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nalgenewhore · 2 years

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be still, my foolish heart

elide x lorcan, canon era, arranged marriage/confession, word count: 4479

The castle of Perranth had been a storm of activity for the past week, readying for the newlywed’s first ball. It would be the largest gathering since their nuptials, royals and important figures from across the globe travelling to revel in the merriment.

Of course, the event would not be so merry for the couple themselves. For them both, it was another night of putting on a show and holding themselves to the promises neither had ever wanted to make. The choice wasn’t theirs, but there was far too much at stake. They were resigned to their roles as figurines, to be pawns in another’s game.

Still, Lorcan silently mused, there was some good to look forward to. It would be the first time he’d have the freedom to see his closest friends, males that had grown to be his most cherished companions. He had the decency to not lie to himself—he would enjoy spending time with Elide as well.

He stepped out of his dressing room, looking at the door across the carpeted hall. A few months ago, the very sight of it would’ve made him scowl. Now, something like sullen resignation flickered briefly in his chest, mild irritation for the event that had disrupted their lives. Lorcan didn’t hold onto the feeling like he might have once. She was as powerless as he. They had found themselves in this arranged situation through no fault of their own, and it was useless to blame one another for their circumstances.

During the earlier months, neither had been introspective enough to realise that, and it had led to some… tense moments between them, to say the least. Lorcan couldn’t pinpoint a moment when it had all changed. Somewhere along the way, it just had. They were pleasant to each other. Friends, he supposed. No, not friends. He wasn’t sure. Their lives were far easier when they didn’t have hundreds of onlookers, and everything had become simpler when they both realised that. Away from everything else, something different had blossomed between them, even though Lorcan couldn’t put his finger on it.

The way he thought about Elie certainly wasn’t how he thought about his other friends.

One of her attendants opened the door, interrupting his train of thought. For a moment, Lorcan gained an unobscured view into the dressing room. Her back was to him as she sat at her vanity, and their eyes met in the mirror.

He blinked, intrigued by the dramatic kohl accentuating the angular shape of her eyes.

Elide gazed back at him, her lashes batting, satisfaction curling her lips into a small smirk.

The very next second, though, the door was shut and her attendant scolded him, “Lord Lochan, you’re not to see the lady until she’s ready.”

Lorcan regarded the mortal woman with slight boredom. “She’s my wife,” he argued, just because he could.

Charlotte was Elide’s favourite handmaiden, simply because she was never affected by Lorcan’s intimidating persona. Neither Elide nor Charlotte ever let him get away with anything. She clicked her tongue and herded him away and down the hall. “Do you really think you can fool me with something like that?”

He chuckled, strolling beside her. “I had to try, didn’t I?” They reached a bend in the path and before they turned the corner, Lorcan glanced back reflexively. He knew exactly what, or who, he was looking for. Charlotte knew as well, if her own little smirk wasn’t enough to go by. He rolled his eyes at her, muttering something about how many busybodies there were in the castle.

She escorted him to the front hall of the lady and lord’s chambers, where he was to wait until Elide was finished. “Sit and keep yourself out of trouble.” Charlotte sniffed tolerantly, “Lady Lochan should be finished shortly. I do hope you manage to contain yourself.”

With that, Charlotte was gone, back to aid Elide.

Lorcan sighed to himself and decided to stand until Elide had arrived. Sitting would no doubt crease his new tunic, and he thought of how foolish it would be to accompany her looking a mess. He studied the portraits on the walls, painted faces of Elide’s family. His too, one could argue.

The largest portrait was a painting of Marion, her mother. He stared up at it, perusing every inch of the painting.

She had an oval-shaped face, like Elide’s. Her skin was pale, and Lorcan was sure that it was marked with the same freckles as her daughter, though the artist hadn’t captured that level of detail. She was regal. It was shown in the slope of her cheekbones, the tilt of her eyes… the way she stared at him, through the canvas.

Marion’s portrait had witnessed much over the past half-year. Some of their worst behaviours, horrific insults and accusations thrown at each other like they meant nothing. They’d torn each other to shreds, to scraps of nothing, without a second’s thought nor moment’s regret. Looking up at Marion now, his guilt was like a brick in his stomach. Lorcan shifted his weight side to side, cracking his knuckles. He didn’t do it much anymore, on account of Elide’s adverse reaction to the sound of bones popping. She hated the sound, so his habit had gone to bed.

He half-smiled to himself, knowing exactly what the male he’d used to be would say if he could see himself. What a lonely person he’d once been.

“You should smile more.”

Lorcan half-turned, not in the least startled by Elide’s silent approach. She was a sneak, at times, and he’d grown used to it. He let his grin stretch a little wider over his lips, “Should I?”

She nodded, her eyes glittering. “Yes.” They stepped towards each other, meeting in the middle of the room.

“Any reason why?”

“Does your wife need a reason when she tells you to do something?”

He chuckled, his heart fluttering with her casual use of the title. His wife. Elide was his wife. “No, I don’t suppose she does.”

Elide raised her hands to fiddle with his tunic. Lorcan watched her, biting the tip of his tongue as to quell the joy he felt. She popped open a few buttons and fussed over the collar of his white dress shirt until it satisfied her. Once she had finished, Elide smoothed one hand down his chest, her touch lingering. “If I liked you, I might say you look handsome tonight.”

“Oh, you would?”

She looked up at him through her lashes, nodding shyly. “Yes. Incredibly so.” One finger traced the subtle stitching on his jacket, which matched the beaded pattern on her gown. “If you liked me, what would you say?”

Lorcan took a step back so he could properly survey the woman before him. He gestured with one finger, and Elide rolled her eyes before she spun around. The beads on her skirts sparkled in the candles and faelights. He smiled as she came to a stop, the edge of her dress brushing against his shins.

She laughed nervously, her cheeks pinking. “Don’t just stand there and stare at me.”

“Mmm, so impatient,” he told her. “Give me a moment, wife.” Elide huffed but let him be. At first glance, her dress seemed black. Upon closer, more careful inspection, Lorcan realised that it was of the deepest purple, his favourite colour on her.

The dress cinched at her waist before flowing into voluminous skirts, dotted with small gems. Her straps were made of the same fabric that was gathered so delicately, and they loosely circled her upper arms before connected to the bodice in the back. They offered no support, Lorcan could tell.

“Turn around for me,” Lorcan murmured, “one more time, darling?” The affectionate utterance slipped from his lips without thought.

Elide gaped a bit, her eyes widening. Great big butterflies flapped around her stomach, and she did as he’d asked. Her throat lodged itself in her throat when she faced him again, and Lorcan didn’t say a word. His dark gaze didn’t lift to hers, either.

After too many agonising moments of silence, Elide couldn’t help herself anymore and prompted, impatiently, “Well?”

He lifted his eyes to hers. “You’re beautiful, Elide.” Lorcan stepped closer, his hand finding hers so he could bestow a kiss against her knuckles. “Incredibly so.”

“Oh,” she gasped delicately.

Lorcan gave her a wink and a lazy grin while he stood up straight. “You always are.” He cupped her hand, his thumb brushing over her wedding band. “Shall we?”

Elide nodded, her free hand picking up her skirts. “We shall. Wouldn’t want to keep our adoring public waiting, would we?”

He chuckled as he escorted them out of their chambers, the couple oblivious to the staff watching them. Elide slipped her hand out of his in favour of resting it into his elbow. The action brought her closer to him, and he enjoyed having her tucked next to him, her footsteps following his by a half-beat.

They spoke quietly as they made their way through the long corridors, up and down the winding staircases. As they got closer to the great room, the sounds of the invited guests and the performers grew louder.

Elide was happy that they’d invited a group of Fae musicians to play. The music they knew was far more whimsical, made for revelling and gaiety. She would dance tonight, with her friends. With her husband, too, or at least she hoped they would dance.

They arrived by the large doors and stopped, far enough away from the staff that no one would be able to listen in on their conversation.

Elide smoothed out his collar once more, and Lorcan inspected the pins holding some of her hair back, ensuring that they wouldn’t loosen over the evening. “Do you need a moment?” he asked her quietly, wrapping one hand around her forearm. He pressed his thumb against the inside of her wrist, levelling a serious gaze at her.

She shook her head, “I’m just fine.” Elide tapped his chest with her finger, once and twice. “You know very well that I’ll come and find you if something happens.”

He nodded, though there was still a furrow between his brows.

Elide mirthfully rolled her eyes before she spun towards the doors, tugging him along with her. “Come on, already. I want to drink and eat desserts,” she declared.

The male watched her with a grin. “Very well, darling.”

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It had been an hour, or so since the ball had begun, and the couple had been announced to the guests. Shortly after their arrival, the music had commenced and dancing had soon ensued.

So far, Elide had danced with several men of the nobility and with her friends as well. Aelin, the future queen of Terrasen, had been married shortly after Elide’s wedding, though hers was more happily anticipated than Elide’s. It wasn’t just luck that the king consort happened to have a personal relationship with the lord consort of Perranth—had there not been an established political connection to Terrasen, the queen of Doranelle would have refused to bless Aelin and Rowan’s nuptials.

She took a sip from her sparkling wine and glanced around the room, looking for Lorcan. It wasn’t hard to find him, standing with his friends. Elide had never seen him so at ease, at least not so publicly. Though, it seemed like he wasn’t even aware.

With the distance between them, Elide was safe to properly stare like she hadn’t had the chance to earlier. Though all their outfits for public events had always been coordinated, they’d never looked as similar as they did tonight. As usual, her husband’s suit was black, but the threading and beading matched her gown.

She let her eyes wander a bit, appreciating the way it was cut to his body. Yet again, a blush was brought to her cheeks. Elide hurriedly turned away, stealing subtle glances at him from afar. She traced her eyes over his grave features, those same features dramatised by the way his hair had all been pulled back.

Some of the dark strands were plaited into small braids, letting the rest fall down his back unbidden. He had in all those golden hoops piercing his ears. They followed the curve of cartilage, and larger ones hung from his earlobes. A thin chain of gold was visible around his neck.

Elide had noticed that Lorcan preferred gold jewellery. He used to wear rings, but now the only piece of finery on his fingers was his wedding band. It was expected of any husband to showcase their wedding band, certainly, but it meant something more to her. He never took it off, not even when he was alone.

“And what is it that has captured my dear friend’s attention?” Aelin said loudly, interrupting Elide’s gazing.

She startled and reddened, holding her glass up to her face. “Nothing that would interest you. Just the decoration.”

“Is that what we’re calling Lord Lochan now? ‘Decoration’? Seems a bit unnecessary and objectifying,” the queen teased, bumping her hip into Elide.

“Stop it,” Elide hissed, glaring at her friend. Though she was well and grown now, the demi-Fae hadn’t lost her mischievousness. “I’m not looking at him. Why would I do that?”

Aelin grinned wickedly, “Oh, probably because you think he’s oh-so dreamy and all you want to do is kiss him all the time.”

Elide smacked Aelin’s arm, tutting her tongue, “You are a child, my love. Nothing is happening between us.”

“Yet.”

“Ever!”

“Whatever you say, Elide,” Aelin laughed.

The gentle, delicate music began to pick up into an upbeat, folksy tune. Aelin’s eyes widened with delight, and she hurriedly took Elide’s glass to put it down. “Aelin, I was drinking that!”

Aelin grabbed Elide’s hand and began to pull her towards the middle of the ballroom, “There’s no time for that, we must dance!” Elide tilted her face up and laughed, picking up her skirts so she could position herself opposite Aelin.

Around them, other young women and females were doing the same, all wearing bright smiles.

