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httpswritings · 2 months
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The Goalkeeper's Duty — Misa Rodríguez x Reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 645
Summary: Your love for Misa.
A/N: I really wanted to write for Misa but never got an idea to begin with. She's so stunning and her accent is so beautiful 💗
You'd never expected to fall for a Real Madrid player, especially the goalkeeper.
Every time you scored a goal against Real Madrid, you felt as if you wanted to throw up.
You had grown up being a huge Barça fan but still fell for your rival goalkeeper's charm.
You weren't quite sure when that happened; maybe it did when you spent time with Misa during Spanish National Team camp. You discovered how outgoing and funny she was, always teasing you for the slightest things but still being sweet towards you. 
The more time you spent with her, the more you wanted to know about her life, her family, and her place of birth. You even made the effort to watch some Real Madrid men's matches with her, and eventually you found yourself watching her play any time you could on your computer or phone.  
You both loved and hated to play against her. You were excited to be in the same place as her, but you felt completely defeated when you saw her devastated after playing against your team, even if you had won the game.
That's why you decided to break up. It was consuming you both and affecting your professionalism. How could it not? You would see your girlfriend on her knees crying, and you couldn't do anything, at least in public. 
You had remained friends with her even if you knew that you could never see her as one.
And you reaffirmed that when you had to play against her in the Spanish Supercopa's semifinal, ending the match by scoring two goals and being chosen as the MVP.
You were greeting every Real Madrid player after the match until you got to her.
Misa smiled at you, but in her eyes, you could only see guilt and shame.
You pulled her in for a hug and whispered in her ear, “God forbid me for saying this about Real Madrid, but I have wouldn't minded you stopping my goals.”
She laughed, “I thought you bleeded Barça.”
Back when you were together, you both loved to tease each other about your respective teams.
That playfulness was probably what had you hooked on your relationship's dynamic.
Playing against your lover's team and then spending the night with her. 
“You know I bleed Barça, but I lov— I have so much respect for you.”
You looked at her one more time and let her go as she went to quickly greet the rest of your teammates.
You decided to message her as you were completely sure of how hard she was on herself, especially the night after a defeat.
You had seen it after the defeat against Japan at the World Cup.
“Can I go to your place?”
You saw her typing every five seconds but not getting any response, so you tried to reassure her of your support and that you wanted nothing else but to be there for her.
“It's late and not safe. Let me drive to the hotel you're staying at, and then we can see what we do.”
Sneaking out of the hotel at almost 1 AM, you got into her car, laughing about how she was in her pyjamas.
“It's 1 AM; how did you expect me to be dressed up like?”
If you were being honest, you didn't want her in any clothes, not in a sexual way, though , but pure intimacy in the form of preparing her a bath where she could relax with you holding her in your arms.
A place where she didn't have to worry about Real Madrid and where you didn't have to worry about keeping up your team's name, even if that sounded hypocritical.
“Let's go home, Mimi.”
She smiled when you heard the nickname only you called her by, and that's when she realized you truly loved her for who she was.
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omeganronpa · 1 year
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I’m Not That Kind Of Villian - Omega!Izuku Midoriya
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A/N: For @animeomegas​. Reverse Canon!AU (all heroes are villains and all villains are heroes)  >;p
Warnings: Deku being a little psychotic but lowkey Alpha is too, teasing game, a bit NSFW, I tried a weird thing with this one and Im not sure the tense changes carried over the way I envisioned but whatever.
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The beginning of your official relationship with Deku started when you were stabbed.
If you were being honest, you would admit that it could have started in a nicer way. You weren’t going to complain though. Not when the Omega you had pined over cuddled up to you every night and whispered how much he loved you until he fell asleep. Not when he allowed you to court him, mate him, and begin the process of starting a family with him. 
Not when he did this wicked little thing with his tongue....
You digress. 
The last thing you remembered before the blackness consumed you was searing pain in your face and mouth. You think you reached consciousness a few times between the time you passed out and the time you know you woke up but you couldn’t be sure. Time felt like a haze, a distant, dream-like sensation fogging your mind and making it near impossible to distinguish where the line between dreams and reality was. You saw worried green eyes every time you felt like you were floating which didn’t help differentiating the two. 
Deku often appeared in your dreams. A worrying amount one might say, even with the weird ‘unspoken but everyone knows’ situationship you had going on with the Omega villain. You never had a direct conversation with him about where your relationship was going to go but it had been heavily implied that you were his, in all capacities, the moment you joined him in the new LOV. 
If you concentrate hard enough, you can vaguely remember being sat upright by one of the LOV nurses and a pulling sensation on your tongue and cheek.
“Don’t talk. Don’t move your tongue or mouth,” she had said, her voice as gentle as her touch “You were stabbed through the cheek....” The rest of her explanation faded away, her voice garbling like she had slipped under water. You must have passed out.
When you woke up, for the first time or the twentieth time you still weren’t sure, there was only the sound of beeping and gentle breathing. You couldn’t move much but there was no pain. There was something odd surrounding the perimeter of your face, clamping it.
‘I think…my cheek?’ was all you could manage in your head because thinking was very hard. They must have busted out the good stuff. 
The lights overhead were muted, a small mercy as your senses slowly came back to you. You wondered if your eyes were as swollen as they felt. Probably not since blinking doesn’t suck as much as it does when you have a swollen eye. Your tongue though….
That was definitely swollen. 
And it tasted disgusting.
But before you could sit with the feeling, the memories filtered back slowly, one by one. A new hero recruited into Shigaraki’s agency, the sidekick that you had thought was a civilian who had gotten trapped in the chaos, the explosions, the knife the sidekick had going through the soft flesh of your cheek, the sound of angry yelling, the smell of blood, and the ground coming up to meet your face. 
‘Fucking asshole. I hope you bang your pinky toe on every single piece of furniture you ever come across for the rest of your life,’ you think, salty as hell that you hadn’t realized the very obvious trap. 
Hindsight is 20/20 and you hated it.
“Are you awake?” a smooth voice asks, breaking you from your reverie. You blink a few times, trying to force some movement to turn your head but you can’t. You grunt, attempting to open your mouth as much as the contraption would let you only to immediately shut it when sharp, searing pain spreads through your face.
A disheveled Deku appears in your line of sight, worry written in the lines of his mouth and between his brows, “Ssh, don’t move. Don’t speak. You aren’t healed yet. You are okay. It's all okay now.”
A warm hand grips your weak one. Another reaches up to undo whatever it was around your head. He dropped it to the ground and curled his fingers to stroke the top of your head. A soft, soothing scent filters its way through your nose and into your body. Your heart starts pounding. 
“Do you remember what happened?” he asks gently, “One squeeze for yes. Two for no.”
You squeeze once, a barely there movement. There is a part of you that is terrified. You failed Deku. You had promised him that you would follow him into the dark and wherever it brought him. You would obey his every order. You would help him bring about change in all the corrupt systems in place on both sides. You had sworn on your life that you would not fail him.
And you did.
“I’m not mad,” he gently said as if reading your mind, his fingers stroking the skin of your forehead, “Well, I am but not at you. You made the right call. You were doing what I asked.” His gaze leaves yours to stare at a point in the wall. His fingers don’t stop moving. 
You count the freckles on his face, unable to do much else since you couldn’t speak.
“I’ve killed them,” he murmurs, voice dark in the way you know means danger. The darkness fell over his eyes as he stared into nothing, the green disappearing underneath it. “I took them to the hideout. Not the main one. The other one.”
You know which one he is referencing all too well. You do a lot of your ‘work’ there with his prisoners. Your quirk wasn’t good for much but it was good for what Deku needed.
“I tore them apart. Slowly. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally,” a wide, psychotic grin spreads across his face as he sinks into his memory. He giggles a little, the sound hollow, “I took their mate too. They were easy enough to find. Made them watch as the other hurt. Made them see how their actions led them both to their fate. I almost let them go, you know?”
He looked back down at you and despite the scary look in his eyes, you felt safe.
“You like letting people go. Let them live in fear,” the crazy gives way to something softer, his voice dropping to something light, “But I couldn’t let them go. Not when you were like this. My precious Alpha.” 
He drops a kiss on your forehead, “So I separated them. Listened to their panic and smelt their terror. It made me so angry. How dare they feel this way when they’ve done the same to me? I couldn’t have that. I let them hear each other die. I made them scream.”
You could only imagine what he had done to get the result he wanted. You could tell by his scent alone that he found fulfillment in his justice. Vengeance? 
Same thing when it came to Deku.
“You won’t be able to speak for a while. The knife went through your cheek into your tongue. Both have stitches,” he coos, pretty green eyes clear and kind, “You’ll recover. Your cheek will probably scar.” 
The scary look is back as he stares at your cheek but it turns sad very quickly. 
“I am not going to make the same mistake twice. I was foolish,” he whispered, leaning closer so you were breathing the same air. He didn’t seem put off by how busted you must look or smell, which you were grateful for because goddamn, he is gorgeous. “When you went down, all I remember thinking was that I hadn’t told you I loved you as much as I do. That I want you as my mate, officially. And I wondered if you knew. I was terrified that you were going to die not….” his words trembled, “not knowing it….”
You can’t move, helpless to watch the Omega’s distress as he shuddered, “You love me so openly and I didn’t give you that back.”  The wave of scent he releases is upset and sour and you try your best to meet it with a soothing one.
“No more,” he says after long moments of regaining his composure, the scary look back in his eyes. “No more.”
---
‘No more’ was right.
Overnight, your dynamic with Deku changed.
Deku went from casual flirting, subtle looks, and leading you around as his right hand to being very outwardly possessive and claiming. Instead of having the seat to his right, you were promoted to being his chair. You were there with him during every meeting, every engagement with the other villains, and when he wanted to sit, he would push you down and take his seat on your lap as if this was a normal thing to do. 
He wouldn’t sit still either, not unless you made him, and even then, he was shameless. It took everything inside of you to keep your face straight when Deku rubbed himself across your thigh in front of the entire league as he gave out new assignements. If Uraraka winks at you one more time....
Anyway, Deku connected himself to you however he could. You couldn’t walk into a room without him holding your hand or linking your arms together. When he spoke to others, he did so nestled against your side like the demure Omega he was not. He bit at your neck and earlobes whenever you did your cursory scans of the room because how dare you pay attention to anything other than him?
