#mino one shot

[blu-joons]

BEST FRIEND WINNER A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Song Minho

A ⇴ ATTENTION

He likes to know that you’re paying attention and so Minho will want your attention more than you want his. You’re the person that he wants to have listening to him the most and caring about what he has to say.

B ⇴ BICKER

You both have your moments when you want your own way, and bicker to let the other person know that too. You can squabble like kids when you both feel really passionate about what you want and try and disagree with the other person that what they want definitely isn’t as good as what you want.

C ⇴ COMFORT

He hates seeing you upset, and although Minho isn’t the best at comforting, he’ll always try his best when it comes to you. Every time when you get upset around Minho, you can expect an arm around your shoulders as he lets you know that he’s there whilst you vent, sob, or anything else that you want to do.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

Out of the two of you, Minho was the more likely to cause conflict as he had the shorter temper from time to time. He can get a little snappy when he’s getting stressed about work or worrying about the things that he has to do. But you know that once he’s had his snap, Minho will always apologise as he knows that whatever happened between the two of you stemmed from him getting annoyed.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

It took a little bit of time for your friendship to build, at the start there was definitely a little bit of awkwardness between the two of you. You weren’t necessarily hesitant around each other, but you wanted to get a better understanding of one another before you completely let your guards down. It was something that you laughed over now as you wondered why either of you ever got so nervous with the other.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Minho’s family were huge fans of yours, mainly because they knew just how much you meant to Minho too. He talked about you fondly and spoke about you with a wide smile on his face too which was what his family needed to know how much he meant to you. As someone that Minho adored, you were someone that his family adored too, even before they met you, their opinions were all so high towards you.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

Home was usually where you usually hung out, the two of you both just liked to be in the comfort of your own space. You’d sit in the background if Minho was busy doing something or make yourself at home if he decided to nap, just like how he decided to sprawl out to sleep at your home whenever he was there too.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of forgetting about plans that you’d made with your friends and making plans just the two of you instead. You weren’t fans of the big and loud social occasions that were sometimes arranged, instead you preferred to just stay at home and watch something with food for just you two.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

Your inside jokes were usually funny things that either of you had done around the other person. With the two of you being so comfortable with one another, you had your fair share of mishaps where one of you had tripped or sometimes said the wrong thing that the other person just wouldn’t let you forget.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He didn’t like anyone threatening his spot as your best friend, and Minho wasn’t afraid to let you know that he was jealous whenever anyone did too. He was good at hiding it around every other person, but for Minho he felt that it would be better to let you know how he was feeling about things. You hated him feeling jealous, and whenever he mentioned it to you, you’d be there to reassure him.

K ⇴ KICKS

Minho got a kick out of making you proud and hearing from you that he had done a good job. He loved the fact that you always hyped up his talents and didn’t let him be humble either, as much as he downplayed how good he was at his work and his hobbies, you refused to let him not realise how skilled he was.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved how easy things were with you, nothing was ever too much trouble for Minho with you around. He would do anything for you, even if you asked him to get you a glass of water after he’d just sat down from getting one for himself. It was anyone else, he would say no, but when you did so much for him, he was more than happy to do the little things that kept your friendship working so well.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when you were at school together, although at the time you remembered not being that close. A few years later you bumped into each other again, and started chatting about your old memories, in the end you exchanged numbers and found yourselves meeting up a lot more thereafter.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

You were definitely one of only a few that Minho let his guard down around. He let go around you because there was no pressure, no one telling him what he could do or not do, and no one judging him either.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Minho was obsessed with how relaxed you were, using you as a calming influence in his life. He took a lot of inspiration from how chilled you were and tried to be as positive as you were as much as he could be.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The moments that meant the most to Minho were the ones when he could open up to you and get things off of his chest. He confided in you a lot about the things that were going on in his head, mainly because Minho knew that no one understood and offered advice in reply as well as you did for him.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Your opinion was something that Minho valued a lot and so when he was working on something he would often ask you what you thought. Whether it was music, drawing, or anything else, he loved your view.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Every year for your birthday, Minho painted you a painting that you could keep, trying his best to paint something that the two of you had done over the year. You were a huge fan of his artwork and never failed to be surprised by the things that he created, treasuring every single year what Minho designed for you.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

If there was one person that Minho could count on to be in his corner, it was definitely you. If he mentioned to you that there was something coming up and that he was nervous about it, you’d make a note and remember to be there for him if you were able to, without telling him in advance that you’d be there.

T ⇴ TRIPS

Usually when you got time off, you both actually loved just taking a trip home. Shutting yourselves away for a while and doing your own things were the only things that the two of you needed. Minho especially loved having you at his place where he was comfortable and hoped that you would be comfortable too.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

Together the two of you were inseparable, it was known by everyone that the two of you were the best of friends.

V ⇴ VISITS

It brought a smile to his face whenever you decided to Minho when he was being creative. Whether it was music, painting, or anything else, he loved having you there so that he could show you what he was up to.

W ⇴ WISDOM

He tried his best to use his own experiences to be able to offer up the best possible advice that Minho could to you.

X ⇴ XXXX

Usually when the two of you were by yourselves was when you were most affectionate with one another. You didn’t mind sitting close to one another, and definitely wouldn’t be afraid of hugging each other either.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his favourite, the go-to person for Minho was always you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

The comfort of home is something that Minho loves and so usually he’ll try and get you to go to his place more than take him to your place when you spend the evening together, as that’s definitely Minho’s favourite spot.

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Masterlist

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[hrokkall]

Broken crown

#Ultrakill #Gabriel Ultrakill #Ultrakill Fanart #QUICK SKETCH. THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A QUICK WARMUP SKETCH. #A QUICK SKETCH IN WHICH I DIDN'T WANT TO DRAW HIS PAULDRONS the chestplate I just straight up forgot that one's on me #Ah well. It is what it is. Happy pride month to gay people #Don't ask about the logic of the gold scarring(?) it just works #In my mind the ones on his arms are from the altercations with Sisyphus and restraining Minos's corpse and then the ones on the ribs are #-the copious amounts of coin shots that V1 gets on him #I have no idea if that's his skin or not either. But again whatever #Ask to tag #I guess. I don't know what I would tag this he's just sitting there #Hrokkall Art

[scriptorsapiens]

Classicstober Day 12: Theseus (𐀳𐀯𐀄)

I can't deny that I am kind of personally jaundiced against Theseus (because he sucks) but jumping into a maze with a people-eating monster to save 13 complete strangers is actually a pretty stand up thing to do.

Someone on insta asked me if I had any thoughts on the Minotaur design of Asterion, since I had depicted him as a baby on his mother's lap on that day, and I replied that he would probably look wretched.

Thinking about it more, I decided to go fully wretched for Asterion's appearance. After Minos traps him in the Labyrinth, Asterion gets very little company, if any, so he eventually loses his concept of hygiene and having any care for his appearance. There is probably precious little water in the maze, so any dirt that sticks to his hair remains in place. Dried gore from past victims remain, staining his hands and face. His nails grow long, thick, yellow, and cracked where they have torn through flesh. I imagine that Minos would fear that Asterion might make friends with any prisoner tossed into the Labyrinth, so he makes sure his beast is ravenously hungry; too hungry to think before his quarry is introduced.

Despite being massive and powerful, Asterion's constant near-starvation keeps him from growing into the bulky, massive bull-man we have come to expect. He also is not invulnerable; his body is scarred from where his victims managed to get a shot in. Scratches from nails and even some rocks prized up from the floor are visible, and one particularly vicious tribute managed to bite off part of Asterion's ear before they died.

All this combines to make a Minotaur that I actually find scary. Most of the Bulky Bull Man images are intimidating but not frightening. I feel like this version of the Bull of Minos looks like something out of a horror movie.

All in all, Asterion is a tragic figure. Born between worlds, a shame to his family, a punishment from the gods made into living flesh, and made into a monster to serve Minos' terrible will.

Theseus, on the other hand, kind of sucks as a person and this is a hill I will die on, but by this point in the story he has just done something very selfless and heroic: trade his own life for that of a complete stranger in a wild attempt to defeat the evil that threatens them. I modeled Theseus' build after power-lifters; his test of character that began his hero's journey was lifting a massive rock, after all. Theseus also has two fathers; the mortal Aegius and the god Poseidon (it's a long story). To reflect this I drew him with heterochromia. The dark eye is from Aegius, the light eye is from Poseidon.

The thread Theseus is holding is the end of Ariadne's Clew. While as far as I could find it had no inherent magical properties (although I would not put it past Daedalus to have made some of his crafts with magic) I decided to make it glow so I could have a secondary light source to really push the scariness of the scene. I think it turned out very well.

#classicstober #classicstober2023 #theseus #the minotaur #greek mythology #ancient greek mythology #tagamemnon #mycenaean #linear b

[impulsivefanwriter]

Other Emperors AU — Ninjago

So. The beloved Ice Emperor. The corrupting potential of the Staff of Forbidden Spinjitzu + Amnesia + Vex.

Now what if the Ice Emperor came in other flavours?

That’s right, introducing the Other Emperors AU, a collection of different “What ifs” for if other people had been zapped with the staff by Aspheera!

Different Versions:

Earth Emperor / King of the Underworld = Cole

Lightning Emperor / Thunder God / Lightning Striker = Jay

Fire Emperor / Western Wildfire / Fire Maker = Kai

Energy Emperor / Lord of Energy / Luh-Lord = Lloyd

Water Empress / Commander of the Sea / Wrath of the Waves = Nya

Empress of Technology / Automated Empress / Overseer / The Technodrome = Pixal

Creation Emperor / Second Spinjitzu Master / The Creator = Wu

Not all of them are fleshed out (honestly most just have… one or two minor ideas, but I’ll gladly bounce ideas back and forth with people in Reblogs, comments, and/or asks!), but here’s what I’ve got—

Earth Emperor / King of the Underworld

- Got zapped into the Neverrealm instead and lost his memories from a concussion in the fight

- Vex finds him and the staff and convinces him to take it

- He raises/sinks the Earth to create a stone dome over the realm and make it a cavern of tunnels; some call him the King of the Underworld (Hades vibes) for it and he hates it even if he can’t remember why (haha forgotten Skulkin memories)

- Master of the Mountain mixed with ancient mythology vibes

- His hair grows out and becomes partially lava because come on that look just is so cool on him ; his armour is also formed of obsidian/onyx and crystals

- Difficult to anger (a very patient emperor that listens to his people whenever Vex doesn’t interfere) but if you do (usually on Vex’s manipulation) OH BOY you’re in for it now

- Built a dangerous labyrinth King-Minos-style complete with a stone minotaur in the centre that he sends prisoners/people Vex tricks him into thinking are enemies

- Is very fascinated by Kai’s fire (and Jay’s lightning) because the only light source in the caverns are glowing crystals formed from his powers or special regulated flint/coal-based fires

- He keeps Kai with him when the Ninja arrive and banish the rest to the labyrinth to “prove themselves” on Vex’s manipulation (possibly specifically dropping Jay in the minotaur room as a sacrifice because Jay made a menace of himself in the throne room)

- The Ninja make it through the traps because they’re all kinda Cole-themed (like one involves the Triple Tiger Sashay) and arrive back at the throne room after defeating the stone minotaur, much to Cole/Vex’s astonishment/ire respectively

- Cole realizes the Ninja are telling the truth and that Vex has been lying to him and ends up dropping the staff after reverting the Neverrealm back to its original state

