#that he doesn't exist and anything that he had a hand in was a coincidence and he wasn't there
SV fic where Shen Yuan's status as a body-snatching entity is revealed before the Immortal Alliance Conference can happen.
Maybe the system suffers a glitch while some unforeseen side quest is active, and suddenly Shen Yuan's status is revealed and some of the other peak lords he's with seize the opportunity to exorcise his spirit and put Shen Jiu back in his place.
Shen Yuan has mixed feelings about this development, needless to say. On the one hand, it's kind of not actually that bad? He got caught out like a week away from the IAC and the necessary Abyss plotline, so at least like this, he's managed to give Luo Binghe a slightly better time on Qing Jing for the past few years and equip him more capably to survive the Abyss, but he also doesn't have to personally throw him down there. That's the silver lining.
On the other hand, everything else about this situation sucks! He got attached to his life as Shen Qingqiu, dammit! And now he's been revealed and branded as some kind of horrible demonic spirit thing, and he was rather painfully expelled (even though he wasn't even there willingly in the first place), and so he's been reduced to some a kind of sparkly ghost light hovering on the fringes of existence, highly susceptible to being harmed if any more righteous cultivators get it in their heads to disperse him!
Which is better than just being catapulted back into his rotting corpse in the other world, but not by as big of a margin as he'd like.
Basically, in terms of his ability to influence the world Shen Yuan has been downgraded back to "read only" status. He finds that he can manifest himself in places that he's already been, or around people he has a particular affinity towards, but they can't perceive him and he can't communicate or even do much more than some minor poltergeist type activity. Which he is cautious about anyway, because if he gets caught around Shen Jiu, Shen Jiu is going to disperse him with extra prejudice.
Unfortunately, nearly everything Shen Yuan cares about is in Shen Jiu's orbit.
So he can only watch, metaphorically gritting his teeth as the newly-restored Shen Qingqiu kicks Luo Binghe out of the bamboo house, burns all the bridges that Shen Yuan painstakingly rebuilt for him, refuses point blank to let Liu Qingge help with Without-a-Cure, resumes and even begins taking more frequent trips to the nearest brothels, and neglects his duties to turn into a paranoid wreck as if he half-expects Shen Yuan to steal his body back from him the next time he lets his guard down. Corporal punishment spikes back up on Qing Jing Peak.
Shen Yuan is surprised to hear the whispers of dissent, even so. A spirit possessing a righteous cultivator is a pretty damning incident, and there's no way that he could come out of it smelling like roses. And yet, even though his -- Shen Qingqiu's disciples know enough to be circumspect about saying anything of the sort, there are still murmurs and rumblings about how things used to run, not too long ago.
Ming Fan quiets any such talk as soon as he hears it. Ning Yingying scarcely seems to know how to respond to the situation, except to sometimes plaintively insist that she hadn't even noticed much change between Shen Qingqiu's at all. But Luo Binghe...
Well.
Whenever there are mutterings, it often seems as though Binghe is there. Nodding. Whispering. Carefully putting forth suggestions that others barely seem to recognize as suggestions. Shen Yuan only notices because he knows what Binghe's capable of when he decides to be manipulative, and even he finds himself wondering if it's not just a coincidence, something he's imagining, because Luo Binghe hasn't even blackened through his Abyss arc yet.
Even so, there he is, musing carefully on how strange it was that he's heard that Hong Jing hadn't identified any untoward presence in Shen Qingqiu before, how Shizun had never done anything bad to the peak despite all the claims that he'd supposedly been possessed by a malicious entity for years, and wasn't this new Shen Qingqiu acting much more suspicious? Much more malicious? Isn't is the new Shizun who jumps at shadows and talks to people who aren't there, and seems so uneasy in his own skin?
If one had to guess which version was an unstable monster possessing a human's body, and which was the righteous and noble peak lord... ah, well. It's just surprising, isn't it? Luo Binghe would of course never suggest that this new Shen Qingqiu was in actuality the being that had stolen someone else's place. He's surely never second guess the judgment of the peak lords, who claim to have let an interloper among them for YEARS in total ignorance. It's just something to think about.
Alas for Binghe, though a lot of the peak seems inclined to agree with him, he can't win over enough to inspire anything worse than discontent. The "new" Shen Qingqiu does behave a lot more like the one that most of the Qing Jing knew prior to his qi deviation, after all, and it's no mystery why Luo Binghe -- spurned former favorite, now back to being at the bottom of the pecking order -- would be unhappy with the change. Shen Yuan appreciates that this is at least doing a good job of setting up Luo Binghe's altered opinion on his shizun, and he's touched that he made a good enough impression for Binghe to be mad about the sudden regression, but he wishes he could tell Binghe that there's simply nothing to be done about it. That is the real Shen Qingqiu, and Binghe ought to concern himself more with the upcoming conference!
At least, despite being kicked out of the bamboo house, Luo Binghe managed to farm enough good opinion with some of the other disciples during his tenure as Favorite that he doesn't go back to sleeping in the woodshed. Without Shen Qingqiu expressly demanding it, no one would dare, just in case Luo Binghe might regain his status one day. There seems to be an awareness that "evil" Shizun would have made them run laps, but "good" Shizun would now probably whip them half to death in a fit of temper. No one wants to take chances.
Finally, the Immortal Alliance Conference rolls around. Shen Yuan can only watch and cheer Binghe on as best as he's able to, even knowing the probable outcome. And Binghe does so well! He fights bravely but also smartly. When Shen Qingqiu arrives, Binghe doesn't lose an ounce of his caution, though he does still nobly defend his master even though the good feelings between them have dried up. He correctly identifies Without-a-Cure's flare up and silently helps compensate for Shen Jiu's weakness, and sticks by him even though the Original Goods is hardly appreciative.
When the Abyss opens up, and Luo Binghe's demonic seal is broken, Shen Qingqiu seems almost relieved to have this information brought to light. He accuses Luo Binghe not only of orchestrating the invasion of demons at the conference, but of arranging fro Shen Jiu to be replaced too.
"Of course, for a demon like you, summoning some wicked force into this master's body would be easy!" he spits.
Luo Binghe looks bowled over by the accusation. But rather than defending himself, he latches onto it as if it might be some kind of lifeline.
"For a demon like this one... it would be possible?" he echoes.
Shen Jiu hurls more accusations. Of course it is. Luo Binghe is not just any demon, but the most powerful, dangerous, and destructive sort there is. Little is beyond the scope of a Heavenly Demon's power, or wretchedness. Luo Binghe must have uncovered his heritage and seen a convenient means of ridding himself of an inconvenient master. Wherever that horrid spirit is now, it's probably just waiting for the next chance to leap back in at Luo Binghe's call!
"Shizun's spirit... that spirit from before, it still exists?" Luo Binghe catches.
"As if you don't know. Beast. Even the sect leader could not destroy your minion completely," Shen Jiu sneers.
"And it would be within my abilities to put it back in your body. Instead of you."
"You won't get the chance."
Shen Jiu stabs Luo Binghe before throwing him into the Abyss. Binghe fights back, but he seems reluctant to injure his shizun, even now.
Shen Yuan supposes that such reluctance won't survive the Abyss. Still, it's emotional for him. That such a little kindness could cause Luo Binghe to hesitate, even at this point, it really speaks to the resilience of hope in Binghe's heart.
Shen Yuan's little ghost light almost follows him down. But the Abyss would be too dangerous for him, even as he is now. He'd be a little mote of spiritual energy, easily gobbled up by any number of creatures in that place, if he wasn't just swept up by the chaotic ambient energies themselves. So he can only stay behind and think some very colorful swear words in Shen Jiu's general direction, until the rift closes and leaves no trace of Luo Binghe behind, except for the shards of Zheng Yang.
The shards are left behind. Shen Yuan finds that he has a little bit of spiritual storage space. Just enough to maybe fit all of them, so he goes and painstakingly uses his limited powers to lift up each piece and drop it in. It takes him hours and hours, but luckily the clean-up of the whole disaster is something that will take months. No one seems inclined to go reclaim Luo Binghe's shattered blade or risk getting too close to the remnants of the rift, even closed. So, Shen Yuan manages.
The next few years prove difficult. Shen Yuan finds that it's hard to retain his presence in the world. His little spirit has dampened considerably, and few things seem to perk him back up. He has more troubles following anyone who isn't Shen Jiu now that Binghe is in the Abyss, and Shen Jiu is depressing as hell to spend time around. He's rotten with kids, sucks at teaching, he has no friends, his health is deteriorating, and Shen Yuan has no interest in seeing what he gets up to in the brothels.
But Binghe is definitely coming back, and Shen Yuan wants to see him again.
His patience is rewarded the first time he finds his consciousness drifting, only to snap back to awareness in a place that's not Qing Jing Peak. He instead finds that he's in an unfamiliar patch of wilderness along a river, watching as Luo Binghe fights a small pack of demonic beasts.
It's definitely not the Endless Abyss. Has it been five years already...? Shen Yuan hadn't thought so, but then again, he's not the best at keeping track of time in this state.
Luo Binghe defeats the beasts, but they land more hits and wound him worse than Shen Yuan would have anticipated. The wounds aren't healing as quick as they should either. Was Binghe poisoned? Or is this a remnant of Shen Yuan's own poor teaching, the clumsiness in sword practice he never totally managed to correct leading somehow to this?
He gets it when Qin Wanyue and several other Huan Hua cultivators show up, however, and Luo Binghe manages to play the righteous cultivator who just survived a harrowing battle role to the hilt. It takes him very little effort to get the Huan Hua disciples to take him back with them and help "patch him up", and soon enough Shen Yuan has front row seats to watch as Binghe ingratiates himself with the sect.
Mostly, Shen Yuan is just relieved to confirm that Binghe did indeed survive, and glad that he's out of the horrible Abyss and in a place where he can rest and eat decent meals and be fawned over by his well-deserved admirers. Though Luo Binghe seems colder even than Shen Yuan expected, especially in some places where a bit of charm would serve him better. He declines outright to address the Palace Master as "shizun", even though he accepts the offer to stay as a guest disciple at Huan Hua Palace, and he is abrupt and aloof towards both Qin Wanyue and the Little Palace Mistress, despite their obvious interest in him.
Binghe doesn't seem to sleep as soundly as he should either. At night he often brings out a dream stone, which Shen Yuan recognizes as an amplification tool from the novel, but it seems that whatever Binghe is trying to search for with it is beyond his reach. Sometimes Shen Yuan imagines he can hear his disciple's voice calling Shizun at night. But always, Binghe is asleep, and there's no one in Huan Hua Palace he has deigned to address like that anyway. It's a trick of his own imagination, missing the days when Luo Binghe could call out and he himself could answer.
Things go mostly according to the plot, with a few disruptions here and there. Luo Binghe seems to be lagging behind on the romantic subplots, but rushing ahead on the vendetta against his old teacher. The Trial of Shen Qingqiu takes place at Jinlan City, with demon instigators who work for Luo Binghe accusing the peak lord of colluding with demons and setting him up to seem like he was involved in the sower attack. Shen Yuan knows, from watching Binghe, that the sower thing was mostly taking advantage of an existing situation to frame Shen Qingqiu. Binghe himself didn't have anything to do with Jinlan's suffering, but is obviously not above using it to his advantage.
Combined with Qiu Haitang's testimony, Shen Qingqiu is arrested and locked up where Luo Binghe can torture and dismember him at will.
However, Binghe... doesn't do that?
Instead he swiftly relocates Shen Qingqiu to a prison in the demon realms, and seems to abandon his concerns with Huan Hua Palace and the righteous cultivation sects altogether. He just leaves them to fight it out amongst themselves, as if he's got no concern with who comes out on top, and in the meanwhile he keeps Shen Qingqiu locked up but surprisingly well-treated?
Despite Shen Qingqiu's obvious terror and vitriol towards him, Luo Binghe forces him to eat nutritious meals, and attends to his health problems, and makes no move to injure him at all. He has nothing good to say to Shen Jiu, but he doesn't hurt him. Yet there is something distinctly weird about the whole dynamic, not at all like someone who has decided to keep a prisoner under ethical conditions for moral reasons or something like that.
Shen Yuan's not sure what to make of it.
In the end, Shen Jiu himself illuminates the situation.
It happens after Shen Jiu has rejected food. Luo Binghe tuts and asks if Shen Jiu suspects it would be poisoned. Shen Jiu sneers at him.
"I know it isn't," he says. "You wouldn't poison this body. I know what you're after."
"Oh? Wise Master Shen figured out this much?" Binghe replies, dry as the fucking desert.