You couldn’t eat most things. The nurse said that you’d be stuck on a liquid and semi-liquid diet until your tongue and cheek healed. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world but it was very limiting. Deku had been making you different soups and stews to make it easier for you and when you didn’t feel like eating, he attached an IV into your arm to feed you that way. 
The only thing that didn’t really change was Deku speaking for the both of you. You rarely ever spoke when dealing with Deku’s minions or his partners. He introduced you. He answered questions for you. He made sure you weren’t the center of attention when someone noticed you lurking around him. You were seen and not heard because no one needed to target you unnecessarily. 
For the most part, you were used to him saying whatever he wanted. Because he does, in fact, say whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Mouth in use or not, you couldn’t stop him if you tried. 
What did change was how he took every opportunity to talk about you and the things he says openly now that you are officially together.
Which, you know, is fine for the most part. You were flattered that every time someone came to see you or ask how you were doing, he jumped on the chance to inform them that you were ‘his Alpha now, officially, his, only his, don’t touch, you know what, don’t even look too long okay, this is mine now, yes they can’t speak but its fine, they know right Alpha? You are mine right?’ 
You would nod, a half-grin forming on the uninjured side of your face and he would wiggle happily before going back to discussing whatever horrible thing he was planning next. 
It was everything you ever wanted with Deku. 
You just wish you were prepared for his teasing. 
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“I can’t wait,” the green-haired Omega purred, his body rubbing sensually on yours as he straddled you on your bed. What had been a one-sided, neutral discussion of what to do about Dabi’s sudden turn to the dark side slowly morphed into Deku teasing you relentlessly with all his plans for your mating ceremony. You had squeezed his ass harshly when he said he didn’t see the point of a proper courtship.
Your disagreement delighted him so he pressed a few more buttons, just to get you to squeeze him more. 
The little sadist wanted to be bruised. 
“I have so many things I want to try.” His fingers pressed against your lips before trailing down to grope along the front of your body. Still teasing you despite the way his panty-clad ass was red and throbbing in your hands. His mischief was written all over his face as he smiled and bit his own lips, his hips gyrating the tiniest bit. 
The stitches on your cheek pull a bit as you clench your jaw to keep from speaking. Blood rushed between your legs, Deku’s eyes brightening as he felt you grow.
“Glad to see I’m not the only one interested,” he winked, shifting his hips a bit to rub his sore ass directly against your bulge, “Oooh what are you into? Because I really want you to make me cry.”
Yeah, yeah you can make him cry. You can definitely make him cry. 
Your enthusiasm must have shown on your face because his cheeky grin widened, “You think you can make me cry Alpha? Make me cum over and over again until there is nothing left but still push for more?” He leans in closer, dropping his voice into a whisper, “will you make me wet myself? Force all the cum out of me until the only thing I have left is piss? Please?”
The stitches couldn’t contain the entire force of your growl, the sound rumbling viciously behind your closed lips. You smack his reddened flesh again before gripping it harshly in your hands. He purrs his approval. A wave of lust bursts from your scent glands, bathing you both in a haze of Alpha horny. 
“Oh you are a brute. Smells so good,” he sighs, batting long eyelashes before his face drops into a pout, “But we can’t now can we?”
You pause, body tensing as you motion for him to continue. What does he mean you can’t? Does he not know who the fuck you are? Just because you don’t have a working mouth at the moment doesn’t mean you can’t get down and dirty. You had working fingers and a working cock. You could still make him feel good.
“You can’t consent,” he sighs mockingly, batting big green doe eyes at you. Your eyes narrow. He’s the devil. You are convinced he’s the devil. No one besides the devil would be this evil. His finger pulled your bottom lip gently, “You can’t tell me you want it.”
With a determined huff, he got off your lap with the grace only he seemed to have and with a nod, he assured, “Until then, we cannot do anything. I’m not that kind of villain.”
You could only stare in horrified wonder as he sauntered out of your bedroom, swinging his hips more than necessary as he did. 
---
You wish it had stopped there.
But it hadn’t.
No. Deku didn’t believe in letting you have a moment’s peace. 
“Ooh what did you make?” the Omega cooed, bouncing into the dining area as you set the hot pot in the center of the table. You motion for him to take a look. 
He looks approvingly, taking a deep breath of the stew you had made to feed everyone, before twirling over to press against you. You smile, putting down the napkins you had been placing down to grip him close with a humming noise. 
Deku slides between you and the table, pressing a kiss to his finger and then pressing it to your closed mouth. His body was warm against yours, so very warm. You purr approvingly as trickster hands wander up and down your body, groping and squeezing as they did. 
When he pulls away, he bats his long, dark lashes at you and you think he’s going to say something sweet. 
“I’m not wearing panties,” is what he says instead, eyes wide and gleeful.
404 Error. 
Rebooting. 
System Detected: Hard Cock. 
He giggles and its then that you realize that he is wearing a large black T-shirt. Only a large black T-shirt. The hem ended at his midthigh, leaving long pale legs bare. 
“Don’t believe me Alpha?” he coos, his tone just on this side of mocking, “Let me show you.”
Somehow, Deku wiggles his way so he’s bent over the table without putting much distance between you. Over his shoulder, he instructs you, “Go ahead Alpha. Check. I promise I’m not wearing any.” 
The throbbing in your pants told you to check and you listened to it, growling behind your lips when you find that he is telling the truth. 
“See?” he giggles, wiggling his hips back and forth, brushing against your crotch, “No panties. All ready for you to fuck me.” He moans at his own words, red flush bright on his face. 
Your hands grip onto his ass and spread the flesh apart, taking a nice long look at the image he presents to you, hoping to searing into your brain for eternity. He giggles breathlessly as your hands massage around his ass and upper thighs, fingertips brushed the very edge of his swollen, wet, ready hole. A rumble echoes from your ribcage. 
“Are you gonna touch me Alpha?” Deku asks, cloyingly sweet, “Please? Can’t you see that I’m all achy and needy?”
Before you can accept his invitation, the door to the dining area opens once more. Deku’s team walks through and you see each of them pause, take note of the situation happening on the dining room table, and close the door behind them, seemingly unphased. Deku doesn’t flinch as they gather around the table. You do though, heart suddenly beating somewhere in your ass.
Perplexed and unable to stop your body from growing hotter at the sudden audience, you look between Deku and them with wide-eyes, desperately trying to figure out how to explain this away. 
You can’t. Your brain has shut down once again, unable to cope. You feel like passing away. 
You seem to be the only one having a meltdown though and it only further serves to freak you out just that much more. 
Why are they so calm? Why was Deku not moving away? Why didn’t they leave?
Do they just not care? That could be it. Maybe they just don’t care. Yeah, that seems...
Your brain stops you without your permission. After having spoken to the brain down below that currently has all your blood, they have made the joint decision to shift gears and offer an alternative scenario.
Do...do they just...watch each other? Are...are you now discovering something new about these people you thought you knew? How much do they see? How far does that go? Since when? How are you just now finding out about this?
Have...have they fucked eachother? 
But when would Deku have participated? You are with him most of the time and he never leaves the lair without you and he sleeps in the room right next to yours and you’ve never heard anything through the monitor he insisted on having between your rooms....
For a few harsh moments, no one moves and a very naughty question pops into your head.
Am I...supposed to keep going? Are they...waiting for me to fuck him?
“You could,” he whispers, once more proving that he could read you mind. He grinded his bare ass back onto you, flushed and preening, “You could fuck me here. Right on the table. In front of everyone. I’d let you. I’d let you breed me in front of everyone.” 
You briefly look up to see all of Deku’s team taking their seats at the dining table. Shouto leans forward, resting his head on his crossed wrists. His face was cool, stoic, but there was a dangerous spark in his eyes as he watched Deku rub onto the bulge in your pants. Iida’s darkened gaze and wolfish grin tells you everything you need to know. You don’t bother looking at the girls.
You could smell their excitement. 
Deku doesn’t stop.
“You could sit at the head of the table and fuck up into me. Keep my legs spread wide so they had to watch as you stretched me over your cock. Made me your personal flesh sleeve.”
You grip his hips tightly, rubbing back against him, unable to stop yourself. A high-pitched, breathy moan leaves your Omega’s mouth as your clothed cock meets his soaked opening. The scent of slick filled your senses. 
“I’d let you knot me, f-f-fill me up so-Oh! good,” the Omega underneath you moans, squirming and writhing, “Play with my body in f-front of all my f-f-frie-e-ends so they know I’ve been bred by my perfect Alpha’s perfect co-ahhhhh-ck. And when you pull out, they can see your cum drool out of me. I’ll lick it up, Alpha. I p-promise. Ah ah ah ah...”
Then, almost as quickly as he started, Deku stops, pushing back up so his back was pressed against your front. He leans back, tilting his head to press a kiss to your wounded cheek.
“But we can’t. You can’t consent. I’m not that kind of villain.”
You stood there frozen, cock hard and throbbing, as he sliped away and took his seat as if nothing happened. 
---
You get three days of rest before Deku is back on his bullshit.
Bakugo’s league requested an audience with Deku’s to discuss the newest threat coming from Shigaraki and Hawks. And by that you mean that Kirishima reached out and had Bakugo in a chokehold the entire time. It was quite funny, especially since your Omega and the rest of Bakugo’s league were decent enough friends and got along quite well. 
Once the official business was handled, everyone kicked back at the table and waited for the take-out to arrive. It hadn’t passed anyone’s notice that Deku had taken his seat on your lap or that he insisted on wearing on of your hands as a necklace. 
Once the food arrived, things quieted down. You couldn’t eat most of what had been ordered because the place they chose was a standard take-out place that didn’t have many options but Deku ordered you a frozen ice-cream drink concoction that tasted delicious. About half-way into the meal, Bakugo spoke.
“What happened to your face?” he nods to you, “You look like something out of Frankenstein’s lab. Were you one of his reject monsters?”
The smirk on his face told you that he was addressing you to rile Deku up. Everyone knew what happened to you. Deku had made quite the scene when it happened, something you had found out from Shouto. The creepy motherfucker had sent you a text with nothing but the clips from the news and a black heart underneath it and you still don’t know what to make of it. 
Deku froze in your lap, his scent spiking just enough for you to get a whiff of his displeasure. You rub his side, putting your cup down on the table in front of you. 
You pull out your phone, scroll through until you find Bakugo’s number, type out a message, and hit send. The blonde’s phone pings and he pulls it out as you begin typing up your follow-up message.
Bakugo opens your text and reads it out out loud, “Did you fall from heaven?” 
