#which some people are doing yes but others are being downright rude about it and I can’t

[cat3ch1sm]

🕸️~ yes yes ive been gone again and ignoring you guys blah blah blah im very sorry 😭😭😭 but i return momentarily to drop this fic based off another one of the lovely star’s atsv headcanons. here it is below:

🕸️~ go check out their tiktok acc!! she’s a lovely and talented writer and awesome person and i was so excited to publish this one :)) it is super long tho so just be aware loll 😭😭 there isn’t nearly enough Margo writing for my liking tbh n idc if she was only on screen for three minutes

enjoy!! also yes yes i do intend to get to all of your requests for a Christmas present.

𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

It had been a short time since Miles’ escape from the Spider-Society, and things were in shambles. There had been countless objects, rooms, and technology destroyed during the massive chase, many of which would definitely take weeks, maybe months, to repair. There were constantly maintenance robots and machines, that had previously hardly ever made appearances, zipping around the headquarters doing their best to clean up the residue of the chaos.

However, it wasn’t just the building itself that was in disorder- dozens and dozens of Spider-People had resigned after the chase. Most left because they didn’t agree with Miguel’s way of dealing with Miles. Others had disagreements with other Spider-People, on both sides: those who chased Miles and those who didn’t. Many left simply because they didn’t want to deal with the chaos and how quickly the Society had been devolving since the event. Nothing was organized or stable; tensions were high. There was a painfully obvious shift in the atmosphere; something was brewing beneath the surface.

But even amidst the mayhem, Spider-Byte had remained calm. She had been one of the few at the Spider-Society who hadn’t participated in the chase, and she certainly didn’t regret it. Some had even praised her for her lack of involvement. She didn’t lose any relationships, and her technology, by far the most adept and efficient technology used in the Spider-Society, was still intact and operating. She was essentially in the eye of the hurricane, havoc raging around her, but she remained at peace.

So Margo was surprised when, as she was sitting in her workplace at headquarters updating a computer of hers, her watch went off. Startling her from her reverie, she sat up, seeing that it was a call from… Miguel?

Her eyes narrowed a little. That was unusual. Besides Jess Drew, the head of the Spider-Society rarely ever called anybody personally, and least of all any of the teenage Spider-People. Miguel was rather strict about maintaining professionalism, so he usually had LYLA appear as a hologram to whoever he wanted to contact with his message. But no, it was his contact on the small screen of the watch.

Margo, still frowning a little, picked up the call.

“Hello-“

“Spider-Byte. I want you in my office. Now.” And Miguel’s tiny hologram vanished.

“What-“ Margo was both stunned and slightly peeved. She hadn’t even gotten out a greeting. But she knew better than to go against Miguel’s orders. The man had always been intimidating and uptight, and very work-oriented, but these past few days he seemed more distant than ever. He was scarcely seen around headquarters anymore, as he spent much of his time searching for Miles, and on the rare occasions he did make an appearance, he was downright unapproachable- his face contorted into a deeper frown than ever and his eyes were lined with dark circles and bags. Some days it felt like he wasn’t all there.

Margo glanced over at the computer she’d been working on and stood up from her chair. Gradually her slight annoyance at being interrupted so rudely during her work began to dissipate; presently she began to feel a little apprehensive as her luminescent blue avatar maneuvered itself smoothly through the halls. Miguel had not sounded at all pleased on the call, which was rare- although Miguel was not exactly amicable most of the time anyway, she was one of the few people he would be patient with because she was such an asset to the Society.

She phased through walls and skillfully avoided obstacles, digitally extending the limbs of her avatar and swinging from the ceilings as she made her way to Miguel’s office, moving quickly. It wasn’t long before Margo brought herself to the ground in the dimly lit area where Miguel stayed- sure enough, there he was, on the platform above her standing in front of his arsenal of screens.

He didn’t say anything as the platform that was his workspace slowly lowered itself down to the ground, and Margo stood there and waited awkwardly for it to come down- this always took a painfully long time. As Miguel got closer, though, Margo could see Lyla’s small yellow hologram beside Miguel, hovering just above his shoulder with an uncharacteristically uneasy look on her face. Margo glanced at her, brow furrowing, but neither said anything.

