected her to tell you off for whatever she thought you were doing wrong, but to your surprise that didn’t happen.

“Was that him?”

You sighed, shaking your head in response. You should’ve known this was coming.

“Come on, work with me here,” she said, starting to speak in Elvish. The both of you learned the Elven language when you were young and often switched to it if you wanted to have a secret conversation. Since there weren’t any Elves present, it was safe for them to use it. You rolled your eyes, there wasn’t anyone there at the buffet so you got away with the gesture.

“Fine. Okay? Yes, he is the one I was talking about,” you admitted.

“Well? Go talk to him!”

See? You knew this would happen.

“I can’t leave the food. The desserts need protection.”

“But there is another dessert waiting for you.” She nodded her head towards Éomer.

You bit your lip.

“He is cute though.”

Your friend nodded, a smirk appearing on her face. “Has a nice butt too.”

Your eyes widened at her comment, thanking Eru Illúvatar nobody could understand what she was saying to you. At least, you hoped no one could.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to where he was standing, glancing at a particular area. When you looked up again, you saw him staring back at you. You felt your cheeks burning, realising you were caught staring at his butt. You saw your friend barely holding her laughter.

After a couple of minutes Éomer was lost in the crowd. By that time a lot of guests wanted dessert so you were thankful your friend was there to help you.

When Éomer joined the line at the end of the buffet, you drew the attention of your friend again with a little wave.

“He does have a nice butt.”

“It’s probably not the right time for me to say to you that I understand Elvish?” a voice sounded, making your blood run cold.

“Y-you do?” your friend stuttered.

Éomer grabbed a slice of cake.

“I had to learn it because we do a lot of business with the Elves of Lórien. It comes in handy once in a while,” he grinned.

You were still speechless. Your friend noticed and thought she could intervene and ‘help’.

“Well, then you know Y/N over there thinks you’re really cute.”

He looked at you, his eyes full of mischief. It was adorable. “Does she now?”

He took a bite of his slice of cake, his eyes never leaving yours.

“She also thinks you have a nice butt,” she added. Éomer almost choked on the piece of cake in his mouth. That’s it, you were going to plan her funeral later tonight.

“I’m so sorry,” you tried to apologize.

“Don’t be, I’m flattered,” he laughed. “What do you say, when you’re done here, you want to go and take a walk outside with me and my butt?”

“I’d love to!”

When the feast was over and you were almost done cleaning everything up, your friend called you over to the kitchen.

“I talked to one of the guards just now.”

“And?” you asked, not understanding where she would take this.

“They always speak Westron when communicating with Lórien,” they whispered. “Éomer doesn’t understand Elvish at all!”

You looked towards the mostly empty hall, where Éomer stood waiting for you. He had an extra cloak hanging over his arm, for you to use on your walk, and was looking towards you.

“You don’t understand a single thing of what I’m saying to you, do you?” you said to him. He just smiled in return, a slight panic in his eyes.

“Hey, at least you got a date out of it!” your friend laughed.

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juleswolverton-hyde · 3 years

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Not by the Moon | 03

Genre: Smut, Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Drama, Tragedy, Werewolf AU, Supernatural AU, Bookshop AU

Pairing: Bookshop keeper!/Werewolf!JB x Reader

Warnings: Mild angst, a sprinkle of jealous werewolf!Jaebeom.

Summary: Every story has a purpose or goal it is dedicated to, their authors at times going to great lengths to see the project they once started to completion. Nevertheless, the things the writers swore on to see their latest art piece to completion are static.

Unchanging.

None of them swore by the Moon nor Love because they can solely genuinely swear on all that changes like themselves.

And yet, a wolf in love foolishly swore by the moon.

That is when Time truly started ticking.

Author’s Note: This chapter is from Jaebeom’s POV.

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I like being with you.

The phrase vividly repeats itself as I blindly lead us to the park, my head in the clouds. So much so, in fact, she has to stop in her tracks and pull me back because we have walked past the entrance.

“Jaebeom,” she struggles to draw me in, firming her grip on my arm and weakly pulling on it, “we’re here already.”