He barks a laugh as you send your follow up text and pocket your phone to grab something else out of it. Deku remains frozen in your lap. You can feel his eyes on you, dark and scary, but you aren’t worried. 
“Why? Because I’m so-,” Bakugo pauses as the follow up text comes through. The confident, cocky grin on his face shatters, replaced with rage. His body starts sparking, a loud growl ripping from his throat. 
Denki leans over to read the other message, laughing as he does, “Because your face is kinda fucked up so I brought you a bandaid.” 
You slide a bandaid with two fingers in Bakugo’s direction. You don’t know how you got a bandaid but you had found it in your jacket pocket earlier in the day and you were very thankful yfor its existence in this moment. Sometimes the universe does have your back.
I mean, it had to make up for you getting stabbed in the face somehow. 
The evening ends shortly after that, Kirishimia pulling the hothead out of your lair between fits of his own laughter. Denki, Sero, and Mina excused themselves to laugh outside because they didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire of the blonde Omega’s explosions. 
“You are so mean,” Deku purred as soon as the door closed, sinking down to his knees between your legs. “I mean, Kaa-chan deserved it but I didn’t think you would have bothered to respond.”
You shrug, more interested in the way Deku’s hands spread across your bare thighs, pushing the thin fabric of your shorts up to gather in the creases of your crotch. Your cock twitches in your underwear. 
“My Alpha is amazing,” he purrs, green eyes wide and shiny as he falls into one of his more pleasant episodes of crazy, “And they are all mine.” His voice drops dangerously at the last word, nails digging into the flesh of your thighs through your clothes. “My Alpha. My mate. Mine. Mine. Mine. MINE.”
He seals it with a large bite to the inside of your thigh. You growl in response to the sudden, sharp pain. Your hand reaches down to grip his curly hair and push him down further into your skin, keeping him there until you were confident that the mark would scar.
Your cock throbs, leaking from the tip in your shorts as you moan. You release his hair to press your palm against it, rubbing it twice before a hand slaps it away. Deku releases your thigh, blood dripping from his mouth and from your thigh onto the chair below you. A strand of saliva connects his teeth to his bite.
It breaks when he leans up and licks a stripe up your cock through the fabric. You feel wild, blood pulsing throughout your body. It takes everything in you not to open your mouth and fuck up your stitches. 
And just like that, he stops again, standing up so he is looking down at you. His maw is covered in blood but the look in his eyes had faded back to normal, “You can’t consent. I’m not that kind of villain.”
The shower you took that night was long and cold. 
---
After that last stunt, you decide that turnabout was fairplay but you had to be smart about it. Deku was likely anticipating a reaction, a counter, so you’d wait. You would let the opportunity come to you to enact some revenge for the consistantly horrible blue balls he was giving you.
As it turns out, the time came on the day you were declared mostly healed.
“One more day,” the nurse says, inspecting the stitches on your cheek in the light. Deku hovered behind her, something she was used to with the way she moved around him. Her grip was firm on your chin, “I need you to open your mouth to look at your tongue. Gently. Slowly.”
You obey, albeit a bit hesitant. For the first time in what had to be a small eternity, the fingers in your mouth didn’t hurt.
“Looks good,” she said after a few moments of inspecting, “No infection. You can go back to eating and speaking but I do recommend that you try not use your jaw muscles too much since your cheek is still in stitches. I’d recommend sticking with soft foods for another week.” She turned to look at Deku with a small grin, “They’re all yours.”
He rolls his eyes but the relieved smile on his lips says everything, “They have always been mine.”
The nurse rolls her eyes mockingly, “Yeah whatever.” She looks at you again as she stands and stretches, “Try not to get stabbed in the face again.”
You give her a thumbs up.
“Sooooo….” Deku giggled, pushing you down onto your bed and taking his rightful spot in your lap, “What are your first words going to be in your new life as my official mate?”
You give him a lopsided grin but say nothing.
After several moments, Deku realizes you aren’t saying anything on purpose and the pout that forms is ridiculously adorable on the otherwise terrifying villain.
Three. Two. One…
“Allllppppphhhhhaaaa! Don’t be mean,” he insists, poking at your chest. You shift so your hands are behind your head and he stares at you open-mouthed in mock outrage. In retaliation, he pokes your chest. “Say something! Tell me you love me right now!”
You brought a hand up firmly to Deku’s chin and guide it closer to yours. Your eyes meet as you ran a thumb over his lips languidly, thoughtfully, slowly. 
“O-oh,” he breathes, the noise stuttery and wispy. His eyes flick back and forth between your eyes and lips, leaning in on his own accord. Your grip on him tightens, keeping him from completing the kiss and you see how the green of his iris is swallowed up by the black of his pupil. 
His mouth parts, staring at your pleadingly from half-lidded eyes. If you were a weaker person, you’d have given in and gave him what he wanted. 
What you both wanted.
But the reminders of his teasing strengthened your resolve. 
“I don’t kiss on the first date,” you murmur, voice harsh from disuse. You pull away from him entirely with a wink, shifting him to sit beside you on the table. “I’m not that kind of villain.” 
He stares at you, baffled, as you get up and walk out of the room.
You don’t make it more than five feet before you are tackled to ground by a very loud and argumentative green-haired Omega.  
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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 9 months
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Crawling slowly on the ground, the man reached out his hand towards the roses, his eyes filled with determination.
(What should I do? Is there any food around?)
(Ah...)
I searched the pockets of my skirt and somehow found a wrapped cookie.
(Is it because it's a dream?)
Emma: "If you want, you can have this cookie."
Unhesitatingly offering it to him, the man's eyes changed color, and he stood up, accepting the cookie as if he were receiving a gift.
???: "Thank you for your generosity."
(His attitude changed!)
???: "I haven't had a chance to eat recently, so even if it's a dream, this still makes me happy."
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Emma: "That must have been tough."
While maintaining an otherworldly atmosphere, the man took a big bite of the cookie. However, in the next moment, his perfectly sculpted face contorted.
???: "Too sweet!"
Emma: "Huh? Really?"
Curious, I also tried eating one cookie, but its taste was normal.
I tilted my head in confusion, and the man frowned, placing his hand on his chin.
???: "I see. For you, this level of sweetness is pretty normal."
Emma: "Yes. I often eat sweets."
???: "No, that's not it. I mean, an overwhelming sweetness has blended into your daily life."
???: "You're in love, aren't you?"
Emma: "You can tell?"
???: "Yes. The sweetness of the dream world proves that you love and care for someone."
???: "May God bless this pitiful girl."
Emma: "Pitiful?"
???: "It's even more pitiful that you're unaware of it."
Emma: "Who are you anyway?"
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???: "You don't know me? Well then, you must be a girl from another country."
???: "Are you from Rhodolite? The land of roses? It's the number one country I'd like to visit someday."
Emma: "T-Thank you very much."
(I wonder which country this guy is from. He looks like a noble, but how come he was hungry?)
(But wait, this is a dream. Does this guy even exist?)
???: "But if you're not a citizen of my country..."
???: "Ah geez, I didn't need to pretend. I did something unnecessary."
(His attitude changed again!)
Azel: "I'm Azel. Even though you'll probably only remember me in this dream, not having a name can be inconvenient."
Emma: "I'm Emma."
Azel: "Well then, Emma. Even though it's a dream, I'll give you some advice as thanks for saving my life."
Azel: "I think you should throw that thing away."
Azel pointed to the jeweled rose protected by a glass dome.
Azel: "Generally, a rose is a symbol of love."
Azel: "To turn it into an everlasting rose means you must have known a deeply profound love."
Azel: "But love is a curse that can drive people mad. The stronger it is, the more it becomes a poison that consumes you."
Emma: "A curse? That's not true."
Azel: "How can you be so sure?"
Emma: “Because I’m happy every day.”
Azel: “Heh, I see.”
(He said it so flatly.)
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Azel: “Even though you’re happy now, it doesn’t guarantee it will continue forever.”
Azel: “Just a slight misstep can turn love into a curse and transform you into a beast.”
Azel: “As a fortune-teller, I’ve witnessed many kinds of love.”
Azel: “Love is something beautiful and something to be admired. Many people believe that, but...”
He reached out to a nearby rose and grasped the thorns.
It pierced his skin, and blood oozed out despite being in the dream world.
Azel: “This is what happens when you grasp it recklessly. You get wounded.”
Azel: “Jealousy, possessiveness, fear, madness一love is not made up of only beautiful emotions.”
Emma: “.........”
Azel: “By the way, I hate blood.”
Emma: “Handkerchief! I have one with me.”
I pulled out a handkerchief I usually carried in my pocket and handed it to him.
Azel: “Thank you.”
Emma: “You’re welcome.”
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Emma: “I still don’t think love is a curse.”
(I know it’s not always about beautiful emotions, but...)
Emma: “I believe it’s something precious, something we should cherish and hold dear for the rest of our lives.”
It’s the true Love I have finally found.
In the past, the previous Belle and the King had fallen to the depths due to their love, but "we" will never let love turn us into beasts.
Azel: "I see. I have no intention of engaging in pointless arguments with you."
Azel shrugged his shoulders while wiping his hands with the handkerchief.
Azel: "If you insist that much, then stick to your beliefs and see it through."
Azel: "The curse is already on you, so it's too late anyway."
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As the news of the previous King's passing was widely reported, a new King was chosen in Rhodolite.
With the new King leading the way, the grand palace, meticulously built with the essence of art, was filled with an oppressively tense atmosphere.
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Gilbert: "Good afternoon, people of Rhodolite. Thank you for the warm welcome."
Leon: ".........."
Chevalier: ".........."
Gilbert: "Ahaha! Don't be so wary. I didn't come here today to cause trouble, you know?"
Suddenly, without warning, the royal family of Obsidian, the land of ore and military that posed the greatest threat to the continent and had ruled over many countries, visited the royal court.
For a nation that had long rejected diplomacy, their casual arrival on Rhodolite was unusual.
Gilbert: "Anyway, your clothes have changed since the last time I saw you. A change of mood, perhaps?"
Leon: "As you know, our country is going through a period of change."
Leon: "We've made a fresh start, so we had everyone fitted with diplomatic attire."
Gilbert: "Ahaha, I see. By the way, I also got new clothes for diplomatic purposes. How do I look?"
Chevalier: "Stop this nonsense already."
Gilbert: "I was trying to ease the tension."
Chevalier: "If you visited our country for anything other than an evil purpose, I can guess what it is."
