#stand a chance against dream alone let alone everyone else

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream as different wedding tropes

AN: Wedding tropes are just *chef kisses* also if I have time, I'll make longer versions of this scenarios. Also Mark and Haechan's part are a bit suggestive.

Mark Lee ; we met at the bachelor's party / bridal shower.

You're single, he's single, you two met at the bar or a club and immediately clicked. You discovered that he was there because his friend is getting married and they're celebrating his last day of being 'single.' And while he was supposed to be there to celebrate with his friends, he spend the night flirting and talking to you. Bonus points if this ends up as a one night stand, and another point if you two met the next day at the wedding. 

Huang Renjun ; best man and maid of honor that clashes.

The modern-day banters to lovers, you're your bestfriend's maid of honor and is obligated to help in the wedding preparations, it's going fine but the best man of the groom tend to clash with your ideas. You two don't get along and at some point fought hard that the couple have to interfere. Ohhh but the tension is there!! and rest assure that after the wedding, the two of you will eventually reconcile and see that you two aren't that bad after all. 

Lee Jeno ; stop the wedding!

You're about to get married to the wrong person. You can't back down because everything's settled and although your heart beats for someone else, you couldn't let yourself face shame if you let the wedding get cancel. The ceremony's starting, the two of you exchanged vows and rings, and when the officiant asked the audience if anyone is against the union of the two of you, there he screams, "stop the wedding!" it's the love of your life. Fuck the shame, you wanted to be with him, that's why you left your groom at the aisle and eloped with Jeno. 

Lee Donghyuck ; flirting with one of the groomsman.

It's your friend's wedding and although you were there as a guest, you couldn't help but coddle your eyes on that fine groomsman. You tried to not be discreet with your glance but it's obvious that he has caught you staring many times. That's why it's no surprise that he approached you during the reception, even offered you a glass of wine and a dance. It'll end with you two having sex in his hotel room while the reception's still going on. 

Na Jaemin ; ex-lovers who met again at the wedding.

As much as you want to decline, it's your best friend's wedding, you need to attend! But he's also there, that's why it's no surprise that you two met again after breaking up. The wedding is filled with romance and love is in the air, that's why you couldn't help but to talk to Jaemin again and think that this is a second chance for the two of you. Eventually it is! because days after the wedding, he asked you out to grab a lunch or dinner. 

Zhong Chenle ; fake boyfriend for the wedding date.

Your friend's getting married and even said that you can bring a date. You've been single for your whole life, and doesn't want to show up to the wedding alone, that's why you dragged your friend Chenle into your little scheme. It is unknown as to why Chenle agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the wedding but everything went smooth. Chenle's very caring and was a gentleman, draping his coat on your shoulders, and even offering you to a dance. They gushed at how sweet you two are and it made you question about your friendship with Chenle at the end of the day. 

Park Jisung ; a wedding after everything you two went through.

This isn't just a wedding ceremony, this is a start and symbol of a brand new start for the two of you. After many challenges and hardships, you two will finally get married!! It's symbolic and it strengthens your love!! You two will be a shy couple who couldn't believe that you two are getting married. All your friends and family will be there, and everyone is just happy because they witnessed the challenges you two went through. You two will live happily ever after as a married couple. 

#nct dream #nct fic #nct imagines #nct #nct dream fic #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct dream imagine #nct scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream reactions #nct mark #nct renjun #nct jeno #nct haechan #nct jaemin #nct chenle #nct jisung

[fandoms--fluff]

Nightmare

Part 2

Kid!Fem!Reader x Damon!Salvatore x Stefan!Salvatore

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of boobs, mentions of sex, blood ig

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It's 2:30am and your thrashing around in your bed, crying. Your dreaming about some time in the early 1890's when you were kidnapped by a vampire hunter, he was torturing you. He was using vervain ropes to tie you up and stab wood through you, getting closer to your heart every time. You did eventually get away but the dream is recapping every part of the torture that happened.

At some point you started to scream. Katherine came running in as fast as she could since the room she's staying in is right next to yours.

"Hey, hey, hey y/n wake up" she said, shaking you.

Once you woke up and saw Katherine sitting at the edge of the bed beside you, you jumped into her arms. Your head resting on her shoulder, crying your eyes out.

"Were you having a bad dream, hun?" Katherine asked rubbing your back.

You nodded feverishly. "You want to talk about it?"

"Wan' Stefy and Damy" you whined and then nuzzled your head into her chest.

Without much thought and because your tired, you started to trace the curves of her boobs from the cleavage of her top. Katherine looked at you and smiled, holding back a laugh. She stood up and started walking to Stefan's room with you in her grasp, continuing the movements of tracing her breasts.

You guys finally got to Stefan's room and right as she was about to turn the doorknob she heard noises of him and Elena having sex.

"Okay, how about we go see Damon instead" Katherine looked to where now you started to suck on your index and middle fingers.

She just decided to let that be Damon's problem, knowing there was a high chance of you biting her fingers. Now she was heading to Damon's room and opened the bed, going inside.

Katherine went over to his bed and placed you on it, making sure you couldn't fall off before waking him up.

"Damon!" All he did was just grunt and turn the other way. "Damon wake up! y/n had a nightmare" that woke him up and he sat up to see you and Katherine.

You rushed and climbed into Damon's lap, still crying. "I'll leave you two alone now" Katherine said while she left, going back to her room.

"What was your dream about y/n/n?" Damon asked, trying to pull your fingers out of your mouth.

You tried to bite him but stopped when he gave you a 'don't even think about it or else' look.

"Mean 'erson hur' me. Burn a wot and awmost kiwl me" you said with a sob.

Damon looked down at you with widened eyes, thinking you would've forgotten about that experience by now. "Oh bub, it's okay. I promise that will never happen to you again" Damon said, reassuring you.

You looked up at him and he wiped the tears off your face with his thumbs. "Pwomise?" You asked.

"I promise" He said and kissed your forehead.

Not so long after, you fell asleep Damon noticed Alaric leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. Damon just rolled his eyes while Alaric walked in going over to him.

"That was cute and impressive" he said to Damon.

"Well she's my baby sister. Literally" Damon said nodding down to where you were now sucking your thumb, leaning against his chest.

Damon laid down with you still laying on his chest, pulling a blanket up. “So are you just going to stand there and stare at us sleeping?” Damon said while closing his eyes. 

 Alaric softly smiled again then left, closing the door on his way out, going back to bed.

In the morning (later)

Every one is now  awake and downstairs, Bonnie and Elena making breakfast. At first Tyler was helping but then got kicked out after almost starting a fire on the counter somehow. Stefan was sitting on one of the couches with a mug of coffee and realized that it was way too quiet.

“Hey where’s Damon?” To Stefan’s question everyone looked around the room, not seeing him. 

Katherine just chuckled and everyone turned their heads towards her suspiciously. “What?” She asked.

“What did you do?” Stefan started to walk over to her.

“She didn’t do anything.” “Yeah, listen to Mister history teacher over there” Katherine said with a smirk. 

“Just go to his room and you’ll see why, it’s cute” Stefan listened to her and sped up to Damon’s room. 

“It is never a good sign when you say something is cute” Elena said walking over and sitting on the couch opposite from her, with a plate of the food her and Bonnie just finished.

“If you don’t believe me just wait until the three of them come down here” She said back to Elena.

“Three? Is y/n with Damon?” Tyler asked and Katherine just nodded.

Soon Stefan and Damon came down the stairs with you in Damon’s arms, leaning on his shoulder, still half asleep. 

“Was she with you the whole night?” Stefan asked as Damon sat down next to Bonnie.

“Yup, she had a nightmare, Katherine brought her to my room at like two in the morning, crying” He said, starting to play with your hair.

“Wait was y/n crying or was Katherine?” Jeremy asked confused, while grabbing some of the food.

“y/n” Katherine said glaring at him. 

You looked up, hearing your name being said, rubbing your eyes with closed fists cutely. You then were staring at some fruit on Bonnies plate. “Do you want a piece of pineapple?” Bonnie asked you.

You nodded your head and bonnie handed you a piece, you started to chew it and after a couple seconds brought your hands up and spat it out into them. Making a disgusted facial expression. Damon immediately carried you over to the sink in the kitchen to wash your hands, getting all the chewed up pineapple off. He also grabbed a paper towel to wipe your chin.

“Alright you don’t like pineapple, noted” Damon said and walked back into the room where everyone else is, everyone now finished their food. “Down p’ease” You mumbled.

He set you down and you went over to Elena, making grabby hand motions. Elena smiled and picked you up, setting you on her lap. Damon sat down, looking offended because you picked you’d rather go to Elena than stay with him.

You turned to face her and saw her necklace. You reached a hand out and touched the necklace but then quickly took back your hand, burned by vervain. Your eyes started to water and Elena pulled you into a hug and started to rub your back. 

“I’m sorry” Elena whispered.

You rested your head on her shoulder and started to trace the curve of her boobs showing. Everyone started staring at what your doing and Elena looked confused before Stefan came over lifting you up, placing you on his hip.

You looked at him with a pout on your face. “Where did you even- why?” Stefan asked while Caroline chuckled at what you just did. 

“Hmmmm I wonder where?” Katherine said smirking at Stefan then Elena. 

“What are you talking about?” Elena asked.

“The fact that last night she started to do that exact same thing to me last night and then when I got to your room you guys were having sex. Also just the fact that she’s related to Damon” Katherine said and you started to kick Stefan to let you down.

Everyone stared shocked at the couple while Stefan let you down. “What did I say about the kicking yesterday?” Stefan said crouched down to your level.

“yes kicking” You said with a smile and ran over to Alaric, clinging to his legs.

“I’m pretty sure that won’t sink into her mind anytime soon” Caroline said and went over to you lifting you up from where you were holding on for dear life to Alaric’s legs.

“Wow she has a strong grip” He said, surprised. 

When Caroline sat back down you started to play with her hair and brought it up to your nose to sniff it. “Smell ‘ood” you said looking up at her.

“I think she likes your hair” Tyler said.

“Don’t be a smart ass” Bonnie said to him.

“ass!” You exclaimed, excitedly.

“No, remember what I said yesterday if you said a bad word?” Stefan said, looking at you. 

Again Jeremy and Tyler were laughing, not helping at all. You look confused at Stefan’s question, your head laid down against Caroline’s chest. 

“Well what I remember is that if you said a bad word you get time with a bar of soap in your mouth” Stefan said. 

“Okay. I no say bad word” You glumly answered your brother.

Meanwhile Elena got a text. “Guys, it’s Elijah. He said we need to meet up. Like now” Said Elena, standing up.

#damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #salvatore little sister #kid reader #stefan x kid reader #damon x kid reader #elena gilbert #katherine pierce #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #tyler lockwood #jeremy gilbert #alaric saltzman #cute #fluff #imagines #fanfic #writing #thevampirediaries #the vampire diaries #comfort

[itneverendshere]

runaway - bucky barnes au! (one shot! series)

warnings: angst!!!!!; little backstory and a little surprise??

parti i and ii: out of time; as it was

I remember the day it happened as if it were yesterday, the years not having drifted by and drained every emotion from my heart.

How foolish of me to think I ever stood a chance against the most powerful woman in the Kingdom. To go against the Queen meant meeting your doom. My love for her son, for Bucky, had blindsided me. It made me believe that she would understand, maybe not at first, but surely, if she saw how happy we were, she would do her best to respect her son’s wishes.

I was wrong.

Royalty loves their power and their choices more than they could ever love someone else. There’s no space for understanding, for caring. Everyone is a pawn in their game, and if you become a threat, you’ll be dealt with.

The day it happened, Bucky and I stole moments together in hidden corners, weaving dreams of a future where love conquered all. Little did we know that our happiness hung by the thinnest thread, a thread that would soon be violently severed.