Lightning Emperor / Thunder God / Lightning Strike

- Realizes Zane’s vision (yeah, Jay is the only person who knew Zane had a vision and he DISMISSED IT, hecking come on) is about to come true and shoves Zane out of the way of Aspheera’s shot

- Cracked his head on a rock falling through the portal and has zero memories <3 Should he be dead? Probably. But he’s Jay, so he survives, especially with his boosted element lashing out

-  Vex finds him and is so confused over the lightning appearance but realizes he can use it

- Skybound / Lightning Ruins parallels with Jay ripping up chunks of ground and making floating magnetized islands

- Has a very ominous cult following Vex leads because its Jay, of course it would happen, its not the first time

- Is kinda revered more as a ‘godly figure’ than an emperor (Vex uses his status to make orders in Jay’s name)

- Kinda unhinged, but you can blame the staff + Vex + the concussion and blood loss

- Fascinated by Cole because he absorbs/grounds lightning fine ; also fascinated by Zane who is a walking metal lightning rod

- Constantly zapping around

Fire Emperor / Western Wildfire / Fire Maker

- Lost his powers to Aspheera, battled her with the second staff, and got his butt yeeted to the Never Realm- that’s rough, buddy

- Gets his well-deserved focus season

- He really means well and just wants to keep his people safe, but unfortunately it comes across as overly possessive and tyrannical 

- Older brothers so hard that he comes across as evil/possessive and aggressive when he’s trying to be caring and protective

- Don’t have much for him because the fandom already has insanely cool Fire Emperor AUs

Energy Emperor / Lord of Energy / Luh-Lord 

- So many Lord Garmadon parallels

- ONI-DRAGON LLOYD ONI-DRAGON LLOYD

- Also a surprising amount of Morro parallels about making his own destiny

- So, so traumatized and got corrupted simply for wanting to take his fate into his own hands for once

- Punts Vex out of the castle because he’s had enough of people telling him what to do

- Kinda goes back to S1 Lloyd because this kid just wants his childhood back

- Goes from “scary emperor who’s going to execute you” to “excited little kid” the second he sees his siblings

- Taking the staff back hurts because Lloyd isn’t mad, he’s just super sad and confused and pleads with them not to do it

Water Empress / Commander of the Sea / Wrath of the Waves

- The Never Realm just became the Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker

- All the ice and snow melts into an ocean with islands

- Nya builds a big ol’ palace that’s both above and below the water’s surface

- Seabound parallels in terms of architecture (lots of accidental Wojira foreshadowing)

- So. Much. Rage. You anger Nya, you’re done for.

- The staff + her element amplified the ocean’s whispers and she’s kinda merged with the sea but not fully, her memories are a bit scattered

- Was going to take on Vex as an advisor because he convinced her she knew him before her memories got lost/scattered, but then her memories associate him with Krux, and she kicks him onto a lone island

- Her brothers have to face the ocean to get to her. They hate it, but they do it anyway 

Empress of Technology / Automated Empress / Overseer / The Technodrome

- Pixal gets to sacrifice herself for Zane

- While the staff doesn’t amplify powers for her, she still gets boosted strength, speed, smarts, etc., her processor running at 300x proficiency

- Is able to get the mech up and running— she DID build it, after all

- Still loses her memories from Vex’s interference, somewhat reverts to S3 Pixal

- Makes the entire realm “efficient” and rapidly revolutionizes technology

- Easily one of the scariest rulers because of how good she is at it

- Took Vex on as an Advisor because of his knowledge of the realm, then fired him once she was done. 

“But you— you cannot FIRE me! I am your loyal, most trusted advisor—” 

“And you are no longer necessary. There is more important matters to attend to.”

- It’s very difficult to dismantle her empire

Creation Emperor / Second Spinjitzu Master / The Creator

- Aspheera blasts her intended target

- Wu is sent to the Never Realm with the other staff

- The Ninja are devastated because they just lost their Sensei AGAIN just after getting him back

- Wu refuses to use the staff at first but then… well, he starts getting desperate to return. He misses his family. And his essence— creation— could be used to help the people of this realm. So he uses it once or twice, sparingly, to help the villages, to help travellers— and slowly gets more and more addicted. Why does this realm hurt the people in it? If his essence is one of creation, couldn’t he use it to… reform this realm into something more peaceful? More habitable? Remake it in his own image? Correct all the mistakes he’s made, start again, start better—

- FSM and Pilots-S2 Garmadon parallels

- His students manage to get into the Never Realm only to find it “prosperous” and “thriving”

- Bonus if there are copies of them, but the way Wu sees them— uncanny valley alert

- EXTRA bonus if there’s a fake Morro that’s based on how he was as a student / if he’d lived , and a fake Garmadon cured of venom and evil

- Breaking their Sensei out of this illusion of a perfect world really hurts

- Wu is traumatized by all his mistakes and they get acknowledged in this AU whether he wants them to be or not <3

#Other Emperors AU #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago au #Lego Ninjago AU #ice emperor #earth emperor #lightning emperor #fire emperor #energy emperor #water empress #creation emperor #Imp's AUs #ninjago s11 #ninjago season 11 #ninjago ice chapter #ninjago fire chapter #ninjago ice emperor #ninjago s11 AU

[shintin]

The Dark Side of The Sun

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

One-shot 

Summary:  It hurt Satoru how Suguru could be his best friend, his companion, and his most trusted person in his life; however, he could turn and become his bitterest enemy who knew how to hurt him by using you, because he was once his closest confidant.

Word count: 5.4 k

Warnings: Jujutsu Kaisen 0 Spoilers, Angst and Fluff, Mild NSFW content.

Notes: 

According to Greek mythology, Daedalus, a mythical inventor, created wings made of feathers and wax to escape from Crete, where he and his son, Icarus, were held captive by King Minos. However, Icarus ignored his father's warnings and flew too close to the sun. His wings melted, and he fell into the sea, where he met his end. The saying “don't fly too close to the sun” references Icarus' recklessness and defiance of limitations.

The story's title was suggested by my friend, who believes that we are seeing the dark side of the sun (my beloved Satoru Gojo) here. Yeah, I'm aware of that! It's impossible for the sun to have a dark side! But that shiny yellow ball in the sky doesn't have a best friend named Suguru Geto, does it? As a result, anything is possible.

If Geto had read my story, I would have been executed as the Queen of Monkeys.

Song Recommendation: All I Ask - Adele

You can read my stories on AO3 and Wattpad and talk to me on Discord.

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It was nothing but a dream.

But,

Your lungs didn't expand. Your breaths kept coming in short bursts. A tight feeling spread through your chest, and you could feel your throat closing. You tried to scream, but you couldn't. You thrashed your arms and tried desperately to breathe, but the effort was futile. Your voice was unheard by anyone. Nobody would ever know you were dying, that your chest was filled with blood and pain, and you were in such an unbearable state of agony.

You couldn't breathe, you couldn't, you couldn't breathe—

In a flash, your eyes opened in terror, and you awoke. You were heaving in deep, harsh, gasping breaths, so overcome, so relieved to get oxygen into your lungs that you couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but try to inhale as much as possible. All your body was shaking, and your tremors were clammy, going from hot to cold too fast.

Gasping for breath was all you could do. 

Your body was drenched in a cold sweat, your brain swimming in waves of pain. Despite your best efforts, you could not shake the nightmare.

Curses dancing in the streets; sorcerers falling before your eyes; red tulips of blood blooming on the ground, wounds of love all over your body, the smell of death in the air, his dead body in a corner, and then blood again.

It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a dream; you kept telling yourself.

You shook your head to blot out your thoughts but immediately noticed your mistake. Your mind was still dense and foggy, bathed in confusion. You blinked slowly, timidly, but no matter how far you forced them to open, you couldn't seem to take in any light. In silence, you stared up at the blank ceiling. It took you too long to figure out you had woken up in the middle of the night.

A sharp gasp.

It was you, your voice, your breath, your heartbeat. Where was your head? Why did it get so heavy? You tried to clear the haze and remember, but parts of you were still numb, such as your teeth and toes and the gap between your ribs. Hmm?!

You felt strange and slow, like wandering around in the mud, as if your bones had been filled with lead.

God damn it! Neither your head nor your shoulders had ever felt heavier.

You wondered whether it was the last drop of the hangover still haunting your veins. You shouldn't have drunk that much last night, but how were you supposed to stomach your dear brother, Suguru declaring war against Jujutsu High?

Idiot!

He left everything behind just because he believed his impossible ideas would become possible if he were stronger.

Then, a series of events followed.

He was accused of killing your parents, but of course, you didn't believe it. There was no way he would hurt jujutsu sorcerers. Despite his failure, he was honorable, and you hoped he would find a way back.

Years and years passed, and for you, he became a drop of water in a desert—rare and precious. Until he showed up after ten fucking years only to throw a bunch of threats, let's curse each other on the night parade of hundred demons and cursed spirits on your face. Clearly, he had changed. Having seen his tone firsthand, you can attest to its coldness. He no longer cared about you or his once best friend because he had formed a new, better family. It seemed as though you were dead to him when you refused to leave Shinjuku with him.

Suguru thought you betrayed him by staying with Satoru, by choosing the death of your own kind over non-sorcerers or monkeys, as he referred to them. And once again, your eyes watched him walk away until no trace of him remained.

Deja vu.

Asshole! You don't need to reach the sun to enjoy its warmth! We can solve the—

Hang on a minute! Something didn't feel right. How come you were in the infirmary? Why was this gauze stretched tight across your palm?

As far as your memory helped, you didn't get injured while exorcising Suguru's souvenirs. Huh, fucking alcohol! You scoffed.

You thought it wouldn't hurt, so gingerly, you began to remove the bandages, but as soon as your finger touched it, you shuddered unintentionally. You felt so solid with blood and bones, and suddenly, you were freezing. Your skin was cold rubber against the metallic bed.

The cold, the metal, the pain, and the delirium all confused you.

Another sudden jolt to your senses, and you were more alert, more yourself. Panic erased your illusions for a single moment of clarity, and you were able to push yourself up on one of your elbows, head spinning, eyes wild as they scanned the darkness.

The wind was gnawing at the window, straining against the walls. A far-off light caught your eye. How come there were lights out there like Christmas? People! You shook your head. The rain was falling on the roof like popcorn against a pane of glass. The sky was pissed, as if the world was torn apart.

You were about to lie back down, worn out, when you saw something move.

Someone placed a blanket on you, and you inhaled sharply, confused, trying to make sense of the person. The face was warped like you saw it from underwater and swam toward it, trying, trying till your chin fell against your chest as you lost the battle.

"Drink this," the voice said. It was clear but kind of vibrant, resonating through the walls. Your ears kept buzzing. You squinted to see the face but felt dizzy suddenly, disoriented.

You couldn't keep your head straight, so without question, you grabbed the cup with your other hand and gulped the water quickly, surprised by your own thirst. When you started to feel normal, you looked at the person's face.

You saw Satoru.

He stood at a distance, eyes red-rimmed, bloodied clothes rumpled on his body. He stared at you with an unmasked look of sadness that startled you. It wasn't anything like him. Satoru would rarely stop grinning or smirking. You would think he had been crying if you didn't know him any better.

God damn you, Suguru!

He didn't blink, his hands in fists pressed into his thighs. His eyes had tragedy and beauty, something stoical which refused to be moved. He stood and stared at your pale face and your eyes. Your once bright eyes were weary, tortured, bottomless.