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Chevalier: "Eyepatch, you’ve also heard about that story, huh?"
Gilbert: "Bingo."
Leon: "Even the skilled Obsidian, known for their espionage abilities, was taken by surprise?"
Gilbert: "Yeah, it's terrible, right? My friend was involved with the alliance, but they wouldn't tell me anything."
Gilbert, smiling cheerfully, approached the wall and looked at the map of the continent.
Gilbert: “As you all know, recently, the three nations of Tanzanite, Achroite, and Kogyoku formed an alliance.”
Gilbert: "Those countries are major powers on the continent, alongside advanced nations like Obsidian, Benitoite, and Jade."
Gilbert: "Oh, by the way, I'm not saying that your country is inferior, okay?"
Gilbert: "It's just that Rhodolite is smaller in scale."
Gilbert: "While your civilization may be on par with the advanced nations, it doesn't have the same reputation throughout the continent."
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Leon: "Thanks for your flimsy concern. So, what are your thoughts on this alliance?"
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Loustat Fic Rec Weekend (25/03/23)
This is the 2nd edition of the Loustat fic rec weekend and I'm bringing you more Loustat goodness.
Interview with the vampire AMC
"And what I thought was gone" by @nalyra-dreaming (rated E)
Beautiful fic recounting what a TVL san Fran reunion would look like for Loustat in the AMC universe, from Louis' POV. Nalyra does an amazing job guiding us through Louis' feelings as he stumbles through life numb, the visceral hurricane of feelings when he sees Lestat performing on TV, the pain and hope to see Lestat again, and most importantly the all-incompassing love between Loustat. The characterisation is so good and she expertly weaves scenes straight from the book into this new universe, making it their own. Hot scorching smut that is a relief after all they have endured together. Their reunion is even more touching as a result.
"Fear death by water (what the thunder said)" by @lgbtiwtv (rated Gen)
Canon divergence during episode 7. Louis puts down the knife. Claudia leaves the nest. Lestat endures.
A gem of a fic that I've re-read many times. I love this author's prose and use of imagery, it makes Louis' pov so much poignant and raw. Louis' goodbye with Claudia left tears in my eyes. But after that, Louis is left with Lestat and all the damage they have done to each other over the years. The only fic I've read that highlights Lestat's physical damage from the poison and his slow recovery. The whump is delicious. Louis is there to take care of him while wrestling with his demons and depression. "Where do we go from here?", Lestat had asked once upon a time. Well now that they've hit rock bottom, they have to figure it out.
"And I can't sleep, 'cause thoughts devour, thoughts of you consume me" by @thefairylights (rated E)
So here we have Lestat, our dear vampire, minding his own business, killing people, playing piano, courting his companion heart with the patience of a saint, when suddenly he's bombarded with explicit HD visions of his companion heart and him fucking on every surface available. Everytime Louis and Lestat meet during their months of courting Lestat sees Louis' VERY explicit daydreams and has to keep his hands to himself (the horror). It is torture. It is need. It is a love sweeter than death. The shenanigans are hilarious, but the pining is exquisite. Wonderful Lestat POV saturated with his love and awe for Louis. Canon compliant through the 1st episode.
"Familiar taste of poison" by @amc-iwtv (rated E)
“Daniel,” Louis called, soft and stately. “It took over a hundred years for me to admit refusing to kill was inexplicably tied to refusing Lestat.”
Daniel’s ears perked up, “Go on.”
Set up as part if Daniel's interview, this fic explores Louis' tangled relationship between vampirism, homosexuality and blood, beautifully discussing Louis' ED, his rejection of vampirism and of Lestat. Louis was trying to save what remained of his soul, by fighting his addiction to blood and to Lestat. Yet the heart wants what the heart wants and one night, Louis indulges in Lestat's blood and tries bottoming for the very first time. The smut is so hot and tender. Loustat's relationship is beautifully rendered on page, and Louis' pov is a delight to read, when he's struggling with his love/desire for Lestat and the shame and guilt his condition brings him every day.
"The right regrets" by @dreamofme9 (rated E)
I am reccing my own fic but I truly do love it. Two weeks until the Mardi Gras plot is to commence and Louis must begin to face the new future that will await him. With plans coming into motion and Lestat’s paranoia increasing nightly, Louis must distract his maker to keep Claudia safe and in the clear to wrap up last minute details. A deep dive into Louis' mind and tangled emotions leading to the Mardi Gras plot, as Louis has to come to terms with leaving NOLA behind, his vampiric family breaking up just like his human family did before, his responsibility towards Claudia, his overwhelming love for Lestat, his guilt towards the both of them. Emotionally intense, poor Louis is put through the ringer.
"Bury me deep inside your heart" by @prouvaireafterdark (rated E)
A sweet and hot continuation of the coffin scene in ep 4. Claudia has finally got her own coffin! Our boys, like any new parents, are desperate for some intimacy and love. They reconnect and rebuild their relationship. Follows up from "I missed you"/"you missed me?" with good smut and tender feelings in the coffin. A fic I've reread many times when I need some wholesome Loustat feelings!
"My companion heart" by @mythicaltzu (rated E)
Summary : "People are going missing, some are turning up dead, and tensions are running high in his family when Louis de Pointe du Lac encounters a charming stranger at the bar where he works. Has he met his destruction, or his salvation?"
One of the best modern AU I've read for this fandom. A murder mystery that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end, mixed with a wonderful romantic courtship between Louis and Lestat and their complex dynamics. Excellent characterisation for our characters : Lestat is his charming, loving, manipulative self while Louis is pulled into different directions under the weight of family obligations, job requirements and love, but still holding that fire that made us love him. Suspense and relationship drama and plot twists to keep you entertained. I appreciated Paul's extended role in this fic as well.
The Vampire Chronicles
"The long way home" by @sofipitch & @immortalconclusions (rated E )
A must read and one of the best fics I've read in this fandom. Inspired by old fandom theories that Louis could have been creole black and by the casting of the show, this gem of a fic starts with the premise of Louis actually being white-passing while his mother was a slave at the plantation. Louis sets out to search for his mother. A study of privilege and intersectionality, as Louis has to reckon with his role and complicity in the slave trade. I am in awe with the huge research job made by the writers, who included actual historical creole figures, the history of the free people of color in NOLA, the Haitian revolution (Claudia is a Haitian refugee). Louis' relationship with Lestat changes and transforms due to this revelation, as they both ultimately learn and grow from these experiences and have a semi-functional relationship (wonders of wonders). Beautiful prose, excellent characterisation and twists that make you keep wanting to read at 4am. You guys made me cry with that ending btw. I cannot recommend this fic enough.
"Canibus confidimus by @licncourt (rated T)
Lovely sweet fic by one of my favorite writers, set post-canon. Louis surprises Lestat with their own puppy. A fluffy slice of life for our favorite vampires. Wonderful prose as always and I love reading about married Loustat in a good place in their relationship, having shenanigans with their new dog. (Louis is not a dog person, until he is, and he uses the poor dog as a heater). I am a sucker for Loustat getting second chances to try things and finally getting things right this time.
"a cento" by eporia (rated E)
This fic has wrecked me and left me in tears. Louis grapples with his and Lestat’s relationship between The Queen of the Damned and The Tale of the Body Thief. The best fic I've read tackling this part of their relationship. The author is not scared to show.us the dark and scary sides of it, the hurt and broken promises, all mixed with this overwhelming love that they don't know how to communicate to each other. Wonderful prose that adds a degree of sensuality and rawness to Louis' thoughts. A very interesting take on Louis' depression and fractured thought process at the beginning of TotBT and Lestat's increasing hallucinations and suicidal ideations. I love this fic so much, even tho it breaks my heart.
"L'interversion" by @calipsan (rated E)
Do you love roke reversals? Are you obsessed with the idea of vampire Louis and human Lestat? Well I've got the fic for you! Vampire Louis runs away to Paris in 1780s and meets a charming bold young man in a Parisian bar. Well, Lestat hits on him and Louis is utterly charmed. In a moment of heightened emotions and weakeness, Louis drains him near death and panicking, he turns Lestat. Now Louis, catholic-ashamed-of-his-nature Louis has to deal with Lestat I-make-the-best-of-what-I'm-given de Lioncourt as his fledgeling. The shenanigans are hilarious and the tensions between them are given a fresh spin since Louis is the teacher now. Fluff and angst in equal measures and Loustat falling in love in these new circumstances.
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While Geralt was dreaming the dream in Toussaint with Fringilla, Dandelion was dreaming it with Anarietta. Only, Geralt managed to wake up on his own because he had the hanza (and other stuff). But Dandelion didn't have anyone, he was alone, he was separated from the others and never returned, so the dream consumed him, and he didn't wake until he was forcefully removed from the situation. Or maybe it's not that deep... Why do you think Sapkowski removed him from the equation?
i've seen others explain this more straightforwardly, reasoning that dandelion simply isn't be able to ride with the rest of the company to stygga castle simply and practically because he's less suited for combat than... well, as regis puts it:
‘(...) I’m going with him.’ ‘Me too,’ Cahir said at once. ‘And me and all!’ Milva barked. Dandelion pressed to his chest the tube with the manuscripts which, lately, he wouldn’t be parted from for a single moment. He lowered his head. He was evidently struggling with his thoughts. And the thoughts were winning. ‘Stop meditating, poet,’ Regis said kindly. ‘For there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re even less cut out to participate in a bloody swordfight than I am. We weren’t taught to carve up our neighbours with a blade. (...)’
though this thinking is undeniably correct (what would dandelion be able to do in the harrowing final battle if they had brought him? no, the strong must protect the sweet...) i think the matter is simultaneously a little deeper than that, as you nod to.
dandelion is more connected to the enchanted valley of toussaint and the city of beauclair than the rest of the company, including geralt, is.
for starters, he's heavily thematically linked to the aesthetics and activities of beauclair:
‘’Pon my word, there’ll be everything at Beauclair,’ Reynart de Bois-Fresnes assured them. ‘Balls, feasts, banquets, revels and poetry evenings. You’re friends of Dandelion’s, for heaven’s sake … Of Viscount Julian’s, I meant to say. And the Lady Duchess is most fond of the latter.’
doesn't the aforementioned just embody dandelion? these activities are truly his domain of existence, and he takes perfectly to this natural environment, like a fish to water:
He [Geralt] found Dandelion in the knights’ hall. The poet was wearing a crimson beret, as big as a loaf of sourdough rye bread, and a matching doublet richly embroidered with golden thread. He was sitting on a curule seat with his lute in his lap and reacting with careless nods to the compliments of the ladies and courtiers surrounding him.