Now Miguel finally reached the ground. He turned around to face the girl with a dark expression, and she didn’t even have time to feel alarmed before he started in on her. “Did you let Miles get away?”

The question sent a jolt through Margo’s body, and she immediately went on the defensive. “‘Did I let Miles get away?’ How would I even have done that? I wasn’t even involved in that whole chase,” she protested.

“And why is that, I wonder?” Miguel countered demandingly, taking a single step forward but prompting Margo to take several steps back. “Did I not tell all of the Spider-People to go after him?” His voice was a low, menacing tone, and his body looked stiff and tense, as if he was trying to contain himself.

Margo momentarily found herself at a loss, and she scrambled to come up with some sort of explanation. “I was already taking care of something else,” she countered. “You know how my Go-Home machine been… acting up lately.”

“Really?” It didn’t sound as much like a question than it did an accusation. “The same Go-Home machine that conveniently worked when Miles escaped from this dimension?!” With every word his volume increased and so did his anger, and Margo noticeably winced. But still she had to defend herself somehow.

“The machine activated itself. I- I don’t know what happened,” Margo retorted, throwing her arms in the air.

“I can vouch for that one,” Lyla interjected, disappearing from Miguel’s shoulder and reappearing in between Margo and Miguel, like she was trying to break up a fight. “She wasn’t the one that did that. The machine was pressing its own buttons and going all crazy. We both tried to stop it, but it’s obviously very difficult to stop that thing when it gets going.” Lyla didn’t sound too happy, and Margo didn’t know whether it was because of her or Miguel.

Miguel cast his eyes at Lyla in such a beseeching manner that she glitched over back to his side and said nothing else, her expression tight and tense with displeasure. He directed his glare back at Margo, who met it with almost equal intensity and defiance. Despite this, his tone was slightly calmer when he spoke again, but still anger bubbled beneath the surface.

“Alright. You insist on playing that card? Fine.” Miguel turned around, then again, a huffy sigh that was more of a groan leaving him as he paced, a clear indication of his agitation. “Do you remember, Margo, something that happened a few weeks ago?” Margo tilted her head in mild confusion and frowned, prompting Miguel to explain further. “Peter. Peter B., the numbskull who runs around with a pink bathrobe and a baby. He brought her to headquarters like he usually does. I don’t know how, but somehow it happened that Mayday got away from him. And one way or another, she wound up in that Go-Home machine.”

Margo’s expression became a little less puzzled and she nodded as she remembered the incident, but still she wasn’t sure what he was getting at. Nonetheless, she said nothing and let him continue.

“Yeah. Peter was an idiot to give her a web-shooter.” Miguel’s tone was scornful. “Before he could make it to Mayday, the machine started activating after scanning her DNA and determining what dimension to send her back to. It was more than halfway through the process, and the machine was moments away from throwing the baby full force into her home dimension, but you realized what was going on. Luckily, you raced over and were able to stop the machine right before it sent her away.” Miguel’s voice grew slightly lower, and again he advanced towards Margo. “Peter ran over, got the kid, and thanked you I don’t know how many times. That was when you explained to him that there was one function of the machine that could stop it quickly no matter what stage of the process it was in. You showed it to him and said to keep it in mind if anything like this happened again.”

This time, Margo didn’t even notice how close Miguel had gotten, his looming height towering over her. Her eyes were lowered to the ground, her expression gone flat. She knew exactly what Miguel was getting at now.

“That machine was just fine.”

The tension in the room was so thick one could have cut it with a knife. You could hear a pin drop in the icy silence.

Miguel continued on, his tone dry. “And I saw you. You probably didn’t think I did, since I was obviously occupied with the anomaly. But the good thing about being a Spider-Person is that your senses are enhanced. You’re aware of more than one thing at once. And I saw him look at you. I saw you meet his eyes.”

Margo had nothing to say. Her heart had dropped to the pit of her stomach. She felt her breath escape her the more he went on. She pressed her lips together and averted her eyes.