You didn't know what was going on in his brain, but you couldn't stomach the look on his face, the dreadful, awful pain he made no effort to conceal.

You felt like you should say something to make it right.

"Are you mad at Suguru?" you asked, forcing yourself to smile.

Satoru's eyes got widened, and he barely shook his head. He only stared at you; somehow, his reaction wasn't enough. You wavered and frowned as you looked at him.

He felt his lungs malfunction. His mind was ravaged. Hysteria had been clawing at his insides for hours now. He had no idea what you would tell him or how you would react upon seeing him. He was horrified by what was going to happen next.

"We'll find a way to deal with him."

Blood rushed through Satoru's veins, hot and fast. What? What was happening? Why did you say that? He took a step back. He seemed petrified, looking at you like he wasn't sure how to act.

"Hey," you said sweetly. "Suguru is like that, you know. Maybe I should talk to him."

He looked up, stunned, his blue eyes round. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. Had you forgotten? You insisted on having a conversation with him. Yesterday. That's how you got here. It seemed he was serious when he said his family was no exception. How dare he! It hurt him how Suguru could be his best friend, his companion, and his most trusted person in his life, however, he could turn and become his bitterest enemy who knew how to hurt him by using you, his own sister, because he was once his closest confidant. The worstl betrayal.

"I was worried for nothing last night. I wish I'd listened to you," you said. You tried to smile again, convincing him that it wasn't the end of the fucking world if your brother had made empty promises and you'd quaffed a bottle or two. After all, special occasions require special celebrations. Huh!

But Satoru seemed incapable of speaking. All he could think about was what he had to say to you and how you might react. There was a small, desperate hope in his heart that was trying to be optimistic about the outcome.

Maybe you would understand.

He swallowed hard, stared at the floor, and you were suddenly compelled to ask a question. "Are you alright?"

When his eyes became abruptly glassy with emotion, when his shoulders trembled, even as he tried to hold himself still, you felt your own bones rattled.

Something terrible had already happened, or something terrible was on the verge of happening.

You tried to crawl out of bed and failed. It was as though two anvils were sitting on your knees, everything heavy, messy, confusing, and exhausting, and you couldn't but discern the general circumstances of your situation.

Vertigo flushed across your face, and pain gripped your mind, a vague realization that you had left something overlooked. Dusty emotions quivered within you. You couldn't even remember what you had forgotten. It was too hard to pay attention to something other than his burning eyes.

"Why are you standing there?"

"I…I—Y/N," he said, his voice husky with restraint as he watched you. His eyes dug into you as if to make sure you were still yourself. He only eased when you stepped into the sea of blue in his eyes, dived right in, and drowned. Yet, it felt like someone had punched a fist into his lungs and snatched up all his oxygen.

You slowly extended your hand to him to take it and tried not to betray your dizziness and nausea.

"It's gonna be okay," you heard yourself say, but the words sounded distant, disconnected from your lips. You felt numb, like your arms had been hollowed out.

Satoru looked unconvinced, yet he was breathing extra hard and trying not to show it. His hands kept clenching and unclenching.

There was glue all over his tongue, stuck to his teeth, his lips, and the roof of his mouth, and he couldn't speak. He couldn't move. He was pretty sure he just had a seizure or an aneurysm or heart failure or something equally as terrible, but he couldn't explain any of this to you because he couldn't move his jaw even a bit.

No one ever imagined he could be so sad, so human, and vulnerable, but it was there. It was right there. Raw, written across his face like it had been ripped out of his chest.

After all, the man blamed himself for everything. This was a burden he was born to carry—the guilt.

The pain was so plain on his face that it was killing you. You felt it. You felt it was killing you.

"What's wrong?" You asked and studied his eyes; your gaze locked onto him as if trying to read him for clues. But he broke the connection too soon. He looked as if he might speak, but he changed his mind. He took a deep breath, tightening his lips to keep the words from escaping.

You gently held his hand, brushing it with your thumb as his pleasant, masculine scent filled your head, and you breathed him in almost unwillingly. It was painful to be so close and far away from him. You wanted to bridge the gap between your bodies desperately. You wanted to press your lips on every part of him and savor the fragrance of his skin and the strength of his libs. You wanted to be enveloped in the warmth and assurance of his body. It was like you had died and found your way back to him.

"We're going to get through this together." You looked so deeply into his eyes that he was surprised he hadn't cracked under secrets and lies.

You didn't remember.

"I have to talk to you," he said quietly, still looking at you as if he was trying to find something, like searching for an answer to an un-asked question.

You felt your stomach flip. Your instincts told you to panic. "Is everything okay?"

It took him long to answer, "I don't know."

You stared at him, confused. His words were just a whisper, but something wobbled through your skull. Your mind spoke in a thousand different languages that you couldn't comprehend. Satoru was so close; he was so close, and you couldn't care less about any of it. You felt neither your pain, coldness, or emptiness of the room because you felt only him, everywhere, filling everything. You disregarded the warnings from your brain.

You struggled to your feet, and when Satoru met your eyes again, he took a sudden, sharp breath. You were so close he could feel your exhalation against his chest.

There was something off about you, and he could turn his Infinity on to avoid what was about to happen, but when it came to you, Infinity, what? His entire life revolved around you, days and nights, for years. You knew every inch of his insides and outsides, and if you thought he deserved it, then he believed this was the way to die.

An overwhelming urge to kiss you overtook him, and he thought about it for a moment. Just the idea sent a thrill into his spine, a dizzying feeling that inspired his mind to jump too far, too fast. He could picture it with terrifying clarity.

His gaze swept across your face, down your neck and arms, and stopped at your waist. The memory of his kisses along your torso, his hands exploring your back, your bare legs, the backs of your thighs, his fingers hooking around the elastic band of your underwear, your soft—

Oh.

It was like you could see into his thoughts. You grazed his bottom lip with your thumb, tracing the shape of his mouth. His lips parted even though he asked them not to. You stepped closer. He tried to move, but your hand slipped behind his neck and tightened. He shook his head desperately, but the sensation was so comfortable that you could no longer feel the strange creak in your bones, the ache in your heart.

"You said you wanted to talk to me, right?"

"Yes," he said, mumbling the word. "Yes." He felt dazed.

"Can it wait?"

He didn't know what came over him.

Desperation.

Desire.

Fear.

Love.

It hit him with a painful force, the reminder of what he had done. Then he looked at you, standing in front of him, a question in your eyes, and he couldn't think of anything but how much he wanted you in his life.

"Yes, of course," he said quickly. "Of course, it can wait."

You smiled and met him here, at this moment, in an instant, then kissed him without restraint, without hesitation, and clutched your arms around his neck.

His dark uniform was all blood, while your hospital gown all white, making the scene even more surreal.

His mind was blown, lost in an emotional surge, but he backed away. His heart was pounding fiercely in his chest. He barely remembered what he was trying to do. This wasn't right. Not right now. Not when he—

You stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and reeled him in, all warmth, heat, and sweetness. You pressed your lips to his. For a moment, he wanted to pull you against him, get drugged by the feel of you, but he didn't. He tried to break the kiss, but you held him tighter, even as you continued to kiss him, even as you touched the secrets of his body through the dirty fabric.

Soon, the whiteness and redness mingled on your gown, but you didn't care. It never occurred to you to ask whose blood was that. Why should you question it, when as a sorcerer, you were born into blood, midway through death and hell?

Seconds later,

A zippered sound and the jacket was on the floor.

He felt your hands on his arms, and he held his breath. It was wrong, but he never moved an inch. He didn't object as your hands dropped to his waist to caress the material attempting to cover his body. Your fingers grazed the skin of his lower back, right underneath the hem of his shirt, and he lost count of the times his heart skipped a beat.

Your lips were soft, still slightly parted, and now the air in the room was too tight, too full of cotton. He felt the blood pouring into his head, encroaching on every rational region of his mind.

He wanted someone to remind him what he had done, what he had to do. But he had lost his goddamned mind.

He could drown at this moment, and he would never regret it. He could catch fire from this kiss and happily turn to ashes. He could live here, die here, right here, against your hips, your lips, in the emotion in your eyes as you sank into him, your heartbeats indistinguishable from his.

This. Forever. This.

He realized at this point that this was probably the last time he would ever get to feel your love. This may never happen again. The memory of his betrayal would never allow you to forgive him.

He thought again; maybe you would understand. You had been through so much together. You had overcome so much. It may be possible to overcome this as well.

The lines of your bodies merged. It was wave after wave of ice and heat, melting and catching fire. His mouth was on your skin, his strong arms surrounding you with love and warmth.

His muscles were taut, his body rock solid against yours. He had one hand around the back of your neck, the other around the back of your thigh, wrapping you together, overwhelming you with pleasure.

There was something wild and beautiful in him today, something you couldn't explain in the way he touched you, the way his fingers lingered along your shoulder blades, down the curve of your back, like you might evaporate at any moment, like he had to have you, like this might be the last time you would ever touch, and he was dying to memorize the feel of your lips against his own.

You closed your eyes.

Let go.

You lost track of time.

You lost track of your mind.

You only knew you wanted this forever.

The pain twitched your senses, but you couldn't let go of him. You wanted him closer, impossibly closer, because you had never felt so secure, loved, or protected as here, in the intimate fusion of your bodies.

He kissed you again and again, deep and urgent. He could no longer afford to lose time. There was so much he wanted, and there weren't enough years. He had a hundred million kisses and wanted to give them all to you.

He kissed your top lip.

He kissed your bottom lip.

He kissed just under your chin, the tip of your nose, the length of your forehead, both temples, your cheeks, and all across your jawline.

His hands seized the length of your back, memorizing every curve of your figure. He kissed your neck, your throat, and the slope of your shoulders.

He was saying something to you, running his hands down your body. His words were soft and hopeless, silky against your ear, and you could hardly hear him over the sound of your heart beating against your chest. But you could see it, when the muscles in his arms strained against his skin as he fought his thoughts to stay here, with you.

He gasped loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as he reached out, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You turned your face into his chest, trailing your nose up the line of his neck and breathing him in.

"I love you," you whispered and glanced at him from below.

"Y/N—" he said, and something broke inside him.

You loved these quiet, vulnerable moments. These brackets of time stapled between dreams and reality were your favorites.

Slow motion.

Satoru was so still. So unguarded. His face was smooth, his brow unfrowned, his lips wondering whether to part.

The First seconds after he opened his eyes were the sweetest. Some days you were lucky enough to look up before he did. You knew everything about him that mattered, and today, something was different. Today you watched him stir. Today when he opened his eyes, he looked suddenly disoriented. He blinked and looked around, backtracking too quickly as if he wanted to run and didn't remember how.

Today something was wrong.

And when you took his chin in your hand, he turned away. When you kissed his cheek, his neck, and the hard line of his jaw, he closed his eyes, and something inside him thawed; something broke loose in his bones. And when he opened his eyes again, he looked terrified.

You felt sick to your stomach.

"What is it?" you asked, your words scarcely making a sound. "What happened?"

He shook his head.

"Is it me?" Your heart was pulsating. "Did I do something wrong?"

His eyes went wide. "No, no, Y/N—" he said and gripped the back of his head, looking at the ceiling.

"Then why won't you look at me?"

He met your eyes, and you couldn't help but marvel at how much you loved his face, even now. He was so conventionally handsome, so remarkably beautiful. His eyes were an impossible shade of blue. Bright. Blinking. Then there was something in them that stung your heart.

