#it feels like the heavens is deciding my fate idk this is a lot of pressure HELP

[earthtooz]

hurt/comfort blurb based off an ask @missmeinyourbones received :3

gojo x gn!sorcerer!reader, he's ridiculous, lovesick and dramatic in the one but that's how we like him here so. enjoy!!

“where is our couch?”

gojo looks up at you from his phone, grinning at you gently with the small smile that he always wears; one you’ve come to adore over the years. this time, however, it does nothing but irritate you because there is a large, vacant space in the living room that has ‘gojo satoru’ written all over it.

“what do you mean?” he asks but the lilt in his tone tells you everything you need to know.

that one, gojo has everything to do with your missing couch. two, you have fallen for his bait, successfully tricked into talking to him because three hours ago, you refused to acknowledge his existence after a heated argument that ended with you promising to sleep on the couch. yet after one harmless trip to the supermarket, you come back to discover that your bed for the night was missing.

and you know him well enough to know that his giddiness stems from the fact that you’re finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for the past few hours.

“where. is. our. couch?” you reaffirm, emphasising each word so they can get through his thick skull. 

“is it not in the living room?”

he sounds almost delighted at this peculiar interaction, seeming proud of himself as his eyes shine with mirth. they bravely look into your frustrated and irritated ones.

“i am in no mood to bicker, gojo,” you begin, “either you tell me where our couch has gone or i kick you out.”

the sorcerer pouts from where he sits on the bed, curling into a ball as he stares up at you. the sight would’ve been more comical if you weren’t so mad. “that’s not very nice.”

“you don’t deserve nice,” you mutter, turning on your heels to walk away before gojo can melt you with those honeyed words of his. from the bedroom, you hear fumbling and rustling, followed by footsteps. 

instead of paying gojo any mind, you go to the kitchen counter where you left the many bags of groceries you bought.

he rests his elbows on the kitchen island, subliminally begging for an ounce of your attention whilst you sort through the bags. “would you like some help?”

you give him a brief side-eye before resuming. his pout worsens.

“if i tell you what happened to our couch, will you promise to sleep on the bed tonight?” pleads the white-haired, “with me?”

you sigh, “yes.”

“i warped it somewhere.”

“what?” you almost drop the carton of eggs in your hold. “what do you mean ‘somewhere’?”

“somewhere in jujutsu tech, i’m not really sure.” he cringes at the glare you shoot him. “i was gonna get it back if you agreed!”

that was your last straw. running a hand down your face, you don’t see the way that your lover stares at you with hope from the corner of your eye. 

“for goodness’ sake, why did you warp our couch?” you quiz. 

“because you were going to sleep there,” he murmurs, “and i didn’t know how else to change your mind.”

“you’re twenty-three, gojo. you should know a thing or two about how to reconcile properly by now.” 

his pout worsens at the use of his family name. “i am a man in love, y/n, do you know what they say about men in love?”

before you can even think of a snarky remark, realisation hits you like an anvil. whenever gojo uses his teleportation technique it always… leaves… something behind. 

rushing over to the carpet that used to be under the couch, you almost have a heart attack when you lift it up and see the scorched marks that occur as a byproduct. the white-haired leans against the kitchen island innocently, whistling.

“and what are you planning on doing about this?” you shriek. you try to remain calm, really, but it’s hard to do so because gojo has an affinity for driving you to the brink of insanity.

“i will get someone to fix it, i promise!”

“and will they not be suspicious that there are marks in our floor?”

“a little bribery never hurt nobody, and i have a lot of money to bribe someone successfully. plus, i have connections in the jujutsu world!”

you drop the carpet, giving up. “i’m calling shoko to crash at hers for the night-”

“-then i’ll warp her house.”

“can you even do that? a couch is pretty impressive already.”

“so you think i’m impressive?”

“gojo.”

“i don’t know if i can teleport a house but i’m always willing to try.”

you hate him, you decide. “even if you could warp a house, you shouldn’t, because shoko will kick your ass.” 

“but you’ll protect me, won’t you?” 

you say nothing, merely glancing at your boyfriend before reaching for your phone in your pockets. however, before you could even unlock the device, gojo is beside you, crouched down to your level. he maintains a respectable distance, one that does not invade your personal space whilst fulfilling his need to be close to you. 

“are you actually leaving?” he whispers brokenly, completely changing the atmosphere as his eyes begin to shine with tears that threaten to spill. 

your words are lodged in your throat at the pitiful sight. whilst some part of your brain curses you for giving in so easily, the other part that loves gojo (who are you kidding, all of you loves him) begins to feel a little bad.

he continues, reaching for your hand to play with your fingers, “please don’t leave. i’m sorry for what i said when we were arguing. i love you,” he pauses for a second before adding as an afterthought: “a lot.” 

gojo’s apology, although a little awkward and rushed, is nothing short of endearing, successfully quelling the waves of frustration and anger you’ve been feeling for the past few hours. although the hurt has not completely faded, it’s a little less suffocating to be around him now.

his life is far from normal, you understand that, and you realised that it would be something you had to deal with when you started dating him in your last year at jujutsu tech. but you fell for gojo because of his sporadicity. life may have not been the same ever since, but in a world where all you are gifted is targets on your back in exchange for keeping lives safe, his love is a refreshing oasis for you to return to when all is said and done. 

even though he expresses it through unconventional ways, such as teleporting your couch because he was heartbroken at the prospect of being away from you, you think it’s a fair trade. 

as a way of accepting his apology, you open your arms for him and the white-haired doesn’t even let a second pass by before he’s crashing into you. 

it’s comforting, the way he holds onto you like you’ll slip from his grasp otherwise. “i’ll go get our couch back soon,” he mutters into you, squeezing your waist a little tighter.

“we’re having a moment, gojo, please don’t mention the couch or i’ll be angry again.”

“sorry,” the white-haired raises his head to look at you, “can i at least get nickname privileges back?”

“you’re ridiculous,” you huff, “no.”

#leah pls don't perceive me this is saur embarrassing #if u read this i will simply #idk what i will do but i will do something #it feels like the heavens is deciding my fate idk this is a lot of pressure HELP #i'm not totally happy with this one #but i was determined to get this out lol so #mediocre writing as always bc what else do i give you all <33 #i should get rid of this habit #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo satoru x reader fluff #gojou satoru x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[hikari-ni-naritai]

Multiples of 4

Also 15 and 26

4. Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?

side! can't hold hanako daki in other positions

8. What’s your favorite band/artist?

egh. picking favourites AGAIN. im so tired of this. i think officially its thank you scientist. but im not really feeling that right now. we could fall back on my previous favourite, dream theater. but im not really feeling that either. we could make a new one and say ling tosite sigure. but ehhhgh. right now im listening to porcupine tree and thats all that matters.

12. Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?

thats so many...... thats a lot of people kiara. i dont want anybody to even be in the same room as me right now. but if i have to pick. id take a hug from kay. id take a hug from anno. id take a hug from audrey. id take a hug from you. and id take a hug from the guy who got me into monster hunter bc he was very large and soft and pleasant to hug.

15. What’s your favorite season?

spring!

16. Want any tattoos? What of?

i dont really want any. but if i was ever in a situation where it would be beneficial and convenient to get one, id get the witch's kiss from pmmm

20. What/who do you miss?

i miss not having a job.

24. When was the last time you cried? Why?

fucking REGRETTABLY im pretty sure it was . yesterday or the day before? when watching slime isekai when shizu died. i didnt like fully properly cry but yknow. eyes wet. i know something else fully got me tho let me see what it was. well looking through my watchlist doesnt tell me. it was some anime or other. maybe yurucamp? maybe apothecary diaries? maybe something seasonal? no one knows. oh wait!!!! im pretty sure it was two saturdays ago when i watched Fate/Stay Night Heavens Feel 3.

26. What are some seemingly childish things you like?

aside from anime and video games? i like playing in the sand. idk . most of the stuff i like feels childish

28. How are you, really?

not great! answering all these questions is making me reach the limits of my socialisation battery, which usually they dont do that. i need to recover.

32. If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?

BED STILL

36. Do you like your middle name?

i like my legal middle name so much im making it my last name. i havent decided on a middle name for when i do that, but im going to like it when i do. "Rose" was suggested and its growing on me. in a weird way. i maybe shouldnt bc i know a rose. but yaknow.

40. already answered~!

44. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?

kay!

48. Who’s someone you can trust with your life?

also kay i think! but mostly me!

[rootspiral]

I blab a lot about how I love all the Yellowjackets equally but in the end it’s always Natalie the one I feel the most heart-wrenching love for.

The girls hunting Nat in the snow with such wild gusto – it makes sense of course, they’re isolated and traumatized and impossibly hungry. Poor Akilah hallucinated a pocket mouse for weeks and almost bit into its mummified remains (idk if she actually ate it, I closed my eyes), if that doesn’t tell you how far gone they all are...!

But I think on top of everything else, they were okay(ish) with going after Natalie specifically. I think if it were someone else, Tai or Van or Shauna of heaven forbid Lottie, they would have hesitated a bit more. (And if Mari is indeed rigging the cards system, it’s possible she actively decided Nat was the most expendable.) I saw someone complaining about how stupid it is to kill their hunter, as if these girls are thinking logically. They don’t think they even need a hunter at this point, Lottie and the wilderness will provide.

My poor Natalie, who’s only ever had hardship in her life and still chooses to be kind. Who’s always trying to help, even if she fumbles and fumbles the ball. Nat who doesn’t care about norms, who is content to exist on the outside doing her own thing; this attitude simply isn’t viable in the wilderness, where the pack is the key to survival. Jackie couldn’t adapt to the new hierarchy and died as a consequence, and now the stakes are so much higher, it’s teenage ruthlessness turned sacred, it’s quite literally eat or be eaten.

If someone has to be sacrificed, it makes sense to pick Nat. Who else is there? Coach, but coach is gone. Misty, but Misty has clawed her way up from the bottom of the totem pole and she’s useful now. And sure it sucks to kill Nat, and Shauna’s knife is shaking, but there’s also resentment there. She thinks she’s better than them, doesn’t she? (More like, she fully understands the moral consequences of what they’re doing, same thing.)

The way Javi dies in her place is nothing short of devastating. The girls are okay with it, Javi wasn’t that useful either, the wilderness has decided, they tell themselves. It wasn’t the wilderness who decided, it was Misty, looking out for Nat as always. She showed her a loophole and Nat took it. When faced with her own mortality, despite saying that dying would have been better, despite being jealous of Jackie’s fate, dear God in that moment she chose to live, she stopped fighting to reach Javi, she watched him die with the others. She adapted. She will go along with the group now, she’ll eat the child she killed and she’ll live with that for the rest of her life, she won’t compartmentalize it, won’t be in denial, won’t become a textbook case of arrested development back home. She’ll drink and do drugs and go to therapy and try and try and fucking TRY to grapple with that one split second choice. She never will. She’s too good of a person to ever forgive herself.

#Yellowjackets #Yellowjackets spoilers #Natalie Scatorccio

[mogamingthe1st]

Life Series Playlist (Outdated)

An update (below cut)

Third Life:

To My Enemies by Saint Motel- This one is the vibes for the start of the season. Upbeat, not a whole lot of angst yet.

I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters- Bdubs betrayal of Impulse

Dead Girls by Penelope Scott- Scott after Jimmy's death. "I don't see her but I see her and I know it isn't real but I fake it anyway"

American Healthcare (Glitzy) by Penelope Scott- Martyn, specifically his alliance with Ren

Choke by IDKHOW- More vibes, but later in the season, the red army is coming.

Bad Bad Things by AJJ- The Red King, "If I don't go to hell when I die I might go to heaven, might go to heaven but probably not"

Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives- I might remove this, it used to be Grian's song for being the winner of the season, but I changed it.

Lukewarm by Penelope Scott- End of season Grian and his win. "Throw a punch, watch it sail through the air; keep talking but there's nobody there" among other lyrics.

Last Life:

Hayloft II by Mother Mother- Setting the stage for this season, it's unhinged in an angsty way is how I describe it.

Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives- Cleo burning the forest. Yes this one is specific, but it does double as the vibes of the Fairy Fort alliance.