“I know you could have stopped him. But you didn’t.”

Margo was unmoving. Every muscle in her body was tense. She was found out. And she didn’t know yet what the consequences of that would be, but she figured she wouldn’t take them without a fight.

Her expression hardened, and she abruptly looked up. And honestly, it took a lot for her not to automatically look back down; Miguel’s countenance was so formidable. But she pressed on, and without thinking as much as she probably should have, Margo retorted:

“And what would you have done if I hadn’t let him go?!” Her own tone startled her, she was usually laidback and really didn’t argue with people; but that by no means meant that she couldn’t stand up for herself or her beliefs. Her eyes were wide with passion and frustration as she met Miguel’s glare.

“I would have contained the anomaly!” Miguel snapped. His tone wasn’t calm anymore.

“You would have hurt him,” Margo shot back.

“I gave Miles every last opportunity to come with me peacefully. I gave him the courtesy of carefully explaining to him what was going to happen to his father and why. Did anyone else get that privilege? Did you get that privilege?”

That last question abruptly sent a sharp pain through Margo’s chest somehow, despite her virtual form. Miguel noticed her grimace, and instantly jumped on it.

“No. No, you didn’t. Everybody else had to sit there and let that happen. That kid should be thankful. And yet he still decided to make things hard for himself. I had no choice.”

Somehow, Margo felt like she was pleading more than arguing at this point. “He was bleeding when he looked at me!”

Miguel’s face was eerily cold when she said that; not a hint of remorse could be seen on his face. “There are consequences to disobedience. Just like there are consequences to defying the canon.”

“That- that doesn’t even have anything to do with it!” She could feel her composure slipping away. “That’s exactly why I couldn’t let him go. If the canon is really so final, he’ll find that out for himself. He’ll either lose his dad or his whole dimension. Does that make you happy now?”

Miguel threw his arms in the air in exasperation and annoyance. “Fine. You let him go. That was the right thing to do according to you? Because you’re so worried about what I would do to him?” Something in his tone was terribly condescending. “Now he’ll go and save his dad, like he wanted to. That’s great, right? That’s what you want? Now a whole dimension is going to pay for his actions. Which is the opposite of what this entire Society was even formed for.” He turned around and leaned over onto his desk, dropping his head into his hands in frustration.

Margo looked at Miguel’s slumped form with stone defiance. “I couldn’t let you hurt him. I’m sorry.”

Miguel had stood back up. His face was less angry. But he looked cold and remote as he stared down at the girl. There was a long, uncomfortable silence.

Finally Miguel spoke again. His tone was more controlled, and he wasn’t yelling like he was before. He let out a sigh. “Give me your watch.”

Margo started. “What?”

Miguel didn’t repeat himself. He simply held out his hand.

Margo’s eyes widened, and she felt her heart start beating a mile a minute. “My- my watch-? But- what-“

Miguel held up a hand to stop her, blowing air from his lips in an exasperated sigh. “Relax. I’m- I’m not kicking you out. You’re too much of an asset.” His expression hardened. “And you’re lucky I’m not. It is in no way your place to argue with me the way you just did, especially about that.”

Margo dropped her head to allow herself a brief eye roll.

“But you are on probation. I’m locking your watch for a week.”

Margo knew she should probably be grateful that that was the only consequence she was getting, but nevertheless a bitter taste came into her mouth, and she frowned. “Locking?”

“You won’t be able to travel between dimensions or contact anybody from the Spider-Society besides me. Additionally, when your watch is locked, you’ll start glitching again.”

“Go home,” Miguel continued in a stern tone of voice. “When your probation is up, I’ll have Lyla unlock your watch for you.” Again he extended his hand, and not having any more energy to protest, Margo took the watch off her wrist with a ferocity she hadn’t intended, and placed it in Miguel’s open hand.

Miguel took the watch. “Lyla. You know what to do.”

Lyla, who had vanished during Margo and Miguel’s argument, reappeared in a flash of yellow at Miguel’s side. “Working on it… alright. The watch is locked.” She cast an apologetic look at Margo, but Margo averted her eyes.