And then—

"I have to tell you something," he said quietly, looking down. He lifted a hand to touch you, and his fingers trailed down the side of your torso. Delicate. Terrified.

He hesitated for too long. Exhaled. He dragged his hand across his mouth and his chin, down the back of his neck. Then, he stared at his hands, waiting for the part where someone would tell him this wasn't real. But he had woken up to discover all his nightmares weren't just bad dreams.

He was a horrible, self-serving, pathetic monster. He did what he could avoid. He knew better, and he did it anyway. You couldn't have known. You could never have known what it would be like to really suffer at Suguru's hands. You were innocent to the depth of it, of the cruel reality of it. Yet, he didn't hesitate to step on you when you stood against him, when you tried to protect the students. He wounded you easily, someone from his own bone and blood. No mercy was left in his heart, and he had to be stopped.

"I didn't want to do it," he said, breathless, his fingers pushing a stray strand of hair away from your face while leaning his forehead to yours and cupping your face. "But I had to."

Silence.

No other words.

You were scared.

Every instinct in your body was telling you to run.

But you couldn't. You were frozen.

"Satoru." You were about to call his name, but something about this stretch of silence confused you. Something about this moment and the feel of his name on your tongue were unlocking other parts of your brain. Something was pushing and pulling at your skin, trying to remind and tell you.

Suddenly, the truth slapped you in the face; it punched you in the gut and threw you right into the ocean. Your brain was screaming, raging against what you slightly remembered.

Your brother's dead body. Satoru standing beside him. Blood splashes on the wall.

It couldn't be true. You shook your head. Satoru would never harm him. He would never hurt you.

Your bones were full of ice. Your entire being wanted to vomit. This feeling, this overwhelming feeling of absolute self-loathing, remained in your throat as a slice of a knife too sharp, too thick, too deadly to keep you steady.

You pulled yourself out of his arms, and Satoru knew it. He didn't need six eyes to read the hatred written all over your face. 

"It wasn't a dream," you managed to whisper, your eyes unfocused, remembering. Your head was swamped by confusion. Broken images filled your mind: blood and death.

"Suguru," you choked on his name.

"Y/N, please—"

"Oh, God." You covered your mouth with one hand and stared, unblinking, at the wall. You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what you could ever say. A wave of pain inundated your body so rapidly that you didn't even realize you were shaking until you had to grab the footboard for support.

This was the source of the agony that had been drowning him. He had murdered his best friend, your only family.

You should have known when he appeared in the room, standing there, waiting for something to explode, when you couldn't pinpoint it. This was the data you were missing.

Maybe, part of you did, but you tried so hard to repress the memories of yesterday that you refused to believe it could be possible. Because a part of you didn't want to remember, a part of you was too scared to lose hope. A part of you didn't know if it would make any difference to know that it was him, after all—the one who ended his life.

You stared at him openly, every sensation amputated, your pain a distant scream disconnected from your body. You felt the strength rush out of you, leaving you weak in the knees.

Disgust was an insult to the level of aggression at the moment.

All you could think was that you were dying. You were six feet under and searching for a window when someone poured lighter fluid into your hair and lit a match on your face.

You felt your bones inflamed.

Then, you started shaking.

Satoru was already trying to grab you, he was already trying to stop you, he was begging you not to do what he thought you were going to do, and you told him to stay the fuck away from you. You told him to get lost, but he reached for you, pleading with his eyes, and you were tempted for a second to stay here, right next to him, but you slipped out.

Tears spilled fast down your face, you blinked and blinked, but the world was a mess. You wanted to laugh because all you could think was how horrible and beautiful it was, that eyes blurred the truth when you couldn't stand to see it.

You looked as though you had been scooped out from the inside like someone had spooned out all the organs you needed to function, and you were left with nothing, just emptiness, just complete and utter disbelief.

It happened swiftly, a sudden, brief paralysis of your limbs.

The floor was hard.

You knew this as a fact because it was suddenly pressed against your face. Satoru was trying to help you, but you screamed and slapped his hands away because you knew the truth. You must already know it because you could feel the revulsion bubbling up and unsettling your insides. You were horizontal and somehow still tripping over, and holes in your head were tearing open. You saw spots, and you weren't sure you were even alive.

You wanted to speak, to accuse Satoru, to blame him, to call him a murderer, but you could say nothing, could form nothing but sounds so pitiful you were almost ashamed of yourself.

Your body, your blood, and your brain had been frozen in place, seizing in some kind of sudden, uncontrollable paralysis that had spread through you so quickly you couldn't seem to breathe. You were wheezing in deep, strained inhalations, and the walls wouldn't stop swaying before you.

You had collapsed in the corner, curled into yourself, knees pulled up to your chest, arms wrapped around your legs, your head buried in your arms, and you were shaking.

He had never, ever seen you look like a child before. Never, never once, ever. Not in all the time he had known you. But now, you looked just like a little girl. Scared. Vulnerable. All alone.

Satoru fell to his knees before you and listened to the most excruciating, ear-splitting agony ripping through you.   

He knew you didn't want to see him right now. He knew you were going to scream if he reached out. But he had to try. He touched your arms so gently. He ran his hand down your back, your shoulders. And then he dared to wrap himself around you until you slowly broke apart, unfolding in front of him.

"Why? Why did you do it? You'd promised me to let him go." You hit his chest, your taps softer than petals for him.

"He hurt you," he whispered in desperation, more tears waving in the ocean of his eyes. But you couldn't listen. Your ears had finished functioning; your heart had just expired; your mind had gone to hell for the day, and your eyes, your eyes, you thought they were bleeding.

You lifted your head. "It hurts," you said. You didn't speak at all; you just expelled letters through your lips. Your eyes were astonishing, shining with barely restrained emotions, your face a reflection of so much grief

He tried to hold you closer, to keep you together by sheer physical force, but your head fell to his lap. He bent over you instinctively, shielding your body with his own. He pressed his cheek to your forehead and kissed your temple. And then you broke, shaking violently, shattering in his arms, a million gasping, choking pieces he was trying so hard to hold together. He would hold you forever, just like this, until all the pain, torture, and suffering were gone.

"Make it stop," you whispered. It was just words, stupid and simple, but an earthquake hit Satoru's heart, then cracked it right down the middle. He tilted his head and wiped his eyes with the heels of his hand.

"Please, Satoru." You glanced at him just long enough to see the hurt in his eyes.

Satoru swallowed hard, looking at you like he wanted to say something, struggling to find the words, but nothing. He lowered his head, and for one split second, you saw the shine of emotions that you had seen in his eyes when Yaga told him that Suguru had left the school and murdered 122 non-sorcerer, including your parents.

You were always welcomed here, in the shadow of his pain, in the rhythm you remembered. He really did kill all those people, and it was here, above your imaginary clouds, that you finally understood Suguru. He, too, like Icarus, had felt the sun's warmth and was tempted to fly close to it and burnt himself. Now his ashes had no home to house.

You wanted to caress Satoru's face and tell him that it wasn't his fault, but everything you wanted to say and everything you had wished to say fell to the floor and scrambled upright.

Your words were balloons that fell in love with a pushpin that got too close and ruined them forever.

You closed your eyes and felt the weight of loss and surrender settle deep within you. Your bones shifted, rearranging to make room for these new hurts.

You felt like you had stepped outside of yourself. Like your body was on the floor, you watched as Satoru's leaned and kissed your forehead one last time, then his two fingers touched your forehead and stopped your bones from fracturing.

You were so warm now, warm and tired, drowning again in strange dreams and distorted memories. You felt like you were swimming in quicksand, and the harder you pulled away, the more quickly you were devoured. All you could think was that you felt an odd relief in the dark and dusty corners of your mind.

The blackness buried you in its folds.

Art is not mine.

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[artoriarts]

borked coloring but Adam & Eve prime. While I’m of the mind that p-3 probably should probably be Lucifer (though it would fit the tragedy if he wasn’t even strong enough to be a prime. Simply a man concerned of his lord’s work damned with the rest. but I’m getting ahead of myself) or another Greek figure to keep up the theme, that don’t stop me from thinking. Cracked lore under cut

Don’t have any specific specifics but my general idea is that, unlike Minos and Sisyphus who remain in the world via willpower, the lovers here do so out of a combination of latent power as the first humans and sheer denial and the simple urge to live. Due to God’s shame robbing them of an explanation, neither of them even *know* why they’re in hell, whatever sin put them there in the first place. They barely even know what hell is. All they know is each other and the eternal torment that their minds reject. This, understandably, left the two bitter and paranoid and angry and, above all, horrified of everything around them, and cultivated their first response to anything being incredible violence, which eventually got them locked up by heaven in their flesh penitentiary or whatever prison synonym we go for. When v1 finally comes along and frees them, they’re barely coherent enough to even give their speech, and they have not a shred of the valiance their fellow primes have shown - they harbor no grudge against the angels, their only wish to be free, but upon registering v1’s presence, the only response they can muster is fear, and consequently try to fight it. Upon their inevitable defeat, the two, again, free of malice, and now drained even of self-defensive anger, can only embrace and cry together one last time.

During their fight itself, I'm imagining that the two are completely animalistic - they move nearly as fast and erratically as v1 itself, dependent a lot more on direct movement than the teleports Minos and Sisyphus work with, their state of "rest" when out of stamina being skating around and peppering v1 with thorns of eden much akin to v2's combat. Their main combos, their "Thy End is Now!"s and "You Can't Escape!"s have the main caveat that most parry opportunities from Adam are immediately either preceded or proceeded by an unparriable from Eve, and fucking up one will usually confirm the other. Other assorted ideas are:

Vine whip that, while also used by them in their movement to redirect their momentum, can be used like a Hideous harpoon. The way they use this most commonly is to spear v1 and then string it up and suspend it in the air, forcing it to either rely almost entirely on dash i-frames to dodge or quickly kb'ing the whip and slamming back to the ground. Also thinking that their power allows them to instate their presence on the world around them, allowing eden to partially take over the penitentiary, making bramble a hazard that they can just, y'know, grab and fling v1 into.

Previously mentioned thorns of eden are hitscan pellets that they can either fire rapidly, like the gutterman's chaingun, or in short, 2-shot bursts akin to v2's revolver. Also like v2, they can shoot coins with the thorns - And speaking of coins, they also have a sort of coin derivative in seeds of eden, which they can throw out in arrays, which will hang in the air for a moment before homing onto v1. They will do nothing but follow until v1 or A&E shoot it, at which point they will explode, ricocheting around all present seeds, ending the chain with the seed closest to the target (v1 if A&E shoot it, vice versa).

