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scalingsvt8thusiast · 22 days

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Wait for your love (angst)

summary: you wait in silence, waiting for wonwoo to finally love you

inspired by Ariana Grande's We Can't be Friends (AKA Wait for your love)

a/n: I wrote this in a fever dream, some suggestive themes but nothing much apart from that. It's a 2 part fic. so look out for part 2 I guess :D

I didn’t think you’d understand me

You remembered the first interaction you had with Wonwoo. You had asked him for help with some maths question back in high school.

“I don’t think that’s the right answer…” You whispered, watching him flush red as he rummaged through his pencil case clumsily looking for his eraser.

“My maths isn’t very good!” He cried, erasing the answer that was so far off.

“Oh! How about we try this!” You stuck your tongue out as you worked on the question using another method.

The both of you flipped to the back of the book to check the answer. You remembered the look of awe Wonwoo gave you when your answer was right.

Wonwoo was the quiet kid, the one who sat at the last row of class, always looking out the window, not paying attention in class. He wasn’t a star student or an athlete so on the popularity scale he was basically non-existent. You weren’t far off either. Pigtails and braces meant you weren’t much higher than him on that god-forsaken scale. But that’s what brought the two of you together.

After that first interaction, you started warming up to your quiet seatmate. You joined him in the cafeteria, asked him out on study dates, even dragging him to his first hangout. You liked to think that he just accepted his fate, the two of you were destined to be friends.

Somewhere along the line of your friendship, you started developing feelings for the scrawny boy. You couldn’t pin point exactly when or what caused your infatuation. You just remembered realising his facial features were so sharp, his shoulders were so broad and his hands were so large and warm. Was it when your hands met in the popcorn tub during the Star Wars reruns at your local cinema? Was it when you stared too deeply into his eyes during a round of cards? Was it when he picked you up and ran a whole lap around the park to prove a point?

You couldn’t remember. But it felt like you had been liking him for the longest time.

I’ll wait for your love

Everything changed after graduation.

The break before university was due to start, you had gone off to stay with relatives in Paris while Wonwoo had gone off to stay with his brother in Seoul. The two of you were scheduled to attend the same universities, even scheduled to live together. It was only natural considering how long you two had been friends. He would arrive from Seoul first and you were due to arrive 2 weeks after, just in time for the first day of school.

You were thoroughly surprised by the boy man who greeted you at the front door.

“Wonwoo?” You said, blinking rapidly.

Where was the scrawny, skinny boy you were familiar with? Who replaced him with this tall, handsome and extremely well built man?

“Y/n!” Wonwoo beamed at you, immediately helping you with your bags.

You were momentarily taken aback by his voice. His high pitched, nasally voice had developed into a deep baritone.

“How was Seoul?” You had managed to croak out, still dumb struck by the massive change your best friend went through.

“Great. I actually met quite a few friends in the same uni.” Wonwoo’s eyes held an excited glint.

You hummed, wondering how your anti-social and shy friend had managed to become a social butterfly.

You should have known that was the first sign of the inevitable downfall of your friendship.

Throughout the next few weeks, you were busy trying to get settled into your new life while Wonwoo was busy partying his life away. He would leave each night and return at wee hours of morning.

You remembered the first time you went to pick him up.

“Y/n,” He drawled over the phone.

You turned to check the clock, it was 4AM. “Wonwoo?”

“Can you come-,” A loud cheer erupted in the background. “Can you come get me?”

“Oh, ok!” You said, pushing your blanket aside. “Text me the add-,”

He hung up.

DING

You received the location from him.

Trying to look as presentable as possible, you hopped into your car. Driving to your best friend with Google Maps as guidance.

You arrived at the party, expecting Wonwoo to be waiting for you by the road, ready to leave. But he was nowhere to be found. Wonwoo wasn’t waiting for you in front of the house, he wasn’t even standing with the groups of people near the front door.

You tried his phone again but you were sent straight to voicemail. You jumped out of the car and went into the house. You tried your best to push through the multitudes of drunk people, looking for your best friend. Finally you found him, playing beer pong and boy, did he suck.

“Won?” You said, coming up next to him.

“Y/N!” He shouted, throwing his arms around you, dragging you into his chest for a hug.

“Won, let’s go.” You coaxed, your nose crinkled from the strong stench of alcohol.

“Everybody!” Wonwoo bellowed, “This is my friend! Y/N!”

You were horrified as everybody turned to look at you. You gave an awkward smile and squeezed his arm.

“Wonwoo, let’s go, please.” You begged, you had a class in 2 hours and you wanted to get home in time for at least 1 more hour of sleep.

“But y/n, you just got here!” Wonwoo whined, he pouted.

“Oh God, Woo, please.” You implored, biting your lip. You weren’t comfortable, you didn’t know anybody here and you had an overgrown child hanging onto you.

“Okay,” Wonwoo quipped. “But only because you asked nicely.”

That was how you managed to get your housemate home.

Wonwoo never apologised. He didn’t speak to you the whole week, he kept himself shut in his room while you went about your day. You tried knocking on his door, offering some food you had made but he never responded.

After that incident, you noticed that he would do it more often. He would call you at odd hours of the morning, asking you to come pick him up, flirt with you then subsequently pass out on the couch.

You found yourself getting hopeful. You deluded yourself into thinking that Wonwoo was doing this because you were the only person he trusted. You just had to wait a little longer for him to realise his feelings for you. You just had to wait.

“Y/n, I love you soooo much,” Wonwoo slurred, you had slung one of his arms around your shoulder, walking him to your car.

“Won, please.” You said, trying your best not to be effected by his empty words. You pushed him against the car while you fumbled for your car keys.

Suddenly you felt your world spin, when it stopped you were face to face with your best friend. Wonwoo had flipped you over, your back now pressed against the car, his arms to your sides, caging you. His face was a whole ten centimetres away from yours. You could feel his breath on your face, your heart beat rapidly rising, one of your hands gripping his bicep to keep yourself steady.

“Y/n, you’re so pretty.” He muttered, he placed a hand on your cheek. His eyes were on your lips. His tongue licking his own.

“You’re drunk.” You whispered, you used all your strength to push against his chest.

He didn’t move. Next thing you know, his lips were on yours.

That was how you lost your first kiss to your best friend.

You cling to your papers and pens, wait until you like me again

After that kiss (wherein he subsequently passed out on you), Wonwoo seemed to avoid you even more.

He no longer called you when he needed a ride home, instead his friends would send him home. You had met 3 of his friends: Mingyu, Vernon and Seungcheol. They each seemed to take turns dragging Wonwoo’s drunk ass into the house. Surprisingly they would all be sober each time. Which made you wonder if Wonwoo just had a habit of calling random people to send him home.

“Y/n?” Wonwoo’s voice came.

You shot up from the dining table, you had just been busy revising for your upcoming tutorial. Wonwoo never spoke to you, so this was a shock.

“I was wondering,” He cleared his throat, “could you help me with this?”

You blinked, he was holding a few pieces of paper.

“Sure!” You chirped, a little too cheerily.

Of course you would help your best friend. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t spoke to you in months. It didn’t matter that he had ignored you when you tried to wave at him on campus. It didn’t matter that he pretended not to know you among his new friends.

Wonwoo was your best friend, so you were going to bury your feelings and help him.

“Thanks.” He smiled.

That smile that made your stomach do a summersault. That smile that threw you back to your teenage years, when he would smile at you and only you.

It became a routine. He only spoke to you when he needed help with work. Even though you weren’t in the same course as him, you found yourself studying up on what he needed, just so you could help him.

You found yourself staying up late, studying for both your finals as well as his finals. Just so when he came home the next day from some party, you could help him.

You helped him because that was the only chance you had to speak to him.

You helped him because that was the only time he showed you any attention.

You helped him because you loved him.

Just wanna let this story die

Wonwoo brought a girl home.

It was 4AM in the morning, you were cramming for your exams the next day after looking through Wonwoo’s materials for his tutorial the day after. You could literally feel your head overheating with all the knowledge you were shoving into your brain. You stood up, deciding to stretch out your unused muscles when you heard the front door open. It was opened with so much force that the door banged onto the wall, causing you to jump.

“Wony!!!” You heard a voice, it wasn’t that low voice you so loved from your house mate. It was a high pitched squeal which you were sure your house mate could not have produced.

A yelp could be heard followed by loud shushes.

You pushed your door open a smidge, peeking out into the hallway.

You blood ran cold.

Right by the front door was Wonwoo, making out with a girl.

You could feel a lump growing in your throat as you shut your door. You closed your eyes, trying your best to erase the sight. The image of your best friend’s lust-ladened eyes, arms encircled around another girl, lips on hers was burnt forever your memory.

You felt yourself crumple against the floor. Your stared blankly into space for what felt like hours. The pit in your stomach grew with every second that passed. When you finally found the energy, you crawled over to your bed. Tears seeped from the corner of your eyes as you buried your face into your pillow. Trying to muffle the loud moans and groans coming from the other room. You brought a hand to your mouth, trying not to make a sound as you cried yourself to sleep.

So for now it’s only me, and maybe that’s all I need

“He’s a fucking asshole.” Chan cursed.

You smiled weakly at your friend. The two of you sat in a booth at Chan’s favourite bar. You didn’t drink but he did. Chan had forced you out after you refused to leave your room for weeks.

“He knows you have feelings for him.” Chan hissed. “There’s no fucking way he doesn’t.”

You shrugged. After much pestering, you had finally relayed everything to Chan. Everything. From when you first met Wonwoo to when he brought a girl home.

“I thought I would wai-,” You voice came out as a whisper, ashamed.

“Please don’t tell me. Wait?” Chan finished for you, tilting his glass of beer towards you.

“Yup.” You said with a sigh.

“Why wait for someone like him? Why wait for someone who doesn’t even care about you?” Chan said, sounding angrier and angrier by the second.

His question stung. Deep down, you didn’t want to admit it, but you knew Wonwoo didn’t care about you. You knew he was just using you, keeping you around only because you made his life convenient.

“Move out.” Chan demanded.

“What?” You blurted, “Chan, I can’t just move out!”

“Yes you can.” Chan pointed to himself. “Move in with me, I have a spare room!”

“But what about Wonwoo?”

“What about that asshole?” Chan rolled his eyes.

“I can’t just leave him like that.” You said, exasperated. You weren’t about to leave your best friend alone.

“Why not?” Chan argued. “You think he won’t do the same to you? He’ll drop you the first chance he gets, y/n.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. You loved Chan but there were times when he was too blunt.

“Chan, please.” You whispered, tears started rolling down your eyes.

“Ok, I’m sorry.” Chan immediately panicked. “I’m sorry I said that.”

He moved to sit next to you, rubbing your back as you sobbed into your bowl of fries.

You moved out the next day, without so much as a goodbye to your childhood friend.

a/n2: not very good at writing, quality is absolute crap imo considering i wrote this in under an hour. anything you guys think I should improve in lmk!

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saphira-approves · 2 months

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Okay no I’m not done talking about swords, and their names, because sword names are IMPORTANT okay and they MEAN THINGS—

I rambled in the tags of this post about Eragon and Murtagh naming/renaming their swords to be positive, compared to their fathers’ respective negative sword names, but I want to go further into it.

First is the obvious one, Morzan’s Zar’roc, Misery, and Murtagh’s Ithring, Freedom. I’m almost certain Morzan names his sword as an offensive measure—and I don’t mean offensive as in insulting, I mean it in the combat sense. It’s a curse, almost, upon his enemies: any opponent he faces with this blade will be struck by misery, literally. But one thing we know about Morzan: he’s not particularly wise, and even his best works backfire on him. We see it with Selena, and his confidence that she loves him too much to betray him, so he never warded against her. He named his sword Misery, and Misery is all it brought him: he joined Galbatorix, brought the downfall of the Order, and lost his dragon to nameless madness; he killed Brom’s dragon, making an enemy of the man who once had idolized him and sealing his own demise by Brom’s hand; he threw Misery at his own child and pushed his wife to betray him, which ultimately led to the downfall of everything he had ever worked for. Talk about a curse. He upheld Misery, and Misery came right back to bite him in the ass.