"You're keeping me in this condition because you want to put that thing back in my body!" Shen Jiu accuses.
It takes Shen Yuan a moment to realize that Shen Jiu is referring to him. That he thinks Luo Binghe is keeping him fit and healthy for Shen Yuan's sake.
Wouldn't that be going too far just for some old teacher who was nice?! Yes, he knows that he made an impact on Luo Binghe, but it wasn't hard! Shen Jiu set the bar at the earth's crust, clearing it hardly required the kind of effort or devotion that would inspire an entire elaborate scheme purely on Shen Yuan's behalf!
He can't believe it.
But, Binghe doesn't deny it.
In fact he smiles, his expression somehow conveying that Shen Jiu guessed perfectly correct, but also that there's no good it can do him. Binghe has never looked so much like a piece of PIDW fanart before, with some dark and potent rage simmering just beneath the veneer of his placid smile.
"Shizun should not be referred to so impolitely," Luo Binghe counters. "If anyone in this room is a thing, it is this usurper in front of me."
"Usurper?! In my own body? You're mad."
Binghe tuts.
Master Shen should understand that his claim is contested. After all, if one woman gives birth to a child but then casts it into a river to die, but another fishes the babe out and cradles it to her breast -- which woman deserves to be called that child's mother? Just because Shen Jiu was born into that body, doesn't mean he deserves it more than anyone else.
But even if he did, Luo Binghe wouldn't care. He would kill to get his Shizun back. This isn't really so different from that, is it? And there is no love lost between him and Shen Jiu to make him hesitate. If his Shizun disagrees, he may disciple Binghe as he sees fit once he returns.
Shen Jiu points out that Luo Binghe's machinations have ruined his reputation. Even if he gets that creature to possess his body again, there's no way that they could infiltrate Cang Qiong Sect a second time.
But Binghe waves off his concerns. He clearly has thought of this, and has plans for it, but is also not about to be stupid enough to monologue any more at Shen Jiu. Once he leaves, Shen Yuan lingers for a little while, and notices that Shen Jiu actually seems genuinely concerned about what might happen to the sect if Luo Binghe succeeds and gets Shen Yuan put back on Qing Jing Peak.
Of course, Shen Yuan knows he wouldn't actually do anything to harm Cang Qiong, but Shen Jiu doesn't. This is the first time Shen Yuan has seen him actually reveal shades of what might be called a noble impulse.
It's not much, but... sigh.
The thing is, Shen Yuan doesn't really want to steal anybody's body! No one consulted with him the first time it happened! And they sure aren't consulting with him now, either, although to be fair they can't. But he might just have enough ability as a little ghost light to stave off some of this whole process, and he's got to decide if he wants to try. Or if he'll let Binghe have his way, and succeed in pushing Shen Jiu back out and giving Shen Yuan his life again.
Because Binghe will definitely succeed if he really does try. That's how the world works.
And if he did... that might be the only way for Shen Yuan to get his life as Shen Qingqiu back. Which he does want, desperately! He misses it. He misses it both in the general sense of having a body at all, but also in the particular sense of all the things he managed to attain as Qing Jing Peak Lord. As Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Jiu, also, makes a very tempting sacrifice in all this. Shen Yuan frankly hates his guts. Maybe it could have been different, but the fact that Shen Yuan worked so hard to try and make that life better, only for Shen Jiu to just go right back to being an intractable asshole who, frankly, should never be in charge of children ever, rankles! He went right back to mistreating Luo Binghe as well, and threw him into the Abyss, and if Binghe's plan was to violently kill him again as revenge for that then Shen Yuan wouldn't fault him. He didn't fault him the first time. He wasn't going to fault him even when it seemed like he would be the one Binghe was destined to rip apart in justified vengeance.
This is different, though. Shen Yuan wants to fight for the life he longs to be living, especially now when the axe of the Abyss is no longer hanging over him.
But is he willing to actually become the thing everyone else decided he was in order to get it? A body-snatching, malicious spirit?
Shen Jiu is horribly unsuited to his life as Shen Qingqiu. But, it is still his life. Shen Yuan really just managed to borrow it for a while.
Deep down he knows that, even if he would like to ignore it.
So when Binghe finally sets up the ceremony, and Shen Yuan's soul is called back into Shen Qingqiu's body, he hesitates. Shen Jiu is poised like a snarling, wounded animal within the confines of his own body. Even the gentlest tap would knock him back out again. Shen Yuan gets the sense that the system is also there, just waiting and even eager for him to do it. Take back the body, resume whatever quests or directives are waiting for him there.
Shen Yuan, even as fragile as his own spirit is, could crush Shen Jiu's battered soul to dust.
Instead he withdraws.
Binghe tries the ritual again, and again, and each time Shen Yuan feels stronger. But it doesn't matter, because he doesn't want to be an evil body-stealing parasite! He wishes he could just tell Binghe to stop wasting valuable resources on this, especially when Binghe could be focusing on other, more important things! Like building up happy relationships or consolidating his rule of the demon realms or establishing an actual strong foothold in the human world, or something!
Somehow, Shen Jiu figures this out before Luo Binghe does. Of course, he conveys the information in the worst way possible, snidely wondering what Luo Binghe did to alienate "that creature" he's trying so hard to resurrect so badly that it will refuse even the open, glowing invitation he keeps writing for it!
Excuse you, you miserable old man, Shen Yuan isn't avoiding Binghe! He is facing a very difficult moral dilemma and handling it LIKE A CHAMP! Fuck you!
Unfortunately, even though Shen Jiu has decided that Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan were in cahoots about the first body snatch, Luo Binghe knows that they weren't. He also doesn't know that his old Shizun knew full well that he was a Heavenly Demon the whole time. So now he has a lot of doubts to wrestle with, especially give that, despite the consensus of the rest of the world, Luo Binghe is not convinced that Shen Yuan actually is some kind of demonic spirit.
Maybe he's a good spirit that has rejected Binghe for his wretched blood?
But Shizun always said that things like that didn't matter!
So... maybe it's not his blood. Maybe Binghe's actions are what has caused Shizun to forsake him. All the terrible things he did to survive the Abyss, and the machinations afterwards, framing Shen Qingqiu and imprisoning him, setting himself up as a demonic ruler... all of that.
Binghe entreats his Shizun to forgive him. Or even if he won't forgive him, to still come back. Binghe will... stay away, if that's what Shizun wants. Just so long as Shizun is alive, is somewhere in the world, safe and happy, then... then...
He can't quite get through lying to claim that it would be enough. But it would be better than the current situation, so he tries.
Shen Yuan, luckily, has been juiced up enough from all the failed summoning rituals that later that night, he finally recognizes the little whisper-calls as echoes of Luo Binghe's dreams. And he's strong enough to follow the invitations! He goes to visit Binghe in his dreams, and reassures him that he's not trying to reject him at all. He's very proud of Binghe, and wants him to be happy and successful. Binghe could rule the world and Shizun would just cheer him on!
It's just that Shen Yuan never willingly possessed Shen Qingqiu in the first place. He misses his life, but given the choice, he doesn't want to be that kind of entity.
So, new plan -- if Shen Yuan won't take a body off of an undeserving asshole, then Binghe will make him a new body! Luckily, Shen Yuan knows a way to grow one. They "borrow" some genetic materials from Shen Jiu to aid the process, and then Luo Binghe, surprisingly indifferent about the whole thing, cuts Shen Jiu loose at the border.
Shen Yuan is surprised. Binghe really doesn't care about that? Turns out no, not so much. Shen Jiu is awful, but he's nothing to Binghe in the long run. (Also it's a long shot but if nothing else does work Binghe might have to force Shen Yuan to take Shen Qingqiu's body back, though of course he's not about to say so, and anyway Shen Jiu is still going to have a hell of a time waiting for him back in the cultivation world. Luo Binghe wishes him luck and every pleasure of trying to clear his ruined name, living a life on the lamb with an insidious poison constantly eating away at him, or the full enjoyment of a second visit to the water prison, whichever ends up happening.)
With the help of Luo Binghe's blood parasites, the Sun and Moon Dew whatever mushroom body grows in record time. A summoning ritual isn't even required, Shen Yuan just scoots right in as soon as the body is ready and blinks his eyes open to see his anxious disciple's face peering back at him.
Happily ever after!
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Let's be careful before labeling Wally or Home as "The Villain" of Welcome Home
Or anyone for that matter imo
Listen, I can completely understand why people would go to that conclusion. "So Below" and the eerie vibe that Wally gives off in his obsession don't exactly give either a flattering light (I know there are also the art pieces on Clown's personal blog, but I'm not counting anything that hasn't been officially released yet)
But whenever someone labels a character who is acting weird as "the villain," it puts a bad taste in my mouth. At the end of the day, characters in fiction are real people with motivations, so labeling one as "evil" or "the villain" can sometimes erase that complexity. And after the most recent update, we know that Wally has A Lot of very, very complicated feelings about the situation.
Before I get into that though, I wanna point out something that Clown himself has said describes the brand of horror that "Welcome Home" gives off to themselves personally. Click here for the link to the post.
Before I get into that though, I wanna point out something that Clown himself has said describes the brand of horror that "Welcome Home" gives off to themselves personally. Click here for the link to the post.
"My home doesn't feel like home anymore."
That line sticks to me pretty hard. There's a pervasive feeling of unfamiliarity, unreality, that exists in the core of the story itself.
I think we see, firsthand, Wally experiencing this in the latest updates. In all of the hidden Bug/Answer secret videos, we see a familiar pattern. We get some sort of scene of two other characters talking, a scene in whatever universe they call home, until at the very end one of the characters addresses Wally (who was apparently there the whole time) and the video glitches out.
A key part that not a lot of people seem to realize though is that these videos are from Wally's perspective. See the above picture with Wally's hands. In every scene, Wally is present and was supposedly taking part in an activity (in the above one, helping Poppy with knitting), before the video started playing.
Whenever I saw these videos I had that same feeling that something felt. Different. The interactions felt like scenes you would see in the animated/cartoony aesthetic we'd see from the various art pieces, it doesn't feel like it's "on set/TV" to me. They're moreso just intimate glimpses into their lives. But they're shot in the real world, and that feels. Wrong.
This is very likely the same feeling that Wally's having in that moment. "My home doesn't FEEL like home." It's like he's disassociating, having a brief episode of that unreality feeling. Those bouts of strangeness don't go away until, like clockwork, someone says his name and the video ends, snapping him out of it.
Do other people in the neighborhood also feel the same way? Maybe, but we don't know. What we do know is that Wally, whether or not he tries to explain this to others, feels isolated by this sensation. "My neighbors are only neighborly until they know I'm different in a way they can see."
The only other person he likely shares this feeling with? I'd take a guess that it's Home. Nearly every time Home has been featured, Wally has been there, close. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the only physical puppets/props we’ve seen of the cast are Wally and Home.
According to this post by @eldritchravens, Home is the only other person who talks directly to Us, the viewers. That's probably why they're so close, because they're the only ones who can truly confide in each other about this.
"So does that mean Home is manipulating Wally?"
Again, I really don't think that's the case. I don't wanna call people villains quite yet. Besides, we see (or well, hear) Home and Barnaby have a conversation together, and from how Barnaby reacts it's fairly casual.
This shared feeling is likely why Wally is so obsessed with us, including the Restoration Employee. They seem to be sharing a similar sensation to Wally's bouts of unreality, in the fact that it seems they're the ONLY one who doesn't remember Welcome Home being a thing. They seem to be one of the few things that Wally (and maybe even Home) consider to be "Real." Hence their obsession with "seeing" us.
"Isn't this Wally or Home manipulating the Employee though?"
Maybe, I don't know. We don't really know much of what's going on right now, we're only getting glimpses. For all we know this could be a side-effect of Wally/Home trying to reach out. For the time being though, I want to keep my own expectations in check. I'm choosing not to label Wally, Home, The Restoration Team or anyone as a "villain" until something definitive comes up.
It is very, very likely that Wally is going to be doing something more dangerous later down the line (or maybe even is doing so now). But if he's doing anything, I get the feeling it's more out of desperation. He wants something to quell this feeling inside of him, this pervasive sense of unreality, and to connect with something he feels is "real." And, for better or for worse, that thing is us.
This whole thing isn't to bash on people for speculation or theorycrafting, I personally think speculation is very healthy! But it's still important to remember what the core of this story is going to be. We're only seeing the very start of the story right now, and we don't know what'll happen down the line. It's useful to keep that core idea at the center of our speculation so we can have reasonable expectations going forward.