Who Are You Really? by Mikky Ekko- The southlands alliance. Just them.

Born2Run by Penelope Scott- This is later in the season when things are picking up and there's more drama.

Bad Girls by M.I.A.- Gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss because they deserve it <3

Curses by The Crane Wives- Scar? I want it to be Scar. "There's still cobwebs in the corners, and the backyard's full of bones" he is lonely and it makes me sad

Feel Better by Penelope Scott- Bdubs. Bdubs and Etho omg. "But someone loved me, someone fucking loved me"

Goodbye by Bo Burnham- Scott as his winner's song. I feel like Scott finished the series realizing he was now alone even though he won.

Double Life:

Smokey Eyes by Lincoln- Once again we begin with the overall feel of the season.

Canary in a Coal Mine- haha rancher duo, I love them, I'm not over the canary curse STILL being real after 4 seasons, wtf man

You and Me by Lifehouse- A nice song for the healthy relationship that is clock duo. Also it mentions clocks. (I specifically have the extended wedding song version lol)

Too Close by Sir Chloe- This one is desert duo and Ren and bigb, but I really think it's from Scar's POV "you get too close, take the one I love the most"

Burning Pile by Mother Mother- Boat boys. The ship burns everything burns. Yep.

No Children by The Mountain Goats- Listen to this in the context of double life and tell me it's not Scott and Pearl. "I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow, I hope it bleeds all day long"

Limited Life (very unfinished):

Never Be Alone by Shadrow- I know, I know, but hear me out. This season feels very watcher-y and also brings back the boogeyman and just feels like everyone has to be on edge at all times.

Fighting With The Melody by Jimmy Urine- honestly idk I just brought this one over from my C!Grian playlist because it fit. "Welcome to your fate, end of the line" and "You are so dead, dancing with the enemy"

Hell's Comin' With Me by Poor Man's Poison- I have this down for TIES, but mostly Impulse since he made it to the end, idk

Problems by Mother Mother- The bad boys yeeeaaaaahhhhhh. "I am a sinner, you are a saint" among other lines.

I'm Gonna Win by Rob Cantor- This is Martyn's winner song, he legit went insane at the end there what can I say. "I'll never lose, I'll never die"

Here's a link also I will take suggestions, this is legitimately just my music taste

#life series #third life #last life #double life #limited life #ive had this in my drafts for months #life series playlist #mo speaks

[dawnofgod]

Dream #4

I was going to school, feeling like something is off but I put that aside. I'm trying to get to my class early so that I could have some free time, but no matter what, I can't seem to run normally, it was like I'm lagging.

When I was at class, I have become more concern, and went back downstairs. (and apparently left both my backpack and my phone there.)

I went down and saw a fricking leg just standing there, I have no idea if it's a mannequin or a real person's. I didn't get a better look at it because I was panicking that I can't run very much.

I went to some kind of building that was not supposed to be in any school EVER, but eh. And heard some conversation that was important but I forget it anyway.

I stand there, confused, when I heard (someone whose apparently) my classmate talking to me. At that point I have already made up my mind that, something is off, I don't want to go to school, I NEED to skip school today. But since someone saw me and already know I was here, I can't just fake not going to school. And so I ask him to not told anyone I was here, 'cause I'll skip school today because I don't feel so well. He agreed.

I realize that I forgot my backpack and phone in my class, so I run back with my lagging af motion. Eventually idk how but I kinda ended up seeing my dad, we talk for a bit, and for some reason, I still didn't ask him to take me home. Then it was too late, a creature (that now I think about it, kinda resemble a piece of cardboard) came out of nowhere and both of us flee into a different direction and now I've lost my dad. Great.

I decide to find a toilet to hide in while waiting for school to be over, but unfortunately ended up in a crowd. A teacher found me(idek if that's my homeroom teacher???) And so, I've decided to use a different approach and just ask to go home. They DID allow me to call someone to pick me up.

And then BOOM! There's choices popping up in front of me, it was a time limit choice all the name on it was long as hell and I don't even know what the heck are these choices refering to! (There were 8 choices i think)

Panicked, I pick the first choice, not knowing what I just pick, I've only become more horrified when I heard someone giggles and a lot of people were smiling creepily.

A car came not long after, I wanted so desperately to get in and just get out of this 'school' but my instinct once again don't dare to step into the car, and then someone step out of it having the same creepy smile on their face. 'I knew it!' I thought. while my face slowly show how terrified I must have been, Everyone in school only smile wider and laughing louder, and eventually they just-

They FRICKING kill me, I tried to fight back but it's the entire school vs me.

In my last moment I saw what the car was, it was a taxi.

Then I woke up, in the moment I was about to chose.

I try my luck on the second choice.

I die the same fate but the car was Uber this time.

I woke up again in the same place, and decided to do something different.

So in my next couple of time, I try to use negotiation, threaths, manipulation.

It doesn't work.

And I think of an Idea, what if I kill myself first? What would happen? Why did all of them want to kill me anyway?

And I did just that, they did not see this coming! You should have seen their horrified face! One of them even try to stop me! Or, y'know try to be the one to kill me instead.

I didn't immediately reset after I died this time, and instead become a ghost, and after a while I get to actually talk to one of them(the kid who was trying to stop me)

And so, I know why they want to kill me so much. They need a stand-in. They were a vengeful soul that cannot be reborn or go to heaven and even hell, forever stuck in this god forsaken place, that's why they want to be the one to kill me.

After all that information and actually getting along with a lot of other spirits, I wake up.

But like hell, I was about to stop??????

So I just keep on dreaming. And went back to the save choices.

Ugh.

So now that I know all of their story, I chose the seventh option.

I call the police and they came and shot every single person that was near me and I went back safely with the police.

There was also this alternate timeline where I get along with my 'classmate' (the one I meet earlier in the dream)

We get along so well that he doesn't want me to die and in the end sacrifice himself so that I can escape. Thaks, man.

Anddddd that's pretty much it!

Whew! I haven't had this clear of a dream in quite some time!

#dream #death in the dream #vengeful #ghost #spirits #police actually do something

[foilfreak]

Beauty and Her Beast: Summary and Ch.1

A Salvatore Moreau x Female!FishMutant!oc fic based on this idea I had the other day that a very specific subset of the fanfom went absolutely apeshit for, which I'm here for and decided to act on. I can't make any promises for consistent uploading or even a finishes product by the end of this, but so long as im still interested in working on it, I'll keep working on it, and if im not, then I wont, plain and simple. Anyways, here's the summary and chapter 1, please let me know what you think of the story so far, i hope you all enjoy (you'd better all enjoy), and I can't wait to see you all again for chapter 2. Bye! <333 (Link to ao3 posting will be in comments so check there if you want to read it there instead)

Warning: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

Summary:

Now, I’m sure everyone already knows the ancient tales that tell of a beautiful young woman slowly falling in love with a horrific monstrosity of a man. The pure and true love this innocent beauty comes to feel for him, despite his terrifying appearance, is the key that breaks the cruel and twisted curse under which he’d been kept prisoner. This allows the man behind the monster to not only return to his true human form, but then go on to live his Happily Ever After with the beauty who saved him. Everyone already knows of these tales, as well as the messages behind them, however that is not quite the way this particular tale plays out.

The tale I am about to tell bears many similarities to the one above, however there are also quite a few important differences. For while the original detailed a beauty falling for a monster because of the kind and loving man he was behind his hideous exterior, this is a tale of a beauty, with a few monstrous qualities of her own, falling in love with a kind and loving monster, not at all despite his grotesque appearance, but rather, in part, because of it.

This is a tale, where the Beast still falls for his Beauty first, but the Beauty is the one who will be pursuing her Beast.

Chapter 1: Mother's Gift

Few of those who lived isolated from the outer world, high up in the mountains of Romania, would expect anyone of reasonable sanity to be out traveling in this hellish sort of weather. The wind howling a demonic high pitched tune; snow, sleet, and hail pounding into the ground like an endless shower of bullets from the heavens; and hungry lycans still roaming the area, tirelessly looking for their next meal, would be enough to incentivize even the strongest of mortal men to seek shelter away from the deadly conditions of the outside.

A man by the name of Salvatore Moreau however, one of the 4 lords of this mountain region who lived in the reservoir just past the windmills, did not appear terribly concerned with what other people thought of the traveling conditions. Completely unbothered by the horrifying weather and threat of suddenly being ground into doggy food, the hooded man trudged his way through the dark and barely maintained snow paths. Starting at the reservoir and making his way toward the village, Salvatore moved as quickly as his deformed body would permit, an unusually chipper spring added to his lumbering hobble of a walk.

Mother had a gift for him.

Yes, a truly joyous day it was whenever Mother Miranda called upon him to join her and the other lords for a meeting. Miranda was usually so busy with her experiments that she rarely had time to visit her children outside of these ‘family meetings’ they’d been having recently. However, it would appear as though Mother has come up with a solution of some kind to this problem and wishes to share it with them in person. Whatever this solution is, the mutated man has no idea, as Mother Miranda had been quite vague in her message, however the fact that Salvatore was being given the chance to see his radiant mother AND receive a gift from her, all in one day, was more than enough to make up for how agonizingly lonely he’s been these last few months since winter set in, as well as how agonizing it was for him to walk in this weather.

Salvatore arrived at the usual meeting site just as the clock struck 8pm, precisely as Mother had instructed. However, much to the hooded man’s confusion, when he turned the handle on the large wooden door to enter the room, he quickly realized that he was currently the only one present. This was especially strange considering that, usually, at least one of his siblings was always present a little earlier than necessary, usually Alcina or Karl, but occasionally Donna with Angie in tow.

Mother had clearly said in her message that she wanted to start the meeting at 8pm sharply, so where on earth is everyone?

“Moreau” Mother Miranda’s voice called out, immediately pushing all thoughts from Salvatore’s brain as her powerful, yet lucious voice echoed against the halls of the room like a choir of angels.

“Y-yes! W-what… is it… M-mother Miranda? I-i-i came to you… j-just like you asked” Salvatore responds, bowing his head in reverence as he slowly crosses the room and approaches the otherworldly woman.

“So you did, though I suppose you coming exactly when I call makes the most sense. You always were the most obedient of my children” the woman remarks with casual disdain, her voice devoid of any sort of motherly affection or tenderness. Despite the clear disgust and disregard with which Miranda regards the hooded man standing before her, her words light Salvatore’s soul ablaze, filling his mangled body with intense feelings of heat and desire that melt his heart of the cold, icy frost that had frozen it over the course of the long winter.

“Y-y-yes, y-yes of c-course, Mother M-Miranda! I-i would… I would do any-anything... for y-you. A-anything you s-say... anything y-you n-need… I’d d-do it... f-for you. W-without question!” The deformed man says, practically getting on his hands and knees and crawling as he neared closer and closer to Miranda, stopping only when he’d arrived just in front of the steps the raven mother stood upon, his gaze trained at the ground as he knelt at her feet, awaiting his fate at his mother’s hands.

“I know you would, Moreau,” Miranda says cooly, gently brushing the palm of her hand against the black fabric that covers the top of Salvatore’s head, “which is why I’ve called you here today; to reward you for your loyalty and service to me thus far.”

Salvatore sinks sharp and jagged teeth into the flesh of his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as he desperately tries to silence the needy whine that wanted to tear its way from the back of his throat. His body shivered and twitched in unimaginable delight from the sudden tender caress to his sensitive skin. How long had it been since someone had touched him so gently? How long since someone had spoken to him with such kind and soft words. Took the time to gather presents as a reward for years of faithful servitude? How long since someone had loved him like this?

‘Too long’ the disfigured man sighed to himself, reveling in the soft, gentle contact for as long as he is able.

“Moreau. Look at me” Miranda commanded firmly, and despite not wanting his beloved Mother to be forced to bear witness to his hideous face, he complied, lifting his head up and back to allow his gaze to lift from the floor and up at the glowing figure that was his Mother, his beautiful, incredible, intelligent, majestic mother.

The light shining down from above illuminates Miranda from behind. From Salvatore’s perspective on the floor, the light darkens her face and most of her torso and waist, giving a softened, almost ethereal glow around Miranda’s figure. This, along with the rest of her garb, makes Mother Miranda appear even more like the holy woman that Salvatore naively believes she still is. Despite her less than affectionate treatment of him thus far, Salvatore still stared up at the darkened face of Mother Miranda, his eyes shining with reverence, love, desire, and unending devotion.