And then Brom took Misery from him, and sequestered it away, and eventually gave it to Eragon without telling him its meaning; and Eragon wielded it without knowing its meaning or history, trying his best to do good with it, and even when he did learn its history and its name he resolved to work to give it a better legacy. After all, a good sword is a good sword. But Murtagh, Morzan’s son and heir, was not done with Misery, bore too painful a scar from Misery to let it go—he took Misery from Eragon and claimed it as his own, claiming his birthright, yes… but taking Misery away from Eragon, in the very same moment that he also protected Eragon from capture and forced servitude, the fate that had befallen Murtagh himself. Complicated as feelings all around may have been, intentional as the act itself may or may not have been, Murtagh here is very much intentionally shouldering that burden. He fully believed that Eragon was another son of Morzan, he could have easily justified rejecting that part of his history and his father’s legacy and offloading it on his younger brother, and yet he didn’t. He took it for himself and declared it his own.

And then he called it Freedom.

After enduring torture and enslavement and a hundred other humiliations, he took Misery in hand and said, no. I do not uphold you. I do not fight for you. I fight for Freedom, for my own and my loved ones’, and for the Freedom of all. He looked at the horror of his past and refused to let it define him. He looked at his father’s mistakes and refused to be bound to them. He took a name of offense, of attack and hostility, and changed it to a name of preservation, of defense, of peace.

And then there’s Eragon, with Brisingr, Fire, and Brom’s mysterious Undbitr, Void-biter. At first glance it may seem that they have absolutely nothing to do with each other, but I would not be here if I wasn’t going to loudly and fervently declare otherwise.

My guess for Brom’s reasoning of naming his sword Undbitr would be somewhere between edgelord teenager antics (look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t have wanted a sword name Void Biter at twelve years old) and his admiration for Morzan, who named his sword the simple yet devastatingly clever Misery. Void-biter, bite of death, the bite that would send his opponents to the void. To darkness, to nothingness, to anti-life and anti-hope. A sword lost after his dragon’s death, never seen again, and yet Brom himself succumbs to the bite of his own personal void: he dedicates himself to vengeance, throws everything he has of himself into orchestrating Morzan’s downfall, and the downfall of Galbatorix and the rest of the Forsworn for good measure. It’s implied, from Brom’s own admission of fearing his son would hate him and Oromis’s discussion of his near-suicidal madness after Saphira’s death, that revenge is all Brom lived for until he met Selena—and even after he met her and fell in love with her, I suspect his need for vengeance is what ultimately decided the events leading both to Morzan’s death and Selena’s doomed reunion with Murtagh. Brom may have lost Void-biter, but the void consumed him anyway.

And then there’s Eragon. Yes I’ve said that already but if anything can sum up these books, it’s And then there’s Eragon. The first spell he learns is fire. A dangerous force, certainly, one that can easily break control and wreak untold havoc and destruction, but what force of nature doesn’t fall into that category? He could easily have learned, and thus be represented by, wind or ice or lightning, or even just pain or break. But he didn’t, and he’s not. He wields fire. A force of nature, a destructive weapon… but also the foundation of a home, fire in the hearth; the fuel of invention, to shape metal and glass; and most importantly, a light in the dark, the hope of dawn in the long cold night. Eragon names his sword Brisingr, and it’s not merely a weapon: it is a beacon. His father was consumed by darkness, but Eragon is the one who guided him back to the light, who gave him something to live for after he had defeated his enemy and lost his love; Eragon was the figurehead of the rebellion, the spark that drove a passive resistance into the blaze of true revolution; and now Eragon builds the new hearth of the Dragon Riders, to tend and defend it for future generations.

What a change from misery and the void.

Fire, and freedom. Hope, and peace. Family, and love.

I think Selena would be very proud of her sons.

#inheritance cycle #christopher paolini #eragon shadeslayer #murtagh (inheritance cycle)#brom (inheritance cycle)#selena (inheritance cycle)#morzan (inheritance cycle)#saph scribbles #murtagh spoilers #very light but still there #im normal about these books im so normal about these books (lying)#need a murtagh and eragon reunion STAT i need eragon to be all mushy and proud of murtagh for his growth as a person #while murtagh is VERY uncomfortable and fully expecting to be kicked out but refusing to say anything because the hugs are nice even #if he won’t actually admit it

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honeybeefae · 2 years

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Desperate Times (Azriel x Archeron!Reader)

Summary// While tending to Elain's garden you come across a mysterious flower with an even more mysterious pollen. As the effects of it start to hit you, you have to fend for yourself to get the edge off...or do you?

K!inktober Prompt: SEX POLLEN // Creampie // Sexting

(HERE IT IS!! 5,423 words and we have arrived. This story is obviously 18+ and contains LOADS OF SMUT!! So minors, DNI! However, I basically wrote a mini story so it also contains some major fluff and minor angst! I hope everyone enjoys it, thank you so much for reading!)

WARNINGS: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT! Dubcon (the sex pollen kind but they talk it out), pinv, eating out, bjs, no safe sex here, wing touching, mutual pining, minors DNI!

Tag List: @marimorena06 , @mystic-scripture

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Elain had given you a simple task while she was away with Lucien. Tend the garden. It wasn’t hard to do and if you were being honest, you loved watering the flowers and trimming the plants. That was one of the few things you had in common with your older sister.

Being the youngest Archeron sister had its many, many downfalls. You were only seventeen when Feyre had been taken by Tamlin, fulfilling her destiny while you desperately searched for yours. During that time you tried your best to look for her, learning what little Nesta and Elain were able to teach so that you could find a way for your family.

However, it wouldn’t have ever been enough to stop Hybern’s soldiers from finding your family and dragging you to the Cauldron as a sacrifice. That day will forever live in your mind, the looks on everyone’s face as the three of you were thrown into the brutally cold water.

You survived despite the odds, as did your sisters. It was a cruel twist of fate when Nesta and Elain got gifts bestowed on them while you were left the short end of the stick. As always.

It didn’t hurt you too much though, you were used to being in the shadows. They kept you company when it got to be too much and you were grateful for it, for them. You didn’t need nor want to be seen as Feyre, Nesta, and Elain were.

But there were a pair of eyes on you that you could never shake off. Rhysand’s notorious Shadowsinger.

Azriel.

Ever since you had been pulled from the Cauldron he had watched you. At first, it unnerved you, this Illyrian spy hovering over you while his shadows whispered into his ear, but now it just feels like you’ve pissed him off in some way.

A small part of you had wondered if you were mates, especially since when Nesta and Elain were Made, the bond for their mates snapped in place. The bigger part of you knew though that if you were mates he would’ve revealed it by now.

Unless he didn’t want you.

Something sharp started to hurt in the middle of your chest at the thought. You were already lonely enough, not wanting to bother your sisters with your troubles as it seemed everyone was finally happy. Except for you.

“You’ve been washing that dish for five minutes now.” A low voice stated behind you, making you drop it back into the sink. You knew who it was before you even turned around.

“Lost in thought I guess.” You replied, shrugging half-heartedly while turning to face Azriel. He was dressed in his typical Illyrian leathers, wings tucked in and arms crossed.

Those hazel eyes were holding some kind of emotion that made you shrink back and as you did, the shadows around him seemed to flinch as well.

“Why are you-” Azriel began.

“I’m gonna-” You started.

A blush crept up your cheeks from embarrassment. You licked your lips, not noticing how his eyes followed the movement, before leaning to grab the watering can. “I’m going to go tend to the garden. If you need anything, I’ll be out here.”

You pushed through the back door before Azriel could reply, taking a deep breath when the fresh air hit your nose. The sun felt warm against your skin and it helped ease your worries about what was surely watching you from the kitchen window.

After filling the watering can you make your way to the gate, pushing it open with a creak and letting it shut behind you. This garden was Elain’s pride and joy and for good reason.

Flowers and plants of all shapes and sizes were in bloom, trimmed, and cared for to perfection. She spent most of her time here and has been in a mood since she realized she’d have to start all over again at her and Lucien’s new house. You were still stuck at the townhouse so you had promised her to take care of it as best as you could.

It was actually doing pretty well. You were very proud that you hadn’t killed a single one. Elain still technically lived here but she was letting you handle the reigns at the moment.

The wind lightly blew your hair back as you got to the last section of the garden, shadows dancing in the sun. As you bent down to get the ones in the back you noticed a new flower that hadn’t been there before.

It was a beautiful shade of pink and white, the colors swirling like marble. There was also golden dust on the edges of its petals that seemed to twinkle in the sun. You were almost positive that it wasn’t a weed but at the same time you had never seen this type of plant, even back in the mortal lands.

A sweet smell hit your nose and before you could blink you had reached out to pet the petals. As you touched them, the golden pollen stuck to your fingers. It caused a strange buzz to fill your head and body which had you almost falling onto your ass.

You felt extremely lightheaded and placed a hand across your forehead to take your temperature. That was a mistake though because the pollen traveled with you and fell across your face and nose, making your skin sweat and burn much faster.

“What the hell was on that flower?” You questioned slowly, heart thumping in your chest. The light and sounds around you were almost too much for your senses and something clicked in the back of your foggy mind.

Have I been poisoned?

It would make sense. A strange flower shows up, the pollen is making you dizzy and hot, it could’ve been anyone that put it there. Were you the target? Or was it Elain?

A sharp cramp twisted your lower stomach and you dropped the can, spilling the water across the stones. “No, no, no…” You gasped, looking around frantically. No one was here or else they would’ve heard you, would’ve noticed your pain. You were pretty sure Azriel had gone on some errand as well, leaving you completely alone.

You needed to get inside and find something to cure you. The clock was ticking yet you didn’t even know when it would be up. The Mother seemed to hate you.

The feeling was mutual.

Your skin was practically on fire, sweat soaking your face and clothes. The second you made it to the back door was when a new symptom hit you, drawing a new reaction out of you.

Azriel’s scent was still lingering in the kitchen and when the smell of cedar and mist hit your nose a huge gush of arousal went immediately to your sex. It had you clenching your thighs together from the force of it, drool collecting in your mouth.

Using all the strength you could muster you practically crawled to your room on the bottom floor, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary. You stood on wobbly legs and immediately stripped yourself down to get at least a little relief.

All of your thoughts started to turn to mush as you swayed side to side, falling back onto your large bed. Images of Azriel started to flicker behind your closed eyelids and you moaned again.

His bare chest while he trained, the shadows curling around his arms, the way his wings stretched after a long flight. Each picture made you wetter and wetter until you couldn’t take it anymore.

Whatever was in the flower had turned you into a mindless whore, sex was the only thing on your mind at the moment. You had never felt so tightly wound in your life. Hell, your only sexual experience was with a local boy when you were sixteen.

Realization hit you like a ton of bricks, momentarily stopping your inappropriate thoughts. It wasn’t a poisonous flower at all…it was a fertility flower. You had read about them in books from the continent where it explained that pollen was used in wedding gifts and mating rituals.

The next thing you realized was that there wasn’t a cure for this. You would have to ride this out for however long it stayed in your body. If you remembered correctly, the fastest way to fix this was to have your mate help.

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t have one. This was something you needed to fix by yourself.

So, with shaky fingers, you ran two fingers down your pussy, your juices easily lathering them completely. It seemed so dirty to be doing this to yourself, in the middle of the day when anyone could walk in.

When Azriel could walk in.

You groaned at the thought and plunged those two fingers into your waiting hole, hips rising off the bed at the euphoria. A small trickle of guilt went down your spine about imagining him when he clearly didn’t care for you, but, when an image of him between your thighs flashed across your head, it went out the window.

“Fuck me.” You gasped out as you raised up to your knees, riding your hand while your other one went to paw at your breast. “Please, Az, please…” You whimpered, trying to keep your voice down.

Hair was sticking to your face and neck and you could’ve sworn that a puddle was forming underneath you but you were too busy chasing your orgasm. It was growing inside you like a storm, your walls clenching around your fingers as you cried out again.

It was too much and not enough. You felt as if you were being swallowed by giant waves, pleasure turning to pain when you couldn’t reach that peak. Tears started to gather in your eyes from how much your stomach was cramping and how flushed you felt.

Soft cries tumbled from your lips a few moments later as you still rode your hand, begging the Mother above to help you take this pain away.

And gods did she have a funny sense of humor.

Three sharp knocks echoed in your room, your head shooting up as you scrambled to cover yourself. “Y/N? Are you okay?” Azriel asked through the door, his tone short.

Mother save me, please tell me he didn’t hear me.

It took a minute for you to collect yourself enough to answer, two fingers still stuffed inside of you. “Y-yes Azriel. I’m okay, go back to whatever you were doing.”

He stayed at the door, shuffling his feet before clearing his throat. “Are you sure? I felt a tug on…” He trailed off. It seemed like he had heard you, his voice low.