The two have three phases, two health bars - The first health bar is a standard prime fight, with their stamina growing and moveset getting a bit more deadly after hitting half heath, gaining the briars seen wrapping around them in the photo as their "crowning" similar to sisyphus gaining his beard and minos his aura, but the second health bar is much more dramatic, with them struggling to right themselves after the damage v1 has inflicted, with eve, in the struggle, managing to pull her half-formed body out from adam's, standing on her own for the first time since becoming a combined prime on a knotted tangle of veins and translucent guts, the two's spirit reinvigorated by the distress of their separation and the physical agony of being mutually disemboweled, then fighting together as two separate targets. Eve takes half the damage Adam does, but is less aggressive, taking most of the ranged role from him and meleeing only when joining in his melee combos, and, due to half her current body mass being vascular system, is also constantly bleeding fresh blood, essentially having a permanent mini-screwdriver in her.

okay that's all i got for now thanks for reading my illness <3

#my art #art #ultrakill #ultrakill art #oc #ultrakill oc #adam & eve prime #prime soul

[craqueluring]

lets talk about will's journey through hannibals mind palace in s3a, the myth of theseus, the minotaur, ariadne’s thread, labyrinths, and mazes (there is a tldr at the end of this! and this gets better & more cohesive towards the end i promise lol esp after the uffizi gallery screenshot)

background on theseus: theseus sailed to crete intending to defeat the minotaur, a beast housed by the labyrinth constructed by daedalus. it was constructed so well, daedalus himself could not navigate it. ariadne was the daughter of king minos, who ordered the entrapment of the minotaur. she fell in love with theseus, and,betraying her father and her country, she gave theseus a thread to tie one end at the entrance of the labyrinth, and carry the rest with him, so he could find his way back out. theseus succeeded in killing the minotaur and returned safely.

will graham sails to italy as theseus sailed to crete, and enters the labyrinth of hannibal lecter's mind palace at the norman chapel in palermo, italy. the imagery of the many consecutive doorways and disorienting paths in the catacombs under the chapel is notably labyrinthine, and is actually what made me think of this connection in the first place.

*note the consecutive doorways/arches. this parallels the shot of will and hannibal in front of la primavera. in that shot, there are also many doorways behind them.

hannibal is simultaneously

daedalus, the maker of the labyrinth,

the minotaur, the beast at the center, and,

partly, ariadne, the one who betrays her father and her country, falls in love with theseus and allows him to navigate the labyrinth (i.e. the heart in the norman chapel is what confirms to will that he is going in the right direction). just as ariadne's love of theseus was a betrayal of her country and her father, hannibal's love of will is a betrayal of himself.

perhaps hannibal as daedalus-minotaur-ariadne represents the many contradictory parts of hannibal: the person suit containing the monster (daedalus), the monster (minotaur), and lover (ariadne).

but ariadne, the symbol of love, could also be more accurately represented by both will and hannibal: their connection, and its portrayal through will's hallucinations:

the ravenstag which leads will on the train tracks after chiyoh pushes him off

the blood puddle under the doors to the norman chapel catacombs

the fireflies that lead him to mischa's grave

& more

this thread of connection that leads will through the labyrinth of hannibal's mind is universally present throughout season 3a. it is not the physical actions of a lover that lead will through the labyrinth like ariadne did for theseus, but instead the undertanding derived from love of the labyrinth-maker himself which allows will to navigate the labyrinth. 

if the entrance ("foyer") to hannibal's labyrinthine mind palace is the norman chapel, the center is his home in lithuania, as will's imagined hannibal says while he is in the lithuanian forest in secondo 3x03:

"is this where construction began?" "on my memory palace? its door at the center of my mind. and here you are, feeling for the latch."

perhaps the center of hannibal's memory palace is actually hannibal's home and what happened there. "mazes intended to be more or less impenetrable have a center containing something so valuable or so shameful as to warrant protection" (x pg. 91) — hannibal's labyrinthine mind palace was constructed outward to protect something at his origin, at the center of his mind: mischa.

will's last stop in hannibal's labyrinth, and perhaps the exit, is where he finds hannibal in front of la primavera, once again in italy. the long hall of consecutive doorways in the center of the screen, which mirrors the doorways in the catacombs during will's 'entrance' into hannibal's mind palace, gives a sense of some long journey coming to an end. he tells hannibal "i wanted to understand you before i laid eyes on you again. i needed it to be clear what i was seeing," plainly stating his reason for his journey through the labyrinth — understanding. 

*note the consecutive doorways in the center, which parallel the arches in the aforementioned shot of will entering the catacombs in secondo

as explained by penelope reed doob, the purpose of a labyrinth can be to…

"…to entrap or enlighten errant mazewalkers, denying or controlling access to a center that may contain good or evil, and leaving the maze-walker with higher knowledge or in chaotic limbo" (x pg. 64)

certainly, will's journey through hannibal's labyrinth was, as doob calls it, "the labyrinth as a sign of difficult progress." as a plot device, will's journey through europe, hannibal's labyrinth, the mind palace, was a path designed to lead to will gaining higher knowledge, and the "transcendence of labyrinthine confusion" (x pg. 91) 

right?

but, even after will's journey, we as the audience, will as a character, and even hannibal himself, remain confused, turned around, and unable to see any end in sight, especially after both of their failed attempts at separation.

we are still in the labyrinth. 

"labyrinths, like life, involve chaos and order, destiny and free choice, terror and triumph — all held in balance, all perspective-dependent" (x pg. 252)

church labyrinths as a metaphor for life in particular emphasize a unicursal design, or there being only one true path — that of christ, who can act as a guide for humanity "to discover that the mythically multicursal and unstable labyrinth — of life, of the world, of hell — is in fact unicursal, stable, and extricable" (x pg. 133)

instead of this, nbc's hannibal purposefully emphasizes the multicursal and inextricable nature of life and the world through the use of a seemingly chaotic, and sometimes absurd, plot. there are so, so, so many paths will can (and does) follow in the labyrinth/maze of his life. but none are emphasized as the correct one. because that does not exist. everything becomes a matter of perspective, and even looking at the maze from the outside, one becomes disoriented.

thus, this gives even the viewer a sense that they are wandering through the labyrinth with will.

"The only pattern we are shown is the pattern of the labyrinth...all progress is illusory: we may think we are getting somewhere new, but really we are retreading old patterns, circling and turning and retracing our steps until suddenly we exit right where we entered, with an echoing line or repeated pattern, and not once only but time and again" (x pg. 336)

just as doob says of chaucer's the house of fame, nbc's hannibal as a whole "reconstructs, rather than transcends, the complexity of the many labyrinths in which we live and write — labyrinths we cannot, and perhaps do not even wish to, escape" (x pg 339)

the plot of hannibal has been criticized for being too absurd or chaotic, but the absurdity is the show's essence. it is a tool of emphasis to remind us of the fact that hannibal, will, bedelia, jack, abigail, alana, margot, are — everyone is — making their way through the inferno, wandering through the labyrinth, unable to see the forest for the trees, just as we are. 

"there is no overview of the labyrinth, at least not in this life, and nothing is clear but the uncertainties of the ambiguous maze above whose constraints we cannot rise. believing all this, some men might despair, but…if these be labyrinths, they are enchanting ones, as full of delight as of frustration…nightmarish as it may be, is colorful, energetic, chock-full of magnificent diversity, far more beguiling than cosmic spheres. it cries out for the shaping mind and voice of the poet to give order and perspective where none exists. if that shaping is no more reliable than its material, so be it: perhaps a well-wrought poem in such a world is all the more admirable, and much more fun. the confusions and errors of the maze may be as attractive as the transcendent view. and if truth is always deferred, redefined by another twist, a fresh perspective, a different viewer, so what?" (x pg. 337)

tldr: will's journey through europe, exploring hannibal's memory palace is comparable to theseus' exploration of the labyrinth in search of the minotaur. hannibal is simultaneously daedalus (the labyrinth's creator), his person suit, the minotaur, his monster, and ariadne, a lover who allows theseus to not get lost in the labyrinth. the ravenstag and hannibal and will's psychological connection and deep understanding of e/o could also be compared to ariadne's thread. the center of a labyrinth is commonly something that is protected; hannibal says his home is at the center of his mind — hannibal's mind palace protects mischa at the center. even when will leaves the labyrinth and finds hannibal, there is not much higher knowledge gained from the journey, as would be expected. that is because we are still in the labyrinth, such is life. the absurdity and chaos of the hannibal plot, the repeating themes, plotlines, and endless parallels exacerbate this point, and emphasizes the inextricability of life, and the fact that there is no one correct path in the winding maze of life.

#i am not a classicist so dont kill me if i got anything wrong #this was fun to write though and that book i reference 400 times was fun to read #labyrinths are more interesting than i thought theyd be #i hope i made any sense #if not my excuse is i made this purposefully labyrinthine 🤯 #LOL JK #ik this is basically like #‘u cant criticize hannibal for being confusing and weird bc its supposed to be thay way bc metaphors’ #but u can #i just like talking about the chaos as a purposeful tool in the show rather than an accidental flaw #bc i do think it is deliberate #anyway #my first meta i finished in a WHILE #also the theseus connection is a bit weak but i thought it could be a good intro to the elements of a labyrinth as they relate to hannibal #soz if its confusing #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal #will graham #pluto analyzes #hannigram #hannibal meta #hannibal analysis #secondo #dolce #media analysis #parallels #hannibal parallels #labyrinth

[orions-tears]

Close to the Sun - Aesop Sharp [ Part 4]

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x fem!Reader

Themes: Angst, fluff, reminiscent of that one scene from Tangled

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 5 are linked :)

You spent the past week in between your cubicle at the ministry and the Hogwarts library. There's got to be something you're missing. Dittany, Bubotuber Pus and Phoenix tears. There must be something else... You've buried yourself in every book you can find and suddenly it hits you. The one thing no one's written about. Dragon's blood. That has to be it! Right? Honestly, you're taking a shot in the dark but it's worth it to help Aesop. You gather your things and make your way to the Greenhouse at Hogwarts.

"Mirabel!" you shout, running up to the professor.

She spins around and smiles at you. "Hello, my flower! It's been so long! How are you, my dear?"

You smile back and hug her, pulling away and hoisting yourself to sit on the potting table. "I'm wonderful, how are you?"

She folds her hands. "Fantastic! How is it going with Professor Sharp?"

You grip your satchel and grin. "Wonderfully. He's helping me with my potion and I think I've finally found the final ingredient."

She frowns and tilts her head. "I thought the Phoenix tears were the final ingredient...?"

You sigh and shake your head. "I thought that too but it didn't work. I know now what I'm missing! Dragon's blood."

She hesitates and puts her hands on her hips. "Sounds dangerous. Is he going with you?"

You shake your head again. "I couldn't ask him to do that."

"Do what?" a voice asks from the other side of the classroom.

You twist around to see Aesop walking down the stairs towards you. "Oh, umm...nothing."

You turn back around, looking down at you bag.

"She says the last ingredient is dragon blood," Mirabel says, concerned.

You look up at her with a look of betrayal and Aesop walks over, folding his arms.

"Not happening," he says, flatly.

You laugh and get off the table. "I know this is it! I'm getting that blood, no matter what it takes."

Mirabel whimpers, putting her hands on her head. Aesop sighs, looking at you.

"Do you know the story of Icarus?" he asks.

"I don't think so," you reply, furrowing your brows. 

He leans against a table, taking a breath. "Icarus was the son of a craftsman in Crete. The wife of King Minos had fallen in love with the bull, giving birth to the minotaur. Icarus' father was commissioned to build a labyrinth to hold the minotaur. Theseus, the founder of Athens, eventually came to Crete to kill the minotaur and leave with the princess. Unfortunately, Theseus had killed the minotaur with a weapon created by Icarus' father."

"Hang on," you interject. "What does this have to do with the dragon's blood?"

He shakes his head. "Listen to the whole story."

You sigh and nod.