Miguel loosely tossed the watch back to her, and Margo took it and slowly put it back on her wrist. Miguel gave her one last long, unreadable look, and turned around with another heavy sigh. He said nothing else, and Margo left feeling somewhat heavy.

She had just made it back to her work area when the glitching started. That was something she hadn’t dealt with in a while- she’d forgotten what the consequences of being in another dimension without the watch were, especially in her virtual form. As a result, the pain was fresher than ever, and when she fell to the ground she just stayed there for a moment, even after the glitching stopped.

“You always want to start some sort of argument with me!”

“Because you don’t listen…”

Margo rolled over in her bed and pulled the pillow down even more tightly over her ears. Without the watch’s functions she could no longer escape the constant, incessant fighting of her parents. God, she wished they’d just get a divorce already.

Home, sweet home.

It had been several hours since Miguel had made Margo go home, and she already knew this week would feel more like a century. Her head was already pounding because of the shouting of her mother and father. She had tried to play video games for a little while, but she quickly became bored, and then she’d tried to just go to sleep and look where that ended up.

Despite all this, Margo didn’t regret what she had done for Miles. Maybe she should have, because she did respect Miguel and she knew she had a duty to the Spider-Society. But all of that had vanished the second he made eye contact with her- his shiny eyes wide with desperation; he said nothing but she could hear him pleading. And the way Miguel had been almost animalistic when he was tearing at the containment field blocking him from Miles, eyes bloodshot and fangs bared. Even from the distance she was at, Margo could see the bruises on Miles’ skin, the blood running down, and the jagged tears in his suit undoubtedly made by Miguel’s talons. She knew she had done the right thing by letting him escape. It chilled her to think what would have happened if she hadn’t.

Margo must have fallen asleep at some point eventually because when she awoke, it was dark outside and she could no longer hear her parents screaming. She blinked back sleep and groggily surveyed her surroundings- her monitor was still running, her game idle, the low hum of all the devices and gadgets in the room droning on, and-

“Lyla!”

Margo sat up with a start, jolting with surprise. Before her, hovering at the foot of her bed, was Lyla’s little yellow hologram.

Lyla glanced up at Margo nonchalantly, like this was just something she did every day. She teleported in front of Margo’s face, and the girl backed away slightly. “Hey.”

Margo was half-asleep and still totally confused. “Lyla? But- what you- does Miguel know you-“

Lyla waved Margo off, blowing a strand of pixelated hair from her face. “Let me see your watch.”

Margo frowned. “Why? It’s useless.”

“Just give it to me.”

Blinking, Margo slipped the watch from her wrist and placed it before Lyla. She didn’t exactly know what Lyla was doing as the AI murmured to herself, teleporting several different times around the watch, but suddenly the formerly darkened device had lit up again, a chime sounding from it as its screen lit up.

Lyla nodded, more to herself than Margo. “Your watch is unlocked.”

“It’s- what?” Margo looked disbelievingly from Lyla to the glowing watch, then back at Lyla. Wordlessly she took it, fiddling with its functions; it was fully restored. Questioningly she glanced up at Lyla, who held up a hand before she could say anything.

“Obviously you can’t just show up at the Society or Miguel will notice you, so I’m not sure how useful this thing will be till your probation is up. But you’ll be able to contact other Spider-People, and travel to other dimensions again without glitching. Clearly you’ve been thinking about that Miles guy, so I guess you’ll be wanting to look for him.”

Margo laughed a little sheepishly. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“Oh, yeah- um. Miguel doesn’t know I came here, so it’d be great if you didn’t tell him I was here.” Lyla gave Margo a slightly mischievous smirk.

Margo nodded, a slow smile spreading across her face. “You got it.”

“Great! See you around.” Lyla gave her a brief wave before vanishing.

Margo stared at the empty space Lyla had left for a moment with the ghost of a smile on her face. After her argument with Miguel and her punishment she hadn’t felt good at all about the whole situation with Miles, but now she was thinking that perhaps she wasn’t as alone as she had thought.

