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dazais-guardian-angel · 4 years

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Time for my feels dump thoughts on Diabolical Box...! y’all, this game. this game. I don’t think people give it enough credit for... a lot of what it does, despite the messiness of the plot reveals... but it’s so special and unique, in ways I’m only now appreciating. also this is gonna be really REALLY fucking long I am so sorry, but I have a Lot to say about the ending parts... i just love this game so much...... so i wrote a fucking novel bc of course i did.

also i played this in October, completely unintentionally, so that’s noice.

The amount of voice acting and cutcenes in this compared to CV is amazing, I love it so much, even if it is funny sometimes the dialogue they choose to voice and then abruptly cut off a few lines later.

I had COMPLETELY forgotten about Luke jumping on Chelmey and trying to rip his face off and it’s just the funniest fucking thing omg; Hershel in the background going “NO LUKE THAT’S HIS FACE” is comedic gold.

Will we ever know what Hershel was going to say when Chelmey asked him what Luke’s relationship to him was... dammit Luke why’d you have to cut him off.

Hershel calling the hamster “generously proportioned” is amazing. also “I’ve always said that helping rodents in need is among the duties of every true gentleman” Hershel... please tell me what other situations have made you say that... please...

Why is there an entire subplot about finding this Karen’s dog, just to make Chelmey look like even more of an idiot? if they needed to pad the game out more, they definitely could have done it with flashbacks or in places that I’m... ahem... emotionally invested in

Flora’s treatment in this game is so infuriating to me, like... why did they think this was a good idea? What was the point of bringing her into the plot for NO other reason than to be kidnapped and impersonated? Was it literally just because they needed a way for Hershel and Luke to run into Don Paolo and get the box back from him??? Why couldn’t, idk, Katia run into him in Dropstone and get the box from him and save Flora, that would still get the box to her and keep Flora in the group, and it would tip them off to Katia being related to all this even earlier, and Don Paolo could still be shown there if he absolutely has to make an appearance in each game. I know it’s because he has to be built up and then revealed, and because Hershel always has to have a dramatic point-n’-reveal every game, but whyyyyyy does it have to be at the expense of Flora. :))))) It would have been interesting to see her reactions to Folsense and Anton and everything, and not have Katia be the only female involved in all this; maybe she could, you know, actually have a personality!! hahaaaa who am I kidding...

beluga: “it’s already been a year since she passed away” me: whythehellyoucryingsodamnloud.jpg

Anderson talking about Dropstone and the sacrifices made to found it and how it can’t die out like “other towns”... with the song playing... whythehellyoucryingsodamnloud.jpg

The sheer coincidence of Katia going to Folsense on the same day that Hershel and Luke would end up in Dropstone and then there, and on the 50th anniversary of the town... not a likely one.

Didn’t some versions of the game come with a real version of the train ticket to Folsense? I want it D:

i also want a real Elysian Box, like can i commission someone to make one minus the whole you know actual gold, please, i’ll pay aNYTHING- *sobs*

LUKE HOW COULD YOU FORGET THAT HERSHEL IS AN ARCHEOLOGIST, AFTER ALL THE ARCHEOLOGICAL SHIT YOU’VE BEEN THROUGH

Hershel to “Flora”: “you’re as white as a sheet!” Don Paolo, minutes ago while the others aren’t looking: *furiously powdering his face mask or some shit*

Why was Anton’s diary lying in the street though... it doesn’t make sense that Katia or Beluga would have it, and they couldn’t open it anyhow. probably just a gameplay thing that should go unquestioned but I want to knowwww lol. Also wish Hershel and Luke had reactions to the entries.

Ilyana tho. Also bootleg Clive asdfghjkl

I LOVE THE TOWER OF HANOI PANCAKE PUZZLES

Am I the only one who doesn’t understand the obsession with the tea set... like yeah it’s fun to serve tea when you actually get it right, but I’m stuck with like two recipes missing and getting frustrated just trying and trying countless ingredient combinations on end because some of the npcs are NOT helpful enough in telling what to make :))))

Obviously Katia can’t reveal anything or say anything about why she’s there at all to keep the suspense till the end, but it would have been cool to see her working together with them and making a plan to get into the castle and help Anton aka I just wanted more scenes with Anton being nice and not flying into a rage over a misunderstanding ugh

It’s honestly pretty impressive some of the deductions/connections Chelmey makes in this game, despite his... other incredibly stupid ones lol

“iSnT iT oBvIoUs?”

WHY DOES HERSHEL RISK KILLING LUKE (AGAIN) WITH THE BOX. And why tf does it not do anything to them since they assumed it would...?

The biggest mystery of the series is how Pavel gets where he does, truly

The music in the forest is truly one of the best osts, god I love it. I also adore the Herzen Castle ost now, I never really noticed it before but it is WONDERFULLY creepy and heavy and melancholic and just... idk, those harpsicords go hard. damn.

Opening the Elysian Box is the best puzzle in the series, because of the meaning behind it. Or at least, it’s my favorite for that reason :^)

Alright folks so I’m gonna be completely, unabashedly honest here, and reveal myself to be the superficial, shallow fucker I am lmao: Anton is super hot and I’m still attracted to him even now, and I hate that we get so little time with younger him dklslskdfkflssd I AM SORRY I CAN’T HELP IT OKAY. BLAME THE VOICE ACTOR, HE HAD NO RIGHT TO SOUND SO UNEXPECTEDLY DEEP AND INCREASE ANTON’S HOTNESS LEVEL BY 1000%... just. god damn. damn. the dining room scene. the lighting. the way he puts his hands down and closes his eyes at one point. the way he says Herzen. the freaking sass with “chalk it up to my bad taste then.” the little clap. his entire design which just oozes Victorian era anime bishie beauty. kudos to the character designer who was like “well they said make someone cool and handsome and i wasn’t sure what to do but i tried and i guess it worked out” GOOD SIR BOY DID YOU SUCCEED. how dare this man turn me on so much, fUCK. And I know it’s super shitty of me to not like his old design as much!!! but just!!! why the beak nose.... why.... he was so gorgeous and then you give him the Bronev nose treatment..... i’m already so sad over the ending but you make him look so much sADDER, THE SADDEST POSSIBLE DESIGN FOR OLDER ANTON. It’s not that I mind him being old, I just wish he looked more like himself... there didn’t need to be such a drastic change. But I know I’m just being petty lmao. anyway stan Anton for most beautiful PL character always 🙏 Descole and Clive’s hotness have nothing on this man

*ahem* But to get back to serious topics, replaying this now when I’m older, with the ones after it in mind, I think I finally realize why this game stands out to me so much from the others, making it my favorite. To put it as best I can, Diabolical Box, to me at least, just has a different feel from all the other PL games. Yes, it’s still definitely a Layton game, you still investigate a mystery, there’s still puzzles everywhere, it still has a relaxing city or country feel to the atmosphere, there’s still lots of charm, but once you hit Folsense and the climax and the ending reveals, the tone sort of... shifts? Not drastically, but enough that’s different from any point in all the other games that I can remember; I feel like Last Spector might have the closest kind of atmosphere to Folsense at certain parts, but even then the plot of that game is nowhere near to having the same tone as this one. Diabolical Box, when you really look close at it and think about it, is dark. Dark in a way that none of the other games are, despite the darkness some of the others do have. And I think part of that is because almost every other game/movie is connected to the overarching story involving Hershel’s past and people involved with him, and so the drama and angst is very much grounded in London or other places Hershel would be/was, and in his time, but Diabolical Box is unique in that the story and characters in it have nothing to do with him. And to reflect this, Anton and Sophia’s story is based in the early 1900′s, the Victorian era, in a city so far separated from, again, everything to do with Hershel, that if you were to just watch their story by itself and take the professor and Luke out of it, and you knew nothing about the series, you could reasonably argue that it isn’t from a Professor Layton game at all. What I mean is that Anton’s story could be an entire anime all on its own surely it’s not obvious how badly I want that, nope, not at all, completely separate from this series, and it would work; it could be its own period era-esque drama series, still with all the supernatural shit intact later on. I can think of a few existing anime similar to what I’m imagining.

And I really do think it would be amazing, because like I said this story is terribly, terribly dark, and sad; as a PL game, like a lot of the other ones, it can’t go deep into the nitty gritty of what makes Anton’s story so fucking depressing, but just like... Imagine it. Imagine being alone, for so long in that castle, so long that you don’t even know how long it’s been anymore, with virtually no one, after having your heart broken and being abandoned by the person you loved the most, and who you thought loved you, and getting no closure about it. This long post goes a ton of detail about Anton’s character and things he was probably feeling/reasons for his behavior, but in short, Anton’s mother is never mentioned, so combined with how distant he was from his father and the fact that he feels alone in his role in society and that no one truly sees him as a real person, it’s quite possible that he clung to Sophia unconsciously as a mother figure, and, in general, she was the only person who made him feel seen, and loved. The only exception was Beluga, but Beluga leaves the town and Anton behind after quarreling with their father, so... It’s just extremely apparent when you read the diary entries and his dialogue (with the voice acting) that Anton was always alone and terribly insecure, and that Sophia made him the happiest he ever was - and so her leaving him was devastating to him. He was alone for fifty years (and who knows how long it actually felt, to him), in a lonely castle and emptying town, his entire family either left or dead, his body slowly aging without him even knowing it, while he had a daughter and granddaughter born without even knowing it, and all the while he’s left with the misunderstanding that Sophia might have loved someone “better” than him all along, never getting answers, having to live with all that grief and guilt and blame and jealousy and self-hatred over a situation that wasn’t even entirely true. Imagine what your MENTAL STATE would be like, jfc it’s a miracle he’s as sane as he is in the game!! Not to mention everything that crashes down on him within TEN MINUTES AT THE END. Yes, Unwound Future and the prequels very purposefully heap the angst on with Clive/Dimitri and Descole respectively, like “we are trying so hard to make you feel for this guy cry cry cry” and I fall for it like the trash i am love them too, don’t get me wrong, but Anton’s tragedy is much more understated but in my opinion is by far the absolute saddest of them all. I just... i’m crying y’all, this poor man. give him a fucking HUG. Anton Did Nothing Wrong 2k20; he doesn’t even hurt the people he lures in with his vampire scheme!! he lets them go without a scratch!!! what a guy... give him a hug and blankets please i love him so much, him and Sophia- *sobs*

and also as a side note, I honestly think Descole/Desmond would fit perfectly into this game for a lot of these reasons, in the trend of “trying to fit Descole into the first trilogy”; he’s got the right Aesthetic™ for one thing, but mainly just he and Anton have a LOT in common...! actually, now that I think about it, Randall and Anton do too, but I much prefer the notion of Descole and Anton interacting. honestly, I’m toying with the idea of an AU where Desmond and resurrected Aurora end up in Folsense and solve that mystery themselves instead of Hershel and Luke; i think it’d be fascinating.

However, by the same token, as much as I LOVE this game and characters for all of those reasons... it also makes no fucking sense ahaha. How the FUCK does the gas work. The illness that started killing people when the ore was first unearthed and is the reason everyone starts leaving, is THAT from the gas I assume?? but like why?? cause eventually it just turns to making the town appear as it was years ago and keeping people young, so...? ARE ALL THE TOWNSPEOPLE NOT ACTUALLY THERE, OR THEY ARE AND ARE JUST YOUNG LIKE ANTON; I’m still not clear on this!! because Hershel at the end says they’re illusions, and yet when you talk to the npcs so many of them complain about being tired and feeling old, so what is the truth!! It would make sense if newcomers see the town as it is in the pictures, but there’s no reason for them to not age... in fact, I don’t understand where the not aging thing comes from at ALL, since if the idea is that the gas makes what you think will happen happen, how tf did that even come about in the first place??? There’s no way everyone who inhaled the gas would think the exact same things and have the exact same hallucination. And if fifty years passed in reality, how long did it feel like to Anton/others; surely it couldn’t have been that long if they never questioned why they weren’t aging? If the gas in the box put Schrader in a coma, what was his theory about what would happen? Why does nothing happen to Hershel and Luke upon opening it when they clearly assume something will happen? Related to other things, how does the box become the source of a rumor, and how does Schrader even get it? Do people just assume Anton is dead or otherwise gone, or do they know/assume he’s still in the castle but don’t try to see him because of the vampire? Does Beluga know Anton is still there, if he does it’s pretty shitty of him to ignore him, and why does he think the box has to do with the fortune of all things if he possibly knew Sophia wanted it and knew it had something to do with her and Anton (seriously I don’t understand Beluga, I really wish they’d done more with him; he looks so shitty even if you give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he knew the least amount possible)??? Did Sammy know that the drugged flowers related to getting into Folsense? Did Katia know how to get into Folsense, and what was she planning to do if she never found the box in order to prove she was who she said she was? Why do some of the npcs act like they know the deep dark secret of Folsense and keep saying Hershel and Luke don’t need to know, and keep talking about the town being cursed, like do they really know the truth?? Or not??? LEVEL-5 I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS AND I’M TOO DUMB TO FIGURE OUT THE ANSWERS. EVEN LAYTON VS. WRIGHT’S STUPID REVEALS MAKE MORE SENSE THAN THIS AAAAAHHHH

anyway DB best game anton hot Even with all the weirdness though that makes this game the most Layton the Layton series has ever Layton’d lmao, I still love Diabolical Box so damn much. I love it so much, guys. It’s not part of a huge narrative, it’s not connected to the main characters; it tells its own little story and it does that perfectly. It’s so unique from all the rest, like I said, the plot has so much depth I don’t really see talked about, Anton and Sophia’s story is so beautifully tragic and underrated on a mature level that none of the other games really reach, and despite how upset I am we don’t get to see more of them, their love story is so impactful and emotional just from what little we do see, despite some of the oddities of how it plays out... they’re so sweet together and I cry so damn much over them ಥ⌣ಥ Iris is one of the most beautiful and touching songs in the series, too, and my favorite. And I’m a sucker for the Victorian era and cute romance lmao, so it just gets me like nothing else does... it’s so wonderful. saddest PL game, I will die on this hill. Even if I seem to talk a lot more about some of the other games/characters simply because there’s more content to talk about and there’s more to say about the more flawed content. you can’t improve perfection *chef’s kiss*, deep down, I think, this game will always be my favorite. ❤️

#professor layton #professor layton spoilers #meta #'thoughts post' more like Dana Rants An Entire Novel of Feels #but what is tumblr for if not this amiright #anton and sophia utterly destroy me and they always will #there's not much shown but what IS shown is so goddamn devastating and painful and bittersweet #i don't ship much but they're one of my otps so u know they good :')#i wanted to say even more here but i felt so guilty for how fucking massive this post was alksdfkfl;ss i cut some of it out already #i can kinda relate to Anton though tbh.... not getting closure on a relationship ending is truly painful; it's one of the worst things ever #so i feel for him </3 #and i love him #protect anton herzen always #and stan DB always

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captainmarkone · 3 years

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come back.