As for me? This doesn't feel like a story with villains. I don't think he'll pull a Monika from DDLC and start gaining a kill count, but if something does happen to the rest of the cast, my money is that it'll happen completely by accident, and he'll regret it. Hard.
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walks in. ponifies the characters. walks out
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the kids' ponified names are just based on Vibes/keeping the same first letters as the original. i kept playing with the idea that the "Heart" part of pony!harold's name should be a compound word, to keep the same number of syllables as Hutchins, but i already broke the "same syllable count" rule with george, so Heart it will stay
the kids' cutie mark is just as straightforward. melvin's is science-y, while george and harold are meant to parallel each other-- at least with the 'pencil drawing part of the cutie mark' motif. the spiral in george's is me being a bit cheeky.
why is it every time i do an au that's more of a design challenge than anything with a concrete plot, george just is the hypno-ring that made krupp cu /j
krupp and captain was the most difficult out of all of them to design since if i had to design one of them, it had to be fitting for the other too. the more natural colors (in comparison to the others) was meant to be more of a reflection of krupp's character, but the neutral color palette also worked for captain too so his accessories popped.
the coat pattern was also there to make sure he doesn't seem too monotonous, but then i learned about horse coat patterns-- specifically blanket patterns... that basically meant captain's underpants is just built into both their coats. its less obvious on krupp since he has a shirt (blue now, since white on white wouldn't look good).
as for krupp's ponified name, it was also a similar struggle since there were no K words that fit his vibe. it was initially "Key" for the longest time (read as: i had to sleep on it), but i decided on "Keeper" since it still evoked that trapping feeling, but it could have more positive connotations in a... protector/caretaker/teacher sort of way.
as for the "Bantam" part, i had wanted to keep a similar enough word to "ben". and having it be shortened to "Ban Keeper" was too good to pass up. bantam is a kind of chicken (which fits krupp's farm past as established in tetocu), but bantam also meant "small and feisty person", which krupp is. but is also what the children he's "keeping" are.
so basically you can read krupp's name as "keeper/caretaker of unruly kids [in detention]", "controlling one's unruly nature", or "farmer keeper", which i personally think is fun
don't worry about krupp hiding his cutie mark! its fine. he's fine.
captain is captain! you know him. you love him. he has changeling motifs due to the nature of the "radiation". apparently, characters gaining radiation/magic based wings and horns are a thing that happened in G5, which i didn't know until recently, so funny coincidences.
captain's cutie mark is underpantyworld. his cutie mark is different from krupp (stares at the changeling motifs)
edith, thankfully was straightforward. her ponified name is just a food name, specifically a type of cheese. her cutie mark is a ladle with some sparkles around it. i changed her dress to just a shirt, and her gloves to be some galosh sort of deal.
and as a bonus since you can pry alien!edith from my cold dead hands, there's a bonus reformed changeling form since that's the closest thing to aliens in this world! "Stemmata" is a type of insect eye, to fit in with the changeling naming convention of naming them after bug body parts, but also eyes because of the whole Two Blue Eyes thing. she was originally supposed to be called "Ocellus", but there's already a character that exists with that name...
i imagine edith defecting from a small hive and accidentally unlocking her reformed form, and she thinks she can't go back even if she wanted to so she just kinda... stays,
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What a wonderful wedding
Summary: What if you had caught one of your cousin's wedding guests' attention, but you had been too busy helping out with her wedding to notice him? The bride comes to the rescue.
Warnings: reader described as a small person, fluff
A/N: got longer than expected, woospie daisies
Enjoy!
So fucking perfect. That was how you could describe your cousin's wedding up until now.
Rebecca, or Becs as you always called her, was the cousin you were closest to, you two were basically sisters. She and her newly wed husband Rueben were the cutest couple possible. They actually made you believe in love again.
After the break up with your longtime boyfriend, she moved hell and earth to be with you, to comfort you.
It might have been a year already, but you were somehow still stuck in your post-break up slumber. Knowing you, but most of all her bridesmaids, Rebecca had asked for your help during the preparations of the wedding and even today, the big day, you were helping out. You had to admit the result was exactly what you had hoped for and the preparatios helped wonderfully getting you out of your slumber.
The ceremony had the most romantic scenery you had seen, with a lot of thanks to yourself. Before Rebecca arrived, Rueben and his friends were stealing the show wearing their Full Dress uniforms. You took a quick glance at them, who doesn't love a man in uniform, to go back to perfecting the last little details before your cousin would appear. Your eyes quickly crossed paths with one of the very hot groomsmen. 'Probably a coincidence, just looking around like I was', you thought, only with your heart skipping a beat. This only lead to you not noticing those two eyes following your every move, lingering to talk to you, hoping he would catch your attention too.
The men might have stolen everyone's attention for a bit, but when your cousin made her grand entrance, guided by your very proud looking uncle, your heart skipped a little beat. She looked stunning in her fairytale-like wedding dress. Her hair styled simply but with a couple of details to make her whole appearance marvelous. But it was her smile that was the last detail to complete her angelic look.
You were definitely not the only one noticing her beautiful look on her day. Your aunty and uncle had happy tears escaping down their cheeks and your granny was glooming of happiness and talking to your granddad in heaven, who also was very happy as the sun was shining today. But most important of all, the from, the look on Rueben's face when he saw his bride was the look every bride would want on her special day. He gripped one his groomsman next to him when Rebecca made her entrance. His smile matched Rebecca's and his eyes were glued on her until she stood in front of him. This man was after 8 years still very in love with his bride-to-be. That look in his eyes made you believe again that real love did exist, only you had to find the right person.
Now, an hour into the party -by the way, the first dance was amazing, insert emoticon with star-eyes.- after you were finally able to ditch your aunts and uncles, you had made it to the dancefloor. Becca had obliged you, because, yes, you were still busy making sure the the party was going smoothly.
"Now relax and enjoy, you already have done too much and it has been sooooo perfect! I love my bridesmaids a lot, but they would all together never able to pull off anything like the perfect party you have given Rueben and me. So please please please, enjoy." She took your hand in hers and was on her way dragging you to a group of men, with some woman around the group trying to catch any of their attention.
"Oh my god Becs, those groomsmen earlier, they were looking so hot in their uniforms." The couple of wines in your system were making you spill the things you normally would only tell her on a girl night.
"How much wine did you have? And yes I've got to admit, men in uniform are eyecandy." She sang with her eyes locked on her hubby.
"Just two, how would I have ever survived uncle Fred's ramble about politics."
"Okay, you have a valid point, I would probably need a whole bottle to survive him," Rebecca laughed, "so, anyone of them catching your eye?"
"Uh, not really, no." Rebecca stopped and looked at you with an questionable expression that made you laugh. "Okay, okay, miss Fitch, the one with the moustache." You admitted.
"Oooh Bradley, good choice. And miss Fitch, sweetie, I love the sound of it, still a bit unreal, but so wonderful. Come on."
The second you were about to approach the group, you saw him arrive back. But he was holding hands with a beautiful woman. She had beautifully styled dark brown hair and a very beautiful body. She was a thousand more beautiful than you. So, he was taken, with his looks it wasn't actually a surprise.
With your mood now taken a major hit, you hung your head a little lower, suddenly the floor was very interesting. Rebecca wiggled her and your body between the men and nudged Rueben for his attention.
"Guys, guys, there is someone you all need to meet. This day wouldn't have been this wonderful without her, she organized almost everything. I know it must have been hell with me being away a lot and Becca's mind being distracted too. Guys meet Becca's cousin."
You heard your name echo a couple of times, but you only heard the echo coming from the man with the moustache. Fuck, that voice. It was so deep and masculine, that you had a hard time getting your eyes off him. You really tried not to focus only on him, knowing he was taken. But it was so hard to fight it.
Rueben introduces them all to you, except for the blond one, Jake or Hangman, he was very quick to introduce himself before Rueben even had the chance. So Bradley and Natasha, they looked good together. Only weird they weren't holding hands anymore.
After a little smalltalk with Jake, you excused yourself from the group to get a new drink.
"Hey, everything okay sweetie?"
"Yes Becs, just a little overwhelmed." You tried to put up a genuine smile. "Go have fun with your friends, I think the are trying to get you attention."
"Oh God, I'm going to try to get them away from Rueben's friends. I do not want them to interfere with my life with Rueben. I love them, but you know how they are."
"Yeah, I think I understand." You chuckled. "See ya later Becs, have fun!" And off she was, and you finally had some rest at the bar.
You were playing a little with the drink chart as you were contemplating what to get.
"So, I see you escaped from Hangman." That voice came up from behind you.
"Oh, hi, uhm, Bradley right? I just needed some ... rest, the group is a lot." You smiled nervously.
"They can be, so, what you're going to get, Shortcake?" That nickname you hear earlier tonight. Only coming from Bradley you didn't mind.
"You too?" You curiously asked.
"I came up with the name, Hangman stole it."
"But why though?"
"Well, shortcake, if you let me join you, I might let you know." Bradley was teasing you already and letting a small smirk appear on his face, his moustache twitching a bit
"Uh, okay, 2 questions for you first."
"Shoot." Damn his his big brown orbs, they were staring at you and by the looks of it he wasn't going to look at anything or anyone else. Dispite...
"Okay, doesn't your other half mind that you are -"
"Oh no, that, uh haha," was he making fun of you? "I'm not, I'm not in a relationship with anyone, yet."
You were baffled by that. "But, earlier? You were holding hands. I can't follow."
"Oh, you saw that, is that why I suddenly saw your smile fading? You were shining throughout the whole evening and when you joined us ... shit, that wasn't supposed to-"
"So you are dating her?" Disappointment was written all over your face, even more now than before, was he really trying something with you when he already has a girl?
"No, I'm not dating Nat, she was helping me out to get through that other group without getting inappropriately touched everywhere. In fact she has been nudging me all day to talk to you." A smile appeared on his face when mentioning you.
"Oh my god." You hid your head in your hands, trying to become invisible of embarrassment. Only to accidentally throw the drinking chart at Bradley. If only that sinkhole from your wish earlier could appear now under your feet...
"Shortcake, look at me," Bradley took your face out of your hands and kept your face into his hands until you looked at him. A little tear was visible and Bradley immediately got rid of it. "Rueben and Rebecca, actually Rebecca, talks about you a lot, with pictures sometimes. I really became intrigued by this cousin she always mentions. Then she mentioned that luckily now ex-douche and I just started to wish him away from you. And when I saw you for the first time in real life today, I felt something click. I regret it so much not coming with Rueben and Rebecca to punch the douche in the face, no one treats a girl like that. That was what I felt the first time I saw you, maybe with a couple of heart flutters. But you had a second question." Bradley was rambling, he knew it, but he had to get it out before you would say something.
"I, oh, wow, I need a second. Wait, you are genuinely interested in me? You don't even know me." You said while pointing at yourself. Bradley nodded in response. Every single feeling of sadness disappeared to make place again for the sparkly and shiny mood you had.
"Well maybe I feel like I know you, just through Rebecca. So if you give me a chance at least, to get to know each other, for real."
"Okay then, second question, where are your uniforms? Not that I mind the tux." A little smile appeared on your face as you felt some butterflies start to form in your belly.
"We changed after the ceremony, not to get into trouble with the Navy if we would get drunk or do something stupid. Not that I was planning on. Shit, I didn't mean it to come out like I was planning on doing any of that." Bradley hoped you weren't noticing his nervousness, he really didn't want to start off on the wrong foot. He still remembered when Rebecca and Rueben were talking about you, that you deserved to be loved and cherished. Bradley didn't know you yet, but after seeing you for the first time made him believe in love at first sight (let's forget for a moment he was interested in you when they were talking about you).
"It's okay, I get what you mean. So, since we're at the bar, can I get you something? My treat." You joked.
"Ooh, the lady is buying, a beer is fine."
"A beer and a red wine please."
After getting your drinks Bradley walked you to a calmer spot outside. Rebecca noticed Bradley's subtle hand on your back and shot you wink and a thumbs up.
Finally away from the spying aunties and uncles, the obnoxious Jake but more importantly alone with Bradley, well kind of, some other couples were outside too. You thanked yourself for placing these romantically decorated benches outside, where Bradley and you sat down.
You and Bradley talked and talked and talked until your drinks were empty. You learned Bradley was just as domestic as you, you both still loved going out now and then. But a movie on the couch with a snack was on top of your favorite activities-list. Truth to be told, everything what your ex missed, you discovered in Bradley.
"So ... Shortcake." You tried again on the topic.