It was during a lavish royal banquet that the Queen's displeasure was unveiled. The grand hall echoed with laughter and music; the air filled with the aroma of delicacies. Bucky and I exchanged stolen glances across the room, oblivious to the storm that was brewing. 

How did I not see it?

As the night wore on, the Queen's icy gaze found its way to me. Her piercing eyes bore into my soul, stripping away the illusion of safety I had built.

She knew.

My heart sank as I realized I was no longer a dirty secret kept between the walls of the castle.

“Tell me, girl,” her voice haunts me to this day, even after her passing, “How long have you known?”

My eyes darted quickly in her direction, seeking to escape whatever punishment I knew she was about to bestow on me. “I’m—My sincerest apologies, my queen, I don’t know—”

“Surely, you’ve realized you’re with child?”

Her words hung in the air like a heavy fog, thick with a mix of shock and terror. The revelation struck me like a thunderbolt, leaving me momentarily paralyzed. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, as if to shield the secret growing within me. The truth was laid bare, and the Queen's sharp eyes seemed to pierce through the layers of my being.

“I understand your education is…appalling. But surely, you’ve noticed your lack of monthly bleedings.”

I stammered, trying to find the right words that could soften the blow of this revelation, “I don’t understand—”

With a deliberate step, the Queen descended from the elevated platform and approached me, her royal gown trailing behind her like a river of silk. The weight of her disapproval bore down on me.

"Your naivety is astonishing," she hissed, her voice a low, venomous whisper. "You will deny that child belongs to my son as well?”

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. The Queen circled around me like a predator closing in on its prey.

I summoned whatever courage I could muster, standing tall despite the storm of emotions raging within me. "Your Majesty, my love is genuine. I never intended to disgrace the kingdom or your family. Bucky and I—we simply wanted to be together."

The Queen's cold laughter filled the hall, sending shivers down my spine. "Love?! You dare speak of love? You believe you’re special.”

“I don’t—”

“But you do! Look at yourself, girl, you dare to think my son would ever love a commoner such as yourself? You can barely write your name, let alone rule a Kingdom.”

The Queen's words were like a harsh wind that threatened to extinguish the flickering flame of hope within me. I felt the weight of her scrutiny, a heavy burden that threatened to crush me under its enormity.

“Any man is easily fooled by a pretty face and a pair of legs. James, as smart as he is, is still a man at the end of the day, is he not?”

I felt the hot sting behind my eyes, my breath caught in my chest. My shoulders trembled slightly, a subtle sign of the emotional turmoil within. Determination etched across my face, I fought valiantly to hold back the tears threatening to spill. My jaw tightened, and I blinked rapidly as if trying to push the emotions away. “Your son is a good man.”

“Yes, but he is only just a man. Not very smart creatures, are they? So easily played, so gullible, yet so… treacherous. You cannot possibly think you were the only girl in his bed.”

I knew his heart better than anyone; Bucky would have never hurt me. If there was one simple thing I was certain of, it was him.

"Your Majesty, please," I implored, desperation seeping into my voice. "If it's punishment you seek, punish me. Banish me from the kingdom, but spare the child.”

A cold smile played on the Queen's lips as she continued her circling, the predatory dance of a predator toying with its prey.

 "Innocence is a rare commodity in the realm of politics. You, my dear, chose to dance with wolves, and now you must face the consequences."

My mind raced, desperately searching for a way to salvage the remnants of my shattered world. “I beg of you, please don’t do this!”

She halted in front of me, her gaze piercing through my defenses. "You will leave this kingdom at sunrise, never to return. Your presence will be erased from our history, and my son will be free to fulfill his destiny without the shackles of your deceit."

Leave? I’d barely left the castle, let alone the kingdom; it was all I ever knew. There was nothing for me outside these walls, no one to guide me or to come to my rescue.

“I have nowhere to go."

“And that is your doing. Your kind is not meant to challenge the order we've established. You’re a stain, a stain I will erase for the sake of the kingdom. If your child meets its death, it will be a deserving ending, better than what I would allow."

A profound sense of isolation engulfed me. The weight of impending exile pressed upon my chest, making it hard to breathe. “Bucky won’t allow this.”

“James will abide by his duty to the kingdom. He’ll have someone warming his chambers by tomorrow night.”

A surge of disbelief and betrayal coursed through me. The Queen's words cut deeper than any blade, and I struggled to comprehend the enormity of the situation. The love we had shared, the dreams we had woven together – all seemed to crumble into dust before my eyes.

"You underestimate the bond between a mother and her son," she continued, her voice dripping with malice. "He will move on, just as the kingdom will, once you are but a distant memory."

The reality of my impending exile and the Queen's ruthless intentions gripped my heart with a vice-like force. “He loves me.”

“He might, but he will certainly not once he learns you gave him up for a better life.”

“You would lie to him?”

A realization struck me like a lightning bolt – my love for Bucky had become a pawn in the Queen's game of power and control. She wielded it like a weapon, ready to sacrifice it for the sake of the kingdom's stability. 

My fight wasn't just against her disapproval; it was against the very foundations of a society that deemed love a threat.

“I’d be doing him a favor. He’s currently out on a mission? By the time he comes back, you’ll be long gone.”

Her cruel indifference stung like a thousand needles. I stood there, my world unraveling, as the reality of her manipulation settled in. 

A numbness crept over me, replacing the desperate fight with a resigned acceptance of my fate.

"Your Majesty," I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper, "I will leave at sunrise, as you command. But please, spare him the lie. Tell Bucky the truth about why I must go."

The Queen's cold gaze bore into mine, and for a moment, I glimpsed a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes. "You underestimate the power of a well-crafted narrative, my dear. Sometimes, a lie is more potent than the truth. It protects not just the kingdom but also the fragile hearts of those who must bear its burdens."

The truth, it seemed, was a luxury not meant for the likes of me.

She took everything from me that night. And although surviving in the cold, harsh world lying outside those walls almost killed me, it allowed me to protect the most important thing in my life.

My beautiful Becca.

#prince bucky #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x you #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky angst #james buchanan barnes #bucky x female reader #angsty

[moonfungers]

this is sort of random as hell but i can't help but think of like. a funger termina isekai fic. 💀 no but like. FEAR AND HUNGER IS THE WORST universe to be inside, really. it's all misery!!! pain!! suffering!! and i'm just picturing this like, regular person gets transported into the universe and just absolutely loses her shit bc she KNOWS, she KNOWS DAMN WELL exactly how she's screwed, far better than anyone else!! she's played the games dozens and dozens of times, died so many times, and now she's IN that setting, she's in that world, and death is now PERMANENT with REAL stakes. she knows the entire game like the back of her hand, but what does it matter, bc it's fear and hunger. there's only so much knowledge that can help you . .

in my head, in a lot of isekai fic and stuff, ocs tend to like, hide the fact that they know things? but i feel like a modern-day oc who gets transported into fear and hunger would be forced into a position where she has to be honest bc its the best chance of survival. this isn't a game where she can just follow the right steps, recruit the people, get them to do the things, this is now real and dangerous and terrifying, and she knows that she can't do it alone.

and i'm just picturing like. d1, she wakes up before everyone else, loses her shit, and then promptly refuses to let ANYONE leave the train. no no but like, also can you picture what im seeing, this woman just pacing back and forth frantically, very clearly losing it, and she's like "you fuckers are not going ANYWHERE, we are all traveling TOGETHER, bc you all do not understand how much danger we're in" and then the others are like, you know, the train just stopped, weird dream, they haven't even been to prehevil yet so they don't know how fucked up everything is over there, and now this random stranger is just losing her shit, they don't take her seriously bc honestly who would, and so she just. she just starts fucking putting them on blast

"o'saa i know you went into the dungeons and nasrah's with you" "pav you will SIT your motherfucking ass down, you do not stand a chance against the fucking kaiser and it isn't even the REAL one you fucking idiot"

"levi i know youre going thru like. withdrawal right now and its totally ok and we have a doctor here and i will get you some heroin if i need to but like please dont run off where i cant find you"

and just basically knows stuff she absolutely shouldn't know, and she's like "YOU GUYS GOTTA BELIEVE ME BC OTHERWISE WE WILL LITERALLY ALL DIE, DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND. there is only ONE way to guarantee us to live and im telling you this bc i know how screwed we are and i cant do it alone ive never even held a fucking weapon in my entire LIFE i just play video games at home-" and also how fucked up is it, that this isekai oc would know damn well that no matter what, someone has to die? like. you either kill everyone else and like get sulfurized/escape, you get moonscorched bc you run out of time, or someone has to become one with logic. aka to get the best "everyone lives" run, someone still needs to die

idk my brain just had this pop into my brain and won't let it go. it'd like, a cliche trope ofc, but i feel like in the context of fear and hunger, it'd be just so horrifying and awful and so WONDERFUL to read

bc its like, fear and hunger is a game series that we know damn well is a horrible like, UNIVERSE to be in, its depressing and awful for the characters who live in it, but can you imagine the ripe ANGST of having an isekai oc from our world go into it? they have our world as a reference point, in the way none of the other characters do, bc this is their world, they don't know anything else, how could they? but this isekai oc would just be so fucking-- innocent in the way the others aren't, bc she hasn't lived through the horrible F&H world and like, the dynamic there is so so interesting too bc all of the characters in termina, all of them on that train are AWARE or have been involved/done bad things, and this here is a character who hasn't, who hasn't seen blood or misery for her entire fucking LIFE. she'd be an "everyman" character by our standards, you know, but by their standards? she'd be such a fucking anomaly with the shit she says, the things she believes in. and also, you know, the fact she knows things about all of them and the situation they're in she has absolutely no right to know and its so SO interesting to think about, actually?? like genuinely losing my mind thinking about this rn

#fear and hunger termina #fear and hunger termina spoilers #rambles #funger #f&h #fear and hunger #my post #god i rambled so hard #if anyone has other thoughts on this idea please ramble too im kjfldsjfksd #I HAVE NO IDEA IF ANYONE WILL EVEN READ THIS #BUT RAAHHHHH

[anabetel35]

If you like Kuwei, whatever you do, just don’t think about how he probably grew up isolated from his peers because of his father’s status. How he probably took to reading because no one around him could spare a single second for him. How, when he and his father had to flee the country and were captured by the Fjerdans, he probably realized that what happened to him was a perfect backstory for a main character of some epic story. How, when he had to watch his father try to create a drug that could enslave and kill nearly all Grisha in the world, people just like the two of them, his biggest comfort came from the silly belief that at the end of his story, he too would have everything that he wanted — a family, a lover, a friend, just anyone who would finally care about him. Recognition. Joy. Love.

How, when his father died and he was left alone, a small, delusional, cruel part of him was almost sure that it was necessary for him to then be loved. How, when the Crows came for him, deep down, he fully expected them to be his new family. How, even when everyone was cold to him on the ship, he still tired to convince himself that it was because one of theirs was on the brink of death. How he dumbly tried to tell himself that they won’t actually turn him over to the merchant that wants him because they’re reasonable people. How he spent his days and nights in a cold tomb, pushing down the memories of his now dead father and his grim future, all alone, curled up in a corner.

How he had developed a crush on Jesper, bright, kind, warm Jesper, as if he could do anything else, and then had to watch helplessly as that ray of sunshine ignored him, as he got closer to the boy that had his face. How his skills and efforts were ignored just because what he might know seemed far more important to the people around him. How, not more than two days before the auction where his death would be faked, he got kissed by the man he began to adore and then was disliked for it by the only member of the team that actually tried to befriend him for a while.

How he had to stand tall in front of all the people, all those merchants, the royalty, the warriors, the guards, the farmers, the children, everyone, all the people who came to the Church of barter just to see who he’d be sold to. How he had to trust the six teens who only had qualms about killing him because he was worth a whole lot of money, with his life as different governments called out numbers that could feed the whole world for an entire lifetime. How the last thing that he could’ve seen before he died if the bullet that hit his chest missed his button even by a single hair, was the chaos ‘Brekker and his Crows’ started.

