#this is not meant to be a ship thing. I plead of thee have mercy on me

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hey guys wanna see how much I can talk about Sou Hiyori

Anyway it’s pretty obvious that Shin’s weakness is one of the reasons for Midori’s obsession with him, but I think a big part of it is also that Shin was probably the only person to genuinely admire Hiyori. like ever

Everyone else Hiyori was acquainted with either hated his guts or only liked him because they didn’t really know who he was (Shin kind of didn’t either but I’ll get to that). The other participants only knew him for a short period of time, and for half of that time they wanted him dead. The other floormasters were probably more-or-less his equals and had no reason to look up to him. Maple’s love was not only forced onto her, it was also completely blind judging by how she kept talking about how kind Hiyori was and ignored his flaws (the mass murder) entirely.

(I guess the Shin AI also counts as someone who admired him but I don’t think Hiyori cared about him as much as the human counterpart, plus his admiration of Hiyori is almost the same as human Shin’s)

There’s technically also Hinako, but right now the only thing we know for sure about her relationship with Hiyori is that she trusted him enough to think he wouldn’t get her killed. Maybe she hated him and just didn’t think he’d lie to her, maybe she considered them equals, maybe she did look up to him and just wasn’t as fun to mess with as Shin, unfortunately nankidai did not tell me personally. Thought I still don’t think she really thought of him as a role model.

So Hiyori wasn’t really looked up to unless he hid his worst qualities, or unless someone decided to overlook these qualities. But with Shin, he could be more-or-less himself, at least enough for Shin to know he was kind of a creep. And Hiyori’s flaws (not the mass murder. yet) never ended up driving him away. Shin knew Hiyori was a selfish person that enjoyed making him uncomfortable, and probably knew Hiyori was a manipulative bastard as well, but he still stuck with him, not in spite of those flaws, but partially because of them.

Shin didn’t gloss over or ignore anything about Hiyori (except maybe his weak spots), it’s just that even his worst qualities seemed like something that should be admired because they were a sign of strength (which is a sentiment you can see in the game pretty much since the beginning). And I honestly can’t imagine how much that must’ve inflated Hiyori’s ego to have someone who saw him basically as he was, sadism and all, and proclaimed him an anti-hero

(by the way, anti-hero characters are also loved because of how flawed they are)

And the thing is, even after learning who Midori really was and seeing the worst of his flaws (yes, the mass murder), Shin still goes by Sou and wears Hiyori’s scarf. He can’t fully let go of his admiration, and can’t deny Hiyori is an incredibly intelligent person that taught him a lot, even if the lessons that weren’t in programming ended up doing more harm than good.

But here’s another thing, and it’s that the human and AI versions of Shin view Hiyori a bit differently, which is why I think he values the human more. Shin became a lot more bitter as he grew up, and that’s something that the AI is just too out of date for. Because of that, for human Shin there’s a lot of hatred mixed with the admiration. He doesn’t even seem to be bothered when Hiyori dies. It’s not that he’s hiding his emotions, he’s freaking out, but freaking out about the possibility of Keiji getting killed, so by that point the hatred is probably bigger than the admiration. And what did Hiyori say about hatred?

It would actually just make him more invested in messing with Shin! Hiyori wants to be feared, hated, admired, and Shin is probably the only person in the world to give him all of that, and in incredible amounts too, since it’s really easy for Hiyori to get a reaction out of him.

Hiyori “cares” about Shin because of how much Shin cares about Hiyori. He made himself so unlikeable that anyone seeing him as a role model is bizarre even to him.

#this is not meant to be a ship thing. I plead of thee have mercy on me #yttd #your turn to die #kimi ga shine #sou hiyori #shin tsukimi #midori yttd #yttd midori #shin ai #I'm insaaane. I'm crrazyy!! insane. asylum. I'm gonna kill ya. I'm gonna kill ya. #editing the post every five seconds because it's my longest one so far and is kind of incomprehensible #oh yeah baby that's what I call character analysis #I am Going to Explode

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

Ok but a reader who sings but is really shy about it, but then Jaskier has a near-death experience and she's just holding him and crying and she starts singing him a love song out of sheer panic and a fluff ending please bro this week has been hARD

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Jaskier x ReaderWord Count: 1,311Rating: GTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle a/n: Bro *clasps your face in my hands* I got you. We got this. It’s gonna be ok. Have an HEA.

“Isn’t the ocean beautiful,” Jaskier sighed, gazing out at the yawning expanse before you. You smiled at his enthusiasm but felt no need to go any closer than you were now, high up on a sandbank where the water couldn’t reach you. You weren’t afraid of all water, just the kind that had fathomless depths filled with unknown entities which could devastate whole ships without warning. In hindsight, the stories your father had told you of his life sailing may have had the opposite effect he’d intended.

“It stirs the heart and brings music to one’s lips. You must know some excellent shanties, father being a captain and all,” Jaskier said, turning to you and giving you an entreating smile.

“No, Jaskier,” you said. But you did know them. You’d sung them heartily at one point in time. But that was before the ocean took everything from you. Your father, your laughter, and your voice. Only Jaskier had brought one of the three back for you and you considered that miracle enough, you wouldn’t be greedy and try for two.