“Leave. Please.” You begged though your voice held no edge of authority. A sick part of you wanted him to bust down the door, see you, and claim you. You regretted the line of thought as another cramp hit you. “I’m fine. Just go.”

Azriel didn’t listen. Your scent was suffocating him and he had to know what was happening. The doorknob turned before you could stop it and he stepped inside, eyes widening at the sight of you. You were probably the last person he wanted to see like this and it was made so much worse by your tear-stained cheeks and disheveled hair.

“Gods, Y/N, I can see you dripping from here.” He growled, eyes hooded and voice dripping with desire. “What happened?”

You didn’t have time to register his tone because the scent of him wafted over you again. And again. And again. It felt like your heart was going to give out at any second if you didn’t get him closer.

“Stupid flower, pollen, I just need-” You ground out right before you felt your eyelashes flutter, the overwhelming feeling you were about to faint creeping in.

He was quick to get to you, reaching out and grabbing both of your arms to sit you upright. His hands almost seared into your skin and you moaned, reaching up to cup his face and pull him towards you.

Azriel was so caught off guard that he couldn’t stop your lips from joining, one of your hands grasping his hair to tug him closer. He tasted like shadows and secrets, lips plush and soft as you held onto him for dear life. You couldn’t think clearly anymore as the aphrodisiac had now fully absorbed into your skin. The kiss had your head spinning and cunt throbbing ten times harder than before, causing you to groan into his mouth.

“I want you, Azriel. I need you.” You panted, looking into his eyes for the first time in months. He could feel your chest heaving against his, see the wild look in your eyes. “Please help me.”

He took a very deep breath and shook his head slowly. “I can’t Y/N. You aren’t yourself and I don’t know what you did but-”

You cut him off by palming his growing erection in his pants, almost drooling from how long and thick it felt. The other hand left his hair and grabbed his left hand to put it over your bare breast, biting on your lower lip at the sensation.

Azriel’s self-control was on a razor-thin line. You were too drugged out of your mind to notice but his jaw was tight and his eyes were memorizing every curve of your body. This was everything he ever wanted, you squirming and begging underneath him, but not like this.

Not when you wouldn’t remember it.

The mating bond had formed between the two of you the second you were Made. A strong, primal feeling settled into his blood when you were dragged out and thrown to the floor. You hadn’t noticed, not that you would have any idea what it was, and Azriel thought it was better that way.

He had seen how well Elain had taken it when Lucien stupidly blurted it out that day, or even Nesta. Azriel wasn’t going to subject you to that unless you expressed interest in him as well, no matter how many times he dreamt of your touch or kiss.

His mind was made up but you weren’t about to be so easily swayed. Just as Azriel went to pull away you used all of your strength and flipped your positions so that he was the one sitting on the bed. You swiftly straddled his thigh and began to grind down, throwing your head back in pleasure as your clit rubbed against the thick muscles in his leg.

“Oooh, Az.” You keened while wrapping your hands around his neck. His pupils were blown wide with lust, so much so that you could barely see the hazel in them. The two of you were quickly approaching the point of no return but he just needed one more push.

A devious thought popped into your lustful mind.

When you ground down again you let the pads of your fingers graze against the top of his wings. It was a featherlight touch but the moment you did, Azriel let out a growl that could’ve shook the house. Two scarred hands gripped your wrists and yanked you off of him before he shoved you onto the bed.

You watched in awe as his wings spread out while pinning you beneath him. It brought you back into the moment for just a minute, enough to savor his hand coming down to circle around your neck.

“You’re playing a very, very dangerous game. I don’t want to hurt you.”

But the mere thought of stopping made tears spring to your eyes, raising your hips in a desperate attempt to show him where you needed him. Azriel briefly glanced down at your throbbing cunt and took a shuddering breath.

“I don’t want you to hurt me.” You whispered, licking your lips while gazing up at him through your lashes. His hand was still wrapped around your throat, holding you there. “I want you to ruin me.”

And just like that…you opened Pandora’s Box.

Azriel snarled and claimed your lips in a passionate kiss, immediately thrusting his tongue into your mouth and dominating every space in your mind. His shadows curled around your arms and legs so that you couldn’t move at all. You struggled against the bonds for a second but when he bit down on your pulse point you went right back to him.

“Ah!” You cried out, staring at his face that held a sinful grin. Another wave of wetness hit you and fuck, he could smell it.

“Look at me, princess.” He purred, licking a line up from your neck to the shell of your ear. Azriel bit down on it before chuckling. “I want to taste you.”

A frustrated cry slipped out of your mouth when he trailed a single digit down your pussy, collecting the juices and bringing them to his lips. He groaned at the taste and couldn’t even bear to tease you anymore, needing to devour you at that moment.

He nipped and sucked his way down your body, his shadows still keeping you spread wide and still for his pleasure. His tongue lazily sucked in each of your nipples, rolling the bud around before releasing it with a loud pop.

You were shaking in anticipation and when Azriel finally got to your core, looking up at you with those dark eyes and sadistic grin, something clicked in you. It was like a thread connecting the two of you and everything got much more intense.

Before you could say anything he went straight to business, giving your clit a harsh suck that made you try to clamp your thighs around his head. You were still restrained though and all you could do was grab fistfuls of your sheets and cry out his name, your previous thoughts scattering to the wind.

His tongue felt heavenly but when he started to moan at your enthusiasm it sent an entirely new wave of pleasure through your body. He flicked it over your clit rapidly before going down to thrust the hot, wet muscle into your cunt.

Azriel knew you were dangerously close to the edge already and wanted you to fill his mouth with your sweet nectar. He doubled his efforts and let his shadows dissipate so that he could snake an arm under your hips to lift them off of the bed.

The second you were free your fingers locked onto his black locks while your thighs went around his ears. This new angle made the pleasure increase and you could feel yourself falling over the edge, the only safety net being him.

“Azriel…I can’t. I need it-I need-” You were a blubbering mess. He took pity on you and thrust a single finger into you, curling it to hit that spot deep inside.

“Take it. It’s yours, Y/N.” Azriel urged, closing his eyes as the first gush hit his tongue.

A gasp was the only warning you gave before you came on his face. Your body went rigid before completely melting into the mattress, riding his face as best as you could from the angle he had you in. Azriel kept licking and sucking until you gently pushed his head away, memorizing his face that was now coated in your wetness.

You could feel the edge of the pollen fading away, your body not feeling quite as hot and sweaty. The ache to be filled was still there, however, and it was quite obvious from the bulge in Azriel’s pants that he would do the job perfectly.

“That was…wow.” You said breathlessly, looking up at him. He was glad you sounded more like yourself but the guilt was now crawling up his back. Azriel could hardly even look at you. And you noticed.

The gravity of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. You were fully naked, with the hottest Illyrian soldier between your legs, after having just begged him to fuck you without even having dinner first. He didn’t even like you, couldn’t see you without shooting a glare or turning away.

A small sniffle had him turning to look at you. You sneakily tried to wipe at your face and grabbed a pillow from behind you to try to cover up your body. “Azriel…I am so, so sorry.” Your voice was low and your head bowed.

“I watered Elain’s garden and found this flower. I thought I was being poisoned but it was a fertility flower used on the continent.” You explained before he could yell or curse you. That would break you entirely. “It’s used in mating ceremonies and such. I thought I was by myself and I was in so much pain…”

He cupped your face with one hand, brushing away a stray tear. “Why did you say my name?”

Blood filled your cheeks at his question, your face and neck turning red. He wasn’t giving anything away that would tell you what he was thinking. You tried to look down but he held you steady. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I must have been just out of my mind.” A lie was the best thing you could think to do to try and save face. Azriel didn’t need to know about your feelings for him. “Are you mad?”

There was a minute of silence between you, his eyes unnerving you as they searched desperately for something. You could tell he was still very much aroused and tried to ignore the cramping that was ramping up once again in your lower abdomen.

“You’re lying.”

It wasn’t a question or accusation, it was just a statement. He knew you were lying and you would rather suffer for the rest of your immortal life than tell him why you called out for him.

“I don’t know what you’re-” You began but he cut you off, nostrils flaring. It was like he knew some secret that you didn’t but he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, tell you.

“Tell me the truth, Y/N.” He ordered you but you closed your eyes, trying to find some peace in the darkness. You couldn’t do this, couldn’t face him.

Until you saw something in that darkness, something that kept fading in and out. You felt yourself reaching out for it and when you got closer, it was a shimmering silver thread. It was beautiful and pure and…familiar.

Without hesitation you wrapped a hand around it and plucked it, gasping at the sensation. It felt like your entire body had been pulled with it but that’s not what made you open your eyes.

It was Azriel’s matching breath that made you stare at him in amazement.

Hazel eyes stared into yours with the exact same emotion while his lips were parted just as yours were. A matching pair. Two sides of the same coin. It felt as if the entire world had been condensed to just the two of you, breathing in each other.

“What is this?” You murmured.

“Our bond.” Azriel hesitated as you furrowed your eyebrows. “You finally felt it.”

“Are you…are you my mate, Azriel?” The thread connecting you got impossibly brighter in your head when you said the word. You didn’t need him to answer the question though, already knowing it to be true.

You were Made for him…and he for you.

Azriel watched with bated breath as you worked through everything in your mind and when you finally, finally, looked at him as he always dreamed you would he didn’t hesitate.

He brought your face to his and kissed you wordlessly, savoring the feeling of your mind through the bond that he had waited five hundred and forty years for. You matched his enthusiasm with passion of your own, biting down on his lower lip while pulling him closer.

The groan he let out made a new fire ignite in your bones, giggling when he grabbed the pillow and tossed it into the corner of the room. Azriel moved from your lips to your ear, biting down gently.

“Say it again.” He all but pleaded while moving back to look at you again.

There wasn’t anyone in the world that could stop you from giving him what he wanted. “My mate.” You smiled, pulling him back in for another kiss. “You’re my mate, Az.”

You started to fiddle with the strings of his pants and he all but leaped up to pull them off, watching you with hungry eyes. The aphrodisiac was certainly still in your system but it was nothing compared to what the revelation of your bond was doing to you.

It was like a primal urge was drawing the two of you to consummate the mating bond as soon as possible. Azriel removed his clothing and when you studied him you swore your pussy throbbed in anticipation.

He was massive and before you could stop yourself, you crawled across the bed to where he stood. You sat on your knees and gazed up at your mate. “May I?”

Azriel answered by grabbing your hair and tugging you to him, chest rising and falling in quick breaths. You wasted no time in taking him in your mouth. He tasted divine and his musk made you feel drunk. He grunted when you took him in as far as you could, coating his cock in saliva.

“Good girl, fuck.” He praised you, trying to restrain the urge to fuck your mouth when you looked up at him.

The praise made a fresh ripple of arousal coat your thighs which had you shifting on your legs. You badly needed him inside you but the urge to get him to cum in your mouth was greater. One of your hands went to the base of his dick to stroke what your mouth couldn’t and he moaned your name.

Your other hand drifted down to your weeping cunt and started to rub circles on your clit. The moan you let out reverberated around him and he suddenly pulled you completely off, lips curled up in a snarl.

“I’m trying hard to be gentle with you, princess. Don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Azriel warned.

The warning went in one ear and out the other, your head swimming with lust. He was being too nice and you needed to be grounded, to be reminded that what was happening was real and you actually had a mate.

So you pushed his hands away and swallowed him whole until he hit the back of your throat, your eyes rolling back as you tried to breathe through your nose. Azriel sucked in a sharp breath and smirked, using both of his hands to grab your hair once more. “You asked for it.”

He didn’t give you time to pull up, starting a brutal pace of fucking your mouth. Both of your hands flew to his thighs to hold onto as you let him use you. The sounds coming from your mouth were sinful but it didn’t matter. You were enjoying the way his face contorted in pleasure and fuck anyone else who had a problem with it.

Azriel’s fingers started to twitch in your hair when you tried to help him, sucking as much as you could while gagging. He had never seen you more beautiful than now, on your knees with tear-stained cheeks choking on his cock.

A ray of light being corrupted by the shadows.

The image was too much and you greedily drank down his cum when his hips stuttered, roaring out as he held you there until he was done. When he let you go you drew back with a gasp, cum leaking out of your mouth while you caught your breath. It was only a few moments before your mate laid you back and claimed your mouth once more, tasting himself on your tongue.

That inferno that had been building in your body was on the verge of exploding and Azriel could tell by how much you were squirming. He didn’t want to wait anymore and without questioning, lined himself up with your entrance.