Dramatically, Aelin bowed to Elide and held her hand, palm up, out to the dark haired lady. “My lady, I humbly, humbly ask thee for this dance.” Her eyes were sparkling with glee. “Do you accept?”

Elide placed her hand in Aelin’s and declared, “I do!”

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From across the room, a pair of depthless eyes tracked the woman wearing a purple dress. He hadn’t been able to tear his gaze away for more than a minute or two at a time. Only when she’d begun staring at him had Lorcan pretended to not notice her existence.

It was comical, and somewhat adorable, that his wife thought she could get away with ogling him like that. Not that Lorcan minded her ogling. She could ogle him to her heart’s content.

Bizarrely, his cheeks and the rounded curves of his ears heated. He bent his face, praying none of his stupid brethren would notice and mention it. Lorcan worked his jaw, somewhat irritated that someone had him so transparent. The feeling of it settled uneasily in his stomach, but as he dared to lift his head and his eyes found Elide once again…

The musicians were playing a Fae folk song, and the accompanying dance was always done so in pairs. During Beltane, young faelings would skip down the streets and through various displays, singing along the way.

In Perranth, it was far more prestigious. The gentry, of course, did not frolick. Elide was dancing with the queen of Terrasen. They appeared to be in constant laughter as they spun and jumped, clearly outshining their peers with sheer joy as they disregarded any notions of propriety. At some point, both Aelin and Elide dropped a hand to their skirts so they could lift them up, seemingly challenging each other to more and more complex footwork.

Unknowingly, Lorcan turned to fully face Elide, his depthless eyes glinting. Without taking his eyes off of her, he lifted his glass to his lips and took a sip. The amber liquor warmed his stomach and eased his nerves. Gods above and below, this little half-witch had him nervous. And for no good reason, too.

“Lorcan,” said a deep voice, accompanied by a hand grasping his elbow. “Where’ve you gone?” Rowan gently tugged on Lorcan to get his attention.

Lorcan reluctantly turned away from Elide, though not before one last lingering look. He faced his friends, schooling his expression into one of cool neutrality. “What are you saying? I’ve been here the whole time, Rowan.”

Fenrys guffawed gleefully. “Oh, please.” He jerked his chin towards the dancers. “You’ve been staring at her all night.”

“No, I haven’t,” Lorcan immediately protested. “I don’t stare at her.”

Vaughan piped up then, tapping his chin with his finger in a façade of curiosity. “Rowan, have you found that marriage makes for horrible liars?”

“Why, no, I haven’t,” Rowan answered, playing along with their game. He elbowed Fenrys, “Just watch, next he’ll say he doesn’t even like her.”

“Tell us, brother, how long have you been falling in love with her?”

They all erupted into hearty laughter as Lorcan glowered at them, his hand tightening around his glass. His heart beat uncertainly. Of course he wasn’t in love with Elide Lochan; the very idea was ludicrous and to suggest anything of the sort was ridiculous. “That’s absurd. I don’t love her.”

“Not yet,” Vaughan said, his head tilted to the side in mock thoughtfulness. “You won’t be able to deny it much longer, you know.”

Lorcan ran the tip of his tongue over the undersides of his teeth with narrowed eyes. He drained the rest of his drink at once and put his empty glass down. “Fuck off, I’m not falling in love with Elide. Now or ever.”

They just laughed again, and Lorcan couldn’t stand it anymore, so he turned away from them. His only objective was to leave; it wasn’t like he was trying to find Elide even as his gaze skipped across the great hall.

As he stalked across the ballroom, the lilting and jaunty song came to its end. For a few moments, the room was silent save for the excited chattering before a new tune began. Romantic music built slowly, and Lorcan observed young maidens running from the dance to find their suitors.

Among them was the queen, though she did not run for Rowan. Aelin appeared to be floating, a courtly smile resting on her face. Once her electric eyes set on Lorcan, that gentle smile curved into a wicked smirk, “Lord Lorcan Lochan, how lovely it is to see your smiling face.”

“Your Majesty,” he replied, dipping his head slightly and ignoring how delighted she was to say his full title. “Are you enjoying the festivities?”

“Oh, yes, they’ve been most delightful.”

“I’m glad.”

Aelin laughed at the outright lie. There was no lost love between the two, and she knew Lorcan didn’t care one way or another if she was enjoying herself. “At least our Lady is enjoying them, hmm?”

His gaze lifted over Aelin’s head to see Elide. She was standing by an older couple, some lord and lady whose names Lorcan hadn’t bothered remembering. “Indeed.” Like she felt his eyes trained on her, Elide looked back at him with a shy smile and rouging cheeks.

“Well,” Aelin stated, breaking Lorcan’s focus, “I shall let you go, Lorcan, and I shall hope you don’t step on Elide’s feet.”

“How gracious of you,” he deadpanned.

The queen laughed as she stepped past him, telling him to enjoy the remainder of the night.

When Lorcan returned to his mission of finding his wife, he saw Elide’s retreating form. As covertly as she could manage, Elide was headed towards the large glass-paned doors and the balconies beyond them.

Lorcan cut across the marbled floor to another door, and he slipped out, ignorant of his ever-watchful friends.

Elide stood leaning on a railing that overlooked the grounds.

For a moment, he didn’t say a word. The moonlight as well as the torches and faelight bathed her in an angelic light. Her gown and all its intricate embellishments scintillated with every subtle move she made.

Lorcan cleared his throat, and Elide spun with a loud gasp, her hand clutched to her chest. “Anneith below, Lorcan,” she exclaimed, a bright smile settling on her face. “Don’t scare me like that!”

He chuckled lowly whilst he approached her. “My apologies, darling.”

They stood facing each other, a short distance between them.

Even outside, they could still hear the music perfectly well. Elide said idly, “Oh, I adore this song. It was the only song my dance tutor could play to make me dance.”

He smiled at the small anecdote, imagining his wife as a petulant child. Lorcan held out a hand and bent from the waist, a brow raised in question. “May I have this dance, then?”

Her round painted lips quirked up at the corners. Elide laid her hand in his, “You may.”

With a grin of his own, Lorcan placed his other hand on her waist and swept her away. At first, her hand rested on his shoulder, but as they waltzed for longer and the distance between them shortened, it slid down to his chest.

Almost effortlessly, they fell into a serene rhythm and were able to talk pleasantly.

“And how are your dear friends?”

“They’re assholes, the lot of them.”

Elide’s songlike laughter rang out clearly, echoing throughout the twilight. “Tell me, husband, what were they doing?”

Lorcan faked a pout, “They were mocking me.”

Her eyes twinkled. “Oh, no. Poor you. Should I have come to your rescue?”

“Yes, you should’ve.” His lips twisted into a secret smile just for her as he mockingly shook his head. “Heartless, you are.” Then, Lorcan took a small step backwards and lifted their joined hands above Elide’s head to spin her. Her skirts flared; beneath the few torches and faelights, countless crystal beads glittered like stars.

Once she returned to his arms, Elide laughed merrily. “Well, whatever did they mock you for?”

Lorcan could have, or maybe should have done a number of other things. Instead, he ignored every nay-saying lick of common sense he had and said, “You.”

Elide’s mouth popped open as she gasped a bit and her steps faltered. Lorcan saved her, ensuring no one saw her misstep. “W-what?” She forced a breathy, incredulous laugh, swallowing uncertainly. “Why would I be something to mock you over?”

“They think I’m falling in love with you,” he told her, his voice low now. Elide blinked up at him with wide eyes, searching his face for any hint of insincerity. Still, Lorcan led them in a small round, his gaze unfaltering.

“And-” Elide paused, her voice hesitant, “are they right?”

Her eyes have never seemed richer than they did then, and her lips have never looked so pillowy. Lorcan’s gaze caught on them, and Elide noticed when he didn’t answer. She moved her hand to his chin, forcing him to meet her line of sight. “Are they right,” she asked, pushing him for an answer. If he was joking, if it was some cruel attempt to tease her, Elide would never forgive him.

Lorcan nodded slowly, his answer a rasp between his teeth. “Yes.”

At first, she gaped at him in shock, and that shock quickly transformed into something shy and elated. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know,” he admitted. “Believe me, falling in love with you is not something I wish to keep secret.”

They still danced, but it was as much as a dance as it was the two of them circling each other, Lorcan laying everything out for her to know.

Elide swallowed and spoke in a faint voice. “We’ve kept secrets from each other before.”

He stopped, inadvertently forcing her to stop too. “But this? You would keep something like this from me?” For a moment, fear curdled in his gut, making him nauseous thinking that he’d acted foolishly, brainlessly. Maybe he didn’t know her like he thought he did, maybe anything of significance that had occurred was only in his head.

She moved a hand to his face, and he couldn’t help leaning into her touch. “Never,” Elide whispered. “I didn’t know either.”

Cruel thing, he thought as her thumb shifted, rubbing his full bottom lip. “Tell me,” he insisted. “What didn’t you know?”

Her smile was beautiful—more so than he’d ever seen before. “I’m falling in love with you too.”

The words had hardly left her mouth before he was leaning forward, his teeth catching her lower lip. Elide moaned as her eyes slid shut, and she wound her hands through his silky hair, small plaits twisted between her fingers.

Lorcan curled his arm around her waist, pulling her closer against him. His mouthed slanted over hers; he stole her ability to breath and think clearly. It was hunger and a wildfire, both at once—untamed, but that gave way for decadence and devotion. His tongue stroked her bottom lip in askance; Elide sighed as she parted her lips. One hand moved to her jaw, his thumb resting on her chin.

Eventually, they parted with chests heaving, lungs greedy for oxygen. Lorcan’s pupils were blown, overtaking his eyes so she couldn’t discern between pupil and iris. He blinked slowly, his lids at half-mast. With a soft utterance, he bade her to kiss him again, soft and loving. He laid a series of soft pecks against her lips, then trailed them across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose until Elide was smiling broadly.

“I think,” she started in a voice so quiet it was as though Elide feared shattering their newfound peace, “that you should thank your friends for their mockery.”

Lorcan hummed, then the tip of his nose bumped hers as he kissed her once more. “I don’t think that.”

Elide laughed against his lips while her fingers found purchase in his hair again. “Are you always this contrary?”

“Yes,” he answered, no hesitation. “I thought you knew that already.”

She hummed, the sound noncommittal and neutral. “There’s lots about you that I don’t know.”

She said it so casually, too casually, like she thought he was keeping more from her. Lorcan forced himself to pull away and searched her face. “No more secrets, Elide. I will tell you whatever you want to know. No secrets.” Not anymore, he almost begged. Not between us.

For a moment, a moment too silent and too long, Elide watched him with her cat-like eyes. She dipped her chin, “No more secrets.”

It was the kind of promise they sealed with a kiss under a blanket of twilight and sleepy, blinking stars as their witnesses.

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pandasan-power · 1 year

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Post-canon SnK headcanons. Contains spoilers for the end of the manga, please read at your own risk!

(DISCLAIMER: Please do not take these seriously lol)

Mikasa's partner/husband is Jean. She spends a few years mourning Eren and Jean is always there supporting her. They end up getting together at some point and having kids.

Jeankasa's first-born kid, regardless of gender, is named Eren.

Everyone else (mostly) has a kid named Eren too.

Mikasa tries to distance herself from politics but always ends up getting roped into disputes. She'd rather just be a housewife.

Jean is the next leader of the Survey Corps but after a coup he gets kicked out.

Falbi are the first couple to have a kid and it's unexpected. Falco doesn't really handle it well.

Falco has a job related to peace talks and Gabi uhhhh... Gabi probably sticks to military stuff.