more importantly, dandelion connected with the duchess six years ago, before the invasion from nilfgaard began. considering the timeline, this is before the majority of the short story "something more" took place, in other words, it's "pre-ciri" in geralt's life, it's the time of the short stories, where everything was more open to exploration (for both the author and the characters). though he's not the only one of the company who has been to the valley in years past (angouleme hid from pursuers in toussaint before), this history in beauclair is why he's unable to leave.
because the other members of the company are simply enchanted by the valley... but dandelion is enchanted by the duchess herself:
And the Duchess and Lord Dandelion … Ha, Beauclair is strange indeed and spellbinding, full of amatory enchantment … You shall see for yourselves. As the Duchess and Lord Dandelion learned then. They noticed not, from verse to verse, from word to word, from compliment to compliment, posies, glances, sighs … To put it briefly: both came to an intimate understanding.
anna henrietta herself, as the ruler of this little enchanted valley, is like a fairy queen of a fairy land. she's the object from which all the magic emanates, the most powerful and important individual who not only rules, but symbolizes and embodies toussaint's dreamlike state.
you mention "the dream"; relating back to regis' analysis about toussaint, love, and destiny:
"The dream that the Witcher is dreaming, I humbly submit with respect, is an enchanting and beautiful one. But every dream, if dreamed too long, turns into a nightmare. And we awake from such dreams screaming."
anna henrietta herself is like this, dream-like:
Anarietta thanked them with a faint nod of her head, decorated with a diamond-encrusted tiara. She had so many diamonds on her that she could have scratched glass just by passing. Beside her sat Dandelion, smiling foolishly.
and then, owing to her fickle nature, turns into a nightmare, from which one wakes screaming:
The pointy-nosed duchess suddenly fell into a fury, and one of the barons fell out of favour and was escorted to the tower for some imprudent word. Few–apart from those directly involved–seemed bothered by the matter.
what's truly captivating about anna henrietta and dandelion, though, is that unlike geralt and fringilla, they seem to have truly fallen in love.
geralt and dandelion, of course, are always opposites and run contrary to one another. dandelion's flightiness and noncommittal (and misogynistic) nature during the time of the short stories is a direct contrast to geralt's yearning and committal to yennefer, for him no other woman will ever compare. consider the events of the short story "a shard of ice," where geralt (arguably) attempts suicide when he believes yennefer will not choose him. can you imagine dandelion committing suicide, over a woman? for him, it would be like committing suicide over a sandwich or some other such consumable meal: for which the individuality of which is largely unimportant: though pleasurable, easily replaceable.
but in beauclair - a kind of fairy tale, magical, opposite-land, they reverse roles. geralt and fringilla are in a lustful but loveless relationship, using the other for information and playing a "long con" where they manipulate one another to get what they want, whereas dandelion and anna henrietta are seemingly truly in "love." for instance, compare and contrast geralt leaving fringilla's bed willingly, denying her sex (ch. 4) with dandelion allegedly enjoying breakfast in bed (ch. 3), likely the bed he and anarietta share.
this kind of role reversal is even noted by dandelion himself during his confrontation with geralt in chapter 3; consider "blind" as being in love, and being "an attentive and astute observer" as being a non-romantic.
‘Aha,’ Dandelion said slowly, tightening his lips. ‘What a curious reversal of roles. I’m a blind man, and you meanwhile have suddenly become an attentive and astute observer. It was usually the other way around.’
dandelion doesn't leave beauclair, because unlike geralt, well, maybe as regis says when they're looking around the foot of mount gorgon:
‘I’m no longer searching, I’ve found it.’
this brings us back to - what else? - sapkowski's favorite motif: woman as grail.
of course, ciri is "grail" in the broader story of the witcher, and the pursuit of her is NOT for romantic love but for either power or familial love (depending on which search party you're talking about ;)), but the search for the grail is also embodied by romantic love for a woman, as sapkowski discusses the concept in his world of king arthur, and also how he depicts it in "something ends, something begins." it's even dandelion who explains the concept to the dejected galahad:
Galahad thought again, frowning. "And the Grail?" he asked finally. "What has become of the Grail?" "What is Grail?" "It's something we're searching for," explained Galahad, setting his sad eyes on the troubadour. "Something that is the most important. Without which life has no meaning. Without which we're incomplete and imperfect." The bard pressed his lips and looked at the knight with his famous gaze, a wise gaze mixed with a jovial honesty. "You fool," he replied, "you've been sitting next to your Grail for the entire evening."
dandelion's own words about anna henrietta are enough to understand his motivations for staying:
"We set off in pursuit like idiots, like madmen. But I didn’t utter a word of complaint, Geralt. I didn’t call you a madman. I didn’t ridicule you. For you had hope and love in you. You were being guided by them on this reckless mission. I was too, as a matter of fact. But I’ve caught up with the mirage, and I was lucky enough that the dream came true. My mission is over. I’ve found what is so difficult to find. And I intend to keep it. Is that insanity? It would be insanity to give it up and let it slip through my fingers."
dandelion doesn't leave because he found what is so important, his own "grail." and he and geralt part ways, because whereas dandelion has found what will complete his quest, geralt is still looking for his grail - his daughter ciri.
though of course, dandelion, by his own foolishness, loses his grail... just as geralt recovers his! just as geralt returns to beauclair with ciri, dandelion is sentenced to execution by his beloved duchess. (and losing the grail isn't unheard of in the witcher - i recall percival's (apropos namesake) humorous story from baptism of fire, of exchanging an opal goblet for a mule).
again, they take contrasting roles to one another - in the last two chapters of the saga, geralt has completely changed. he has the stony countenance of a weary man hardened by his losses and horrors, the responsibility of a married man with a daughter. dandelion in contrast, though he's indeed achieved character development throughout the series, remains mostly similar to his beginning state in worldview, expectations, outlook.
‘Geralt, no,’ groaned Dandelion. ‘Don’t do anything, I beg you … Don’t get involved …’ The Witcher turned his face towards him, and Dandelion didn’t recognise it. ‘Get involved?’ he repeated. ‘Intervene? Rescue somebody? Risk my neck for some noble principles or ideas? Oh, no, Dandelion. Not any longer.’
but tl;dr, dandelion remains a dreamer in beauclair because his character's purpose is to run contrast to geralt. dandelion finds what he's looking for, and thus can enjoy the dream. geralt had not yet found what he was looking for, and thus was trying to fight the dream, resolving to wake up and pursue his destiny:
‘Beauclair, they say, is naught but feasts, balls, junkets, boozing and amour. A fellow, they say, only grows idle and stupid, and wastes time, instead of thinking about trade. And one should think about what’s really important. About the goal guiding us. Without let up. Not distract your thinking on mere bagatelles. Then, and only then, is the intended goal achieved.’ ‘Indeed, Mr Fierabras,’ the Witcher said slowly. ‘I’m content with our shared journey. I’ve gained a great deal from our conversations. Truly a great deal.’
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oooh if rambling is ok can i say a little something that veers maybe into overthinking territory abt early game astarion like you mentioned... a little farewell take before i stop bothering you fr ahsbdifn but we are vibing so hard on this i think
i think running an astarion origin playthrough at least in act 1 is a really interesting look into how he feels about the people around him, at least in terms of trust that early on. so like, you know how you get the option to confess to vampirism to any companion at any time starting the moment you recruit them? the narrator's dialogue and the confession changes based on your approval with that character. it only takes 20/barely out of neutral territory for origin astarion to think of his relationship to someone as "a strong bond" and he has to roll charisma not to fumble the confession after waiting a while to really trust in their acceptance. which is so sad!! hardly hitting medium approval is still close enough for him to consider the relationship a fairly strong one.
it’s kind of interesting to flip that around and think of his perspective on his relationship with the player character by the same measure when he's a companion, because ur SO right, it genuinely does not take much at all for their connection to overshadow. basically anything he's experienced in a long time. his approval sometimes jumps MASSIVELY just for listening to him and humoring some of his jokes, and being ok with his vampirism on top of that can rocket you straight into high approval. all of that means so much to him, where a lot of his other approval changes dealing with stuff out in the world net you a +/-1 most of the time.
it just seems like it really doesn't take long for him to think pretty highly of someone, imo! not that he knows how to approach that. for exactly the reasons you said: this is the first time in a very long time people (at least for the most part) aren’t outright dismissing or belittling him, and once his vampirism is out, he’s being tolerated if not accepted after revealing something that could very easily have gotten him killed if trusted to the wrong people. he gets to talk about things he probably hasn’t vocalized to anyone, ever, about cazador and his past and is potentially met with sympathy instead of scorn, and he’s free to joke about comparatively lighter topics like blood tasting menus or his more morbid “best ways to die” conversation. he’s still obviously on edge for so many reasons, but he’s also… kind of happy? vibing? experiencing some manner of positive emotion toward others? it’s so novel and unfamiliar to him to be treated like a whole person with inherent worth AS a person (rather than valued for his utility or some consumable aspect of himself) and have an entire group of people actually looking out for him, just as they reasonably trust him to look out for them, all without some kind of humiliating price tag attached.
like no wonder he’s suuuuper disoriented and flip-flops hard between vulnerability and trying to manipulate people well into act 2, even if he does like them. he just came out of a 200 year You Are Not A Person And Nobody Care You torture matrix and now people are treating him like a person and caring abt him. but he still feels like he has to pull strings to stay on top of things to survive because that’s how the world still makes any sense to him. idk. anyways! thank you again!! 🫡 i super didn’t mean for this to be an essay so like if you read any of that at all. i owe u my life.