Her smile grew bigger as she sat up and took the watch, slapping it onto her wrist.

There was a job to do.

#gwen across the spiderverse #across the spider verse fanart #atsv fanfic #across the spiderverse #margo kess #spider byte #miguel o hara #atsv headcanons #atsv fics #atsv fanfiction #atsv writing #miles morales #angst #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman

[mxtxfanatic]

Hi 👋. Saw your recent take on how fandom interpret MQ. And I would to here your thoughts about him being the tsundere people try to make him out to be.

MQ trying to make it up to XL when really FX was the only one still sincere. I've only read up to vol. 4 and reread vol. 1 and 2 to get a better look at details. But there are some concerning lines that even XL noticed. Like MQ seems excited at the prospect of XL becoming this mass murder during the Guoshi FangXin reveal. Even the first introductions in the book was him mocking XL's helpful nature.

"Mu Qing’s eyes were glimmering, however, and his restrained shock contained a faint underlying excitement." TGCF Vol. 2 chapter 18

"Since his third ascension, there could only be one phrase to describe the way Mu Qing treated him: passive-aggressive. It always felt like he was waiting for Xie Lian to get booted for the third time so he could make snide remarks. Yet now that Xie Lian might actually get booted that third time, he suddenly became pleasant—he even came specially to deliver medication. This complete reversal in attitude made Xie Lian feel quite disconcerted." TGCF Vol.2 chapter 19

Even XL was freaked out by MQ acting nice to him.

"Mu Qing suddenly asked, “Was everything Lang Qianqiu said true? Did you really kill those Yong’an royals?”

Xie Lian looked up and met his gaze. Even if Mu Qing had been forcibly hiding it, Xie Lian still detected a trace of uncontrollable excitement in his eyes. He seemed highly interested in the details of Xie Lian’s massacre at the Gilded Banquet—he followed with another question.

“How did you kill them?” TGCF Vol. 2 chapter 19

And after XL half lied about his involvement.

"Feng Xin paled. Mu Qing loathed that expression of his the most and said in annoyance, “All right, put that face away. After everything, for who are you looking so pained?”" TGCF vol. 2 chapter 19

I'm not reading this wrong to think MQ is just a very entitled b****** that got high on his position of power and is looking down on XL for coming from a place which is lower than what most people would go through? Is it appropriate for me to interpret him being downright hostile and reveling in XL's disgrace? Because the stans take for MQ questionable character is bothering me a lot. He is not some prickly cat with a soft heart. He is sharp thorns all the way inside and a heart colder than most.

Unless something changes in further volumes I haven't read which is unlikely. Considering MXTX penchant for consistent character writing.

Thoughts?

Something does change about Mu Qing’s character near the end of the novel, but it’s just character growth. You aren’t misreading any of his actions in the earlier parts of the story. What kills me is that yes, Mu Qing is a terrible person who is petty and jealous and insecure and thinks that the only problem with hierarchy is that he isn’t at the top, but he changes and people ignore that! In the best interest of not introducing spoilers, I will say that Mu Qing does explicitly, using clear language, acknowledge his mistakes and how wrong he was about how he viewed Xie Lian and his treatment of the other man. He acknowledges this on his own under no threat and with no prompting. And people ignore this because it does not fit into their perception of Mu Qing as either right or at least well-meaning. He is neither of those things. He knows it. Xie Lian knows it. But he can be those things if he puts effort into it, and for all people call me a hater about his character (which, yeah lol), I for one think he tries by the end.

So no, Mu Qing isn’t a tsundere because he’s not being mean or rude or petty to those he loves to hide a mushy middle. He’s doing it because he thinks he is right to and that eventually people will see that he is right. The story does not agree he is right and duly punishes him for his fuckery, and he changes into a better person who is actually nicer to his friends because he wants to be their friends and not their superiors. That’s his character.