It takes a second to register what Y/N says, but after a few haphazard glances around to see where we are, it does. “Ah, right.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“Nobody’s ever told me that.’’ Like a lovesick puppy, I bite down on my bottom lip. ‘’That they like to be with me, I mean.”

“Surely I’m not the first.”

“I think Jinyoung, a friend, might have said it.” I shrug, resigned in the fact loneliness has been a steady companion.

The packs in the woods rejected me if I didn’t refuse to join them. Too savage, too beastly, too ambitious, too bloodthirsty. Those are the prime reasons I have been on my own, although one in particular resonates in the blurry mess of vague memories.

I am too monstrous.

“But I,” halted in the middle of the gravel path, I turn to her and rest my forehead against hers, “like being with you too.”

Her heartbeat speeds up as her scent gains a floral, roseate undertone. A flush stains her cheeks, the temperature of her body heightened. In a moment’s notice, she has turned into a beautiful spring flower. No, not a flower. Y/N is more than that.

Like a she-wolf in spring.

In season.

That’s what she looks like.

So pretty. Mine.

I have to pull away before I sweep her off her feet and mate her against the first tree we come across. We don’t even need a tree, a simple bed of grass will suffice. After all, I still want her to be comfortable.

“Did... Did you dye your hair?” Flustered, looking like a lobster, the pretty lady pulls away. However, the growl that erupts from the throat as she moves away brings an interesting change to her scent.

A thick heady tone creeps into it, which definitely puts the girl in the other role the other ego wishes her to play.

A bitch in heat.

An image of her looking as she does now but on my bed flashes by. Tears are brimming on her lashes like crystalline raindrops as pearly teeth bite down on a finger in the futile attempt to mute meek high-pitched squeals of pleasure. She’s lying sideways, the soft skin of her leg on my shoulder while my hips lose control in her warmth.

“J- Jaebeom?”

I suck in a sharp breath, though it does not prevent a pleased growl from escaping. My sight grows hazy with the fantasies of instinct as the world falls away. “Yeah?”

“Your hair... Did you dye it? It was blonde before.”

“My... my hair?” The weird question pulls me out of my reverie, blinking in wonder as to where it comes from. Nevertheless, the senses quickly sharpen as I tighten my grip on the reality of my temporary humanity again. “Right, my hair. I did! I did dye it because... because I thought the blonde didn’t suit me.”

“For what it’s worth,” like a shy schoolgirl, Y/N fumbles with her fingers, “I like this better. This is going to sound weird, but it makes you look more like- I mean, it suits you better.”

“Thank you. But what does it make me look like?”

“Never mind.” A dismissive hand brushes the half-finished remark off as a mere mistake.

“What? What do I look like?” I lean forward, barely holding in the chuckle at her crumbling composure. Notwithstanding, apparently this is the most effective way to get her to talk. “Don’t be shy.”

“Like a- You know, a- You’ll think me stuck in some emo or late teenager phase.”

“Just say it, Y/N. I won’t stop pushing until you tell me. I won’t judge you either. So, tell me.”

The word takes my breath away.

“Wolf,” she finally answers. “It makes you look like a wolf.”

I can’t suppress a smile at the compliment, buzzing with excitement and tail swishing back and forth. Wait, it isn’t my tail that’s causing the low sweeping noises.

It’s merely the wind.

Human. Gent... Gentleman. For her. Her gentleman.

“Please say something.” The pretty lady’s heart rate picks up, her scent growing alarmingly anxious like when we had our second meeting on the street.

No. No, don’t be like this!

“Good. I am.”

“What do you mean?” Brows furrowed in confusion, she looks at me blankly.

“What... oh, uhm, I- I think it’s a good ex- mirror. Likeness! It’s a good likeness. Me and a wolf.” I stick up a thumb in confirmation. Hopefully, it won’t come across as ridiculous as I feel I look.

Her eyes light up with the amber sunlight, her voice as bright when she answers with an adorable giggle. “I think you mean a good comparison.”

“I do,” I mutter, ashamed at the faulty imitation of human behaviour and tired of the storm of words wreaking havoc in my head. “That’s what I meant.”