OMG IM SO SORRY IM JUST NOW SEEING THIS IM USUALLY ON MOBILE AND IT MUSTVE GOT LOST IN MY NOTIFS
anyways hello friendo . i have read all of this i lov u and this ask OKAY PLEASE U ARE NOT BOTHERING ME WHEN I TELL U I LOVE THIS SHIT CMON!!!!!!!
okay so This Hurt Me because like. its true! astarion's main approvals early game are just. accepting him . as he is. his weird ass fucking conversations. not enforcing bitchass szarr's meal restrictions. not putting up with obvious manipulators (dream visitor aside because thats Power that he can use(even if u say u dont trust them tho he doesnt disapprove he just calls u my username LOL)) (u get +5 for threatening mizora and raphael) protecting the rest of ur companions from ppl that want to hurt them. protecting HIM from people that want him. like all of those are +5s/+10s and the only other +5 i can think of early game is letting him open the doors to the barn LOL and abdiraks display
but what im saying is like his main approvals are u protecting him, accepting him, and then like vocally and actively showing this off as opposed to passively if that makes sense. like i think a big part of it is being able to see someone who has no part of his old life, his old horrors, but still knows about them care for him. and also letting him make decisions. i dont like how i phrased it as "let" but idk how else to get that point across lol
like i was saying previously he'd really only been around vampires and those he seduced for centuries --so yeah hes gonna be a little warped. and those vampires were moreso "putting up" with him and he knows it. so to have you, a non-vampire, play along with his more,,, "macabre" conversations must be just. startling. because you two dont even have that common factor of vampirism, yanno? but being open to talking abt what ur companions taste like/how you would want 2 die must just be such a pleasant delight.,,,
"humiliating price tag" broke my HEART NONNIE BECAUSE YOURE SO RIGHT like that is obviously how he thinks of himself and his worth !!! like if u make him bite araj afterwards hes like "i didnt even second guess you telling me to do it. but afterwards it made me realize that im still primed to take orders" which is so-- aughuruhghgurugh.
and honestly i think manipulation is more than just a survival tactic in his life like its just . how he operates. so like u said in act ii where he is seesawing WILDLY between being as honest as he is capable of being to the point of vulnerability vs feeling like he needs to have the "upper hand" in his relationship with the player to guarantee his safety -- honestly i see this a lot in act i with the conversations u can have. because if ur having fun with him and not dismissing him, his last lines of the dialogue always seem like he stops himself midthought and is like "Wait. Must Manipulate" and turns on the charm and i lov it so so much because even earliest of early game in act i u can catch him off guard like that
because thats the thing right is that relationships, to him, early game is very much always going to contain a power imbalance. and its so so sosososooooooooooooooo amazing to see how clearly he was trying to be the one to Hold power, while still Feeling like he's the one being used -- he's manipulating us Into using him for protection, because thats the only thing he thinks he can offer. because relationships NEED to have some sort of offer to be worth it. but i was gonna say its amazing to see how that perception of relationships evolves thru the acts and how act ii confession scene and act iii post cazador scene hes holding himself as an equal to the player
does this make sense listen u ramble i ramble back this is our relationship nonnie
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hwnglx · 4 months
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What does itzy's yuna think of skz hyunjin and vice-versa??
i enjoy doing these a lot, actually. they're nice to write on the side while my big readings are still wips ৎ୭
what do they think of each other? yuna + hyunjin
based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!
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what does yuna think of hyunjin? lov+9ofsw, herm, 8ofp, 7ofw
yuna sees hyunjin as a very conflicted person. i can sense her thinking he's a guy who's had to deal with many struggles in life, especially when it comes to love. she believes he's had a hard time chosing between his head and his heart, and is constantly torn between his emotional and more rational side. the challenges he's had to face in the past have lead to him becoming more closed off in her eyes.
yuna also sees him as someone who can get defensive fairly quickly, due to him just taking things personally real fast. like you'll tell him he looks good today, hyunjin will immediately be like "oh, so i usually look ugly?" i can tell she thinks hyunjin is a pretty complex and more complicated person, who isn't as easy to be close to. in her eyes, he's more of a loner, who prefers his alone time. someone who's always on this journey of self-discovery, a very deep thinker. she also acknowledges him as a very hard worker who puts a lot of effort into improving himself in various ways, whether that's on a professional or more personal level.
what does hyunjin think of yuna? queofp, star, 4ofc, sun, emper, knofsw&6ofc
hyunjin perceives yuna as a hard working girl with a lot of star power. the type of personality that was made for the idol life. mature beyond her years, very clear on what she wants, as well as self-assured and comfortable in her skin. he also thinks of her as someone who can have a positive impact on people's moods, someone who will light up situations with her bright and positive nature.
there seems to be some negative emotions he can't fully let go of from the past. i feel like they might've had their fair share of arguments when they were younger, with a lot of sharp and immature words being thrown around. although it doesn't seem to be something that heavily impacted his view of her in a harsh way, i can sense him thinking "she's so inconsiderate." like, she isn't someone of very emotional nature and therefore struggles understanding people who are heavily consumed by their emotions. he thinks she's a person who doesn't really care about others, and is pretty self absorbed. the type of unbothered person who will shrug certain situations off as long as they don't affect her directly.
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About me:
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My name: KhepiAri
Pronouns: She/her/They/them
Age: 30
Bi🌈. Bookworm👩‍🏫. BL Connoisseur👬. Bored😮‍💨.
I write fun Crappy One Piece Theories and equally funny deranged Fanfics, especially LawLu fics. And I occasionally doodle and make memes! And I use only one pen-name as fanfic writer aka KhepiAri.
Where you can read my fics?
My Ao3: KhepiAri
My FFN: KhepiAri
My Wattpad: KhepiAri
Ships I write for:
LawLu/LuLaw.
WangXian.
DofuWani.
StanXeno
Ineffable Husbands.
ZoSan.
FakirAhiru.
Junjou Egoist.
SnowBaz.
AnselEvan.
LuSan
SatoSugu
Ships I plan to write about in future
NavierHeinrey.
RiverSongxDoctor.
Digital Places You Can Find Me At:
Twitter: paulOaries
Instagram: terrible_doodles_by_khepiari
Substack: KhepiAri’s Afterthoughts
Favourite BL/Ship Pairing:
Law X Luffy
Hiroki X Nowaki
Urahara x Aizen (Occasionally)
Simon X Baz
Ansel X Evan from the Amazing Webtoon (THAT AWKWARD MAGIC)
Life X Death (from now discontinued webtoon A Matter of Life and Death)
Aziraphale X Crowley
Magnus X Alec
Wei Wuxian X Lan Wangji
Shen Wei X Zhao Yulan
Xie Lian X Hua Cheng
Zhao Zishu X Wen Kexing
Sarawat X Tine
Xeno x Stan
Gojo x Geto
P.S- Current favourite BLs/Yaoi/
- That Awkward Magic on Webtoon - Matter of Life and Death on Tapas (Author stopped updating) - FOOLs on Tapas - Twenty on Webcomic - Heir's Game on Webtoon - The Grandmaster Of Demonic Cultivation -Guardian -2gether -Manner of Death
Warning for future followers:
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I don’t care what people ship, read, watch, listen, consume or discuss. I try to follow and practice don’t like it don’t engage with it and live and let live.
Before we make any judgment, remember, that context matters. Nothing is black and white, no creator is perfect, and every one of us has said, done, and indulged in activities that have hurt someone! Hence, engage in things with maximum contextual awareness before making a decision.
Some things don’t need devil’s advocate, so treat them from the pov of how you can learn from the past instead of trying to justify it!
Racism, transphobia, homophobia, fatphobia, antisemitism, being anti-Palestinian, Islamophobia are bad! Any idea that tells you—other humans need to be discredited, and their experiences discredited against is BAD!
I am an antinatalist, so my worldview is screwed up, and I do not entertain or encourage or endorse ideas of eugenics pandered in the name of antinatalism.
I have severe depression, and I have opinions about anything and everything!
If you are a minor following me, please be aware, contents and opinions I share are mature, nsfw, and sensitive, most of the things I share totally depend on my day’s depression and anxiety.
And I do not like distortion of spellings, misuse or lack of tags and watering down meaning for sensitive topics. As deliberate misspelling and distortion make the purpose of muting, meaning making and blocking redundant! So don’t write wrong spellings or water-down meaning of words! I will report you if I see you doing this!
Who gets blocked?
And if you are an account with no profile pic/no bio/no activity who suddenly followed me: I will choose to believe you are a bot and block you.
And if I see accounts anti or people with DNI instructions to my ships, I block them in advance to save all of us the headache of running into each other.
My thoughts on censorship
My thoughts on why shipping
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And use that block button before you think you need to be SJW on someone’s posts!
And my main obsession
My favourite ani/manga is One Piece.
I am obsessed with One Piece, I started watching the series at 11, and it has been 19 years as a One Piece fangirl!
So, yes, I will bite you if you badmouth the story without any reason or explanation.
My concerns about One Piece Live Action and why I think Netflix is the problem.
My thoughts on the first teaser-trailer of One Piece Live Action.
We don’t accept Iñakï hate in this house!
My other obsessions
I love 2gether the Series and Still 2gether, and am devoted to loving BrightWin. That doesn’t mean I can’t distinguish between fiction and reality.
So I will not cry in future when Bright and Win find partners in future and live their lives.
I absolutely do not support people demanding Fanservice or so-called prove of love from BrightWin as a BL couple. They don’t owe us fans anything. This kind of behaviour is not healthy.
Food tv shows I will sulk and curl up if I don’t get to read and watch cosy Japanese Food Tv Series, books and animanga.
Among cozy Japanese Food Tv/books/animanga, I love BLs that revolve around food. My all-time food BL is: What Did You Eat Yesterday. Followed by Our Dining Table and Old Fashioned Cupcakes
My favourite BL webcomic is That Awkward Magic! It is currently being self-published on Webtoon.
My favourite GL webcomic is The Witch, which too is being self-published on Webtoon.
My favourite Danmei book is The Grandmaster Of Demonic Cultivation.
My favourite Danemi author is Priest. Yes I love MXTX to death, but Priest has me by chokehold.
And there will Hozier every now and then.
My DM is open for fic requests and meme requests!
I accept fic requests for my main ship LawLu/LuLaw. I love getting feedback on my stories. Though, I don’t appreciate or want to see rude comments disguised as constructive criticism.
I will take screenshots of it, and I will cry about it like an injured dog on Twitter! I am a pathetic person. So yeah, you have Fic requests, my DMs are open.
You can ask for memes too! I make them for fun!
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sometimes my before sleep bed fantasy dream thing is that I simply take care of Tomura and help him get himself out from beneath afos control and have a happy life with the lov as like. Hardcore activists or something. Or even just people living their lives quietly and talking shut about the Way Things Are. I just want them to be happy and safe and free from being hurt anymore
Humans love hurt villains, but you know why? Come here anon, let me tell you a secret.
Everyone, absolutely everyone, when confronted with the possibility of making all the bad choices in life, likes to think that by some grace we will be saved and forgiven. That even if we get consumed by the darkness, even if we totally lost our ways, if we lost ourselves, there's a future beyond where someone gentle takes our hand and cleans the dirt and blood from them, just to hold it, hold us.