“Y-yes... Mother?” Salvatore breathed, barely able to speak above a whisper as Miranda stepped away, gesturing for him to follow.

“Are you ready to collect your gift now?” The raven mother asks, speaking more softly than before and even holding her hand out to Salvatore, her pose and appearance mirroring that of a powerful god taking mercy upon her wretched follower, reaching out to reward the years of faithful servitude and worship.

Salvatore, barely able to keep himself calm as he stumbled to his feet, did not grace Mother Miranda’s question with a proper response, instead practically racing to take the woman’s outstretched hand in his own.

“I’m ready Mother… I-I’m ready for... my g-gift now… can I… c-can I have it n-now… p-please?” Salvatore begs, pulling at Miranda’s hand like an overly excited child, seemingly unaware of the disgusted twist of her face when the hooded man’s cold, slimy fingers firmly latched onto hers.

“Of course, my child” Mother Miranda says, pulling her hand back from Salvatore’s and instead placing it along the man’s hunched back, beginning to guide him to wherever it was the raven mother had hidden his gift.

As Salvatore limped next to Mother Miranda, the deformed man couldn’t help but wonder what exactly it was that Mother had gotten for him. Was it a new cloak, to replace the worn one he was currently wearing? Perhaps a new set of romance films so he didn’t have to rewatch the ones he already owned over and over again anymore? Or maybe it was something to help with his digestion?

It would be nice to get his chronic acid reflux under control again.

Regardless of what the gift actually turned out to be however, Salvatore was merely pleased that he was finally getting a chance to spend time with Mother Miranda all by himself for a change.

Maybe, if he was lucky, she’d even agree to hold him, just like she always did back when he was still undergoing cadou treatment.

Oh how wonderful that would be!

#salvatore moreau #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8 village #resident evil 8: village #mother miranda #beauty and her beast #fic #mine #chapter 1 #re8 #re8 village #re village #salvatore moreau x reader #moreau x reader #moreau x oc #salvatore moreau x oc

[antirepurp]

stone ocean man. im sure i’d do a better job at unwrapping it if i gave myself some time and a revisit even but for now here’s the juice i got out of it (long post warning ooh)

((also here’s my twitter thread on it if you’re curious about that??))

part3 parallels. that shit hit hard whenever it happened and especially at the end. and like, even jolyne and pucci are a kind of a parallel to jotaro and dio, but they have such a different energy. i already made a post before about part3 being sad and part6 being angry and i think i still stand by it - but also it almost feels like that, whereas jotaro was driven by desperation to save his mother and dio was an asshole for the sake of it, in the case of part6 it was pucci who was driven by desperation, and jolyne was his personal bastard (although she had legitimate reasons for being an angry pain in his ass lol)

i don’t necessarily like the apparent weight of fate in the jojoverse (i mean in a meta sense all events in fiction are fate...), but the way part6 handled it felt good. like hell yeah give me people who actively decide to defy the idea of fate by punching it in the throat, and an antagonist who craves that lack of control more than anything and has their thinking warped by that obsession. it’s a good contrast, and i think by jojo standards anyway it was handled very well

there’s issues with this part. there’s fucked up shit in this part. a lot of that revolves around weather and pucci and i don’t know if im the right person to talk about it a lot of it?? i know for certain that that is Not how genetics work though. and there’s The Everything that happened in the prison, and like prison systems tend to be fucked up, but idk feels weird when you’re reading this media and you almost can’t really tell how much of that shit is exaggerated because it’s jojo. again, idk if im the person to talk about this shit, i don’t know if i have all the facts and shit for it. but like yeah i did have to take a step back every now and then while reading, there’s a lot of upsetting things here and im certain the handling of the topics could’ve been more delicate

dio’s diary. i desperately wanna share my musings but with the part3 ties im hesitant to since his world is still ongoing. but it’s very good, the pasta it offers

and like part6 dio is interesting, too. i know it’s a bit of a retconned take and all, but the glimpses of like humanity in him were fun to see. makes me want to think that he was just going apeshit in part3 waiting for jotaro to get to cairo and just really really hated the tarot stand users/the 9 gods lol and im ngl that’s a very entertaining take. and like as a side-note i especially love how eyes of heaven took advantage of the dio elements part6 introduced, i couldn’t stop thinking about that

white snake my belovhated. the disc ability is so fun to consider, the way it kept like expanding and becoming more precise over the course of the story was like, ok a bit silly but it opens up fun possibilities? like precise memory manipulating and shit. could pucci have given people new memories, if he had kept going? that and, if you combine the stand ejection shit with the arrow, do you get infinite stands? probably not but that Would be hilarious come on

also the one stand per person rule? it’s funny to me how the discs get that overwritten when it’s convenient for Plot and also it’s infuriating because askjdhasj rules and also it opens up interesting possibilities that i’d love to explore later ah

i had been curious about the specifics of how c-moon was like made and i think the explanation given was all right, and kind of interesting and offers me pasta also. it was a cool stand and already pretty op on its own. idk how i feel about made in heaven just yet, it’s like... there’s so much to it and i have small brain disease but i like the way it contrasts the world in terms of abilities. also the design fucking SLAPS and it’s a shame we don’t see it more

i love the stone ocean gang so much and so dearly. jolyne is definitely my favorite jojo out of the parts i’ve seen/read so far, she is so so good. her relationship with jotaro is also done pretty well i think? idk, i know she must’ve like thought over her feelings of him off-screen and we don’t get to see that which fucks with the pacing a bit, but all things considered it wasn’t too bad. i love the kujos dearly and im going to think about them a lot. emporio deserves the world obviously

idk if it’s too early to call stone ocean my favorite part but it might just be that. there’s a lot to love, the gang is iconic on the startdust crusaders level imho, the ending hits different. i can see why people wouldn’t like it as much as the rest but it really just hit the right tones with me, like i’ve never felt that genuinely sad while watching jojo let alone laughed as fucking hard as i did at some of the shit that happened

stone ocean good :)

#soda offers you a can #stone ocean spoilers #jjba #im gonna be thinking about this one for a while yeah #kind of can't wait to start musing something out of it if i get that far...

[dreamiesdotcom]

perhaps, Cupid | nct dream

Summary: You lay down in your bed, watch 13 change to 14 as the clock passes 11:59. You close your eyes, sigh, and hope that the world stops at 12:00 before promptly deciding that Valentine's Day is cancelled.

word count: 2.3k

moon's note: idk why but i usually give gifts during occasions... and out of random... but since its v-day and i caNT give y'all any gifts because idk which part of the world you lovelies are at, so maybe you can please have 2322 words of my nonsense? I tried

When Lee Jeno, the infamous Na Jaemin's best friend, walked inside the room to the dance club's meeting room with all sheepish 'Hello's and eye-smiles, you underestimated just how much havoc he could bring into your life. He seemed way too soft for his own good like he had no mischief under his sleeve — the exact reason why when he poked your sides to get your attention and asked you if you'd "help the dumb kids get together", you were more thrilled than concerned.

Right now, you think you should've agreed with Renjun and said 'that's a bad idea'.

Donghyuck, Jaemin's dormmate, wasn't even there when you planned things out, but well, you blame him. Jaemin bitterly staring at Jisung as the younger gets cuddled by Chenle? Hyuck's fault. Jisung blushing incomprehensible whenever it's Jaemin's turn to dance? Hyuck's fault. It's been days and resident sweet boy absolutely makes no move to court Jisung? Hyuck's fault as well.

"This pining is painful to watch," even Renjun can't help but point out even if he didn't even agree to the plan. Jeno sends you a victorious smile. "Jaemin, he's crushing hard on you."

"Yes, but what if he doesn't like me because—" you don't even get to clearly hear his reasons. You shake your head. Jeno's smile falters.

Jaemin sulks a lot about Jisung spending more time with Renjun than he does with Chenle, and asks the other if Jisung has a crush on him. Renjun groans in loathing, asks him to just go and make a move and repeats the same speech for days. Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months, and absolutely nothing happens.

Oh, well, maybe something did. Maybe along the way, you realized that Lee Jeno is one hell of an attractive man.

"Heaven's, Jeno, stop it! Stop pushing me to the side, I can't see what they're doing!"

"They're reading a book for the subject Jisung's tutoring Jaemin in."

"It's a library. Aren't you just inquisitive? That's why they're here. Now let me see!"

"Y/N!"

"Jeno!" you hiss back, still whisper-yelling turning to decently state at him only to find that he's already looking at you. You tilt away in shock, "Flippity pancakes, distance!"

You see, when you start matchmaking, the goal is to get people together — definitely not fall in love with your partner in crime.

"Just say fuck, no one would kill you," he hisses back. The same whining tone is there as he peeks on the other table, "Saying 'flippity pancakes' in a weird accent doesn't wash away your intentions, so just say it already."

"No."

"I dare you."

"No!"

"I double-dare you."

"Jeno."

"Y/N."

"No."

"Do it," he huffs,"Say 'fuck'."

The way he mouths it as if teaching a child to say their first words make you burst out laughing, and for the rest of the day, you forget the mission and get lost into playing games of your own in the library, muffled hums and all. Renjun decides that he's not gonna get any studying done at this table and waves you both goodbye, and you watch as Jeno smiles at him, an expression worthy to compare to that of a luminous star.

And oh, you're in love.

It wasn't all your fault, though. Jeno was way too pretty, too lovely to not fall for. It just so happens that like the fate of you and all things beautiful, you don't deserve him.

You don't deserve him, so he never gets to know.

###

"Be my date for Valentine's day?"

"Hell no."

Apparently, his family has this little gathering that coincidentally matched that time, and he stubbornly refuses to go alone. Why you ask? No reason. He just doesn't want to 'go alone and be forced to socialize with mean cousins' and you spent most of the time teasing about how he's probably one of the mean kids in his family. The rest of the bus ride on the way to school remains silent aside from the neverending proposals and bribings — "I'll treat you candy for one month! I'll do whatever you say for three months! I'll even do your assignments!"

It would be a lie to say it's not tempting, but oh, isn't this just the perfect opportunity to ask Jisung out? The enthusiasm in Jeno's eyes matches yours, and the answer is obvious here: Exactly.

For a whole different reason, the bus ride home is silent too. You sit side by side in pure quiet, Jaemin tugging at your sleeves every now and then to gain your attention. You brush him off, keeping your head against the glass with your eyes closed. You don't speak even after getting inside his apartment and the indifference makes Donghyuck pause halfway his concerned nagging, deciding to usher Renjun and Jeno out with such lame excuse of buying ingredients for dinner.

You go straight to their bathroom to get some supplies, and Jaemin sits on the couch, antsy. He silently curses Donghyuck for leaving, Huang Renjun and Lee Jeno too, those traitors. You sit in front of him, doing your stuff without making eye contact.

"Please talk to me—"

"Shut up."

A dejected whimper leaves his lips, and you quite possibly break. You sigh as if to calm down, and you mutter a warning: "Don't."

"But why aren't you talking to me?"

Why... why would you even ask that?

"You promised me, Jaemin. You made a promise to me." you coldly say, dainty fingers pressing cotton against the cut in his lip. "You promised me that you'll stop getting into fights."

Realization seems to flash in his eyes. He seems torn between reasoning and apologizing, but first, he chases after the hand you pulled away from him. You shrug him off harshly this time.

"I did, for the longest time, you saw that! But he called Jisung a—" he looks at you with betrayed eyes, as if a kicked puppy. He never liked that tone. He never liked how distant that felt coming from you, so tears brim his eyes. "Don't be so cold to me..."

"Jisung let him be. Isn't that enough hint that it's not worth it?" your tone remains the same. The fear in your chest remains stubborn, and no matter how many times he squeezes the hand he's holding, it doesn't bring you ease. It only urges tears that you try so hard to hold back as you croak out,

"Jaemin, this will not make him fall in love with you."

The world seems to pause.

"But I already love him." He answers quickly, honestly, and the raw sincerity in his tone is just a fine, thorough stab in the gut. "And I just want to protect him."