“Shall we go find somewhere to sit?’’ Her hair dances on the light breeze as she looks around. ‘’I’m kinda overdue for a cup of coffee.”

“And food. You have to eat, Y/N.”

“Jaebeom...”

‘’Let me take care of you.” I lean in, gaze focused on her lips as I run my tongue over them. The taste of honey and peaches is reminiscent of spring, when the bees in the forest get busy and the trees in the orchards on the outskirts of the town are ripe with blossom.

If I’m still here by then, I’ll take you there.

Of course, the thought is translated horribly. “Taste nice.”

“I- I’m glad you like my lip balm.” Cheeks as ruby red as the leaves beneath our feet, she carefully traces her mouth, fingers shaking.

Then she clears her throat and tries to steady her composure, but I’ve evidently caught her off-guard. Which is also noticeable in the small tug on my sleeve. “Let’s go.”

“Are you upset?” I ask, keeping a close eye on her as we walk down the lane towards a big open field of grass.

“No, it’s just that... when you licked me earlier, it wasn’t on,” she lowers her voice to a barely audible and unintelligible murmur though my hearing allows me to still hear her as clear as day, “the lips. It’s almost as if, you know, you kiss... kissed me.”

Kiss?

Just then we pass a couple with their lips pressed against each other. The contact lingers for a brief second, as fast as lightning.

And just as fast the meaning of it for humans dawns on me, rising from the ever-diminishing pocket of humanity inside my brain.

“Would you mind if I did?”

Face pale, she rapidly turns to me. Y/N parts her lips to say something yet decides against it and settle for something else. “Let’s start slowly. Get to know each other first.”

I’d kiss you. You only have to ask.

But we barely know each other. Humans who don’t have a close bond don’t kiss. At least that piece of information has stuck.

We take a right onto the big field and settle down in the grass beneath a tall willow. I’d rather have we sit huddled together or that she sits on my lap so I can keep her warm, but Y/N sits next to me yet far enough away to not touch at all. The displeased whimper and whine get lost in the unpacking of the sandwiches, ignored under the ruckus of unfolding paper.

Notwithstanding, the dissatisfaction evaporates like snow before the sun when a small hand gives me the two venison sandwiches. Restraining myself to not give into the hunger pangs, I accept the food as if she were handing me a weapon. A long metal blade. A sword, I believe it’s called.

However, the careful control doesn’t last long since the first taste of the spiced meat encourages the ravenous part of me to devour the sandwich in one gulp, if possible. And I would have tried had it not been for the breathless giggle at my side.

Nibbling on the straw, Y/N has a strangely tender look on her face as she watches me eat. A wonderful expression that colours a rosy shade of pink when she notices I’m staring right back at her. “Sorry. It’s just... just that I like seeing you eat. You literally wolf your food down with such a happy expression I can’t help but feel happy.”

Don’t talk with your mouth full. Jinyoung’s told you that more than once.

Like this morning, when he sighed in exasperation like a tired father during breakfast. Henceforth, I chew the food with my mouth closed, swallow and wipe my mouth on a napkin before answering. “I’m a messy eater, though. I don’t think it’s- What’s the word? Ap- Appetizing? It’s appetizing, right? Right, appetizing to watch.”

“I don’t mind.” Like a rabbit, she holds her vegetable sandwich between her tiny paws and takes a small bite out of it. “Just be careful. You don’t want meat juice and sauce on your clothes.”

Eats like a bunny. Cute. So cute.

“I won’t make a mess,” I murmur, taking care to actually keep my word while sneaking glances at the way she eats. It’s controlled, more nibbling than biting. All the same, relief and contentment mix in a calming way that’s visible in her relaxed composure. Even her scent loses more of the sourness of anxiety. But I’m just glad she’s eating.

We watch other humans as we eat, sitting in comfortable silence. A little ways away, two old people, a male and a female, sit on a bench and feed the pigeons together. Once there is no more bread left - multigrain, judging by the scent - their fingers entwine as they close their eyes to soak up the sunlight.

A soft whine unintentionally rises in my throat, longing after the dream of experiencing that very same moment myself together with Y/N someday.