You raised up on your elbows to watch him enter you, biting on the inside of your cheek at the first stretch. It felt exquisite. He pulled out slightly before pushing back in again, watching you consume his dick.

“Azriel…you feel so good.” You sighed, falling back onto the bed when he bottomed out. He had stretched you out to the max but it was as if your body craved more of him as it would never be enough. “Please, move.”

“As my mate wishes.” Azriel purred before pulling out and slamming back in in one fluid motion. The thrust sent fireworks of pleasure throughout your body and you cried out for him, back arching.

The pace he set was brutal, the two of you chasing a joint release. He bent down and took one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking the hard nub and nibbling on it until you left scratch marks down his arms.

You opened your eyes to watch him fuck you, seeing the concentration and pleasure in his eyes when you clenched down. The end was coming all too soon but also not soon enough.

His wings were covering the two of you, casting a warm light that made you feel fuzzy inside. You knew how sensitive Illyrian wings were, especially when you had made the mistake of touching Azriel’s when you had first met, but that was the goal you were going for,

Your finger gingerly reached up as he rutted into you and stroked down the sensitive membrane, your eyes taking in his reaction. He let out a full body tremble and looked down at you in untamed desire.

“Do it again.”

So you did. Over and over you caressed his wings, even letting your nails graze across sometimes. Azriel snarled and let his mouth come down to bite your collarbone, enjoying your cries of pleasure. He could tell you were getting close and if you kept touching him like that, he would be too.

Azriel doubled his efforts, rutting into you with mindless passion while you allowed yourself to be swept up by it. Your orgasm started to build and just as you ran three fingers down the edge of his right wing, you felt him hit that spot inside of you.

“Shit, fuck! Az!” You squealed as your hands fell to grip onto something, anything, as you came to the crest of pleasure. “Right there! Please, please!”

He gave you a wolfish grin and angled his hips to hit it one, two, three more times until you came with a loud cry and his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your cunt squeezed him like a vice, causing him to follow your lead and spill inside of you with a roar of his own.

The bond between the two of you shone brightly as you met your peaks together. Azriel’s cum was hot inside of you and as he kept thrusting, you felt another orgasm ready to follow your first. You didn’t know if you could take it but he knew you could, dipping two of his fingers to your clit to rub quickly.

Your entire body shook in ecstasy when you came again, your mind going foggy. It felt like you were looking down at yourself, at your mate as he stilled inside of you to drink in the moment. You wanted to stay here forever.

His hand pushing back your hair made you come back to reality, your eyes squinting up at him. Azriel’s gaze was tender as you smiled at him. You cupped his face with one of your hands to match him, rubbing his cheek.

“My mate.” You sighed happily.

Azriel chuckled and kissed you softly, pressing his forehead against yours along with his body. The two of you were joined together in every sense of the word and it felt right.

“Yours. Forever.” He replied, breath tickling your face as you kissed once more.

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veliseraptor · 2 months

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i was wondering if you have any thoughts about why hua cheng decided to challenge the 33 gods + feng xin and mu qing instead of just killing them. i was thinking about how hua cheng's MO for violence seems to hinge a lot on the victims choosing their fate (e.g., running the gambler's den where gamblers set their own stakes, and the duals with the gods) and i was trying to figure out why he might operate this way instead of just killing the gods outright. like, i can understand mq and fx potentially being exceptions because their relationship with xie lian (and thus their betrayal) is more personal, but why not just kill the 33 gods? why toy with them? i guess choosing your own fate/doom is a big theme in the novel as a whole, but is there another reason why it is such an integral part of hua cheng's revenge?

sorry to bother, and no pressure to respond! this question has just been rolling around in my head today and you always have great analyses so i figured i should send it your way

ooh interesting ask, thank you for sending! not a bother at all.

Metatextually I think you're right about part of it being about people choosing their own fate - and that being something that Hua Cheng does seem to believe in particularly when it comes to people damning themselves. But I also think in-text it has to do with that the defeat of the 33 gods instead of killing them is very much not just about wanting the gods in question dead or destroyed but about wanting them humiliated, the same way that they humiliated Xie Lian.

He sets things up not just so that they will choose their way into losing, but specifically to maximize the impact of their downfall, to destroy them not just as individuals but to destroy their identity as a god itself. He doesn't just want them dead, he wants them demolished, the godhood that made them think themselves superior to Xie Lian taken away. If he kills them, then they're gods murdered in their power by a Ghost King, which still grants them a certain amount of dignity. But if they're gods defeated by a Ghost King on their own turf, then they lose face and therefore lose believers and therefore fade into obscurity before they die.

The same obscurity, incidentally, that Xie Lian was supposed to fade into, and only didn't because of the strength of Hua Cheng's belief/worship.

or at least that's my thoughts on it.

#conversating #stanknifecat #hua cheng #dysfunctional gods and ghost kinks

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moondal514 · 29 days

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A multi-fandom selection of some of my fave 2nd person pov fics cuz I’m a huge fan of 2nd person (see: all these 2nd person pov fics I’ve written lol) and I want more people to appreciate it

Fandom: Haikyuu

WINTERSTORY: OR HOW THE BOY KING FISHED THE SUN OUT OF THE SKY by perennials

Kageyama Tobio, re-examined.

My personal fave of my fave genre of Haikyuu fic (2nd person pov Kageyama character studies examining his relationship with volleyball and his family, with bonus KageHina)

Fandom: All For the Game

leftovers by orionauriga/ @orionauriga

They drive you home, every time, both of them. You leave the leftover scraps of their love, the intimacy loaned to you, in the backseat when you get out to kiss them goodnight.

Gorgeous fic inspired by Sue Hyon Bae’s poem “after the threesome, they both take you home”

Fandom: Star Wars

Triptych by antistar_e/ @kaikamahine

The master trains the apprentice. The apprentice kills the master and takes their place. The master takes an apprentice. It is the cycle of things, and the way all those like him do, your Supreme Leader creates his own downfall. He cultivates it, covets it, and it kills him.

It's not you. Of course it's not you.

I don’t actually care about Kylo Ren, but goddamn this fic made me care about him so much

Fandom: Six of Crows

minuet in d major by demigodbeautiies/ @jackwolfes

You wake up on a hot summer day in your tiny, shitty, childhood bedroom, and you realise that it’s here.

Your soulmate just turned twenty.

Soulmark Au

Made this face 🥺 the entire time I read this one

Fandom: Tian Guan Ci Fu

fortune tellers tell no truths by atomicmuffin

Love, like fate, ask for no man’s permission, may they be priests, princes, of gods. Guessing which path it will take cannot stop either of them from doing whatever they want.

You know this, and yet you try.

I treasure every excellent JunMei fic I find but this one is a particular special gem

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

bet Qin Su doesn't know her husband is committing infidelity by quigonejinn

Then, the carriage is stopped. Words are exchanged.

The best take on Qin Su I’ve encountered so far in this fandom

Fandom: Good Omens

empty, save you and i by ripeteeth/ @ripeteeth

“Please,” you say, and he likes it when you say it. Crowley, you wretch, you’ve known this forever. You’ve known this all your life.

Beautifully written, absolute poetry, every sentence goes so hard it’s insane

Fandom: Dungeon Meshi

A Body by murg

Laios wants to fly.

A beautiful and visceral fic that I want to eat (appropriate for Dungeon Meshi right 😂)

#fic rec #fic rec list #hq #aftg #star wars #soc #tgcf #mdzs #good omens #dunmeshi

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ashleyh713fanfics · 3 months

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Dazai X Odasaku!Sister "Timeless" P3

Hello! I've been writing for awhile but this is the first time writing bsd. I gave Oda's sister a name but I'll do a version with y/n if that's more your speed.

Synopsis: After Odasaku's death Dazai searches for a way to fulfill his last request but doesn't know where to start. That is until he meets Odasaku's mysterious little sister.

Warnings: Usual bsd warnings. Murder, talks of death and suicide, Dazai being a sociopath.

Part 3/3

After numerous wrong turns and five tumbles into total random strangers, Asa and Dazai found themselves in the middle of a local fast food place as the poor girl stared down at the menu with serious silence, her eyes squinting in the process.

The boy only snorted though, knowing she probably couldn’t see shit and eventually she just told the worker to pick their favorite and that’s what she would have. He knew things would’ve been much easier if she took those things off, but didn’t speak about it.

Besides, watching her scramble around like an idiot was entertaining in itself.

Sliding into the booth, Asa then sighed to herself before pushing her useless glasses up further onto her face. “Ahh, things in Yokohama are so different from back home. I knew all the food places there. Here everything is new. Well, I guess that’s exciting in its own way.”

Dazai had other things on his mind though, the boy's un-bandaged eye gazing at her in curiosity. “What I want to know is how you plan on surprising me today?”

The girl then smiled to herself before taking a sip of her drink unbothered. “There will be time for it. For now though, enjoy. We are on the date after all.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at that, his head turning with amusement. “Oh? Is that what we are doing?”

Asa only nodded though. “Mhm! I mean after today it will be official anyways so I figured why not?”

This girl was so confident, so much so that Dazai knew it would be her downfall. She had no idea who she was dealing with after all. She didn’t realize that she was currently sitting across from the devil himself.

But once again, he humored her, knowing it would work in his favor anyways. “Ah, you’re so silly Asa-chan! You always say such interesting things. So tell me, what about me made you fall again? Was it my handsome face? I bet it was! That’s what everyone says.”

HIs new childlike demeanor wasn’t lost on her though, Asagao smiling before carefully putting the drink down. “It’s more than just your face.”

Fake gasping at the information, Dazai leaned forward. “Ah ha! So you do think my face is handsome! I knew it. Tell me more Asa-chan. Come onnn..”

She didn’t even have to think before answering the hungry boy. “It’s simple. You fascinate me, Dazai Osamu. In fact, I’ve been waiting a long time to meet someone like you.”

At that, Dazai’s eye couldn’t help but raise with even more intrigue. Oh so now we were getting somewhere. But the question was, why would anyone want to meet him? Usually everyone was trying to do the opposite.

They knew that meeting him face to face was a fate worse than death.

He didn’t say that though, only pushing deeper as he batted his eyes with a mocking reply. “Ooooh have you? Well then, am I everything you dreamed of?”

The normal answer was “no” of course. That's what it should’ve been.

He quickly realized though that Odasaku’s sister was not normal in the slightest, her eyes closing with some sort of relief in order to smile softly. “Yeah, you are.”

Dazai was doubtful of that though, so much so he decided to make fun of her some more in order to garner a reaction. “Even if I told you my job is big and scary?”

Asa only turned her head though, like the answer was obvious. “It doesn’t matter what strings come attached. As long as it’s you, I don’t mind.”

Dazai felt his eyes darken then, allowing his black port mafia soul to seep through ever so slightly. Odasaku’s sister was treading on dangerous territory.

Because he knew how disappointed Oda would be if he was alive to hear it. “Careful darling, that answer could get you killed.”

And not that he cared that much but he also didn’t want the last remaining piece of his best friend to disappear so easily.

It’s like the two halves of his soul were arguing with each other, the side of the fifteen year old boy clinging to the face that looked so much like his best friend and the port mafia executive that wanted her to die just to prove that he was right.

Then all all at once, Asagao shrugged, brushing off his threat with ease. “As long as you’re the one pulling the trigger it’s fine.”

He knew what she was saying immediately. She still wanted him to be her executor in hopes of getting closer to her big brother. She was so calm about it too, like she had already planned it in her mind.

Soaking in her response, Dazai then turned quiet, his ever moving mind desperate to decipher everything about her. Sure, to anyone else the girl was as surface level as they came. Naive, clumsy, and inexperienced about everything and everyone.

But with that conversation just hours ago and now, the boy saw something else. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it yet, but he knew there was something deeper about her, something far more complex.

She was both intelligent and naive, clumsy yet careful in her manner of speech, she held herself with such innocence and yet didn’t bat an eye about how dark he could be. To put it simply, she was a walking contradiction in every sense of the world.

Yet whatever she ultimately was didn’t feel hostile or evil in any sense. He never sensed that she was a threat or using him for some sort of plan. In fact it was quite the opposite. Whenever she looked at Dazai it seemed to be filled with a strange sense of care and longing.

And whether he wanted to admit it or not, the boy felt relaxed with her, like he could show the deepest and darkest parts of his soul and never gain a response. She was like Odasaku in that regard.