#tgcf asks #anon #and yeah mq was weirdly happy about the idea of xl committing a massacre #he is weirdly obsessed with the idea of xl going on a killing spree #cause he hasn’t gotten over xl telling HIM that genociding the people of yong’an just because they were fighting them was wrong #but don’t worry #mq gets what’s coming to him #i hope you enjoy that part when the volume drops anon

[ladybonheur]

Why I am so let down by live action Bumi

Let me start by saying this: Utkarsh Ambudkar is a hell of an actor. He nailed Bumi's mannerisms and brought this character to life in a way that I had previously thought impossible. I couldn't be happier about how the played the character and he is now the Bumi in my heart as much as the animated one.

My issue with Bumi in the ATLA live action series is (as many of my issues with this series are) the writing. And how Bumi was made much more callous and sometimes even cruel than his animated counterpart. I am not talking about his "tough love" approach to Aang and trying to teach him a lesson about how in war we must make impossible choices. This was a change, yes, but not necessarily a bad one; the message works, it makes sense. My problem is with how it was delivered and how Bumi interacts with people, including people other than Aang.

So let's back up a little. We meet Bumi and soon after he starts yelling a series of strange ingredients before clarifying it is for tea. So here the viewer is introduced to a bit of his eccentricity. So far so good.

The tea arrives, it tastes terrible because of the ingredients Bumi himself chose. His reaction? Throw the glass on the floor, yell and the servant, and send him away rudely with simply a wave of his hand.

That was the first time that I was appalled by the live action Bumi. Because he was terribly rude, if not cruel, to a servant. For no reason other than establishing to the viewers "hey, this guy is kinda crazy right?". But of course, there are tons of ways of doing that without taking it out on the servants. So here we are given the impression that, besides being "kinda crazy", Bumi is also downright mean to those who are under his authority. Which is (1) not developed further, (2) not even acknowledged, and (3) entirely in contrast with the Bumi we see in the animated series.

Moving on to the feast. Unlike the animated series, Sokka and Katara are absent in this scene. But instead of having only Bumi and Aang share the meal, we have a lot of well-dressed people who laugh at whatever Bumi says and seem to have no idea what's going on. What is their purpose there? Are they nobles? Rich merchants? Palace staff? Why is Bumi entertaining them? We don't know. Nothing is said about, they are never acknowledged. They are just there. But their mere presence raises a bunch of questions about worldbuilding and characterization.

Can Bumi really spare his resources to offer these people a lavish meal when his city is going through a rough period and attacks against civilians are made on the streets in broad daylight? Are they connections that he needs to keep happy? Is this serving a greater objective? Does he simply not care?

And I am asking these questions because of Bumi's main characteristic, the one we see highlighted throughout the animated series: he's a genius. A mad genius. Yes, some of his actions seem random and difficult to comprehend but when we look back, they have all been extremely calculated and served a greater goal. We see that especially in season 2, when he apparently does nothing to contain the Fire Nation's taking over Omashu. So what is his goal in giving these people attending the feast privileges when the city is in such a dire situation? We don't know and probably never will because, again, the presence of these people is not even acknowledged. This is a stark contrast to the animated series, when we see only Team Avatar sharing the meal with Bumi. We see no mention of nobles or privileged classes in the animated series' Omashu. Simply put, in the animated series we are not given any indication that Bumi is the kind of king that cares about social privileges. So why would he care in the live action series? And if he does, doesn't that go against his whole "war is hard, tough choices" speech?

Lastly, there is the way he talks to Aang about the air nomads. Yes, I understand that he was trying to rile Aang up and later teach him a lesson about the cruelty of war. Which is why he starts by saying that it must have been nice to be frozen in ice for 100 years. But then Aang mentions the genocide against the air nomads. Bumi's reply?

This is more than just riling Aang up. To me, this is belittling an entire people that was decimated. He could have pushed Aang's without making fun of his people - could have talked about how Aang "abandoned" them, how Aang never had any sense of responsibility. But he turns the killing of air nomads into a joke. This goes beyond establishing Bumi as eccentric or tough. At least to me, this is cruel.