"When King Minos found out about the father's betrayal, he imprisoned him and his son  in a tower above the palace. Icarus became restless and wanted to explore the lands that lay below. His father was desperate to escape and thought of an idea to leave the tower. He created wings from feathers and wax for him and his son that would fly them away from the palace and from King Minos. He taught Icarus how to use them but warned him not to get to close to the sun as the wax would melt. Soon, they made their escape and flew up above the palace, leaving Crete, but Icarus was consumed by the need to explore. He flew higher and higher towards the sun and the wax on his wings melted. He fell from the sky, his father unable to save him, and fell into the sea and drowned."

You fold your arms and frown at him. "That was a depressing story, Aesop."

He chuckles. "An important one. If you fly too close to the sun, (Y/N), your wings will melt."

You shake your head and grab your bag. "I'll be fine. I can do this. I need to help you." You quickly leave the greenhouse, readying yourself for what's to come.

Aesop looks at Mirabel and sighs. "I'll have to follow her, won't I?"

Mirabel, nods, holding her hands to her chest. "I'm afraid so..."

***

Now the question is where do you find a dragon? You quickly made your way up into the hills of the coast, hoping to find a dragon lair. You've been planning how you'll even be able to kill it as you climb up. You really hope Aesop didn't follow you. If he gets injured because he's helping you, you'll never forgive yourself. Confringo, diffindo, glacius, bombardo, immobulus... a curse if you really need it.

You hear a roar in the distance and look up, seeing wings disappear behind the peak. You swallow hard and keep climbing. Eventually you shuffle through a cave in the mountain, emerging out of the other side. A Hebridean Black rests on a boulder on the other side of the clearing. You take a deep breath, shutting your eyes tightly. You set your bag down and pull your wand out. Standing up, you open your eyes and make your way towards the dragon. It turns to you and roars, taking off into the sky. You groan and watch it leave. Suddenly, you hear footsteps. A lot of them. You spin around and see poachers running into the clearing. This is going to be harder than you thought...

You start to fight off the poachers but the dragon returns. Focusing on both parties isn't as easy as you'd hoped it would be. You dodge the dragon's flames but get hit with diffindo as you recover. It goes on like this for what feels like hours and you're getting tired. You've barely landed any hits on the actual dragon you came here for. You spin back to the dragon, ready to attack as you feel a sudden pain between your shoulder blades as you're sent to the ground. Your vision fades out quickly as a blinding pain surges through your body. You didn't hear the curse...

You can feel tears streaming down your face and that's about all you can feel aside from the lightening moving through your body. Your breathing is labored as you collapse in a ball on the ground. The pain is supposed to go away...Why won't it go away...? Suddenly you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders. You panic and try to move away but then you feel the hand on your head. You blink a couple times, your vision slowly coming back. You can just barely see Aesop leaning over you, worry written on his face. You try to move onto your hands and knees but whimper in pain, falling down again. Dark lines run over your arms, the darker places feeling like fire in your veins. 

The dragon... You look up and it's lying, lifeless on the ground. Did he kill it...? He pulls you into a sitting position against his chest and moves a vial in front of you. You can feel he's speaking to you, but you can't hear what he's saying. He helps you to drink the potion and you feel your body get warm. Really warm... You close your eyes, unable to stay awake.

***

"I can't believe it really was dragon's blood..." says a voice in the distance.

"She's lucky...if it hadn't been, she'd have died," says another, sighing.

You open your eyes and sit up. You're in an unfamiliar room. You stand up and look around. The room is dark, aside from a fireplace lit in the right corner. You walk to the door, leaning your ear against it.

"How did you know how to brew it?" asks Mirabel.

"I simply followed her instructions," replies Aesop.

You lean back and look around. This is his room? You suddenly remember the dark veins on your arms and look down. They're gone. You feel fine. Something's wrong. You open the door and run out, causing the two to look over at you in surprise.

"The blood! Did you get any?" you almost shout, heart racing.

He frowns at you and nods. "I got enough."

Mirabel walks over and gently places her hands on your shoulders. "How are you feeling, my dear?"

You look at her, and smile sadly. "I'm alright, Mirabel. Promise..." You look back at Aesop and he looks away. "Aesop, the blood, where is it?"

He sighs and looks back at you. "Your potion works, (Y/N). It cures the uncurable. Be happy."

You shake your head. "I don't understand. You've brewed it? You drank it already?"

He frowns and walks over to the chair in front of the fireplace, sitting down. He still has the limp...

"No...No you said it worked." You walk over, staring down at him. "If it worked, why does your injury still bother you."

He rubs his hand over his eyebrows, sighing. "You would have died without it..."

You shake your head, pacing in front of the fireplace. "No...no...no you were supposed to take it, Aesop. You. Not me. Why?"

He stands and holds your arms, halting you. "(Y/N), I would live the rest of my days incapacitated if it meant you were safe. You are so much more important than me."

You stare at him, tears beginning to run down you face. "No..."

He nods, smiling softly at you. "Yes...Don't feel regret for what I did. It saved you and that isn't something I can regret." He hugs your tightly, stroking your hair. You lean your face into his shoulder, sobbing, You were supposed to heal him. You failed...

He pulls away and looks down at you. "Don't think you've failed me. You may have flown to close to the sun, but I will always catch you."

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[hotlineamyfics]

Yet another Ultrakill fic. I didn't expect to drop another one so soon but I kinda wrote this one on a whim, and wanted to finish it up before I start doing some major overtime at work.

My confidence in my writing has been a bit shot lately so I'm not sharing/spamming this one around too much but whatever, smth smth fake it til you make it.

Summary: A stroll through Greed's palace leads to inevitable disagreement for King Minos and King Sisyphus.

Mostly gen but gets shippier at the end, as a lot of my "gen" fics tend to be lately lmao. OH and uh. Vague P-2 spoilers.

#ultrakill #ultrakill minos #ultrakill sisyphus #minos prime #sisyphus prime #king sisyphus #king minos #echoing what I said in my fic tags: should I delete the Prime tags since this is pre-canon or?? #my fic #fanfic #fan fiction #ultrakill fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ultrakill spoilers #P-2 #ultrakill P-2

[gyarubloodbath]

slaughtered vomit doll

character: ran haitani/gross man tw: anal sex, coercion, sex in clothes, in public, in front of mirror, splashing, humiliation, alcohol & smoke, emetophilia. synopsis: the cafe opened not so long ago, and even liechtenstein rents visitors in it. with such a strange name — «vomit gore», but outwardly everything is made to match the style of jirai kei or ryousangata (what is it right to call schoolgirls?), and most importantly: boys to match this fashion. remarkably, everyone in this cursed place has their own nickname and for some reason a female one… it seemed good to a pure soul to earn not only honest, albeit strange by choice, labor, but also to sell a sweet body. art by @nectar__

the skirt rustles from the uncertain movements of someone else's sweaty, greasy hands, once covered with sperm. abomination on abomination. ran sighs resignedly, flaring his nostrils as he inhales, and when he exhales, he moves his gaze somewhere to the side — a dirty toilet bowl, outside only a licked cafe with guys dressed in dresses, whose ambassadors they are. the corner of the tile attracted the guy's gaze so much: he just stood and did not even blink, narrowing his eyes, allowing other people's hands — living their own lives of goetz von berlichingen — to stroke the abs, which caused ran to suck his stomach into himself, reflexively avoiding touching, — pelvis, — the bones of which bulged and foreign fingers tickled them, and ran he was shaking, twitching — thighs from the inside and outside.

«how long has the floor been smeared with shit?»

the cafe opened not so long ago, and even liechtenstein rents visitors in it. with such a strange name — «vomit gore», but outwardly everything is made to match the style of jirai kei or ryousangata (what is it right to call schoolgirls?), and most importantly: boys to match this fashion. dresses in dusty pink, gray, black colors, necessarily with ruffles and complex patterns on the sleeves or aprons, tattoos on the hair in the appropriate style, with bows on the sides, chokers with symbols of death, and even leg warmers or lolita socks as a gift. remarkably, everyone in this cursed place has their own nickname and always for some reason a female one…

— angela…

ran twitches: the eye twitches, the fists clench, pinching somewhere in the palms of the hands because of the nails, even in gloves, the toes curl up in high platforms, interrupting the frantic desire to hit the ugly, cartoonish wanker shot- lolicon. who would have thought that ran would come to this? almost all colleagues fucked the regular customers of the damn cafe, and someone went in the second round… so ran entered this number "almost everything", arranging for himself a second circle of hell, voluptuously torturing himself with a steep storm under the gaze of the minos guardian — in the shell of a sweating, all awkward, nasty otaku man over thirty.

the palm immediately got wet, slipping to the side, the glove got dirty. violet eyes quickly glanced at the washbasin, nose wrinkled from the already rich mess in a huge bottle of smells stored here, apparently, since the opening: fresh vomit with undigested dessert from this cafe, mixed with blood and water, a hellish cocktail "burning" the ran's hand, which realizes and imagines in all colors that there could be a lot of dried urine and a long trail of feces on the rim of the toilet in one of the booths, the door of which is generously open wide; the sharp smell of sweat piercing the guy's nose, the onion aroma, as if buried alive in the same living coffin, envelops the mind of a ran that you don't want to think at all, drunkenly sprawled over washbasins and mirrors, spreading your legs as only rindo can. but the wound only needs to return a narrowed look at his client, who had a happy day in his life and who is «always right!»:

— yes?

lips pursed from a piercing pain right in the anus, giving directly to the head, buzzing and ringing, so loudly declaring itself, punching with a hammer temples, whose skin is thin and delicate like chinese silk, and a crystal skull. the scream stuck somewhere in my throat. ran tried so hard to remain silent and not make a sound, just not to further provoke the vulgar man right above him, defiling, abusing the pale, previously full of doubts about his actions body. a green wad of money is seen in the guy's eyes, seeing it instead of his reflection in the mirror. it seemed good to a pure soul to earn not only honest, albeit strange by choice, labor, but also to sell a sweet body to those who would offer a large sum. and who, except avid anime-fans, will not skimp on a figurine of their favorite idol or a night with a maid boy?

a dirty palm wraps around the cock of a guy with pigtails, who got up after excessive stimulation of the prostate with someone else's penis. natural lubricant drips from the man's hands, dripping in dull drops onto the toilet tile, trying to get at least one weak moan from haitani. ran is well restrained, but he is focused on completely different things, paying attention to the dirty and yellowed corner of the mirror.

«is the mirror in the vomit too?»

ran felt bad. whether from the «mont blanc» drunk earlier — cold, burning throat at the first sip — or from the whole situation as a whole, emotionally oppressive, covering a young man with a wide layer with his head slowly going to hell, cinematic, vomit. my throat is tickling, nausea creeps up imperceptibly, rushing to dirty everything around, this slow torture chamber.