How, when he woke up, he barely had any time to calm down because one of the teens, the Drüskelle, was dead. How he now had to mourn him now, too, along with all that he lost. How, when he was laying down on the ship to pretend he’s dead, he realized that the people he saw as his saviors less than two months ago, and as the thing that he wanted more than life, didn’t care for him at all anymore. That they might even be happier if he died. How, as he neared the sea, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d let his one chance at happiness higher along the canal and that he was now destined for a life of despair.

How, when he arrived to the Little Palace, he wasn’t met with kindness or friendly faces. How he had to hide the fact that the thing he worked on day and night was the cure to a drug that his father had created, a drug that could’ve destroyed Grisha all around the world. How he was their only hope in the war against Fjerda. How he spent his nights awake dreaming of being a part of the family that the Crows clearly were. How he couldn’t seem to fit in anywhere he went.

Most importantly of all, don’t think about the fact that he’d been alone all his life.

#since no one else seems to be rambling about him I had to do it myself #but seriously why do we as the entirety of TWO fandoms sleep on this man so fucking much??? #he’s an amazing character we just didn’t get to see him a whole lot #but Zoya’s description of him (as snobbish as he is talented) should be enough to make us go feral about him #like yes he’s a little shit but 1) we love him for it and 2) so is Kaz and we love him too #and there is so much possible angst we can put him through??? #and the relationships he’s have with the other characters??? we’re robbing ourselves of the duo that would be Zoya and Kuwei #or Wylan and Kuwei or Nina and Kuwei or Inej and Kuwei or Tamar and Kuwei or— #also he’s one of the most lonely characters in the damn Grishaverse and yet we haven’t done anything with that #(I’m here if anyone else wants to scream about this fifteen years old traumatized inferno (possibly) orphan) #kuwei yul bo #kuwei my beloved #six of crows #grishaverse #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks #jesper fahey #crooked kingdom #kaz brekker #wesper #soc #ck #rule of wolves #king of scars #inej ghafa #nina zenik #matthias helvar #inferni #the grisha trilogy #grisha

[suzakisbbygirl]

hi my love <3

PLS FEED THE SACHIO STANS I BEG WE ARE SO HUNGRY!! STARVING!!

THE SACHIO STANS NEED TO BE FED AND IM HERE FOR IT

I hope you enjoy darling, ily!!

Sachio as a Boyfriend

Two words

HUSBAND. MATERIAL.

Man’s would treat you like royalty no doubt

Refuses to let you go anywhere alone

It’s a good thing you’re close with all of Housen, cause if he can’t be there, hes sending one of the others to be with you

Gets so worried when you are walking home

Always texts reminders for you to let him know that you got home safely

The literal cutest good morning and good night messages

Sends daily reminders to eat and drink lots of water, honestly just to take care of yourself in general

Very traditional when it comes to showing affection in public

He’s not against PDA, but its also not his most favorite thing

Always holding your hand at least, might leave a little kiss on your forehead while walking

He is so unbelievably in love with you

His eyes are for you and you only

And he makes that known to everyone around him

He could have someone else try to talk to him and he won't even look in their direction

Especially if he is already looking at you

Nothing could take his eyes off of you

Well, unless it’s something that is a threat to you, then he will calmly take care of what or whoever is making you uncomfortable and return with a small smile

If someone is making you uncomfortable, they don't stand a chance

Sachio wants you to be comfortable wherever you are, and he will do anything he can to make that happen

He isn’t the most talkative when others are around, but when it's just the two of you, he really lets his guard down

He shows a side of him that nobody else has seen

Everyone knows him as the serious leader of Housen, but for you he's a teddy bear

Slightly clingy, more so late at night or after a fight

He just wants to feel you close to him

When he cuddles you he holds you as close to him as he can

It keeps him grounded, and lets him know that you are safe

It also makes him feel like he can protect you from the harshness of the world

There is nothing he hates more than to see you upset

Whether its mad, or sad, it breaks his heart to see tears in your eyes

In those moments, he wants to go find whoever hurt you and punch their teeth out

But he also knows that those moments are when he needs to be by your side

He knows that sometimes you prefer space, but even in those times, he is waiting patiently for you to come to him, and will embrace you with open arms

He’s very rational and level headed, so I don't think there would be too much fighting between the two of you

Never fails to bring a smile to your face

So so so soft and gentle with you

Always wanting to take care of you, and take away your stress and worries

Not that he feels like he’s walking on egg shells around you, he just wants you to feel how much he loves you

He’s literally the man everyone dreams of being with

Nobody will love you as deeply as Sachio does

Little gifts here and there, but he prefers quality time

Just wants to be with you in the purest way

Sachio is a whole ass husband and I will stand by that forever

#high and low #high and low fluff #oya high fluff #h&l #high and low fanfiction #high and low scenarios #high and low imagines #high and low the worst #ueda sachio #sachio x reader #sachio headcanon #sachio fluff #udea sachio fluff #housen #the worst #h&l the worst #sachio x yn #bf sachio

[laceglovesamethystskies]

Mi Ancla

Hi!! This is just a short Javi Gutierrez fluffy drabble because I love him. Some use of Google Translate Spanish so it probably isn't perfect! Reader's gender/pronouns aren't mentioned so this fic is for everyone!!

Warnings: fear of swimming if you really squint?

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Perfect.

That was the one word echoing through your mind, louder than any thoughts, asserting that this moment - this man - is the closest thing to perfection you could ever dream of experiencing. 

Your fiance, Javi Gutierrez, is swimming in the brilliant topaz sea, his muscled arms cutting through the water with ease. He had begged you to join him (“amor, hace mucho calor hoy - ¡mira cómo el agua nos llama por nuestros nombres!”)  and you had agreed, asserting first that you’d lay out the cotton towels and picnic basket on the fine white sand. He has not ventured too far off shore as he normally would; as a less confident swimmer than Javi, he always makes sure to stay reasonably close to shore when you are with him. It was this that once inspired him to playfully dub you ‘mi ancla’, before peppering your face and jawline in a flurry of small kisses. Smiling softly now at the memory, you take a moment to admire the sight before you. Javi was now approaching the shoreline, no doubt returning to retrieve you for the swim he had been promised.  

His tanned skin glistening under the tropical Mallorcan sun as beads of seawater roll gently over his toned shoulders, Javi fixates on you. He flashes a cocky grin before sweeping his dripping dark curls back, and begins to jog over. The light and happiness that Javi exudes has always astounded you, never failing to brighten a room with his smile or to make menacing thunderclouds subside into pale blue skies simply by laughing. He is your light, your life - your anchor, just as much as you are his. Now standing right in front of you, you have the chance to take the wonder of him in, grinning as you do so. Offering a hand to pull you to your feet, no words are needed as Javi slightly raises his eyebrow and tips his head - he’s curious what has got you grinning like this. Not that he would object to whatever it was, not in a million years. It’s no secret that Javi worships you, placing your happiness above all else since the day you’d both met. Taking the hint, you explained, barely above a whisper: ‘you’re perfect. Was just taking it all in’. 

He lets out a small laugh of flattery, his broad chest briefly dipping and heaving and his beautiful dark eyes sparkling as their gaze pierces into yours. Taking your hand in his, Javi asserts in a low but gleeful tone - ‘no one can hope to seem perfect next to you, mi amor. All I can do is try to be enough for you’. Shaking your head in playful disapproval of his words, you wonder how anyone as wonderful as Javi could possibly see themselves as anything less than perfection. Descending together to the calmly crashing shoreline, you cannot help but have your gaze dragged to his side profile against the backdrop of the shining persimmon sun and the blended emerald greens of a forest far down the coast. You had grown more familiar with his features than your own, and you loved it; the strong arch of his nose, the laughter crinkles in the corners of his eyes, the gentle stubble adorning his jawline. Never had you dared hope to even meet a man like Javi, let alone be holding his hand, a sparkling ring on your finger that he’d spent hours choosing, here, together, now. It still overwhelms you, thinking of it like that, and so you swiftly blink back tears of exquisite happiness. As if acutely aware of every emotion you’re feeling, Javi gently tightens his grip on your hand, as you both finally meet the dampened sand and tranquil waves.

The water soon reaches waist height, and you both stop again at the point before the seabed dips, preparing to swim a little way out. It is pleasantly cooling, and greatly welcome on a sizzling July day such as this. The waves lap gently against Javi’s bronzed, toned torso, and you feel his hand carefully pulling you closer. He sweeps you until you are flush against his warm chest, and places soft yet tender kisses on your lips, jaw and shoulder. As his head dips down to your shoulder, resting in the crook of your neck, you run your fingers through the soft dark curls collected at the base of his neck. Sighing contentedly against your skin, you feel Javi smile before pulling himself back up to place a final kiss on your lips. 

Tipping his head indicatively towards the sea, he mutters through a lazy grin - ‘¿Listo, mi ancla?’.  You nod, powerless against the instinct to return the smile. ‘Estoy listo, mi ancla’.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #unbearable weight of massive talent #javi gutierrez fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal drabble

[eeveecryptid]

※ RESIDENT EVIL: WELCOME TO RACCOON CITY ( 2021 )

lines through the movie because - hello - i adore just how well done it was. feel free to adjust pronouns/phrasing if needed. May include nsfw material.