Levi marries a woman he meets in Marley who's a friend of Onyankopon's. Initially he's very against the idea of having kids, but his wife points out that it would be a huge fuck you to Zeke, and that (eventually) convinces him to be a dad. Everyone is shocked when they find out.

Connie has a thing with Nicolo. They hook up after Connie starts working at Nicolo's restaurant.

Annie and Armin get together, rush into marriage, have an unexpected kid and things proceed to go tits up. Armin is very mentally unstable for most of the rest of his life.

Annie works as a martial arts instructor and passes on the teachings of her dad. Armin becomes a marine biologist after he steps down as the Survey Corps commander and passes the job on to Jean.

Reiner remains single because he doesn't think he's worthy of someone else's affection. (And his crush is taken.) He's a nurse? Idk I like nurse Reiner.

Pieck never marries. She spends her days working as an archivist for Marley.

Yelena survived and was arrested and sent to jail for war crimes. While in jail, she discovers she's pregnant, escapes and runs off to a far-away country. Her kid is either Eren's or Zeke's (I haven't decided which lol) and she keeps them hidden.

The kid walking up to Eren's tree at the very end of the manga is Mikasa's descendant and they're looking for Eren so they can awaken the powers of the Founding Titan and revive him.

Falco and Gabi eventually reclaim the Survey Corps from the Yeagerists and end up being in control of most of Paradis's military.

Onyankopon is a hairstylist? Also I see him getting married but maybe not having kids.

Historia's husband is killed during another uprising attempt but Historia and her daughter are unharmed.

A few decades after his death, Eren becomes a meme.

Eventually the idea of titans becomes a conspiracy theory and many people don't think they ever actually existed (or at least not in the way they did in canon).

Paradis eventually becomes completely uninhabitable -- as in the entire island, not just the hill. However, a handful of people escape to the underground and reside there. The underground is accessible through Eren's tree, and many inhabitants are related to the main/secondary characters.

Mikasa's descendant discovers the underground civilisation and gets to know the people living there.

Eren is chilling in paths in place of Ymir Fritz and gets a surprise when someone who looks kinda sorta like Mikasa shows up (don't ask me how they're able to use paths, maybe it's the direct contact with the Founder).

Maybe eventually, once it's destroyed, Paradis is treated as though it never existed and is erased from the history books. Similarly to Paradis residents being brainwashed into thinking the rest of the world is gone.

Mikasa passes on the Azumabito mark to her kids and they pass it on to theirs.

Mikasa's descendant never visited Paradis because it was destroyed before they were born, but they would always read their (great?) grandmother's diaries and letters and wished to go one day.

The dog seen with the kid is named Sasha. All dogs owned by Jeankasa's family are named Sasha. This one is Sasha V.

#Shingeki no Kyojin #SnK spoilers #AoT spoilers #Shingeki no Kyojin spoilers #Attack on Titan spoilers #SnK headcanons #Sorry for all the babies ever after stuff but I think it works in this setting #Especially given the whole neverending cycle thing #Also I know [redacted]'s husband's identity ultimately does not matter but I'm giving him an identity until proven otherwise god dammit

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lgcsaem · 3 months

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“Happy birthday, little Misaki!” Seojin shouts when he approaches the younger trainee, wrapped present held high over his head. ( How long has it been since he’s seen him now? Since everything? He already feels as if he’s missing out on too much. ) “I can’t stay long, but… I thought I’d swing by. You’re … Damn, you’re twenty years old now, huh? I feel like I really did watch you grow up…” A small frown comes over his face. The expression is not one of dissatisfaction, but of a bittersweet feeling that’s overcome him since last month. “I am really proud of you for making it this far. I wish I could be there with you to watch your journey closer. You be good, okay? Work really hard, don’t give up for anything. Behave yourself and… and don’t give the other guys too hard of a time with your antics, huh? If I find out you burned down the dorm…” Seojin washes down his need to ruminate with a chuckle, then hands the gift to the birthday boy with a lopsided grin. Within it, Misaki will find a bottle of homemade peach flavored makgeolli, a giant bag of gummy worms, and a sweatshirt.

“hyung!” there’s no mistaking the sheer delight bleeding from his voice the moment seojin makes himself known, misakis chirped outburst clear for anyone in their general vicinity to hear. he’s missed seojin far more than he’s probably let on, and it clearly shows— it’s not anyone’s fault, circumstances outside of either of theirs control deeming them seemingly fit for different paths, and while both were en route to experiencing huge ( hopefully good, promising ) changes, misaki can’t help but feel sad.

he wishes their physical distances wasn’t so large. it felt weird.

seojins words don’t fail in keeping misakis spirits high on such an exciting day, however, a sly, cheeky grin spreading across his lips. “i was still in high school with, like, barely any korean under my belt when we first met, so i hope i’ve grown— not too much, but at least a little!” a lot can happen in three years, and a lot can change. the older boys care in going out of his way to look out for misaki after all this time is something the younger appreciates, even now, despite conflicting obligations. misakis eyes squeeze shut in growing embarrassment, a rare sight to see as he begins to hop in place, hoping to level himself. “ah, you’re getting mushy … when have i ever been not good?” an easy question to answer if ever there was one— just yesterday, he’d done well to almost cause a fire over burning toast. seojin knew him too well. “i promise not to be too rowdy … yet.”

misakis eyes widen as he takes the gifts handed to him, mouth falling open in awe as he examines them one by one. the sweater, similarly to the beanie the older had gifted to him for christmas, will no doubt become a staple in his closet quickly. the makgeolli and gummy worms only bring one thought to mind— can i soak worms? he’ll need to experiment. he’s cheeks from his hard he’s smiling, but it’s a good sort of hurt, snaggletooth peaking from under his top lip. “thank you!”

#✰ . . . ( misaki day '24 ) !#lgcseojin #( and if u listen closely u can hear my crying over how much i adore them <3 thank you for this beloved hehe

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im manifesting so hard for a s3 finale timeskip epilogue where Hunter and Willow perform a spell that elevates a sapling from the ground. The camera pans out, we now see that sapling is just one out of an entire grove of palisman trees. It’s the result of months of the two researching how wild magic and plant magic can restore the palisman trees that once populated the Boiling Isles. The fruit of their labor if you will.

For them, this forest is a budding reminder of how much both have grown since their show introductions. The forest is everything that goes against Belos and his 16-year rein on Hunter. (Deep down, he knows even after the Emperor’s death, it won’t be the last time he’ll have to grapple with the aftermath of his uncle’s abuse).

He’ll most definitely never escape the horrors of being the Golden Guard and the atrocities he’s committed, especially those he’d hurt as the one enforcing it all. There’s no way to undo what he’s done. The suffering he’s brought onto others is something Hunter will carry for the rest of his life, and that weighs on him even more from the moment he learned his values and beliefs as the Golden Guard didn’t stem from the benevolent rule he thought they did. But this forest is a living testament that his time moving forward can be spent building a life he couldn’t have imagined prior. Built on love and kindness. With all the time in the world to unearth the mysteries of wild magic. Surrounded by people whom he loves and who love him so much that he has no choice but to believe them when they say so. Carving out a life as Hunter, whatever and whoever that may be.

And that absolute joy, the giddy waves of childish wonder that engulf him, bring home this path he is paving for himself, that he wants to pave for himself. It’s one rife with unknowns, and that fills him with terror, warmth, anxiety, hope all at once. But he doesn’t have to face it all alone. His friends (the word is slowly becoming less of a foreign syllable as warmth and gentle voices take their place) have told him this from the very start, and for the longest time he was too stubborn to believe them, pushing away the idea that love without proving oneself useful was not one worth pursuing. Thank Titan his friends were even more stubborn and pushed harder.

He’s experienced a lifetime knowing how much power lies in a relentless cycle of control and fear (coupled with blurred boundaries on love), but he’s learned the same can be said about love and strength amplifying one another. And no one showcases that love and strength better than Captain Willow Park. Flyer derby extraordinaire. Fearless plant magic and research virtuoso. The best and brightest of the Boiling Isles.

I’m still curious if Willow will have time for another arc to her character growth for the final season, but at the very least the palisman forest is a manifestation of everything she’s learned to openly love and hold dear. She’s spent years learning to keep her head down and hearing her peers and teachers tell her nothing she did was of any value. And here is a place that proves them exactly wrong, where you can see change and life, tended and nurtured by the strength and wisdom she’s poured into it. It’s here and it’s hers (theirs).

Her strength and wisdom are built on kindness now, rather than the suppressed resentment that fueled uncontrollable bursts of power back when the world made her feel helpless. And getting there hasn’t been easy. There’s a lot of forgiveness involved and days plagued with recurring doubts on if she can trust herself to protect the people she loves so, so much. And on those days, she now knows she doesn’t have to shoulder her burdens alone. The warmth she lovingly pours into her friends and family—it’s in the form of hugs, shoulders to lean on, tender words, thinly veiled threats to anyone who dares make her friends feel small—is mirrored back to her in kind. She trusts her friends and if they trust her, then she very well damn have that same trust in herself and her decisions, mistakes and all.

It’s something that’s taken years to develop and it’s something she’s never going to stop working towards. That doesn’t bother her anymore. She’s surrounded by people who make her want to keep working towards it.

Both Hunter and Willow have grown, are still growing. And a great deal of that comes from knowing that their strength doesn’t have to come from oneself alone. They have each other. They have friends and family who got their backs every step of the way.

Gus is there, his tried n’ true human bucket in hand, ready to help water the saplings. Luz rushes forward hand-in-hand with Amity, marveling at the sight before them and asking if the trees have names yet. Flapjack trills on Hunter’s shoulder, unable to contain his delight—he thought he'd never live to see the trees that Caleb loved and cherished again. Darius and Alador wheel in an Abomination (not an Abomaton to Darius’s repeated insistence. Titan forbid anything he creates has such a hacky name attached to it. He just as vehemently rejects Luz’s suggestion to call it the Agromaton.) whose arms can transform into a variety of farming devices. Clover clears the way for Gilbert and Harvey, who bring with them a crate of apple blood juice boxes and cans of paints to decorate the shed they built for the Agromaton (“Fine,” Darius acquiesced. “We may call it… that until we find a fitting name). Lilith eagerly scribes notes on the properties of the newly sowed trees, comparing them with her research on the palisman trees of the Savage Ages. Eda and Raine unpack vials of various fertilizer samples the two predicted would most likely encourage healthy growth for the palistrom trees.

There’s a lot more room to grow. There always will be. That doesn’t take away from celebrating the steps taken together to get them here. There’s growing to do tomorrow and growth that can be found here, right at this very moment.

It’s not always visible, but it’s there. Tender yet tenacious.

#the owl house #huntlow #toh willow #toh hunter #this was supposed to be a short wishful prediction for s3 #but here we are #here take this (projectiles word vomit on ur dashboard)#i just want to see palistrom trees #petition for huntlow palisman research efforts so hunter has an excuse to comfortably talk to willow #bc u damn know he's too much of a teenage loser to utter a coherent sentence around her without sweating his thoughts away #and if theres one character trait that stands a chance against being a sweaty loser in being hunters core personality #its being a sweaty nerd #let me indulge in my found family makes you a better person and you make your found family better people agenda

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He'd heard from Amadeus the stories about just how obsessed his sister was when it came to these little sea creatures, and as the little guy finally arrived from Fontaine, Eiji had to admit that he somewhat saw the appeal. He'd never been in Fontaine for all too long before, making a note of perhaps doing so in the near future, as he tied a golden ribbon around the little guys neck, wondering if this would perhaps be seen as a little childish. But, the sad truth was, he didn't know much about his sister. They were still learning more about each other, learning just how to be around one another, but honestly he was simply just glad to have her there, to be able to celebrate the holidays with her by his side. He'd been searching for her for his entire life...and yet there she was, just joking around with the young man who'd somehow helped save her in the end. "Merry Christmas", Eiji smiled as he handed over the gift bag to Taru, inside, burried under some tissue was her gift, her personal little otter to care for - well a plush of one at least, "...hopefully it's not too childish...", he added slightly nervously.