Perhaps that’s why he felt so comfortable with her, because she had that same sense of carefree understanding about her. He could sink into old habits with her just like those nights at Bar Lupin.

Just then, his phone began to buzz as Dazai quickly took out the object only to find a message from Mori on the display, his words short and concise.

Be careful while you're out, Dazai.

Looks like that underground group we talked about today is trying to make their move.

Ah right. The underground group that was trying to take down the port mafia recently. He had forgotten about that. Well, not really forgotten, more like wiped it from his mind because it wasn’t interesting in the slightest.

Sighing to himself, his eyes then glanced to the three men that had been following them since Dazai and Asagao’s talk overlooking the city.

Oh, did he not mention that before?

Well that’s because it wasn’t important. Sure, these guys were probably following him around in order to gain some leverage about how to beat the port mafia but he knew they wouldn’t strike unless they found some. They weren’t that stupid.

And they never would. The mafia’s information was confidential after all and finding they weren’t clever enough to figure out how to get it. Sure, they could try to torture him or whatever but his name wasn’t something to be taken lightly. That’s why they were keeping their distance.

Turning back to Asagao, he then tuned back into her rambling conversation about nothing important in order to stare silently.

Poor girl didn’t even notice they were being followed and watched. Hell, she probably couldn’t see anything given those blurry and useless glasses she wore all the time.

And he checked to see if her intuition was strong when they first got here but unfortunately, the girl hadn't noticed anyone. Now that you mention it, Asagao hadn’t looked anywhere but at Dazai the entire time..

Almost like the rest of the world was irreverent to her.

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Remember when Dazai said that those underground thugs wouldn’t approach him?

Well, it turns out that wasn't the case, the two being cornered only a couple minutes after leaving the restaurant. Ah how annoying, he thought they were at least smarter than this.

But apparently not.

Asagao on the other hand only looked confused, her head tilting at the new bloodthirsty presence. “Oh, hello? Can we help you? I’m sorry but we are kinda on a date right now.”

The main man only laughed at her utter disregard for danger though, pointing to the bored bandaged boy behind her. “Didn’t know the port mafia executive had a girl.”

And though he had just let Dazai’s true profession slip, Oda’s sister didn’t even bat an eye, instead focusing on other things. “Oh well, it’s not official yet. But between you and me that’s what I’m hoping for.”

She then giggled to herself like a lovesick school girl only for the thug to grow annoyed with her lukewarm reaction in order to lift his hand out and slap her across the face with a growl. “Shut up bitch!”

The force was so strong that it turned her head completely to the side, her large framed glasses falling from her face in the process as they clattered onto the ground.

And though Dazai was incapable of feeling compassion or care towards her, the sight caused his fingers to reach for his gun with a cruel smile.

He did try to tell her after all, what she was asking for. It was her own damn fault, maybe now she would think twice before saying she was fine with his dark and twisted life.

Perhaps this was the push she needed to go back home and forget everything before he corrupted her forever.

The man then laughed at Asagao’s stunned stance only to turn back towards Dazai with malice. “The port mafia is finished. At first we thought it was hopeless but now that an anonymous source has given us everything about you, we know how to take you down, Dazai Osamu.”

Feeling himself pause, the pieces clicked into place. So that’s why they had approached them, it was because they finally had the leverage they needed to strike. But where did they get it from? Like he said the port mafia records were locked up tight. What kind of anonymous source had that kind of power?

Well that was a later problem. First he would finish these idiots and then he could focus on the infiltration of his personal records.

Analyzing the situation, the boy looked at his enemy before sighing. This guy that was speaking wasn’t even the leader of the group, it was obvious. He was just some stand in lackey. Of course that was something only Dazai could figure out.

Yet before he could speak even more, Asagao spoke, her voice coming out far different and way less cheerful than he had heard all day. “Now why did you have to do that?”

Snapping her head up, Dazai then watched the man physically flitch as she stood ominous still. “Why is the first thing I have to see your painfully ugly face? I could’ve gone forever in my imagination and now I have to see the reality of how unpleasant you actually are.”

She then pointed towards the thug before sighing. “Besides, you're not even the leader of this group.”

At that, Dazai couldn’t help but pause. What did she just say? Did she seriously just pick up on this guy being a fake that easily? How interesting, he didn’t think anyone would’ve gotten that except him.

The fake leader seemed stunned as well, his eyes wide as Asagao moved her finger down in order to scan his entire aura. “Don’t stare at me like that. It’s obvious. Between your oversized shirt, fake designer shoes and obnoxiously try hard and overbearing behavior it’s clear you're compensating for something. You’re like a child playing dress up and pretending. It’s hard to watch honestly.”

The way she spoke, it was so cruel and full of mocking vigor, like she was making fun of his lack of intelligence. It sounded like she was playing around with him, a tactic that Dazai liked to favor especially. The boy didn’t know she was capable of such a thing though.

She didn’t react like this to anything he said today, and he had tried numerous times. But the calm collected Asagao and this one were like night and day from each other.

And not only that, she picked apart that guy with extreme precision. She was witty, sharp and clever, being able to notice his flaws in a millisecond. It reminded Dazai of someone familiar.

Glued to see what she would do next, he then watched Asagao move her finger from the thug to the group behind him in order to speak plainly. “So if we are going to have a real fight, I’d like to be with that guy behind you. Aka the real leader of the group.”

Then all at once, everyone gasped in order to step aside as a smaller, more meekly dressed man moved to the center. He looked unassuming and plain but of course that’s what he was going for in order not to look suspicious.

No one was supposed to notice him, but Asagao did.

Stopping right in front of her, the man spoke coldly. “Just who are you?”

He must have assumed she was port mafia, his eyes cautious and on guard only for her to stare down at the man with challenge. “Come at me and find out..”

The man grumbled then, his hands reaching out only for Dazai’s hand to immediately tighten around the gun between his fingers. He was conflicted, wanting to see just what Oda’s sister could do and needing to make sure she didn’t die like his best friend.

Yet that’s when Asagao simply shifted her head behind her, the hair covering her eyes as she smiled. “Don’t worry, Osamu. Didn’t you remember?”

Lifting her head up, Dazai’s eyes then couldn’t help but widen his pure shock as he truly got a look at Asagao. Gone were the invisible and physical barriers she had purposely put up, her icy blue gaze piercing his own before realizing he was looking in a mirror.

Hollow.

Her eyes were hollow, deep cavern-like nothing, staring into his soul as she truly gazed upon the world for what it was. Empty, purposeless and cruel.

And in an instant, Osamu Dazai was hit with a sickening sense of family, having seen the same exact look a million times before. That gaze, it was just like his, in every single sense. Holding no feeling, no life.

Then the girl simply turned her head in order to finish with a cocky smirk.

“I’m an Oda.”

Snapping back to her prey, Asagao then narrowed her eyes as she watched the unruly thug charge towards her with full power. “Now, let’s play a game. What is the one most valuable tool for a wanna-be assassin?”

At that, the thug threw his arm down, his fists reaching a couple inches from her face before the girl seemed to disappear from his sight completely only to reappear in an instant right behind him with a sigh. “Power, speed, agility? Nah, those are all wrong.”

Spinning around in confusion, the man gasped. How in the hell did she get over there? He thought he had her cornered for sure. “W-Wha?! Where did you..”

Asagao only smirked though, unbothered by his faltering response. “I’ll show you what’s the most important.”

The man then blinked only to find his stomach and right knee screaming in pain, like someone had kicked him as he doubled over in surprise only to find that the girl hadn’t moved from her spot. But how was that possible? How could she strike him without a single touch?

Not liking her attitude, his eyes then turned livid before charging at her again only for her

to disappear as he felt his legs get swiped out from underneath him like a breathless wind. Okay what the fuck was going on?!

Asagao then appeared to his side like magic, her voice coming out disappointed.“You’re not even an ability user, are you? That’s why you hid behind that other guy. Ah, how boring I was really hoping I could show off tonight for Osu.”

Widening his eyes, the man then jumped back only for his stupid little brain to put something together. “She’s an ability user! Grab her! She uses invisibility or teleportation or something..”

She only rolled her eyes at that though, putting her hand to her face in an exasperated groan. “Ugh this is why you’re not gonna win. You think too small. Osu, can you please show these low intelligent thugs how it’s done?”

All at once, the men then turned towards Dazai only for him to narrow his eyes in thought. Based on her demonstration he had some theories, and he was glad to showcase how far above he was to these losers.

Yes, Asagao was fast but it wasn’t invisibility or teleportation. From the way she was shaking out her hands and moving her feet it was obvious she was delivering the hits firsthand.

The way she moved was disorienting as well, Odasaku’s sister disappearing in thin air almost like she was never there to begin with only to reappear not even a millisecond later somewhere else.

No, this wasn’t some sort of invisibility, it was something else entirely.

Then Dazai had his answer, allowing his lips to curve into a smug smirk before speaking plainly. “Her ability is time, more specifically stopping time.”

All at once, the gang gasped. “T-Time?!”

Asagao on the other hand only closed her eyes in pride before lifting her hands up in response. “That’s right, up to six seconds to be more specific. My brother saw the future but I hold the present.”

Turning her head, she then mocked. “I bet you’re wondering why I’m telling you all of this? Well, you aren’t going to be able to beat me anyways so I thought I would give you a fighting chance. Now where were we?”

She then dropped her hands in order to reactivate her ability inside her head. Ability: Timeless.

Asagao then watched as everything calmed down to a sudden halt, the thug’s mouth hanging open in suspended animation like a statue in order to casually walk past him with a hum as she counted her time.

Stopping just next to his ear, the world then began to reanimate as the thug jumped back at how close he had allowed her to be as Asa spoke. “Oh yes, what makes a good assassin? Did you discover the answer yet or should I just tell you?”

His eyes turned wild then, lifting his hand up in order to punch her only for Asagao to frown in order to stop time once more as her body easily leaned back from his arm.

Ah, how barbaric.

Lifting her hand up, she then balled her hands into a hard fist before punching the man across his frozen face..

--while kicking him straight in the balls with her foot at the same time.

Asagao then took three steps back in order to turn off her ability as she watched the man finally register the pain and hunch over with a pained groan as Asagao finished casually. “The answer you’re looking for is a keen eye, finding patterns and analyzing your enemy in order to get into their head and predict what they will do next. I’ve been trained for it, unable to turn it off since I was a kid. It gets rather annoying but it helps in these kinds of situations..”

Realizing he was losing horribly, the leader then shouted to her before running up with pure blind fury as Asagao allowed him to do so. “For example, just from watching you attack blindly I know you favor your left side, but you are more reliant on your right arm for attacks which means your center of gravity is off. It also means that in order to immobilize you the only thing I have to do is what you least expect. Like so..”

She then reactivated her ability one more time before easily reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a pistol in order to weigh it in her hand.

Spinning the object in her hand Asagao then re-animated the world in order to point the gun straight towards the charging man in order to dodge his predictable right hook and shoot him point blank in his good shoulder as he immediately reached for the bullet with a curse. “F-Fuck!”

Dazai then watched with silence as the leader's legs seemingly caved underneath him once more only for Asagao to dig her foot into his wounded shoulder with a cold finale. “If you were more spontaneous this would’ve been more interesting but it seems you don’t even have the capacity to not bore me. What a pity. You took my glasses off, made me see your sloppy moves for almost nothing.”

Lifting the stolen pistol up towards him, Asagao then narrowed her eyes before letting off another shot, this time the bullet lodging itself a couple inches from the leader’s face in clear warning as he gasped.

He then began to back up with his feet only to turn towards his followers with a terrified shriek. “T-The port mafia are monsters! Retreat!”

Then all at once, Asagao and Dazai watched the attackers run away with their tails between their legs as the girl pushed the pistol down to the side silently.

And to be honest, Dazai wasn’t sure how to process what had just happened. Ango said that Odasaku’s sister was innocent, that she was just a kid that didn’t belong in his dark world.

But looking at her right now, the boy could easily see her as port mafia.

Although that’s when Asa then looked down at the gun before gasping loudly in order to pace back and forth with newfound anxiety. “Ah, crap! You really blew it, Asagao. You promised your brother that you wouldn’t fight anymore and look what you did! You just had to open your big fat mouth and take it too far..”

Grumbling to herself, she then leaned down in order to pick up her discarded glasses and place them back onto her face with another groan. “I’m never gonna hear the end from Ango now.”

She then seemed to brighten up before immediately turning around toward Dazai in order to run up to the boy and scan him with her blurred vision. “Oh! Are you okay, Osu? You didn’t get hurt did you?”