“s/he's here again. s/he was watching me.” “try and get back to sleep before (name) finds you in my bed.” “what are you doing out of bed, little girl/boy?” “s/he sleepwalks sometimes since our parents died.” “you're a good boy/girl for taking such care of your sister/brother/sibling.” “that must have been quite some dream.” “i almost shit my goddamn pants.” “if i knew you were gonna be screaming in your sleep, i would've left you at the side of the road.” “you know, one might have nightmares heading back into that shithole town.” “hey, why don't you just take a seat and leave the poor kid alone, huh, (name)?” “ten bucks says you can't shoot that off from here.” “twenty says i can knock the bottle without even looking.” “you snooze, you lose- it's (sender's name)'s sandwich now.” “i heard that you shot your partner in the ass during training.” “heard that your daddy, some big shot on the force, had to bail you out.” “what's the 'S' stand for? stupid?” “sooner they shut this whole town down, the better, as far as i'm concerned.” “we're nice people once you get to know us.” “s/he's only got eyes for the big fella, and I don't fancy your chances against him.” “you really shoot your own partner?” “still pining after (name), i see.” “never gonna happen, bro.” “i see you wax your chest now.” “after you ran away, (name) was the closest thing i had to family.” they raised me, put me through school, the academy-- they were there for me.” “where were you? i haven't even heard from you in five years.” “they've been trying to contain that shit, but the genie is out of the bottle now, and i don't think it's going back in.” “what kind of person can pick a lock like that?” “it's kind of impressive, but also, what the fuck?” “i'd never let anything hurt you.” “lock-pick the door behind you when you leave-- and don't touch the bike!” “what would the worst way to die be? to be swallowed whole by a snake or eaten alive by a great white shark?” “you're a freak, (name).” “i plan on dying peacefully in bed, snuggled in (name)'s big burly arms. “you said 'everyone into the briefing room,' so- here i am.” “i didn't mean you, you moron. not you, (name), everyone else. “what if someone wanders in and there's no-one behind the front desk? an old lady's looking for her cat or something.” “i'm sorry, (name), is that important? a new girlfriend?” “maybe you could take her out to eat at Planet Hollywood.” “they have a new one in Gatlin- oh, they got a great salad. little wine.” “maybe just take her back to your apartment, rent a movie at Blockbuster, get cozy on the couch, or put on some Journey.” “Steve Perry's voice, what it does to a woman's heart, huh? am i right?” “sounds like i might be getting laid.” “leaving, that's what they want. so they can destroy my life's work.” “it's okay, little girl/boy, because we've found you a new family.” “don't worry about your brother/sister, s/he'll be coming along as well, in due course.” “we would never separate the two of you.” “who are you gonna call? you're the police.” “i'm no medical expert, but i think that guy might just be beyond saving.” “congratulations, rookie, on the promotion.” “i'm sure your father would be incredibly proud that his pathetic specimen of a child is rising so quickly through the ranks.” “someone should confiscate that.” “the faster we find them, the faster we can get the fuck out of here.” “so you're (name)'s little sister/brother, huh? i didn't think the two of you spoke.” “my parents died in a car accident when i was eight.” “my brother and i grew up in an orphanage here.” “i ran away a long time ago.” “i had to learn to handle myself quickly.” “you're probably wondering what a guy like me is doing as a cop, right?” “oh yeah, no, he's fucking fine, yeah. who doesn't cough up a little blood on the floor when they're feeling sick? just a little cold.” “of course he's not fucking okay, man, look at him.” “you're no einstein, are you, buddy?” “get your shit together, or you're not gonna make it through the night.” “i just really want to get out of this town.” “i don't know who they are. i don't know, and i don't care.” “they're just some people with a vested interest in getting hold of whatever dirty secrets Umbrella are keeping down there and exposing them.” “come on, (name). don't look at me like that. it's just money, alright? and they have plenty of it.” “it was just a way of getting out of this . . . small town, dead-end life.” “you were just gonna leave us?” “we have to find (name 1) and (name 2) and tell them (name 3) is dead.” “come on, these are your friends!” “they bought you off, didn't they? they paid you to keep quiet about all the shit they were doing in here.” “now they've left you to rot in the gutter like the rest of us.” “don't be so damn naïve.” “you got some weird friends.” “(name 1) betrayed us, (name 2). s/he was gonna leave us here to die.” “we have to follow him/her, 'cause i think it's our only way out of here.” “this is my life's work. i'm not giving it to anybody.” “i'm not really offering you a choice here, pal.” “you didn't have to make it like this.” “what the hell is wrong with you?” “this is so fucked.” “jesus, (name), you and that fucking gun.” “i wouldn't have pulled the trigger, kid.” “did you really believe you could be part of my family?” “oh, such a sweet little soldier. such a loyal drone.” “how could you be so dumb when your sister/brother's so smart?” “i almost feel sad having to kill you. almost.” “i should have taken you and your sister/brother down to the lab. you would have made excellent specimens.” [ to an attacker ] “get. the fuck. away. from my brother/sister.” “this is really nice, but i think i broke some ribs.” “we got to get the fuck out of here, Umbrella is gonna level this place.” “trust me, i'm as surprised as you are, buddy.” “i should've listened to you a long time ago.” “i may have scratched the paint on your bike.” [ to a monster ] “hey! you ugly fuck!” “a rocket launcher? Found it in first class.” “i don't understand, i thought i was dead.” “what happened to my eyes? i can't see.” “it's a side effect, one of the things we had to do to bring you back. there will be others.”

#ask meme #resident evil rp meme #indie rp #inbox meme #rp meme #rp ask #rp ask meme #askbox meme #askbox starters #rp sentence meme #sentence starter meme #rp sentence starters #inbox memes #indie starters #rp inbox meme

[postwarlevi]

Dancing On My Own

Content: 2.2k words of letting go of false feelings when someone shows you true ones.

a/n- a product of sudden inspiration while listening to a song on repeat and my wifi going out. Yay :) Start with this version, end with this one!

Credit to @jayteacups for the divider!

Sliding into the corner booth, here you are again.

Another night. Another night of self loathing. Watching them dance with each other, watching the one you want, not dancing with you.

But it was never going to be you. It was in your head.

But that doesn't make it hurt less.

At one time you thought there was a chance. It seemed like it, anyway.

"Hey." You hear a soft voice just over the music.

Blinking you look over to see your friend slip into the booth next to you.

"What are you doing?" He asks, but really, he knows. He wants you to stop it.

You shrug and look back out and feel your heart hurt as you watch them share a tender moment right there in front of everyone.

"Don't do this to yourself." He begs. He can't stand it.

"I…" You trail off. "I'm done." You look away and lock eyes with Jean. "I'm done." You say more confidently.

He searches your eyes to be sure.

But it's true. This is the last time you are willing to let yourself feel this way.

"Wanna, get out of here then?" He asks gently, like he might scare you.

And he almost does. "I don't know if we should, together." You admit some doubt.

"Why? You think…you think something, that I would…" He can't even form a sentence to respond.

"I don't know what I think. I just know I could be better, and don't want to make you, make anyone…" You turn away in shame.

You trust him completely, but tonight you are emotional, and don't know if you trust yourself not to do something that could lead to something else.

Because if it can't be with the one you want, you might want it to be with someone.

"I wouldn't." He insists, trying not to be offended by your thoughts, knowing you're not thinking straight. "Come on."

He takes your arm and you let him lead you away, neither of you looking back.

It's not far to your destination, so you walk, the cool breeze making it a little easier to breathe.

"Jean." You say his name faintly.

"What?" You feel him tense against his will.

"Don't be mad." You ask of him, leaning further into him as you walk.

"I'm not." He promises.

And it's true. He's not, not really. He's mad that you're pining over some idiot who while has been kind to you has, lead you to believe there could be something more, only to drop a pile of bricks on that dream.

It's not their fault, they can't help who they love. But it hurts him to see you suffer.

Jean lets you go to unlock the front door so you can both stumble in.

Both of you have had a drink or two, you can't quite remember. But it hasn't been so bad that you couldn't make it back to his place, so you'll probably make decent decisions, you hope.

He gets you settled on his couch and pours a glass of water for you, watching you to make sure you drink the whole thing while he has a glass too.

"Thank you." You look up at him as you hand the glass back.

"You're okay." It isn't a question. You are okay, he'll make sure of that, just like always. "You'll stay here." He doesn't give you an option. He doesn't want you to be left alone.

You nod and lean back against the couch as Jean disappears, going to get you something to sleep in.

He returns and you stand without thinking you stand and start to strip right there and he respectfully turns around.

When you're done you reach out and touch his shoulder and he feels tingles down his spine at your light touch.

Turning to you, you both lock eyes. Jeans mouth parts but he doesn't know if now is the right time to tell you.

Then you make the decision for him and step forward. Dropping your daytime clothes on the couch, you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest.

He gulps. "I'm sorry." He says, smoothing your hair with one hand, the other going around you.

"I'm okay." Something finally clicked for you tonight. It's hard to say what, but you don't worry too much about that. After watching them together for another time your brain finally said, enough, and you agreed.

"I know what it's like." Jean starts, terrified.

You pull back but keep each other in hold.

"To watch someone you want to be with, want to be with someone else." He leaves this open. Please, don't freak out. He doesn't think you will, but maybe so.

"Oh. You mean, them." The other person, the one your person is dancing with. You know Jeans been watching them too.

But you are only confused when he shakes his head. "No. Not them." Maybe at one time, a long time ago, before you.

You raise an eyebrow, and suddenly gasp and pull back with realization, no more alcohol in your system.

"Jean." You put your hands up to you mouth.

You're so stupid. So, so, so…

"It's okay." He says to you, keeping his hands to himself as you work this out.

You shake your head and tears form.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew it. It's been there for a while. If your unreturned feelings would've stopped trying to take over, you would have seen what was right in front of you.

You collapse onto the couch, covering your eyes with your hands as you sob quietly.

Jean doesn't know if he should sit next to you. Are you crying because you're still emotional, or…?

"I don't want to make you feel like you're a second choice." You manage to say.

He's not. He never was. It's just terrible timing and your heart and mind playing tricks.

"I…won't feel that way." He says honestly as he eases onto the couch as far from you as possible.

He understands the way this works. You had no control over it. Neither does he. At some point he moved on faster than you had, and he isn't going to hold that against you.

Not even if it still doesn't end up how he wants it to.

"Can I, stay with you?" You ask with teary doe eyes. You don't want to be alone, and trust that no matter what you say or do, he will always respect your boundaries.

Jean thinks. This could mean a lot of things, but at least you want to be with him.

He nods and stands up, holding out a hand to help you up as well.

A few minutes later he's undressed as well and you're both under his bedsheets, laying on your backs, heads on separate pillows. For the first time, it feels a little tense.

"Come here." You instruct him closer to you, because you don't know if you can move.

He stays stationary, except for turning his head towards you, which makes you do the same.

"You're too far away." You tell him, reaching out.

He allows your hand to find his and lets your fingers intertwine.

"I told you, I'm not gonna do anything." He reminds you.

"Do you, want to?" You question, heart speeding up.

"Tomorrow." He answers, eyes never leaving yours. Even in the darkness you can see his honey colored irises on you.

He wants to make sure you will still feel the same in the morning.

Without warning you've pushed yourself up and are hovering over him, making his eyes widen.

"You're not a second choice." You remind him, voice almost harsh.

He gives a slight nod. "I know." With his free hand he lightly touches your cheek.

"What if I want you to kiss me?" You push further. You're in your right mind. You're sure of it.

"Tomorrow." He repeats, moving his hand to your collarbone, preventing you from leaning in.

Neither of you budge as you continue to assess the situation and your muscles finally become weak from holding yourself up.

You take your hand back and Jean lowers the one on your chest and you heave yourself back to your own side.

"You better, better kiss me tomorrow." Your voice wavers.

Jean looks over to you again. "I will. If that's what you want." He promises. It's taken everything he has to not press his lips to yours tonight.

You turn away from him and he can tell you're back to overthinking, your breathing never steady.

But at least now you're thinking of him. And tomorrow.

He finally does as you asked of him before and scoots closer, putting an arm around you. It's not the first time he's held you while you've slept, so this doesn't necessarily feel like breaking the rules.

You sigh contently and he can feel you settle.

You put your arm on top of his, running your fingers across his skin multiple times.

You want to tell him he will always be our first choice. But you're angry with yourself for not seeing it sooner.

But in a lifetime where it is very possible to fall in love more than once, that doesn't mean you loved either person any less.

It's an interesting sleep, full of both dreams and what feel like nightmares, but you are pulled out of them when you feel a gentle tug around your middle, and a soft "you're okay" before falling back to sleep.

In the morning you are alone in the bed and sit up slowly.

Your head hurts but it is not from any drink or the response to closing a chapter in your life.

All your mind can and has been thinking of is Jean, and you think you physically ache now that he is not with you.

You make your way to the bathroom and take a moment, wiping your face with a cool rag before going to find Jean in the kitchen, making breakfast.

It's something he always does for you, and yet it feels different.

You've been wandering so quiet he hasn't heard you come in. Partly due to the soft playing music he's put on to hum along to and make sure doesn't disturb your slumber.

"Morning." You say softly so as not to startle him as you come to stand beside him.

He smiles and looks at you. "Morning. Sleep okay?" He hopes you did a little besides tossing and turning.

You shrug. "I think I will from now on." It feels like you will.

You look up at him expectantly but he looks away, flipping the pancakes once more.

"Almost done." He says proudly. Ready just as you woke up.

You frown. "You promised." You whisper.

After another minute he shuts the stove off and plates breakfast for you both.

"What are you doing?" He chuckles as he turns to put the spatula in the sink but you block him.

"Dance with me." There's a song playing now that makes you want to. More than any time in a long while.

He smiles and flings the spatula into the sink and puts his arms around you, leading you a couple feet from the hot stove.

Finally with his arms around you, you think your headache lessens.

"Look at you, dancing." He's happy you are, and that it's with him.

The music is upbeat but you move slow together, and that's fine with both of you.

"I was always going to." Even if it was on your own. But, you like this option just as much.

Jean squeezes your sides. He never doubted that for a second. Even if it's taken you longer than he would have liked.

The way he beams down at you, like you will always be his first choice. You don't want it to end.

Your hands move up his arms, his neck, to hold his cheeks, and you stop moving.

"You promised." You say as you pull him down closer to you. "And I want you to kiss me."

And then your headache is replaced by butterflies in your stomach as he complies with your orders and your lips finally meet.