It's painful how you're not even regretting this as much as you should — maybe, part of the reason you keep on chasing him is because it's painful. True to your twisted self, maybe it's the sole reason after all. You don't know why you keep on doing this to yourself — you hate it. You hate how the more things hurt you, the deeper you fall. You hate how you can't seem to tear away from him as quick as possible because you know that what comes next will be even more painful, and might even destroy you.

With all these thoughts inside your mind, you let him lean his head in the crook of your neck, holding him in the way you always wanted. Selfishly, you hope that it could always be like this.

"I know, Nana..." you whisper, his locks soft as silk as you brush them with your fingers. "and for the exact same reason, I want to protect you too."

You take a deep, shaky breath. "So don't hurt yourself. Not for anyone, not for the world... no matter how much you love them."

Why is it so easy to say the things that'd keep you safe, but so hard to even attempt just following them? It's as if the Universe wants you hurt, wants to see you bleed unshed blood. It doesn't make sense.

The rules have been pretty simple; never fall in love. You're helping people get together — you come later, priorities first. Don't fall in love; not with your partner, not with your other accomplices, and especially, not with the fools you're helping.

The rule has been simple. Only that you think, it was way easier to break them than to follow, and you've failed this rule pretty early on.

Just how can you not adore Na Jaemin?

###

You laugh loudly, almost hitting your head to your headboard as you look at Jisung's post. In the picture, Jaemin smiles bubbly, and the caption's way too cheesy to read. Even though you were the one who helped them get together, it's still hard to believe that they actually did, these messes of human beings. You type out a quick 'Congrats to surviving one year together. Give credits to my brain cells, pls' and then turning the device off.

You lay down in your bed, watch 13 change to 14 as the clock passes 11:59. You close your eyes, sigh, hope the world stops at 12:00 before promptly deciding that Valentine's Day is cancelled.

Your phone vibrates in your hold, and you grumble.

From: not hyuck

Hi

It's Valentine's day

Let's use that as an excuse to get ice cream at midnight

You stir, set on ignoring his message, but you quickly shoot up once you hear the sound of something — hopefully not pebbles, God, let it not be pebbles — hitting your window. Seriously?!

To: not hyuck

Is that

Is that you throwing stones at my fucking window

STOP YOU MIGHT BREAK THE GLASS

And that's exactly how you found yourself with sticky fingers from the desert's residue, watching red lights cover the city in celebration of love. It seems ironic. Today of all days, you don't feel dear at all — it's alright, you convince yourself, it's been a year and it's hurting less now.

It's all lies, of course. It doesn't matter that it wasn't this painful all the other days; what matters is that now it hurts, and it fucking hurts like hell.

From up here, if you spread your arms and think hard enough, the wind would make it seem as though you're flying. You do just like that, the flavor of vanilla suddenly so bitter on your tongue as you realize that there's no escape. Oh, how you hate this day. It makes you chuckle.

Renjun sighs, "What's troubling you?"

"Fun. What gave me away?"

"Your eyes." He shrugs. "They sure tell more things about you than your mouth does."

"How do they look?" you ask out of curiosity, unconsciously moving up to feel your lashes. "My eyes..."

"Well, right now... they look kind of conflicted. Sad. Happy. Somewhere in between, like the person who owns them... doesn't really know. And, well, they're incredibly..." Renjun ponders for a bit; beautiful, he wanted to say. "Hard to read."

"Doesn't sound like it if you said that much."

Did it sound so rude that you were nonchalant? Probably. You're too tired to mind, though. It'd be a lie to say you didn't expect this, to feel alone once they get together, to be scared of being erased in their lives, to be afraid of being less important now. You knew none of them would be real, but that doesn't stop you from being afraid. Would it make sense to say you don't care at all, at this point? To say you don't give a damn when truly, you do. You care so much you feel indifferent.

"You liked them, didn't you?"

And then comes along the question you're most afraid of.

"You were in love with Jisung... now, you're in love with Jaemin." he muses to himself, "Yet you're the one making sure they end up together. What the hell are you?"

Since there's no place for lies in friendship...

"Do you see the way they look? They deserve to be happy, and me... well. Well, I..." you search for words you can't seem to find. After all, you don't even know where to go now — isn't this what you wanted? For Jisung and Jaemin to get together. What's this all about? You bemusedly shake your head, "Should've just fallen for you, huh."

Accelerate, heartbeat, flying — you turn to look at his direction — your eyes tell, your eyes say so much... how do you feel?

"You'd catch me, right, Renjunnie?"

"I'm not some back-up plan, excuse you." He rolls his eyes, huffing, "But, why not? Certainly. Would be my pleasure."

You stare at him in wonder, awestruck, amused and amazed. It's just a random joke you made so you wouldn't have to answer him truthfully, but goddamn, this — you feel oddly seen, chosen; as if you've never been chosen before. Maybe he's right. His heart picks up speed as more minutes pass in silence, so he looks away and smiles sheepishly.

Renjun closes his eyes briefly, "You didn't answer my question, though. To do whatever the hell you were doing... what the fuck are you?"

Both poison and sugar linger on your lips as you smile.

"Perhaps, Cupid."

Maybe, yes, right, Cupid. Makes sense. A matchmaker who creates perfect love, and quite possibly, trouble. Always setting people up but maybe not themselves. Renjun agrees, and so he whispers,

"Suits you. An angel."

You stare at him again, only this time around it's soft but startled, and for a brief moment of losing himself, Renjun whispers in his mind — hey, Cupid. Love me, will you?

Instead, in the real world, he gives you the same exact gaze — only fonder. Renjun knows. He knows that you fell in love thrice in this journey; once, with Park Jisung, another, with Lee Jeno, and lastly, with Na Jaemin. 

Maybe, just maybe, Renjun wishes that at this tale of Valentine's chapter closed, you'll fall in love with him too.

#nct dream #nct dream oneshot #nct dream fanfic #nct dream x reader #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream soft hours #nct dream soft angst #jeno fanfic #jeno oneshot #jeno x reader #jeno scenarios #jeno imagines #jeno fluff #jeno angst #jaemin scenarios #jaemin fanfic #jaemin imagines #jaemin oneshot #renjun imagines #renjun fluff #renjun angst #renjun oneshot #jisung is a soft boi #haechan's just a cutie passing by #we don't know where markle @ #happy valentines day!!!! #this is not relevant but i need you to know that renhyuck bffs in this fic

[mittensmorgul]

Hey, so I'm a staunch "the finale was clearly a djinn dream and didn't happen" supporter. But I'm just curious about something that happened in that djinn dream. And that is, when Bobby says "well Cas helped," are we actually supposed to assume that Cas was resurrected? Or were we supposed to assume that, since Jack was only able to become god and fix heaven thru Cas' help, Bobby was just acknowledging the role that Cas played? And Cas is still in the Empty? I know I shouldn't care about the writer's intentions -- and I typically don't. But in this particular instance, I'm just curious. Because I want to know if, after that trainwreck of a finale, if the writers were trying to a) give us one last "fuck you" by not actually bringing Cas back, or were they b) actually trying to give us something in telling us "yes, Cas was resurrected even tho we couldn't/wouldn't show it." Idk if this ask makes sense. I guess I'm just trying to determine how much we were fucked over lol. And I've just been thinking about Cas recently and was wondering about this. Anyway, hope you have a good day 🙃😁

Hello anon friendo! I’ll start by offering the socially distanced high five your stance on the finale merits. :’D

I’m gonna start off by saying that I am also irked that they failed to make even this vague, offscreen potential redemption for Cas clearly and textually canon. LIke, if the intent was for us to understand that Cas was saved from the Empty, they kinda... failed on every level to deliver that. I mean, I personally have chosen to give them the benefit of the doubt and assume that they intended for it to be proof that Cas was no longer in the Empty, but that’s only because I am so personally horrified by the fact that the way they did address it in canon makes it equally plausible that Cas remained in the Empty forever, and that’s... that’s just too awful to contemplate at all.

Except... I know with my brain that if that was actually their intent, to make it clear to us that Cas was saved from the Empty, it literally would’ve taken one more line to confirm that, and they decided not to do that.

“Cas helped.”

versus

“Cas helped. He’s around here somewhere.”

or

“Cas helped. He’s helping with a lot of stuff up here now.”

or

“Cas helped. He’ll probably drop by to see you soon enough.”

but like... any of that implies that Dean will see Cas again, and I guess they couldn’t even allow the implication that Dean might reciprocate his feelings, even post-canon in Heaven when they’re all dead and there’s no actual consequences.

So like... I both give them the benefit of the doubt, AND simultaneously hold the whole thing in contempt. It was the most infuriating and unsatisfying ending in the history of endings, except for maybe Sam’s wig. Like... if anything confirms that Cas couldn’t even be acknowledged from having been saved from what is canonically the worst possible fate, the eternal torment of suicidal depression incarnate, lest Destiel be undeniably confirmed canon, then like... there you go.

But you’re right. This whole finale was Chuck’s djinn dream. Like maybe as a human he was so desperate for power that he went and sought out a djinn and deliberately sacrificed himself to it in exchange for having this one final pathetic dream of an episode. Because that’s what the entire finale felt like. Chuck’s terrible and disjointed worst case scenario win. Depressing all around.

For my own personal mental health, in order to engage with the episode at all (even just to yell about how bad it was), I have to assume that Cas was saved, because the alternative is just too sickening to contemplate. And makes every other character (and especially Jack) into a villain. If Jack had the power to save Cas, then I don’t think for a second he would’ve been able to let him languish in the Empty forever, since the only reason he was there in the first place was sacrificing himself to save Jack... fair is fair, and I don’t think Jack as a character could’ve left him there. Cas had always been the one who believed in him, sacrificed himself multiple times for Jack. And Jack unwittingly saved Cas once from the Empty. It’s unimaginable to me that he wouldn’t have done it again, on purpose this time.

I also find it equally implausible that if Jack did save Cas from the Empty that Cas wouldn’t have returned to Earth, either. So there’s another plot hole for us to consider. There’s just... when you look at the finale as a whole, none of it actually makes sense. So honestly, for anyone with two brain cells to rub together, the best approach is to not think about it too hard and dismiss it via whatever alternative headcanon suits your personal preferences instead. I guarantee whatever fic version of the finale you can come up with will be better than what actually aired. >.>

#spn 15.20 #Anonymous

[datingdonovan]

ok. ok. you asked about my thoughts on ceceten so i'm here again with yet another long ask (๑^-^;๑) let's gooooo!!!

first time you met tendō was at this local bookstore that has a cute vintage section. you both reached for the same book and he got it first but upon realizing your interest in the copy on his hands, he passed it over to you. he told you he already owns several copies of that title —it is, in fact, one of his favorite books and he happens to collect different editions— but he'd rather you have this one.

you have read the book too so you thank him and start talking about it. you both get so excited and carried away in conversation that you forget to ask each other's names.

back at home, you can't stop thinking about him but you decide it must be fate that neither of you asked for name/socials so you let it go...

he can't get you out of his mind either but he thinks it's funny you can't contact each other; it relieves the pressure of trying to figure things out (this way, he thinks, he doesn't have to keep wondering if he should text you immediately or wait a few days; if he has to ask you out to dinner or a café... the truth is tendō is tired of all the dating protocol so he lets it go too)

few weeks pass and you find him again at the same bookstore!!! you immediately approach him and start animatedly talking again but still, no names are exchanged. this happens a few more times and then you discover yourself looking for him expectantly every time you go to that bookstore (you feel a little sad when he is not there but sure it means nothing, right?)

theeeen i pester you about having found the perfect man for you when i went to get some drinks with a friend of mine, and i'm so annoying insistent that you comply to a date yes. this links to the first match thingy i wrote, sorry!!. i talked wonders about you all night so tendō is hella intrigued and he decides to give dating one last chance... and when the date finally comes you are both shocked in the most positive way!! cute bookstore-guy is actually your blind date!!!!!

god. that is so long!! sorry about that lmfao

OMG STOP ANOTHER ONE???? WHAT AM I THE LUCKIEST PERSON EVER???? this is literally so cute whaaaaaatttt and again you like hit the nail on the head in every aspect I feel like I must be such an open book to you hahahaha.