Staring at her, Dazai's eyes then flashed towards her watchful gaze only to realize that the dead hollow look she was wearing before had completely disappeared, leaving only a bumbling worried fifteen year old girl.

Pushing her fingers across his cheek, Asa then gasped at a tiny line of blood before reeling her hands back in panic. “Oh no, you have a cut. Hold on, I think I have something..”

Dazai only frowned though, pushing her fingers away in order to mutter darkly. “I’ve had more than this before..”

And that was true. Hell, the boy had tried to kill himself way too many times to count. A cut like this wasn’t anything big. If anything, it just made him feel numb, just like he was on the inside.

Yet that’s when Asagao nodded softly, too softly for his liking. “No, but you don’t like pain, right? Let me fix that for you.”

Asagao then reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny pink heart bandaid in order to unstick the back and place it on the cut with a small smile. “Ta da! All fixed. Now let’s head back, It’s getting late.”

Turning back around, the girl then pushed her hands out in a stretch as Dazai watched her with stunned silence. That's right, he told her he wanted to die peacefully before. But then again, that didn’t have anything to do with him not enjoying pain.

Did she figure that out about him as well?

Dazai then lifted his finger towards the girly out of place heart on his cheek before closing his eyes in sullen silence. Oda Asagao, just who are you?

And for once, the port mafia executive didn’t have a definitive answer yet.

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Dazai was quiet, pensive and calculating as they made their way back to Odasaku’s old apartment. He hadn’t spoken a word since their run in with that rival gang just a couple minutes ago and the boy was still reeling about it.

You see, there was something off about it. Something strange that the executive couldn’t shake no matter how hard he tried. Those guys said that they had leverage from an anonymous source about him, but there was no way they couldn't have gotten it from the port mafia. He and Mori would’ve known about that.

Which means they got it from somewhere else..

Watching Asagao put the key inside the lock, Dazai knew the answer. Somehow, some way, he just knew. “You are the anonymous source, aren’t you? You leaked my information. You got that rival organized to approach us on purpose.”

He then watched her hand freeze on the doorknob only for the boy to remember the seemingly insignificant items she dropped on the ground when she “hit” that railing. Back then he didn’t tell her what she had dropped, not seeing the need to.

Unless that’s what she planned from the beginning. She knew he wasn’t going to help her pick them up. She had read his character.

Feeling his mind move at a million miles per second, Dazai continued. “You knew we were being followed and planted that information so that they would have reason to attack.”

It was clever, so insanely clever that it happened right under his nose.

Dazai then watched with bated breath as Asagao then dropped her hand before turning around in order to face the boy with a prideful smirk. “They were bothering you and I needed a demonstration to show off a bit. So I used them.”

He was right. It was almost impossible to believe. Odasaku’s sister had set all of this up just to show him her ability, to make him be impressed with her.

And to be honest, it was kind of working.

Dazai didn’t want to admit that though, his mind scanning the insanely clever girl only for something else to come to his mind. “Why me?”

It was the question that swirled inside his head more than anything else. Why had she done all of this for a sheer reason to impress him? Why did she always look at him with such familiarity? Why did she ask him to be her boyfriend so randomly?

Asagao then closed her eyes before strolling up the mafioso in order to reach into her jacket pocket and pull out a folded white piece of paper for him with a knowing look. “Take it.”

Not understanding, the boy then grabbed the paper between his fingers in order to read the contents silently as the girl watched.

Almost immediately he recognized the words as Odasaku’s, his mind hungry for the information as he desperately seeped in every word.

This must be one the letters he sent her

At first it was casual, asking Asagao how everything was, if she was eating well. Just standard brother behavior.

Yet that’s when he got to the bottom of the letter, the words slapping him in the face.

Today, I met a boy. He showed up right outside my apartment covered in blood so I brought him in. And there is something about him, something familiar.. I think his world spins as fast as yours.

Staring dumbfounded at the words on the page, Dazai’s mind turned to a standstill only to hear Oda’s sister speak joyfully at his side. “Surprise! I bet you didn’t guess that, did you? Well, did I do a good job? Did I finally get you, Osamu?!”

Yet the more she spoke, the more the boy couldn’t process what he had actually read. No, that was impossible. No one saw the world like him, no one was as clever, no one had been able to keep up with him.

It was something he had figured out since he was a kid. The feeling was always so lonely, so isolating. So much so Dazai had always wished for someone to understand him. He had screamed out so many times and no one had ever ran fast enough to ever comprehend the solitary and secluded life he lived.

He had given up hope, truly believing that such a person didn’t exist in this world.

And the longer he remained silent, the more Asagao’s cheerful face started to fall, her voice growing quiet. “Oh..you’re mad…”

He didn’t respond though, causing the red haired female to spiral even faster. “Oh no, I knew it. I knew it was too good to be true. This always happens. I’m so stupid. I thought you’d be happy to find someone that understands you, but maybe that’s just me. ..”

Shaking her head, Asagao then pushed her fingers to her glasses with a shaky breath of fear. “You see, all throughout my life I felt like a freak, I always say things without thinking about it and make people mad at me. And with these glasses, it dumbs me down, makes me seem normal so I can mask it and not scare everyone away with my stupid brain..”

Asagao then pictured herself wearing the large rimmed frames as a child, using them to mask and cover her unique and ever spinning world in order for the kids around her to actually stick around for longer than a day. They never liked when she was clever. They never liked anything strange.

And Asagao Oda was always the definition of strange.

Lifting her hands up, she then began to speak faster. “But when that letter came about you, I felt validated for the first time in my life, knowing that there was someone out there that felt the same kind of loneliness as I was. And when I met you today, you amazed me with how open and real you are. So much so that I wanted to show you the real me also..”

She then felt her voice break with emotion before adding softly. “A-And I just thought that with you, I could finally not have to hide, that I could actually be my authentic self for once without the fear of scaring you off like the others. My eyes, my glasses, I could learn to live with them like you do..”

And what Dazai didn’t know was that his very existence was life changing to her. Finally somewhere in the world there was someone that was like her, that saw the world in the same blinding fast pace that she did. She wasn’t alone, she wasn’t a freak. Someone, somewhere understood.

Asagao then stopped herself before realization appeared in her eyes in order for the girl to hang her head in defeat. “But now that I say that out loud it sounds really stupid and I shouldn’t have overstepped like that. You know what, just forget you ever read that letter if it makes you conformable. That’s the last thing I wanted for you, Osamu.”

Feeling herself flitch, Asa then frowned sadly. “Ah, Oops, and I guess I shouldn’t call you that either since we aren’t really that close. I just got ahead of myself like always. I really am a bother, aren’t I? Ha ha..”

Yet that’s when she heard Dazai’s response for the first time since she aimlessly rambled, stopping her in an instant.

Laughing.

He was laughing.

But this kind of laughter wasn’t the same as the ones he had given throughout the day. Those felt forced, manipulative and calculated. But right now the boy’s chuckles didn’t display any of that.

No, they sounded genuine.

Blinking in utter confusion at the display, she then watched Dazai’s hand immediately move up to his bandaged eye before speaking through his self induced fit. “Ah, you’re right. I give up, darling. You win, fair and square.”

Not understanding, Asagao stood dumbfounded. “I..huh..you’re not mad..?”

And in the moment Dazai felt a whirlwind of emotions but mad was not one of them.

He always wondered how Odasaku was able to handle him and why he took him in and now he knew why, because he reminded Oda of his little sister this entire time. Of course, of course it was like that.

And staring at the red haired girl in front of him, Dazai couldn’t help but marvel in pure fascination. Who knew the person he was searching for his entire life would be the last remaining piece of his best friend.

Ango’s warning sounded clear in his brain but the boy couldn’t help but drown it out, knowing it was useless. He couldn’t walk away from this, he couldn’t walk away from her. Even if it was insanely dangerous, even if the demon prodigy had his way with her, Dazai knew he couldn’t ignore this.

Odasaku’s precious little sister, why did you have to be so enticing?

Smiling to himself, the bandaged kid then took a step closer in order to grab onto Asagao’s hand before pulling her forward with intent.

“Why would I be when I just got myself such an interesting girlfriend?”

Then all at once, he watched Asagao’s face light up with pure joy in order, her fingers twisting around him in order to squeeze his hand in reply. “W-Wait really?! You’re serious?”

Dazai then lowered his eyes before he felt his black port mafia heart seep in ever so slightly as he looked down on her all at once. “You might regret your decision though. I must warn you, I’m not a good man, Asa-chan. I could break you.”

And he knew he could so easily, just like all the others before. It didn’t matter if he was as clever as him, her heart wasn’t as soulless. That much was for certain.

Asagao only smiled though, no hesitation in her eyes as she hummed back. “If that’s the price for being with you, I will gladly take it. Just promise me that you’ll be the one to pull the trigger.”

Yes, perhaps it was selfish, perhaps the boy should’ve never agreed to such a thing because now he knew he would forever be at war with himself.

Between the boy that longed to have Odasaku back in this world, and the port mafia demon prodigy that wanted to crush the delicate flower called Asagao between his fingers until there was nothing left. They both hungered without his soul, pulling him in each direction.

But if he knew one thing it was that he would do everything within his power to keep the demon at bay just this one, just to be able to see Odasaku again in her eyes.

For you see, Osamu Dazai wasn’t a good man.

But he would try to be, for her.

“I promise.”

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#bsd dark era #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x fem reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai bsd #dazai x odasaku!sister #bsd odasaku #oda sakunosuke #odasaku sakunosuke

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classicslesbianopinions · 6 months

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oh how i would like to hear your thoughts ab what makes a character tragic and makes a story a tragedy...... (i read your tags)

ooh okay so there's not necessarily any one criterion that will apply universally and i'm definitely not an expert or anything. and also i will disclaim that i'm talking about, like, greek tragedy style tragedy rather than the colloquial present-day sense of the term. BUT the stuff that To Me marks something as a tragedy:

fate/sense of inevitability--like, there's no other possible way the story could end. this can be because the characters' actions/personality leads to their downfall, or because the ending is predestined, or often both (like, the quintessential example is oedipus being prophesied to kill his father/marry his mother, his parents exposing him so that wouldn't happen, and then him being secretly adopted and then finding out about the prophecy and being like "oh no i must leave my parents" and killing his father on the road/marrying his mother in thebes. in this case the events of the story are fated, but they also are very much caused by characters' choices and actions).

cycles, especially generational cycles--this plays into the inevitability but like. the idea that the same thing that happened to you is going to happen to your children etc etc etc and specifically the idea that your tragedy is going to cause their tragedy. the oresteia is a great example of this as our only extant full tragic cycle and also as a set of plays that breaks the cycle--there are two rounds of revenge killings and then there's kind of no one left to do the revenge killing and the gods set up a whole trial about it.

obviously like... death/murder/pain etc but generally in conjunction with the fate and cycles, it's possible to have a story where someone suffers without that story being a tragedy

and then i guess i would define a tragic character as someone who's like... experiencing suffering/cycles/fate in some way. which can happen in lots of ways, like obviously there are the examples above but there are plenty of modern examples, like i remember watching the tv show the politician and thinking it followed a pretty classic tragic arc (in that case i think where the characters' actions were their downfall but honestly i only watched it the once and haven't seen it in a million years), and i'll talk forever about how various seasons of doctor who are tragic in part because the doctor lives forever and therefore is fated to repeatedly outlive everyone they love (fate! cycles!)

there are a lot of people who have tried to define tragedy and if i were trying to be giving a well-rounded definition i would probably be citing aristotle about it but this is about a tumblr bracket. and it's also just my opinion/just my thoughts

#mod felix #tragedy poll

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alectology-archive · 1 year

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flexible prophecies that can be shrugged off by the people they were engineered for (although at what cost etc) is also, to my knowledge, very specifically a wot thing. I’ve personally never came across any other fantasy series that affords as much space for autonomy within prophecy that wot does. I guess there’s a question to be asked about how wot never actually involves characters picking the alternate path of those flexible prophecies though, and we can discuss why rj didn’t take that last step to explore the consequences of violating prophecy - but I still strongly feel that the characters who make those choices do so very organically, especially rand. the series mostly touches on how the people around him and the evolving circumstances influence him to commit better to becoming the perfect dying device… so of course he picks the paths that reinforce the inevitability of prophecy. moiraine’s and rand’s belief in them is demonstrated to be very strong and not necessarily as a good thing, although they do successfully manage to manipulate certain circumstances to suit their needs. mat’s arc as a whole is a tragedy, and he never quite recovers from his war trauma or his increasing awareness of the inevitability of the prophecies he was given, so it ends with him willingly engineering his own fate (marrying tuon, using prophecy to defeat the finn) after he fought really hard to resist prophecy in the earlier instalments of the series without any success. elaida uses her prophecy to enact her own downfall and that viewing never actually ends up influencing anybody apart from the foreteller (which is kind of unusual as far as prophecies go). tigraine had the choice to ignore prophecy and stay with her son, but she picked her duty and instead crossed the spine of the world to join the aiel. etc.

the flexibility of prophecy also happens to be a commentary on the inevitability of prophecy and I personally love that, tbh.