@diverse-hearts-ocs - random christmas ask making Taru scream interally

For how long had she dreaded the very same man, that now stood in front of her? She didn't know. They shared the same blood, yet their upbringing differed. There had been times in the distant past, when Taru had yearned to find out from where she came, from whom she came - and who her family was. But the time had also driven her to become bitter. The tears that once had been shed dried as years passed whilst becoming an adult. Promising herself to put an end to such cursed bloodline as theirs and perhaps it wasn't just hatred, but also knowledge that once drove her into such drastic direction. Knowledge, that their blood could never be cleansed from whatever they were.

The thrones would one day destroy them.

A thought, that drove her almost mad in the past. Not knowing what to do, if she one day had to fight gods, just in order to survive and be allowed to continue to exist. Even now, that thought wasn't gone. The fear was still clear, but hidden behind the deepest corner of her heart. For if the time would come, it'd be her fight, not anyone else's. Even if it was surely also Eiji's concern - as he would share the very same problem. But was he aware of that?

Did he know, that beings like them weren't probably even allowed to wander amongst others? Did he know that they probably weren't really human? Did their father know? In the past she couldn't have cared less. But nowadays, with trying to slowly get closer with her family and (ironically) getting to know them, it made her heart squeeze painfully.

Taru stared at the plush otter in her hands, knowing fully well from where he must know how much she came to admire those little creatures. Cute and pure - just as she wished she could be. But it was too late, for she had long ago chosen the path that screamed havoc and chaos. Probably it was also thanks to the times she had spent in the abyss. She might survived it, but who knew it didn't have side effects on her too? Taru squeezed the plush slightly with her hands, stopped however in fear of eventually destroying it. It was from her twin brother after all. There were many things she yearned to destroy, but his gift was none of such things.

The first time, the woman finally looked up. Showing the tears that had formed in her eyes, as she shook her head. "It's not too childish.", she finally spoke with shaking voice, a weak smile forming on her lips. Ah, she didn't want to cry. It was the first time since a long time, the last time probably during the exchange of Barbatos' and her memories - when she saw Amadeus' death. She always had that emotion under control, so why not now? Why now, does she have to realize how unfair this world actually was to them?

"Brother.", she hugged Eiji tightly. Speaking the word for the first time in her life, she felt like a toddler despite her twenty-one years. Who knew, how much longer they would spend alive? Who knew, if the curse of their mother didn't also lay on them? Their family was a mad mess - and the two of them were those, who had to suffer on an unknown future because of all that.

#{ Taru Nakahara }#{ Taru ( Genshin Impact ): Walking on corrupted soil }#{ Christmas 2023 }#christmas tw #long post tw #// HELLO; HAVE SOME CHRISTMAS TWIN ANGST :)#// *rolls away*#diverseheartsocs #diverse-hearts-ocs

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mxstball · 8 months

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[Rising Kingdom] Goodbye

Heidi and Friede walked along the hallway as they caught up over 800 years. While Heidi did her best to not speak of Elysium, she talked about her memories in Gaia, her amnesia, and her two siblings that took her in and cared for her. Friede spoke of the 600 years of peace since the weather wars, the creation of Origin City, and even of two special Meloetta that sought to travel the worlds for a new home and a new stage.

"Woah, so Arya and Pyrrha were two separate beings, and they only combined to travel the realms?" Heidi was shocked. Hearing two of her best friends in this light was surprising to say the least.

Friede nodded and chuckled. "That is correct. They left to forge their own path, to find their stage and audience that they shall find as home."

"But aren't you worried about them, mom? Surely, you've checked on them."

Friede shook her head. "Arya and Pyrrha are special -- just like how you are…. Well, they may not be able to simply become an Arceus like you, but they are extraordinary in their own right. Just like you, they have the ability to forge their own path -- to shape their own destiny to do what you see best. In your case, it is to form and defend a family. In theirs, it is to perform for others, so they may be inspired to act on their dreams. Perhaps you may understand one day, if you have not already met them."

The two smiled at each other when the elevator arrived. Heidi turned to give Friede a hug. "Well, this is it, then. You'll see me when I leave tomorrow, right?"

"Of course. I'll make sure to see you and that battle-ready brother of yours, too." Friede chuckled.

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" Heidi let go.

"Oh, Aesen challenged me to a fight between he and I. He wishes to prove himself to me, but I declined. I am a pacifist now and, while I can tell that he works hard, he has so much room to grow before he could challenge someone such as myself."

"Yeah, because that's suicide! Aesen's not THAT strong. Does he have a DEATH WISH or something?" It was clear that Heidi was plenty upset over what she's learned.

Friede patted her. "Please, do not be too upset. I can tell that the origin of his fear comes from deep within, and that it may be a battle to prove something to himself. You must show empathy for him."

Heidi paused… but eventually sighed. She agreed with Friede. "Alright, mom. I'll.. talk with him, but I'll be patient."

Friede nodded. "Thank you. Now, go."

Heidi walked on the elevator and clicked to go on the ground floor. "Bye, mom." She waved.

"Goodbye, Heidi. I shall see you tomorrow. Oh, and send Meredith my regards during your next session, please?" Friede waved.

"Oh! Yeah! I will!" The elevator door closed, and the elevator descended.

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"…Meredith… Oh, Meredith." Friede spoke out loud as she walked away. "You were right. You've… always been oh, so right in life. Even despite your demise, your daughter soldiers on, doing her part to show empathy… to set herself on her own path. Perhaps she truly is the key… to breaking this ruthless cycle."

#friede #plot: rising kingdom #muse heidi

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tell us more about poni plz

OKAY!!! Poni is a member of the draking crew Swannie used to be a part of so I’m definitely using this as an excuse to talk about all of them. This is the hierarchy of that ship, named the Busken:

• Poni is very funny because she’s just a tertiary character in Swannie’s story, but people really take a shining to her when I show her around. (For reference, here she is!)

She’s a rowdy girl, always the first to jump into a fight. Swannie and her would oft butt heads over their strategy, with her seeing the younger draker as a little foolish and brash. Despite that, she was one of the most honest and brave people Swannie had ever worked with. She was an instrumental figure in helping people during the attack on Raley’s town, risking her life - and her arm - to save people from the drakes that swallowed it. I seriously don’t have much on her other than that lol. She’s just super cute and fun to draw and everyone loves her especially the DM. :]

I’ll put everyone else’s info under the cut!

The Rest of the Crew:

(above, left to right: Swannie, Silvette, Vinan, Lark)

• Silvette and Swannie met at the beginning of their Draking career, hired onto a ship out of the same port city. They became allies very quickly as a means of survival in that setting, and kept in touch as they moved onto other ships.

When Silvette managed to save up enough to start their own crew, Swannie was one of the first people they asked to join. They’re like siblings and have a lot of history in helping each other grow up and into themselves as people.

• Vinan is Silvette’s right hand man, he was raised on a pirate ship which explains his sharp tongue. Having done a lot of sailing, he’s an expert navigator. He also handled the ship’s chequebook with an iron grip, especially after Lark joined and wasted a good chunk of their funds (more on that below).

• Skipping around a bit but since they’re tied into the last two characters: Lark Roelahk.

Lark is an interesting character (for me at least lol) because they came from a branch family of the Amastacias, which made them a cousin of Bett’s. The Amastacias are - of course as everyone knows - an old money family of hex specialists who will do any job for a price. They are tieflings with direct bloodline ties to the nine hells.

The Roelahks were one of the few Amastacia branch families that had Actual law-power come after them for the fucked up magic crimes they were doing, and so Lark was in the path of being collateral damage on that. Silvette, having a personal relationship with a relative of theirs, took them on to give them a place to lie low.

Lark was a useful asset with their family’s connection to the criminal underworld, as it helped the Busken find opportunities they usually wouldn’t have access to (their role being the ship’s job manager). Unfortunately coming from a wealthy family they had No idea how money worked and spent way too much attaining those opportunities. Lark:

Vinan had to step in and take control of the chequebook before they single-handedly bankrupted the ship, so their role whittled to just the finding and sales-pitching to clients.

This was also the catalyst for Swannie and Nova meeting, as Nova came aboard on loan from the Vestige to help balance their books.

• Next is Jolli & Moody because I love them. They are a couple who worked with Silvette, and are exact opposites of their names in their dispositions.

Jolli came from a noble family who moulded her into becoming an engineer. She hated it, and wanted to get out of her family’s grasp, so she used those skills to get onto a draking ship. She’s pretty sarcastic and reclusive, but comes out of her shell with her partner. Although not a fan of engineering as a career she does like inventing useful tech, especially in her retirement.

Moody on the other hand, was a rogue from childhood. even though draking was illegal until like 2 years ago, Drakers generally frowned upon any mercenary or thieving work. So Moody had a bad reputation for the jobs she used to do. Not many people would look past it, but Silvette did and hired her anyways.

She’s been a stalwart friend to both them and Swannie, and the couple has recently joined our team on the Vestige. She also apparently picked up Clowning in the years they’ve been apart much to Nim’s delight lol.

The rest are more tertiary characters like Poni so they have a little less info but:

• Indus was an engineer specialist who definitely picked up Jolli’s slack in terms of caring for the job; they were incredibly analytical and inventive. Basically the absent minded inventor type. Their skills and quick-thinking were imperative for the little ship. Both Indus and Lark unfortunately died in the crash of the Busken that also took Swannie’s leg.

• Jax was a former army cook who moved into draking. As a quiet man, he liked the solitude in the day when the crew was out working, and the rowdy atmosphere of get-togethers over meals in the night. He also had a specific interest in science/biology and went over drake dissection with Swannie, teaching her a lot of her skill.

• Raley was an integral piece of the crew, as medics were a rare skill to find in the Draking profession. He was a doctor-in-training that hailed from a small town, which unfortunately suffered a dragon’s attack. He learned a lot in the gruelling days afterwards while helping folks patch up. Something in him shifted from that experience, and he was never comfortable again staying in one place. The Busken was one of the ships that responded to the distress calls and, intending to board just to make it to another city, he never left the ship. Um so yeah there you go, another addition to the Untamed Lore Bible. I made a LOT of side characters for Swannie’s background (and just keep expanding it the more I think about it) but I love having the variety. It’s so flattering that people like Poni’s design enough to ask about her even if she’s very minor in the main story! :]

#mollusken #answered #untamed #swannie hoyster #OKAYY I HAVE A LOT OF LORE A LOT TO SAY HOPE U ENJOY THIS #honestly i need to finish drawing the whole crew.... raley and jax have hot little minis thats the only reason they have any design at all #but i love them all #also can u tell i stole pirate names and nautical terms from wikipedia #silvette spinaker moody and roelahk (rowlock) are the most egregious i'd say

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thequietmanno1 · 9 months

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Thelreads, MHA 277, Replies Part 2

1) “Oh boy I have a feeling that this is not going according to AfO’s plans

he was not expecting Shigaraki to reject him like that

probably because he didn’t considered the possibility that Shigaraki would want to be better than him. He is not looking forward to living in the shadow of your glory, he wants to be the shadow to cast darkness upon the world”-We’ve said before that AFO is a markedly better mentor than the inexperienced All Might. Ironically, here, that same trait is precisely why Tomura starts turning against him – he taught him too well on how to surpass him, and now Tomura’s not backing down from his goal of becoming better than his old master, even at said master’s expense.