Characters: Suprise CE Character x Reader. Warning(s): Angst, heartbreak hotel. A/N: I got hit by inspo. Enjoy this drabble of nonsense. But imma guess it's not a huge secret as to who the character is... but enjoy!

June 23, 2021 —

Storming down the stairs, I felt nothing but anger. Hurt. My heart absolutely breaking at the sight I saw mere seconds ago. Footsteps falling behind me, their breathing deep as if I was the bad guy; his own anger radiating off their body.

“I didn’t know you were coming home early!” my husband yelled, staring at me with a smirk on his lips. His robe tied around his body to conceal the naked skin underneath. He stood there, watching me as if I owed him some sort of apology.

“I hate you… I cannot believe… I ha-hate you,” I said, words fumbling out. A quiet plea to whatever god that was out there to smite me where i stood. For the pain, the betrayal. It was all too much.

“Who is she?” I asked, his eyes not showing an ounce of concern. He didn’t care that I hated him.

“Someone I met,” he simply answered. His wedding band glowing in the dim light. Something that was now a joke. A sham on what we were.

“My lawyer will be in touch with yours, you spoiled piece of shit. A little boy that married someone to feel like he was a man. You take all the goddamn money because I want nothing, absolutely fucking nothing to do with you, you manipulative little shit. I hope you eat shit and fucking live so all your life someone can remind you that you ate what you become!” I sneered, my voice laced with venom.

He staggered back a bit. Not sure what to say. No snide comment. His hands came up, as if he realized what he had done.

“Angel…” he whispered, as if he spoke louder would make his voice crack. A simple gleam shone in his eyes. Liar, I thought.

“Oh Ransom,” the voice upstairs sang his name. And that’s what hit me. Like a fucking freight train. He saw it then. The gleam in my own eyes. The pain that shown in them.

“Angel, please. She means fucking nothing. Please,” he began to beg, his voice now becoming something different. Sincere? Apologetic? Whatever it was, I wasn’t buying it. He said my name, a soft whisper that left his lips.

“Go to hell,” I said, grabbing my keys and walking out of the house we bought together. He had someone in our bed. Ours. He promised the world to me. Only to take it all back because he wanted his dick wet.

I needed time. To think. To cool off. Before going back there again to gather my things and rip him a new one. Hugh Ransom Drysdale was the love of my life. And that was something I never should’ve admitted to him; to anyone.

At the traffic light, I saw the soft gleam of the diamond perched on my left hand. His token of faithfulness. Sliding it off, I placed it in the cup holder and drove once the light turned green. I didn’t notice the car next to me had stopped just in time before the large truck rammed into my side of the car. Letting my world go black.

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RD -

Ransom paced in the bedroom he shared with you. His own heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. Sick of himself. His actions. The way he let you, the only person who has truly loved him, go. When he sat on the edge of your side of the bed, he couldn’t think anymore. All he could was replay the year and half you spent together.

He had called you multiple times. But of course you didn’t answer. He didn’t expect you to but he had a small sliver of hope that you’d answer. Hear him out. Take him back. But straight to voicemail. He had kicked the blonde out the moment you drove away. Wanting nothing more than to drive after you. But he didn’t. He should’ve.

His phone rang then, before he could check who it was, he decided to just answer.

“Angel?! I’m so sorr-“ he started but was quickly silent when it wasn’t your voice talking.

“Hello. I’m Nurse Bellow from Boston Medical Center. I’m trying to contact the next of kin. Is this Hugh Drysdale?” She asked, following to check if he was your husband. “Hi sir. Your wife is here and in critical condition. We will be expecting you.” She hung up, and Ransom was up in a flash.

Dressing appropriately and making it to the hospital in seconds. Harlan already there with his coat hanging over his arms. They had moved you to a private suite. There you lay. Wires connected and the beat of the machine that checked your heartbeat on. He was devastated at the sight. His world crashing in one night.

“Ransom,” his grandfather said softly. Coming up behind him. Ransom fell on to the chair, taking your hand in his. “Baby… baby please,” he said softly. His turn to plea with the gods.

“I’m so sorry Ransom…” Harlan continued but it was all cut when the machines started going off.

“SHE’S CRASHING!” A nurse yelled, ushering Ransom out with his grandfather. The two sat in silence. No thought in Ransom’s head but you. Your smile. Your laugh. The way you said I love you unconditionally. These were the conditions in which you didn’t love him.

After hours of surgery, the doctor came out and he didn’t seem to have the best news. He sighed heavily and held his hands out and then put them back together.

“Mr. Drysdale… I am so sorry, but your wife didn’t make it. What we thought was just a simple internal bleeding, turned out to be much worse. Your wife… she was about two months pregnant. And well… it made surgery a little longer and little tougher but… she bled out and both didn’t survive. I am so sorry,” the doctor said, making it perfectly clear.

But Ransom stopped listening after he said sorry. Tears streamed down his face, his own heart shattering at it all. Harlan’s hand rested on his grandsons shoulder. Ransom turned to his grandfather and held the old man tight. Weeping in the chair, his world gone.

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Five months later —

He stood at your grave. The grass fully grown over your slot. Harlan had paid for the funeral, and even the plot that yielded DRYSDALE on the plaque. He never deserved you.

He had placed the flowers on your grave, standing there in silence. Tears slowly sliding down his face as he watched the flower petals blow with the wind.

“Ransom,” Harlan’s voice lifted Ransoms head. Turning and helping his grandfather down the small hill. “Ah. Thankfully they’ve been keeping this area clean,” he continued. His own bouquet of flowers being placed next to Ransom’s.

“She loved you Ransom. Saw that spark, that good in you,” Harlan said, fetching out a box in his pocket. The small velvet box was placed in the young males hand. “What’s this?” Ransom asked, eyebrows furrowing.

Harlan nodded to your grave and said, “She asked me to get it fixed for you. Said it was dull and needed something. A surprise.”

Opening the box, he saw his lost pinky ring. You must’ve taken it in June. Etched on the flat surface were the first letter of your name, his H, and small b.d.

Tears stung his eyes as he slid it on.

“B.D.?” He asked, Harlan raising a brow.

“I believe it was for ‘baby Drysdale’. Probably going to tell you on your anniversary,” Harlan said. Only making Ransom’s heart sink deeper. “Let’s go eat breaks on, Ran. She’s gonna be okay.”

As Harlan walked back to the car, Ransom stood there with his thumb playing with the band of the ring.

“I love you. I love you both,” he declared, turning before glancing back one last time. He got into the car with his grandfather, feeling a weight being lifted. As if… you had forgiven him.

#chris evans fanfiction #rd x reader #reader #trying not to do spoilers here #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom x you

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ladyhindsight · 2 years

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This is just full of Jace’s character narration done by Luke and Isabelle, both simultaneously trying to score some sympathy points for Jace. This is just me complaining my way through, but honestly.

Fuck this chapter in particular.

We begin this chapter with these good ol’ classics. No commas.

Senhora Monteverde runs the Lisbon Institute with her husband Senhor Monteverde. Basically Mr. and Mrs. Monteverde. They weren’t even given first names.

There’s been extensive conversation over Robert’s character on the blog, but I want to note this anyway. Luke’s dislike of Robert is unnecessarily underlined here. In this scene Robert is devastated by the death of his son, yet Luke has to remark how he never really liked Robert before he can show any sympathy for Robert’s grief.

The only purpose that I can see in this is that there's no misunderstanding that Luke likes Robert in any way because Robert is somewhat controversial character especially at this point, and we can’t have such a good person like Luke have that judgement fall on him for sympathizing a former extremist (whose young son was just brutally murdered).

Luke emits just enough sympathy here to make the difference.

I’m really hard on using any filter words, but I wanted to note an example where it works the way intended. Luke can’t see them, but feels/senses their eyes on him anyway.

But why even Amatis? WE WOULDN’T KNOW! She’s shown nothing but care and concern for her brother and regret and anger towards herself for how he treated Luke in the past. Why wouldn’t she look at him??

Same subject, no comma. But then again, without comma, does it seem like they are about to endure all the death in the same place again? THEN AGAIN, they are in Idris so it is the same place.

I’d still go without comma because that last clause doesn’t have a subject.

No, Luke means your comatose “mother” in New York and villainous father in currently unknown location.

In this book, Jace is in serious need of guidance and Luke does fill that bit on couple occasions in the story. But being Jace’s guidance counselor comes with a side effect of narrating also his past traumas and pain to the readers.

“Or scare them” is not an independent clause, hence no comma. “The Clave” is the common object and “the sight of all those Downworlders” the common subject in these clauses.

Continuing on the aforementioned point of Luke narrating Jace’s traumas. But it’s interesting to think about, because the only potential safe adults are strangely absent from the story. Also saying “by the adults” sounds though like all the adults currently in his life and ones in the past.

There is no word on Jace and Robert’s relationship but he and Maryse haven’t used Jace for anything. Maryse’s counter-intuitive ways of protecting Jace and her fear of Jace being sort of a Trojan horse in City of Ashes could count as betrayal, but Maryse proved her love and care for Jace and he chose to remain with his family.

Also self-hatred noted, just so you know Jace is truly tormented. This scene where Jace tells Luke about his plan and they converse about it, it’s hard to describe. It feels like tiptoeing around the edges of complete self-indulgence, where Luke is the vessel for sympathizing Jace and noting these things about him, explaining Jace because the writing apparently can’t on its own.

Look at all this pain Jace is carrying, how much he has suffered, but no, he doesn’t think he’s a hero. Look how he says it, but he doesn’t realize he iiiis! Can’t you see? Despite everything he’s been through (MORE THAN ANYONE IN THE WHOLE WORLD), always being so self-sacrificing and everything!

...Like that. It’s like fishing some sympathy points for Jace.

Everything is always so goddamn surprising for these people. “To his own surprise” and “some” are like cushioning the fact that Luke is going to let this teen boy go on what would essentially be a suicide mission if it weren’t for Isabelle. And he still ends up dying anyway.

Also no comma, same subject.

Father’s pride, the only true goal in life. I have a list of things that are better than this:

The parents he already has and who love him and sure as heck are proud of him anyway

HIS “MOTHER”? MAYBE? MORE LIKELY?

The first comma is grrreat, it separates two independent clauses. The second comma it the same old bullshit I’ve been on about throughout this whole book.

→ “She gasped and jumped back, thinking it was alive.”

It’s not that hard to show.

This is probably the second supposition Clary makes about Amatis’, the first one is Amatis making cookies being so weird. Oh my god, who knew Amatis knows how to make cookies and wants to make them? Not me for sure, I don’t know this woman well at all. And neither do you Clary.

Then we get to the good part of the chapter. So good in fact that I am totally tired of this Let’s Narrate Jace thing altogether. It’s like my brain’s melting, help.

Clary accuses Isabelle of not caring enough about Jace, which is funny because it has been the biggest part of Isabelle’s character so far. The only true consistency in Isabelle’s character has been her unwavering loyalty and deep care for Jace.

The only useful things Clary has done so far is get the Book of the White back from the Wayland Manor with Jace and rescued Simon with Jace and Alec. Otherwise her behavior has been downright repulsive. This isn’t some moment of growth for Clary, to not say such horrible things and making bullshit assumptions because others aren’t reacting as strongly as you are, i.e. not obviously caring enough. This is just Clary running her mouth before Isabelle sets her even somewhat straight, but even then there’s nothing even close to developing as a person going on in Clary’s brain.

Clary doesn’t get shit. She was never raised the way the Nephilim are. Always at war, always at heightened risk of losing someone you love. How could she get it? It’s not her fault, but she still doesn’t get anything. And Isabelle thankfully says so.

ISABELLE NOT LIKING CLARY BECAUSE [INSERT REASONS] IS NOT AN ARGUMENT ANYMORE.

Isabelle has made clear she doesn’t dislike or hate Clary. But Clary is constantly throwing Isabelle not really liking her at Isabelle’s face. It doesn’t matter what Isabelle says, Clary is still written making this non-argument. Additionally, Clary always fails to reflect how her own behavior might affect how people perceive her. She doesn’t get at all that her own behavior might just be the key to understanding why sometimes people have hard time with her around. And fuck off with your surprise.

Then Isabelle makes an incredibly valid point. Clary doesn’t know Jace like she does, she can’t know him the way Isabelle does because Isabelle has known him longer. BUT WAIT. It is spun around in a way that it only gives credibility to Jace’s super deep and amazing (UTTERLY NONSENSICAL) love for Clary.

Jace loved Clary, but for fucking why? What is it about this obnoxious, self-centered girl that made her just so amazing that all it took was one glance at her and Jace was obsessed. Clary and Jace’s relationship remains hollow because the basis for it is made of 100% bullcrap.

This is Isabelle’s purpose, to narrate Jace and later save him from getting his ass handed down to him. But mostly to narrate Jace’s character.

Isabelle speaks the truth. How can Clare write a character that is just so right about Clary? Because Isabelle isn’t saying it for Clary to reflect on! To take her words to heart and learn! For fuck’s sake, here Clary even thinks they are both just crying about Jace, just two gals that love that dude a lot.

NO.

Clary prances around in borrowed stolen gear, wants to ram her untrained ass into places it doesn’t belong, but also doesn’t step up and take part. She portals herself into Idris because she wanted to go, no matter the consequences. She marches over to the Penhallows’ and demands to see Jace. Like fuck all else because Clary has a mission that is more important than whatever problems anyone else is having.

And then enter Simon:

What Jace decides to do is on Jace. But pretending like anyone can wash off their hands from this mess is dumb as hell. The point of the conversation was Clary being indifferent to how her behavior affects others around her. Not whether Jace is the only one suffering. No one said that, but now this has turned into a fucking declaration on how both Jace and Clary suffer so much over their dumbass love story.

→ “Her stomach dropped out of her body.”

Saved by the bell. Clary doesn’t have to think about anything she and Isabelle discussed because now she gets to yell at her mother and be obnoxious again.

#I said I try not to curse #But I guess that's out the window for now #I'll just drop this here and get to my inbox #Clary Fray #Jace Herondale #Luke Garroway #Isabelle Lightwood #Maryse Lightwood #Amatis Herondale #City of Glass #CoG Chapter 15

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sarahjtv · 3 years

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BNHA Chapter 302 Spoiler Thoughts: Y’all Need Therapy

Part 2 of the story that started last chapter and THINGS GOT WORSE!!! I’m crying through the pain. There’s a lot going on in this one. Lots of guilt, lots of abuse, lots of crying, but thankfully some gleam of hope at the end. A broken family can heal. This is a step in the right direction. Though, I’m already seeing the BNHA fandom going up in flames because everyone’s playing the blame game. I hope I don’t end up accidentally stepping on that landmine after posting this. Here we go (thoughts are based off summary translations by @redandblonde420 on Twitter and panel images are from @BKIS2327 on Twitter!):

(OP Note: Please don’t DM me with your complaints about my opinions on the Todoroki Family matter. It’s bad enough that this storyline has people getting pissed off at each other for taking different sides. The last thing the BNHA fandom needs is more conflict amongst ourselves.)