#text #wheel of time #min’s viewing don’t always come true and That’s Okay to me. there’s no series immune to an author making appropriate changes to a story as #the series continues to evolve. even if min’s viewings probably annoy me a little.#*viewings #wot notes

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j-ellyfish · 9 months

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I don't know if it's just me, but in World Stars also the ship content is limited compared to previous years, even Ludwig and Feliciano are not appearing together in the same chapter in a long time *sad noises*

And there are many other ships that haven't gotten their moments in a long time too, maybe one of the few exceptions is FrUk, you know Francis getting very worried for Arthur who is about to leave EU

Oh yeah you're right D: Gerita was still doing good in early World Stars but not anymore :( Maybe this is also why 'newer' fans seem generally less concerned about Gerita and how it is slowly slipping into "uncommon ship" state despite its absolute dominance in the early Hetalia scene, but like, not even just early, I feel like it was still pretty popular up until maybe 2014/2015-ish. It doesn't seem to me that UsUk and FrUk are encountering the same fate, at least not to the same extent. Sure they got less shippers than they did at Hetalia Fandom's peak, I guess, but the Gerita case is the most interesting one.

Especially because it's like Gerita is now living up to a sort of ghost legacy. If you ask most people, they'd say "oh yeah Gerita is so popular, so annoying I want to ship other stuff because Gerita is saturated with fans and content". But ... This is not true. Not in the 2020s. It's no longer true. And this, what I like to call the 'Gerita effect' (because I guess it's a phenomenon that can happen in any community and not just with ships), causes the perception of something to no longer match the real, current state of that something. We're used to say Gerita is popular and coddled, because that's definitely what it used to be, but if we take a moment to observe the reality around us today, without bias coming from a relatively distant past, we'll realize that it is no longer the case. Not in the fandom and, as you pointed out, not even in canon material. I think this is the reason why, surprisingly, Gerita Week didn't get a lot of attention last year (I think it was last year?). I joined it for some days but, I won't lie, my brain kept feeling in a safe net mindset that went "well it's not like they need me, Gerita Week definitely will get a lot of content regardless since it's Gerita, so I shouldn't sweat it like this". But no, in the end I realized I was falling for my own veteran perception, which is flawed and biased towards the past, how the ships scenario used to be like in this fandom.

Besides this, I think the (relative) downfall of Gerita's popularity was also caused by other factors. First of all, Feliciano became a controversial character. While Romano was always a popular character, in the early fandom most of the focus on him came from Spamano as a ship, or his relationship with Feliciano. As more and more people started to deem Spamano problematic, Romano needed a new place in the fandom's heart. This, I believe, was what marked Romerica's rise. And Romano's arc at Alfred's is often used as an argument to put the two Italian brothers against each other and fundamentally deem Feliciano as "the evil, preferred, spoiled brother" (obviously I'm not implying the opposite is true, both Italies are cool, traumatized and deserve love) to enhance Romano's worth and rights as a character of his own, away from Feliciano's orbit because it was Feliciano's orbit, in the early fandom, what was kind of overshadowing Romano (Spamano was often a clutch-ship in Gerita fics and art).

Let's admit it, humans generally likes what challenges the status quo. So, this new (not implying no one in early fandom might've had similar thoughts but it wasn't a fandom trend) interpretation of canon scratched the right itch in many fans who've never been head over heels for Feliciano and/or for Gerita to begin with, and possibly enjoyed less popular ships on average.

Meanwhile, in the late 2010s something else changed fandom spaces: Yaoi/BL experienced a growth in popularity and broke out of the "loud Internet niche" enclosure. This came with a huge luggage of controversies and debates over the nature of the seme/uke classification and an undeniable growth in popularity of ships with no rigid roles (seke/switches) and the assumptions of sexual role based on personality and physical appearance losing terrain. This had, as a result, a certain degree of demonization of ships that happened to fit perfectly in the "typical yaoi couple narrative".

Guess which ship fit perfectly there? Gerita, obviously. So, I believe many people ended up perceiving "traditional Gerita" as sort of weird, rooted in "old schemes" and not as alluring as it could've been for the average teen in early 2010s. Of course, this also caused Itager and less fluffy interpretations of Gerita (which have always been there but not fandom-wide trends) to rise in order to spice the old ship up.

So, as years went by, these trends continued, they piled up but eventually made Gerita lose a lot of terrain to other ships, ships that fit the "new image of the fandom" better. Perhaps the fact that Gerita was associated so strictly with the early fandom (and Germany being the focus on one of an7is' tone deaf takes on the series) also contributed to its current state, due to the internalized "sense of guilt" we as a fandom tend to have due to some bad apples that populated and populate our fandom like any other.

Huhhh okay I'm not sure how this ended up being a dissection on Gerita's popularity but I hope you don't mind. Also I didn't want to bring up any drama involving fans because I think a single fan cannot do as much harm to a ship as trends and natural human behavior does to a fandom as a whole, as every fandom is fundamentally a bite-sized society like a town or a Country.

Speaking of FrUk, I was really happy to see France's more chaotic side slipping out a little in the Brexit arc, although it made me miss old Hetalia even more </3

#hetalia #ask #gerita #ary spoke

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theywhospringforth · 8 days

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@angstandhappiness in reply to your question on (this) post. Plus some other things I has going on in my brain.

In the god of life turned mortal version of twsf au, the Lamb actually foresaw the downfall of the first gods and that being imprisoned would help them escape from the fate of the others. Not sure if I'll leave this the same for the other version of twsf au or do something a little bit different.

They Who Spring Forth is definitely a lot less mentally stable before becoming mortal. They carve out pieces of their body in order to create catalysts for new mortals to become gods, not just replace the old one.

They also create the Snake of Sin (from their own flesh) who ends up taking residence within The Red Crown at some point in time.

Heh heh...

Every quasi-immortal within several continent's radii seeing Lambren, (ex)God of Life: YOU!

Lambren: 🥳🕺💃😝 Me

Mystic Seller thought they'd finally seen the last of The Lamb of Life but guess who shows up after "killing" death? Looking to reclimb the ranks into godhood??

Lambren is absolutely a pain in the ass on purpose and seems to enjoy inciting fury in others.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #twsf au #cotl lamb #lambren is a such a little shit but i love them for it #they have a few lessons to teach to Narinder before they ascend back into godhood

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 6 months

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Class 78, before anything happens, I'd like to know how you all have felt about working for the FF all this time. Has it been a blast, was it a honor, were you all happy with the time you spent?

I had a lot of regrets...and I've worked to overcome them. Even if we lose on this day, and I know we won't, I will never regret having done my best for my friends.

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Honestly, this is all such a drag...I don't wanna be fighting in wars but...I'm more of a man than to just let my friends fight my battles for me.

I'm going to prove just how strong I've become...! No matter what, we can't let Despair win!

Future Foundation or not, I know terror and evil when I see it! And when I see it...I PUMMEL IT!

No matter what comes my way, I'm proud to be the Branch Chief I am, and my morals will never waver, even in immense hardship!

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I JUST WANNA LIVE DAMMIT!

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Future Foundation of today has shown me a true world of power, yet peace. And I'm not ready to let that go yet.

I left Future Foundation because I found out I wasn't cut out to lead...Deep down, I still think this is my fault, but that's exactly why I can't run away! Even as an ex-foundation member, I still have a duty to right my wrongs and save the world!

I think it goes without saying just how much I care about the fate of the Foundation and the fate of the world. Even if I've made mistakes that near led to our downfall, I've learned from them. I will hold it up with my bare hands if that's what it takes to protect it!

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Future Foundation isn't perfect...No matter how much we pretend, the cracks in our armor are what allowed Zetsubou to defeat us for so long...But now? Now we're gonna BREAK THEM...!

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Look, let's be real...This is SUCKY! I hate it all, and I just want it to be over, but I guess I gotta work for it first!

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I always thought Chairwoman was a tough position, but even after everything, I don't regret taking up the mantle. As stressful as the job is, somebody's got to do it. And this world still needs us, so the Future Foundation isn't going down today...!

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#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #aoi asahina #byakuya togami #toko fukawa #yasuhiro hagakure #leon kuwata #sayaka maizono #mondo owada #chihiro fujisaki #kiyotaka ishimaru #hifumi yamada #sakura ogami #the day the world stood still arc #ask

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pinkiepiebones · 11 months

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whats up with dwight frye? /gen

i've looked him up b4 but didnt see anything upsetting and just wonder if im missin smth

His is just a sad story. The Fangoria I bought for the Renfield article (April 2023 issue) had a writeup of Frye right after the Renfield section, and it just made my heart hurt.

Basically, he was born in 1899 and grew up in a household that considered acting something sinful, but he had a great talent so at age 23 he jaunts off to New York and starts doing plays on Broadway, he marries and he and his wife move to Hollywood and in 1930 he's cast in Dracula. He was kind of what we'd call a "method" actor today- in one Broadway play where his character gets in a fight, he kept a box of sand backstage so he could appear dirtied up instead of just changing into a dirty version of his costume- so like in between takes on Dracula, when Lugosi would strike poses in a mirror and proclaim "I AM Dracula," Frye would allegedly lurk in the shadows and watch everyone with wide, wild eyes.

The movie opened in February 1931 and I guess people just didn't "get" Frye, you know? He was then cast as Fritz in Universal's Frankenstein (again, method shit; Mae Clarke said Frye would "scuttle like a spider" in the shadows, never breaking character bwtween takes. "He scared the Hell out of everyone!"). Frankenstein opened in December 1931 and sealed Frye's typecast fate.

The quote isn't dated but Fangoria has Frye's feelings on this movie called The Vampire Bat: "If God is good, I will be able to play comedy, in which I was featured on Broadway for eight seasons, and in which no producers of motion pictures will give me a chance! And please, God, may it be before I go screwy, playing idiots, half-wits, and lunatics on the talking screen!" :(

He went back to Broadway but the plays he was in flopped. Director James Whale cast him as "Karl" in 1935's Bride of Frankenstein, and in the 40s was in a stage production of Dracula as well as stuff that sounds like shit like Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man.

Then WWII was swinging in to high gear so Frye started working nights at an aircraft facility in Santa Monica, had heart problems he refused to see a doctor for (Christian Science faith). Things were just starting to look good- he had landed a big role in an upcoming movie called Wilson which I guess was to be about Woodrow Wilson when in 1943 he had a heart attack and died. He was 44.

The following is verbatim from the article because this is what hurt me so: "Dwight David Frye, who died in 2003, remembered that his father received virtually no fan fame in his lifetime. On the rare occasion that a Dracula fan did recognise him and asked for an autograph, Dwight Frye, amazed that anyone recalled his pitiful Renfield, invariably sighed with a grateful sentiment. Considering his macabre professional downfall, his inscription was heartbreaking:

'Thanks for remembering, Dwight Frye.' "

... so yeah that's why I'm all like WE REMEMBER YOU DWIGHT. 😢

#dwight frye

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Okay I have two totk timeline theories:

1. It takes place after ocarina of time n thr Downfall timeline when hyrule has been all but lost in the devastation after the hero's death. Sonia is a descendant of OoT Zelda.