“Well if you shall not call me away I must go seek out another siren,” he sighed dramatically and rose to run towards the water.

“Be careful!” you cried, your heart rate already beating faster though he hadn’t even set foot on wet sand much less the treacherous waves.

“Of course, of course,” he waved off. He didn’t know you hated the ocean, you tried not to talk about it because it mean talking about why and that meant reliving the moment your life had changed forever. Instead you watched with hawk eyes though panic rose in you as you watched him get closer and closer to the deceptively placid rolling waves that crept up on the sandy banks.

He turned around to face you, waving as the water sat just ankle deep and you forced yourself to breathe, to remember that your father hadn’t died on a beach but in the middle of a fierce squall. Jaskier was stronger than people thought, and smarter and he wouldn’t be foolish. But the ocean did not discriminate or reward cleverness and you watched in silent horror as the grasping waves coiled around him and tugged him back, devouring him in a single sweep.

You ran. You ran for your father, for your lost childhood, and most of all for Jaskier. It had stolen one you loved but it would not steal this too. Not without a fight.

Bile rose in your throat as your feet touched the water but you didn’t give the seizing panic a moment to grip hold of you and stall your progress, you looked for signs of him and you saw it – a glint of gold from his signet ring in the white foam. You pushed against the waves, physically fighting the current and trying to stay grounded though your body was rocked just as easily as Jaskier’s had been. The difference was that you had a healthy respect for its ferocity and were spurred by a rage that equaled its own. You saw the chestnut hair and seized it, grasping anything you could of him to help pull him back, soon yanking him close enough that you could seize his waist. You had to fight to pull him back, the ocean was determined to keep at least one of you and you were just about to push him forward with everything you had and let it take you when you broke free, falling face down as the waves spat you back out. You scrambled up as quickly as possible and dragged Jaskier’s limp form up until you could go no farther.

He didn’t move. The usually expressive face was chilling to look at so still, so empty. You pushed on his chest, trying to remember the rhythm your father had taught you. There was no breathe and you tried to force it into him with your mouth, encouraged by the rise and fall of his chest when you did this but it did not stir on its own.

“Jaskier please, please not like this, please don’t,” you pleaded, pulling him onto his side and trying to get any water that could come to pour out of him. A trickle of saltwater pour through his lips but no breath. You clutched him tightly, willing him to breathe.

“If I tell you I love you, will you stay?” you asked, the words triggering memories of a song you’d learned long ago. A song you remembered your father singing to your mother. Jaskier had wanted you to sing and you had wanted Jaskier. One of you would get what they wanted today.

“If I tell you I love you

Dare I hope you’ll agree

If I swear I will be true

Will you stay with me?

Cuz I’ve gone ‘round the world

And I’ve seen what’s to see

But the one thing I want

Is a lifetime with thee”

You tried to remember the verses, making it up as you went, singing as though your voice would pull him back to you. And then, in a moment of mercy you didn’t think the world possessed, it did.

Jaskier’s body rocked violently and he expelled water and you held him steady, giving a silent prayer of gratitude that you’d thought to hold him on his side, and you kept singing, seemingly unable to stop now that you’d started again. You sang words of comfort, soothing and encouraging as his body forced out the water that had tried to take him from you, and you kept singing until he weakly moved around to face you, his beautiful blue eyes gazing at you in wonder.

“I thought – ”

“Me too.”

“I nearly – ”

“But you didn’t,” you insisted, refusing to give the thought of a world without Jaskier another moment’s consideration. You gently brushed the wet hair out of his eyes.

“You were singing,” he said. You nodded.

“You never sing.”

“Well you never drown, it’s been a surprising day for both of us,” you argued.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” he asked. You shook your head no and helped hold him steady as he sat up quickly, grasping your arms, fixing you with an intent look.

“You have to join me in performing,” he said.

“You are absolutely ridiculous,” you protested, more than a little bit hurt, “You almost die and the first thought you have is how to make your act better? You know what! Let the ocean have you!”

You stood up and began to storm off the beach but Jaskier quickly caught up with you, spinning you around to face him.

“The first thought I had was that I was so bloody grateful to be alive so I could tell you that I love you. Well, actually, that was the second thought. The first thought was oh gods, oh gods, sirens are real, Geralt owes me 50 coin and I’ll never get to collect because I would follow that voice anywhere. And then I saw it was you and I had the second thought. And then I thought about work. So really you were the first two thoughts!” he protested. He opened his mouth to speak again but you cut him off with a kiss, stopping him while he was ahead. You needed to get him somewhere warm where he could change and you could talk more about what his confession meant. You needed to make a confession of your own though you felt you already had pretty clearly. You needed so many things but most of all, right now, you needed the grounding certainty of Jaskier in your arms and on your lips and safe and yours. And, as he would for the rest of your lives, Jaskier gave you all that you needed and more.

#Anonymous #jaskier x reader #jaskier imagines #jaskier angst #jaskier fluff #reader request