"Yes shortcake."
"Oh come on tell me!"
"Those big eyes, shortcake, you are really desperate to know. Well, if I must. So first of all, I really love shortcakes. My mom used to make them a lot. They are layered. And with every layer, it gets better and better. And the way my mom made them, they were cute, small cakes, kind of like you."
"Are you making fun of my height?" You asked trying to look serious, while you were melting on the inside for the teddy bear-looking hunk next you. Bradley's reaction immediately went from a lovesick sixteen year old to one filled with shock. Until you couldn't hold back your laughter anymore. "You are easy to mess with, I like the nickname, but only coming from you." You shuddered at the end of your sentence when a cold breeze came up.
"I'm such an idiot, you are cold, here take my jacket." It was way too big, but oh so warm and it smelled like Bradley. Were you suddenly feeling a little intoxicated from alcohol, or was is because of Bradley's scent? You had a couple of wines spread over the evening, but it was his scent that withdrew you from reality. The heavenly mixture of wood and that hint of citrus guided it's way through your nostrils straight to your brain. It made you feel like you were on this fluffy cloud you never wanted to leave. Without noticing it, you moved the jacket closer to your nose, loving the scent a little too much.
"That cold?" Bradley asked, not noticing you were basically sniffing his jacket.
"Oh, sorry, it, uh, feels good and warm." And smells like you... You smiled awkwardly.
Bradley stood up and took your hand in his. "Well, I know other ways to get warmer."
Did he just suggest you two... "Uh"
"Come on, let's dance!" Let's say the intoxication on Bradley's scent was making your mind wander off to other ways to heat up.
Once inside, you kept Bradley's jacket on, just letting the competition know he is interested in you. A little insurance never hurt.
Your bodies stayed close while dancing, leaving just enough space for Bradley to show off his moves.
Until that typical cinematographic scene, a body collided in your back, so you got smashed into Bradley's strong arms. His eyes worriedly glued to yours. But his arms around you was what made loose contact with reality for a moment. His lips were moving and a sound was coming from between his lips. But you were unable to hear it, some automatic reaction made you nod when his lips stopped moving.
The worried expression changed into something sweet, his brows lowered again and this spark reappeared in his eyes. Were you melting? Like for real, were you like a chocolate statue that starts to get liquid when warmed up? You already started to feel some drops forming. Was this it? The end?
"- I am a grandpa." You got snapped out of your trance. You were not melting, everything was okay. Wait what?!
"Huh?"
"Shortcake, did I really needed to say something weird to get you back to earth?"
Awkward! This voice in your head was screaming and laughing, but so were you, and Bradley too. Without thinking you hid your head in his chest, still being locked in his arms.
"Oh my god! Sorry." You immediately withdrew your head and tried to look in his eyes.
"You're a cute one, you know that? Please, tell me you are always like this?"
"Unfortunately for me, yes." You said to yourself while facepalming yourself mentally, again.
After talking somewhat more in a quieter corner, discovering you were both staying in the same hotel, the fatigue of it being 5 am already started to get the better of you.
"Not only are you just a cute one, your yawn is cute too. Tired too?"
You nodded. "Yeah, if you don't mind, I am going to call it a night or day already."
"Me too, plus, I think the others have also left already. Would you mind if I walk you back to the hotel? You know, since it is the same one." Bradley was cursing himself for being this awkward around you.
"Lead the way." You snuck your arm in the small hole Bradley left for your arm. It was a nice feeling you both had on the way back.
"So, this is me, thank you walking me. It was really nice meeting you."
"Yeah same, so uhm," Bradley moved closer to you, with his eyes locked with yours. "I hope I have been en reading this right." He kept on moving closer. His face was now extremely close to yours as you felt your beating rapidly. And what you hoped for happened. You felt Bradley's lips on yours. Immediately you felt the butterflies awaken again in your tummy from earlier when the two of you were talking.
"Shit" Bradley suddenly pulled away from the kiss, "sorry, I was going to wait till I asked you out on a date." Your expression went from horror to relief in not even a second from the moment Bradley explained his little shock. Was he even real? Gentlemen still do exist.
"Oh Bradley, if you noticed, I kissed back. Maybe I was secretly hoping for it." You smiled a little bit shyly at him.
"Thank God, but ... an official first date, does that still sound appealing to you?" Was this fighter pilot, who you always thought to be though and cool, being nervous? (You hadn't noticed the other occasions earlier the evening, being to busy melting for him)
"Since we kissed on our unofficial first date, let's forget about the alcohol that encouraged us, I look forward going out on a real date."
You exchanged numbers and bid goodnight with a last kiss on the lips.
Knock knock. Knock knock.
Probably a drunk jokester you thought. You tiredly made your way to the door.
"Oh, Bradley hi." Bang, in a second you went from zombie-mode to fully awake, adrenaline running through your veins. Noticing your attire, you tried to cover up your pj's.
Bradley was standing awkwardly with his right hand resting on top of his head in front of you.
"Hi, uh, weird question. Okay, wait, before I ask, I really planned to use a different timeline. I swear. But, can I sleep here in your room? Jake, I was stupid enough to share a room with him, he, uh, has someone over."
"Oh. Yes, of course." You kept on staring at Bradley. In contrast to the party, his tie now in his hands, a couple of the top buttons opened. He was incredibly hot in his uniform, but damn, looking like that? Extremely sinful.
"Then, can I come in?"
"Oh my god, sorry. Yes" You quickly made your way back to the bed, still realizing you were just wearing pj's, trying to hide underneath the blankets.
"I"ll take the couch."
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Shuffle ... ten seconds later, shuffle another ten seconds later, shuffle. And that went on for a couple minutes.
"Enough Bradley. Neither of us is going to sleep if you keep wiggling like a worm on the couch. Hop in the bed, you're clearly too big for that couch."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes"
"I sleep in my boxers, so, still sure shortcake?"
"Yes, still sure, so hop in. At least, if you can behave."
Bradley didn't need to get told twice. He slipped out of the trousers and shirt of his tux and quickly joined you in the bed. The temperature under the sheets immediately went up. It was unexpectedly comfortable with him next to you.
"Goodnight Bradley."
"Goodnight shortcake." Bradley planted a little kiss on top of your head. "Oh, and I will behave, my mama thought me to treat ladies right, we are going a date first." Maybe he didn't mind he couldn't sleep in his room tonight, he'll thank Jake later for that. Now he is going to enjoy having you close to him.
It didn't take long before the two of you dozed off to a good sleep. During the night your bodies shifted closer to each other, with eventually Bradley's arm wrapped around you.
This was the start of something beautiful, with the credits going to Rebecca and Rueben and of course Jake for sending Bradley to your room.
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I want to see Mizora cuck Wyll. I mean canonically in the game she can ;) - Shadowheart anon
Mizora cucking Wyll
[ Smut, Cucking, Cheating, nb!reader ]
At first, she merely observed both of you.
The shy glances, the sweet words, the romantic dances, and proper courting.
She found it endearing, really. As endearing as seeing two baby deers attempt to stand for the first time.
Endearingly disgusting.
Did her pup really jump straight into acting as if the two of you were married after a single dance together? She knew he was desperate, but she didn't realise it was this severe.
You see, she felt bad for you. All of this effort, teasing, and yet you received nothing more than a few quick kisses.
Poor you all frustrated sexually while Wyll remained unaware and oblivious to your basic needs.
She just can't have that, can she? What kind of owner would she be if she didn't pick up after her pup's mistakes.
And Wyll never satisfying you was something she was dead set on correcting.
Maybe she could've whispered a thing or two to him, even guided his hand. But she knows the stubborn boy all too well, he'd think it's another one of her tricks and do the exact opposite.
And on any other normal day it might have been a trick, he was just so very fun to toy with.
But this time she has her eyes set on a much more fun activity that involves you.
She kept thinking about it for a while, just how would your moans sound like? Would you yell her name between loud obscene moans? Or would you make quiet mewls while biting your lips?
Curiosity was killing her, and Wyll wasn't delivering at all.
So one night, while her pup was away, probably busy saving kittens from trees or something, she made her way to your tent.
By the hells, you looked even more delicious up close.
How does Wyll not keep you chained to his bed and have his way with you all the time? It would be the first thing she'd do if she was in his place.
But enough about that useless pet.
Mizora made her offer clear to you, using all of her devilish charms and enticing curves to her advantage. Slowly explaining all the things she wanted to do to you, all the fun she planned for the both of you.
If you'd just say yes. A simple verbal contract, and she isn't even asking for your soul or anything in return.
No one has to know, well unless you want them to know. It really doesn't make a difference to her at all.
All she wants is you in a pretty little collar while she holds the end of the leash. She'd spoil you and take you to the depths of pleasure embodied within each level of the nine hells.
And she has seen the way you look at her. How your eyes linger on the front of her open dress, how you stare at her horns in such awe.
She might even let you touch them, if you beg enough.
Sit on her lap and show her just how low you're willing to drag your dignity through the mud, how much you're willing to humiliate yourself for her.
Let the big bad mean devil women corrupt you, you poor poor thing. You just couldn't say no to the devil, could you? Of course not.
So just claim that she manipulated you while grinding against her fingers between your thighs. Claim she tricked you while you lick and suck on her chest, taking it so beautifully into your mouth.
And your contract with her will stay sealed away from all prying eyes. No one else in this plane of existence will know about your agreement to let her have her way with you whenever and wherever she wanted.
No one but the two of you.
Well, at least until the inevitable day where she orders Wyll to come to her for a very urgent matter concerning his contract. It just happened to coincide with the day she had your head buried between her thighs with your hands tied behind your back.
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any thoughts on Oathbreaker Knight with a fem!tav, seeking true redemption and "learning" with her new, weathered mentor? 🫣
Don't kill me anon, but believe it or not I literally didn't know this man existed until like 2 weeks ago. I played a Warlock, Monk and Barbarian and just missed him completely.
BUT!!! As soon as I realized there was a giant masked man with a Scottish accent and paternal energy, he had me by the throat. I want him to do terrible things to me.
On that note:
"Learning" from the Oathbreaker Knight ;)
18+ under the cut
- The armor is like a shield from not only the physical, but emotional aspects of mortal life. Tav comes to understand he doesn't feel like she and her other companions do. Still, he hangs around and offers sage advice that she funds annoyingly paternal at first.
- Tav trains with him, as she must if she wants any hope of settling into this new life. (Oathbreaker or pledged anew) Her guide remains dutifully at her side, assisting when necessary to keep her on the path.
- The voice is too attractive, she decided early on. Astarion teases her for how quickly the brogue of his accent makes her flush, but Tav is adamant it's only the heat of the summer.
- It's a sparring session where she ends up on her back, his sword pinning her down by the fabric of her tunic. One knee rests against the ground, close enough to press up to her side. Tav knows her breathing comes too quickly, even after a workout such as this. An awkward moment of silence passes before he's helping her up and continuing the lesson.
- After that, their sparring becomes more physical. Tav finds herself pressed to a tree by a weathered gauntlet against her throat or a knee between her legs. The latter made her squeak, a sound impossible to ignore in the silence of the night.
- Tav swears he starts to do it on purpose, to mess with her. Every moment of proximity, her Knight brushes against her skin. Arm to arm, hips bumping as he passes her, things too common now to be coincidence. There is an ache in him to touch her, and she can see it.
- The Oathbreaker resists his desire for her, but he can only provide so many excuses. Too old, ancient even. He is not man, more a spirit than anything she can ever hold. Tav remains determined nonetheless.
- Self control wanes, in part at her insistence. She manages to talk her way into his lap at one point, unsure what to do after having gotten this far. The unexpected allowance of their closeness is almost startling. That is, until his hands find her hips. He rocks her there, her comfortable camp pants catching on the metal as her body grinds against his. He has no body with which to satisfy her, but gives her all that remains. All that he can.
- After weeks of dancing around this tension between them, it culminates in the woods beyond the camp. Pinned to a tree, Tav grinds her body down on the tasset of his armor. Friction on her clit makes her gasp and whine, while the hand he has at her throat brings her heart to hammer in her ears. It is desperate, dirty, and unabashed as he watches her come undone.
- This man, this old God of sorts, does not keep his guidance to the battlefield. On the nights that Tav can spare her time for him, he will sometimes find her in her tent. There, he watches as she touches herself. His clawed armor traces over her thighs, reminding her how powerful and beautiful she is in this moment.
"Radiant, even in your undoing." His voice is thick with brogue, heady with the desire to please her rather than resign himself to guiding her hand. "How I wish to be the one between your thighs. Would that I could show you how adept my hand can be."