oh my gosh. the vintage bookstore reminds me of this place I went a few times when I was studying abroad, and I found this first edition copy of one of my fave books, Vernon God Little, but it was 25 euro and at the time I was like, what an EXORBITANT FEE!!!!!! but now that it's been a while I look back and im like. um.... so remind me again why didn't I buy the 25 euro Vernon god little.... lol. which is also so funny bc I could actually see tendō loving that book. its like this extremely dark satire idk I can completely see us geeking out over it and like being so surprised that somebody else loves this book this much because like, a lot of people really hate it, and heaven forbid if you try to explain it to people that haven't read it they're like, what. that sounds like a horrible book lol. that would totally be like, the moment where we're like, yeah. green flags. the stars are aligning.

but also YEAH I would absolutely be like omg!!! guess it's fate!!! with not being able to reach out lol like wow, this guy who was perfect, I'll never see him again. guess that's good anyway because im terrible with the whole relationship thing. like this was overall a great development. except I would 100% be hoping to see him again everywhere I went in the city omg. when he was back in the bookstore, I'd be elated and oh my gosh not seeing him again after a while would be so sad lol. because eventually it feels like the sort of thing where like, we're just meant to be bookstore friends, and we've both sort of unspokenly accepted that, but it's really sad to like, stop seeing each other as often when that's this thing that both of us are always looking forward to.

and hahahahhaa elle it would be one of those things where its like ok. I guess I'll go on this date but like. I'm still thinking of this random MAN I don't know and like its fine it's okay whatever. guess I'll go a date is a date right. maybe it'll get my mind off him. hahahaha I can see myself being so down in the dumps like why did I even agree to this. and then it's him and I'm like smiling so wide I literally can't even hide the emotion are you kidding. we'd both just be standing there like what is going on but also like skin burning with the wish to just hug and say I missed you what the heckkk. we're both terrible at dating on account of this kind of behavior, but like, I guess it works out for us hahahaha.

omg wait bonus points if we had each other's numbers to text and figure out the details for the date, and so we'd like chatted a little bit but obviously not about anything too deep, and so I get to the restaurant and I see him and im like OMG!!! HI!!! BOOKSTORE GUY!!! WHAT'S UP!!! wish I could stay and chat but im uh actually supposed to be on a date. and he texted me he's here but I can't find him. and like, the realization is so hysterical on tendō's face while I'm looking down at my phone trying to text this guy. he's just unabashedly staring down at me, jaw completely slack, like is this really happening right now. and just as I'm sending the text he's like "IT'S ME!!!!" and im like hm what. and he pulls out his phone and he's like "I'M THE DATE!!" and we're like laughing excitedly and awkwardly for a good thirty seconds oh my gosh.

#ceceten #im literally in <3 #this whole meeting him in a bookstore thing is such a cute idea #bc I honestly had no clue how we'd meet #I was thinking about it the other day and I was like I feel like maybe it would be something where like #our friends are surprised we don't already know each other #and spend all this time trying to get us together (thanks elle <3 :):) hahaha) #but like this hits that trope in such a funny way because actually we DO already know each ther #im so attached to the meeting in person and over text and not knowing each other trope hahahahaha its like a fave #I think it would also be so funny if like one of us realized before the date at some point and had no clue how to tell the other #you're truly feeding my tendou vibes #omg this is reminding me I wrote a tendou Drabble last night. kinda based on the song!!! must post. #haikyuu!! #tendou satori #tendo satori #I love this man elle you're making me love him more all the time #ask #asks #arquitecturadelanada

[kuroororo]

The Tales of KurooCat and a Broke College Student (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

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No, I don’t know what was going on in my head when I decided to write this. And yes, all chara’s are 18+ ❤️ like usual!! Also this is kinda fantasy ish? Like i said, idk what my head went through to make this—

~~~

For the majority of your life, you’ve been alone.

With no friends, absentee parents, and your sweet grandma now in heaven, you spend your days and your inheritance at the college campus. Thankfully, you’re living on a full-ride scholarship so you can stretch your grandmas money pretty far. But until when? Until you graduate and get a job? Until you move into your own home, which will be just as lonely as your last one?

You’ll always be alone. And you’ve fully resigned yourself to that fate.

It was raining in the city. On most days you’d stay at the corner cafe and work on your studies, but too many people have been coming in to seek shelter from the rain. What used to be your quiet haven has now become a rendezvous point for lost souls trying not to get wet. It’s pretty hard to concentrate with all the murmurs and squeaky shoes. Maybe the library will be a more suitable place to study.

So you packed your things and left the cafe. You’d didn’t have an umbrella, but you did have a hood. Slowly, you walked down the sidewalk as passerby’s ran past you to get out of the rain. Subtly, you wondered why they were in a rush. Maybe that man with the blue jacket had a meeting he was late for, maybe that woman with the pink umbrella has to pick up her kid from daycare. Who knows. Whatever it was, the rush in their steps meant they had meaning in their life, whether it be for a job or their family.

You stopped walking and looked up towards the clouds. Did you have meaning to your life? Was there a reason why you were put into this world? The sound of raindrops and remote silence answered you. There wasn’t anyone else on the sidewalk anymore, all found shelters in stores or their destination. With a sigh, you looked back down and continued walking.

Until you heard something come from the alley.

You jolted and peered into the small space, almost sure it was nothing and just your imagination. Until you heard it again.

A low threatening growl reverberated through the alley way, a menacing hiss following. You heard another hiss, this one quieter but struck cold fear down your spine. Just as you were about to step into the alley, multiple crashes bounced off the trash cans before they all clattered to the ground. To your utter dismay, a snake slithered out of the rubbish and headed deeper into the alley.

And a lone black cat limped into the open.

It was a rather small tom with a tuff of hair covering its eye. It made out two, weak steps before his front leg gave in and collapsed onto the floor.

Biting your lip, you looked around to see if there was anyone else around to help. Nobody. Carefully, you crouched down beside the cat and raised a hand to poke its ear.

“Are you dead?”

His ear twitched and the uncovered eye opened and stared at you with as much attitude as a human could muster. Almost like it was saying “What do you think?”

“Guess not.”

You looked around again to check if anyone was coming by, but the streets were just as empty as they were the first time. Sighing, you took off your hoodie and used it to gather the cat in your arms.

“I’d call animal control, but it’d probably suck if we both had to wait in the rain, huh?” After wrapping the cat comfortably, careful of it’s wounded paw, you smiled down at him. “And you haven’t bitten me yet, so why don’t we head down to the clinic and get out of the rain together?”

You didn’t really know why you were talking to a cat, or talking to a cat like it was human. And you didn’t know why you were bothering anyways. All you know is that you weren’t expecting a mewl back followed with a nod.

It was...almost human like.

You shook your head and ignored it, starting your detour to the vet.

~~~

“He only has some minor puncture wounds and a sprained ankle. Thankfully, it seems as though the snake that attacked him wasn’t venomous or else he would’ve been dead by now.”

“That’s a relief,” You said, toweling your hair. The staff were nice enough to lend you an extra towel seeing that you entered the clinic soaking wet. “Who knew there would be snakes in the city...”

The man at the counter only shrugged. “Beats me. Also, we didn’t end up finding a tracker chip on the cat either.”

He didn’t have a chip? Maybe his owners didn’t care to put one in, but then again isn’t that protocol now?

Maybe he didn’t have a home after all.

The thought made your heart twist in a familiar, dull, and bittersweet way. What would have happened if there was no one around to help him? Would he be hurt by himself in that alley still? All alone with no one to care about him and worry if he didn’t come home?

Would anyone be worried if I didn’t come home either?

“He could stay here so we could watch over his wounds for the night. The higher vets will probably decide what to do with him later.”

You snapped your head towards the employee and nodded.

“Sounds good. Do you mind if I wait here til the storm ends? It seems like it got worse out there and I really don’t wanna get wet again.”

“Oh, sure!” He said, gesturing towards the waiting room. “Make yourself comfortable.”

You gave him a grateful smile and took a seat in one of the plush chairs. The fabric was cat printed, worn down with use. Deciding that this place is as good as any, you pulled out your laptop from your backpack to continue studying. You read at least four lines from your online textbook before and exasperated nurse rushed out from the back room door.

“Koda?” The nurse said, a bit disheveled. “Can you lend me a hand back here?”

“What’s the problem?”

“That cat won’t let go of her damn sweater!”

What?

You set your laptop down and started headed over to the front desk? “Is there an issue?”

Koda looked back at you with an uneasy smile. “It’s nothing, Miss. It’s just that we’re having a little trouble getting your sweater back. That cat seems to like it a lot. We’ll have it handled shortly.”

And with that, he retreated to the back room with the nurse. You stood there as the sounds of curses, crashes, and distressed meows sounded from behind the door. You leaned over the desk comically, to get a better hear, but after a few more telltale sounds of struggle, you heard one of the nurses cheer.

“YES!- WAIT, NO-“

The door handled jiggled a bit before opening, revealing the black cat balancing from the door handle. In shock, you could only stare with your mouth agape as you two made eyecontact.

“Reowrr!”

And with that declaration, he pounced at you.

You shrieked, half catching him and half guarding yourself before stumbling back and landing on your ass. You blinked and laid there in shock for two seconds before the sounds of purring and the feeling of a tiny head rubbing your neck pulled you out of your stupor.

“Uhm, hey kitty?” You brought a hand up to stroke soft black fur. The cat responded by pawing at your neck and purring louder. You caught the sight of a white bandage wrapped around his front left leg.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am!” The female nurse called out. She came through the door out of breath and glared at the cat. “He wouldn’t let go of your sweater no matter what we tried. Once we got on claw out, he sunk the other one in- He even nipped at me a couple times!”

“He was grabbing at it....Even with his hurt leg?”

The nurse nodded. “Mhm, he was not going to let it go. Until Koda came in to help, that is.”

As if on cue, Koda came in through the door with your torn up sweater.

“Uhm...I’m sorry, miss. That cat right there really put up a fight.”

You moved to stand up, one hand still holding the cat. The other reached out to retrieve your ripped up college sweater that cost $50. You grimaced, holding the tattered clothes. What a waste.

Little licks returned your attention to the furry trouble maker in your arms. Contentedly, he nuzzled further into your nape, a little cold nose poking patterns into your skin. Koda scratched the back of his head. “Well, he sure likes you a lot. Are you sure he isn’t yours?”

You shook your head. “Never had a cat in my life.”

“Do you want one now?”

You turned to the nurse, shocked at the amount of seriousness in her eyes. You then looked down at the fur ball.

“I don’t know..”

Koda made a move to come closer, to pry the cat out of your hands. Sensing the movement, the turned its head and hissed at him, batting at the air with his claws out. “Yeesh! Well he doesn’t like us. And he’ll probably give us hell if we keep trying to help him.” You raised hand to scratch behind the catss ear and he let out a happy mewl.

You thought about it for a bit. Pets weren’t allowed in the dorms. But then again...It’s only breaking the rules if you get caught, right? And you didn’t have a roommate anyways...But-

As if sensing your indecision, the cat meowed at you and patted your face, making you look at it’s brown eyes. You sighed.

“I guess I could take him in...”

“Perfect! We’ll get started on your registration papers now-“

And that’s how you ended up here. With a freshly bathed cat and a bag full of over priced pet supplies.

“And what do you want to name the little rascal?” Koda asked, as you filled in the papers.

You looked down at the cat laying on your feet and noticed how there was a darker splotch of black at the end of its tail.

“...How about Kuroo. It means black tail.”

Koda grinned at you. “Perfect! And would you like to get him neutered?”

At the sound of the word, Kuroo jumped up from your feet and started scratching at your legs hurriedly, meowing in protest. When you looked down, he was shaking his head so vigorously, you were sure he would snap his neck. And he looked like he was sweating.

Can cats even sweat?

Koda seemed to notice this too.