You thank your lucky stars that he doesn't hold it against you for taking longer to realize it's supposed to be him and you forever.

Whatever those other feelings were, as real as they felt, it was some sort of false attraction. But you're no longer upset that they got in the way, because at least, here you are now.

"Breakfast. Don't want it to get cold." Jean says against your lips, trying to catch his breath.

You smile and lean in for a few more pecks.

"Be careful there, I might expect this every morning." You say as you release him and take your plate to sit at the table.

Jean watches you, sitting there in his clothes, at his kitchen table, eating the food he prepared.

Oh, you have no idea. "That won't be a problem." He says as he sits down across from you.

Because nothing will ever be just his anymore, but yours, too.

#attack on titan #aot #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #jean x reader #jean x gender neutral reader #jean kirschtein x reader #gender neutral reader #hurt/comfort #i think #modern aot #modern au #happy ending #robyn #dancing on my own #friends to lovers #because with jean that is the only way #shingeki no kyojin

[whenthechickencry]

Umineko EP8. Replay Part 1

The episode starts with Battler handing Ange the key and telling her that she is the only one that can decide how to use it.... which at least shows that he INTENDS for her to make a choice for herself but I can't really blame Ange for feeling like she was being forced into someone else's answer either.

Of course, it's not like it's exactly farfetched that he wants his younger sister to stop being stuck in suicidal survivor's guilt, he's trying to guide her to the answer he wants without forcing her as much as possible.

It's still a lot to ask of Ange to just take everything that Battler is going to show her at face value, especially after what she just saw like 5 minutes ago, though.

Everyone recounting how this is "the first time the 5 cousins were together" is a little sad since that means in reality that could never happen....

God, I fucking hate the uwufication of Kinzo in this episode, lol. Yes I get it. I get what Battler's doing. But also I just can't stand Kinzo being remembered like this...

The notorious HAPPY HALLOWEEN sequence happens and Ange starts feeling more and more unsettled by this depiction... it is kind of sad how what a lot of people would consider "just a normal family" seems like an impossible dream for Ange, but I get her. Family for her doesn't really mean anything happy for most of her life... this, to her, probably doesn't really feel like someone trying to comfort her to help her be able to move on with her life but more like someone rewriting yours and a bunch of other traumas for their own ends.

I am really not surprised Ange ended up lashing out here.... yes, it is important for Ange to realize that her family aren't all awful evil greedy monsters but that her family were complicated people who had both good and bad parts.... but that doesn't mean the bad parts Ange saw were just fiction made on her head. Kinzo did abuse his children. Kinzo dd horrifying things to all the Beatrices. Telling her she was just imagining that makes it obvious she is going to fight against it.

Of course, this also isn't true at all... Battler is helping her deal with her own trauma and her own future in more positive ways by helping her remember all the good sides of her family. That she isn't really alone. Ange decides to step out of playing the Ange piece.

Aaaa, this is too sweet and makes me want to cry though... wouldn't be great if Sayo and Battler were actually able to talk like this? It didn't happen but just seeing it happen anyways makes me very happy.

Beatrice notices Ange's keys and realizes that Battler is playing a game with Ange. Beatrice is able to do magic in front of Ange, and yet she doesn't believe it.

Now Beatrice and Battler wish they could spend eternity forever, but they must close the catbox and hand the future to Ange...

Well... a bit of column A and a bit of column B, I guess, haha.

It's hard to not look at both Battler and Ange's point here... I can understand why Ange wants to reject and feels resentful towards this world and also why it's so important for Battler to convey his message. "The sin I left behind" The point isn't to erase everyone's wrongdoings but also to give them a chance to grow past them and let you understand them, even after they are dead and let Ange remember the other half of who these people were, memories that were deleted by many years of people only reminding her of the bad parts.

Ange starts talking about how Eva was nicer to her originally and eventually was meaner to her when she wouldn't stop asking about the truth, which she doesn't want to tell her due to her being the culprit.... that's such an impossible situation for either of them to navigate, isn't it? Leaving Ange with her family is not a real option, though, so it's hard to think what Eva is even supposed to do, even if the answer is definitely not taking care of a child that you are definitely not emotionally capable of taking care of.

Ange.... seeing that fragment in episode 7 is obviously making her even more desperate to prove Eva did it.

I can see a bit of Rudolf in how Ange deals with her flaws. Yes, she knows this is bad and self-destructive, but so what? It's similar to how Rudolf seems keenly aware of his flaws but ultimately, also, doesn't really ever even want to try to fix them. It's what they have decided is best for them, and how they have survived... but Ange will manage to break this cycle.

Uh, I don't think Eva would be too happy about having a daughter because then she wouldn't be able to launch tactical misogyny at Jessica but uh, the scenes here are cute anyways and I can totally believe Eva would rather raise a daughter than a boy if the situation wasn't like it was.

Beatrice is drunk and Battler notices haha.. it's nice to see Beatrice merrily drinking instead of the binge drinking before ending your life on EP4....

I can't help but feel some kind of sorrow from all these scenes of the family working together, it just feels a little bit sad that this couldn't happen in reality even if I also feel happy that it's happening at all.

Yeah....

Every conversation between Beatrice and Battler feels so precious, they talk about how they hope the real Ange is smiling and not the piece, how they can't force her to accept the truth, and how they need to clean up from their sins in creating the gameboard in the first place.... Ange's realizing she is letting a bunch of people outside the Ushiromiyas and Rokkenjima decide her opinion on her family.

Quiz time!! Quiz time!!! I love the quiz game section so I was curious about how the manga was going to do it when I first read it but it did do it brilliantly as well. We start with Kinzo's Christmas puzzle and he starts lamenting how people will forget that he used to be a fun grandpa because her memories will be overwritten by the mean Kinzo legends.... both of these are true though. Kinzo can be a fun grandpa while fucked up in other ways. I do remember a bunch of lines about how Kinzo didn't especially like Maria but I wouldn't be surprised if that too was something that got exaggerated because no one has a good image of Kinzo already. I started overthinking Hideyoshi's puzzle and checking which plants had seeds and which didn't and which is considered a fruit and vegetable, oops. Eva gives her South Pole puzzle

Should she have? Yes. But also it's kind of impossible to ask of her given the circumstances, that's what makes the situation so heartbreaking...

We get Gohda and Kumasawa's dessert-themed puzzles. they don't really get an extra scene, they start discussing how Ange's bright smiles were stolen by her future, but how ultimately the only one that can hatch her smile back is herself. They pray that she will be able to find her happiness.

Nanjo gives the kyuukyuu puzzle and Genji the candle puzzle, Genji talks about how he was saved from Taiwan and Battler chooses to not pry too much more which uh, guess Battler suspects Genji is in love with Kinzo if he doesn't want to pry, haha.

Natsuhi does her keyboard puzzle and Krauss. Natsuhi sees the bond between Eva and blood and says relationships matter more than blood, she realizes what she says and we get some perspective into Sayo and Natsuhi. Sayo fcking hated Natsuhi but as she saw the regret she carried in her heart she was able to stop hating her, as the real one to blame is Kinzo. Beatrice calls her mother one time. Beatrice does think forgetting your sin is an extremely grave sin, so I am comfortable saying Sayo ended up with some trajectory similar to this in actuality even if she still obviously holds some bitterness...

Kanon has the periodic table puzzle, Shannon is flavors, and their conversation is just depressing.... they start talking about ho the catbox is a wonderful place where all dreams ca be true before deciding that they{'d rather see their dreams outside the catbox and decide to duel each other.

Rosa is the gold-carrying puzzle and Maria the sheep and wolves one Beatrice Sakutarou and Maria have a discussion about how hard it is to believe in your own magic, but they believe that Ange will be able to do it, even if it will be hard on her. Kyrie has the puzzle with Satoko, Rika, and Miyoko,, and Rudolf uh does the same puzzle again but harder. Kyrie tells Eva to watch for Ange, and then Rudolf and Kyrie are alone and Rudolf reveals the baby swap and Rudolf says he is fine being killed for this, which he would kind of deserve, tbh,but... George and Jessica do fucking Monty Hall problem George and Jessica tell Ange to not let the truth in her hands be changed by what other people say which is... the opposite of the solution posited by the Monty Hall problem what the fuck guys. But the point is that she should remember what was true to her instead of letting her mind be changed by a bunch of people who have never even met any of these people. It{s easy to dismiss this entire sequence for Ange, and a first-time reader, as just a fantasy to make Ange feel better. But, is it not also true that if they knew of their deaths, and if they knew what the future was going to hold for Ange, that all of them would want what is best for her and try to alleviate her heart? Is that truth not also worth having Ange find out?

"The sin.... is to refuse to remember."

Ange goes to take a nap and Battler opens up the party for all the fantasy creatures, and you get a sense of how much the cast of this game has grown, lol.

Kinda bites with knowing what's going to happen, but I think even that is necessary for Ange to reach her truth, as well, so.... message still applies.

I am going to cry.

The description of Ange being locked in a room, separate from her entire family, where she can't go no matter what is a bit sad, too... Anyway Bernkastel guides her out the window and into her parents corpses. Comparing Beatrice's essay to Shannon in episode 2 compared to now is pretty interesting, as Gaap mentions, haha. It's nice that even if just in meta Sayo has managed to not have such distorted views about her body and love...

Meanwhile, Battler notices Ange isn't where she's supposed to be and starts freaking out. Bernkastel shows up and Battler soon realizes he's stuck co-authoring the tale with Bernkastel. Bernkastel is made to promise to release both Erika and Ange if you can solve her riddle.

Bernkastel is about to give her riddle, after a lot of talking from Battler about how they will be besties afterward, and we move to Ange seeing the corpses. "Was that fun just an illusion" asks Ange after seeing the empty hall...

I remembered this was what originally clued me in that the answer was children + parents, just a very sus description, lol.

Battler: It's because of Erika. I can't help but be suspicious when people are examining corpses. Hhahaha okay Battler, Erika gave you trust issues. Sh = K is confirmed in the game as well when they die, The rules are set up.

Bernkastel's flash game begins!

I forgot that in universe the one that solves the puzzle is Maria, haha, also Ange is here to get further traumatized and see her parents as murderers yet again. And then she is forced to hear hundreds of goats say awful things about her family as if she hadn't gone through enough.... whispers that won't stop for decades. The media caught on to plenty of dirt from Kyrie and Rudolf's past... but it's funny because it didn't matter who they dug for, they would have found dirt for everyone anyway. Ange's family is just the most 'fun' because Ange is alive so they can torture her for reactions and get 'new' content to draw enjoyment from if she ever reveals any details of anything... When Ange feels like she is about to be consumed by all the goats, Bernkastel and Erika come and save her. Obviously, they are using her and manipulating her for their ends, but you can certainly understand why she feels as if they are saving her once you realize she has had to deal with the goats for so long and they are giving her the opportunity to shut them the fuck up. Eva's choice to never reveal the truth gets reframed in this episode, she is creating endless theories of herself as the culprit and setting herself up for endless abuse, all in order to guarantee the truth that will hurt Ange so much will never come out....

Ange.... I really don't think you can blame her for how she feels during this episode.

Ange and Bernkastel have a conversation about holding on to a miracle vs finding the miracleless truth. Ange decides she's tired of other people hiding the truth from her so she's ready to face the truth even if it means giving up on a miracle. Bernkastel feels some bitterness about how Battler and Beatrice get to laugh and enjoy each other after their game.... once her game ended all that meant was she now had to deal with a bunch of trauma.

Bernkastel reminds Battler the game isn't over and the keys are in Ange's hands, not his. We cut to Bernkastel-Ange-Featherine in the study. Featherine and Bernkastel point out that the point of the key is for her to choose between something, and Bernkastel points out that even if he is respecting her decision there's obviously a choice he wants her to make, which helps Ange understand a bit more the unease she has been feeling. It's hard for me to not see the events of this episode as necessary for Ange... if she just went along with the trick ending just because that's the only perspective Battler gave her would she have really felt comfortable in that choice?