‘’Are you-?’’ The question doesn’t register, hardly penetrating the dullness washing over me. Ears gloomily drooped down, I continue staring at the old couple.

Can that be us one day? How long is the road before we get there?

‘’JB?’’

‘’Hm?’’ Slowed down by the heaviness making a numb statue out of this body, I turn my head.

She holds the unfinished sandwich up I had in my hand a second ago. ‘’What’s on your mind?’’

‘’Nothing.’’ I take the food from her little paw. ‘’Thank you.’’

She doesn’t believe me, but resigns in the face of the unspoken message I don’t want to talk. Instead, she sighs and sips on the straw of her coffee.

“What do you do?” I ask by the time I’m finished with the first of the two sandwiches. Y/N knows what I do for a living and it’s the best question I can think of to try and get to know her better. Also, it might lift the heavy silence that fell over us until the elderly mates left.

“I’m a journalist for Pack. It’s a travel magazine and a great way to see the world. It’s amazing how much is out there, how many cultures and perspectives exist. However,” hands tucked between her thighs, lashes avert to the ground, “as you may have noticed, I’m not the spontaneous sort, which is why I don’t like working alone.”

Pack? As in, a pack? Although, you said travel so it’s likely... pack stuff? Packing up! That’s it! Putting stuff in bags and going somewhere.

If only it was possible to travel with her someplace far away. Go see the world together so she doesn’t have to be alone. Then again, there is no way to run from myself nor guarantee any form of safety on strange grounds.

I’ve become too unstable.

Despite trying to hide it, the jealousy I have for who she works with shows in the unintentionally venomous ring in my voice. “Who do you work with?”

“A colleague of mine named Kunpimook, but he prefers going by BamBam. He’s the social and truly adventurous one, so basically I just always happily tag along. Plus, his photos are superb. We’ll be leaving for Bruges the day after tomorrow to take a look at the local chocolate business.”

‘’Is there anything between you two? More than work?” There is no way I’m letting another male anywhere near her because he could take advantage of her. Especially after all this time, working together and thus winning her trust.

I don’t care if we barely know each other. I won’t have it.

I have to keep her safe.

As Y/N’s gentleman.

Her wolf.

“There’s nothing between us. He’s more like a brother than anything else and he thinks the same about me.” Her breath quickens as she notices the blazing distrust in my gaze. “W- Why are you looking at me like that?”

Instead of giving an answer, I sniff her to make absolutely certain this other male doesn’t have or has tried already to create the bond with her that I want despite what she said.

Nothing.

Nothing but summer citrus, autumnal blackberries and juicy peaches.

Good.

To calm her down, I lean in to nuzzle the scent glands in her neck while purring and manipulating my own scent to put her at ease. The tenseness in the palms on my shoulders relaxes, her breaths come at a more regular interval and the rigidity flows from her body.

You’re safe with me.

A gentle force pushes me back, growing stronger as I fight it by wrapping my arms around her waist. A low growl erupts as the resistance persists, though it dies down at the sound. I’m not letting her go.

Not now.

Not yet.

Until a voice like a shy robin stammers in discomfort. “Jaebeom, can- can you let go?”

“Have you calmed down?” It’s an unnecessary question.

There’s a better word for it. Sup... supper? No, that’s not it. Super... something with an ‘f’.

Superfluous!

It’s a superfluous question because the nervous shivers have stopped. All the same, I don’t want to let go.

I can’t.

I won’t.

Yet I do as something blurry flashes by in my peripheral vision. Almost bumping my head against her jaw, I jolt up and stare ahead in tender awe.

Free of the troubles of the world, a brightly smiling pup runs by with outstretched chubby paws. A bit ahead, there’s another giddy pup. The two must be chasing each other.

A child.

A child is chasing another child.

“What are you looking at?” She follows my gaze, which is fixated on the two children giggling and play-fighting with each other. They stop when hearing their mother call, rise to their little hind legs and run to her.

“One day, I want pups of my own.” The dreamy words roll off the tongue without a thought nor consideration for reality. What they see is what could be.