“Guess not.”

~~~

The rain ended up stopping after you completed Kuroo’s papers. You walked down the street with the cat in your arms as the sun started to peek and shine from behind the clouds.

It was nice. And almost blinding.

“What have I gotten myself into.” You sighed, looking down at your new companion. You were carrying him like a baby as he stared up at you. He did that a lot. Just look at you. Normally, you’d be freaked out if someone was watching you for no reason, but then again, this is a cat. Letting go of another sigh, you lifted a hand up and placed a boop on his nose.

Kuroo sneezed.

“You know, Kuroo. You’re gonna be more trouble than your worth.” You mused out loud. A small black paw reached up and batted your chin, almost as if it were attempting to return the favor. “But then again, what’s there to lose.

“It beats being alone again.”

A small noise reverberated from the cat. It sounded a little sad...But can cats do that?

Maybe it was your imagination.

~~~

When you got to your dorm, you set up Kuroos stuff right at the edge of your bed. There was his food bowl, his pillow, a scratching post, his toys. You even opened the window for him in case he wanted to go out every once in a while.

“We’re on the first floor so it shouldn’t be too hard getting in here again. If you want to, of course.” Again, you had no idea why you were talking to a cat. But Kuroo didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he hopped onto your bed and made himself comfortable after kneading your pillow. You shook your head and got ready for bed.

Kuroo insisted on staying with you on the bed, always hopping up again after you set him down on the floor. After the third time you felt the bed dip from his weight, you gave up and snuggled into his fur.

“You’re definitely more trouble than your worth. Be glad your cute.” You said, kissing his little head. Kuroo purred in satisfaction and pressed his face against your lips more, as if asking for more kisses. You only laughed.

At least you weren’t alone anymore.

~~~

The weekends were kind to you, as always. You were thankful for the extra hours of sleep.

When the sunlight finally started peeking through your eyelids, you only groaned and snuggled deeper into the warmth of your pillow.

But it didn’t feel like a pillow.

And did your pillow always feel that heavy?

As if to answer your earlier groan, you heard your cat purr deeply, the rumbles relaxing you instantly.

It’s okay, the pillow just feels heavy because Kuroo was on it-

But that didn’t explain why you felt like you were hugging bare skin though.

You almost ignored it and fell back asleep before you felt your pillow shift and a pair of arms wrap around you.

WhaT-

Your eyes snapped open as you shot up, knocking your head into something hard in the process.

“W-Wha-“ You cries, holding ur bruised forehead.

There in your bed, with arms still around your waist, whilst groaning in pain, laid a terribly handsome man with black hair and-

Cat ears?

Your eyes caught something move behind him under the sheet, the furry end of a tail sticking out.

Brown eyes opened and stared at you.

He had the same color eyes as Kuroo...

Arms loosened around your waist and stretched.

“Morning...”

.

.

You screamed.

~~~

Part 2 Part 3

YEET

I did it. I wrote this and I posted this

And I want to take it down already—- 😂

Let me know if you liked this and if I should continue in the comments. I’m a comment hoe and comments give me life 😔 All love is appreciated ❤️

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #kuroo x reader #tetsurou kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x you #yikeswhathaveidone

[deeryloo]

this was supposed to be a more general post that looks at the similarities between xxxholic and supernatural overall, and while I still want to do that, honestly the only thing I can focus on today is the overlap between watanuki and dean, so that’s what we’re getting instead. 

i’ve been thinking a lot about what makes a character tragic. what makes their story sad. like, supremely, miserably, bone-achingly sad. and, okay, when i say i’ve been thinking a lot about what makes a character tragic, what i really mean is i’ve been thinking a lot about dean winchester and watanuki kimihiro. im rewatching supernatural with one friend, and im rereading xxxholic with another, and the experience is wild because all my wires are crossing in my brain, because dean and watanuki punch me in the gut in the exact same offensively upsetting way, and i really wanna talk about it.

i wanna talk about how the tragedy of dean winchester is that he spends 15 years stretching, like a rubber band, closer and closer to a realized sense of self, to then be repeatedly snapped back to his shitty self-esteem by the exterior forces on the show telling him (directly or otherwise) that he doesn’t deserve better. and that even after dean breaks completely free of his binds and starts to envision a life for solely just himself, he is left to die on a rusty nail and ultimately does not get to experience anything of that dream life of his own. 

and i wanna talk too about how watanuki spends the first half of his journey learning to see his own value, to respect the ways he impacts others, and to actually begin forming meaningful relationships with the people who care about him, only to ultimately sequester himself into a shop he can’t leave for the rest of eternity while the people he loves grow up and leave or die or marry each other so they can keep having kids for the specific purpose of giving watanuki company, so he, too, gets to experience nothing of a life of his own.

like, it’s their shared endings that do me in. maybe they don’t seem the same on the surface (dean dies and goes to heaven, watanuki lives forever in a multidimensional shop he can’t leave), but i feel like narratively the consequences are the same. the damage to viewers looking for a cathartic release is the same. because dean dying and going to a place where nothing changes, he owns nothing, he works for nothing, means the growth he’s allowed as a character has ended. dean died never knowing what it meant to live for himself. he died never knowing how sweet true freedom--from john, from michael, from amara, from chuck, whoever--could be. and, honestly, i think you could say the same for watanuki.

i really feel like yuuko wanted something else for watanuki. yuuko does everything she can to help him understand that his life has meaning and value beyond his own understanding of himself. she tries to get it through his head that acting like he doesn’t matter, sacrificing himself willy nilly--that hurts people. his actions don’t affect just himself. and despite yuuko (and others! the joro gumo, doumeki, SYAORAN to name a few) spending so much time on this with watanuki, watanuki just doesn’t get it. or he does, but decides not to accept it. and because watanuki is stopped in time, trapped in that shop by the series’ end, the growth he’s allowed as a character ends, too. he literally stops living for himself, instead living only for the faint wish yuuko might come back. and it’s terrible. 

there’s just this sense of lessons not really learned for both of them. dean dances for over a decade with the idea that he deserves to die, even if his deepest wish is to live. he toys with the idea of change, the idea of growth. and of course, he gets it to an extent. but the story never lets him really go for it. he’s given moments that indicate he’s ready for something more than hunting, something more than bloody death, but in the end he dies in a random accident and insisting this was always it for him. so what was dean’s true takeaway as a character? for audiences? did he ever really think he deserved something more? 

and for watanuki, I ask the same. so much of watanuki’s arc is about learning the power of kindness and love when offered to those who otherwise don’t receive it, including HIMSELF. he is told over and over again, and seems to believe himself, that he can no longer make choices for other people on their behalf, nor can he try and undo what others do on his behalf. but I really feel the hope is that in teaching this to watanuki, in teaching the power of his own actions for better and worse, that he will make the kind of choices that aren’t needlessly self-sacrificial, because the damage of those self-sacrificial choices is almost always greater than the benefit. so what are we to make of watanuki’s final choice to stay in the shop? “don’t vanish!” says syaoran, but watanuki does exactly that. he literally removes himself from the world, takes on yuuko’s mannerisms and dress, and quits engaging with anyone who isn’t doumeki and kohane. what is our takeaway then? what does watanuki learn about loving himself when he so easily denies himself a future for the sake a dead woman who is never, canon suggests, coming back?

there’s just such a gut wrenching softness to dean and watanuki. such a sense of perseverance in the face of loss and misfortune that drives me up the wall. and there’s such a clear love for each of them from the people around them, too. we’re all a little in love with Dean Winchester. we’re all a little in love with watanuki kimihiro. I keep thinking of Castiel’s words to dean in “despair.” about how he does everything for love, everyone knows it. and I see in my mind doumeki telling kohane about his secret promise to never let watanuki die alone, like that kitten he held by the river in the rain. just as cas and sam and garth and crowley and so many others are dedicated to dean, so are kohane and himawari and yuuko and doumeki dedicated to watanuki. the loyalty both these men inspire from us readers as well as other characters, because of the goodness of their hearts...it kills me that neither of them get to really see it for themselves. how loved they really are. they catch glimpses, but neither gets a life in which that love can really be lived in. it’s just another layer of tragedy they both carry. dean deserved better. watanuki deserved better. 

I could talk about a lot more, and maybe I will later, idk. the wider themes between the two texts, the parallels between castiel and doumeki, the ideas of hitsuzen and fate. but for now I guess I'll stop here. just looking at dean and watanuki is enough pain for one evening, I'd say. 

#I hope this made sense #supernatural #xxxholic #dean winchester #watanuki kimihiro #my thoughts

[archivistsammy]

i’ve been thinking a lot about what makes a character tragic. what makes their story sad. like, supremely, miserably, bone-achingly sad. and, okay, when i say i’ve been thinking a lot about what makes a character tragic, what i really mean is i’ve been thinking a lot about dean winchester and watanuki kimihiro.  im rewatching supernatural with one friend, and im rereading xxxholic with another, and the experience is wild because all my wires are crossing in my brain, because dean and watanuki punch me in the gut in the exact same offensively upsetting way, and i really wanna talk about it. this was supposed to be a more general post that looks at the similarities between xxxholic and supernatural overall, and while I still want to do that, honestly the only thing I can focus on today is the overlap between watanuki and dean, so that’s what we’re getting instead.

i wanna talk about how the tragedy of dean winchester is that he spends 15 years stretching, like a rubber band, closer and closer to a realized sense of self, to then be repeatedly snapped back to his shitty self-esteem by the exterior forces on the show telling him (directly or otherwise) that he doesn’t deserve better. and that even after dean breaks completely free of his binds and starts to envision a life for solely just himself, he is left to die on a rusty nail and ultimately does not get to experience anything of that dream life of his own.

and i wanna talk too about how watanuki spends the first half of his journey learning to see his own value, to respect the ways he impacts others, and to actually begin forming meaningful relationships with the people who care about him, only to ultimately sequester himself into a shop he can’t leave for the rest of eternity while the people he loves grow up and leave or die or marry each other so they can keep having kids for the specific purpose of giving watanuki company, so he, too, gets to experience nothing of a life of his own.

it’s their shared endings that do me in. maybe they don’t seem the same on the surface (dean dies and goes to heaven, watanuki lives forever in a multidimensional shop he can’t leave), but i feel like narratively the consequences are the same. the damage to viewers looking for a cathartic release is the same. because dean dying and going to a place where nothing changes means the growth he’s allowed as a character has ended. dean died never knowing what it meant to live for himself. he died never knowing how sweet true freedom–from john, from michael, from amara, from chuck, whoever–could be. and, honestly, i think you could say the same for watanuki.

i really feel like yuuko wanted something else for watanuki. yuuko does everything she can to help him understand that his life has meaning and value beyond his own understanding of himself. she tries to get it through his head that acting like he doesn’t matter, sacrificing himself willy nilly–that hurts people. his actions don’t affect just himself. and of course he can make his own choices, but he can’t do so pretending those choices won’t have consequences for others, too. and despite yuuko (and others! the joro gumo, doumeki, SYAORAN to name a few) spending so much time on this with watanuki, watanuki just doesn’t get it. or he does, but decides not to accept it. and because watanuki is stopped in time, trapped in that shop by the series’ end, the growth he’s allowed as a character ends, too. he literally stops living for himself, instead living only for the faint wish yuuko might come back. and it’s terrible.

there’s just this sense of lessons not really learned for both of them. dean dances for over a decade with the idea that he deserves to die, even if his deepest wish is to live. he toys with the idea of change, the idea of growth. and of course, he gets it to an extent. but the story never lets him really go for it. he’s given moments that indicate he’s ready for something more than hunting, something more than bloody death, but in the end he dies in a random accident and insisting this was always it for him. so what was dean’s true takeaway as a character? for audiences? did he ever really think he deserved something more?

and for watanuki, I ask the same. so much of watanuki’s arc is about learning the power of love when offered to those who otherwise don’t receive it, including HIMSELF. he is told over and over again, and seems to believe himself, that he can no longer make choices for other people on their behalf, nor can he try and undo what others do on his behalf. but I really feel the hope is that in teaching this to watanuki, in teaching the power of his own actions for better and worse, that he will make the kind of choices that aren’t needlessly self-sacrificial, because the damage of those self-sacrificial choices is almost always greater than the benefit. 

so what are we to make of watanuki’s final choice to stay in the shop? “don’t vanish!” says syaoran, but watanuki does exactly that. he literally removes himself from the world, takes on yuuko’s mannerisms and dress, and quits engaging with anyone who isn’t doumeki and kohane. what is our takeaway then? what does watanuki learn about loving himself when he so easily denies himself a future for the sake a dead woman who is never, canon suggests, coming back?

there’s just such a gut wrenching softness to dean and watanuki. such a sense of perseverance in the face of loss and misfortune that drives me up the wall. and there’s such a clear love for each of them from the people around them, too. we’re all a little in love with dean winchester. we’re all a little in love with watanuki kimihiro. I keep thinking of castiel’s words to dean in “despair.” about how he does everything for love, everyone knows it. and I see in my mind doumeki telling kohane about his quiet commitment to never let watanuki die alone, like that kitten he held by the river in the rain. just as cas and sam and garth and crowley and so many others are dedicated to dean, so are kohane and himawari and yuuko and doumeki dedicated to watanuki. the loyalty both these men inspire from us readers as well as other characters, because of the goodness of their hearts…it kills me that neither of them get to really see it for themselves. how loved they really are. they catch glimpses, but neither gets a life in which that love can really be lived in. it’s just another layer of tragedy they both carry. dean deserved better. watanuki deserved better.