Erika is chronically addicted to being WRONG

The fact Ange is forced to play an actual 6-year-old also I think is like... it probably didn't help in Ange feeling manipulated and infantilized.

"I t wouldn't have been much longer before I was chased out of the gameboard with everything still vague and fuzzy," I think kind of points to what I was mentioning earlier - if Bernkastel hadn't intervened I doubt Ange would have felt satisfied with her answer.

#umineko #umiepisode8

[dent-de-leon]

Do you ever think about how DEVASTATED Molly would have been if he was still alive around the time of The King's Cage(Episode 69)?

Like, in the midst of battle his best friend, his soulmate, suddenly changes just like that? The others panicking over getting out of there and leaving her behind? How he would cry out for her as he's dragged out and she's closed in?

Like during the course of in between episodes, Molly would be quite snappy and emotional because he's missing Yasha, he's feeling more empty than ever. His solace being the dreams of memories he has with Yasha.

yES I think of this all the time it just breaks my whole heart ; ; Especially within the context of how Molly met Yasha in the first place!! Before she was Love to him, when Molly had never seen her before in his life--he still ran out to protect her as soon as he could.

The villagers look at her as a monster--the same way so many people only ever saw Molly as a devil, no matter how hard he tried to be good. An angry mob ready to tear her apart. She's a perfect stranger to Molly, someone he had no obligation to risk his own life for--but of course he does.

Of course he can't bear to just stand by and watch, not when Molly's biggest weakness is his bleeding heart. "This is my choir practice. I know what the others think, but the truth is...How do I put this...The world is harsh and cruel, and I don't seem to be able to just walk on by. You see a wrong? You fix it." And in the novel, he confesses that he has a particular soft spot for other lost, lonely souls who feel just as shattered and Empty as him, "That's not how we are, Lucien. We love broken things the most." He sees his own gutting grief and heartache reflected in Yasha, and he just can't bring himself to abandon her. Even though she seems set on walking this path alone.

Yasha and Mollymauk only ever meet because Molly refused to leave her. Not only did he come running to defend her, he also gave her a home--the very first place she could ever truly call home since losing Zuala. A family. Love. And the two of them stay together because Yasha cares enough to rescue him in turn. Despite the fact that he's always risking his own neck to save strangers, Molly really can't fathom anyone ever doing the same for him. He's entirely shocked to see Yasha there in the woods that night, never expected her to come chasing after him. To do everything she could to protect him. "We fix it. You're not doing this alone anymore, got it?"

Molly saved Yasha first. And in turn, she looked at this little tiefling and decided she wouldn't let anyone ever hurt him either. No matter what, no matter how cruel the world was to them--they'd always stay together.

If Mollymauk had been there that day when the Nein lost Yasha, if he had to leave her behind--I don't know how he'd bring himself to go through with it. Leaving her trapped under Obann's thrall would go against everything Molly and Yasha promised each other. I think the Nein really would have to drag him away, because Molly is someone who will sooner die before losing anyone else. He did die so that Beau and the others had even a chance at escape, and he literally tore himself apart to end Lucien and save the Mighty Nein once again.

If Molly managed to make it out with the rest of the Nein, I think it would have to be because they didn't give him any choice in the matter--

And Mollymauk more than anyone would understand what Yasha is going through; the prospect of everyone and everything you love being torn away by some nightmare from a past you can't even remember? Having control of your own body torn away from you, your free will and autonomy entirely gone? Having to just stand by and watch while something else manipulates you like a puppet, uses you to hurt all the people you love? It's all Mollymauk's worst fear, and I don't think he'd be able to live with himself if he lost Yasha like that, if he had to watch her succumb to the same cruel fate that always haunted him.

And yes, I can see Molly very much losing his happy, silly Circus Man demeanor the longer Yasha is away. Becoming more withdrawn and sullen, staying up at night whenever there's a storm--still always waiting for her, even though he knows she isn't coming home. And the thought of Molly holding onto fleeting dreams where he and Yasha are back at the circus again and everything is so much simpler and happier and carefree...my heart--

If anything, I think losing Yasha would also be the catalyst to send Mollymauk tumbling down Lucien's path. If he were ever to be tempted by the allure of godly power the Eyes offered, it would be when he loses someone he loves and would do anything to get back. Even make a deal with the devil. Even if it means taking a chance that Lucien's spirit could regain some kind of foothold and come back--

#I always wonder what would tempt molly to try and reach back out to the somnovem and actually channel the power of the eyes #like how c3 characters have experimented with connecting to their terrifying otherworldly powers out of desperation--delilah #predathos etc-- #this desire that lucien succumbed to so quickly when molly never wanted anything to do with it #but losing yasha? I think that would be the kind of thing to make all the power the Eyes promised worth considering--

[class1akids]

If you have seen the sneak peek of chapter 360 can you give us your opinion of what you think will happen? I was have read if he gets saved by the Big 3 (not sure if that’s true or just a theory) mainly I just wanted to get your take on the upcoming chapter! I have been following for a while and I love how you talk about each chapter!!

The whole chapter is out, as well as the summary, so if you are willing to spoil yourself, you can find out exactly what happens. I've also already written quite a lot about it - if you check my bnha 360 tag.

Last chapter, when fandom fell into despair, I said that I didn't believe this was the end of Bakugou's involvement in the fight (as the core of his character is never to give up) and that how HK handles what is coming is going to be an indication for me for the rest of the story.

The one thing I was adamantly against is rage!Deku come in, see the desperate state Kacchan is in and use that as emotional catalyst to beat Shigaraki.

Let me explain why I didn't want that:

"I'm sorry I said something so awful"

We had the Villain Hunt arc which concluded basically by saying that Deku can't do this alone, he needs to accept others, he needs to accept people with less power than him staking their lives out of their own free will to help him and trust that they can handle themselves. If Bakugou here had to be bailed out by Deku specifically, it would have proven right Deku's fears that the others can't keep up with him. You know the exact thing he even apologized for as an awful thing to say, because it also would have proven everyone right who ridiculed and stomped over quirkless Deku's dreams. The entire narrative question of the story about who can be a hero.

2. Wait but isn't it exactly what happened? Bakugou had to be saved...

Bakugou having to be saved by the team is not problematic - because that precisely shows both Bakugou's teamplay philosophy from back in JTA (I'll have your backs and when I'm in trouble you'll save me) and also how hero society has grown and changed since Ch 1 when the heroes stood around waiting for someone with the right power to save Bakugou (or you know nobody helping Tenko), while now they all work together to get him back.

3. "Control your heart"

I don't know if you have noticed, but since the endgame fight started, everyone who had a part in it so far got taunted by the villains, putting them face-to-face with their worst fears, guilts, inadequacies. And raising to the bait gets you beaten. All those words were wielded as weapons - targeting their hearts.

Shouto (whose new power required perfect concentration / meditative state) got told by Touya how he was their father's half-baked little puppet who will never amount to anything and kept being rejected by his brother.

Hawks was taunted for losing his wings / becoming worthless.

Endeavor got taunted by letting his sons fight each other, and when that didn't work, AFO pulled out the Touya's body card (and Endeavor went down when he lost his head).

Jirou and Tokoyami were called weak gnats

You get the pattern...

Which to me meant two things: (1) Bakugou needed to prove that he really faced and conquered his worst fears (that he's weak, not as great as everyone told, that he's the stepping stone for Deku, that he has no chance to become no. 1.) and is able to stand up mentally in face of those fears and continue to give his best (2) if everyone else needs to control their hearts and fears, Deku shouldn't (again) win by rage.

So the new chapter's direction feels really good to me, because Bakugou after that soul-crushing, brutal and absolutely humiliating beatdown is controlling his heart. He's focused, he hasn't lost his faith that a path to victory can be found, he hasn't lost his will to fight. A power-gap is not the end of the road, it means having to find other ways (like early Deku who could only keep up by quirk analysis, teamwork and creativity). We see Bakugou vulnerable and hurt - but he hasn't given up. How could he? That's who he is. That's his image of All Might - the one who never gives up, no matter how hard.

4. "But with his broken arms"

So this was one of the biggest problems last chapter - how can Bakugou keep fighting and contributing (even if he won't give up) when one of his arms are broken, essentially depriving him of half his quirk.

My response to this was that Deku was allowed to fight in such situation (most famously in the Muscular fight - where both his arms were broken, his 100% OFA hits shrugged off, yet he managed to keep on with his broken arms and somehow surpass his max).

So for Bakugou, there were 3 possible paths: (1) same as Muscular!Deku - getting to keep on fighting with a broken body (2) a quirk awakening removing the limitation of his quirk (3) finding an entirely different path to victory (such as a fight inside the vestige realm or a team strategy).

I feel like the way implied in the end of the chapter is a mix of everything. BJ will stitch up Bakugou's arm. He seems to have a quirk awakening that would allow him produce explosions from other body parts than just his palms, opening up more options for him. And he seems to have spotted a weakness to exploit in Shigaraki. And as far as I'm concerned - that's a good way to go - playing into all of Bakugou's arc.

5. "It doesn't matter, he can't win against Shigaraki. He's Deku's villain"

Again, to me this is not an issue. Bakugou can get a win / make a difference while simultaneously Deku can still have a lot left to done.

I don't know if you noticed, but none of the villains are done. Toga has the Twice clones up her sleeve, Dabi's chest is glowing, AFO is rewinding. I'm sure even if they beat ShigAFO, a new boss-form will come. And Deku's role in any case is about saving Shigaraki (giving rise to a possible conflict between Bakugou and Deku or alternatively, to showcase their relationship where Bakugou, the one who almost died at Shigaraki's hands will be the one to back Deku up, displaying his trust in Deku's way) so he can help them destroy AFO.

So I'm very optimistic with how this chapter played out. It's reinforcing the themes I want to see and it gives Bakugou to stand on his own feet to complete his own arc (that's the stage we are at). The resolution of the important bonds will come after - and I'm sure it will come. Bakugou and Deku will talk, will fight, will support and save each other. I'm sure of it. But this would have been the wrong time.

#c1a asks #bnha 360 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha manga leaks #c1a reads bnha #bnha meta #bakugou katsuki

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG 20 Background

So, I’m working on a story with @drabbleitout where Nesri was a tribute three years ago in order to help Triel rescue tributes from the arena. But some things went wrong, with one tribute (Ryker) getting killed, and another (Ives) becoming the victor and being trapped by the Capitol. Here are snippets of what happened during that Hunger Games. From Nesri’s POV. Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, @drabbleitout (thanks for Ives!), and @grailfish!

During Training

That Ives dude was in the sparring ring, working on a staff alone, so I sauntered over to the ring and grabbed my own staff. When he swung his, I caught it with my own, grinning at him. He just frowned back at me before moving away.

“Hey!” I called before he could walk away. “You wanna spar hand-to-hand? I mean, we’re in the same district. We might as well stick together.”

He still thought that this was gonna be a normal Games where all the tributes would die a terrible death, but Triel had a plan and wanted to get a lot of the tributes out. But of course, he had been a sad loner, not getting close to anyone, so I hadn’t had the chance to talk to him at all. But that was gonna change now. I knew that he was a Synthetic, and he acted like that made him so very different from everyone else, but I didn’t see why he thought that. He was a person.

He turned back to me, still frowning, and I grinned and tossed my staff aside. “C’mon. It’s a great de-stressor!”

He walked back and picked up my staff and put them both back neatly, and I wanted to snicker, but that would be too rude. He tilted his head at me. “Why do you care?”

I shrugged, rocking on the balls of my feet. “You’re a person. Why should I not care?”

He frowned, staring at me with that intense stare that honestly made my skin crawl, but I knew that he wasn’t doing it to make me uncomfortable. “Because I’m not a person. I’m an experiment.”