2) “Oh that you will Shigaraki

Time to break the chains and show that The End does not cower under the words of any Lord of Evil.”-

The reader: so…are we rooting for Tomura here?

Horikoshi: let’s be honest, we’re rooting against AFO.

3) “Yeah but I fear this one might be way harder to deal with. All Might was like a fighter made out of biceps, but Shigaraki here is not that far below it, and not to say, he has no problem actually killing you”- Tomura has no limits, no restraints and no way to hold him down. Pure unadulterated freedom to do whatever he wants, and what he really wants is to kill you all violently.

4) “OH HE SAID THE THING

THERE WE GO

NOW ROLL CREDITS”- Ok, but this is a really sad moment though. It implies that Kotaro cut off all connection to his mother for ‘abandoning’ him so much, he never even told his son his Grandmother’s name. Tomura’s not one to care about the past like others, but the fact he’s got no idea why Gran Torino is so upset with him is sad in itself.

5) “Oh don’t worry Gran torino, he intends to hurt him way more than that…

But honestly, that’s a bit harsh, this monster in front of you is not Tenko’s fault, it is AfO’s. He’s the one to blame, not the kid Shigaraki used to be.”- Calling him a ‘monster’ is perhaps the only way that Gran Torino and All Might could ever fight him, thinking of him as a ‘thing’ that has to be put down rather than a victim of their close friend/mentor that they failed to protect/save. Hesitancy will cost lives in this fight, theirs and so many others, so they’ve gotta do what they have to to end it all.

6) “OOOHHHHH

HELL YEAH, NOW THAT WAS A GOOD MOVE

BAKUGO USED HIS SECRET MOVE: STEALTH BOMBER, IT IS SUPER EFFECTIVE”-The problem with overlooking Bakugou is that he won’t take that lying down, and will make you hurt for it.

7) “OH GOD WHAT IS IT NOW

IS IT MACHIA? THE FACT HE’S ALMOST HERE?”- Thankfully he’s still a ways off, but he sure as hell is trying to get there quickly.

8) “HOLY SHIT DUDE

MT LADY IS ACTUALLY HOLDING HIM BACK ALL ON HER OWN

OH MY GOD”-

I think he’s still overpowering her with sheer force, but she’s slowing him down greatly, acting like a massive lead weight that’s hampering his inevitable progress down to a manageable speed.

(MHA ch 260)

9) “Alright, by this page alone I already think I know how we`ll start. So…”- 80 Kilometers apart. Point A to Point B. If the heroes can’t stop him, Machia is going to bulldoze that entire length of countryside straight between him and Tomura, no matter what stands between him, being it trees, mountains, or whatever cities and infrastructure happens to be in the path of this living disaster.

10) “And the main fight is still going as bad as expected, but they are at least managing to pound Shigaraki with a few good hits, even if overall damage is negligible at best. I think that the only reason they aren’t being crushed is that he’s still not entirely there, so to say.

But lord, if AfO actually manage to snap him out of the driver seat and take over that body- oh things are not gonna be good. Shigaraki has enthusiasm and willpower, but AfO has centuries of fighting and quirk experience, he will know how to use that body to its full potential, we cannot allow him to take over

which means, of course, that soon he’ll be pulling the strings on that doll”- Ironically, and tragically, the heroes being unaware of the details behind Tomura’s head means that they’re accidently helping AFO with his takeover, grinding down Tomura externally whilst his master fights him from within, making him steadily lose a battle on two fronts, all whilst under the belief that their attacks will help save lives in the end.

@thelreads

#thelreads #chapter replies #bnha #my hero academia #mha 277

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My dudes n pals. Imma talk about my fave writing archtypes rn. :

If you're gonna corrupt someone. Do it right. Make sure you take your sweet time with it. Marinate and season it. Let it stew. Hand craft their demise into darkness with care. Then hit your reader with a freight train of feels. Make them feel all the stages of grief at once. Then as soon as they least suspect it. Have the character,gloriously die in the hands of their own fate peacefully. With a smile on their face.

This. This is the hero turned bad stories i crave. Because they don't back track out of being bad. They own it. And die by it. And they don't regret a fucking thing.

This is the corrupt fallen hero stories i love.

Because if they are gonna turn "evil" by god they are gonna do it good.

But on the opposite side of the coin.

I love a good antagonist become good. Slowly but surely all the darkness they once had...slowly but surely fizzles away. Be it by one person,a friend,a lover,a former enemy. Or an ideal because if they die,who would rule? If the world perishes? Where wpuld they have their kingdom? But in that turn....they find out that ruling things is boring without company. So they gain allies. They start to love life again. They start to see the light in the darkness,even if it's only a small flame. But that flame is still theirs to own.

And our former villain/antagonist if they are put on this path by a person or persons. They start to see. Not everyone is so bad.

Will they change? Well that's to be debated. But ever so briefly,we the readers can witness....their eyes glow a bit softer. And become the person they once was before their fall.

And sometimes my friends.

These two archtypes?

They are one in the same.

And then we get into some juicy storytelling.

The rise,the fall,the healing,then the ascent. This is the most classic journey story. But it's better when you divert the audiences expectations without falling too much on tropes. Or at least making said tropes....interesting.

But not all heroes rise back up. And not all villains completely redeemed. But they do get a little bit wiser in their respective ways.

And that is something to be hopeful for in a way. But it also highlights that morality is a choice and not at the hands of others. And it also shows master of ones fate. And karma. Like i could go on and on.

But these are the stories i live for.

I love a good redeemed bad guy. But i loooooove a bad guy who isn't 100% good again. And just genuinely finds one person in their life worth it all.

And i love a good guy who becomes corrupt but struggles to crawl back up. But can't because the damage is too great. And he's not entirely wrong about it either. And tho you disagree with the way he does it....you can't help but cry,pity,or even mourn at his decent. Because this could have been you.

God. I love this stuff so much.

But enough of me rambling about this.

I hope maybe this inspires y'all?

Maybe i gave you some creative ideas?

I hope so. I can't wait to read what you guys have.

This isn't just mortal kombat related. This can be anything.

💖 luv y'all be safe. And happy writing.

#admin talks #writing #ah yes the heroes journey and decent #and the villains healing and redemption #good shit right there #☕

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mishasminions · 3 years

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Here’s why the Supernatural Series Finale Sucked

(AND IT REALLY ISN’T JUST BECAUSE CAS/MISHA WASN’T IN IT)

First of all, I’d like to state, that this perspective is coming from someone who has watched, invested in, and dissected this show for 15 years. I’ve tried to rationalize and justify every single decision each of the main characters made throughout the years, and I’ve always tried to make sense of each of their story arcs from a “bigger picture” standpoint as each season progressed.

Anyway, before I can properly explain why the finale sucked, let me quickly take you through 15 seasons by segregating them into 3 eras, because you can’t really comprehend what Supernatural is about and what it’s become without going through how it tried to expand its universe.

SEASONS 1-5: THE KRIPKE ERA

Now, we all know that Kripke was always set in wrapping up Sam and Dean’s story in 5 seasons, and he did just that.

So, in this era, Supernatural is about two brothers who set out on a journey to fulfill “the family business”. They hunt mythical monsters that terrorize the world, while battling the monsters within themselves. Their ultimate “big bad” is an apocalypse.

Towards the end of this era, we find out that Sam and Dean are actually a parallel to Biblical characters who are brothers turned rivals. And that Sam and Dean’s destiny is to go up against each other.

However, as a dynamic, they have always been about making their own choices, choosing free will, and having a brotherly bond that can power through against any obstacle at any given day.

So, this era is neatly wrapped up with its finale. The characters grow, and get justified endings.

Dean, a man who thinks of himself as two things: 1. Sam’s older brother and protector; and 2. Daddy’s blunt little instrument.

He’s spent his whole life believing that that was his only purpose, and he knew that the only ending he’ll get would either be a bloody death fulfilling his duty to the family business; or laying his life on the line to save his brother.

Dean gets the ending he thought was never possible for him, something he thought he could never deserve. After years of living and dying for his family, he gets a shot at having an apple pie life--to settle down with a nice girl, raise a kid in a house with a white picket fence. With Sam gone, Dean’s responsibility now is to himself.

Sam, on the other hand, never wanted any part of it, because he wasn’t groomed the way Dean was, and because thanks to Dean, Sam wasn’t traumatized or forced into growing up too quickly the way Dean was.

So Sam aspires for a normal life, and works the cases with Dean so he can maybe get some semblance of it, when everything they set out to kill are laid to rest.

Ultimately, Sam performs a selfless act for his brother, who has given up everything for him, and for their cause--to save the world.

The journey is this: Dean sacrifices everything to save Sam, and Sam sacrifices himself so Dean could live.

Apart from being Dean’s “savior” and guardian angel, Castiel’s role in this era is to serve as a mirror to Dean’s journey. Castiel goes from being heaven’s foot soldier, following “God’s orders”; to an angel who learns to choose and feel for the first time in his existence.

After they realize that they’re both daddy’s blunt instruments, Dean starts choosing his own path for himself, and convinces Castiel to join him. Castiel stops following heaven, and starts following Dean.

In the end, with his newfound understanding of the world thanks to Dean, Castiel goes back to heaven to reform it.

We’ve resolved the biblical arc, and the character journeys.

SEASONS 6-10: THE SPIN-OFF ERA

So this is where the show realizes how vast its universe can be, so it tries to expand it by tapping into uncharted lands and experimenting with it.

They take on heaven, reform hell, explore purgatory, have the angels fall, turn Dean into a demon, and kill Death.

Dean and Sam recognize their codependency, and try to rise above it.

They go back and forth between which brother will risk it all for the greater good every other season.

Dean and Cas strengthen their relationship by recognizing the impact they have on each other’s lives.

Cas structures his life and decisions around Dean (Seasons 6-7), and Dean learns to trust and fight for Cas (Seasons 8-9).

Sam and Cas bond (mostly over Dean) because of their shared rationales in decision-making.

Dean, Sam, and even Cas also forge relationships with the people they work with. The concept of “found family” is introduced here.

This era was heavy on the plot while establishing, reinforcing, and solidifying relationships and dynamics.

At this point, it wasn’t just about the brothers anymore.

If Supernatural had ended in Season 10, the logical finale would’ve been Team Free Will, along with the family that they’ve found, going up against the latest big bad (Death or whoever). Maybe they lose them along the way, maybe they all make it out alive, or maybe they go down swinging, but at least the show recognizes and supports the message they keep saying, “Family don’t end with blood”

SEASONS 11-15: THE REWRITE ERA

This is where the show runs out of ideas and decides to invalidate the seasons that came before it.

From bringing Mary back (basically rendering their whole journey pointless because they’ve literally started hunting because of her death), to changing the stipulations in being Michael and Lucifer’s vessels (another character struggle rendered useless), to God himself breaking the fourth wall by saying that the Winchesters get away with everything because “they’re the main characters in his story and everything they’ve been through was just part of a badly written narrative”.

But what we’re getting from this era is that Sam and Dean, along with Cas (who has also deviated from the story) ARE trying to escape a badly written narrative.

That’s the “big bad” in this era. The writer.

At this point, the characters have picked up so many strays (including those from alternate universes), and have settled into their roles in their “found family”. Dean, Sam, and Cas all become surrogate dads and uncles.