Chapter 302 picks up where we last left off. Enji and Rei managed to stop Touya from attacking Shoto (it’s not explained how) and the whole family except from them are asleep. Enji tells Rei that he doesn’t want any of the kids anywhere near Shoto anymore in fear that they would try to harm him. Enji also fired a servant because he was so busy at work and he asks Rei to not let Touya out of her sight. The other reason why Enji won’t watch over Touya himself is because Enji’s presence would only be a constant reminder of the hero world to Touya. While Enji thinks he’s protecting Touya, Rei says he’s just running away. A few things here:

1. I get not wanting Touya anywhere near baby Shoto since he did try to kill the tyke. Touya was pretty much bent on his hatred for his little brother at that point that even seeing him stroked his dangerous jealousy. But, I don’t know about Fuyumi and Natsuo. Neither of them showed any hatred towards Shoto (and still haven’t as far as we know). They’ve shown no signs of violence or anything that would imply wanting to hurt Shoto. So, why keep them away too?

2. This is probably going to be the start of me getting shit on by the fandom, but I think Enji and Rei are both right. We saw in the last chapter that Enji did legitimately care for Touya to the point where he tried to convince him to leave his ambitions of being a hero primarily so that he would stop hurting himself. Just Endeavor being there is a reminder of the hero world. Which would only provoke Touya more. And Endeavor can’t just leave his job; he was the #2 after all. At the same time, Enji is running away from the problem by not trying to talk to Touya more and helping him to control his flames at least. He was trying to save Touya from himself, but he was also ignoring the real problem.

3. Side note (and because I just 💙 Shoto), the manga panels show baby Shoto sleeping on his little bed with a frosty snot bubble coming out of his nose 🥺! Not only is it adorable, but it seems like Shoto had his quirk since he was very young.

Time skip 5 years later! This is back when Shoto was being dragged along by Enji while watching his siblings play ball WAY back in Shoto’s Origin chapter what a throwback, Horikoshi (Season 2 Ep. 10 in the anime; I think Chapter 39 in the manga)! Fuyumi is 12 yrs old, Natsuo is 8 yrs old, and Touya is 13 yrs old. So, that confirms that Touya is 1 year older than Fuyumi, Natsuo is 4 years younger than Fuyumi, and Shoto is 3 years younger than Natsuo since Shoto was 5 then. God, they looked so cute back then! I’m honestly amazed how freaking TALL Natsuo is at 8 YEARS OLD! He’s taller than Fuyumi here and probably Touya. Someone put this kid in the Haikyuu!! universe and teach him volleyball! He’d be great, I know it!

We see a few panels of what is basically a remastered version of what we saw during Shoto’s Origin story. Shoto really wanted to play ball with his siblings, but Enji wouldn’t let him 😭. I know Natsuo and Shoto try to play ball in present day in the 5th(?) light novel. Natsuo plays it properly, but Shoto accidentally smacks the shit out of it 🤣. It’s a very bittersweet scene and I suggest you guys read the translations of it if you can find it. *AHEM* Anyway while Shoto is looking at them with sadness, Touya is looking back at Shoto with malice in his eyes. Touya clearly still hated Shoto...

Next, we see Touya trying to talk to Natsuo in bed. While he admits that he was wrong for trying to attack Shoto, he thinks Enji is to blame as well. Ok, Enji lit Touya’s figurative flame, but Enji did not attack Shoto. That was all Touya’s doing. Had he listened to his father and not been so driven to jealousy, he wouldn’t have attacked. Enji did a lot of things, but he did not provoke that attack.

Natsuo was too tired to listen to Touya talk, so he suggested that he talk to Fuyumi instead. Touya thought that Natsuo was the only one who could understand and he didn’t talk to Fuyumi because “all the women in the family were no good”. OKAY, I don’t know if this is straight up sexism or something else, but goddamn Touya. That is-, that’s not okay. At all. Respect women pls, my dude. Hell, Fuyumi and Rei probably would’ve been a good people to talk to back then.

One day, Touya is trying to leave the house probably to go train again. Rei tries to convince him to play with his friends instead, but of course Touya refuses. Because Rei feels shackled to her marriage, she wants Touya to look at a world outside of heroism so he can be someone he really wants to be. This is basically what Enji told Touya before and Rei’s echoing his words. And they are right, but Touya’s too driven to really think of anything else.

Touya gets mad and starts insulting Rei. He says because his mother sold Rei to Enji, she’s conspiring to all of this. Touya’s losing his mind and Rei’s scared of him. I want to point out that one translation I read say that Rei’s mother’s side of the family was actually poor so Rei was actually bought via money like I remembered. But, that doesn’t mean she intended to hurt Touya.

Next panel reveals that Touya was born between Jan. 1st and April. 1st. We know Dabi’s B-Day is on Jan. 18th based off his profile page. Though, this could be a lie for all we know. The guy’s still a big mystery. Anyway, Touya’s fire is growing stronger and finally turns into that iconic blue fire. When his emotions are heightened his flames get more powerful, but he starts crying too. Enji learns of Touya’s secret training and gets mad at him again. Touya just wants to prove that Enji was right for creating him. Touya’s gone completely insane at this point. The fire that Enji lit could not be put out. It was too late at this point.

And the abuse... JFC... Enji was mad at Rei for letting Touya train and he abuses her (looks like he hit her). Little 5 yr old Shoto steps up and tries to stop his father from hurting his mother. Fuyumi and Natsuo are hiding and crying, and Fuyumi is covering both their ears. Rei reflects that she chose to be married to Enji and she truly thought she could have a family full of laughter. Th-this just hurts. No emoji can express how awful this situation is. Enji looks like a monster in these panels (we still don’t know exactly when the abuse started, but I think it was either after Touya tried to kill Shoto or here when Rei failed to stop Touya from training). Shoto’s crying and yelling at Enji to protect his mom. His siblings too if you think about it. Even back then, Shoto was a hero even when he really shouldn’t had been.

The present goes back and forth with the past here. Touya waited for Enji to come see him train, but he never came. Rei also ignored Touya even though she knew of his problems. Touya was truly alone on that mountain. And here’s where Rei’s blame comes in. She was a good mother, I think. But she did ignore Touya when he needed her most. She kind of ran away too.

Back to Dabi, he reminisces of how he faked his own “death” back on that mountain after Enji didn’t show up. He didn’t know how to stop the fire because Enji only taught him to increase the fire. Touya started a whole wildfire. The whole place turned to ash. Enji tried looking for his son, but was devastated when he couldn’t. Gotta say, these panels are brutal. Like, Tenko Shimura’s Origin chapters were dark, but this is a different kind of dark.

Back to the present. Enji says that after Touya “died” he didn’t know what to do other than to focus on Shoto (the panel shows a dark figure of Enji looming over a sad Shoto similar to that image of Overhaul looming over Eri because she wasn’t saved yet). Rei got more disgusted just seeing Enji and she started seeing his shadow when she saw her kids, specifically Shoto and Natsuo (maybe because Natsuo is more built like Enji?). Fuyumi and Natsuo blame themselves for not doing anything and thinking things were okay even though they knew what was going on. Natsuo still blames Enji of course because Enji started this all. And I can’t say that Natsuo’s wrong, but Enji doesn’t shoulder the whole blame. And yeah, Fuyumi and Natsuo were still just kids when this happened, but a little extra push from them could’ve helped. It’s just the “It’s my fault” game with the Todoroki’s except for Shoto.

Natsuo’s taking a big hit here. He was closest to Touya and if Natsuo took more action to help Touya, Dabi probably wouldn’t have been born. Touya could’ve even treated Shoto to some soba 😭. That’s a nice thought, Natsu, but we all know what did happen in the end.

So, Rei concludes that everyone is shouldering some blame towards their family’s problems and that it isn’t completely Enji’s fault (this I agree with). Even so, Rei says that his family would still help him get back up even if he fell. Coming from Rei, the woman who was abused and put in a mental hospital, this is saying A LOT! We saw some of this back in the Pro Heroes arc (Endeavor Vs. High End), but here it’s said out loud. Even a family as broken as the Todorokis can still heal.

Rei then calls Shoto the family hero as if it weren’t for him going to UA, making friends, and taking action to repair his family, then none of this would’ve happened. There’s a page that shows present day injured Shoto at the center and that iconic “IT’S YOUR QUIRK, NOT HIS” scene from the Sports Fest. in the background. TDDK or not, this is such a damn good throwback! I love everything about it. Again, Shoto’s the family hero, but Izuku’s the true hero in all this. If he didn’t meddle with Shoto’s family problems, then Shoto and his family would still be a broken mess. Izuku might as well be an honorary Todoroki at this point 💙💚

Endeavor is still crying hard (the man’s literally shook) and Shoto finally speaks (his speech bubbles are shakey, so his voice might be raspier than usual). Shoto talked with Rei about how he plans to face Dabi on his own. Rei said “no”. Shoto concludes that everyone’s going to help stop Dabi, including Enji. The panel shows Shoto LITERALLY REACHING OUT to Enji!!! His face shows that he’s still kind of reluctant, but this is a sign that Shoto’s is close to forgiveness. He’s not there yet and he can turn back whenever he wants. But, this is Shoto’s choice and I’m so freaking proud of him. I love this ❄️🔥 boy so much, guys 💙😭!

The final panel shows Haws and Best Jeanist outside of Enji’s hospital room and they heard pretty much everything. Very similar to how Bakugo accidentally eavesdropped on Shoto and Izuku back in the Sports Fest haha! Neither of them look mad or sad, but more contempt I think. Massive problems in the Todoroki family that’s lasted over 20 years is finally being fixed. Shoto rebuilding his relationship with his family was good, but THIS is a big step since it’s not just Shoto taking action. It’s the whole family.

Wooo... I think that’s it. Again, the Todoroki Family storyline is one of my favorites in the BNHA series. Probably the most controversial and dividing, but still damn good. I feel bad for everyone in this family. Everyone but Shoto feels some kind of blame and ultimately they are at fault here to some degree. The biggest ones are obviously Enji and Touya himself. Rei’s also a big reason why things went wrong (she really could’ve helped Touya more), but not NEARLY as much as the big two. Shoto’s the only one who isn’t at fault at all yet he’s still willing to step up to the plate to help his family. Again, I love this kid so damn much 💙! I’m sorry if I missed any details btw. I might make edits to fix them when the official release comes out on Sunday.

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inessencedevided · 4 years

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Once you're done with the entire show, could you maybe do sorting for all the characters? I usually know the house for each character, but I have literally no idea with The Untamed. WWX for example I can equally see him as a Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff and my brain hurts trying to decide.

First of all: I'm so so sorry anon! This took ages to answer! I hope you're still out there to read this! I started answering ages ago and then trailed off because I had to think about it. So here goes:

Thank you so much for this opening! I LOVE sorting non-HP characters into Hogwarts houses!! And for some of these, I’ve already done so in my head ages ago :D

Disclaimer: I’m mostly going off live action canon here, but will make some comments about the novel from time to time.

Disclaimer 2: Obviously, these are extremely subjective. If anyone disagrees, I would love to hear your counter arguments! I love discussing these things!

Wei Wuxian

GRYFFINDOR!

I know you said you weren’t sure but in my book, he’s a textbook Gryffindor. I’m not saying he doesn’t have Hufflepuff or Raveclaw traits (his sense of justice and his “out of the box thinking” kinda genius come to mind), but those aren’t the main drive of his actions imo. WWX follows his confiction and he often does so without even considering a second option or a compromise, especially before his death. And he is not afraid of deviating from the law or societal expectations to do so. This alone could also make him a Slytherin. The reason I wouldn’t place him there is the way he acts very much in the open. He doesn’t try to bring about change by quietly working in the background. He openly calls people out on their bullshit, even when it is clearly to his disadvantage and might just come back to bite him in the ass. Imo, WWX is a brilliant example of how a gryffindor might be driven to doing some very questionable shit given the "right" circumstances.

Lan Wangji

Now, he’s a different story. I have a lot more problems sorting him, maybe because he is not our point of view character. And he's the reason why it took me so long to answer this ask. My conclusion might be controversial, so let me work up to it. Slytherin? His most slytherin trait, imo, is his determination and drive, which I think stems, among other things, from a desire to prove himself. However, I believe his main reasons for this were family loyalty and (somewhat headcanon territory) the rejection he must have felt at his parents absence. And I don't see him as cunning either, as that always carries a certain level of deceitful intent, even if it's not malicious. And deceitful? That's one thing lwj certainly isn't. So, Slytherin is not a good fit for him. Ravenclaw maybe? He is certainly very intelligent, but that intelligence is more due to his studious nature and his focus, imo. And wisdom and out-of-the-box-thinking are not traits I would associate him with, especially in his younger years. So gryffindor then? He is certainly brave in many ways. He is enduring and stubborn, both gryffindor traits. But he also someone who takes his time to arrive at decisions, unless he is under extreme emotional duress (losing his mother or the love of his live). His bravery, to me, seems to be deeply rooted in his deep deep devotion. He goes through extreme, long lasting pain for the few people he holds close to his heart. In the end it all comes down to his heart, his loyalties, his devotion. Ironically, even more so in the book than in cql. And that loyalty, that steadfastness, that devotion is extremely hufflepuff.

So here you go:

HUFFLEPUFF! (There is no yellow:/)

(And now I really wanna write that AU :D on first glance, lwj would make such an unusual hufflepuff, with his cold and aloof behaviour. I want to play with this idea now!)

Lan Xichen

HUFFLEPUFF!

Aaaahhh! Now I really like the idea of the twin jades of hufflepuff. :D and Lan Xichen is a bit more obvious right? He certainly has the intelligence of a ravenclaw, but his defining characteristics are his devotion to his duty, his kindness, his fairness and his willingness to carefully consider all sides. A hufflepuff to boot. No wonder, I love him so much.

(And now I can't help but imagine lan Xichen, welcoming his little brother at the hufflepuff table, beaming with pride. And later, making sure that they eat at least 1 meal per day together because he knows his brother doesn't make friends easily, even in a house as theirs. Until there's a certain rebellious and bright eyed gryffindor, with a penchant for DADA ...)

Jiang Cheng

He, too, gave me a hard time sorting him. Ravenclaw, I discarded immediately. Gryffindor came next. He's definitely brave in his own way. Going on after the devastating loss of his entire family is brave beyond anything I can imagine, but his motivation why he did it, I believe, was a mixture of family loyalty and his competitiveness and drive to prove himself worthy. Thise are hufflepuff and Slytherin traits, respectively. I would tip the scale towards the latter, simply because his inner conflict is so defined by his feelings of inferiority, his feelings of never living up to his parents expectations. He's in that weird place of being both extremely privileged and emotionally neglected. It reminds me of Draco, come to think of it. So, my favourite angry grape, I'll place in ...