I shook my head and punched at his face, starting the spar. But of course, he just easily dodged. “You’re a person. I’ve already seen you learning and changing, and I can tell that you care. You’re more of a person than some humans are.” I snorted and kicked at his legs, but he still dodged. Damn it! That was my normal strategy!

He just frowned deeper and punched at my stomach, but I could tell he was holding back as I dodged. Ugh. “I’m a machine.”

“Doesn’t make you any less of a person.” I dodged another punch, watching him carefully to assess body language. “You don’t want to kill anyone, do you?”

He grimaced, the first real emotion I saw on his face. “I’m built to destroy high-grade military weapons. I don’t want to kill innocent children.”

I nodded and moved in close so I could talk quieter. I had to focus to dodge, but I could still speak! “My employer is actually planning on having an escape from the arena. I’m her person on the inside. You don’t have to kill anyone. You can help us save more tributes.”

His eyes widened, and he froze, and I took the opportunity to tackle him to the ground and pin him. He stared up at me. “Really? There’s a chance to escape?”

I nodded and grinned. “My employer is very good. I have all the faith in her.” I hesitated and snickered. “And damn, you’re attractive, Steelheart. We’ll both be flirting with you.” I winked at him as he stared at me with wide eyes.

He didn’t speak again. I seemed to have made him speechless. So, I just let him up and patted him on the back before leaving to go recruit some other tributes.

*

I knew this was a dream. It was back in the Shades’ headquarters, away from anyone else. I had had my magic for years now, and Churi had taken special interest in me by now. I squeezed my eyes shut against the sterile white room, where Churi would come in soon.

And sure enough, the door opened, and I opened my eyes to see him standing there with a grin twisting his face. I glared at him and rushed him, to see if I could change anything, but he just grabbed me by the wrists and kicked me in the stomach, sending me flying back into the wall.

He laughed. “I heard you tried to escape again today. You know what happens to rebellious children.”

I screamed at him and tried to run past him, but he just caught me and pinned me to the wall with my back to him. And…and there was the knife. I squeezed my eyes shut as I started to cry. “Please. Please don’t do this.”

He just laughed and slashed at my back over and over, and I screamed and sobbed and begged, but that just made him laugh more. “You’re mine, Nesri. I made you into the weapon you are now, and you can never escape my grasp. Never!”

I woke up screaming and crying. As usual. But Triel wasn’t around to comfort, so I just curled up and held my head as I started to hyperventilate. My scars seemed to throb as I remembered that day. The day Churi had truly branded me. The jagged scar on my chest formed the word monster, and I could never get rid of it.

The door to my room opened, and I looked up, flinching. Was Churi coming to get me now? But…it was just Ives. I quickly looked away from him, trying to stop, but I was still hyperventilating and crying. He…he couldn’t see me like this.

He walked in and sat down on the bed but far enough away that he wasn’t smothering me. I looked up at him, but I couldn’t do anything but hyperventilate. “Could you breathe with me?” he whispered. “Try to time your breaths with mine.” He breathed in slowly, and it took me a bit, but I followed his lead. He breathed in and out slowly until I could on my own without a guide. He looked down, away from me. “Did you have a nightmare?”

I nodded, unable to lie to him and try to make it seem like it was no big deal. “Yes, it was about my past.”

He watched me for a while. “Do you want to talk about it? I noticed the scars on your arms.”

I flinched a little and looked away from him. “You’ve asked why the Capitol is so evil. And you’ve probably already seen why because of the Games, but they also steal children and hand them over to the Shades, and the Shades torture the children and give them magic. The magic’s really cool, but the torture to get it is damaging. I…I was able to escape. But there are so many kids still getting hurt. And I know I’m broken, but I’m trying. I can’t…I can’t let anyone see this. But you saw, and I’m sorry.”

He frowned. “What are you apologizing for? It isn’t shameful to have a nightmare.” He paused and said quieter, “Or a hard past.”

I sniffled and furiously wiped at my eyes. “I’m supposed to be the one who isn’t scared of anything. Who will fight anyone. But honestly, I’m fucking terrified of going back to the way things were before Triel found me and saved me. But I can fight. I promise. I’m not a burden.”

He blinked and hesitantly moved closer, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I let him, leaning against him, and damn, platonically, he was solid and steady and very comforting. I relaxed against him, and he held me tighter. “You are certainly not a burden. You’re strong and beat me in sparring today.” There was a ghost of a smile on his lips. “And you’re helping to escape the arena. I’ll protect you from them, don’t worry.”

I sniffled. “Thanks. But my job is to protect you.” I took a deep breath and sat up. “Thank you. The Capitol has fucked up so many people, but I’m gonna fight back, and they’ll be surprised.” I smiled crookedly and punched him lightly on the shoulder. “See you in the arena.”

He watched me carefully for a bit more before he stood up. “See you in the arena. Be safe.” He nodded at me and patted my shoulder before he left. I just stared after him. He hadn’t treated me any differently. I didn’t have to worry about showing weakness around him, at least.

*

The Games had finally finished, and Triel, Shine, and the rest of the tributes we had rescued were hiding in an apartment to be safe from the Capitol. But some of them hadn’t escaped.

I stared at the tv and snarled when Caesar showed up. I threw a piece of popcorn right between his white, perfect teeth. Triel laughed and caressed my cheek as I leaned back against her. Shine was asleep on her other side. They had worked hard today, so they needed rest. Probably had done some all-nighters for a few nights now.

Triel wrapped an arm around my shoulders as I stared at Ives. He had stayed behind to protect us. They had dressed him up like a doll. He looked fucking ridiculous. And the woman beside him. Duras. She talked for him, pretending like this victory was hers. The bastard.

Triel glanced over at me. “I know what I want to do, but you were there when he insisted. Do you want to rescue him?”

I stared long at the screen. I wanted to. With all my being. I knew how it was to be at the mercy of the Capitol’s whims. Even if I had just experienced Churi and the Shades. But… “He wanted us to leave him. He begged me to not come back for him. And Shine is exhausted. We don’t have the resources to rescue him right now. And Churi is looking for me. It’ll put everyone in danger if we rescue him.” I grimaced. “It makes sense to honor his wishes, at least for now.”

Triel nodded and kissed my cheek. My cheeks burned as she smirked. “Okay. But later?”

I nodded. “I won’t abandon him to that. We probably should make even better plans next time though.”

Triel grinned. “You know me. I’ll have the best plan as soon as possible. We won’t leave him. I promise.”

#writeblr hunger games #whg #writeblr #bring me that horizon

[kiasfabexistence]

Kanthony (mostly Anthony) breakdown of Episode 5: Trying to be the Viscount when I just want to be Kanthony (part 1/2)

Anthony this whole episode is trying to be the Viscount, playing the role, doing his duty, all rationality no emotion yada yada. He sums this up in ep 6 with his conversation to Edwina “we don’t have a choice” “our roles aligned” but we’ll talk about that episode in more depth later. But that menace to society and love of his life Kate keeps fucking up the plan! We’re going to track the build up of this episode from Anthony’s perspective here (and a lil of Kate’s) that basically culminates in his admission that Kate is the reason the wedding couldn’t continue. We have 6 Kanthony scenes in this episode folks, so let’s get started:

Scene 1: daydreams & meeting with queens

Here’s where it all begins. This scene is important for a couple of reasons. First this scene is from Kate’s POV and we see her flashbacks in the hallway and her trying to compose herself. Then when she’s sitting down with everyone else and he looks at her, she has ANOTHER flashback just from looking at him. Right in front of the queen, Edwina, momma Sharma and Lady D!! In front of everybody’s salad. Yikes. And they are both visibly nervous, Anthony practically kneading his hands together fiddling with his ancestral ring (hello, does DUTY call?) and Kate being a pile of jitters like that guy from season 1 smallville. And also, per usual can’t keep their eyes off each other. Which tells us that not only can they alone see the other’s nerves and strain. Once again they see and understand the one when no one else does. Secondly, our love birds don’t do much talking and not at all to each other than their greeting in the hallway. Everything that’s happening here, like in many of their scenes, is unspoken. Only decipherable with the right context. It’s scenes like this where it makes sense that Edwina and others didn’t see this coming. A lot of Kanthony getting close either psychologically or physically is when they are alone. Other times where they are speaking volumes without words or thinking of each other, others aren’t privy to because only have partial information or aren’t paying close attention and usually it’s both. Kanthony doesn’t even consciously realize just how much they mirror in each in different ways yet. And speaking of mirrors (Is there a mirror in this scene? I’ve been wanting to do a mirror count but haven’t gotten to it yet)

Since one of our themes was mirrors this season, let’s assume that Anthony was mirroring more than Kate’s nerves here. Anthony may be a little late because he just had to compose HIMSELF after having flashbacks of Kate. When he looks at her during the meeting/tea time he’s imaging how close he was to feeling her lips against his. How he could hardly stand the sight of how beautiful she looks today and every day. Will this awe of her ever lessen? It seems ridiculous that she takes his breath away every time he sees her. Surely this couldn’t be healthy for a person. It probably hits him here, the irony of it all. How he wanted to find a wife this season and stumbled upon the perfect diamond, a woman who was pleasant and amiable, someone who checked all of his boxes and they had the blessing of the queen. He should be content. Except Kate. SHE was the only one with whom he’d truly felt contentment with in the past decade. She checked nearly none of his boxes in the list that he created with logic and reason and yet checked all the boxes on the list of his heart, his desires, his secret dreams. If Kate and Edwina could somehow trade places, he would have sworn he had died and arrived in heaven.

But that could never be. He, the Viscount had decided on what this marriage would and would not consist of and if there was a chance that what Daphne had said was right, Kate would not do. Love. He was resolute that he would not allow that. Until he looked at her. Into those beautiful, clear doe eyes of hers. Until he caught the scent of her as she passed. Until he thought about the feel of her hand on his. Keeping his eyes away from her was a nearly impossible feat. In this scene Anthony is feeling it acutely. How wrong and impossible this all is. But he’s had many years of pushing feeling down and allowing the Viscount to take over. It’s second nature to him now. He’s the Viscount in this scene but you can see how Kate’s wearing him down.

2: ring the alarm baby

Our second scene is a classic Kanthony with Brooks boy twist. Our star crossed lovers are nearly alone and seeing as Brooks is having an open love affair with the tea and cakes one can infer that they are actually alone. Not that having more people in the room would change anything really, as we’ve established in the last scene. When Kanthony are together, even if you’re at the alter getting marriied to HER SISTER, all senses are trained on Kanthony. I don’t make the rules here people. It is what it is. Anyhoo. There was a great analysis somewhere that I will find at some point talking about how Anthony HAS to engage with Kate when he’s around her, and you can see definitely see that here. He’s sort of pacing, jaw clenched, trying his fucking hardest not to look at her, and seems to be internally fighting with himself. Context matters here and last time they were alone… well we all saw what happened and like us, they can’t stop thinking about it either. Kate does a good job of being up front about it. She wants to address it but Anthony is still in Viscount mode except for the one slip of the life raft he throws at them both “would being married be the outcome you desire”. But they’re doing their usual “ily but you annoy me and I can’t be with you bc of obvious and some not obvious reasons” back and forth banter until they are interrupted by cake boy Brooks and whatever he was saying about gloves and rings and spans. Interesting note how quickly they both object to the ring sizing. It’s an awkward situation they don’t want to be in precisely because deep down deep, they know it’s the situation they desperately want.

The scene does a clear shift once the ring is on its rightful owner. I’m surprised a harpist didn’t suddenly appear in the corner and start playing honestly. You can see how Anthony is just completely overcome. As his eyes travel up her body, the Viscount leaves, runs off never to be seen again (at least until his fiancée and other people come lmao). It’s just Kate and Anthony here, having another moment which in hindsight, always scares them both and leaves them wanting more. In the moment however, they simply choose to be in the moment. They pull vulnerability and gentleness from each other and are always helpless to resist it. Right before Anthony takes her hand you can see it all click for him. He can’t deny it anymore. Daphne was right because this feels RIGHT. Anthony feels like his life was leading to this moment with this woman. She is meant to be his wife. He is hers and always will be. All of this is what he’s feeling as he holds her hand. The Viscount never stands a chance when in Kate’s presence, which after a decade of being suffocated by the role, is exactly what Anthony needs. She is his breath of fresh air and this moment is where it all becomes clear to him. He dons the mask back quickly however and hates how it makes him feel.