— iffeelbadd… — ran whispers inarticulately, shifting his hands from one side of the sink to the other, staggering over another washbasin standing next to him.

the second weakness — right between the legs of the trembling, weak ones — is released without warning, forcing ran to exhale loudly and moan just as loudly from relaxation and satisfaction of its natural needs, restrained for so long. a fairly powerful stream of urine, due to an excited penis, cuts into the dress, which instantly absorbs the liquid, cutting into someone else's nostrils with a pungent smell, but this further corrupts the already sinful mind, presenting such vivid paintings that an artist will paint them for very big money, fanning himself like a fan with cards lying in your hand.

shame is out of the question. in this state, he cannot think about the serious consequences of his actions and even about what is happening now.

hands release the wound and someone else's penis comes out of it, satisfying itself alone, watching a boy in a dress who hesitantly steps from foot to foot, controlled only by a feeling of freedom, light, but at the same time heavy because of the viscous sputum, which first visited the stomach acid, clumps gathering into one large mucus, then migrated into the throat, tearing it apart, pushing only forward, despite all the obstacles that she met. ran slips in a puddle — created by himself due to incontinence and weakness, blindly trusting weak legs — and falls on an unpleasantly warm floor, smearing yellow liquid on his underpants and the rest of the hem of his dress, immediately wiping the tiles with it, picking up drops with gloves. however, the proximity to the natural discharge does not immediately make the wound feel better: he is sick and he pointlessly tries to stop the accumulated vomiting, which does not stop staining gloves — marinating and haitani's hands — and pouring the floor, pieces of an incompletely digested burger cling to the apron, turning yellow-brown, almost orange. the wanker, on the contrary, corresponding to this status, masturbates, enjoying the sounds that the vomit «angela aberdeen», named after some canadian actress who recently died, makes. reaching the climax, he manages to save this moment on the phone camera by recording a short video for thirteen seconds, where he pours cum on ran's hair, staining his face in parallel, drunkenly smearing the whitish liquid on his cheeks. by this time, ran stops vomiting, spitting out the last remnants of vomit directly on himself, swaying from side to side, crying softly and breathing very quickly, picking up snot with a less dirty glove.

an expensive pack of cigarettes flies into the basket and the last cigarette is ignited by the bright flame of a lighter, generously painted by his brother with sophisticated "tags". the infernal cauldron is waiting for ran in the depths of hell, smoke coming from a cigarette, tobacco seeping into the body of a young man, examining every organ: damaged lungs, a moss — overgrown heart — lost once in the forest and rinsed with dew — and rotting intestines with a stomach, blood drenched — leaving traces from the very bottom and to the top. soon, after dinner and the toilet, ran will be cleansed, with his fingers making his way into the very depths of himself, not knowing what awaits him, studying with his very tips, tickling his nerves and convolutions, his bold thoughts, and after that, he thinks to take a good shower.

#tokrev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers ran #tokrev ran #ran haitani

[blu-joons]

When He Catches Another Idol Staring At You ~ Winner Reaction

Jinwoo:

“Is everything alright?” You asked Jinwoo, taking a seat beside him as you noticed him sat at the table all by himself, distant from everything.

“I guess,” he hummed, trying his best not to seem bothered beside you, but at the same time, unable to switch his brain off.

The feeling of a hand against his leg finally made him look across at you, “you know that you can say if something is on your mind, don’t you Jin?”

“It’s stupid,” he tried to tell you, “but all night I’ve just been noticing Minhyun looking nowhere else around the room other than where you are?”

“You’re not jealous that he’s staring at me, are you?”

“Only I should stare at you.”

A chuckle came from you as your head rested against Jinwoo’s shoulder, “it’s sweet Jinwoo how protective you are sometimes.”

“I don’t like it at all Y/N,” he reiterated, “it must kill him knowing that he can only look at you from a distance, not like me.

“You’re the lucky one who gets to be right beside me.”

“And I’m very lucky too.”

Seunghoon:

“Are you even listening to me?” You snapped at Seunghoon, waving your hand in front of his face to try and get his attention back to you.

“Sorry, w-what were you saying?” He stuttered, reluctantly turning away from what had caught his focus and moving to look at you.

The expression on your face made him stand tall, smiling weakly at you. “I’ve been talking to you for ages and you’ve not listened to a single word of it.”

“I am interested,” Seunghoon protested, “but it’s hard to focus on you when I know when I look away that Jeonghan is staring at you from behind me.”

“There’s no way that he would be staring at me Seunghoon.”

“I bet that he fancies you too.”

Your shoulders shrugged as Seunghoon began to stress himself out again, “and is it him that I fancy, or is it someone else?”

“Someone else,” Seunghoon murmured, catching your smile as he began to figure out what the point you were making was.

“So, who do you think is the one you should stare at?”

“You, the answer is definitely you.”

Mino:

“You want to go?” You quizzed Minho in surprise, feeling his whisper linger against your ear, asking if you were ready to head home with him.

“I can’t settle here,” he confessed, catching Sehun out of the corner of his eye once again, looking across in the direction of you.

Your brows knitted together as you studied Minho closely, “are you going to tell me what’s wrong or am I going to have to break you down to tell me?”

“Sehun keeps staring at you,” Minho informed you, keeping his voice quiet so that no one else could hear, “I just feel like I need to watch him all the time.”

“And you’re going to let him ruin our evening together?”

“He’s really annoying me Y/N.”

You leaned across and pressed a kiss against Minho’s cheek, “I can think of something that might make you forget about that.”

“If distracting me means getting more of those kisses, you won’t hear me complaining,” Minho joked, “I could be swayed.”

“Shall we head somewhere that no one else can see us?”

“I like the sound of that a lot.”

Seungyoon:

“What has gotten into you?” You asked Seungyoon as soon as the two of you found a couple of moments to finally be alone together.

“He won’t stop staring at you,” Seungyoon mumbled underneath his breath in reply to you, “does he really think that you’ll pay attention.”

Your eyes turned around, soon noticing Kihyun sat across the room and staring at you. “Just ignore him, you’re giving him what he wants right now.”

“I can’t ignore him,” Seungyoon sighed, “I won’t settle Y/N until it is absolutely clear to him that you’re taken, and that he won’t be getting near you.”

“And is by being loud the way that you’re going to do that?”

“I don’t even know right now Y/N.”

You took a step forward, holding onto Seungyoon’s hand. “Whatever you’re doing isn’t working, maybe you should ignore him.”

“I guess you’ve got a point,” Seungyoon admitted, his voice trailing off, “but I still don’t like the guy very much, at all.”

“I’m sure he’s not your biggest fan either you know Yoon.”

“Yeah, but he’s just jealous of me Y/N.”

---

Masterlist

#winner #winner imagine #winner reaction #winner scenario #winner reactions #winner scenarios #jinwoo imagine #seunghoon imagine #mino imagine #seungyoon imagine #jinwoo #seunghoon #mino #seungyoon #winner drabble #winner one shot #winner fluff #kpop #kpop imagine

[silversiren1101]

Made it to the Abyss finally in Mino's Hard run and man: the first hour she gets there she's already a mess. Suture happens to be the first demon she runs into and she turns him into paste against the cave wall and everyone kind of stares because woah that was... a little much, Commander. She just turns towards them and says it's a demon and their mission still stands - since when have they shown mercy to the enemy? But that's not it, it's that she didn't stop long after the dretch was dead.

Then they get into the Lower City and the first thing she does? Knock back shots from the bartender without even testing for poison or thinking about it. One would've been believable: just a purchase to get the barkeeper to talk gossip and information. Then she orders another, and one more, and even the demon behind the counter is giving her looks.

That growing realization from everyone that is not Regill that, "Oh no, she is not okay." Because he could hear her heart shattering the second Galfrey stripped her of her title right there in the Midnight Fane.

#silversirenwrites #oc: minovae arangeir #wrath of the righteous #pathfinder wotr

[ystrike1]

Koi to Dangan - By Mino Nozomi (8/10)

I think this one has a pretty big cult following. There's a live action Japanese drama series based on it! The cover art for this looks nice, and the leading man is attractive, but beware. Our female lead suffers from my-eyes-are-so-huge-they-look-alien syndrome. No one else has the huge shoujo eyes, so she kinda stands out in a bad way.

Welcome to the world of Koi to Dangan! It's an unrealistic fantasy land where Yakuza gangsters deeply respect women. Oya, a thirty five year old gang leader, never lets women get involved in his battles. He safely escorts the poor things away from gunfights that he causes. He's a hero. He's a level ten woman respecter. Yes there's some old timey sexism in this. Yes there's a huge age gap in this. Yes, half the chapters are sex scenes. Hear me out. Oya is a yandere. He admits it. He literally says he's "dominant and possessive".

Oya has been in relationships before. Duh. He's thirty five, but he quickly falls in love with a twenty year old college student. He seduces her with great sex, money, and his soft side. Before you keep reading beware. Some of the lines in this are painfully awkward. It's not unreadable though, because the drama is dramatic.

Shit happens in this.

Nobody stands around doing nothing.

This is Yuri. She's a college student. She played lots of sports in high school and she's pretty strong, even though she's skinny. Everybody says she looks like a model. She doesn't date. She wants her man to love her for who she is. She doesn't want to be treated like a trophy.

So later she becomes a housewife of course.

Oya is actually pretty good boyfriend material. He develops feelings for Yuri after she beats up a group of perverts with a chair. He saves her. His manliness attracts her, and they become a couple after she watches him get shot. When she sees him bleed she knows she cares for him. She can't resist him, even though she knows he's dangerous.

Oya isn't just a killer. He's smart. When Yuri gets kidnapped by this awful rapey Russian guy he plans ahead. He uses Russian guy's narcissism to defeat him. Sidenote there's alot of weird fetish stuff in this story. Yuri is in lingerie in every other chapter. I honestly think the male character designs in this are nice. The older women also look nice. Yuri, specifically, looks like a toothpick alien. The way she's designed kinda ruins the scenes she's in. Anyway every man she meets is horny for her, and Oya has to fight them off.

There's a honeymoon arc. We find out that both sides of this couple are pretty damn toxic. They don't need anyone else. They only need each other. Yuri lies to everyone in her life. She says she's not dating anyone, but she moves in with Oya. Her parents don't even know she's dating him. Oyas family also tries to break them up, but it doesn't work.

There are three entire chapters dedicated to an extreme biting fetish/sex stuff. Oya says he wants to see Yuri covered in his marks. She wants the same thing. They spend like an entire day biting each other. It's disgusting, but hey it made me pay attention and erotic mangas are boring 99% of the time.

After the honeymoon there's an Evil Sexy Older Woman arc. Choko has been madly in love with Oya for five years. She decides to use Yuri to get close to him. Unfortunately she's crazy so she goes too far. She wants to hurt Yuri. She comes up with a complicated plan to get Oya's attention, and she buys some rapists to use on Yuri. It's pretty fucked up. The rape almost actually happens, but Yuri isn't completely brain dead. She noticed that Choko is weird, so she calls Oya for help. When Choko lures her out ten bodyguards are waiting in the shadows.

Choko is defeated and out of the way in three chapters.

This is Jin. He's a young hot police officer. He's Yuri's childhood friend, and he's madly in love with her. He's not a moron, so he knows Yuri is dating a criminal. He says he'll marry her and take care of her instead. By the way Yuri has like no dreams and she's shit at everything besides sports and being pretty. She was like...created to be a pretty stay at home wife. That gets super grating.

Jin steals Yuri.

This happens.

Bye.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #manga #manga review #Koi to Dangan

[episodicnostalgia]

Star Trek: The Next Generation, 120 (Apr. 11, 1988) - “The Arsenal of Freedom”

Teleplay by: Richard Manning & Hans Beimler Story by: Maurice Hurley & Robert Lewin Directed by: Les Landau

The Breakdown

The USS Drake has gone missing after being sent to investigate a planet (Minos) whose entire population has ALSO gone missing; so naturally the Enterprise has been sent to figure out why there are so many missing people connected to one planet.  On a probably-unrelated-note, it turns out the Minosians were arms dealers who sold super advanced weaponry, but I’m sure that won’t be relevant to the following 45 minutes.  Anyways, the Enterprise arrives at Minos to find zero signs of life, except for a hailing frequency originating on the planet’s surface.  Obviously Picard accepts the call, but it just turns out to be one of those un-skippable YouTube advertisements for a highly advanced weapons system, and Picard is like “That was weird. We should send some people to the surface to check that out.”