SLYTHERIN!

(He's even rockin' the snake aesthetic already :D)

Jiang Yanli

With her association with cooking and motherly love she seems to be a rather obvious hufflepuff. She is certainly brave, too, enduring her family's near destruction and moving on, or standing in front of her adoptive brother and defending his place in her family and in society. But again, it's very much tied to the people she loves. So yeah,

HUFFLEPUFF!

Nie Mingjue

The jock to end all jocks and still he's got a heart of gold. He's kinda the cliche gryffindor and I can't find a reason to not place him there. So *head barely touches him*

GRYFFINDOR!

Nie Huaisang

SLYTHERIN!

If the twist at the end didn't happen, I'd have placed him in Ravenclaw, as it is, he is such a quintessential Slytherin and also, just ... my favourite kind, especially in cql, where he just fuvjs off to paint his fans and leaves others to do the heavy lifting. He got what he wanted, revenge for his beloved older brother. It reminds me a bit of Horace Slughorn (minus the people collecting). He doesn't want to be at the top. He just wants a comfortable enough life and the possibility to reach his very specific and not at all mainstream goals. A legend. (In mdzs, where he becomes chief cultivator, he's still a Slytherin, albeit a slightly less interesting one.)

Wen Qing

Now, she is another hard one. Another fiercely loyal person (although that's a common trait in mdzs/cql), she also had to show incredible resourcefulness to survive and still stick to her principles throughout her life. But to mention that she invented and su subsequently performed the first core transfer in history. (In the book, it is specifically mentioned that the essay on this subject was written by her). In short, this woman is s genius in her field and forward thinking and incentive. All of those are textbook Ravenclaw traits. So, with her we have ...

RAVENCLAW!

Wen Ning

Puh, he is hard. I know, with his timid behaviour and gentle nature, hufflepuff comes to mind BUT ... he strikes me as a neville. As in, his bravery lies in the fact that his own insecurities hinder him constantly and yet he overcomes them every day in a hundred small ways. He is brave precisely because he is afraid of so many things. And, like Neville, when his sense if right and wrong demands it, he takes a stand. His rescue of wwx and jc extremely dangerous circumstances and the core reveal come to mind. So, even though he probably argues with the hat to place him in hufflepuff, I'll place him in ...

GRYFFINDOR!

Jin Guangyao

SLYTHERIN!

Do I have to explain this?

Luo Qingyang

I know, she's a much more minor character than the others but I love her and this is my post, so she's in it. Do i have to say it? I hate to be the "Gryffindors ftw!!!"-one (as a proud snake), but yeah, Nie Mingjue was goddamn right when he said that she's got more backbone than half the cultivation world combined. My queen snapped and removed herself from the narrative and I love her for it!

GRYFFINDOR!

Let's get to the juniors:

Lan Sizhui

Now, maybe the hufflepuff does run in his family because I do think he belongs there, too. His defining characteristics are shown to be kindness, fairness and filial piety, even though he also has a mischievous streak and does not shy away from confrontation when he thinks his warranted (politely defending "Mo Xuanyu" in front of the Mo clan comes to mind). So yeah

HUFFLEPUFF!

Lan Jingyi

His brash and outgoing nature would make him a good gryffindor fit, certainly. However, the trait I associate with him the most is his nonconformity and that in a sect where that is highly unusual. He might not be as much of a social butterfly as Luba, but he still reminds me more of the kind of eccentricity associated with ...

RAVENCLAW!

Jin Ling

Now he's hard. Maybe because he postures a lot though that's something that's true for a lot of these characters. He tries to imitate his uncle but has non of the trauma to back it up, though he is an orphan and,in his position, probably pretty lonely which leads to the kind of breakdown we see him having over his confrontation with the person who killed his parents and he can't even really blame and so he just... crumbles. And non of that really helps me in my search for a house for him. I don't really see him as a Slytherin because while he loves to posture and play his privileges, he mostly crumbles under pressure and I don't think there's conviction behind it. He's certainly not sly either. Rabenclaw? Nah. I see neither outstanding amounts of eccentricity or wisdom. Gryffindor? Maybe. He's certainly impulsive. And he displayed bravery both in Yi City and even more so in the Guanyin temple where he had to face the fact that one of his uncles, the men who raised him, would kill him to achieve his goals. Still, what left the biggest impression on me was how, after his own world had just completely changed, he send his dog away because wwx would fear him. And how he then tried to get his uncle to talk to wwx. So I'd tentatively go with

HUFFLEPUFF!

Ouyang Zizhen

Another hard one because we don't know him very well in canon. But what we do know is that he is very emotional (passionate one might say) and has no qualms going against his father in a fit of teenage rebellion. I love him for it but that's not that much to go on. Both of these point to gryffindor however, so that's where he goes. :D

GRYFFINDOR!

So ... that's where I'll leave it. I know I missed the Yi city arc but it's getting late and I'm tired. 😅 If anyone wants to add them, feel free!

Congrats of you've made it this far down! :D

Please, do come and discuss these with me!

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If you're willing to write Arthur/Sadie, I'd love something a bit fluffy and bittersweet about Sadie doing something downright domestic for Arthur (mending his shirt, etc), out of necessity and feeling a pang of regret remembering when she used to do it for her husband. Arthur himself is surprised, flattered, and a little touched. A few days later they both get a little tipsy and kiss and immediately pull away, both having doubts about moving beyond friendship.

I’m so sorry this took so long anon its literally one of the greatest prompts ive ever received and I wanted to do it justice but i wound up hurting myself in the process. Thank you so much for this I hope you’re able to see this and I hope its what you wanted

Arthur Morgan & Sadie Adler | Rating: General? Contains mucho angst | Word Count: ~1100

“My God, Arthur, you’re filthy.” Sadie regarded him over the brim of her coffee cup. He was splattered from head to toe in mud and Lord knows what else.

He shot her an unamused stare. “Goddamn gators in this goddamn swamp,” he muttered.

It certainly looked like he had been wrestling gators. His shirt had a tear across the shoulder and there was a nasty bruise blooming on his cheekbone.

Sadie took pity on him. “Alright,” she set her cup down and tugged at his mud soaked shirt. “Off. Now.”

Arthur hesitated.

“Unless you wanna wash it yourself,” Sadie raised her hands, palms out. “I just figured you wanted it mended.”

“No I- You don’t have to do that,” he assured her.

“I know I don’t have to. But I want to. That’s why I’m offering.” She rolled her eyes. It was like no one had shown this man kindness before in his life. She helped him out of his shirt and trousers, teasing him and poking a finger through the holes in his threadbare union suit. He yelped and swatted her hand away.

“Dammit, woman. You’re a menace.” His words were harsh, but he was smiling. It looked good on him, mirth. She didn’t see it often enough.

“I’ll get these washed and mended, and I’ll leave them by your things.” She held the filthy clothes at arms length.

“Thank you, Mrs. Adler,” Arthur placed a hand on her arm. “You’re too good for us.”

“And Arthur?” she asked, “Please try and stay away from the gators.”

“I’ll do my best.” He shook his head. He looked ridiculous, still splattered with mud and wandering around in nothing but his faded union suit. Sadie hid her smile as she headed to the wash basin.

Washed and stitched, she left Arthur’s clothes folded neatly on his bed. As she smoothed out the wrinkles, something wet splashed on her hand.

She was crying. The pain in her chest that she had done such a good job of ignoring now ripped through her.

She had done this before. She had been here before, with a different man’s clothes, on a bed she shared. A choked sob pushed past her lips.

She still loved Jake. He was everything to her. Yet here she was, mending Arthur’s clothes. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Arthur, but Jake was still her husband.

The world started closing in around her, like it had in the cellar of her own home. Nothing but ashes now.

Sadie started walking. She needed to be gone. She needed to be away.

Bob carried her through the trees, out to the open plains. She could breathe again. Under a sky so big, a horizon so wide, she didn’t feel trapped. Collapsing into the grass, she let out a ragged scream.

She wasn’t ready. She couldn’t give up on Jake. She couldn’t abandon his memory while his killers still ran free.

They had to die. Every last one of them. And when they were gone, not a single O’Driscoll left, Sadie would follow them into hell.

It wasn’t until nightfall that Sadie made her way back to camp. Arthur noticed her red-rimmed eyes, but didn’t say anything.

Three days later, a wrapped parcel appeared on Sadie’s bedroll. Inside were two beautiful cattlemen revolvers and a harmonica. Arthur was nowhere to be found.

She wept again.

The harmonica never made a sound, but it stayed tucked into her pocket at all times. The revolvers were polished and loaded, and Marston took her out to get the feel of them. Three rabbits later, she considered herself pretty acquainted with the new gifts and John wore a combined expression of fear, awe, and respect.

Arthur turned up a few days later, nursing a gunshot wound and in bad need of a shave. Sadie sat him down and washed and bandaged the graze, chastising him the entire time. He groused and snapped, but let her work.

“You like the guns okay?” he asked.

“I love them. Thank you, Arthur.”

She finished tying off the last bandage and gave his mess of a beard a playful yank. “Looks like a muskrat decided to start living on your chin.”

“I’m gonna trim it. Don’t keep a mirror in my saddlebags.”

“Don’t go too crazy, you look nice with a little bit of scruff.”

Arthur turned as pink as Mary-Beth’s skirts.

Halfway through a bottle of whiskey, and Sadie felt lighter than she had since before snowfall. She ruffled Jack’s hair and squeezed Abigail’s hand, stumbling towards the campfire where the loudest of the men were drinking.

Arthur patted the seat next to him and she fell right into it. She was closer to Arthur than she meant to be, but she didn’t bother to scoot away.

“In good spirits tonight, Sadie?” he asked with a grin. He had had a few beers already as well, cheeks rosy and eyes bright. It was a night worth celebrating. Jack was home. Abigail was happy. John was… John was something alright.

“Of course,” she waggled her bottle. “Who doesn’t love a happy family?”

They drank and watched and laughed, leaning against each other. The warmth was nice, as was the feel of Arthur’s hair when Sadie reached up to ruffle it.

The fire was low. Ash and embers. Sadie was slumped against Arthur, tucked under his arm even though Lemoyne was always too hot and humid and Arthur generated heat like a bear.

“You need some sleep,” he nudged her.

She groaned and blinked up at him.

“C’mon,” he tried to pull her to her feet.

She moved without thinking – booze was good at that. Her arms looped around Arthur’s neck and she dragged him forward. Her lips missed at first, grazing his cheek. On her second try, she found her mark.

Arthur didn’t move for a long moment, then he took Sadie gently by the shoulder and pushed her away. “Mrs. Adler…”

The name hurt more than ever before. Sobering. Devastating. Humiliating.

She wanted to say something. To apologize. To explain herself. The only sound she could manage was a choked sob, a barely contained wail.

Arthur kept his distance, unsure. The kiss had been nice, but wrong. Too many memories that didn’t sit right. Mary. Eliza. Sadie.

They would be fine. They were both capable of moving past this. But it still hurt. In the moment.

Sadie shook her head, trying to find an ounce of sense beyond the booze. “I just-” She looked up at Arthur, and he remembered the night the found her, the night she lost everything. The same scared woman Micah dragged out of the cellar. Nearly unrecognizable under the strength she wore everyday.

And she was gone. Staggering off into the dark. Arthur too much of a coward to go after her.

#arthur morgan & sadie adler #arthur/sadie #arthur morgan x sadie adler #arthur morgan/sadie adler #arthur x sadie #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #sadie adler #angst #ask #anon #fanfiction requests #request fic #requests #sadithur

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coinofstone · 4 years

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2x13 The Last Dragonlord

I really appreciate that this picks up 2 days into the dragon's scourge. We were shown that Merlin knew what would happen if he set Khilgarrah free; he chose to do it anyway. There was no reason to pick up ten minutes later when everyone is scrambling trying to get a defense together while Uther demands to know how he got free. The little time jump that puts us right into the thick of it was exactly the right creative call imo.

Why IS the dragon going after Arthur? And how does nobody hear him yelling at Merlin about his magic?

Arthur taking off his gloves and sitting down in a pained relief while Uther goes off about 'rid ourselves of this aberration' is a mood. He's fighting off a damn dragon all night and then doing admin all morning while his dad is there all fresh and clean and conveniently ignoring the fact that it's HIS pet that's got out and is murdering people and destroying the castle. Like how about you do whatever you did to capture it in the first place, again?

Lol @ Gaius 'Bee tee dubs I've known who your pops is this whole time, he's not only alive but also a Dragonlord, which isn't something I thought fit to you tell you in all that time you were having campfire chats with the great dragon Uther's kept chained up in the basement for twenty years! Safe journey!'

Wtf with Arthur's magical moving bed. What were they thinking with that staging. Also, this is why you don't throw pillows at ppl. He throws his pillow at Merlin and now he must lay there pillowless.

Merlin's known his dad for five minutes and he's already lying to him about his boyfriend.

Balinor said, 'let Uther die, let Camelot fall' and Merlin is like, disappointed? But wtf did he expect? Dude lives in a cave cuz Uther's pursued him so far in an attempt to rid the world of Dragonlords. Like why would his indifference shock you?

Arthur's just blatantly flirting with Merlin in that campfire scene.

Merlin wins the award for 'most awkward and drawn out familial confession ever'

I do feel for Merlin. He's so awkward and hopeful and clearly romanticizing the perceived 'missing piece' in his life/upbringing, as tho it were a magic fix for everything that's ever gone wrong in his life. It's painful to watch, partly because Colin plays it so well.

Arthur and Merlin were gone for at least as long as the dragon had been attacking Camelot when they left. At the point when they retuned Camelot would've been under attack for the better part of a week. Kind of shocked Uther didn't have a bunch of knights turn deserters, thinking Arthur's been sent away to preserve the royal lineage.

Arthur's just blatantly flirting again. It's hard not to think he's being so free with his affection because he's fairly goddamn certain they're both going to die. I guess the argument could be made that facing a dragon who is literally burning your castle down around you might've just put things in perspective for Arthur - but really, I doubt it. They're heading back to a Camelot that's been under siege by an unkillable, fire- breathing, flying beast, for days, after having left the only man on earth who could've saved them, who refused to assist them. And Arthur is sitting there downright giddy teasing Merlin. That, my friends, is the *true* face of defeat. The further example is when Arthur is suiting up to go try and fight the dragon in a clearing outside the castle, and he's like, sort of trying to say goodbye to Merlin but also kind of flirting and playing up their usual banter - it's gallows humor, clearly. And the way he melts and doesn't even put up a token objection when Merlin says he's going with him. JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY but it's very much like that absurdist - I don't want to say nihilism, but essentially, acceptance that the odds are overwhelmingly NOT in their favor, and that they're probably going to die and nothing can be done to save them or Camelot. Once you reach that point, you've really only got two options: a) die mad b) live. Arthur really seems to be taking the latter approach, and I'm here for it.