I could talk about a lot more, and maybe I will later, idk. the wider themes between the two texts, the parallels between castiel and doumeki, the ideas of hitsuzen and fate. but for now I guess I’ll stop here. just looking at dean and watanuki is enough pain for one evening, I’d say.

#supernatural #xxxholic #dean winchester #watanuki kimihiro #holicnatural #our meta #this is SO NICHE but its like where i (amina) live so we all have to deal with it

[mousehole5000]

wow i made this draft on november 1st i really took a break from this huh anyway tgcf chapters 121 - 142

i realize now this coffin scene was inevitable. feel kinda weird about hua cheng  back and forth from Teen to Big Man but it is very funny that theyre having their “dude dont look at my boner” moment while in the jaws of a water dragon

pei ming: why didnt you guys make a bigger coffin so you didnt have to squish together like that? xie lian: haha yep!! anyways what brings you here?

“In the grand, spacious centre of the entrance hall sat a person. And this person, dressed in all black, its face snow-white—was a corpse! Instantly Xie Lian shut the doors soundly.” - king of minding his own business.

okay this is where i stopped putting notes here for a while but i did save some in my e-reader so here’s some of the highlights

“Guzi used to have a good sleeping form, but perhaps with his cheap dad’s bad influence, now he was also spread out on top of Qi Rong’s stomach like a dead fish. Lang Ying himself was curled neatly in the corner, and was covered by a few shirts. Xie Lian lifted the blanket covering Qi Rong, suppressed the urge to smother his face, and covered the two small children.” - xie lian funny moments. also it would be really funny if qi rong redeems himself by learning love through these misfit chiildren and it might actually endear me to him but i hope that doesnt happen

Every heavenly official was yelling, and even Ling Wen was throwing a fit. “DON’T THROW EVERY BIT OF USELESS INFORMATION MY WAY, HOW MUCH DO YOU THINK I HAVE TO GO THROUGH EVERY DAY? DON’T YOU ALL KNOW TO USE YOUR BRAINS A LITTLE BEFORE ASKING ME?!” - ling wen marry me right now

“An expression like “seen a ghost” that only mortals experienced was now showing on his face for the first time. Shi Wudu’s pupils shrank to the smallest they could, and he blurted, “You’re still alive?!” “I’m dead!” He Xuan said coldly.” - okay everythings going tits up rn but i did laugh

i did see spoilers re: ming yi/he xuan reveal + shi wudu’s fate beforehand so i dont have a genuine reaction other than oh shit

“He slowly enunciated each word. “I won’t touch your fate. But, here in this place, chop off your brother’s head for me.”  CLANG! He threw a rusty blade onto the ground. Shi Qingxuan stared at that blade, his eyes wide. He Xuan continued, “Then, never show yourself before me again, and I will pretend you’ve never existed in this world.” - okay idk what else is going to happen but rn im concerned that this is like the 2nd biggest ship. i guess we’ll see?? i mean i am really curious whats going to happen to them. shi qingxuan keeps calling he xuan “ming-xiong” and i... sad

shi wudu im not really invested in you as a character but these next two bits... interesting

“If I don’t die but have nothing, then that’s truly a fate worse than death. If I’m not the Water God, I can’t take care of you. I won’t even be able to protect myself. I’m scared that we won’t even last two days…TAKE IT!” - damn. something about the wealthy losing everything and not knowing how to live without it bc thats their entire life and identity

“EVERYTHING I HAVE TODAY, I FOUGHT FOR MYSELF. I WILL FIGHT FOR WHAT I DON’T HAVE. I WILL CHANGE FATE I DON’T POSSESS. MY FATE IS UP TO ME AND NOT THE HEAVENS!” - okay so the whole committing spiritual fraud by tormenting a man and his family to get your brother a cushy title thing aside this was kind of badass. heretical? possibly. but still. also is he intentionally riling up he xuan so sqx doesnt have to kill him? if so damn...

also okay as long as im here im just gonna say it. the choice that he xuan gives shi qingxuan is fucking brutal but i actually think its probably as fair as it could be. sqx didnt know about or participate in what happened to hx but they did benefit from it greatly while hx lost EVERYTHING and i can understand he xuan’s thinking of “if you really feel bad for what happened to me then you have to make a sacrifice and understand the suffering and this is as clean as its going to get” and theres a bit where sqx is trying to beg for mercy but cant get the words out which im guessing is bc theres no good argument!! what happened was fucked up!!

“When Pei Ming saw that reinforcements had arrived, he didn’t appear particularly delighted; instead he threw the sword into the ground, then rubbed his nose and said, sounding grim, “You all just had to come just as I finished making these, what the heck.” - pei ming making coffins chopping down trees with his sword i love it #wastehistime2k17

“Xie Lian brought that basket of eggs along, and gave them away as souvenirs from the mortal realm. Many who received the eggs were overjoyed; some deciding to eat it along with their own blood, and some proclaiming they would hatch an eight-foot monster.” - GHOST CITY GHOST CITY

“Placing the brush down, he blew lightly at the ink and smiled. “If I like something, then my heart will not have room for any other, and I’ll always treasure it. A thousand times, a million times, no matter how many years, this will not change. This poem is the same." - thats nice and all but king... get therapy. i actually have further thoughts but tbh i dont want to put them into words bc they are simply too personal! moving on

didnt take any notes but somewhere in here was the bit with mount tong’lu opening and hua cheng losing it and kind of um. hm. that scene. thats another trope i really hate tbh i dont care for it as a way of including physical intimacy between characters and idk if it really ever adds anything but whatever moving on

The Half-Maquillage Woman - kind of interesting monster idea bc women and aging…. yeah. however i think this would be a lot stronger if there were a) more girls and this was b) discussed or illustrated at all prior to this moment. still interesting that its included knowing the author is a woman tho and there’s been comments on how ling wen is perceived vs pei ming. this book does keep giving me hope for interesting female character arcs i really want it to deliver something

quan yizhen..... i get u

lmao i have a note on a bit with lang ying that says “please dont be hc in disguise” and..... my clown nose was on but at least i knew that. for real this is bothering me how much he’s just. always. there. i know he’s a lead but we didn’t really need him around for a lot of this. oh well.  okay now to my current notes

“Yet it was precisely because it wasn’t cooked that it had to be eaten quickly. Once Xie Lian cooked it, it wouldn’t be edible anymore” - fucking fantastic

“Xie Lian hugged his belly. “Of course! Only after having met you did I rediscover that it’s such a simple thing to be happy, hahaha…” Hearing this, Hua Cheng blinked. Xie Lian’s laughter quieted a bit, realizing what he just said was a little too revealing.” - okay i know i said what i said about being tired of hua cheng being everywhere but... the line…. the fact that theyre laughing together…. :pleading:

“It’s not,” Ling Wen said. “At least, I believe, there will definitely not be another in history who can create a dish called ‘Incorruptible Chastity Meatballs’” - and truer words were never spoken

“I, DO NOT WORSHIP GODS. “I, AM GOD!” - this was every bit as badass as i hoped but no one told me it was immediately followed up by a little bit of the ol dinner theater fjalkdsfjsd. also puqi shrine noooooooooo

“Xie Lian sighed as he thought, “Qi Rong has taken Guzi away, who knows if the poor child was eaten or abandoned. Wind Master...... ..... who knows if Black Water took him away. Pray they’re both safe.” yeah hey are we going to fucknig. find out what happened to the child???

and yeah i dooooont really care for the age regression? thing thats going on. i just dont like that trope tbh. but tiny hua cheng whipping out his fat ghost king wallet in the store was funny tho. it is really funny that hualian are just like wandering around some random towns while the heavens are in an uproar. i guess theres not much else to do but its funny

“Me too, me too. You all know of my shixiong, right? Talented, with an infinite future! He only had one small vice: he loved playing women. Decades ago, a little prostitute ghost seduced my shixiong and sucked him dry into human jerky, and that Hua, Hua, Hua, that ghost king dared shelter her.” - yes omg give me the forbidden hua cheng lore i love this for him for real it goes along nicely with xie lian’s principles about giving another cup. god i love shared values

“Hua Cheng poked again, and a small hole appeared on the wall, as if the wall was made of tofu.” - how’d he do that. why is this a ghost king power. its useful tho

*me shaking qi rong when he pops up* WHERE IS THE CHILD

mu qing fu yao is here okay im happy now. once again no one has a good grasp on their secret identity and i love that. this inn has descended into chaos and im delighted and im glad lan chang is back

“The good ol’ kitchen was suddenly squished and crowded, loud and noisy. Fu Yao was chasing that fetus spirit leaping up and down, Lan Chang was chasing after Fu Yao like she had gone mad. Half of Qi Rong’s face changed shape by the way Xie Lian was pressing him down on the chopping board, his back turning into a target for those yellow talismans Fu Yao hurled while being observed by a crowd, and Lan Chang would step on him from time to time.” - this is pure chaos. i love that mu qing was in that room when the mob checked and he didnt say a word didnt open the door just sent out a talisman as a warning. king your disguise is transparent

“Xie Lian remembered the way Feng Xin laughed until he was hoarse when he first heard that verbal password all those years back, and couldn’t help but feel nostalgic, even though it wasn’t the right time.” - awwwww omg im emotional about this... faithful friend feng xin laughing at xie lian’s stupid joke password and remembering it!!! ;_;

“They have, but they’re not effective,” Feng Xin said. “Usually they’re the most diligent in scorning the Palace of Ling Wen, like they could do the job way better if they had the position. Now that we need them to take up the task, not a single one can do even half of what she does.” - typical... typical typical typical

also emotional about the fact that feng xin contacted xie lian at all.....

also!! emotional about lan chang as a mom and wanting to help out sick lil guzi.....

xie lian forcing “fu yao” to let him help “his general” is making me.... what is friendship if not playing along with your buddies little shenanigans while also making them accept your help

“Someone like Mu Qing, even though he’s narrow-minded, petty, sensitive and skeptical, has a bad personality, constantly guessing, doesn’t say nice things, likes to nag, always offending people and has a lot of people who dislike him, has no friends, can remember small, unimportant details for a long period of time…” ”Xie Lian went on in one breath with a straight face, but in the end he concluded with, “...But I’ve known him since we were kids, after all, he’s still got principles.” - XIE LIAN PLEASE AFJDLKSFJDL omg ive seen this quote before but i figured he was talking to someone else not actually to mu qing himself fgjasdkfjsl. god thats amazing. hey im gonna help you out because i care but i will roast you first <3

waaaaaait so is lan chang aka jian lan that girl from book 2 we took a page to talk about and then disappeared? that has to be it why else would we have stopped to discuss her

“Jian Lan spat on his face, then choking his neck, she slapped him twice again. “WHAT SHITTY SUPREME! YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO BLOW YOURSELF UP! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, THINK YOU’RE EVEN WORTH TO BE THOUGHT OF AS EQUALS WITH THE OTHER THREE SUPREMES? WHAT ARE YOU EVEN GOOD AT? YOUR THICK SKIN? OF COURSE I DARE HIT YOU!” - oh this feels so good i cant lie. YES GET HIM!! CHOMPING AND VIOLENCE YES!!!!