For what must be a first for this ENTIRE crew, Tasha makes a rational security decision in convincing Riker to keep the away team as small as possible, in the interest of general ship safety (since there is absolutely no sign of the missing Drake, which I honestly think is a MUCH bigger red flag than Picard is making it out to be).  Riker agrees (taking only himself, Tasha, and Data), but gets himself caught in a statis field almost immediately, so Picard throws caution to the wind and beams himself AND Dr.  Crusher down to help out… somehow.  Although, credit where credit is due, Picard does have the foresight to leave Geordi in charge of the Enterprise with orders to abandon him and the away team if it means protecting the ship.

Naturally all this leads to a double-jeopardy situation.  Down below, the away team keeps getting attacked by little killer drones that regenerate-and-adapt every time one gets shot down; meanwhile separate drone starts attacking the Enterprise, slowly picking away at the shields (oh, and it can cloak, making it tough to kill).  Geordi finally figures out a way to outsmart his mechanical nemesis by using the displacement of Minos’ upper atmosphere to reveal the drone’s location.  At the same time Picard conveniently falls into a pit that happens to contain a control panel that activates the holographic salesman (from the aforementioned automated message) who prompts him to finalize the purchase of their killer drones, in order to “end the demonstration”; thus completing what has apparently been a VERY high-stakes sales pitch. 

At this point it’s been concluded that the Minosians accidentally created a killing machine that was so effective it accidentally murdered their entire species, in addition to anyone who came poking around.  Since the Enterprise is now safe, and the mystery of the Drake’s disappearance is solved (in that the crew are confirmed to have met a nightmarish end), we can chalk this up to another happy ending!

The Verdict

There’s something to be said for a straightforward adventure story, and ‘arsenal of freedom’ successfully delivers on that front.  I can’t say there’s enough going on here for me to classify this episode as one of “the greats,” but it makes good use what it does have.

The highlight of this episode has to be Geordi’s command of the Enterprise.  It’s nice to see some genuine progression for a character that I’ve often felt gets overlooked, made all the better by the fact that I found his solution to the drone battle refreshingly plausible!  Usually when Star Trek is dealing with cloaked adversaries, it gets resolved with some kind of tachyon-scanner-upgrade-techno babble.  That’s all well-and-good AS LONG the writers also take care not to abuse such genre-conventions (which is another matter entirely), but I still tend to prefer solutions that adhere to the laws of physics.  As for Geordi’s time in command, I also appreciate how this episode builds on his previous experiences, in throwing him a greater challenge to overcome.

The away team’s adventure definitely makes up the weaker half of the episode, but even that is at least cheesily entertaining, avoiding any glaringly cringy moments.  My main criticism would be over how convenient Picard’s discovery of the control panel was, allowing him to call off the drones; but this is far from the most egregious deus ex machina on a Star Trek show, and it certainly won’t be the last.

But yeah, fun stuff.

3 stars (out of 5)

Additional Observations

I’ve gotta say, the skies of Minos are a beautiful shade of bluescreen- I mean blue.

TNG always suffered from a “women character problem”, in that the writers seldom knew what to do with them, so I was pleasantly surprised with this episode.  It’s not so much that writers did anything groundbreaking with the ladies here, but this has been their best overall use of them up to this point, by my reckoning. Tasha is shown to be competent and reliable, Crusher is able to keep her wits about her after she’s injured (even getting some added backstory), and even Deanna’s council to Goerdi isn’t half bad (which is really saying something for these early episodes).  The show still has a tremendous amount of work left to do in this regard, but it’s at least a tiny step in the right direction.

BATTLE BRIDGE:  This is only the second time we’ve been shown the Enterprise’s saucer section separating from the rest of the ship.  It’s a pretty cool feature that will be seldom used, but it’s an effective way to sell the raised stakes of a given situation, and thoughtfully applied here.

#star trek the next generation #tng season 1 #the arsenal of freedom #retro review #star trek review #geordi la forge #tasha yar #battle bridge #saucer section #enterprise d #star trek tng #star trek #80s tv series #80s tv shows #80s tv #tv review #tv show review #scifi #murder drones #richard manning #hans beimler #maurice hurley #robert lewin #les landau #episodic nostalgia

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this started out as tags on a post but i realized i should probably just. make my own post at this point.

anyways ohhhg my god dont even TALK to me about a post-prime trio situation. ill start crying. GOOD GOD the betrayal and even if its post 6-2 that they meet again what would there even be to SAYYYY!!!

chewing on the minosgabe especially because like okay. minos was getting through to him before he was assassinated. gabriel knew that the council (and by extension The Father Himself, though he'd never admit it) were being needlessly cruel to the sinners. not just in lust but through all of hell (he was the closest to the ferrymen but knew of the futility of their devotion for example). but i think it scared him to think about everything he's ever known being a lie, not to mention the threat of getting his light and title stripped if he stepped out of line. so to reconcile it, he followed orders and killed minos. maybe he convinced himself (or was convinced) minos was trying to lead him astray or smthn.

gabriel would not only understand minos wanting to shred him, he'd Want him to. the only way gabriel knows how to make things right is someone getting hurt. so it's natural for him to offer an eye for an eye so to speak. and of course minos would want to kick his ass at first (his whole boss fight speech is pretty indicative of this i think). but given time to think with his Judge Brain, he'd realize death is not fitting for what he did. gabriel wants it to be, but that's because the only kind of justice he knows is the kind the church teaches. minos knows it would be infinitely better (and infinitely crueler, in a way) to let him live with himself.

ohhgggg and sisyphus and minos post prime... this really depends on how one sees their relationship while they were alive. BUT. the dynamic of like. these two who have faced actual hell together and were murdered by the same guy only to come back irreversibly altered in every sense of the world. and despite everything it's still the man they fell in love with but theres so much each went through that the other wont know. BUT THE LOVE IS STILL THERE. (havr you noticed a pattern with me about this theme) godddd and then to have them be faced with gabriel.. also changed deeply from who he used to be but who is still the angel who killed them. (IN A SENSE. because he hasnt had as much Time as the other two. and we all know how the church has to be taken out of someone. piece by bloody piece.) to have gabriel There before them understanding what he did was infinitely fucked and understanding if they want to kill him.

and don't even get me STARTED on gabriel and sisyphus post prime. here is this angel who minos tried to change while he was alive. tried to make him see the injustices of heaven. and sisyphus Saw the progression in his thinking on the rare occasions where they did meet. and maybe he started to hope that things could be different because if even the Righteous Hand Of The Father can have doubts in the system then maybe change is possible. but then gabriel kills both of them on the council's orders. and he knows that dogma is buried deeper in his being than either of them can know, let alone change, like that deer that got shot through the rib but lived and ossified the arrow - but they're on the killing end of it, so what does it matter in the end?

i don't know how they'd cross the bridge of trust at first tbh. i don't think minos would even want to look at gabriel. (he trusted him.) and yeah gabriel changed especially post 6-2/council murder but there's only so far that can take him. like i said above i think minos would let/make him live with what he did. i don't think sisyphus would want to take gabriel out as much, esp. if it's post 6-2 since at that point gabriel is just as holy as they are and killing him wouldn't really change anything. he's changed but he's still got a very long way to go yk?

ugh idk i feel like i could draw this better than i can write it. these are just random characters they don't mean anythingg

#ultrakill tag #nobody talk to me or look at me or percieve my existence at all. #this isnt even my toys at this point this is my visions #if it hadnt been so shocking if it hadnt hurt so bad perhaps i couldve moved my shaking hands to hit you back. thats minosgabe betrayalto me

[renaisguy]

Dear Vanessa,

Hey, this is Forde of Renais. I hope my brother found a way to get this letter to you. A lot’s happened recently and I started thinking “hey, I could write to her too!” I’m currently at the officer’s academy in Fodlan, yes that’s the same place Innes is (maybe you should visit eh?), and I’m having a great time.

It’s a shame we drifted apart-

In case you were wondering, I haven’t fallen asleep on a battlefield once since I last saw you! You must be proud I’m sure. I’ve been picking up magic, healing mostly. You said you were always interested right? Well I thought I had no affinity for it until a year ago, you should definitely give it another shot. 

I’ve continued painting, I’ve actually retired from the Renais military now to pursue that. It’s a shame I can’t send them in the mail. 

I hope you’re doing well, and I hope Titania’s doing well. Feel no pressure to respond, but I’d love to hear from you.

Forde

...

Kyle

I’m touched! Extract from letter 9 months ago: “Are you so lazy that you can’t write one letter in 3 months?” Extract from letter 8 months ago: “If you are alive, reply posthaste.” Extract from letter 6 months ago: “Please say you’re alive.” You’ve gone soft. 

I am alive, and I haven’t just been ignoring your letters for the record. I was sent on a mission I volunteered for a dangerous mission, and ended up stuck somewhere where captured and we only escaped this very week. I was one of the lucky ones

I hope my letter finds you well. Seriously. Franz told me how you’ve been acting- I’m sorry that I made you worry- I wouldn’t die and leave you alone.

I missed you too. 

Reply whenever you feel like it. God knows I’ve kept you waiting.

Forde

...

Dear Franz, 

Sorry I haven’t been replying to your letters, I hope you haven’t been too worried. Even though it’s been so long, you never lost hope that I’d be here. I was in tears reading everything- Long story short, the mission lasted a lot longer than I was expecting. But it’s fine, I think. I’m safe now, I think. 

We found ourselves in a village, and we lived with them. I made a lot of friends, one of them was a plant! I went fishing a lot, though it never tasted as good as your fish does. Sir Sigurd was there, I hope you remember him from my previous letter. Mark and Lianna were the other two I got pretty close too. Lovely girls. There was Aphaea, I don’t know where she is now, but she told some great stories! There was Chiron-

5 children died. Minos and Arke succumbed to a flood, before I got to know them. At times I began to forget they’d even existed. Nephele and Brizo were siblings, their mother Euphorie took her own life after they perished. Chiron went fishing with us, just a week before he died. He had such a lovely smile on his face when he caught that fish, and then he was gone

Arke had a mother too, she was distraught when-

Bronte and Eurus also succumbed to the flood.

There were others that died, but they were brought back to life. It’s horrible, but I can’t stop thinking the children should have been revived instead. That is, if they ever existed-

It didn’t feel like a year. I’ve lost a year of my life and I think I just slept through it. Even for me that’s-

It felt like a dream-

I don't understand what happened to us, and I'm terrified-

I haven’t been able to sleep as much, I keep worrying I’ll wake up and I’ll be back there

…

Dear Franz, 

Sorry I haven’t been replying to your letters, I hope you haven’t been too worried. Long story short, the mission lasted a lot longer than I was expecting. But it’s fine, I’m safe now.

How are you? Did you ask that girl out yet? Hope I haven’t missed too much this year. I’m gonna stay at the academy a while longer, but I might try to visit sometime. Send everyone my love, give Kyle a hug from me. (Or if that’s too informal give him a handshake instead)

Love, the best brother in the world (Forde)

Ps. Do you remember Vanessa? The girl I met during the war? If you figure out where she lives, could you give her her letter?

#drabble #//I'm not planning on doing post-event threads but here's his mental state #toaapollyonouranos2024