A dream of someday.

“Pups?” The word sounds like a puzzle piece that doesn’t quite fit even though she struggles to make it fit regardless.

“Yeah, pups. You know,” I nod in the direction of the two siblings, “like those over there.”

A frown mars her lovely face, but it fades into gentle correction. “Children, JB. They’re called children.”

I tilt my head to the side, struggling to understand and make my own puzzle piece fit. “I’m certain someone’s offspring are called pups.”

“Humans,” she gestures from me to her, “like us, call them children. Babies when they’re younger than those toddlers you were watching.”

“I still think pups sounds better.”

I let go of her. Nevertheless, sust to be sure Y/N stays warm, I hook my arm through hers and keep her against my side. Instinctively, she snuggles up to me like on the way here.

The content sigh goes accompanied with an ironic remark. “Are you really a wolf or something?”

“Yes!” I exclaim, until I check my body and see no paws nor a tail. “No! I mean, no, I’m not. It sounds adorable, though, don’t you think?” I bite my lip, growing warm with another cheesy yet affectionate remark. “But you did say I look like one.”

“I stand by what I said, especially now.” She giggles, murmuring something under her breath I’ll only tolerate when she says it. “Weirdo.”

Yours. Your weirdo. Your wolf man.

“Have you ever thought about getting them?”

“I actually don’t want children. I’m not too keen on the idea of raising a child and I don’t think that will ever change.” Unaware of the gravity of her statement, she sits up a bit, takes a sip of coffee and finishes her half-eaten vegetable sandwich.

Not... not even with me? Then again, you barely know me and I will likely forget you even though I don’t want to. Would you change your mind if the pup might be the only trace of me before I disappear?

“How about you?”

“I’d like to one day, but...” I trail off, choking on the truth. Her words have created a stone in my stomach which makes me nauseous and unable to think.

“But what?” She places a bunny-like paw on my back, rubbing gently as she averts her gaze and speaks in a remorseful tone. “I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry.”

“I have this...” Fumbling with my fingers, I speak up despite the paralyzing speechlessness. No word seems to accurately describe what’s going on nor is it credible enough to describe the truth. Nevertheless, she has to know what’s going on.

I want her to.

I trust her.

So I try and tell her my story. “I have this condition. I have trouble remembering things and it’s been getting worse.”

“Is it something like dementia?” Out of a lack of a better explanation for this side-effect of lycanthropy, I merely nod in confirmation. A grim paleness colours her attitude, lips pulling into a straight line as she’s now suffocating with words too. “Do you have medication? Anything to help fight it?”

I fish the small bottle of pills Jinyoung gave me this morning out of my pocket. With a thumb over the ingredients, I show it to her. “My friend’s a doctor at the university. He’s put me on these, but I have a feeling they’re not as effective anymore as they once were.” I put the bottle back. “I do want them, though not with the way I am. They deserve better than a father who’d forget them eventually if he even remembers them at all in the first place. Moreover, my partner would have to take care of me as well as the pups. I just… I don’t want to be a burden.”

“I’m sure,” our gazes meet as our fingers entwine, naturally weaving together like beds of moss on the bark of a tree, “they would gladly care if they know about your condition.”

I rest my forehead against hers and lower my voice to a hopeful whimper. “You know about it.”

A mistake.

“We’ve just met.”

“Right,” I murmur and withdraw though I hold on to her paw a little tighter.

She’s right. We’ve just met.

I’m still a stranger. A stranger in a world strange to him.

“Yet,” Y/N takes in a shaky breath before she continues and transforms the burden of loneliness into a storm of butterflies, “I’d stay. For now, can I stay by your side like this?”

“Of course.” In an impulse, I pull her into my arms and on my lap. Her hair smells like argan oil, sweet yet pleasant like summer. “Never doubt that. Never think I don’t want you to.”

Despite the joy, tears sting in my eyes at the realization I’m no longer alone, surviving like a floating ship in unknown waters. Of course, there’s Jinyoung, but he can’t be there in ways the pretty lady can.

Y/N is my anchor now.