Gotta admit, it was very courteous of Kilgharrah to come meet the knights in that clearing instead of just flying over them to take another pass at destroying the castle with Uther inside it.

That dragon said 'tonight, I'm have bbq knight'. Also I've always kinda given them shit because Leon supposedly went out with them for this, and all the knights lined up to get flambéd yet Leon is ever present in following seasons - but if you actually watch carefully it's Arthur, Merlin, and another knight that get knocked off their horses by the dragon's tail. I may or may not have rewound that part half a dozen times just now to be sure. Looks like two knights on the ground unconscious by Arthur's side.

So. Okay. I understand finding his dragon voice and I understand the whole inherent- language thing, I understand Merlin showing the dragon mercy and letting him go, I understand everything said between them and that's all fine. What I don't understand is how in the holy hell Merlin let him go without demanding answers. Answers to why he wanted to destroy all of Camelot, when he'd spent the last however many years helping Merlin save it, and save Arthur, in order to bring about their destiny. Answers to why he didn't just fucking kill Uther, why attack the lower town? Why attack Arthur who again, he'd repeatedly helped Merlin save, because he's supposed to bring peace and magic to Albion etc? Like HOW IN THE FUCK are you really just gonna let the fucker fly off without explaining himself? Maybe it's just me.

HC: Arthur was so relieved and elated when Merlin told him he'd dealt the dragon a mortal blow, Merlin came over to help him up off the ground but Arthur pulled him down and rolled him over in the grass instead.

Uther watching from the window like a maiden in a tower 🤦‍♀️ get fuuuuuuucked

Big season finale and no commentary track? 😕 probably cuz it was too gay to ignore the gay so they thought it best to just not say anything.

DVD extras in lieu of commentary track:

My favourite part of any of these BTS things are the little tidbits about the horses. And the terrible jokes.

I'm a little bit freaked out by how much Johnny Capps looks like my city councilman? I've never seen him before. If he was in the first season's extras I didn't notice him.

Why is "Cast and crew introduction to S2" on the last disc of the box set?

Googling instead of watching and I've discovered these guys did Atlantis after Merlin, which is a show I randomly started watching and fell in love with and was devastated when it got canceled so quickly.

The "secrets and magic" special feature seems to be an episode-by-episode BTS thing, which I wish I had known earlier as I would've just gone back and forth to watch the feature after the corresponding episode. Since it's too late for that now, and the runtime for the entire feature is nearly three goddamn hours, I'm just going to slog through one single separate post for the entire thing. It'll be posted late tonight or tomorrow. But I'm 1000000% checking the S3 extras BEFORE I start watching the season.

#bbc merlin #bbc merlin spoilers #merlin #merlin spoilers #merthur #2x13 #bbc merlin 2x13 #merlin 2x13 #the last dragonlord #onceandfuturerewatch

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zilbea · 4 years

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(This may not be your thing and that’s valid so feel free to ignore this if you want!) I love Vagabond and Golden Boy who get each other frustrated and worked up and practically get dragged into the bedroom but y’know what else? I live for the soft moment, admiring the other, drawing shapes on their skin and just looking at them with so much love and affection that it makes the other turn so red and flustered from all this attention like a completely different person from their earlier antics

Spot on, my friend - and like always, I got carried away. So here’s a mini fic (1538 words, slight warning for mild gore/injuries) with a bit of angst for ya. Because their relationship isn’t all about their complete lack of self control and grandiose reactions… the little things have a big voice.

So when The Fakes stumble one by one through those safehouse doors, bandaging their wounds and drinking their defeat, Ryan lets himself bleed. Michael was the last to arrive; he had shown up hours ago - his solo entrance settling a dismal mood over the crew. He had solemnly shrugged his shoulders when Geoff begged the question burning in everyone’s minds.

Where is Gavin?

Ryan can’t take his eyes off the door. He snarls when Jeremy offers to clean his wounds, pulls a gun on Jack when she suggests he get some sleep. Ryan’s knuckles sting; his head pounds; his muscles ache - but he endures the pain. It’s a small price to pay, for it offers distraction from the reality of the situation. He wasn’t moving until Gavin walked through those doors tonight. He will show up. He has to. Stubbornly, Ryan hunches in his chair, glaring at the safehouse door as if he could conjure the Golden Boy through sheer will, and as the minutes tick by, the single unspoken premonition weighs heavy over the room.

Behind Ryan, Geoff sits on the tiny kitchen’s coutertop - eyes expressionless as he takes another swig of whiskey. On the small couch, Jeremy curses, angrily stitching a nasty leg wound while Jack, with more aggression than necessary, scrubs a blood stain out of her own shorts. To their right, Michael absently disengages and re-loads his pistol; the incessant metallic pop and click piercing the cold tension of the room. It works its way through Ryan’s head until it’s all he hears; the scrape of metal fills his mind, and everything else fades away. Ryan’s vision blurs, and the clicks become gunshots. One through Gavin’s knee, another through his stomach… two through the chest… The Golden Boy’s brains scattered across the cement -

The door swings open, and five pairs of eyes snap to the bloody, sagging frame of Gavin Free.

Gavin smiles meekly at the tense greeting, wincing as the split in his lip deepens. “What?” He says, scanning the crew’s angry faces. “I’m here in one piece, aren’t I?” He lets out a soft laugh and reaches into his breast pocket. “Well, mostly.” Gavin grimaces and presents two halves of his prized golden aviators, giving them a forlorn look before tucking them back into his shirt.

Ryan stares at Gavin in disbelief. His eyes rake over the tired figure before him - afraid to look away in fear his mind was just playing tricks. Gavin’s leg was bent at an awkward angle, his hair singed away in patches. His mouth had been punched open, covering most of his chin and beard in dry blood. Ryan’s chest tightens - Gavin was a mess, but he was alive. A tingle runs down Ryan’s spine as he meets Gavin’s bloodshot gaze. Despite everything, those green eyes still glow with mischief and life, and Ryan wants to cry.

“You’re bleeding, Ryan,” Gavin says softly, breaking the silence. He attempts another smile, stepping forward.

Ryan doesn’t respond - he hardly feels like he can breathe as he gazes at Gavin. The Golden Boy is alive.

A glass bottle slams into the countertop behind Ryan and The Vagabond whirls around in time to see Geoff crossing his arms expectantly. “You were supposed to stay with Michael,” Geoff growls at Gavin.

Gavin flinches, but his response is bitter as he limps to the first aid kit by Jeremy’s side. “Shit happens, don’t it Geoffrey?”

Seething, Geoff sets his jaw, not necessarily wanting to start a fight in his poor expression of concern.

“Fuck, dude,” Michael says, face twisting into a mask of regret. He crosses to Gavin. “I - I’m so sorry, Gav. You were right behind me! I was already on my bike… there were so many goddamn explosions -”

“Doesn’t matter now. Bloody bad luck, is all.”

Jeremy throws a sympathetic glance Michael’s way before handing Gavin a brown bottle and a cotton pad - to which Gavin nods his thanks and begins cleaning his wounds. As he works, calm finally settles over the crew. A failed heist was always a devastating hit, but they were all safe now - that’s all that mattered.

Eventually, Jack yawns, stretching as she stands. “Well, I’m going to bed. If the rest of you know what’s good for you, you’ll follow my lead.” She ruffles Gavin’s singed hair before making her way to one of the two small safehouse bedrooms.

Geoff nods in agreement. He throws one last angry glare at Gavin, but falters as he watches Gavin laugh and swat away a hug from Michael. “Glad you’re okay, Free,” Geoff grumbles - more to himself than to Gavin - and he pads after Jack. Best to save the chastising for another day.

Across the room, Ryan still sits silently. It’s almost predatory the way he’s staring at Gavin, and Jeremy smirks at the sight. He nudges Michael and stands, giving Ryan a tiny knowing wink before leading the other lad to the bedroom on the left.

Gavin glances back towards Ryan at the abrupt emptying of the room. “You planning to sit there all night?” He punctuates his words with a wave of the now soiled cotton pad.

Ryan’s stomach flips and suddenly, feeling Gavin’s skin under his hands seems like the most important thing in the world. He pushes off the chair, quickly crosses room, and settles next to Gavin on the couch. Their knees touch. Ryan frowns at The Golden Boy, unsure where to start. Gavin offers a pained grin, and Ryan gingerly cups Gavin’s chin with a hand. His thumb brushes over a bruise on the smaller man’s jaw and Gavin winces.

“I thought you were dead,” Ryan says unceremoniously. His fingers tingle where they meet Gavin’s skin. “We all did.”

Grimacing, Gavin places his hand over Ryan’s. The Vagabond draws back - thinking the gesture a dissuasion - but Gavin’s grip tightens. He slides Ryan’s hand to the back of his own neck and leans into the new touch. “So did I,” Gavin whispers, staring at Ryan in earnest. He takes a deep breath and scoots closer the older man. “But I’m not s’posed to die, not just yet anyway.” Gavin’s eyes flick to an oozing cut just above Ryan’s eyebrow and he clicks his tongue. “Look at you, Ryan. Still bleeding and everything - I bloody had to survive, or you’d be here just rotting your damn self away.”

“My injuries pale to yours,” Ryan responds flatly. He ghosts a knuckle under Gavin’s busted lip. Gavin had managed to clean most of the blood from his chin and beard, and Ryan was thankful the wound wasn’t really as bad as it had looked. He flattens his hand along Gavin’s cheekbone, and Gavin sighs receptively, letting his head rest in Ryan’s palm. Ryan’s heart quickens at the sight, and finally, he lets himself smile.

It could have been different - he could have been holding Gavin’s lifeless body. He could have been devastated, looking into Gavin’s vacant, unseeing gaze. Instead, Gavin sleepily stares up at Ryan through long eyelashes, eyes glinting with admiration. Ryan’s heart swells. It could have been different, but it’s not.

Gavin straightens suddenly. Wincing, he moves his injured leg across Ryan’s thighs, rotating himself into a kneel over Ryan’s lap. He wraps his arms around the older man’s shoulders and gazes down into those piercing blue eyes. Gavin smiles as a flush starts across Ryan’s bruised cheeks.

“If you’re worried about touching me,” Gavin muses softly, resting his forehead against Ryan’s, “I promise - you couldn’t get me much worse than what’s been done.” Without waiting for a response, he takes Ryan’s hands, gently placing them on his lower back. They’re warm and strong - they feel like home.

A warm wave of relief runs through Ryan. His hands find their way under Gavin’s shirt and rub circles into his tanned back. Tension flees Ryan’s muscles as Gavin’s hand slides up into his hair, and suddenly, the Golden Boy kisses him.

Gavin lets out a satisfied hum as their lips meet. It’s a soft, warm kiss, and Gavin never wants it to end. His lip burns, but he ignores he pain. He was here, kissing Ryan. Everything else could wait. Tilting his head for better access, Gavin’s free hand joins the other in Ryan’s hair. He catches Ryan’s lower lip between his teeth and leans into the older man, tipping him back against the couch cushions. With new leverage, Gavin deepens the kiss.

Ryan grunts in approval and pulls Gavin’s hips down onto his lap. Gavin’s tongue passes through Ryan’s lips and Ryan’s breath hitches. The hands in his hair tighten, causing Ryan’s mouth to fall open.

Gavin uses the break to plant small kisses along Ryan’s jaw - and he can’t help but smile into them as Ryan’s chest heaves.

“Gavin,” Ryan breathes as The Golden Boy kisses his neck, “Don’t even think about disappearing ever again.”

Gavin laughs, breath hot against Ryan’s neck. “If I do -” He makes a soft noise as Ryan’s hands move to his ass, “You’ll be the first to know.”

#freewood #fake ah crew #zilbea's writing #feedback is welcome and appreciated!#it's true i'm not much of a fluffy writer but this was really nice to write actually #thank you very much for this ask :) it might not be 100% what you were looking for #but that's me as usual #unable to completely follow any one ask haha #anyone reading my tags thusfar: lmk what you think of these longer ficlets - i find them very nice to write albeit time consuming #also everytime i write above 1k im like ://// why can't i be this focused on my actual full length fahc fic lmao

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tfw-no-tennis · 3 years

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mtmte liveblog issue 16

here we go, the crux of the pain...

ok I'm not prepared for this but I gotta rip the bandaid off, lets go

oh!!! magnus flashbacks!! I honestly thought these were shown later...this is such cool setup for the next arc tho I love it

and the tieback to the scavengers ark, showing fulcrum’s flashback but from magnus’s perspective, as the guy labelled with ‘ultra magnus’ blows him up...

and like, I love that those flashbacks are so vague, and you don't even really know why you're being shown them - I feel like when I first read this I assumed it was to show a bunch of times where magnus almost died but didn't even though he was expected to die - like here w/overlord - but we’ll soon find out that's not quite the case...

and I like the little details that don't add up, like the second flashback-magnus having his autobrand at an angle (which current-magnus would obviously hate), and the ‘witty banter’ remark about 3rd flashback-magnus, which could very well be genuine

oh god oh christ the shot of the lost light flying away from the wreckage of the pod and you can see rewinds broken camera just floating there...fuckgin kill me bro

tg wiping off mangus’s leg because ‘he hates dirt’ tailgate ;_; ily

drift just chillin with 0 legs left

augh poor tailgate, he’s uniquely unprepared for the horrors of battle after sitting out the whole war

oh god, chromedome is standing on the outside of the ship being sad, I already cant handle this

ohhhh god cd talking about him and rewind looking at the stars together ;_; excuse me while I cry my eyes out

chromedome, you have the worst goddamn coping mechanisms

never over rodimus’s office having flames around the door. my guy

magnus invented a font? that makes so much sense somehow

rodimus is worried about his dad :(

damnnnnn rung with that absolutely BRUTAL read on rodimus, oof. way to kick someone when they're down...ouch

but really, rodimus’s hero complex is so fascinating, especially bc he’s aware that he has it to some degree, and he’s not necessarily a bad person, so he tries somewhat to avoid playing into it, but that's a difficult thing to do...