- It's words like that, dripping with admiration, that brings her to finish. Tav whimpers his title, allowing herself to be cleaned and soothed by hands that she knows means safety. Sometimes he will remain beside her as she sleeps, content to admire while she rests.
- It is a strange relationship, stranger still when he seems more idea than man. Yet, Tav thinks she may love him all the same.
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wanna make a little rumble about this two funny guys, nothing much, just a rumble really, if you would read it to the end it would be cool 👉👈 but you don't have to! two hats spoilers too be ready
so, sif and loop, huh
a lot of people under my comic with this two did mentioned that I've wrote them super DID or like a system and I didn't noticed that at the time, but more I thought about it, the more I understand that I did it again
the whole idea of them being in one body is just really sells this, to be honest. with sif being in control most of the time and loop kinda existing their life together, because in fact it's their life too. they both understand that, even though loop didn't feel quiet belonging here, like they doesn't exactly deserve this life. after all - they fail, fail miserably, it's a sif who is a hero of this story in the end, but also they don't exactly get it that it's because of them sif succeeded. just a small change, a person who can listen and say something. who is changing with you, a helping hand
sif is a grounded reminder for loop that they succeeded, in a way, too. and everyone around them too
also in my hc loop and sif doesn't tell their family at first about this all, it's just.. awkward and too much information and also it's just two sifs and their problems with expressing themselves. well, they learning!! a little!! especially after this wild experience!!!
but everyone still notice that sif is sometimes can change their behavior. I see loop as someone who can be mean, they doesn't exactly afreid of showing negative emotions anymore such as anger and they WILL fight if they will see that sif or someone from their family being mistreated, or make a very nasty commentary, or anything, but very passive aggressively. Their family at first thinks that mb it's just a trauma response, wich is particularly true, but I think Odile and/or Isa would notice that there is certain pattern to Siffrin behavior and it's definitely Someone Else
In Isa case he would probably notice that this Certain Someone has very similar mannerisms with Sifrin, to how they move and act, to how they just talk. differents comes to what they talk. when sif is more lighthearted and silly, loops jokes can sometimes be a little bit on the self doubt side, and harsh to themselves, and their tone can feel a little more official
Odile would try to confront Sif a lot with little questions (because she was observing Loop and Sif sometimes act like them!!!! you think it's a coincidence?????) but she trust Sifrin to tell her if there is something wrong, (after all they had this talk), and Sif in her eyes looks much more happier (well, she has only one comparison with this one day before king but she can imagine how much worse it was + loop probably told a lot), so she understands that there is something but it's isn't bad and Sif just need time
Loop sometimes attend in the Emotional Buddies Club with Mira, too, because usually Sif makes them (they thinks it's very important for them too (it is)). and usually loop is trying to mimic siffrin a lot, but sometimes fails miserably and trails off. they still can say it's something from the loops and thing, but Mira also notice how sometimes Sif just change mid sentence because Sif just kicks Loop and let's them talk
and bonbon is just bonbon, Loop really loves spending their time with bonbon and trying all sorts of different things they cook. different NEW things.
tho not one of them can stomach the banana ever again. it's a nice fruit, but when the smell hits... they both would probably tell this story to their family, and while they would nervously giggle a little - their family would be a little in shock. just one of the horror from the loops they grew accustomed to. and their family doesn't exactly like that
also I think that loop still can matterialise their body if situation deems necessary, it was their body now, after all, and they grew quite fond of their mystic nature. but when looking at the mirror they see sifrin and themselves - they really put in question if they need any body at all
also as a fun bonus idea shadow's that I drew may be just a thing in their head, like they aren't real, they just show who is in control and who isn't. or they may be a real thing and sometimes their family would notice this funky spike shadow on the ground and , what??
haha, thank you for reading if u are here
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do you have any SOFT(!!!!!!) pet au thoughts you haven’t got to talk about? your destorying lucifer’s egg post destroyed me so please don’t kill me again
Gosh, it's been a hot minute since I've thought about this au. But it still remains one of my favorites! Here are some soft headcanons I have for the au (along with some other random hcs, as I have a lot of Thoughts for this au that I've been waiting to Spill!!!)
This is more of a world building headcanon, but I imagine that demons like to sleep in nests. Usually this just means they get a old blanket or two from their owner, and the demon will curl up on the ground with it. Which makes you so confusing. When they come to your house and you have a fully decked out nest, with a collection of different blankets, all different textures and weights. What was even more surprising was the futon you laid out for them. For once they had the option to sleep on something that wasn't hardwood or, if they were lucky, carpet.
This is less of a headcanon, and more of something I assume as Canon in every (soft) pet au, but I always assume that the reader has all 7 demon brothers, or will get all 7 brothers once one of the brothers settle in and tell the reader about their brothers. Then the reader will track down each brother and adopt them. I also imagine that another reader (usually different from the reader who has all the brothers) adopted Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon. I imagine that the reader will adopt Diavolo first and then get Barbatos to help them take care of Diavolo because he's a high-class demon. I don't have a concrete idea on how they acquire Simeon after, but I think it would be an accident. Like they found Simeon abandoned and brought him home. I also like to imagine that both readers co exist in the same world, just because I don't like imagine one group not having a kind reader.
Out of all of them, I definitely think Diavolo is the most touch starved. He just isn't used to being touched gently. At least with the brothers, they all had each other at some point. Simeon is an angel, so he's been thought of as a more "softer" pet, and thus, humans wouldn't be opposed to cuddling with him or giving him a hug. Barbatos hasn't been touched much, but he is still very well behaved, so once in a blue moon, he would have gotten a gentle head rub. Plus, Barbatos thinks being a good pet means that he shouldn't want for anything, so it's not like Barbatos is begging his owners for cuddles.
Diavolo, on the other hand, wants to be cuddled. He wants to be kissed and held and for his owner to run their fingers through his hair. But he never had a litter mate, and he's a very high-class demon. So his previous owners were a little afraid of getting too close to him because they were worried he might lash out (even though that was furthest from the truth).
So when you come along and start casually touching him, Diavolo absolutely melts. You could playfully ruffle his hair as you walk past him, and Diavolo will get stars in his eyes, and thank you a million times. He will roll over and show you his belly if you so much as glance at him. When Diavolo realizes that you intend to keep softly touching him, he gets absolutely addicted. He knew he was touch starved before, but now it's like he's a thirsty man in a desert who just got a drop of water.
He's absolutely clinging to you, hands around your ankles, head rubbing against your thighs. He doesn't even care if he gets punished for being so needy. He just needs you so bad he'll accept any treatment you give him.
Lucifer is definitely like one of those cats who pretends like it's a completely coincidence that you two are in the same room. Sure, he wouldn't go into the living room all day, but when you go into it and start watching TV, he suddenly needs to be in there too. He won't engage with you. He won't even glance at whatever you're watching. If you offer a seat next to you, he'll scrunch up his nose and refuse.
But he'll watch you, of course you'll never catch him eyeing you. Whenever you turn to look at him, his gaze is somewhere else, but the moment you turn your focus back to the TV, you feel his eyes back on you. Slowly, he'll start moving closer to you, so quietly thar you don't even notice until you feel a weight against your leg and you look down to see Lucifer leaning against you, his gaze still nowhere near you.
Mammon definitely hides his valuables under furniture. He also has a pretty lose definition of what is "valuable," so basically, anything shiny gets pushed under the couch. He thinks he's being sooooo sneaky with hiding his stuff.
You drop the remote under the couch and find like necklace pendants, dead batteries, tinfoil, shot glasses, and like 50 pennies. He pretends that those things have ALWAYS been under your couch! But he gets all pissy if you try to take anything away.
He also hides all the toys you buy him. You'll buy himself something new and the next day it is gone. If you ask for it, Mammon will likely go get it to show that it's safe, but he refuses to tell you where he hidden it away.
Asmo LOVES Pinterest and has, like, a billion boards. He also somehow has 100k followers on it? He gets absolutely obsessed about the different room aesthetics, and there have been many times where you come home and see a completely new living room. He's one of your demons that can NOT be trusted with an unlimited credit card. He WILL spend three grand on fairy lights and will not be sorry about it.
Beel loves eating from your hands. He's a bit embarrassed admitting it, so it's just a fantasy for a while. Until you fed one of the brothers (probably Mammon, tbh, when he proclaimed he wasn't going to eat something he ate many times before. So you tried to convince him by holding it up to him by your fingers) and Beel couldn't help the sting of envy. Beel always found it was easier to admit he wanted something when someone else got it first.
So he shyly knocked on your door, holding an armful of his favorite snacks. It still takes him a minute to admit what he wants, and he's so grateful when you catch on and ask if he wants you to feed him. After that, your private snack time becomes a common occurrence.
Levi loves to redecorate his tank. He loves having his own space that is completely his, something that was a foreign concept to him before you took him in.
Barbatos will never admit it, but he can't stand the cold at all. He tries his best to hide this fact, and he's usually able to keep this hidden from his past masters (he doesn't like to think about the ones who figured it out), and when you first take him in he was determined to keep this a secret from you. Even when you're so nice to him, even when you give him comforts, no one else did, even when you don't punish him. This only moves him to keep his secret more, as he believes he shouldn't "trouble" you.
You only find out about his secret when you two are cuddling together in bed one winter night. It's a little chilly, and you think about turning up the heat. But before you can get up, you feel Barbatos shiver and cuddle closer to you. When you feel him shiver, you know instantly that he isn't a fan of the colder weather.
It makes sense. He is a cold-blooded demon. So you have no problem keeping the house warmer. You also buy Barbatos his very own collection of heated blankets. One for his own nest, one for your bed, one for the couch, and a few scattered around.
Barbatos knows that he's been found out the moment you present the blankets to him, but he can't find it in him to be scared like he did with previous owners. He knows that you'll never take advantage of his weaknesses to create harsher punishments for him. Plus, he finds that he quite likes to be taken care of.
I actually have a whole headcanon on how Solomon becomes a pet even though he's a human. I haven't had the chance to share it until now, so here you go!
So, I imagine that Solomon owned pets himself, he actually owned a lot of them (Asmo and Barbatos included, though maybe not in the same time frame). He wasn't a cruel owner, though maybe a bit neglectful as he was very focused on his studies. He mainly kept demons to study on and obtain demonic powers. He archived immortality by doing this, but it also came with a price; his soul was seen as more demonic than human.
So when he gets found by other humans, they assume he's a wild demon in hiding. So he gets put in a pound. No amount of convincing from Solomon makes the workers see the truth. They have heard dozens of stories from demons in their human forms arguing that they're really a human.
Solomon spends a long while as a pet, going from different owner's hands. He finally understands some of his previous demons behaviors, as the lessons get drilled into him.
When you take him in Solomon has been pretty broken in, believing that he's really just a pet. Through your kindness does he start to regain some of his humanity, and learn that he doesn't mind being a pet if he's your pet.