3: hands off, hands on

this scene is the one that made me want to do this breakdown. I’ve always loved the overt parallel between this scene and the previous ring scene and in a season of mirrors and parallels galore, this is definitely in my top 3 and it’s not 2 or 3. I replied to someone who addressed this parallel briefly and then thought about it’s broader significance in the entire episode which lead us here. Basically the docks scene was meant to portray 1. How Anthony genuinely couldn’t stand the thought of another man touching her ungloved hand. At this point they’ve had hand to hand contact on at least 5 times and Anthony KNOWS how she makes him feel and he constantly thinks about how his mind goes blank whenever he touches her. My man letting DORSET?? touch her? Was never going to happen. And 2. He NEEDS to touch her again. To hold her hand like he did earlier. He doesn’t like to think about how RIGHT it felt to see his parent’s ring on her finger, to look at her and feel with no doubt that she was meant to be his, but for the life of him it was all that occupied his thoughts. And there she was, magnificent as ever, laughing and touching??? Dorset?? He would not stand for it.

Now I would be remiss if I didn’t point out that this level of intensity and jealousy is a consistent character trait of Anthony’s. There’s actually not a ton of parallels between Anthony and Kate and Anthony and Siena that I can think of which is a good thing in my opinion. They were both good for him in different ways and he learns more of who he is through both relationships. However the docks scene reminds me of the boxing scene in S1 when Siena was with the other guy and Anthony was eye fucking her and then literally fucking her. Anthony can be slightly obsessive and possessive at times which is another reason why I think he pushes away intimacy and love. Because he knows how he is subconsciously and how vulnerable that can make him in relationships and with himself tbh.

The comical parallel here is how he uses mansplaining again in order to touch Kate. Whereas in ep 4 he “showed Kate how to hold a gun” this time it’s “I question your nautical skills”. I like adding the “go get lemonade so I can sit with my girl” scene in ep 2 as well even though he wasn’t as conscious of his attraction to Kate then. This scene is another perfect example of having a ton of meaning even though our lovebirds don’t say much to each other. Our Viscount is in full force, but once again his body betrays him and we clearly see the cracks in the facade because of none other than the Bane called Kate.

I did this on my phone so sorry if formatting sucks

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[achtung-attitude]

2012. The world’s end was abruptly halted, with no one understanding how or why it had even begun. All-Kill witnessed it alongside everyone else, as time became strange. The sun itself streaked through the sky at alarming speed. Brushing shoulders with oblivion brought clarity to All-Kill. There was something he had to do, something he never dreamed of doing as a boy, but now he was a man of means. There was one last mission.

With the world returned to normal, he took his chance, forgoing his usual caution. It was a journey he had to make alone. Returning by secret channels to his homeland of North Korea.

Up there in the mountains, he made a new acquaintance. A wolf with a Stand, which to his surprise, was intent on following him. As perplexed as he was, he was charmed by the animal. 

“너 그냥 연인이 아니니? (Well, aren’t you just a sweetheart?)” he said, patting the wild beast between his ears. He whined in affirmation. Despite himself, All-Kill found he was looking forward to returning to LA and telling Sang-ok and T’onga about his strange new companion.

But upon reaching his destination, his good humor faded. The man and wolf found themselves on a certain plateau. There, pressed up against the mountainside, was a rickety old cottage. A traditional Korean hanok. It was falling apart. All-Kill sensed it beyond doubt. This was the place.

At the front door, All-Kill bid the wolf to remain outside, and he complied. The red eyes watched the human enter the worn down shack.

The walls had been knocked down inside, leaving only a single room, making the small space seem cavernous. What furniture there was old and covered in filth. No-one had cleaned this place in some time. At the window facing the mountain view, there sat an old man in a wheelchair. He had one arm and one leg, and was dressed in faded Northern military garb. He didn’t stir, staring out of the window.

“Pardon me,” All-Kill said, making his presence known.

The old soldier snapped from his daze and turned from the window, rolling his eyes towards All-Kill. His face was set in a bitter scowl, and he didn't say a word.

“I don’t expect you to remember me,” the younger man said, “it was a very long time ago. Allow me to make it clear.” Stepping closer to the dismembered soldier, he explained, “In 1966, you lost your arm and leg while in pursuit of a defenseless family attempting to escape across the border. While firing upon them, you stepped on a landmine, resulting in the loss of your limbs.”

The soldier stared.

“That family was, as you know, apprehended by the South Korean forces, and in exchange for no further escalation, the parents were sent back North, leaving the child behind.”

All-Kill’s shoes creaked on the old floorboards.

“You were the one to identify them. Because of you, that child was separated from his parents.”

He stood directly in front of the crippled soldier, staring down at him. “I never saw them again. It’s been 45 years. I don’t even know their names. Only the one they gave me. Because of you. And now that I am here, I am going to kill you. Have you anything to say before I do?”

The old soldier’s eyes flickered down, glancing at his visitor’s shoes. When he looked back up, there was no fear in his eyes. No plea for his life to be spared. His dry lips opened. In a raspy voice he said, “당신은 미국인처럼 말합니다. (You talk like an American.)”

BLACK KEYS appeared in All-Kill’s hand. He grabbed the old soldier by the collar, pulling him out of the wheelchair and plunged his Stand into his chest. A brief look of surprise came over the soldier’s face, and then he died, slumping against his killer.

All-Kill began breathing heavily, the corpse’s dead weight against him. After a moment, he shoved the body off him, letting it drop to the ground. As he stared at the limp form, his lips quivered.

Outside, the wolf jolts, startled by the sound of the front door bursting open. All-Kill had kicked it open, both hands preoccupied with dragging the soldier’s body by the arm over the stony ground. A panicked look plastered across his face, shuffling desperately to the edge of the plateau.

With a mighty swing, All-Kill hurled the corpse over the edge. The body flew a couple of meters before dropping and tumbling against the cliffside. All-Kill didn’t watch it descend. His whole body shook, until he could no longer contain himself.

“RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!”

He screamed until his voice gave out, his anguish echoing across the mountain. He had been a young boy once, but those days were over. Everything he had was taken from him before he even knew he had it. His home, his family, his country. He had nothing. He was no one. The old soldier made him see the truth,and since that day, it had left him hollow. Never since did he feel intense emotion, neither fear nor anger. Not until they came for him. Those women, whose efforts to take his life returned him to that time on the plateau…

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #achtung attitude #all-kill #yeon in #ch76

[ereardon]

The ATF Top 5. This was so hard! Get ready for a novel!

*Top 5 moments

-The Hat, the flannel and every time Peach wears it.

-Vee helps Jake quit smoking and all the soft moments connected to this storyline. E.g. Yoga and Thanksgiving phone call, taking a drunk Jake to her apartment.

-Jakes breakdown. The voicemails, the gift Vee opens down the line that is so personalised and her 😭

-“I need Jake.” After Peaches name is published. Peach let’s someone else take care of her.

-“I love you and that means something to me. So no, I don’t want you to follow me. I want you to live out your dreams. We'll be together. And when we can, we’ll settle in the same place. I promise I’m not going anywhere.” You smiled. “I’m yours, Jake Seresin.” Vee commits to a shared future that prioritises both of their goals.

*Top 5 quotes (I originally had 15 so this cull sucked)

Jake predicts the future

-He leaned in closer, his breath warm on your neck. “I’m going to make you so happy one day you won’t believe what you’ve been missing out on.” 

Jake’s Valentines speech

-“You’re beautiful, Victoria. So unbelievably intelligent and you inspire me and I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for months. I’ve never felt like this before and it fucking terrifies me, Vee.” Jake paused. You didn’t realize that you had been holding your breath. “You terrify me, in the best way possible. You challenge me and you push me to be a better man. I want to be the guy you think I can be, Victoria. If that means I have a fighting chance of being the guy for you.” “I want you to be mine, Victoria. I'm already yours.” 

Vee sleeps in the Jakes flannel.

-You’d never admit it to him, but you rolled onto your side and pulled the shirt in closer. And for a second, you closed your eyes and imagined that it was a tight embrace, Jake’s scent wafting through your nose, instead of the reality that you were going to sleep alone. 🥰

The fight after Jake says stupid shit.

“Why the fuck did you even come here?” you whispered. “The show is over. Fucking Oscar-worthy performance by the way. But look around.” You swung your hands out to either side. “There’s nobody here to convince. The curtain has drawn, Jake. The audience went the fuck home. Just like you should do. Because there’s nothing left here for you. You don’t give a shit about me and you never have. So why would you bother to stick around and pick up the pieces?”

Jake standing up for himself after Vee plans a future without Jake.

-Jake shook his head. “This isn’t about you not loving me, Victoria. This is about the fact that you don’t actually want me. Because if you did, you would have factored me in. If you really wanted to be with me, you would want more than a few months together. You’d want a lifetime.” 

*Top 5 smut

-Peach rides Jake. (There’s a hat on her head in my imagination 🤠)

-First time Jake eats Peach out.

He pulled you back against him, fingers gripping your waist. “Couldn’t help it, you’re so sexy. Knowing I’m the first guy who’s ever made you feel like that? Nothing has ever been so hot.” 

-Vee’s first blowie.

You grinned at him, slowly sliding off his lap onto the ground, kneeling in front of where he sat on the bed. Jake’s eyes grew three times their normal size as your small hands reached back up for his belt buckle. “I want a lesson in how to suck your cock.” 

He looked down at you as you pulled off, licking your lips, before taking him into your mouth again, this time a little deeper, wetting further along his shaft. “That’s it, honey,” he whispered. “Doing so good for me. Look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. Oh my God, you feel like Heaven.”

-First time at the cabin.

“It was never about fucking you, Peach. You deserve more than that. I’m going to make love to you.” 

“The moment I touched you, the moment I first kissed you?” He paused. “Everyone else ceased to exist from that moment on. There is nobody else and in my mind, there was nobody else before. It’s just a blank slate, and then you. Nothing before you mattered, and I’m positive that nothing after you could matter much either.”

-Reunion sex.

“Come on, baby, let me touch my pussy. Been dreaming about this for months.” 

OMG OK well first off I'm obsessed with this no one has ever sent a full rundown of favs from a completed series of mine before!

I'm going to run through the comments!

Top moments:

The hat omg that one was loved by many!

The stop smoking storyline really took on a life of its own and I love that it brought them together! That very first call over Thanksgiving break was the first time we saw Vee be soft with Jake and I feel like that was such a turning point for her.

Jake's breakdown, oh God. The voicemails ruin me.

I love that he was there for her when all the SA stuff went down with the professor

Jake's confessions of love scattered across those few middle paragraphs really sends me!

Top quotes:

Yes that quote from Jake while they're dancing at the formal really sets the stage doesn't it!!

HIS VALENTINE'S CONFESSION. It wrecked me. I actually had that speech plotted out from the very start!

Again, the flannel 😍

Vee's speech after the fight made me love her so much. "Fucking Oscar-worthy performance by the way. The curtain has drawn, Jake. The audience went the fuck home." That's totally something I would say in the heat of the moment in a fight tbh.

Ugh Jake being sad that she didn't factor him into her grad school decision.

THE SMUT:

How can I rank these lol? I just loved all of their firsts together. I loved how sweet and delicate and considerate he was with her! I especially loved this quote:

"The moment I touched you, the moment I first kissed you? Everyone else ceased to exist from that moment on. There is nobody else and in my mind, there was nobody else before. It's just a blank slate, and then you."

Thank you for reading and commenting and being so invested in Above The Fold!! Means the world and I'm glad I got to share this story with you!

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