brainstorm hugging his briefcase like that at the funeral...hhhh

swerve, the ‘case quest’ sounds like a spectacularly bad idea

god I'm so sad this whole issue but rodimus giving this big impassioned funeral speech that seems like its about rewind, only for it to REALLY be about some guy who turns into a tripod....really funny

godddd chromedome and brainstorm sitting together, and cd staring at his (remaining) hand....bro :(((

super interested in the fact that rodimus is religious, even though he’s not really overt about it, and it’s not touched on much in the story

rung staring intensely and accusingly at rodimus....jesus that's intimidating

chromedome is clearly uh. Not Coping well, which anyone could see after his “speech” about rewind

brainstorm giving cd that Look :( oh man oh god

GODDDDDDDD the reveal that chromedome has been through this THREE TIMES before, and every single time has chosen to forget, and the whole thing w/the innermost energon...im fucking devastated m8. god

hhhhh and brainstorm saying that he knows cd will go through with it, because they've had this same conversation multiple times before...fucking kill me

also brainstorm and cd’s friendship is so AUGHHHHH my heart man. earlier on they're friendly assholes to each other but now we get to see that they both have a lot of deep emotions

oh god and now the whole thing with drift. hhhhhh this issue HURTS man

thinkin abt how brainstorm, while talking to cd, said that he thinks that drift ‘has the urge to name names’ but really, drift threw himself on the sword and took ALL the blame, even though cd even said, a lot of it was on him for going into the cell without telling anyone...plus brainstorm (and as we later find out, rodimus) is involved as well....AUGH

and drift being cast out so harshly seems rough, even though we know what he (and the others) did was bad

also looks like magnus is reanimating himself over in the medbay...i love all the symbolism with magnus’s hand this issue

OH GOD OH NO I CANT HANDLE THIS. REWINDS GOODBYE MESSAGE IS SERIOUSLY THE BIGGEST TEARJERKER IN THE STORY

‘you and me apart strikes me as intensely wrong’ I'm literally weeping. hello. I cant fucking handle this

NOOOO GODDDD I seriously cant deal with rewinds message overlaid onto drift leaving the ship, and being attacked as he goes, and then ratchet helping him up with ‘you're a better person now - stubborn and frustrating but wonderful!’ over the panels AUGHHHH my heart cant handle any of this. my organs are shutting down as we speak

god I'm just ugly crying @ the end of the message.... ‘one more thing - one last thing - because I don't say it enough...I love you’ AUGHHHH

and its rewind himself who says the ‘I love you’ ;_; LOOK HOW HARD I CAN CRY!!!!!!!!!!!

and the panels of chromedome retracting his needles...he was ready to go through w/it just like brainstorm said but rewind was able to convince him otherwise from beyond the grave ;_; its about the LOVE man

like...rewind might not have known about cd’s past husbands and all the bad coping mechanism nonsense surrounding all that (or maybe he did? unclear) but either way, he knows chromedome so well by now, and knows that he’d be devastated by rewind dying, and so he leaves him this final message....additionally, I feel like rewind, being an archivist, would loathe the idea of being erased from the memory of the person who cares for him the most, and his goodbye message succeeded in preventing that

next, to give us a break from extreme emotional devastation brought about by gay robots, we check in with magnus, who has decided he’s had enough of all of this nonsense and has vacated the premise, somehow

aaaaand right back to being hit by a metaphorical emotional bat, because it looks like tailgate’s gonna die posthaste!

I really love how the character profile descriptions change periodically

SO...this issue...this ARC....GODDDD. I mean its clear from my liveblogs that this destroyed me emotionally, phew....

I will say, I think the writing here is so excellent - this little 3-issue ‘arc’ felt like it had been built up to perfectly from the very beginning, and it all came together in a well-paced and devastating conclusion here

I mean, this isn't the end of s1, we still have remain in light, but a lot of plot points wrapped up here. I don't know much about comics but I feel like they can get cancelled pretty fast, and idek how many issues mtmte was ‘guaranteed’ at this point, so I really commend jro & co for being able to construct such a fantastic story with a solid conclusion, while also setting up a bunch more plotlines for what would hopefully be future issues

I will say. I'm super glad rewind ends up coming back, and also that things get a lot gayer soon, bc this would have been devastating to read in a whole different way if it was just a bad ole str8forward bury your gays situation

but since it isn't, then I'm free to be extremely emotional about it, oof

I feel like I've articulate a lot of my thoughts already so ill end here and say: this slaps, cant wait to re-read more

#ive read this series thru twice but it still Gets Me man #lj rereads mtmte

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cupsofsuga · 5 years

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ot7 yandere meeting your parents and your parents not liking them💘💫

BLOODLINE ━ YANDERE BTS REACTION*:･。.

WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers. I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

Thank you for requesting, angel!

KIM SEOKJIN

━━━ You and Jin have known each other for your whole lives, never spent a moment without each other. You often reminisce of the times where you’d both ride your bikes through town together or spend nights under a fort you two created, trying your best to hush your own laughter in fear of waking up a parent. The innocence of your childhood was what you missed and now that you’ve grown into a teen, the atmosphere and neglect of childlike joy are now tangible. That’s where Jin comes in, like some sort of superhero wearing a cape with a cheesy slogan. He is there to heal the scorching sensation in your heart and to fight off the sorrows that dared to linger in your head. Upon seeing this newfound connection, your parents didn’t favor the idea of you spending time with that certain boy the called “trouble”.

No worries, though. You’re a teenager, you use bitter lies like it’s your very own sword. You crouched and climbed through each other’s windows during nightfall acting like inmates when all you really were was lovers. Hushed laughter turned to quiet whispers to avoid getting caught, and Jin hated acting like this infatuation was supposed to be kept at secrecy. How could they act like loving somebody was such a crime? How can they take away this soul he needs in his life in such a vicious manner? Those were questions that quickly vanished when you two would go elsewhere than each other’s rooms, finding an open woodland space and trying to remember the names of constellations or to gas stations at 4 am just to laugh as you did years ago. Spending even just a few seconds in your arms is what makes his anger subside and he can feel pure again.

These moments with you feel like they’re eternal, even though they’re spent in the dead of night, scared of the eyes of your parents. You both are 17, which means 1 more year until he can scoop you into his arms and escape this deadbeat town. Whatever the future had planned for him, he won’t care about a thing as long as he gets to spend the rest of his days with you by his side.

“I know we’re only just kids, but, God, Y/N… I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you…”

MIN YOONGI

━━━ The two of you eat in bitter silence. Your mother, once again, shared her much-unneeded opinion about him. She insulted him, mocking him of his weight and claiming he couldn’t defend you in any way. It angered you, severely, and you held a tight grip on your fork to hold yourself back from exploding at her. Seconds of silence go by, ticking away like the deafening echo of a clock. But then, under the dinner the table, you feel a tenacious grip on your hand. Yoongi holds and squeezes onto your palm like he is about to be devoured by the darkness of our galaxy and he clings onto a single star for dear life. He holds onto you like you’re a lifeline and without your touch, he’d die in the most miserable, violent way possible.

Her comments hurt him and he couldn’t defend himself with his poor, weak fists. Her few words made him feel small, defenseless, like a small bunny rabbit against an entire pack of hungry wolves. Tears build up as the insecurities scatter his mind like the raindrops of a heavy storm. Yoongi starts to shake and tremble, trying to hold these inevitable tears back and not let his emotions go rampant at the dinner table, which already had a disastrous mood that lingered around everyone. Luckily, you noticed, tightening your grip on his hand (if that was even humanly possible anymore) and walking straight out of the house, not without a cold “fuck you” directed to your mother.

His tears flow out like a goddamn waterfall down his cheeks. Down, down, down they go as his choked sobs fill the midnight air. Such a melancholic time to be in. The embers of the sun cannot bring warmth to Yoongi’s soul, anymore, and he must cry in the saturated light of the moon. The idea gives off pandemonium of sorrows, but then you come. Your arms are locked tightly around his petite figure, letting him shake with sobs in your grasp as you coo and reassure him that her cruel words don’t mean a thing. But then, there it is. There’s the sun, he can feel the warmth on his face. Yoongi can feel the seraphic scintillation of sunbeams embrace and kiss him softly. And although there is no sun, only the moon, that won’t take away the serenity of this moment.

“Please, please, please… Don’t let me go. Don’t ever let me go… Please…”

JUNG HOSEOK

━━━ Phantoms of unheard ghost lie in your heavy heart. Their insults towards your lover hurt like stab wounds and come like bullets. Every second circling around Hoseok is golden and eternal and you question about your parent’s blindness to his pure aura. He is so, so very joyful resting in the wrath of your presence that it turns physical. It twists and turns his heart in such a pleasurable matter that their heavy, bitter words don’t even give him the slightest of bruises. Like a perceptible weight of seraph that weighs down gently on his chest. Like the freedom of summer, or like a solemn melody that reverberates blissfully in your head. Entirely single fleeting moments spent in utter enchantment, where worries fail to exist.

Every second spent with you is the exact moment where the noose nestled on his neck breaks loose and he can breathe.

Hoseok feels with his heart instead of his fingertips. He cries tears of mercury instead of water. He smiles with the beams of the moon instead of the sun. He is an inhuman creature, an angel or a siren of some sort. Many were quick to fall under his magic way of seething joy, but they never mattered, only you do. That’s all he ever desired, after all, was your affections intended solely for him and him only. So, when your parents mocked and insulted him of being too soft and sensitive, he was quick to brush them off. It’s ok. He doesn’t care about them at all. Only your opinion mattered, anyway, and he’ll do anything to validate and lionize whatever thought crossed your mind.

“It’s ok, Y/N… I only care about you and you only… Please don’t let their words get to you. It hurts me to see you in pain…”

KIM NAMJOON

━━━ You spend your days drinking moonlight straight from the glass and bathing in fields-worth of flower petals. You wear the earth on your body, sleep in river streams and taste of the brightest stars. You may be a witch, you may be a God, or you could just be Y/N. Y/N. A name that has the void in his chest filled to the brim with galaxies, planets and the light of a billion stars. A name that is the only cure to heal his shattered and bruised heart. A name that is said with the blood of holy gods but with the softness of a goddesses touch. The name that is equivalent to a lullaby and is sung from the angels that dance and sing within his own heart.

But… what’s this? You parents have failed to see his love for you…? How could this be? Namjoon has shown nothing but pure, loyal devotion for you and they see him as nothing but some stupid imp!? That can’t be, it won’t be! He wouldn’t let this become a reality!

Namjoon becomes suffocating and intolerant, but he is desperate in times like this. You reassure him your parent’s opinions surely doesn’t make your love for him differ in the slightest and as much as he listens and cherishes every syllable that leaves your lips, those words don’t affect him in the slightest. He bombards your parents with flowers, foods and any gift he could possibly think of. As much as it harms his soul, he tries to ignore their stares of hatred and whispers of gossip. It hurts, but that won’t stop him. Namjoon will do anything to prove to them that he is a good man and is completely worthy of spending the rest of time with their child. Anything.

“I know they don’t matter to you, but, how can they think of me like that? That I’m just some idiotic hellion that only sees you as some sort of toy!? I see you as my entire world, Y/N, and I need them to see that, too… I don’t want anyone to ever think you mean nothing to me…”

PARK JIMIN

━━━ Lover’s Spit is playing, mixed in with the white noise of passing automobiles and tires against the road. It’s a cloudy day when you and Jimin finally pack up and return home from your parent”s house, and Jimin was more than ready to be safe and alone with you. He feels envy; envy for the unforeseen heaven you’ve found in this place rather than finding it within him. You loved being back at home, he can see it in your eyes. It’s like the most beautiful explosion of diamonds and pearls across the nebulous, velvet-touched sky. And as he stares out of the window, groggily watching the trees and cars pass by and music echoing in his head, he feels resent.

“Everything ok, love?” The heavy bass seems to dim down and all he can hear is your voice and feel your sweet attention finally on him. Like an angel’s kiss on a fresh, moggy spring morning, he can finally feel your affections intended solely for him. But when Jimin finally forwards his stare from out of the window to your pretty face, you see a look so heart-shattering that even the clouds start to disintegrate.

Such a devastating look he gives you. Lips trembling, tears clinging onto his lashes like broken shards of diamonds. His features look as if they were chiseled in marble and placed somewhere in Rome. So pure, so beautiful, so melancholically dreamlike. There’s sorrow buried deep in his heart and you’re aching to find out what caused this.

“Y/N… I-I know you love them, but, please… Please don’t leave me… I couldn’t survive without you. Just… Just tell me you love me. It’s all I need to hear right now…”

KIM TAEHYUNG

━━━ Taehyung gulps the glass in front of him like it’s holy water and he’s desperate to be purified of his sins. Their stares linger far too long and he can’t help but wonder, do they know about his vicious infatuation? Do they see him when he lurks outside your window to simply admire the art before him? He now holds shame in his heart, and it burns. At first, your parents were ambivalent about him. But now, it was clear of their feelings for him. They despised him. He followed stars and planets to try and shift and shape their opinions about them, but nothing worked. Through courage, kindness, loyalty, truth, and gratitude, he was left with bitter, eternal disgrace.

There’s a sudden grip on his wrist. Tight, but comforting in this matter. Oh, there you are.

Taehyung suddenly feels delicate, soft, cherubic, in a way. Spring days and the kisses of the moon resting in the crevice of his heart. Dahlias, lilies, tulips, and marigolds begin to fill and flutter within his chest, a sudden warmth nuzzling through his body like the sunbeams embracing his skin on a July afternoon. Taehyung can finally feel so loved and safe with your touch on him. Even though this silence belittles and mocks him, there are worlds forming in his heart. And for now, the light of your love is all he needs.

“Y/N, you are such a gift… A gift that won’t stop giving. Please… Never stop loving me. I don’t know how I’d live without your love…”

JEON JUNGKOOK

━━━ Jungkook can see his reflection in the glimmer of the plate in front of him and has an utter hatred for what he sees. Too possessive, too soft, too emotional, too jealous, too sensitive. His hands start to shiver, his knees ache and his lip quivers. Were all those harsh words true? Could it be possible you felt the same way as well!? This voice inside his head is chanting “calm down!” like it’s some sort of magic spell and he’s trying to summon the dead. But, his plans fail and Jungkook can’t seem to bring a halt to these worries. He begins to hyperventilate as he sinks into himself. “How could you love someone like him?”, they ask. But, really, how could you?

He is nothing but some socially anxious kid who is trying with every weak bone in his body to prove his devotion to the human he loves with the worth of the entire galaxy. You’re a god, and he’s nothing but some filthy hellion that is desperate for your affections. You were born made of shattered stars with a big chunk of the moon that rests in your heart, he was given nothing but thin skin and a glass soul. You are the moon, a light in the darkness that shares its own wrath of eternal peace and beauty. Jungkook is the sun, so overwhelming and so utterly there, and god, does he hate it. But before this epiphany eats him whole, you drag him from the dining room and into your childhood bedroom to try and soothe him of his sorrows.

You shush him when he starts to cry, holding his head with your palms like you have an entire planet in your hands. You wipe his tears and whisper words of reassurance, telling him that he is completely perfect just as he is and how he shouldn’t let their blasphemous words dominate him. And although his insecurities crafted by your parents have now taken a toll on him, your touch and your love heals him, so now he can inhale the scent of summer and exhale the dust of your affections.