Life is cruel. So cruel. We see those villains and we think "But am I so far from what they are? Am I beyond losing my mind to the cruelty of this life?"
So when I tell you that we heal ourselves through fiction, I'm saying this:
— How else can we forgive ourselves from those mistakes we haven't committed?
— How else are we going to peak into the worst case scenario and come with the relief that it'd probably never happen?
—— How else are we going to cry for what we're not? For what could be? How else are we going to face our fears without putting our bodies at risk?
—— How else are we going to recognize the potential in us, if not when we desire to take care of a hurt that is not there? Protect someone that only exist in our hearts? Our desire for justice? How else are we going to realize how alive we are, if not when we face a million lives and come out of them to live our own?
——— And how else can we let our rage destroy the sky? Where else can we unleash our pain and our sorrow without hurting a soul? Artist bleed their feelings on their creations, but the spectator bleeds with them every time they decide to go through the experience, to let themselves in.
——— There's a safe space where we can put everything ugly in us. We can put there all our sins, our mistakes, the versions of us that we don't like. And we can burn them, we can slay them, we can win. We are both villain and hero, we're the weapon and the witness, the blood and the earth where it falls.
———— There's a place where we can put every single thing we love and keep them safe from the cruelty of this world. There's a space where we can win, even if we don't have money or friends, no family or love. Our bodies don't matter, nothing beyond our minds do. A universe of our own to nurture and create.
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What you're doing now has been done by humans through space and time. I must apologize for this answer, but your ask hit me like a comet. It made me realize how beautiful art is, to be so truly ours, personally, and yet be of anyone. Always at our disposal, our imagination.
CATHARSIS: the purification or purgation of the emotions, primarily through art.
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teex · 1 year
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movie talk omg!!
i haven't seen most of the front runners for this year's award season (like most years, actually, lbr) - which ones would you recommend i should watch?
i've already seen maverick and irrationally refuse to engage with avatar as a concept, but i'm interested in which of the awards favorites are the kind of movies that should be seen, just as movies, in your opinion?
my pick for "should get more recognition": the wonder w/ florence pugh - the costumes, the score & the landscapes were excellent, imo! best supporting role for the little girl, maybe? (not sure if it's eligible, actually, but pretend it is)
helloo!!! thank u for ur ask! i lov movie talk <3
oscar nominations arent even out yet so you have plenty of time, but thats still such a hard question! im not sure what kind of films you would enjoy!
(im pretending you havent seen Anything from last year so pls ignore me if you have seen any of the following) if you watch one new movie from last year, i would recommend everything everywhere all at once. its a family drama its scifi its a comedy its martial arts its about life and about love! and its just WILD
my favorite movie last year (you will know if youve been following me, sry) was aftersun. it is a very slow, sad indie about a father and his daughter on their last family vacation together. (it probably wont b heavily featured in any of the awards shows :(( )
guillermo del toro's pinocchio is likely to win best animated feature and is well worth a watch. it is beautiful with some dark themes about grief and fascism but also healing and living!
also will likely go without nominations but NOPE! jordan peele’s new thriller. great performances great movie villain great e v e r y t h i n g!
some other movies that arent awards season films but ARE lovely and easy to consume are good luck to you leo grande (where emma thompson hires a charming male sex worker and they have a series of meetings) and cha cha real smooth (indie dramedy with dakota johnson being a frazzled mom and meeting a friendly guy) and of course glass onion
if you want to be knowledgeable about likely award winners id add banshees of inisherin (bleak as hell but with beautiful landscapes and some dark comedy) and tår (havent seen yet but its supposed to be a bananas character study about a composer starring the Wonderful cate blanchett) and elvis (same director as moulin rouge and gret gatsby and romeo+juliet) and the fabelmans (steven spielberg movie about his life)
if you see anything, id love to hear your thoughts!
here are my top 10 from last year
and here is an incredible video edit of the indiewire film guy's top 25 movies last year that will get you inspired and make you want to see every single one (seriously!)
happy movie watching!
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i was tagged by @stranger-awakening ty bestie <33
three ships: stoncy, obi-wan/anakin/padmé, peter/gwen (literally spent like half an hour trying to pick a third one, i have too many fave ships)
first ever ship: maybe im saying this bc i just rewatched it but eep/guy from the croods has a special little place in my heart
last song: in bloom by nirvana <33
last film: as said before, the croods. i have SO much nostalgia for that movie, literally the best cinema experience of my entire life. it’s up there in like my top 15 movies now
currently reading: ugh i’ve been reading skeleton crew and the final book of the dark tower series by stephen king for like. a year of something now i just don’t have time lol. oh and also the tempest by shakespeare. it rocks
currently watching: an andrew garfield interview with seth meyers. yeah
currently consuming: cold coffee </3
currently craving: idk like. it looks like it’s gonna rain but it hasn’t in a couple of hours, so i’d rly like it to rain
tagging some mutuals who can totally just ignore this if they want, lov u <33
@jonathan-byers @gonzobuckley @stepfordsnarker @pterawaters @mrs-steve-harrington @jovalencia @scooprtroopr @kasnudel @bradleyjacksons
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mrs-hatake · 2 years
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i'mma be honest I want to see your answer to all of the questions, from A to Z. if you feel like answering, PLEASE
ksudhwajsdcgsgd OH MY!!
okay okay, A/K/Z have already been answered here
B:  What was the first fandom you read fic in?  Which was the first you wrote fic for?
the first fandom I read a fic for was my chemical romance and it was a gerard x f!oc x frankie and I didn't even know what fanfiction was but I wanted more! 😂
the first fandom I wrote for was bandom (band fandom) but I don't remember which band I wrote for first.
C:  How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?
most of my fics are song lyrics or things that pop into my head :p
D: What’s the most personal fanfic you’ve written?
on this blog? it has to be je te laisserai
E: What character do you identify with most?  Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?
kakashi. we're both hella depressed and we believe that we're undeserving of love. also, we're both lowkey su!c!dal. I haven't written anything that showcases how I can relate to kakashi but maybe in the future!
F: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?
I need a title angel :(
G: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?
same as above 😅
H: How would you describe your writing style?
a mess lol. I get possessed by a writing ghost and have no idea what I wrote lol and I don't proof read either.
but then when there are times I am consumed by writer's block that I simply cannot write.
I: How many fandoms have you written in?  Do you have a favorite?
I've written for game of thrones, marvel, anime, kpop, supernatural and peaky blinders.
my favorite are game of thrones and marvel because they're interactive.
J:  What’s your favorite fanfic trope?  Have you written it?
enemies to lovers and no I haven't :(
L:  Which of your fanfics was the most emotionally challenging to write?
definitely eddie helps you with depression from my marvel blog
M: What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with?  Did it turn into a story?
I don't have a weird scenario but I did write a bnha/naruto crossover fic where I talked about the similarities between bakugo and sasuke and why bakugo is way better. I sadly deleted it from ao3 and I can't find it on my laptop :/
N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?
an extremely angsty toji one shot im working on
O: What are your thoughts on people writing fanfic of your fanfic?
never happened to me but I wouldn't mind if I was credited ^-^
P:  Where did you find the most inspiration for your story < insert title >?
most of my fics are inspired by songs or by my life lol
Q: Do you like getting prompts from your readers?
I used to but not anymore. im just not that committed or talented.
R: Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?
my soulmate. she's the reason I'm trying so hard to improve my writing. I want to be her equal when it comes to writing.
S: How do you feel about fan art inspired by your writing?
I WOULD BE HONORED ❤️
T: Any fanfic tropes you can’t stand?
miscommunications, love triangles, arranged marriage and soulmate au. ik ik how can I hate soulmate aus when I have a soulmate of my own? see, my soulmate is platonic and not romantic. I just don't like the idea of someone deciding who my lover would be without my consultation or permission.
U: Is there a pairing you would like to write, but haven’t tried yet.
gojo x utahime, chilumi and obito x y/n :(
V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you?
"Awesome topic and you delivered it so well! I didn't know I need this fic until I read it, Dany's emotions and her realization of how special Sansa is to all these people is shown very believably here. And she's probably more in character here than in actual series. I love this." from my got fic on ao3
"Honestly, this fic has given me so much to think about because now I am in love with the idea of Tyrion making scenarios that required Sansa and Sandor to be together simply for his own amusement (though we would deny this, of course).
Not sure what you mean about writing skills failing, because this was absolutely adorable! The way you wrote it is exactly how I feel it would be written if this scene (Tyriom catching on) was canon. I felt that you did a good job in capturing Tyrion's thought process, and the story overall was so cute! So glad I read this! Keep up the great work :D" from another got fic on ao3
W: What is your favorite pairing to write?  Favorite pairing to read?
shikafemnaru!! I read anything with femnaruto 😂
X: How would you categorize your fanfic reading?  Are you a voracious reader?  Do you carefully pick and choose?  Something in between?