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it's just. it's just
if your take on aziraphale at the end of the day is that he is, ultimately, a wholly selfish person. that his relationship to crowley is him taking and accepting and asking for more from a partner who, lovesick and waiflike and unable to draw a line, continues to carve off of himself to supplicate, while aziraphale does not "for once" contribute back.
then honestly i think you missed a step somewhere. and i'll preface by saying no shade on that front because it would be a boring thing if everyone everywhere had the same idea about every character, but this particular read on aziraphale chafes me.
because coming at things from his angle i think the larger issue is that he's selfless.
not in a cutesy job interview "my only flaw is i care too much :)" way, not in the sort of way that negates selfishness entirely (because like ALL of the characters in good omens, he IS still selfish!).
but i think aziraphale is selfless in a terrible and passive sort of way. i think he does not love himself and he does not think that he's someone who is easy to love, and i think that like crowley, aziraphale believes that when it comes to himself, love is conditional. it must be. when he receives it straightforwardly, seemingly unconditionally, he balks, because to his mind he's never done anything to deserve it.
i think he's been taught that, when he's himself, he's somehow wrong. i think if he's the only one on the line, he wouldn't choose his own happiness over something he feels he has to do. and if he feels that something is right, truly fully right, and that it needs doing, and that he can do it, he'll always ultimately throw himself onto that proverbial sword.
he'll run higher and higher up the celestial ladder trying to save earth (and crowley) and when that gets him nowhere, he'll decry the entire war and throw himself down to earth to try to stop it anyway. he'll stand at the edge of the end with actual satan bearing down upon them and pick up his old sword and say we can't give up now. he'll hand the most important person in the universe their destruction in a tartan thermos and feel like the most wretched miserable creature in existence for doing it.
he'll love someone in a way he's never loved anything and make himself be the one who keeps the rehearsed distance, the walls of plausible deniability and loopholes and convenient coincidences, because the distance is the most concrete way to keep that person safe. (because that was always one of the first points he'd hit with crowley: if hell finds out, they'll destroy you.) i think he operates out of fear before nearly anything else.
i think that for all that aziraphale indulges in his material pleasures-- the books and souvenirs and drinks and food-- he's starved and repressed and made himself very carefully wall off the pieces of his heart that want only to love wholly and to be loved in return. especially where crowley is concerned.
and honestly i'm not even going to get into their relationship dynamics bc that's so much to get into that's like a separate issue separate post. except to say that just because aziraphale doesn't do the exact same things for crowley that crowley has for him, it doesn't mean that this relationship is not reciprocal. (my wording struggles here because in general the point is not to gain returns, crowley doesn't do things for aziraphale because he expects to get something out of it. he does things because he loves him and he's big acts of service energy)
and tbh i feel like if crowley saw or caught wind of any of this "aziraphale should sacrifice for crowley ~for once~ protect crowley ~for once~" rhetoric he'd be pretty fucking offended
if any of that even makes sense idk
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anyway EXU: Calamity is everything I hoped it would be and I absolutely love it. some initial observations:
More solstices! Woo! So every 100-120 years, a celestial solstice aligns with some other celestial bodies and is therefore strong enough to change the layout of magical leylines. A device can measure the strength of a solstice, and if that measurement is more than 0.025, it could potentially be a apogee solstice; the celestial solstice right before the Calamity measured a 0.5.
Ghor Dranas lore! In the Schism, when the Betrayers split away from the Prime Deities, there was a threat made during one of the battles by the Betrayer Gods, attributed mostly to the Lord of the Hells (Asmodeus). The name is a very specific wording that Asmodeus said, "put me where you will. In darkness, I will gather my shadows to me." Ghor Dranas literally translates to "a gathering of shadows," giving the name very dark connotations. Asmodeus is the most likely contender for the Betrayer God that Zerxus saw in his dream, given the god's appearance as a red-skinned, horned being.
Zerxus has some really good items. In order to get a strength score of 29, he must have a belt of storm giant strength, and to get an AC of 25 his armor or shield must have a combined bonus of +4 (assuming that he's wearing plate armor and took the defense fighting style at level 2).
Also, Zerxus saying that he doesn't care much for gods as a paladin? Plus the fact that Luis' name was underneath the symbol of the Luxon during the intro? and that a searing light greater than that of the Dawnfather himself emitted from Zerxus' hand when he saved Asmodeus in his dream? and that Zerxus saw a starscape inside the well? and the talk about people deciding their own fate rather than having a destiny determined by the gods? my bet is on this guy being a paladin of the Luxon.
Brennan calling people from Cath Moira "terrestrials," marisha calling the broken bow an "extraterrestrial artifact," and all the other references to imply that people from the flying cities called people on the ground "terrestrials" and that people on the ground called them "extraterrestrials" — none of that feels like a coincidence.
"Zerxus" is very possibly related to King Xerxes. "Loquacious" literally means "talkative" and "Seelie" is one of the courts of the Feywild. "Nydas" is also very likely related to King Midas, a figure in Greek myth who could turn anything he touched to gold.
Loquacious' appearance is so incredibly gender. I love them so much.
Ooooh, Cerrit is an Inquisitive Rogue. I've never seen this archetype played before because its niches are so, so specific and very much not combat-oriented like most rogue archetypes, and it's great to see Travis finally play a character with incredibly high intelligence.
Very interesting that Vespin Chloras wasn't attempting to ascend to the place of a Prime Deity, but to the place of a Betrayer God. That leaves me with a couple questions, and gives some answers. That means that the previous god of death, who was usurped by the Raven Queen, was in fact a Prime Deity. It also implies either that the only way one can ascend is by replacing an existing god, or that the Raven Queen's rites were developed specifically to do that — meaning she would've had to have had some reason to want to usurp the previous god of death rather than just ascending and becoming an entirely new god.
Honestly, this setup makes so much sense and I love it. I can't wait to see where this goes. My guess is that what Chloras actually did was to achieve some kind of state between mortality and divinity, hence why he's infecting dreams and mirrors, and now he's going to go to the Betrayer Gods for help to finish the ritual in exchange for freeing them.
But what the fuck is Laerryn going to do with the bow fragment? She seemed to want to use it as a tuning fork for a Plane Shift spell, but if that bow belonged to a Solar, then the spell would likely take them to Elysium or Mount Celestia. Going to the engine that drives the entire city with it makes me think that she wants to bamf the entire city somewhere else, but why doesn't make sense, because she doesn't currently know that there is or believe that there could be a threat of war.
Anyway, very much looking forward to where this is going to go and I'm so glad that my term is over in time for me to actually pay attention to this <3
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blame it on the alcohol
summary: your boyfriend has been far too busy to enjoy time with you and some liquor. a break in filming allows for that to change.
fandom: austin butler
rating: m
pairing: austin butler x female reader
word count: 1266 this almost ended up short and then oops words
warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected, wrap it before you tap it, bc is not 100 percent effective ). drunk sex. an argument can be made for this being maybe dubious consent because they're both drunk but they're both consenting to each other and would if they were sober as well so.
author's note: welcome to day 28 of kinktober, drunk, giggly sex with austin butler. so apparently you give me a couch to write on versus a bed and i remember how to write faintly quickly. fascinating. everyone thank @ab4eva since SOMEONE requested this anonymously only to spill the beans later on. the austin/elvis fandom causes all of us to have no shame i swear. also i haven't been drunk in a hot minute ( i think i've managed tipsy like once or twice in the past 3 years ) so apologies for making them sound high or something instead. hope y'all enjoy!
The problem with dating Austin post Elvis being released is that he is monumentally busy. You knew this going into things, knew that there was a possibility that Elvis was going to skyrocket him into super stardom but you had thought maybe before it did that he wouldn't have back to back to back projects he had to film in between press for Elvis and existing as a mildly normal human being.
You don't mind, necessarily, because your own life and particularly your job has become a sort of hectic wasteland of neverending to do lists. Sure, you can handle it but you also very much would like to not have to handle it all the time. That particular desire might have led to the vacation time you have planned that coincided beautifully with a small and very miniscule break Austin has in filming. The vacation is really a staycation a simple weekend where you both can just indulge in spending time together in whatever form that would take even if it meant just spending all weekend in bed exploring each other's bodies. Truthfully that was kind of what you were hoping for when you had made the plans.
And yet, the universe has a way of changing things like that.
Austin doesn't drink a lot when he drinks, too aware that he usually needs to keep an eye out for his many female friends- that he needs to be their second set of eyes to keep anything from happening to their drinks but you're in a big enough group that it's alright for him to let loose. It's alright for his eyes to become a little hooded and his movements to become a little slower and less controlled. It's alright for him to look at you with this grin that makes him look at best 25, any tension he has in his face just disappearing in an instant. It's alright for you to be giggling against his chest, touching his nose and saying that he looks shiny in the lights of the club. It's alright for him to nuzzle at your neck and start to place open mouth kisses along your jaw. It's alright.
You look at him with a lazy grin, your hand tracing shapes on his chest. "Hi."
Any other time and Austin would be raising an eyebrow at your hi but he looks- you see his eyes filled with such fondness and joy it threatens to overwhelm you. He moves to kiss you softly. "Hi."
Staring at him, you're struck by a sudden urge to have your way with him, to drag him close to you and to ride him. Your eyes narrow just a little as you giggle. "Aus- baby, do you want to get out of here? Make friends with our bed. And each other?"
Austin pauses for a moment as he considers before answering you with his own giggle as he stands up and holds out a hand for you to grab so you can get up. "And each other. Are you propositioning me baby?"
You lower your voice- you think, in actuality you become about three decibels louder- to answer as you get up and find yourself pulled into Austin's embrace. "I am. I want to have sex with you, Mr. Butler. My hot hot boyfriend."
The group of friends you both went out with laugh at your statement with a few of them wincing in embarrassment before calling the two of you an uber back to your apartment. An apartment where you struggled with the door key but managed to get back inside and onto your bed with only one incident of Austin tripping over his pant leg trying to step out of it. Thankfully he only falls into your bed face first causing you to laugh almost uncontrollably for a minute before he attempts to glare at you only to start laughing himself as he crawls on top of you. You've been aroused since the club and he's been hard since the car so Austin wastes no time in entering you slowly, staring at your face as he does.
"Hi." He whispers, his hand moving to cup your face as he pulls you in for a kiss, his hips rutting against your pelvis slowly.
A giggle escapes you at how weird it is to be saying hi to him again, how weird it is to have someone say hi when they have their cock in you but it's endearing enough that you really truly can't help but giggle into Austin's kiss. "Hi."
He starts to move his hips a little quicker, one of his hands moving down to your hip to grip it. "You're pretty. So pretty. I'm so in love with you, you know that?"
You feel your body heat up more than it already was from the liquor at his words and you laugh softly, turning your head away from Austin his gaze seeming too much for your drunk self to handle. Still, you nod. "I do. You're pretty pretty too, handsome."
Austin's laughter had subsided a little the more he thrusted into you but at your comment he starts up again, his face scrunching up in mild confusion. "Am I handsome or pretty? Which one? I can't be both."
"You can!" You try and defend yourself, even as your hips move up to meet Austin's thrusts. "You can because you do."
"Sound argument." He tries to keep a straight face as his hand moves to play with your clit. "I don't know how I can argue against it."
"You can't." You nod solemnly before you feel the brush of Austin's fingers against your clit and hiss. "Aus- right there. I love you so much. I missed you and I love this."
Austin doesn't say anything, instead choosing to just look at you with a sense of awe and reverence that you've never quite seen on his face. In the back of your mind you figure it's liquor allowing his face to be just fully expressive. Another giggle escapes your lips until it's cut off by a groan as Austin does a particularly rough thrust. You almost are about to say something before you allow it to die on your lips, instead allowing yourself to enjoy Austin fucking you with both of you laughing every so often from your touches tickling the other and in one moment Austin sneezing because your hair tickled his nose. He doesn't give you a warning he's about to cum, instead just letting it happen, filling you with his cum as you follow him, clenching around him not too long after.
Austin flops on top of you, taking heaving breaths to try and get himself back to normal. You think he's done it and you're prepared to get him to pull out of you before you hear snoring. Austin had fallen asleep on you, your body shakes from the effort of trying to not laugh out loud at the fact that your boyfriend is currently asleep on top of you. You should push him off but you figure eventually he'll roll off of you realizing that his ass is still kind of exposed to the air and that while you're a pretty good pillow you don't quite compare to a real pillow. You feel your eyes start to droop as you trace shapes on Austin's back, the action working better than counting sheep at putting you to bed. You'll explain this to Austin later after you just sleep a bit.
Which you do, giggling even when you're completely sober.
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every single time you post about ace attorney i get excited because you understand all the characters in a cooler more intimate way than the rest of us. which made me want to ask! how do you feel about edgeworth choosing death? do you think it had any other meaning than his europe spring break girls trip? would love to hear ur thoughts on this one
oop saw this right before i went to bed and forgot to answer!
first of all thank you i think about them nonstop so at least my scholarly efforts are paying off
anyway i think that there's no way to read that as anything but, at the very least, an aborted suicide attempt. it is honestly quite baffling to me to see how many people Don't think about things in this manner. it isn't subtle. the game does just about everything it can do to tell you edgeworth wanted or tried to kill himself without actually saying that.
it is not any kind of coincidence that suicide and suicidal ideation are plot points in the case where edgeworth makes his return. it is even less of a coincidence that they have edgeworth use identical phrasing for talking about adrian's textual suicidal tendencies and his own actions earlier
farewell my turnabout does a REALLY good job of using the situation with celeste and adrian to parallel a ton of shit going on with the rest of the cast at once; franziska and edgeworth's betrayal/loss with their own mentor in mvk, franziska and phoenix's loss of edgeworth, all of theses characters previous tendencies to outsource their way of living to some external source or handed-down dogma rather than standing on their own that they then have to overcome during the game.
then there's everything about rfta, which pretty much exists as a case for two reasons: 1. show off cool ds capabilities with forensics minigames 2. retcon in more character perspective for edgeworth. everything in rfta is designed to make a more believable setup for edgeworth 'choosing death' in aa2.
primarily, what we see of edgeworth in this case is phoenix desperately trying to check in with him and see if he's doing alright, and edgeworth stalwartly refusing to give phoenix a straightforward answer as he gets more and more upset and beaten down. like they hit you over the head with how bad things are for edgeworth.
but i think the real critical thing about rfta is the fact that they go out of the way to show us that edgeworth writes a formal letter of resignation, and then doesn't go through with it. when ema and phoenix pick up the resignation note in edgeworth's office there's nothing about it that even remotely resembles a suicide note. and i really think that was done to emphasize that what edgeworth does after that is considerable different from tending his resignation. it also provides context for why the characters themselves believe it to be a suicide note.
and imo some of the most critical stuff comes right at the end of the case with this dialogue. like as much as edgeworth is wracked with guilt about the extreme measure's hes taken in the past, what's more important is that he's afraid of himself.
he's scared! he doesn't know what to do! and i think that so interesting particularly in the context of suicidal ideation because like. sometimes the only thing holding you back from going through with it is the fact that dying is the one thing more terrifying than everything about being alive. it's just a very real feeling that gets across to me here, yknow?
so basically i think it's safe to say that we're supposed to, with any level of critical thought, assume that edgeworth was at genuine risk of killing himself after lana's trial. he then either failed to do and took awhile to rebound from that, or backed off at the last minute and figured dropping off the grid to just sort of deal with his own headspace was a necessary prerequisite for even being able to look anyone he knew in the eye for several months afterwards
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Hi!