“Thank you… Thank you, thank you, thank you… I-I-I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but, fuck… I’m so goddamn thankful to be yours…”

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a not-so brief analysis of possible deaths in s3

G’day mates! (I’ve been watching too many interviews with Dacre lmao). I’ve been wanting to make this post for awhile. I basically will go through each Stranger Things Season 3 main character’s chances of whether or not they will die - because we all know one of them will. Here it goes.

The Party

Mike - Mike has always been one of the leading protagonists of the show. He has been well received by pretty much everyone, having little or no haters. I think it is unlikely Mike will be the one to die because he is so important to the plot and the other characters’ (and fans’) emotional value. However, Finn Wolfhard is an incredibly busy young actor and ST’s shoots last months so he might want to clear his schedule. Also, Mike’s death would have a serious impact on the others, especially Will and Eleven. It might prove to be a strong force of motivation for whatever finale the show has.

Eleven - I honestly don't see how killing El would do anything other than break the hearts of fans all around the world. ST is said to have another two seasons after s3 and quite frankly the show just wouldn't be the same without her. I won’t be too worried about Eleven until the last season (and then I'll be terrified).

Lucas - Lucas has gotten a lot of unnecessary hate from the fandom because he didn’t trusts Mike’s judgement when the latter hid a strange girl with super powers in his basement without telling his parents. It’s easy to see this as stand-offish behavior, but Lucas is actually the reasonable one. Yes, he’s cautious, much more so than Mike or Dustin, but people seem to forget he goes and spies on the lab by himself, figures out they’re being watched, alerts his friends, and forgives Mike, all while persevering in his search for Will. Still, Lucas is most people’s least favorite party member. He would seem like a poor character to kill, because not many fans would care very much, even though everyone on screen would be devastated. Hopefully, after s3 Lucas gets the love and appreciation he deserves.

Max - Max is still pretty new to the show. She is well-loved by the fans and the characters on screen. Plus, her new friendship with El has everyone super pumped; their would be riots in the street if she was killed and that ended.

Dustin - Okay, but does anyone actually not like Dustin? He may not be everyone’s absolute favorite, but no one actively hates him. And why would they? He’s smart, quirky, adorably, nerdy, and provides the vast majority of the comedic relief. The show wouldn’t be half as fun without him. The show writers know this too. I think Dustin’s pretty safe for now, at least from death (the end of the second trailer did NOT look good for him).

Will - Sweet, darling, innocent Will. Precious Will who’s never been given any sort of break from that goddamn writing team. Although I think Will is in for more (largely undeserved) pain and strife, I don't think he will bite the dust just yet.

The Teens

Nancy - Nancy is one of the primary female characters, as well as Mike’s older sister. She’s previously been through some real shit, lost her best friend, lost one boyfriend, gained another boyfriend, and will be struggling with misogyny in s3. Nancy has gained some haters, but they are often overlooked because her fans are fierce. I don’t think the Duffers or Netflix want an army of feminists showing up at their door because they killed off Nancy Wheeler. She is shown in mortal peril in the second trailer, and her death would greatly impact Jonathan, Mike, Steve, and the entire fandom. I personally think she will pull through, but it could really go either way.

Jonathan - Will’s only brother, Joyce’s support system, Nancy’s boyfriend, Jonathan has a lot on his shoulders. Not many people know him, but those who do love him dearly. His death would hugely impact many main characters, without damaging the plot. Yeah. This might not end well for Big Brother Byers . . .

Steve - Oh, Steve. We love Steve. Things were not looking good for everyone’s favorite babysitter/Single Mother Supreme after the first s3 trailer dropped. I would be seriously concerned, however one of the lead writers stated that the day Steve Harrington dies is the day he walks off the show. And, to the best of my knowledge, the writer is still signed on.

Robin - Robin is a completely new character. We have been given very little info on her whereabouts in the show. This has not stopped fans from immediately falling in love with her though. It is highly unlikely they would kill off such a new and popular character.

Billy - The new host of the mindflayer. Doesn’t sound too good, does it? But Will survived. Most people seem to think he’s doomed, but I personally believe he’ll make it out. Mentally fucked? Hell yeah. Dead? Not today.

Heather - . . . let’s all take a preliminary moment of silence for Heather. Seems like she’ll be taking a page out of Barb’s book and dying before we even get fully introduced to her character.

The Adults

Hopper - Hop appears to be in trouble. Fans are already speculating his death. It would be devastating, but . . . so many issues would be created. Where would El go? Probably the Byers. But who would deal with all the crazy Upside Down bullshit? That’s harder. David Harbour’s extreme commitment to the show acts like a shield protecting him from death.

Joyce - I think she’ll be fine. Worried, frazzled, constantly smoking like always, but she wouldn't die, would she? Will and Jonathan still need her. Plus, what would Stranger Things be without Winona Ryder?

Bruce - Following the B Name trend (Benny, Barb, Bob) he will most likely kick the bucket before the season’s finale. Very little has been revealed about his character, but I already kinda want him dead.

Murray - He’s fucking hilarious and I hope he's okay. I don’t know though. He helped expose the lab. That can’t sit well with some folks.

Mayor Kline - Still not sure what his point is. I really don’t know. He lives?

And also

Erica - She lives, or I’m suing. ’Nough said.

Phew. Long post. I think the Party’s safe for now, and the adults are probably fine for the time being as well. The teenagers all seem to get themselves into sticky situations and they can’t all be getting out safe, amiright?

Basically, in danger:

Mike

Nancy

Jonathan

Heather (RIP)

Hopper

Bruce

Murray

That’s all for now folks!

#stranger things #stranger things season 3 #mike wheeler #eleven #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #max mayfield #will byers #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #steve harrington #billy hargrove #jim hopper #joyce byers #erica sinclair #long post #like whoa #this took a while

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Clextober18 - 24 - Werewolves/Vampires

Clarke doesn't believe that Lexa is an actual werewolf - just a short, silly drabble for this prompt.

[sorry for typos and shit — it was written on my phone]

Clarke met Lexa at a Halloween party. It was thrown by Raven and hosted by Octavia, her two best friends, and several friends of Octavia's new boyfriend's, Lincoln, were invited.

Clarke was hanging by the couches, a cold beer between her fingers and a gladiator costume wrapped around her body, when her eyes swooped to the door quite by accident and all breath was punched from her chest. At the door was a goddess badly disguised as a werewolf, with claws and a tail and wolf ears on top of her head. The props themselves looked realistic, but they weren't enough in number to make the girl actually look like a werewolf.

That's something Clarke would only notice later, though. At that moment, she only had eyes for that perfect, angular face, with tall cheeks and a sharp jaw, pouty lips and piercing eyes that Clarke couldn't discern the color of from the distance. It was time to get closer, then. For the sake of art.

"Hey," she greeted, extending her hand, when she got close enough to the girl. "I'm Clarke. Octavia's best friend."

The girl looked at her and gave a small, lopsided smile. "Lexa. I'm Lincoln's. Best friend, I mean," she added.

During their talk, Clarke learned that Lexa was really smart and had a brand of self-confidence that was rooted in knowing your value without being smug. Lexa was soft-spoken and gentlewomanly, funny in a very dry and unexpected way, and — that is when Clarke finally noticed her costume in full detail — terrible at dressing up as a werewolf.

Later, when they were dancing, Clarke forgot all about costumes and brains and kindness, and focused back on looks, sexiness, and moves that were so fluid they should be a crime. After another beer and a slow dance, all Clarke could think of was the feeling of Lexa's hand in hers as she led them to one of the guest rooms.

Soon she was lying back on the bed with Lexa on top of her and almost all their clothes gone. Lexa's tail was gone already, most likely taken off during one of their deep kisses, as were the claws from what the slight rake of nails over Clarke's sides told her, but the ears were still sticking out from under her hair. Clarke tugged at them to remove them, but Lexa whined like a hurt puppy and recoiled, much to Clarke's confusion.

"Um. They are really tightly strapped to my hair," Lexa explained, before kissing Clarke again. When they pulled apart, the ears were no longer there. Clarke smirked at Lexa's eagerness to take them off and ran her fingers through the brunette's hair where they once were.

"Be careful with the ears, they looked way too real to have been cheap."

"Don't worry, they're safely tucked in one of the pockets of my jeans," Lexa said, pecking her lips.

Clarke leaned on their elbows and looked at Lexa's jeans, frowning. "You mean your jeans that are on the other side of the room?"

Lexa's eyes widened. "Oh. I mean– I put them under them the bed. Along with the tail and... The claws. I'm sorry, my mind is just too foggy from having you under me," Lexa added with a chuckle.

All thoughts of unconvincing incongruences flew from Clarke's mind right at that instant and she flipped their bodies, coming out on top. "Maybe this will help."

Now under her, Lexa was flushed and panting, looking up at her with hunger. "Only if you do something with it."

----

Six months have passed since that night. Lexa had seemed fully intent on leaving it at a one night stand, but Clarke had other ideas and soon enough they were duly committed and exclusive. Even now she smirks at the way she turned Lexa around with a single, devastating glare.

And now, Clarke has Lexa in front of her, pacing around the room like she can't find the words to tell her something. Which is weird, because Lexa always knows what to say. It's also deeply amusing.

"Babe... Relax."

Lexa stops mid-step and swivels around with an imploring look on her face. "Clarke, I can't. It's just—"

"Did you cheat on me?" she asks, knowing the answer.

Lexa looks affronted. "What? No!"

"Do you want to breakup?"

Lexa shakes her head vigorously. "Never."

"Then you have nothing to worry about," Clarke concludes with a shrug.

"Yes. I do."

"Lexa, what could be so bad that—"

"I'm a werewolf."

"What?" Clarke asks with a surprised, confused chuckle. Lexa kneels in front of her and lays both hands on her knees.

"I am a werewolf, Clarke."

This time, Clarke can't help herself and breaks out laughing. Her amusement dies down when she notices that Lexa isn't laughing with her, however.

"Oh... You're serious." Lexa nods gravely. Clarke cups her girlfriend's face and brushes a thumb over her cheekbone. "Lexa, baby... Werewolves don't exist," she coos, a little condescending.

Lexa removes Clarke's hands from her face. "Yes, they do. And I am one."

"You were one. At the Halloween party where we met. And it looked pretty phoney to be honest."

"No, Clarke. I am a werewolf now. I mean— I have always been one."

Now, Clarke is genuinely worried for her girlfriend. "Lexa... Do you need to see someone? Or take some medication, maybe? I could ask Jasper and Monty for some weed if you want."

Lexa jumps to her feet. "No, Clarke," she exclaims. "Why won't you believe me?"

"Because werewolves aren't real, Lexa!"

"They are!"

"Then show me!"

"I can't! Not if you don't believe me!"

Clarke scoffs. "That's exactly what someone who has nothing to show would say."

"Fine," Lexa growls, and runs her hands through her hair. As they slide towards the back of her head, a pair of hairy, pointy ears pops up on top. Lexa's hands leave their hiding place behind her head and she opens her palms in front of her — her fingers now sporting claws. Dramatic as ever.

Clarke knows what she's seeing, but there has to be a reasonable explanation. There always is. Science explains everything, even love. So science must be the explanation for what she's seeing now.

"You also had a tail."

Lexa rolls her eyes and turns her back to Clarke, then lowers her pants, letting a fluffy tail spring free. It waves lightly and — dare Clarke say — realistically.

"These are just the parts I can show you without turning into an actual wolf," Lexa says. "When you tugged at my ears at the party and I whined... It's because you were actually tugging at my years, not just a prop."

"And you can withdraw them any time you want?"

"Anytime I want," Lexa confirms, and then her eyes shine with hope. "Does this mean you believe me?"

"I believe you have weird, retractable ears and claws and a tail. Werewolf is too much of a stretch."

Lexa sighs. "Clarke, the signs are all there, I've never hidden them. I eat a lot of meat, I whine when I'm in pain, and I growl when I'm annoyed. And I always have plans for full moon nights."

"I'm not exactly up to date with the full moon calendar."

"Why don't you want to believe me?"

"You're telling me to believe that you're something that doesn't exist!" Clarke bursts, standing up. "I'm a woman of science! I believe in what I see—"

"I've shown you ears, claws and a tail—"

"That's hardly anything to go by," she counters, but it sounds wrong even to her ears. "Lexa, I believe in science. I believe that things can be explained logically. You're showing me folklore and fantasy."

"The Spanish have a saying: 'I don't believe in witches, but que las hay...'"

"Well, I'm not Spanish!"

Clarke doesn't know anymore if she keeps insisting that she doesn't believe Lexa because she actually doesn't believe Lexa or because she wants to see whatever Lexa might have to show her. At this point, it's probably a bit of both.

"I don't want to scare you, Clarke."

Lexa's small voice finally breaks her. Clarke sighs and walls up to her girlfriend, then holds both her hands.

"You won't scare me," she says with sincerity. "I won't believe anything till I see it, but whatever you have to show me you can be sure that you won't scare me."

Lexa nods, a hesitant, hopeful little tilt of her head, and steps away from Clarke. For long moments, nothing happens, and then Clarke almost screams.

Lexa's back arches forcibly and starts growing hair at great speed. More dark grey hair sprouts from her ears and her claws, while her hands turn into paws and her legs twist and grow hair until they become animal-like. Lexa's nose elongates until turns into a snout, and her clothes tear with each jerk of her body. Soon a heap of clothes is laying torn on the floor and instead of Lexa, Clarke is facing a huge wolf with paws the size of her hands and fur a shiny, nightly grey. Its only human-like feature are the eyes, deep and a forest green, where Clarke sees Lexa as though she were staring at a human face.

Rather than fighting or flying, Clarke's body decides to freeze. There is a huge wolf in the middle of her living room. It's not just a wolf though, is it? It's a werewolf. A goddamn werewolf who is also her girlfriend and is staring at her like it's waiting for her to say something. But Clarke can't say something — she can't say anything at all, because if werewolves exist, then how the hell is she supposed to trust science again? And what other species and mystical creaturey could there be? And how is it possible for a human to change its genome in a matter of seconds? And why is there a werewolf in the middle of her living room?

The werewolf whines. Realizing that Clarke won't react soon, it sighs and turns around towards the bedroom hall. It's only when Lexa has disappears that Clarke snaps back to reality.

Shit.

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It takes Clarke longer than she'd care to admit to face the music and knock on the door she knows Lexa is behind.

"Enter," comes a quiet voice from inside the room.

Clarke opens the door and her heart breaks when she sees Lexa sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out into the city below. She pads over to the bed and sits down next to Lexa. She takes her girlfriend's hand and lays her head on a bony shoulder.

"I didn't freeze because you're a werewolf. I'm not even afraid."

She doesn't say more; she wants Lexa to talk to her, ask her why she froze. She just kisses Lexa's shoulder and straightens up, keeping her girlfriend company in watching the city.