They’ve also graduated from the whole “we’re on different sides” and “going behind each other’s backs” drama. And they just want the whole family together.

They’ve all resigned themselves to the cause, but they’re also tired. Dean allows himself to contemplate about wanting more out of life or at least getting a vacation. Sam, on the other hand, realizes his capabilities as an effective leader. Castiel learns to love another being that isn’t Dean (spoiler: it’s Jack).

However, they also realize that they’ve just been puppets on a string all this time.

So what they want now, is to write their own story, and make their own choices knowing that God/the writer isn’t the one fueling their narrative.

So here’s why the finale sucks:

Andrew Dabb, the current showrunner, said that there would be two finales.

15x19 - The finale to wrap up Season 15, and 15x20 - The finale to wrap up the series by “resolving the characters’ journey”

In 15x19 the boys find a way to de-power God/the writer. For the first time in their whole lives, they are free from the story. Their lives are completely theirs now. They can make their own decisions. There are no more “big bads” to fight

And here’s what happens in 15x20:

Immediately after being freed from their story arc, Dean and Sam go back to hunting the monster of the week.

Dean eats pie, gets nailed (literally), makes a 10-minute speech to Sam because he knows he’s dying, then he goes to heaven.

Dean is greeted by Bobby, his surrogate Dad who he hasn’t seen (fully alive) since Season 7. Bobby’s expository dialogue comprises of him explaining that he got out of heaven’s jail, that John and Mary are next door, and that Jack and Cas fixed the dynamics of heaven off-screen.

The first thing Dean decides to do is go for a long drive in his Impala (as if he hasn’t done enough of that already).

Meanwhile, Sam decides to stop hunting after Dean dies, he gets the apple pie life he hadn’t wanted since Season 8 (while Dean was in Purgatory), and names his kid “Dean” for effect. He grows old and dies.

Dean drove around in heaven for so long that Sam catches up to him.

They hug. The end.

Great, right?

After 15 years of struggling to battle their own respective destinies, going up against big bads and even bigger bads, then finally being able to take charge of their own stories, Dean and Sam regress to hunting the monster of the week, and get killed off by a nail and old age. Okay.

Sam gets to retire and have a family, sure, but they still focus on him and the kid he named after his dead brother. Still just “Sam and Dean” through and through. Nothing to do with found family. Just lineage. Just blood. And it ends there.

See, the problem here is that this ending would’ve been passable in The Kripke Era. But we’re 10 years down the road since, and while Sam and Dean are the original main characters, the show isn’t just about them and their codependent relationship anymore.

So you see, even if you take out the whole “Castiel deserves to be in the finale because he’s also a main character with an unfinished story arc” argument, the finale still does no justice to the series it tried to “wrap up”.

But anyway, now I’ll make the case for the problem with Castiel not being in the finale:

In 15x18, we get a 5-minute rushed confession from Castiel to Dean. The context of which are as follows:

1. Earlier in the episode, Dean had wounded Death with her scythe. We later find out that this wound is fatal.

2. Their friends start to “blip out” in a Thanos-like snap, and Dean thinks that Death is causing it, so Dean seeks her out, and Cas goes with him.

3. Dean and Cas anger Death, apparently for no reason because she didn’t even do the thing they thought she did. She chases them to try to kill them

4. Dean and Cas lock themselves in a room. Dean starts a pity party.

5. As Dean goes through hating himself out loud, Cas decides to inform Dean of the deal he made with The Empty. He then proceeds to explain the stipulation of the deal (that he would get taken once he experiences a moment of true happiness), then discusses his newfound happiness philosophy. Dean is getting whiplash.

6. Cas goes on to imply that the one thing that he wanted that he knew he couldn’t have is Dean Winchester reciprocating his romantic feelings for him. (Don’t even try to fight me on this because Cas already has Dean’s platonic love, and he knows that Dean thinks of him as a brother, so if he really meant this in a “familial” way, then why would he think that he couldn’t have the thing that would make him happy?) So Cas’ realization is that telling Dean about his feelings is enough to make him happy.

7. Cas tells Dean all the reasons why he loves him (thereby combating Dean’s self-deprecation tirade), and all the reasons why he’s worthy of his love. Meanwhile, Dean is still winded from the fact that Cas is about to sacrifice himself for him again.

8. Dean never gets to process anything, because Cas is shoving him out of the way, as he and Death (who busts through the door) get taken by The Empty.

After this episode, Dean never speaks of it. Misha Collins supposes that Dean doesn’t reciprocate. Jensen Ackles says that Dean didn’t really get to process it because it was too much, too fast, and that Dean, still dense as ever, thinks that Cas, a celestial being, doesn’t interpret human feelings the same way.

So what was the point of this confession?

Politics and sensitivities of a 2005 network television aside, what does this do for the story?

Cas proclaims his romantic feelings to Dean, but Dean never acknowledges it, doesn’t even give it a passing thought afterwards. So Cas’ big declaration goes unheard.

Cas cashes in on his Empty deal to kill Death (who was dying anyway), in order to save Dean who dies two episodes after.

Dean makes no effort to save Cas (despite being really broken up about his previous deaths, or even spending a whole year in Purgatory looking for him), even after they’ve beaten God, not even asking Jack (who has all the power in the universe) to bring him back (when Jack has already done it before, with less mojo).

Dean moves on to fight the monster of the week. Somewhere off-screen, Jack rescues Cas from The Empty, but Cas uncharacteristically doesn’t even bother to go to Dean? (Every single time he comes back, Dean’s always the first person he goes to)

And Cas, who apparently helped craft and reform the new heaven, isn’t the one who welcomes Dean and explains the new dynamics of it?

Sure, Jan.

Supernatural, you’ve created a finale that only your casual viewers and people who dipped out after Season 5 can appreciate.

Just goes to show how much you actually valued the people who actually invested in your story and characters, and consistently helped keep your show on the air.

[RT this on Twitter]

#SUPERNATURAL #DESTIEL #15X20 #I KNOW I SAID THAT MY LAST LONG POST WAS MY LAST ON EVER BUT I REALLY DIDN'T THINK THE FINALE WOULD BE WORSE THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE #INSIGHTFUL INSIGHTS #UNTAGGED #PERSONAL

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crazygalore · 3 years

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GABRIEL MAY (MALIGNANT) NSFW ALPHABET

TW: mentions of dysmorphia, NSFW

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Surprisingly, Gabriel actually NEEDS it, after each lovemaking session - no matter how gentle or how rough he was with you. He’ll draw the both of you a hot bath, and help you wash yourself. If you return the favour, this boy will positively melt, and let out tiny noises that sound suspiciously similar to little purrs. Afterwards, once he has patted your dry with a fluffy towel and dressed you in your favourite pyjamas, Gabriel will carry you to bed, and place you under the covers. Then, he will bring your favourite snacks and beverage, to enjoy while you huddle together to watch a movie before falling asleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Gabriel could never pick just one thing he loves about you - because he practically worships you body and soul. You are infinitely beautiful in his eyes, and the fact that you love and accept him for who he is feels like a miracle to him.

Since he doesn’t actually have a body of his own, he expresses his identity though clothes that he wears, which are different than the ones owned by Madison. Although they’re not body parts per say, he sees his leather coat and makeshift gold dagger as extensions of himself, and he enjoys donning them whenever he takes over his twin’s body. He will, sometimes, remain fully clothed during sex.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

His pleasure is your pleasure, and he will make you cum as much as possible, if only to enjoy your desperate moans and whimpers.

Being transmasc and trapped his Madison’s body, he suffers from severe dysmorphia and doesn’t really enjoy being touched intimately. And, as stated HERE, he did communicate with his sister when the two of you decided to become intimate, because he felt like this specific situation called for his sister’s consent. She doesn’t have access to his memories regarding his sex life, though - which is for the best.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s not a secret that he loves watching you pleasure yourself. The first time he witnessed it, you weren’t aware he was there, lost as you were in the act, so he quietly enjoyed the show from the door, a smug smirk playing at the corners of his mangled mouth.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

You are Gabriel’s first and only love, and the only person who ever saw him as a human being, worth of respect and adoration. So he doesn’t have that much experience, but he did his research and tried to learn as much as possible about the human body’s erogenous spots. That makes up for his lack of actual physical experience, at least most of the times. But since your guys’ relationship is based on trust, respect and communication, Gabriel is never ashamed to ask what works for you, and what doesn’t.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary, since he usually uses his mouth, fingers or a strap-on to pleasure you - and he wants to be able to look at your face, kiss your lips and hold you in his arms during sex. Gabriel is a very tactile person, and extremely touch-starved, so he actually NEEDS to be held, caressed and comforted. It’s the main reason why he enjoys making love to you so much, because the physical intimacy is something he’d never experienced before.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I wouldn’t say he’s particularly goofy, but he isn’t very stoic either. If anything awkward ensures during sex, he will try to make you laugh about it, so that you can relax and move on.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t actually have a private area of his own, and its pretty much Madison’s business as to how she grooms her nether region. He doesn’t actually care about those parts, since he never uses them.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very intimate, very romantic and very needy. As stated above, he craves physical contact, and he melts whenever you treat him with gentleness and affection. Hold him, kiss him, caress his scarred cheeks, and tell him how good he makes you feel, and Gabriel will be putty in your hands.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t actually partake in this act, as he doesn’t enjoy looking at, or touching the private parts of the body he shares with his sister. But sometimes, he fantasizes about what he would do to you, if he had a body of his own.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Gabriel is surprisingly vanilla, but he can be pretty dominant in the bedroom. He will pin your wrists above your head, as he fucks you into the mattress, or guide you into touching yourself, his voice a mere growl coming from your phone’s speaker. Knife kink, maybe, but only when it comes to cutting off your clothes. He doesn’t wanna hurt you, so unless you insistently ask him to, Gabriel won’t hold his makeshift dagger to your throat, or drag its blade across your skin. After all, he has other ways to let out his violent frustrations, so he feels no need to bring that to the bedroom. He was hurt by people who abhorred him, and he returned the favour years later. Love and violence do not cross paths in Gabriel’s mind.

Also clothed sex, because he enjoys wearing his leather coat and gloves, as he teases your naked body mercilessly.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere inside the house, but the bedroom is his favourite, because it’s more private and safe. Plus, he enjoys taking his time, so the bed is the most comfortable option when it comes to lengthy lovemaking sessions.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever you treat Gabriel with kindness and love, he will feel the need to bring you pleasure, and show you just how much he covets you. For him, sex is a means of expressing his affection for you - it’s an act of adoration and gratitude.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will NOT hurt you, ever, no matter how much you insist. You are the only person who has ever treated him right, and he cannot bear the thought of harming you in any way.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Enjoys giving, and is very enthusiastic about it. This boy will eat you out for hours, and has become fucking expert at it. He knows just how to angle his face, and use his teeth and tongue to cause you maximum pleasure. Your taste is heaven to him, and your needy moans and whimpers are music to his ears. He will edge you, he will overstimulate you, he will play your body like a violin, using his mouth and fingers alone.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood. Slow and sensual is his go to, but he can be rough if you ask him to. But regardless of the pace, Gabriel is ALWAYS very passionate, and completely dedicated to your pleasure. Also, this boy is inhumanly strong, so he may end up becoming rough without even realizing it - but in case it becomes too much, all you have to do is tell him, and Gabriel will apologise and treat you more gently.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not opposed to them, but he prefers taking his time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s willing to try anything, so long as it doesn’t cause you any actual harm. Hickeys and faint finger-shaped bruises happen a lot, since he doesn’t always calibrate his strength properly all the time.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Oh, he could go on forever. Remember he experiences pleasure exclusively through you, so he never gets tired of it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Oh, yes, 100% a fan of toys, all of them meant to drive you utterly insane with pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The most unfair and maddeningly patient tease to ever walk this Earth. He will edge you until you’re crying and begging for release - and only then will he CONSIDER to maybe let you cum.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Low growls and muffled moans are the best he can do - although he may use your phone’s speaker to talk dirty to you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Gabriel really enjoys sucking on and playing with your nipples. And, yes, he has actually made you cum by solely teasing and fondling your chest.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

As I said, he uses a strap-on, which is just the right length and thickness to bring you maximum pleasure. In fact, the more I think about it, the more inclined I am to believe he consulted with you before buying it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I would say his sex drive is medium to low, so unless you initiate it - case in which he will be delighted to take you to the bedroom - he will rarely bring it up. But he does have his moments, when he simply craves your passionate embrace.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends. Sometimes he falls asleep as soon as aftercare has been performed, and sometimes he stays awake a little while longer, just to watch you sleep peacefully by his side.