Ur sebaciel fic is such a good read, and there's relationship is explored in such detail.
When looking at their relationship, I think of how different yet similar they are and how they are learning from each other. If they had met each other previously I think they would be disgusting with one another. Ciel would be his innocent, naive self and Sebastian would be a regular terrible demon.
I think Sebastian still is evil and terrible, he is a demon ofc. However, we see Ciel is not put off by that as he found the plague incident funny. However, I think Ciels perception of Sebastian is still misconveived, just like many readers when we see him being a charming butler. I think if Ciel knew that he enjoyed watching him be tortured and assaulted, he wouldn't be able to look past that. Ofc sebastian doesn't enjoy it anymore as u mentioned, but I think that he still is an awful person, who could enjoy seeing a child violated and tortured? I think Ciel needs a reality check tbh.
I think if Ciel were to know the depths of Sebastians evilness, he would not be so trusting of him, and I think Sebastian is aware of this. I know Ciel has a dark side to him, but under no circumstances is it comparable to that of Sebastian, and he can only relate to him so much. However I think this is good character development for Sebastian since he will learn how to be less evil I guess, at least in front of Ciel.
Is there anything Sebastian won't do or lines he wont cross? Or is he just a immoral, evil, demon? I kind of like the latter more, it makes his progression more impactful.
Thank u if u read and respond 🥰 ik it's long rambling
Hello! Thank you so much, I'm glad you've been enjoying this twisted story!
Your question is very interesting. On the one hand, I think there are no lines Sebastian wouldn't cross as a demon. He has no morality, he thrives on darkness, pain and suffering as it's in his nature. On the other hand, he does seem to have some principles, which distinguishes him from other demons. For example, he's genuinely distraught when he fails at his duties. He is authentically respectful to Elizabeth and some other characters sometimes, and like he himself admitted in the anime, he grew tired of mindless destruction a while ago. If Sebastian has to torture and murder a child, he will do it without blinking, but he won't go out of his way to do it just for the sake of it. He finds the concept of pure evil boring, and this gives him depth.
In the context of his relationship with Ciel, I think Sebastian becomes even more interesting. Now it's not only about his instincts, it's also about meeting the needs of a person he cares about. I was recently discussing one of my favorite ships, Buffy/Spike, and what I said about them fully coincides with how I see Sebastian/Ciel: when it comes to love, Sebastian is a morality chameleon. He'll be as good or as evil as his beloved wants. If Ciel goes full-on villain who plots the destruction of the world, Sebastian will help him. If Ciel decides they'll be the saviors of every miserable person, Sebastian will follow him into this with no questions. Naturally, his own nature will shine through occasionally, but it'll be pretty tame, and most importantly, he won't mind. He'll be happy to do what Ciel wants (But Ciel will also never expect him to turn into the opposite version of himself - they are drawn together for a reason, after all).
Right now, Sebastian has an instinctive understanding of what Ciel finds acceptable, and his feelings have affected some of his perceptions of violence. The Sebastian who watched Ciel being tortured and violated with pleasure no longer exists: if he was in a similar situation now, watching some other child, he'd either feel indifferent or maybe even interfere because he'd immediately associate the victim with Ciel.
Regarding Ciel, I think he knows very well that Sebastian is a complete monster, but because of how Sebastian acts with him, Ciel's perception is indeed altered. The important thing is that he knows it - he even acknowledges it sometimes. He realizes that he's biased and that he's too used to Sebastian being his, which is one of the reasons why he usually doesn't want to know the details of his past life. Ciel would be shaken if he witnessed some of the grotesque acts of violence and pleasure Sebastian engaged in before, but it wouldn't change much in the long run. Ciel knows he shouldn't trust him, but his feelings are stronger - he's in too deep now.
I think Ciel and Sebastian could still grow interested in each other if they met earlier, at least in my story. The anime likely wanted to present the pre-fire Ciel as a totally innocent angelic boy: in this case, yes, he and Sebastian would be disgusted with each other. But I have a head-canon of Ciel always having some traces of darkness (hence the story of him almost getting Edward killed), and if Sebastian noticed him, he could be curious; he'd be intrigued by Ciel's potential, his cunning and his creative mind. Ciel would experience natural curiosity toward him, and who knows, they might have become some semblance of weird friends! Sebastian was an oddball even before they met, so this could be an interesting experience for him.
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A lot of the major communication issues can be solved by plot and character developments, which will trigger cascades of effects on Aziraphale, Crowley, and their relationship.
Aziraphale's apparent inability to listen to practically anything Crowley is saying? Originates from his assumption that he already knows what's best and a stubborn unwillingness to change his plans. Plot and character development stuff, like whatever he discovers in Heaven, can help him figure out he needs to work through that, and then he can go ahead and work through it to get to wherever he needs to be for the next part of the plot, and so on.
Crowley's apparent inability to tell Aziraphale what's going on? Originates from his attempts to keep Aziraphale safe. Now, because of Aziraphale's own beliefs, Crowley has been put in a situation where he CAN'T protect him, at least not by avoiding communication.
Communication doesn't exist in a vacuum, and it can evolve with other things about the characters.
This is a little more leaning on coincidence, so it would need to coexist with other developments, but I think there could easily be one major event that makes them both realize they haven't been communicating well. I've been imagining something like: Crowley and Aziraphale are both working on conspiracies to try to get through the Second Coming without destroying the world/thwart the Second Coming entirely/etc, but they discover that they have once again canceled each other's plans out - BY FUCKING ACCIDENT THIS TIME. They had the same goal, but because they weren't talking, neither of their independent plans worked! That could, potentially, kickstart a lot MORE talking. Including some much-needed bluntness.
So, on one hand, while there ARE communication issues, they are manifestations of other issues that can be resolved in the plot and character development, and therefore, we don't need six solid episodes of couples' therapy to resolve them. We need 5.95 episodes of grueling plot and character development interspersed with, yes, some talking, and then a few minutes in a sweet little cottage to tie it all together.
(As an aside, this is not a dig at couple's therapy. It's great for humans, or any sapient being who can take the time and energy for it. But these two have a little too much Heaven and Hell and Eternity and End-of-Days stuff going on.)
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A good Agent, or a Good Fucker... to me
Chapter Two - Cutting the loose ends
Pedro Pascal's character - Dave York - [DY] The Protector 2 / Equalizer 2
Dave York x Female Reader
Word Count: 2.9K
WARNINGS: {+18} Sex Language; SA; Fingers; Tongue; Nudity; Explicit Details; Oral Sex
A good Agent, or a Good Fucker... to me
It had been a few days since that ill-fated night when we lost Arjona, and even though we insisted on interrogating his security guard for hours on end, he wouldn't give us anything at all. Luckily, we managed to get him arrested for illegal possession of weapons, which would give us more time to get to Arjona.
Dave was as nervous as ever, I think the case was getting narrower than it should have been, and even so, I felt that on some days he acted better, acted like a human being in fact, taking me to a café every now and then when we had to stay up all night reading and re-reading piles of files and transcribed statements to catch something that might have slipped through.
I also noticed that Dave no longer answered his phone when Carol called, always leaving it on vibrate until it went to voicemail.
And on his finger, only the mark of his wedding ring...
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Two more weeks went by, questioning the security guard who ended up handing over three others who worked with Arjona...
But something still didn't add up, I already had the investigation picture etched in my mind, and I knew I had missed something, but what?
Dave had been quieter these last few days, always looking tired or worried, sometimes I felt sorry for him, I wanted to ask him what was going on... then I'd remember that I didn't care, and that he was an asshole, and the curiosity would wear off.
We didn't even talk about the kiss anymore, it was as if it had never existed, and so be it.
One more day in the office, locked in with Dave York snorting and nothing, that's when I decided to go through the folder from the interrogation of Arjona's security guard.
“ I FIND IT “ - I got up from my desk with a transcribed statement from Arjona's security guard and took it to Dave - “I knew he'd talked about this”
“ Where is it? ”
I threw the folder on his desk, pointed to the line already marked in yellow on the highlighter, sat down on the edge and read it to him while my finger followed the line.
“ Arjona was at a business meeting on February 9th in Seattle ”
“ Ta and what about it? ”
“ Don't you see? “ Going towards the investigation board - “On February 9, 4 women from Seattle disappeared, all with similar descriptions, we just need to link them to Arjona. Now here, in Ohio, in New York, all the dates match the fucking disappearance of women of their standard. This can't be a coincidence…”
“ Fuck “ - Dave banged on the table - “ We did it “
“ I did it, Dave…”
“ I thought we were a team” - Dave laughed - “ I'll give you credit this time Rookie, come on I'll get the warrant for Arjona tomorrow” - grabbing his suit
I preferred to ignore it and gather my things to leave too, it was already past two in the morning and the next day we'd have to be back at the office by 7.
Passing through the corridor, Agent Brown called Dave for a drink to round off the evening...
“ Come on Dave, you've only been working since you got back”
“ I can't make it today, I've got an unavoidable appointment…”
I pretended not to be listening, but WTF Dave have to do at two o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday? Not that I was interested, but... I'm a detective, right... and I'm very curious...
We got into the elevator and again I felt that tension...
“ Don't you want to know why I'm not drinking tonight?”
Sometimes I thought he could read my mind, but sometimes I was thankful that he couldn't, because every now and then I'd have thoughts that made me feel ashamed of myself...
“ Your private life doesn't interest me...agent”
Dave laughed, waving the car key around
“But since you want to tell me, go ahead, I seem to be your only friend…”
Dave shook a bunch of keys in his hands
“ I'm moving out”
Why was I happy with the news? I don't know, but I stopped myself.
“ Wow, good for you... so it's really over?”
“ Yes, it was already over, right? I was just putting off the inevitable? - Dave took a deep breath - Today I'll finish the last boxes…”
The elevator door opened in the garage
“ Good luck in your new life” - I said, heading towards my car, and Dave towards his.
“ And Rookie” - Dave called out to me, standing in front of his car - “Congratulations on today, you know, about the deposition…”
I just smiled and got in my car to go home.
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At seven in the morning we were already outside Lieutenant Jones' office with all the evidence needed for an arrest warrant for Arjona. It would take almost all day for everything to be approved, we couldn't go wrong, now it wasn't an ambush, we were really going to arrest him for having links to human trafficking.
We spent the day nervously waiting for the warrant to come through, and at times I struck up a conversation with Dave, trying to take my mind off the day...
“ Did you manage to finish your move yesterday?”
“ Yes, I didn't even sleep really, and finishing moving in the early hours of the morning was easy, you know... the girls”
“ Yes yes, did they react well to the divorce?”
“ I thought they'd take it worse, but not really... I just…” - Dave stopped talking, I could feel his eyes getting distant... - “I just didn't belong in that house anymore…”
I did want to ask him what had happened, but I felt so distant when I remembered what he had been through that I decided not to go into it.
“ It'll work out” - I whispered
“ Yes, it will” - Dave, with his super hearing, replied, heading for the door because there had been a knock.
“THE MANDATE, let's go.”