Lexa's vulnerable green eyes lock with Clarke's. She's been crying. "Why did you freeze, then?"

"I froze because there was a werewolf in my living room and the one thing that always explains everything couldn't explain that. I froze because I was wrong."

That manages to draw a smile from Lexa's lips. "You often are. You just refuse to acknowledge it most of the time."

"Asshole," she chuckles. Then, "You're a beautiful wolf.”

"Thanks."

They stay there in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. She surprises herself by breaking it.

"Does the full moon force your transformation?"

Lexa nods and smiles, hope once again pulling the corners of her mouth even higher and wider.

"It is harmless, but I didn't want you to see it before. Does this mean you believe me?"

"Yes," Clarke confirms, squeezing Lexa's hand. "And I'll be with you this time. I will protect you."

"I don't need protection, Clarke."

"All evidence suggests that you do," Clarke smirks. "After all, only an idiot would decide to dress up as themselves for Halloween."

#clexa #clextober18 #13daysofclexa #drabble

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who-doroki · 6 years

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Feel The Thunder

81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”

82. “Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.”

91. “Can I hold your hand?”

Turns out Hawks is scared of thunder.

He’s definitely avoiding you.

You hadn’t thought so at first but now…well, now you’ve asked Hawks on three dates, all of which he’s suddenly and “unexpectedly” had to cancel at the very last second. You would have been discouraged if, after each failed attempt, he hadn’t shown up at your agency the next day with some ridiculously thoughtful gift (a whole lot of flowers, pastries from your favorite bakery, a freaking kitten he’d somehow gotten Eraserhead to loan him for the day). So you’d changed the type of date, thinking that it was the venue.

But nope.

Another two canceled dates (to an arcade and a picnic, despite it being mid-June) and you’re about ready to tear your hair out.

“I’m sorry, babe.” And goddamn him, he actually looks sincere, standing in your office positively drooping, wings tucked in close to his back, chin down. He’d given you a handmade notebook today, bound beautifully in leather and embossed in gold. But you’re having trouble keeping your lips from wobbling, your eyes hot from the tears you’re fighting back.

“Is it me?” You ask, quietly enough that, if he was anyone else, he wouldn’t have heard you. But he does and his head snaps up at your words and he looks devastated.

“No! Baby, no.” He moves around your desk and you really want to push him away, to scream and cry and throw a tantrum because you deserve to, goddamn it. Instead, you let him pull you up into his arms, cradling you to his chest while he sits himself in your office chair with you in his lap, lifting his wings to block out the rest of the world.

“Okay, then what the actual fuck?” Anger you can use. Anger you can do really, really well, in fact. Hawks doesn’t quite wince, but it’s a close call. He sighs, feathers ruffling as he stares down at you.

“Tomorrow night, I’ll pick you up at 6:30.” He says. You eye him for a moment.

“Promise?”

“If I don’t show you can kick my ass.” He tells you. You snort.

“As if I need your permission.”

Which is how you find yourself all dolled up for a night out with your boyfriend, tugging at the hem of your dress nervously. It’s a little black number, something you’ve been saving for a special occasion, and it is exceptionally short and form fitting. But you’d figured that, if Hawks didn’t show, you’d go out anyway and still look good.

But, at 6:30 on the dot, your doorbell rings.

You open your door to see Hawks on the other side, looking especially sharp in a suit and tie, smiling bashfully at you around the bouquet of flowers he’s holding.

“Hi,” You say, grinning almost giddily at the look on Hawks’ face. Because his eyes had dropped when you’d opened the door and he has yet to drag them up to yours, instead letting them roam your body greedily.

“Hi, yourself.” He says, finally managing to tear his eyes away from the way your dress hugs your curves.

“Are those for me?” You ask, indicating the flowers and earning a mischievous smirk from Hawks.

“No, I bought them to make myself feel special.” He quips. You roll your eyes and take the bouquet when he hands them to you, welcoming the kiss he drops on your lips.

“Thanks.” You say against his mouth and he hums, cupping your cheek to kiss you again. And again.

“If we don’t leave soon we’re either going to a) miss our reservation because it’s an eight block walk and we’re going to be late or b) miss our reservation because I’ve decided I’m going to skip straight to dessert.” He threatens. You step back and narrow your eyes at him.

“No way. We are going on our date, come hell or high water. You can have dessert when we get home.” You say and Hawks’ answering grin is wide and feral.

“Promise?” He asks as he follows you out your apartment door, waiting for you to lock it behind you.

“If you behave.” You quip and he laughs, offering you his arm.

Dinner is, in fact, lovely. The two of you sit together in a secluded booth in a probably overpriced restaurant, stealing food off each others plates and giggling like teenagers as you play footsie under the table. Hawks shows you a viewtube video on his phone where a couple of guys buy a bunch of Might Donald’s food, cut it up, and serve it to food critics as a prank. You both smother your laughter in your napkins and eventually end up cuddled together on one side of the table, watching cute cat videos and picking your way through a sample tray of miniature cakes.

You’re content, happy for the first time in over two weeks, to the point where you let your quirk slip a little. You don’t notice the gathering of clouds outside or the distant rumble of thunder, but Hawks certainly does.

You feel him go tense beside you and glance up at his face, but he’s staring determinately at his phone. You place a hand on his arm and are alarmed to feel how tight his muscles are, bunched up like he’s ready for a fight.

“You okay?” You ask him. He finally meets your eyes and you feel your heart squeeze when you see that his pupils are tiny, barely more than pinpricks in a sea of gold.

“Yes, I’m fine.” He says, but his voice is high and tight in a way that tells you otherwise. Frowning, you flag down your waiter and ask for the check. By the time you get your coats from the check clerk and are heading for the door the sky is roiling with dark clouds and you can nearly feel the thunder starting to rumble overhead. You turn to Hawks, but when you reach out to touch his wrist he jerks like you’ve shocked him.

You freeze.

“Can…can I hold your hand?” You can’t quite believe you have to ask, but there’s something seriously off with your boyfriend. He laughs nervously, fingers lacing with yours just a little too tightly.

“Of course.” You’re definitely not imagining the strain in his tone, so you set off for your apartment, figuring the sooner you get home the sooner you can figure out what the hell is going on.

You’ve barely made it three blocks before the first fat drop hits your skin and you nearly sigh in bliss. You slow a little, wanting to bask in your quirk’s element more thoroughly, but Hawks’ grip on your hand tightens.

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” You blink and turn to him, shocked at his tone. He sounds nearly desperate, panic laid clearly across every line of his body. You’ve just opened your mouth to reply when lightning illuminates the sky, followed quickly by a mighty clap of thunder.

Hawks literally jumps, his death grip on your hand becoming borderline painful, and everything slots into place.

“Come on.” You say, tugging him quickly along the street. The rain is coming down in earnest now, but you duck under the awning of a closed bodega, dragging your shaking boyfriend behind you. Without a second thought you turn and yank him against you, pressing his face into your chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He’s completely still for a very long moment before he sags, folding you in his wings as his arms wrap around your waist like iron straps.

Another flash of lightning and a clap of thunder makes him seize in your arms but you just keep holding him, running your fingers through his hair and humming softly, your cheek pressed to the crown of his head.

“Looks like we might be stuck here for a while.” You say, watching the rain sheet down outside your temporary shelter.

“I‘m sorry.” Hawks is still trembling in your arms and you sigh, running your fingertips along the shell of his ear. He shivers for an entirely different reason, this time, and you hum.

“I would have understood if you’d told me.” You say softly.

“It’s a stupid fear and I didn’t want you to hate me.” He mumbles into your collarbones and you really, really want to smack the back of his head.

“First of all, no fear is stupid. Second of all, I could never hate you.” You tell him.

“It is. Your freaking quirk is calling rainstorms and how lame is it that I’m afraid of something that’s a part of my goddamn girlfriend?” He grumbles, turning his face farther into you neck, and there, that is what you were looking for.

“But you’re trying.” You point out. He scoffs against the skin of your throat, arms still tight around your waist, wings still fluffed up from fear.

“I stood you up on five dates. Five! Why? Because it was raining.” He’s starting to shake again but this time you know it’s from anger at himself. You frown and reach down to grab his face, yanking it up so he’s on eye level with you.

“I was more hurt by the fact that you didn’t give me an explanation as to why you were canceling. If you’d explained why, then it wouldn’t have mattered.” You tell him honestly. His face crumples and he drops his gaze from yours.

“But I felt so weak. Something as simple as a fear of thunder should be easy to overcome.” He explains. You sigh and lean your forehead against his, making sure he’s looking into your eyes before you speak again.

“No one gets better overnight. Whether it’s at a sport or with a fear, we all take baby steps to reach our goals. So take as much time as you need, I’ll still love you.” You tell him.

He stares at you, long and hard, and he has just opened his mouth to speak when another rumble of thunder makes him tense and drop his face back against your neck.

“I don’t deserve you.” He mumbles against your skin.

“Nope.” You say, popping the ‘p’ unnecessarily as you card your fingers through his hair.

“So mean!” He whines.

#hawks #hawks x reader #bnha #my hero academia #fluff #ask todo-who #the rainy season in japan is from june to july

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mattyofthelongfields · 5 years

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1 to 20 with 20 being, "why do you like Xena"

Thanks for the numbers, hon! ya know, even if I was supposed to answer 21 and not 20... I’m still going to answer both cus I’m fun like that! Also sorry this took longer than expected!

1: what was the first movie you can recall ever watching?

oh man... To be honest I have early memories of my older sister watching Starship Troopers while she was babysitting me and I caught a glimpse of one of the gorier scenes (I was supposed to be napping) and I had nightmares for days... But I didn’t watch the whole thing so I guess it doesn’t count. So the answer would most likely be Homeward Bound.. which I kind of watched over and over because I was obsessed with dogs ^^’

2: what’s your least favorite holiday?

Probably Easter. It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that my family have never really celebrated it (except maybe family lunch during the recent years and of course Easter eggs)

3: are you an auditory, visual, or tactile learner?

I guess out of the three I’m more of a tactile learner. I have a really big problem with focusing and taking in information and visualizing how things are supposed to be done. For example when I’m sewing and reading the instructions I can’t visualize what they mean, but if I’m shown how it’s done and walked through it, it becomes a lot easier.

4: do you have allergies?

We’re not 100% sure because it’s rare but for the last 11 years we’ve been pretty sure that I’m allergic to carrots. But if I am I have a very late reaction (several days) which happens but is again very rare. I never took any tests to be sure though. But I’ve had so many reactions that I refuse to take more chances ^^’ Also I used to be allergic to milk but grew out of it when I was around 10.

5: happiest memory?

When my friends threw a surprise party for me (which I was even late to!) and gave me an original replica of Xena’s sword! Also when I first met Renee O’Connor... and when I met her again next year along with Hudson Leick and she even recognized me. I may have cried....

6: how often do you use chapstick?

Only when I have an allergic reaction (chapped, itchy and bleeding lips. yes what a lovely image) because it helps sooth them. Though I use only two special brands because they’re the only ones that actually helps. at least so far

7: what subject do you wish you were an expert in?

Ancient History. I LOVE ancient history and mythology but since I can’t focus properly and take in information like most I don’t really know as much of it as I’d like... or more like I know some trivia and tidbits but I can’t go into details about it or discuss it because that part is all blank. though I find it really interesting!

8: would you travel to another planet?

As long as the journey is proven to be safe then of course!

9: if you could make any job you want, what would it be?

Well I’ve wanted to be everything from writer to actress to director but I would really love to work as a costume maker and/or propmaker. My dream would be working for Weta Workshop

10: your scariest story?

Honestly I don’t have any good scary stories ^^’

11: favorite 2018 trend?

uuuuuhm well I don’t really pay attention to trends

12: scarf or hat?

I would love to say hats but I get the worst hat hair and cats just don’t suit me at all ^^’ So I guess scarf. Though my sister sometimes has to force it on me hahah

13: what was your favorite year in school?

I guess my second year in Lower Secondary school, it was before everything went to hell to be honest, and it was also when I gained my closest friends and when I was still making pretty good grades.

14: preferred weather?

sunny with clouds and a bit of a breeze.

15: do you remember your dreams?

I remember one dream from when I was like 5 and it’s the only dream I remember vividly. I was hiking up a mountain with my mom and baby brother (who was in a stroller) and we were following this trail that for some reason was at the very very edge of a cliff. and because my brother had to be protected my mom walked with the stroller furthest away from the cliff-side while I had to walk on the very edge. And then suddenly I tripped and fell off the side of the cliff and my mom didn’t even notice I kept screaming for her but she didn’t turn around, just kept walking away. I kept falling for what felt like hours and when I hit the ground my elbow hurt and I woke up having fallen out of my bed.

16: favorite song you’ve recently discovered?

High Hopes by Panic at the Disco turned out to be really catchy and also Wake Me Up cover by Tommee Profitt and Fleurie

17: book/movie that you would never read/watch again?

The Divergent movies, the Twilight movies (though my friends and I have considered doing a marathon while drinking and turning it into a drinking game) and 50 shades of Grey. oh and the goddamn movie adaption of Darren Shan: Vampire Assistant! Fuck that movie. As for books.. I rarely ever finish books I don’t like

18: someone who’s changed your life?

My best friend Kass

19: least favorite breakfast food?

I’m actually not the biggest fan of omelets

20: why do you hate ____? (your choice) "why do you hate me and keep eating canned spaghetti?"

I don’t hate you! I just unintentionally dishonored you and your entire family line with my questionable taste in food and cooking skills :P Also I haven’t eaten the dreaded canned “spaghetti” since I finally got my oven fixed ;) it’s really cheap though and was a (disgusting) lifesaver :P

21: why do you like ____? (your choice) "why do you like Xena"

I don’t just like Xena, I love Xena. And there are many reasons as to why. For one thing, it’s an incredibly empowering show that is beautifully written at its best.. and maybe extremely cringy at its worst but lets focus on the good parts. Although both Xena and Hercules really took some EXTREME liberties with history and mythology it’s still got me interested in mythology.

I got into video editing and Photoshop because of it. I originally studied to become a TV director because I wanted to work on shows like Xena and Legends of the Seeker. When I got into editing videos, it introduced me to many amazing people and friends online and around the world. I also got my best friend hooked on the show very early into our friendship and I believe it is exactly why we became best friends.I traveled to my first and second convention abroad because of Xena, because I wanted to meet some of the women who inspired me so much! Xena to me was the hero I needed during the dark days, and she still is. There’s really nothing like wrapping myself in a warm blanket and put on my favorite episode on a rainy day. The tattoo of the Chakram on my arm is a reminder for me to keep fighting when things get painful. In the end, Xena changed me and it saved me. It’s so campy and fun, beautiful and devastating, empowering and messed up, so really, the question is, how can you not like it. Also it’s really really really gay and it’s basically what made me realize that I really like girls.

thank you again!

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