I carefully pick and choose but there are times when a fic would just randomly catch my interest
Y: What are your thoughts on your personal satisfaction with something you’ve written vs. the popularity of your stories?  Do you tend to be most satisfied with your most popular stories?
my most popular fic is this and I'll always be thankful for it and I am satisfied with it but im honestly selfish and I want some of my other fics to receive the same amount of love.
well, that was the end of it! thank you for this ❤️
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kewltie · 2 years
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what’s your fave flavour of bkdk — any particular AU or tropes that you have or haven’t written yet? also are there any pieces of media that you like to take inspiration from to write their relationship? i feel like you’re very consistent in the way you write them, they never feel out of character no matter what universe you put them in. it’s quite amazing!
hi anon!!
im SO sorry this is super late!!! cringes i got distracted with some stuff sorry!!!!!!! but to answer your question im kinda torn b/t domestic super close bkdk who lives together and do everything as a couple but arent a couple at all??? like that's such a vibe where you're basically living in each other pocket and doing everything that is a married couple does but the feelings hasnt caught up yet and idk i like that a lot. another flavor of bkdk that i talked about where they're super intense about each other - katsuki is all consuming and his love is an ocean w/o borders and izuku is bottomless well that katsuki can pour all his love into. it's just soooo idk intense and terrifying bc how overwhelming it it but for these two it works bc their both ppl of extreme so yea.
i think i dabbled into a lot of diff trope and AU, i try not to restrain myself on anything, but there's like two particular things i want to try but i never have the courage to bc im not smart enough to write it LMAO. i want to do a 'horror unlimited' thing idk if ppl know this but it's a very common trope in china and even in japan too where you're trap in a horror/life or death scenario where you have to play out games and do crazy stunts in order to survive. it's really interesting and very clever. i always want to try it but it takes a lot of skill and creativity to come up with the survival games for it and im not that smart LOL. maybe one day!!!! i also would love to write a crime scene/detective murder mystery thing where bkdk and their friends basically an elite unite of investigators solving serious crimes like serial killers and such. im obsessed with csi, criminal minds, and law & order so writing a fic base around that is a dream of mind but once again i dont have enough knowledge to write it but ONE DAY, ONE DAY!!!!
i dont think there's any particular media that based bkdk but i just have a very vivid picture of bkdk in my head and i staunchingly stick to it (that's why i don read bkdk anymore LMAO bc it's so severe). for me i put that in a lot of AU setting but i try very hard to keep the core of who they are like izuku being kindhearted even if i write fics where he landed in the LOV's lap and is raised by AFO, i cant see him changing his kindhearted way and it's something i work into the fic how his struggles with wanting to help ppl and wanting better for the world torn b/t knowing his father and the ppl around him are VERY, VERY BAD PPL. it's good shit lol. katsuki is similar that he's a person full of flaw and is a general prick but he's really just an awkward boy who's trying his best and he may not always be kind but he's a good boy underneath all that rough edges and that he cares more deeply than ppl realize. i try to keep that inherent 'core' of their char so even if i do funky and weird setting that seem out of place for who they are, to me they are still recognizable as bkdk so that's super important to me.
so thanks so much for saying that their char is consistent for you bc ahhh that makes me happy!!!! :DDD sorry again for the late reply and i love all your questions, they're very fun to answer.
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cuddlybitch · 1 year
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hello hannah, hope you're doing well!
you're right kdrama fandom tend to move past shows quite quickly after they're done airing, it often feels like we all take a trip together while watching the show and then bam return to normal life once it's over and then we're all reshuffling to other, often different, destinations once new dramas come out lol The way I watch dramas often depends on how busy I am or how much I need distractions. I usually alternate between watching shows that are airing and catching up on already completed ones. I love watching a show live and getting to create stuffs for it and write about it and read people's thoughts on it as it unfurls, everything kind of feels more meaningful? but also I'm sometimes not in the mood for anything that's airing or for giving a lot of time to a show - I love giffing or analysing plot and interactions but it can be really time consuming lol - so in that case I either wait until a few episodes of some shows that seemed interesting are released so that I can see the people I follow react to it to see if it's worth binge watching the first episodes to catch up with it (I just did that with summer strike!) or I'll go look for maybe an older drama or one I didn't have time to watch when it was airing so that I can watch it instead and do it at my own pace.
For example, amongst the list of your favourite dramas that you gave, I watched reply 1988 all at once in between airing dramas since it came out way before I got into kdramas and I loved it, it's one of the rare ensemble shows where I didn't feel like skipping anything even if I knew already how it ended and even when it was getting super late and I was tired lol but I watched run on live and it was the perfect escape when I was super busy and one of the rare shows I've rewatched and gone over again.
Talking about your fave shows (Reply 1988, Secret Forest, Vincenzo, Hospital Playlist, Run On, Bloody Heart, Our Beloved Summer, Inspector Koo, Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo, Twenty Five Twenty One, Idol: The Coup, Rookie Cops), could you tell me what's your favourite thing about them? I've watched quite a few but there are some I'm curious about and I'd love to know what you think make each of them special 💜
your secret santa 🎥
ps: when it comes to strong woman do bong soon, I personally thought the real good thing about this show is the main couple's interactions and relationship because a lot of the side characters are annoying, irrelevant, or it's just a lot of caricatures and what I thought was over the top comedy - but also park hyunsik and park bo young are great in it so I ended up skipping a lot but enjoying them a lot too lol
pps: I'm really curious about your url, why did you chose it?
Hello Secret Santa!! I am doing well, how about you? Holiday busy-ness is ramping up, so that’s keeping me busy but otherwise, yes doing well.
I love when the fandom all get into the same kdrama, and everyone makes so many gifs, and brings up so many nice discussions in the tags. Those dramas are rare, but it’s always so fun when kdrama Tumblr is all on board the one drama… but then at the end of it, like you said, everyone kinda shuffles off to different dramas (or no dramas at all) and it’s interesting how it works like that, and how we all wait for that next drama that will make us go feral.
As for me, I try to keep up with currently airing dramas… I usually have something to watch most days of the week, but for me even if the dramas of that period aren’t that good, I find that watching dramas with someone (via Teleparty, etc.) helps a lot in keeping my interest in the current dramas of the season while I”m in a slump. Cause even when the fandom is non-existent, I have my friend who I can discuss the drama with, even if we’re both hate-watching lol…
I was the same with Reply 1988!!! Since I (re-)started dramas again so late, I had to rely on people’s recommendation of must-see dramas. Reply 1988 was one of them, and I just loved it. It might be a super long series, but I’ve rewatched it twice more now.
I think for the majority of my favourite dramas, especially the ones I’ve listed, you can see that a lot of them has some type of group/friend/team-type relationship dynamic in them. I think I enjoy dramas more if they have a good … group. Doesn’t have to be friends, can be family, a group of colleagues, an idol group, etc… I think that group aspect is what elevates me a good drama to me to a favourite drama. 
As for other ones… I loved Secret Forest because it’s a well written political/crime thriller, and the acting of Bae Doona and Cho Seung-woo, and the growth of their relationship is just excellent. 
For Bloody Heart, I didn’t think I’d enjoy this type of sageuk at all. My previous enjoyment of historical dramas relied on good comedy and romance to compensate for the same tired palace politics plot found in all these types of shows. However, with Bloody Heart, it was the first time where I actually enjoyed the palace politics a lot, and it was a straight up political thriller set in Joseon period. It didn’t have comedy at all, so I was hesitant to start it cause I thought it will be the same tropes being used over and over, but nope. Palace politics was top notch from the get go, and not to mention the series is just BEAUTIFUL. Cinematography p*rn. 
Which ones of the shows I’ve listed have you seen, Secret Santa? :D And do you like them as much as I did haha…
-thanks for the heads up about Strong Woman… I feel like I’ve heard the same kind of thoughts re: side characters (not to mention Ji-soo having that huge school bullying scandal from a year or so ago…)
-as for my URL, it was part of a quote from the show How I Met Your Mother, said by Marshal, “I’m cuddly, bitch. Deal with it.” I can' t remember now why I chose it, but I probably thought the combination of those two words were cool at that time. xD I still like my username though, and hope I'll never be forced to change.
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Reader is bigger than Shigaraki but really, who isn’t?
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His clothes don’t fit you; not even that hoodie he wears to swallow and hide himself. You’re bigger than him, bigger than most, and know to keep your own shirts laying around. It’s nothing you aren’t use to- honestly you don’t mind. But Shigaraki does. He’ll pout from the bed as you hunch over to try and find your shirt, his own being flung to the side without a second thought. It pisses him off. He offered his own shirt, offered to give up one of the few items he truly has to you. You didn’t even consider putting on his shirt- just dismissed him with a light laugh and kiss to the forehead before scouring his room. He knows the two of you are different. Shigaraki is...small in a way. He may have the grandiose nature of a king but not the build. He’s lanky- all skin and bones and harsh scars. Shigaraki is not warm, there’s nothing smooth about him, and he hates it all hates himself while you...are the complete opposite.
Warm soft skin, smooth to him no matter what imperfections there are, and so so plush. He could fall into you- sink down where it’s safe where he’s safe and stay there through anything. His shaking fingers sink easily into you hips when he pulls you to him after a long day apart. His mouth eagerly bites into the flesh of your thighs, getting a mouthful before sucking harshly. Even your cheeks are traced and squeezed lightly as his half gloved hands roam your body. It embarrassed you at first- how needy and touchy he was- is. He can’t help it, it’s your fault, for being everything he’s never had. He’s relentless in his advances and only huffs at you when you try to dissuade him with gentle protests and redirecting actions. The day he finally finally pulls you into his lap has you babbling about how big you are and pointless other excuses that make him livid (who put those thoughts into your head? When has he ever been anything less than obsessed with you and worshiped your body? Stop worrying about what others have said or thought when he’s right there). When your weight settles into his lap, arms around his neck and stomach squished between you two, he feels whole. He buries himself in you- head shoved into the crook of you neck, your thighs straddling his lap and spilling over his legs, gloved hands resting against your back until he’s so thoroughly consumed by you. You’re so goddamn warm against him, and he swears he can feel every fiber and vein and beat of your heart within him. It’s overwhelming- your entire being. He’s only known sharpness, pain, loss, and so much more throughout his life. He needs you- needs to feel your skin and fat and heartbeat because it reminds him of the fact that you’re here. You’re here with him and he lov-
He snaps at you one day, not because he means too but because he’s still learning through his impatience. You’re taking too long just hurry up and get dressed (although he would give almost anything to stay like this, in the afterglow of one of your countless nights together, watching you search naked around his room) He throws a shirt at you and tells you to put it on- he doesn’t have all day to wait around ya know. “This isn’t mine Tomura.” You reply easily, immune to his snaps and growls by this point. “No,” he snaps again, “it’s mine. Put it on.” That old embarrassment at his insistence creeps back in. You know this game, when friends would insist you could fit into their shirts after a sleepover or when the department store worker would insist you just try on the one size too small jeans. You’re about to protest again and unfold the plain shirt to hold it up to your body, show him just how small it is. It keeps unfolding. He’s never worn this before. Shigaraki has exactly six shirts, one hoodie, and two jackets. However, it smells like him, and it’s a faded plain black like he wears. The collar is even loose from where he tugs on them to scratch his neck. You can tell he has worn it, at some point, because it feels exactly like the others he has. It’ll be big on you so he would be swallowed up by it. Why would he get this oversized-,“You’re suppose to wear my clothes.” He’s muttering to himself but staring at you with a touch of hesitancy in his eyes. Oh. You are suppose to wear his clothes, that’s how relationships go right? You’ve both never been privy to this part. The shirt slips on easy along with a faint reddening to Shigaraki’s face and neck as he watches. It’s him surrounding you now as you bring the collar up to bury your smile into it. It’s just a shirt that fits you, his shirt that fits you. Just a shirt. It’s more to both of you.
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