We had already bribed Arjona's security guard for his real address, because the one in the system was in an abandoned shed, and we offered to reduce the sentence for the information, but of course we wouldn't comply…
We were already in the car, it was close to eight in the evening when we rang the doorbell of Arjona's house... a huge fucking house, which probably cost millions…
“Yeah, trafficking women really pays” - Dave snorted, putting his hands on his hips
“ Man, it's amazing how you don't say a sentence right in life”...rolling his eyes
With the warrant and dozens of police officers surrounding the house, Arjona had little to do but give himself up, and he left in handcuffs, as he should have done.
That was it, that moment I wanted to live, that's why I came to the CIA.
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After leaving Arjona mouldering in the interrogation chair, saying that we'd be right back, but no, not until the next day, Dave asked me if I didn't want to celebrate by having a drink in the bar around the corner, where all the agents went, I'd been there twice before, nothing much, lots of people in suits in the same place, looking like that, nobody could tell if we were bankers, agents or lawyers...
But why not, I was ecstatic.
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We were on our third drink toasting Arjona's arrest, with our blazers off, him with his tie loosened, me with two buttons of my dress shirt open, some officers passing by and congratulating us on the arrest.
“ Wow, I haven't felt like this in a while” - Dave laughed as he took the last sip of his drink
“Like what? Like I've done something right in life, eh?”
“ Not dumb, free, and with a sense of accomplishment.”
“ That's why I joined the CIA, Dave, that's why I wanted to say no, but I'm proud of myself... of us, we did well!”
I knocked over his empty glass and finished my drink, ordering two more. I was already allowing myself to laugh for nothing, I wasn't drunk, far from it... but the joy of alcohol makes you, you know... connected.
“ You were a great Rookie, even the highlight of the mission for me was that day on watch…”
“ Wow, that day was terrible” - I smoothed my hair back - “We lost the guy”
“ And you kissed me” - Dave said as he picked up the drinks that the bartender had placed on the counter.
“ Huh? No sir, you kissed me, don't give me that…”
“Okay, I'll accept the blame because there wasn't much to do there”
“Actually, there was plenty to do there, Dave…”
“ Really?” - Dave bit the corner of his mouth
“No” - wide-eyed - “not the way you're thinking” - laughing
“Since I'm on my fourth drink, I'll allow myself a confession.”
“ Wow, confessions from Dave York, interesting”
“It's been over a year since I... you know…”
“I don't know, tell me…”
“I don't…” - Dave took a deep breath - “You know I was getting divorced, right, working on the case…” - Dave scratched his forehead, a little embarrassed...
“ I get it, Dave, so... for me it's been six months…”
“ Impossible” - Dave looked astonished - “In just the time I've been with you here, 4 agents have already tried to win you over…”
“I was focused, I wanted to join the CIA…”
A silence and that tension again, I decided to go to the bathroom, I needed to at least wet the back of my neck to see if it was really fire or the drink coming up... in the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror while wetting my hands and rubbing the back of my neck with the cold water... what was I doing?
Acting like a teenager, and especially with my work partner? But why had they put me with such a hot agent?
I ran a wet hand over my face and felt my cheeks burn as I remembered Dave sitting on the chair in those black dress pants that showed off his whole body...
Focus... I took a deep breath
As I left the bathroom to return to the bar, I bumped into Dave
“Hi... I was just coming back”
“Go on, I'll be right back”
The problem was that the space was too small for two people to pass at the same time, I tried to go when he tried to come and we were kind of close there, not close, but very close, I didn't feel anything but Dave's hands pulling me by the waist and the other on the back of my neck
“Fuck” - Dave whispered
Dave carried me backwards into the bathroom while he glued his mouth to mine, my arms still unresponsive, still down, I heard him kick the door shut with his foot and all I could say was
“Lock it…”
As Dave released me to lock the door, he stopped and asked
“Are you sure, Rookie?”
“Don't ask Dave…”
Dave pulled me to him by the hand, hugging me, his arms wrapped around my body and my mouth stuck to his, I felt one of his hands under my hair, guiding my head and the other hand going down to my ass and squeezing me against him, he gasped into my mouth and I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around his neck, I could feel his erection growing more and more as he pulled me and rubbed me against him.
His tongue played with mine and I felt him sucking me, playing with my tongue as I had done with him in that kiss in the car...
I took the hand he had on my ass and moved it up to the side of my chest. Dave moaned softly as I squeezed my left breast with his hand, teaching him exactly how I liked it done, biting his lower lip lightly as he smiled.
As our hands squeezed my left breast, I moaned softly and gasped into Dave's mouth...
He turned me around, reversing the positions we were in, his mouth leaving mine while he moved down to my neck, I moaned softly as I dug my nails into his back, Dave returned to my mouth, turned me around, my body against the door, and my face too, I felt him rubbing his erection against my ass, I felt his breath in my ear...
“I've been wanting to tell you for weeks," he said, brushing my hair away from my neck, "that your ass is incredible and that I even forget what I have to do when I see you standing there, looking at the picture," nibbling on my ear.
“And what stopped you from saying it?” I whispered as I pulled him tighter around my waist.
Dave rubbed his cock against my ass a few times and moaned low in my ear, he turned me around, hunting for my mouth, my right hand went down to his pants, while he opened the buttons of my shirt, my hands trembled trying to open his belt, then his pants, when I felt I could get my hand inside, I just slipped it in slowly, grabbing his cock, which I was feeling, thick, barely fitting in my closed hand, Dave moaned a little louder when he felt my touch. He rested his forehead on mine, his eyes closed... one arm resting on the door...
“I think... I have another confession... to make” - He moaned as I stroked his cock, slowly, up and down, still inside his briefs
“Another Dave York confession?” - Kissing his neck, running my tongue down to his ear and back...
“I... I…” - Dave moaned as I sped up my movements - “On the day...aaaarf”
“Yes, tell me” - holding my body to his so that my groin would help put pressure on my hand while I played with him.
“I... got home, and I couldn't resist... “- Dave gasped - “I had to... you know”
“You know what? You came thinking about me, didn't you?”
“Yes” - Dave put his mouth on mine and moaned
“And it was nice for you?”
“It was, but let's just say” - Dave pulled in a breath and threw his head back - “Let's just say that your hand is much better…” - holding me by the chin and moaning into my mouth...
“It's not just my hand that's good, Dave” - he finished unzipping his pants, pulling down his underpants a little
“No? You're not going to…”
When I pulled Dave's underpants down further, I felt his cock pop upwards, hitting his belly on top of his shirt, the red head completely wet with pre-cum, I spread it more with my thumb while Dave bit his own lips
“I think I'm the one who has a confession to make now…” I turned Dave around, leaning him against the door - “Ever since the day I felt your erection in that fight of ours, I've wanted to know what you tasted like…”
Dave just smiled as I bent down, I felt one of his hands gathering my hair, still holding his cock, I ran the tip of my tongue over the head, circled it again with my tongue now taking all of it, Dave moaned, I started to put it in my mouth carefully, each time I took it out of my mouth and back in, I swallowed a few more centimeters until I reached where my hand was, holding the base of his penis.
“Take your hand off Rookie, I want to see how far you can take it”
I just lowered my hands to his thighs and smiled, I've always loved a challenge, Dave pulled me by the hair I was holding, and took my head back, then shoved it back into my mouth, I felt the head hit the back of my throat, my eyes watered, Dave held me there for a few seconds while I moaned almost in supplication...
He pulled out of me again, as his cock came out of my mouth, I took the opportunity to play with my tongue, I could feel Dave's legs shaking with arousal as he moaned my name. For the first time... he was saying my name, he was moaning my name…
I let go of his hand, I didn't need him to guide me, I knew what I was doing, while I was making his cock disappear into my mouth, I heard Dave asking me to stop, because he couldn't take it... I kept going, I wanted to see that man cumming and calling my name, but Dave grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me off him, squeezing hard and lifting me up. Looking into my eyes.
“I told you to stop” - Dave said harshly through his teeth... does that mean he liked being obeyed? I'd love to play this game
Dave, still leaning against the door, turned me around and pressed me to his body while one of his hands opened the button of my pants. Dave quickly slid down my pants, reaching my panties. I threw my head back against his chest and spread my legs a little wider. Dave barely slipped one of his fingers into my pussy and moaned in my ear.
“Wow, you're so wet, it's delicious." Slipping another of his thick fingers inside me, reaching my clit now and making small circles, right where my vibrator touched when I thought of him, I moaned his name quietly.
“Dave…”
“Princess, there's something vibrating in you and it's not me”
“My phone... Don't you dare stop…”
I reached for my phone in my back pocket, five missed calls, how the hell did I not feel that?
"Okay” - trying to keep my breathing normal, while Dave circled my clit and then moved his finger down and back up to my clit, while kissing my neck - HOW IS HE GOING TO PAY THE BAIL??” - I slapped Dave's hand to get him to stop and take his hand away... - “We're coming back..."
“FUCK!!!” - I exclaimed as I zipped up my pants - “Arjona is asking for the right to bail and that it doesn't matter how much it is, he'll pay it, come on…”
“Really?” Dave used to put his hands on his waist when he got nervous...
“YEP” - closing the buttons of my blouse, I saw Dave gasp with disappointment as he got ready to leave...
Before opening the door, Dave looked at me for a few seconds, pulled me to him, causing me to let out a low squeal, then pressed his mouth to mine in a kiss while my hands rested on his chest...
“Now we can go, princess…”
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Chapter Three - You Can't Handle The Truth
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Just read through your "watch" posts. And despite thinking that it's too much of a coincidence, I still think applying Occam's Razor is best.
Harkening everything Jimin and Jungkook do or are surrounded by back to their relationship borders on insanity. They can exist without constantly thinking about each other even if they are in a relationship.
Sometimes, a tattoo of two letters doesn't have deeper meaning.
Sometimes, a clock just stops working without the wearer noticing [because most of us use the phone anyway].
Jikookers always jumping on these "oh that's a secret message about xyz" trains, makes me believe in Jikook less than highlighting actually proven gestures. It makes Jikookers more into Taekookers than any of us want by turning nothing into something.
Hello anon. Thank you for passing by my blog and share your thoughts. (They are talking about my two previous post about the watch that Jimin wore in his live on Jungkook’s birthday: the first one here and the second one here, in case you want to know what is this post about).
I agree with you, we don’t need to analyze everything they do. They can do things without having any intention or being a secret message. I agree, really, and if it had happened in any other date I wouldn’t have share this idea because probably I wouldn’t have found it relevant. But you know what? I’m here to have some fun, I’m here to share the things that I notice and my thoughts about it, not to demonstrate anything. Jikook had done it by themselves already.
And naming taekookers here, well, the difference is that if Jimin came live saying it was an accident and he forgot to set his watch to the correct time I would believe him in a heartbeat. If he were walking hand in hand with a girl openly I would stop shipping him with other person automatically. I’m not here trying to proof that Jungkook is a Christmas tree in a group photo just to convince everybody that they are in a relationship lol.
I already explain why in my opinion this coincidence is very unlikely to be just a coincidence given the date when it happened and the circumstances around it. I talked about this theory because it’s not that crazy. It’s not about trying to be the more delusional in the room. If there were an obvious explanation that would make sense I would embracing it, really. But Jimin does use the clock to watch the time (as I stated in my second post) and the watch was perfectly working in the live, so the obvious justifications are discarded. Even you said it yourself anon: “despite thinking is too much of a coincidence”.
But once again this is just a theory and it’s just my humble opinion. It’s completely fine if you believe in something else anon. With all the respect, if you prefer just a compilation of cute moments and talk about more tangible things then maybe this blog is not your place and you should expend your time somewhere else.
In this situation where we don’t have more information and both of us aren’t omitting data that proofs the contrary, both opinions are equal valid. It’s up to you. Once again I didn’t come here to convince anybody, I’m not sharing this on the army timeline for everybody to call us “crazy”, I’m not using it against any ship. I’m just here sharing my thoughts with my fellow jikookers to have some fun and learn new things about Jikook. Who knows, maybe in one of my rants somebody brings actual data that helps me to confirm or discard some of my ideas. I could be wrong. That’s the enjoyable part of all of this, I’m not presenting my theory as an universal truth, but a way to exchange facts and ideas, to learn something new or to confirm something that I already knew.
So yes, anon, I agree with you: making silly theories out of the blue just to proof something as others shippers do maybe is not the right thing to do and all of us know that we don’t need it, BUT discuss some ideas based on facts just to have some fun, trying to bring new points of view on the table and respecting the truth and data that we have is something that could be really enriching if you give it a chance. You would be surprise.
Until next time 🙋🏻♀️
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