#malignant #gabriel may #gabriel may x reader #malignant imagine #gabriel may imagine #malignant x reader #gabriel may headcanons #malignant headcanons #tw dysmorphia

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Rise of the Titans and the assassination Hisirdoux Casperan’s character development

I’ve been ranting so much since Wednesday morning that I finally condensed by thoughts of WHY this one subject keeps setting me off namely the utterly diabolical way they handled Douxie and Archie’s relationship in Rise of the Titans and how it wasn’t just enough to hit him with the nerf bat.

Please note I’m at the point where I literally cannot tell the difference between Aaron headcanons, Teny headcanons and my own they are all mixed together in the blender that does funky things. I also apologise for typo/weird wording it’s half 1 in the morning and I’d rather sleep than edit.

If asked to sum up Hisirdoux Casperan there are certainly several things that come to mind:

Sees the value in people as a whole and will find do anything if there is a chance of help someone out

Prefers tactics that disable/banish rather than kill an enemy yet willing and able to pull the trigger if circumstances become forced

While not academically inclined he is very capable of thinking on his feet and outside the box calling back to his time on the streets where a split-second decision making is the difference between being caught and not

Terrible at planning he’ll be in there figuring it out as he goes along which is what makes the previous point so vital to literally how he goes through life

A natural charmer that would let him talk his way out of trouble 9/10 providing a perfect cover for his distrustful nature and reluctance to be touched by random people

Very down to earth, humble and never one to brag unless outright sassing someone

Will bang out some hot tunes at the drop of a hat, his love of music has never wavered once since he caught the bug despite instrument hopping ironically becoming a jack of all trades much like his magic style

The earliest memories he can recall are him as a young boy lost in the woods where he was for an unknown amount of time before his soon to be familiar finds him amongst the roots covered in dirt and drying tears, there is nothing before that. Unbeknownst to him is the colour of his magic matches the blue of a lost mother’s eyes and the song that haunts his nightmares as much as fire could well be hers though there is no way to be sure. From that moment on Archibald, shortened to Archie, would become his entire world and their friendship only becoming closer during the years they prowled Camelot together trying to keep themselves in one piece until the fateful day Douxie tricks the wrong person leading him straight into the path of the famous wizard Merlin Ambrosius.

It's no real secret that Merlin is a very closed off person who keeps his emotions as well guarded as his secrets, prefers the style of negative reinforcement over positive encouragement and is a very strict perfectionist in his. At this point in his life he can be very easily described as a disaster that is genuinely doing his best with every little mistake held of his head and his future self when brought back to that time period is belittled by Lancelot (Errand boy) and Arthur (Boy) too meaning it’s hardly a wonder his confidence was very fragile revelling in the times where he could do things without being told off for it. With Morgana largely ignoring him too (Though personally I like to think as he got older she’d occasionally take an interest until the blistering arguments with their master started to talk over daily life) a certain disguised dragon would have remained a lifeline and give that physical affection he craved much like being told he’d done well never seemed able to earn.

With Killahead he’d lose that home and family he made leaving just the two of them behind struggling to figure out their place in the world that had abandoned them.

There wouldn’t have been the words for it back then but the way he had been treated prior was outright abusive instilling very bad habits into Douxie yet by irony he was always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt and help those in trouble without thinking earning a reputation as the Shepard of Fire. He refused to become like him seeking to be better, perhaps not as a wizard (Even though he was learning new charms and spells along the way) but certainly as a person. Despite everything he suffers through or witnesses in the intervening years, the loss of friends and kindling of far newer ones he never loses his good heart

That said is it any wonder that after rightfully sassing Merlin for resurfacing, ignoring his existence despite being in the same town and only visiting him to run a finding errand that all the confidence he’d managed to build completely from scratch after Camelot wavered causing him to fall back solely into trying impressing his old Master who was acting like his humble apprentice must have coasted the past few centuries who himself fell back into old habits of belittling? It’s only when Merlin started to truly listen and acknowledge that this was not the same Moppet he once knew after Excalibur was fixed that their relationship finally started to become more like equals. After the defeat of Janus the changeling that broke into the castle he touched Douxie’s shoulder with a genuine smile and for a second he simply didn’t know what to do because the old man never did this before his brain kicked into gear and realised he’d finally earned that one thing he’d been so desperate for his entire life: That in Merlin’s eyes he could be more than a failure who only caused problems for the closest thing to a father figure he’d ever had, never solved them.

A staff will be earned, history would be set back on trap by banishing Morgana tag teaming with Archie because they know one another inside and out, as promised he’d get the kids back to the present but soon after things would go badly wrong. They’d lose Jim and because of his very nature he’d make a gamble to try and get him back because that life is worth trying for just for in a moment of surprising selflessness Merlin would be sacrificed to save him. The only constant in his life apart from Archie would apologise, openly express pride and how the greatest thing he’d ever done was saving this orphan, call him son for the first and final time before turning into ash in his arms. There would be no time to grieve for things will barrel into the crescendo of Douxie sacrificing his own life to buy everyone time to escape because if they did that everything he’d ever done would be worth it with one last whispered goodbye.

(Zoe sees him fall, so does Archie – His heart would break if he was conscious just like theirs does when his body crumples into the ground)

On the very fringes of the Light Realm he is gifted one more conversation with Merlin in a truly heart-breaking sequence (THANKS TENY) where they can just talk without any fear of consequence or politics and just be completely honest. Douxie is allowed to stand equal to Merlin, to have the hug he’d needed since he was a child and be allowed to simply let go of every pretense and cry his heart out because this can never happen again. He’s allowed to say goodbye to both his master and Morgana who had both shaped so very much of his life but like the painting he’d always remained firmly in the long shadows of until that moment.

When Hisirdoux Casperan finally leaves Wizards if we just accidently deliberately put the shawarma back in along with checking in with Zoe before departure, it is with having learned to live during his wandering years but this is the point of true freedom because he can finally escape into his own light with Archie by his side to keep Nari out of the hands of those that would see the world harmed. It won’t be easy but it feels possible somehow even with the knowledge everything is simply running on borrowed time.

Then Rise of the Titans happens.

At first everything is genuinely fine! No more running, they engineer a solution shut the Order’s magic down to make them a lot less dangerous and potentially at least incapacitate them until they can come up with a longer-term solution but all the best laid plans and all that. Douxie’s quick thinking stops the train from crushing any of the people below and it’s a very him style move to switch places with Nari to stall for time because for some reason the plot disabled Claire from portaling her or any of the threatened people/heroes to safety. He openly sasses the Order despite knowing the consequences will be bad for him because once again he’s managed to trick them, buy time that at the other end isn’t even slightly utilised until he’s forced back into his own body in excruciating pain. Archie immediately mobs him with comfort just as he has done every single time the wizard is distressed or collapsed with exhaustion without thinking because that is what their bond is like, incredibly close and far more than the Soul Bond mark that connects them together. They’re very alike in that regard, you have to earn the right to touch while equally knowing exactly what form the other needs the most in that precise moment in a way very few others could.

Bar the moment of figuring out that an illusion is in place to hide where the Order is opening the Genesis Seals and the brief insistence on reconnecting with Nari somehow Douxie manages to forget everything that makes him who he is after this point choosing to stand in the background being very no thoughts head empty or can only use the most basic spells of his youthful days not the seasoned master wizard he should be. Nomura is treated like an innocent slip rather than an outright death he did absolutely nothing to prevent (Not to mention the stupid daytime thing) nor seems to care particularly about afterwards yet with Nari’s he’s allowed to openly grieve in a gorgeously animated visual showing how he’d failed to keep her safe despite everything. He did nothing to help here either mind despite allowing himself to be tortured in the same piece of media to keep her safe, just watched another loss happen right in front of his eyes in his conga long line of them.

Then there’s Archie, oh god then there was Archie.

The dragon who even here he’d been shown to have an incredibly close bond with him decides you know what sod that tell him goodbye I’m going to make a joke about having a kingdom now dad and me are trapped in here forever. Douxie on his part looked sad for all of three seconds saying that he hoped he’s happy like it's a pet that wandered out into the world one day and never came back instead of a lifelong companion that has been there for as long as he can remember. He was now completely alone in the world since Zoe was also written out entirely and because every bit of his background had been forgotten about it somehow meant nothing. This wasn’t “I know you miss him, I know you need to grieve but you are running out of time” moment like things had been with Charlie, this was “cool shapeshifting dragon cat is now stuck in a plot hole that’s a shame” with zero pay off or any of the genuine reaction that should have been there or hell even trying to Ohana him back that very second because it never should have happened in the first place. Then even this wasn’t enough somehow, they managed to de-power Douxie even further into uselessness bar the (Admittedly nifty!) sticky feet stunt, the one who fought Skrael and Bellroc to a stalemate was shunted aside with barely a thought and his head would somehow get even emptier.

The one person who knew the danger of time magic the most stood by and said nothing.

The one person who would suffer the most by a reset because the lynchpin to his issues would be asleep if you got it wrong and should have drilled it into Jim’s head the best time to aim for stood by and said nothing.

The one person who had just suffered the loss of his familiar, best friend and only family along with the almost sister like Nari stood by and said nothing.

Then to add further insult to injury the caption when Douxie and Archie is shown says Some go their entire lives living an existence of quiet desperation because every drop of his character growth, his ability to finally start addressing his trauma instilled back in the 12th century, the staff he longed for was instead openly mocked by going “Aww he got his cat friend back how nice!” Everything he’d rightfully earned and had now would be unable to progress until certain criteria are met because it hinges entirely on the Trollhunter going to Merlin’s tomb and there’s only so much your support network of two (One if she’s written out) can do, the root of the majority of his issues all stem from one man.

And this folks is why I’ve been going on multiple rants about Douxie in particular, everyone was hit with the out of character bat to some degree in this film but when they came for him they didn’t just stop after they took his legs out because they wanted him to suffer from something he’s never had any control over to begin with all over again. Abuse survivors deserve better, these characters deserve better and we as viewers deserve far far better writing than we were forced to endure.

#Ooc - Behind the curtains #Rise of the Titans #Rise of the Titans spoilers #RotT Spoilers #RoT spoilers #Wizards #Tales of Arcadia #ToAWizards #Hisirdoux Casperan #Douxie Casperan

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Hello! Just want to say I think your recent jc+wwx post was very well written and there is a lot there I agree with even as someone whose opinion on jc fluctuates (sometimes I love him and sometimes I am... very frustrated haha).