“Don’t go.” I can’t suppress an ugly sob, gripped by fear at the vision of ending up alone in spite of the promise. To go back to the way I was, on the brink of being lost forever. “Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” she murmurs into my hair, lovingly running her fingers through it to calm me down. “I’m here, Jaebeom. I’m here. Until I can’t anymore.”

For a little while, we sit like this beneath the willow. The world shrinks and fades into a blur of autumn shades in October, its sounds gradually becoming nothing more than indistinguishable white noise.

They rise in volume again when I’ve stopped crying, the reality filtering in by sharpening the song of robins and nature dressed in warm tones of red and gold.

We exchange numbers. As she types hers into my phone, she promises to send me daily reminders to take my medicine and threatens to spam me with them until I send a confirmation. Guess I finally have something to look forward to aside from Jinyoung’s cooking.

Coming back was a good decision after all. I want to try for you. Until I can’t anymore.

“And you can call me whenever you like too,” she shyly remarks as we switch back our devices.

My ears perk up as a delighted buzz leaves me trembling. “Really?” I yelp, my tail quickly swishing back and forth. My nerves are on edge with delight, limbs ready to pounce on her. But I don’t.

Because I am human.

And I don’t want to give off the wrong impression.

But your body tells me something else. No! Not without your consent.

“Yes, because I... well, aside from being with you, I like... your... your voice.”

“I like yours.” I lean in and run my tongue over her lips like before. Does that count as a kiss?

“And I like your scent,” I add, purring as I trace my fingers over her arm to her wrist.

“Uhm, Jaebeom, what- what are you doing?”

I press it against my nose, drunkenly nuzzling it while trying to conceal my panting. “I’m scenting you so they’ll know you’re mine.” To strengthen the claim, I leave a stronger imprint of my own scent on her by giving it a firm lick. Even her skin tastes of spring. “You smell really nice.”

“I’m glad you, ah, like my perfume, but,” a strange panic creeps into her voice after a pained squeak when I sink my teeth into her flesh, “JB, I think you should stop. People are watching.”

“Let them.’’ The taste of iron floods the senses, raising the beast within further to the surface. Notwithstanding, I fight the urge to pin her to the ground for a proper mating. So all I do is help the healing by licking the ridged skin of the shallow wound. A wolf’s saliva works as a disinfectant and anti- ant- health advancer. ‘’I want them to know I’m your mate.”

Besides, how else am I supposed to mark you?

“Mate? What? JB, are you okay? You’re starting to make less and less sense.” A small warm palm cups my cheek, initiating a lock of gazes. Frantic with concern, she searches for a reason as to what I’m going through in my gaze though I doubt if she will. “You’re burning up.”

I weave my fingers through those on the side of my face, a wistful smile on my lips. “I’m forgetting myself again. You wouldn’t understand when I’d say I’m slowly fading and not just forgetting as I told you. And it’s gotten worse because of you.”

“Be- Because of me?”

“It’s not a bad thing.” To assure her it’s not as grave as she thinks, I close my eyes and hum in pure content. After all, I could lose my humanity a lot faster in a less pleasant way. At least it’ll be slower now that I have something to fight, to live for. “You don’t understand the significance of it and I don’t want you to.”

“You’re talking nonsense. You’re not going anywhere soon. Let’s go home before your fever gets any worse.”

Our fingers disentangle, mine gliding over the indentation I’ve left behind on her wrist before I wrap my arms around her waist. Her heart races in my ear when I rest my head on the softness of her breasts, her breath falling still in an instant when I place her hand on my head. Hopefully, Y/N will catch on to what I mean by it. “Yeah, it’s definitely getting worse, but I looked forward to this. This park outing. So can we please stay like this for a little longer? A nap might make me feel... bet... ter.”

The wish is granted, because she runs her hand through my hair. Hesitantly at first, but quickly setting a pace for herself that lets me rest tranquilly.

In the sky above, the moon looks down on us. If I wasn’t sleepy, I would howl to it and sing a wolf song. Instead, I purr and bask in my mate’s presence until I lose conscience. “Hm, nice.”

I love you and always will. My love will never change. I swear so by the moon.

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