okay this description of cuocuo.... im... that sure the hell is a creature

this book is so entertaining bc i already saw spoilers for the feng xin/jian lan/cuo cuo reveal and yet i could never have predicted the circumstances that brought it about. imagine being feng xin. the heavens are in an uproar and your only friend/enemy has been jailed for possible fetus spirit-related crimes but he escapes along with this female ghost who keeps causing problems. you figure “fuck it lets see if dianxia kept his old phone number” and he has but then he hangs up on you. you’ve got fuckall else to do so you go find him. mu qing is there but he’s in his disguise the two of you were using so you could watch over his highness while staying aloof. you think you see hua cheng only he’s a chiild for some goddamn reason but who knows at this point. the female ghost is also there and theres a fetus spirit climbing trees and biting your arrows in half. you realize the female ghost is your ex and the little demon is your son. it bites you. what do you do

amazing that despite everything going on everyone is still playing along with the “fu yao” persona when it would probably be easier to drop pretenses at this point. then again tbh if i could explain my actions to my friends while pretending to be a third party.... i probably would so.. carry on

“With all his devotees gone, only Feng Xin still treated him like the Flower-Crowned Martial God and His Highness the Crown Prince. ” “...his protection charms were all seen as trash. However, Feng Xin was still determined and tireless in handing them out; telling Xie Lian, look, you still have devotees.” “After all, he was the darling of the heavens since birth, high and mighty. Feng Xin so naturally spun around him like he was the world, so how could he possibly have his own life, his own heart” “Whether or not that fetus spirit was Feng Xin’s son, if it was that period of poverty that made Feng Xin lose the girl he loved, Xie Lian wouldn’t be able to forgive himself no matter what." ohhhh my god this relationship i. im...

oh my god i still have 30 more chapters until book 4............ its naptime now i think

#tgcf liveblog #so close and yet so far...... #i keep hearing tell of this fabled book 4 i must press onwards...... #but now im sleepy..... #mouse mumbles

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✨Remsleep highschool AU✨ what are your thoughts (or headcanons if you're up for it)? 👀

Freaking excellent.

I feel like they would both be “troubled” kids for very different reasons.

For Remus it stems from not great parenting and constantly being compared to Roman, whether his grades are bad or good they're never as good as his. Now pair this was a shitty educational system that makes him feel stupid constantly, and well it was incredibly easy to just give up.

I'm not sure about Remy, but I like the idea of him not having any actual time to study or do homework or work on projects during the day. Which leads to a lot of half awake, barely conscious, working that hardly ever ends well. Which leads to falling asleep in class. Which leads to getting in trouble. Which leads to being embarrassed. Which leads to a few peers making fun of him. Which leads to fights. And you get the picture.

They both officially meet when they have a class together and they're seated together. (Fate? Destiny? Plot convenience? I'll let you decide)

Both immediately go mmm don't like this guy.

Remy acts like he's all that and more, and at first it annoyed Remus to no end. Everything about it, from how he walked, to his unashamed flirting with almost anyone, to how he was just so undeniably himself so unapologetically. If someone dared insult him they would have a verbal or physical beat down because heaven forbid anyone insult his highness. And a part of it probably had to deal with his own insecurities, but shhh no one needs to know that.

Remy really hated just how much Remus didn't care. Because he does, even if nobody seems to think that, and he has to watch this guy just throw everything away. And he's jealous but he'd never admit to that.

But through more events (idk use your ✨imagination✨) they start realizing that the other isn't so bad.

They form a hesitant friendship, both of them are still a bit awkward and tense for various reasons. And as they start learning more they just grow closer together, and they help each other out.

At one point they have a moment of ✨vulnerability✨ but neither of them good with vulnerable moments. So they laugh slightly through tears of resentment and frustration and say, “We’re both pretty fucked up,” as they proceed to not get help because they're dumbasses.

But that's not the point, the point is that suddenly they're a lot happier. Suddenly they're doing a bit better in school. Suddenly they've got someone they wanna live for.

It's a startling realization when they both figure out that they have feelings for each other. Neither are good with feelings, or with words, or with anything. They avoided each other a bit throughout that time, until they both got fed up and were like “Okay what the fuck is going on with us.”

Which leads to hesitant confessions and a first date that's not really a date. They hung out over video chat because Remy was busy, and couldn't make time at the moment, but it was nice. And nothing changed. It was still them. Remus and Remy, talking about stupid shit until they died laughing, just like always.

They make time for actual dates at a later time, but they still consider that video chat their first.

And they're just a lot happier now that they have each other.

Come prom season neither really wanna go, they don't do well at parties or with people and they'd rather just be together. So they hold their own prom night, probably at Remus’ house.

They decorate it all nice, and Remus cooks while Remy watches and pretends to help, and they dance to some music. They slow dance out on the back porch, and they're both laughing and smiling like idiots because this is ridiculous, they are ridiculous, and they love it so freaking much.

They probably had their first kiss there idk.

And come graduation they both get really emotional. Because somehow they did it??? They aren't the best students, they made it by the skin of their teeth, but they still made it. And they definitely hug each other and cry for a while because oh my god what the hell.

They spend the day with their families, and in the evening they video chat each other. It was meant to be short, but the two found themselves talking through the night. They both definitely regretted it when morning came and they were both exhausted, but neither could really bring themselves to care. Because being with each other somehow made it all worth it.

#asks #remsleep #I love them so much

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hey im the anon abt gyutaro/ume and i dont remember what happens to demons after they die ?? did i miss smth ? regardless i wanna ask what do you think their fate should be ? cause on one hand i think they're just victims of a cruel world who took the first way out they could find but on the other hand it doesnt rlly justify all the slaughter, and i also think abt the demon slayers who also suffered horrible fates and used it to fuel their determination to save other people from that pain

hi !! i don’t think kny ever explicitly mentions what happens to demons after they die (as in we never have concrete evidence of where they go or how their lives after are spent), but i think the general consensus is that the demons go to hell. 

in some cases, the family can decide to go with them (ex: rui and i think akaza? if i remember correctly?) but their fate is pretty much sealed from that point forward i believe. 

heres a pic of gyuutarou and ume, actually, in chapter 97 !!

but yeah !! thats something i think about a lot tbh. as you mentioned, many of the demons we’ve seen have either been groomed into demonhood (rui, ume, susamaru, etc.) or had their pain and suffering exploited (akaza, gyuutarou) for the sake of advancing other demons’ plans (muzan, douma, etc). so i agree ! a lot of these characters are unfortunate victims in themselves and its impossible to view their stories without incorporating the struggles they’ve had to face as both humans AND demons. especially considering that lots of these individuals experience muzan’s abuse regardless of their status relative to him (such as with the upper and lower moons). i think this is best explained through akaza’s relationship with muzan,

(ch. 67)

(ch.156)

and further explored though tanjiro’s observation of rui’s death. he notes that being a demon, for most, is an existence punctuated by extreme grief and despair, and that’s equally supported, i think, by the humanization of these demons following death. that their original conscious is restored (albeit with knowledge of everything they’ve done) and are oftentimes plagued by the guilt of what’s happened.

(ch.43)

what he says here is probably what sums it up for me. that while it’s important to condemn these demons and hold them accountable for the truly awful things they’ve done, it’s also important to consider the suffering they've experienced through existence alone. its so !! complex !! and thats what i love about kny. i love how .. you have some demons who are entirely despicable and bask in the carnage they create, but you also have some for whom demonhood was simply what appeared to be the only answer towards living a healthier life or righting the wrongs that’ve been done to them (usually with false promises and manipulation unbeknownst to them). and .. its so hard to figure out where to.. draw that line. or view these characters at least. because you sympathize with their pain, but you also realize that their actions have caused endless pain for many hundreds of people. tanjiro losing his entire family, giyuu losing his. shinobu watching her sister die before her very eyes, and kanao the same. the ubuyashiki family’s curse or the slaughter of himejima’s children. you look at characters like sanemi, shinobu, or giyuu and understand that you cannot invalidate their view of demons either. while kanae and tanjiro may find hope and humanity in demons, they exist as monsters who feast on pain to everyone else. its important not to discredit their perspective when making a personal choice to observe the demons’ hardships yknow. shinobu’s anger is just as warranted as tanjiro’s optimism and that neither are wrong for how they personally feel demons should be handled after death. 

im like. AAAAAAAA theres so much to it , its really hard for me to condense into a few sentences AHAHA im so sry for making u read this if u still are. but . i guess i’m not too sure. i think maybe, had i experienced the same pain as those above, it would be easy for me to say the demons deserve to go to the worst hell imaginable regardless of what they’ve gone through because that history isn’t accessible to everyone like it has been the audience (or that they’ve seemingly made the conscious decision to cause harm w/o understanding the ways in which demonhood obscures their original conscious/morality). but at the same time, you have those like tanjiro whose world view is shaped by positive encounters with demons like nezuko, tamayo, yushirou, etc. where it seems very evident that . theres more to it than what meets the eye. 

one of my friends ive talked to about this had a rly good perspective on it thats kinda stuck with me since !! she said she likes to view their conclusion as some . separation of identity?? if that makes sense?? that the demon side of them goes to hell while their human form goes to heaven (or division into whichever afterlife). and !! i think thats a really neat interpretation because there’s obvious descrepancy between demon personas and human personas. that the demon personas are like. exaggerations of their flaws, almost (akaza becoming hellbent on battle spirits and physical victories when hajuki’s fury & determination was fueled by love in a sense) while their human personas are the truest sense of self. and depending on which influence there is (muzan vs the appearance of loved ones), their identity changes accordingly. so ! idk ! thats one nice way of looking at it. holding their demon personas accountable while also recognizing that many of these characters deserve some form of healing after many hundreds of years of abuse. its hard because ofc i don’t want to negate the harms they’ve caused but its also? not cut and dry given the environment they were placed in and the fact that muzan’s blood essentially removes their humanity against their will you know. so in this way at least you have both forms of self receiving the proper conclusion. 

whwhwhw so im. !!!!!!!!!!!! ah !! i can’t say i have a definite answer but i think the one above is smth thats comforting to me. i think the story settles with sending them to hell once they’ve regained their past self but also .. “softens” it by providing them company by their loved ones who are willing to go w them?? so thats rly cool to look at too. because it holds them accountable for all that’s happened but also.. recognizes that they’re not wholly responsible for it either and that .. even in hell they’re able to keep their connections and human emotions/experiences . its tragic yet oddly. fitting, i think, of the kny narrative. while i like the aforementioned interpretation, i also really.. appreciate the way its set up in canon too. like yeah i want the best for them but also. it fits in with the tragic nature of demonhood and what it meant for them all. oddly enough. 

u make a good point too !! about demon slayers experiencing the same hardships but using their pain to help others. i think a lot of it is plainly chalked up to luck in terms of.. what they were exposed to following tragedy. how shinobu and kanae were saved by himejima, tanjiro saved by giyuu, kanao picked up by shinobu and kanae, sanemi given the guidance of kagaya while akaza was killed by muzan during his lowest moment, ume and gyuutarou were cornered by douma, rui misled by muzan, etc. i think circumstance is definitely a large factor in determining the paths that were taken. such as sanemi’s anger being validated and heard by ubuyashiki vs, say, akaza’s same anger being intentionally exploited for muzan’s gain.

aaa anyways. theres a lot 2 be said about this. like. SO much on my mind and obviously the extent of muzan’s abuse goes far deeper than what’s briefly mentioned here but.  i love talking about the complexities of kny . and how i view the demons vs the corps and how each of them have grown into their respective stories . AA but ill end it here THNK U >> also so sry for making u read thru all of this i get so excited i could talk abt kny all day long if i had the chance AAA 

#Anonymous #asktag #tldr: UH im a sympathetic bitch who wishes for some form of recovery for Some demons while also #finding it necessary to hold them accountable. #and easy way to do that is to split identities between human and demon persona but thats mighty convenient for such #a large issue so . the current narrative is probably the one i still oddly like #just bc the little peace they get before descent into hell is. really big #and their support by loved ones following them thru is also. really big #anyways. ya viri i thot of what u said bc its so good #its been a while so idk if its the exact version of how u view it but thts how it stuck w me JSBFSKBFSBJF #naywaysb I LOVE KNY AAAAAAAAAAAAA screams #kny #kny spoilers #kny manga #save for later