I guess my one question is on something I've seen from a lot of people not just yourself, and it's that jc doesn't know why wwx saved the wens. Now maybe I'm taking it too literally, but even without knowing about the golden core transfer, jc does know that wq and wn risked their lives to save him and wwx and got his parents remains back. He also sees firsthand that the people wwx rescued are "the old, weak, women and children" in his own words, and when they discuss it in the cave wwx straight up brings up what they owe wq and wn. Obviously jc disagrees with going so far to help them, but I don't see how he could be confused about why wwx did it? Esp when he's known wwx almost all his life, it can't have been that much of a surprise. (I'm asking you bc I think you would be able to articulate an explanation v well and it's something that has genuinely confused me when I've seen ppl say it so often, but ofc you are in no way obligated to answer! Hope you have a lovely day 😘)

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed my post even if your opinion is slightly different from mine 😀.

As for your question. I do think rationally, Jiang Cheng knows why Wei Wuxian chose to help the Wen. I mean when the other sect leaders question him on why Wei Wuxian freed the prisoners of war, he tells them that they owe Wen Ning and Wen Qing, that they helped them out during the Sunshot campaign. Of course the other sects do not accept this answer and basically tell him to call WWX to order. But it shows that even before he visits the Burial Mounds, JC clearly knows what up, at least partly. There is of course a whole other layer to WWX's debt to WN and WQ that JC is not aware of.

I think the problem is more emotional than logical. At this time JC is working himself to the bone trying to rebuilt Yunmeng Jiang. In that same chapter it says that JC is exhausted from working late every day. Add intersectional politics to that, and he's barely holding his head above water. He could really use the help of his right hand man. But that man is not there, so he has to do it alone. Then, when he goes to visit WWX at the Burial Mounds, it becomes clear that WWX is planning to live with the Wens long term. Except JC knows that the rest of to cultivation world won't just let them be. Choosing the side of the Wen remnants is basically choosing a death sentence.

"Wei Wuxian! Don't you understand? When you're standing on their side, you're the bizarre genius, the miraculous hero, the force of the rebellion, the flower that blooms alone. But the second your differs from theirs, you've lost your mind, you've ignored morality, you've walked the crooked path. You think you can be immune to all these condemnations as you stay outside of the world and do whatever you want? No such precedent has happened before!"

JC basically predicts exactly what will happen here. And WWX decides to stay anyway. The question that I think haunts JC is not 'why is WWX helping the Wens?' I think it's 'why is WWX not helping me?' or maybe even more precise 'what is wrong with me that WWX picks certain doom above staying with me?'

Now I don't think these feelings would've festered as much if Jiang Yanli never died. Because at the second visit, when Yanli shows off her wedding dress, JC seems a lot more relaxed and accepting. He and WWX banter and tease, there is a feeling of optimism. If their little plan of showing how harmless WWX was at Jin Ling's one month celebration had worked, maybe everything would've been alright.

But that didn't happen. Everything went to shit. And JC was left with the broken pieces of his life, agonizing over what went wrong.

I hope I've answered your question!

#Jiang Cheng #Wei Wuxian #mdzs #cql #the untamed #mdzs meta #yunmeng shuangjie #of course this is my view on the whole thing i'm sure others have different opinions #again i'm open to discussion as long as you're not rude

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the-broken-truth · 3 years

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A Returning Heart - Alcina Dimitrescu x Male Character

Summary: The Bloodline of House Dimitrescu has been destroyed by Ethan Winters, but will it remain that way? A cloaked figure approached the castle with one thing in mind - Can love transcend death?

Quick Note: The Explosion didn't destroy the Castle or that area of the village. Also, the male will not be given a name.

"Here are your purchases, My Lord." The Duke smiled as he handed 4 horizontal boxes out to the cloaked figure before him who took them in his arms but set the 3 smaller boxes down before opening the longest box. The cloaked man opened the long box - the Duke could see a long smile on the man's face as he gazed into the contents of the box before sealing the lid on it again.

"Perfect. What can you tell me about the other lords? Do you have their remains as well?" The man asked.

"But of course - after Ethan Winters killed the lords, he sold their remains to me for a fair amount of Lei. Would you like theirs as well?" Duke asked with a smile.

"Not at this moment. Once I make sure everything is in order, I shall come back for the remaining lords. And what of Miranda & the mutamycete?" The man asked.

"No longer in existence, My Lord. Ethan Winters and his company completely destroyed them - as well as the other Lords' Domains with the limitation of Lady Dimitrescu Castle and the Central and Northern Villages." Duke said.

"I'll take care of that as well." The man said as he reached down and gathered all of the boxes in his arms and started his way up the path to the grand castle that still stood.

"This is going to be interesting," Duke said as he got his notebook to make note of this. "It's not everything someone like that comes to the village."

[At Castle Dimitrescu]

The figure pushed the metal door of the castle open with one hand while the other held the boxes to his side. He looked around the room he now stood in before cracking a smile.

'Not much has changed.' He chuckled to himself before he made his way through the castle until he reached Castle Dimitresc's Hall of the Four (The Location where the masks go.). He opened the first box and gazed upon its contents before reaching in and pulling out the crystalized remains of The Royal Dragon - Alcina Dimitrescu, herself. He smiled at the crystal remains for a while before he placed them in the center of the room before going back to the other 3 boxes and opened them - showing 3 crystals torso that was small than Lady Dimitrescu's but each one had a gem placed in their chests - the first one he picked up bore a red gem.

'Bela.' the man thought as he placed the red-gemmed torso next to Alcina's. He back to the other two and picked up the second one - which bore a yellow gem.

'Cassandra.' He thought before placing it next to the other two in the center of the hall. He rose to his feet again and gathered the last one - a green gem in the chest of its chest.

'Daniela.' He echoed in his mind before placing it with the others.

Once they were all in place - he lifted his right hand which was engraved with runes of an unknown language. He cleared his throat before he spoke in Romanian.

"Din amurg până în zori. Din carne, sânge și os. Din aceste fragmente fragile, poruncesc - întoarce-te la care ai fost odată și mergi din nou pe acest pământ." The runes on his arm began to glow a blinding white light when a circle surrounded each of the remains and consumed them in a pillar of blinding light. The man watched and waited until he saw the remains float and take new form - this made him smile widely.

[About 3 Hours Later.]

A feminine groan filled the air of the Castle Main Hall has eyes began to flutter open, revealing a gold hue. The woman allowed her eyes to readjust to see - she was on a familiar floor. She pushed herself off the ground before groaning again and placing her hand on her head.

"My head...What happened? The last thing I remembered was..." Her eyes widened as memories began flooding back in her mind.

The meeting with her family.

Her daughters bringing her that Man-Thing.

The man-thing escaping and killing her eldest.

The pain she felt of loss.

Hunting that man-thing over and over again before he killed her last two daughters.

Tracking him to the chapel but getting stabbed with the dagger.

Then...dying.

"He killed me... I know he did, but then..." She looked at her hands. "How am I alive?" Alcina wondered as she tried to find an answer. Sudden movement at her right made her eyes dart and widen - instant tears filled them.

"My head...What happened?" the young girl asked.

"BELA!" Alcina said as she scurried to her daughter and engulfed in her a hug; surprising the girl who returned the hug.

"M...Mother?" Bela asked as she looked into Alcina's golden eyes.

"I'm here, little one; Momma's here now." Alcina said as she held her daughter more.

Bela looked behind her mother and her eyes widened.

"Mother - Cassandra and Daniela!" Bela said making Alcina look behind her to see her middle child and youngest also wake up. Alcina and Bela gathered the other two in hugs and all of them hugged and cried for at least 30 minutes before rising to their feet.

"I don't get it." Daniela began. "That man-thing killed us. How are we here?" She asked.

"Dani's right - I remember dying." Bela said.

"Then I ended up dying trying to avenge Bela." Cassandra said.

"And I died the library when that man-thing got the Iron Key." Daniela finished.

"That accursed man-thing stabbed me the Dagger of Deaths Flowers and managed to defeat my dragon form. How are we all here? Did Mother Miranda bring us back to life?" Alcina asked.

"I'm afraid Miranda had nothing to do with this - she can't do anything now that she's dead." A male voice called out. The women looked at the top of the stairs leading to the foyer and saw a figure dressed in a cloak with his face covered - only having the lower part of his chin showing.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my castle?!" Alcina demanded as she called forth her dragon's claws.

Broken Truth: That's what I like to call them. The whole 'A Rat can't escape the dragon's claw' was one of my favorite lines in the game; along with 'CASSANDRA!'.

"Calm yourself, Lady Dimitrescu." the male said as he raised his hand to silence her but that only made her angrier.

"You don't tell me what to do in my own castle, you stupid man-thing!" Alcina snarled.

"Geez and here I thought you would be grateful to the one who brought you and your daughters back to life." That made all their eyes widen.

"You brought us back?" Bela asked.

"Wait - why would you do that? Where're the other lords? Where's Mother Miranda?!" Alcina demanded to know.

"As I have said before - Miranda and the other lords are dead, just as the mutamycete no longer exists. Ethan Winters killed you, your daughters, and all the lords before taking out Miranda and destroyed the mutamycete before taking back that which was his." The man said from his place at the top of the stairs.

"That's impossible... All of our hard work - undone by a stupid male?!" Alcina snarled. "That doesn't explain why you brought me and my daughters back to life." Alcina said.

"Let's say - I was bringing back that which was once mine." The man said as he slowly started his way down the stairs. "A long time ago - I took up residence in this place as a loyal servant and became something more but short-minded humans came here to destroy you and those you held dear but I refused to let that happen and to save 4..." the male stopped at the bottom of the stairs and pulled the hood off - revealing his face: short brown hair, with emerald green eyes, and a familiar scar across his face. "I threw myself on the blade to keep my loved ones safe." He smiled at the wide eyes on the daughters' faces, as well as the tears that began to build in the dragon's eyes. He held his arms open in a welcoming manner. "I've returned to you, my family."

"FATHER/PAPA/DADDY!!!" The shouts of the daughters rung out as they ran into the male's arms, who held them as if they were something precious.

"It's okay, girls. I'm here now."

"I don't understand..." Alcina said as she tried to hold back her tears. "I saw you die - you threw yourself on the sword to save me from getting killed." Alcina said as she walked over to the group.

"I've been reborn since the time I lost you - while in this body, I attended a school and learned about dragons; that reminded me of you, awoke the memories of my past life and my bond to you. I was determined to return to you but I knew I had to become more so I trained myself in the arts of magic. It was a good thing too - when I learned about what happened, I had the skills to return that which I lost back to the world of the living." He explained.

Alcina looked into his eyes - those eyes darker than the tree's leaves during summer - the last time she saw them, they were as dull as sandstone but they were before her again.

He was here.

He was with her again.

And he gave back what she lost.

"MY LOVE!" Alcina fell to her knees and hugged the man and her daughters in one hug. She didn't want to let go of him; scared that this was all a dream and she was never going to see him again, that all of this would fade away and she would be back in the nothingness again.

"Shh...It's okay, Alci." He said as he began to wrap his arms around her neck to hug her for the first time in centuries. "I'm here, My Dragoness, and I shall not leave you or our daughters again." And this time - he was intending on keeping that promise.

Translation

"Din amurg până în zori. Din carne, sânge și os. Din aceste fragmente fragile, poruncesc - întoarce-te la care ai fost odată și mergi din nou pe acest pământ." - From dusk until dawn. From flesh, blood, and bone. From these fragile fragments, I command - return to which you once were and walk this earth again.

#alcina x oc #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #alcina x male #lady dimitrescu x reader

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