This is based on the use of the term Imprisoning War, which so far has used to refer to the war in which ganon was sealed by the sages sometime between Downfall OoT and A link to the Past. Evidence for this includes a whole bunch of OoT symbolism and parallels that I was not expecting but Holy Cow

2. It takes place between Skyward Sword and Minish cap. Sonia is the descendant of Skyward Sword Link and Zelda, and the Kingdom of Hyrule is formed from the peoples of hyrule, inxluding the hylians, who had long settled on the surface but hadnt really formed a government. Of the two, my guess is that this is more likely? Additional evidence/theory? To add to this:

Long ago, at an unspecified point after the Era of Prosperity, in which the Kingdom of Hyrule was established, and during the Force Era, the world was on the verge of being swallowed by shadow, plagued by evil monsters and the atrocities they wrought upon it. As doom seemed near at hand, the Hero of Men stepped forth to combat the evil creatures and save Hyrule from the brink of destruction.[9] It was then that the tiny Minish descended from the skies, bringing the Hero of Men a magical sword called the Picori Blade and a source of great magical power called the Light Force.[10] Using these sacred gifts, the Hero of Men was able to drive back the monsters and magically sealed them all away within the Bound Chest.[11][12] The Light Force was then sealed within the body of Hyrule's princess and was passed down to her successors through the generations.[13] This secret of the Light Force's true fate was only documented in one place: the stained-glass windows of a secret chamber within the Elemental Sanctuary that connects Hyrule to the Minish Realm.

So. This is PRETTY spoilery so proceed carefully: Rauru and his sister, Mineru, are the only ones of the Zonai remaining. What happened to the rest?

I think the became the Minish. Descended from the sky, connected with powers of light, heck, even bearing mysterious magical stones--predecessors of the Kinstones, perhaps?

That's.... pretty much all I have to offer. My only other guess is that the zoni appeared around thr time the timeline reformed, because how else are the Rito and the Zora here?

The timeline is pretty weird and to be honest rather frustrating. I don't think its an attempt to retcon skyward sword, as there are some pretty significant moments directly referring to Skyward Sword later in the game... but the timeline confuses the heck out of me. That's pretty much my only complaint about the game though.

#loz totk #totk spoilers #totk timeline theories #loz oot #loz skyward sword #loz minish cap

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Psst top Wheel of Time ships and characters? (Also can I ask for any of your thoughts on Nynaeve?)

I should do a whole separate post on Nynaeve honestly but suffice it to say for this one that I love her very very much, didn't appreciate her nearly enough on my first read but appreciate her more every reread since.

since I love lists, here's a couple lists for you

CHARACTERS

Rand al'Thor. I don't usually latch onto protagonists but when I do they're depressed and a mess! And that's Rand for you. I really appreciate the way that Jordan plays with the Chosen One archetype specifically by looking at the damage it does/can do to a person, and the way that Rand is gradually wrecked by the weight of prophecy and expectation such that the only way to escape it, in the end, is to become not himself. Whatever my feelings about his ending (not entirely positive), I think there's a very painful and poignant statement in there.

Ishamael/Moridin/Elan Morin Tedronai. Who doesn't love a fatalistic villain longing for oblivion and believing that serving evil is the only way to get it! I'm sure that's universal. I wrote sort of a character study of him and I think personally it is one of my underappreciated fics. Couldn't say why, I don't know how this isn't a subject that everyone is clamoring to read.

Min Farshaw. My beloved since the first time I read the series and I don't think it's just because she had short hair like me, though that's probably part of it. I think I just enjoy the way she thinks, her narration, the way she's simultaneously deeply caring and a little bit snarky, the way that she interacts with fate and inevitability. I don't know, I struggle to articulate it. I just know that I loved her first as a character and I still love her.

Tuon (Fortuona) Athaem Kore Paendrag. My problematic fave (other than, I guess, the aforementioned nihilistic actual antagonist). I just...she's fascinating. She's a cipher. She's the embodiment of an evil empire and absolutely going to oversee its downfall. She craves absolute control and copes poorly with not having it. Her dynamic with Mat is my favorite relationship in the series. What a gal.

Nynaeve al'Vere. In contrast to Min, I didn't appreciate Nynaeve enough on early reads (I didn't dislike her, I just didn't appreciate her enough), but that's thoroughly changed and at this point I do think she's one of my favorite characters. She's so contradictory and an unreliable narrator but in a very particular way that I feel like I don't run into very often. She's so much fun to read about, and also trying so hard to prove herself, and so determined to help people (even when they maybe don't want to be helped). She's a healer first and foremost and never loses sight of that, or of her resolve to protect her people. What a gal. But in a very different way than the above.

HONORABLE MENTIONS: Mat Cauthon and Aviendha.

SHIPS

Mat/Tuon. I said their dynamic was my favorite in the series and I meant it. They have such a good courtship, the way they dance around each other and play off each other and play their relationship like a game of strategy is so much fun for me.

Rand/Min. If Min was my first favorite character then Rand/Min was my first OTP (and incidentally the first pairing I wrote porn for!). I think my favorite thing about them is the way that they're friends, or feel like it, in a way that Rand doesn't always feel like friends with the other ladies. Sometimes I appreciate that in a pairing. They just seem like they enjoy each other's company even outside of the romantic aspect, and I love that for them.

Aviendha/Elayne. Welcome to the gayest ostensibly sister relationship in the whole series!!!! No honestly though on reread I was like "how is this not explicitly a thing, I mean, I know why, but Jordan you've established some people are gay in this universe and you have Aviendha lovingly describing Elayne's naked body and, again, the gayest sister-making ceremony I've read, and tell me that they're not totally and completely, romantically and sexually, in love? Fie, I say. Lies and foolishness. They're in love and they're so valid for it.

Nynaeve & Rand. Sneaking an & ship on here! Especially as the series goes on, their relationship is soooo important to me. There's a short list of people who care about Rand-as-Rand with no ulterior motives beyond that, and Nynaeve is near the top of that list. And I love, too, that their dynamic isn't romantic in the least.

Tuon/Egwene. @highladyluck pretty much single-handedly sold me on this one and I'm so glad she did. Absolutely brilliant and galaxy brained. Egwene should've lived just so she and Tuon could have a hideously complicated enemyship. The missed opportunities.

BONUS: Rand/Min/Morshamael Tedronai.

#conversating #anonymous #will say that faile/berelain almost made it on as a bonus #wheel of time #wot book spoilers

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21 for the writer’s ask game?

Thank you so much for the Ask, @mk-writes-stuff!!!

21. Who is/are your favorite character(s) to write?

This is such a great question! Since I have quite a lot of WIPs, I have a lot of favorite characters I love to write about as well - so, for the sake of making this answer easier for me, I'll choose some characters from Enchanted Illusions and Of Starlight and Beasts to narrow down the list (and because these two WIPs are my "Words Into Potions" project this March!)

While I like almost all of my main characters and POV characters some of them just take the cake when it comes to being the ones I have the most fun writing and creating!

I'll give a quick summary to each of the characters I mention here (:

Of Starlight and Beasts

Leora Tallin - a young warrior from the former kingdom of Idrevan, which was conquered and annexed by the Crimson Queen's army generations ago. Leora was once a terrified orphan child whose magic caught the attention of Meira's army, who intended to have her trained as a soldier for their wars - a fate she narrowly escaped thanks to her older sister rescuing her. Now, Leora is the leader of a growing faction in Idrevan's underworld, seeking to offer the oppressed a chance of freedom away from the Crimson Queen's hold on their land. She's very much a brash, "strike first, ask questions later" type of character, and is also highly intelligent - while she yearns for her revenge on the General who ruined her childhood - a General who also nearly killed her adoptive brother - Leora also knows that openly standing up to Queen Meira without a plan would be a disaster waiting to happen, and so she waits and grows her power for the perfect opportunity to take a stand.

Arammys Lochlain (also this book's certified cinnamon roll!): Arammys is a young man whose memories of his past were stolen from him, for a reason he does not know. He is also the Starlit Guardian - (someone who has the most ancient and powerful magic their world can possess, a power said to be remnants of the power that created the realms, a magic which his family line have been the carriers of for millennia now). I love writing Arammys because, he's just the sweetest, kindest, most pure-of-heart character in this whole series - and despite his normally pacifist manner, he is also someone people really, really shouldn't mess with. I guess I just really love the "cinnamon roll that could kill you" type of characters lmao! He is the love interest of Corah, one of the main characters, and their story is one of my all-time favorite subplots this book has to offer!

Eidan Delythen - A formerly bright-eyed inventor, ward of a noble family, Eidan's world was destroyed and torn upside down by his treasonous uncle. Blaming himself for the fate of those he once called family, who died at the hands of his uncle, Eidan resigned himself to a life of solitude, whilst he sought a way to put an end to the evils and beasts that the corrupted magic of the Crimson Queen's magic brought to the land, as a way to redeem himself. He's very much a morally grey, scheming character when he is first introduced to the story, which I think is part of the reason why I love writing him so much - at first, he finds himself joining the MCs in their quest because he believes it will advance his goals, but as the story progresses and their bond starts to grow he genuinely starts caring about his newfound friends and participating on the quest for the right reasons while remaining quite the schemer when it comes to plotting the villains' downfalls. I guess it is just so cool to write the character whom he becomes later on in the book - still a morally grey, scheming character who manipulates situations for his gain, but who now does it with a noble goal in mind, to help his friends.

Tomasa Flammyr - She lives in the kingdom's coastal city, and is hopelessly in love with her girlfriend, Nadya. Tomasa also has high hopes of one day joining the royal Navy - her whole reason for helping the main cast, other than stopping the Crimson Queen will save thousands of innocents, is that she believes this is her chance to become the hero she dreamed of, just like the ones in the tales she was told growing up, and that it'll also be her chance to impress her future in-laws. She also happens to be a very (literally, physically and mentally, she's unbelievably strong) strong female character - she could carry most of the main characters with one arm and be unfazed - which, for me, is one of the reasons I love writing her so much. Other than that, she is just a really sweet person who also is a brave and honorable fighter, who loves puppies and all things cute in the world, but who also could defeat a giant in a five-minute brawl. Her secret shapeshifting ability is also a part of one of the greatest plot twists of the book! (:

Enchanted Illusions

Augustus Grimmure - One of the book's protagonists, Augustus is an all-powerful necromancer who made a deal with the deamon Deathbringer (an ancient entity of their world) for more power after being betrayed by his peers. He dreams of creating a world where innocent people are safe from harm, and where progress can really flourish - and being an "anti-hero" type of character, he believes that this can only achieved by purging all those who are pointlessly cruel and abusive from the city, eliminating the worst criminals, the kind of people who would create more injustices like the ones he faced. I just love how, while he is a morally grey character who often does questionable things for a noble/good goal (and is not above killing his enemies), he is also a kind and caring young scholar who wants to keep his friends and loved ones safe and happy. The dichotomy of someone who can go "I'll devour your soul" to criminals/his sworn enemies, and then do a 180° and go back home to his friends and family like nothing happened, straight up "Do you want hot chocolate, my dear?", is very fun and compelling for me to write!

Marcus Kallihan - The most dangerous assassin Ansburke has ever seen, Marcus Kallihan rose from street urchin to king of one of the most powerful mobs in the city. He runs the city's criminal underworld with an iron fist, ensuring that while his business is booming, innocent and honest folk can have a better and brighter future than the one he had. He runs The Fair - a giant underworld city-like landscape underneath the city of Ansburke, where he welcomes the outcasts and misfits from all around the region, and where he conducts most of his underworld business as well. He is a mobster with a strict moral compass, much different than his fellow mob bosses in other gangs, and due to him being a very much "Robin Hood" like figure, is adored by the people. He is also known as the Phoenix. I just love how his character is a badass with a heart of gold who took "the cards he was dealt with" and used them as a chance to give people like him a different fate than his, so that no other street kid had to resort to crimes to get by, like he had to.

(Most characters in Enchanted Illusions are antiheroes, which is really due to the world they live in, and that's very interesting dynamic as a whole for me)

Evangeline Daemitya - Daughter of the richest and most powerful man in the city (Damien Daemitya, heir of the most influential family in Ansburke, and also a member of the city's High Council of Sorcerers), Evie is a very sweet, studious, and opinionated lady, despite her sheltered existence. She has the means to make this city a better place, and when she discovers a conspiracy involving the nobility of the city, Evie takes it upon herself to change the way things are about to go. She's determined, madcap, and stubborn, a daredevil at heart who is not afraid of taking risks and leaps of faith if it means getting things done, while also being one of the most polite and pure characters in the book. She's very feminine and very strong at the same time! She wants to be a good person - unlike her callous, abusive ex-step-mother, who made a great part of her past a living hell - and use her extensive monetary means, as well as her knowledge, to give the city a chance at progress.

#wip: enchanted illusions #wip: of starlight and beasts #asked and answered!#thanks for the ask!#ask games! (:#writing #writeblr #writers #writerblr #my writing #asked and answered #my characters #character writing #my wips #writers on tumblr

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