And the fact remains that the Bumi in the animated series was never cruel. Even when we don't know his true identity and still think that he might be an antagonist. And in the end, when everything is revealed, we learn that Sokka and Katara were never in real danger. There are some lines that animated Bumi never crossed. Live action Bumi? We don't see that kind of care. Actually, the callousness that he shows in these scenes gives me the impression that he might, in fact, be willing to put innocent people in danger to teach Aang a lesson. Anyway, that is a subjective impression but it does not change the fact that live action Bumi was (1) cruel to people under his authority; (2) apparently favouring rich people with lavish meals when his city was struggling; and (3) making callous jokes about a people who were victims of a genocide. And I didn't like the Bumi that did those things. I didn't like it at all. That is not my Bumi.

#atla #natla #avatar #netflix avatar #aang #bumi #omashu

[transflynnscifo]

'd like to hear about the lyrics in unfriendly hater :o

you don't want to know how long i spent writing this

So actually given I’m not good enough at Japanese yet, I cannot analyze this fully in a way I want to, but I still want to talk about the way the song’s lyrics are written.

Firstly, for the sake of being able to follow along, I would suggest looking at the full lyrics. I used the ones here (sorry there wasn't a link outside fandom wiki :/)

also putting under cut for the sake of how long this beast is.

To start with, there are two speakers/singers present in the song, that take turns to sing, and sing together during the chorus. Even from a quick glance at the lyrics it is easy to note that the line distribution is 1:1. Neither singer is prioritized over the other. From this point on I will refer to them as the delinquent and the honor student, if not referred together.

Politeness marked by usage of pronouns

It is extremely important to note the way in which the both of them speak to one another. Japanese has a somewhat strict marker for when someone speaks formally or informally. Even from personal experience, I have been told that in most cases, the informal variants are considered rude when used with most people. Anime and manga tends to show characters who speak in such ways, ranging between being very casual to downright rude. Such a distinction is often lost in English translation due to the formal you blending with singular and plural variations of you.

Okay, so how can one tell if someone is speaking rudely in Japanese? From what I’ve noticed, a lot of it seems to depend on inflections and how people end their sentences. Another indicator is in the sentences’ and their presence of pronouns. In English, for example, we will readily use you when talking directly to someone. In Japanese, speaking in second person is not the same. Once again, due to formality, people who speak directly to each other, are familiar with each other, but are not close, tend to avoid usage of words such as あなた (read: “anata”, means “you”). Instead, they would use the other speaker’s name as if they are being referred to in third person. Here is an example in a literal translation:

A: Hello, B!

B: Hello! Did A do the homework?

A: Yes, I did!

Such an exchange seems odd in English, but is perfectly functional in Japanese.

Now, let’s take a look at the lyrics and note how the singers speak to one another.

The delinquent uses 君 (read: “kimi”) when speaking to the honor student at the start of the song. Now, 君 in this case, when looked at in the dictionary, is a variation of “you” that can be used when speaking to a friend (usually done by a guy). So the delinquent, already assumes familiarity.

In the chorus, both of them switch to お前 (read: “omae”) to use with each other, which is marginally ruder than the previous. Now, I only perceived it as ruder due to personal experience of blorbos using those Japanese pronouns with each other, but I have a website that confirms my idea:

“Basically, kimi, just like omae, implies a certain level of intimacy when used. The difference between kimi and omae is that when omae is used and the intimacy is unwarranted, people can find it blatantly rude. But when kimi is used and the intimacy is unwarranted, people find it condescending.“ (https://www.japanesewithanime.com/2017/08/anata-omae-kimi-kisama-meaning.html)

Also, I have to apologize. I don’t know verb inflections well enough to comment on how they are used in the text. I can imagine some ideas can be inferred, but I actually don’t want to talk out of my ass about this, so instead I encourage the guidance of a better Japanese speaker than me o7

Rhythm and Melody

A last technicality needs to be mentioned before moving on. Japanese doesn’t use an alphabet where each sign is one letter, but instead, as I understand it, most sounds are syllables (with the exception of vowels). One kana, for instance, equals one syllable.

Obviously, when it comes to lyrical texts, such as poems and songs, creative liberties are always taken for the sake of… rhyme and rhythm! In order for such a piece of writing to be melodic and memorable, the writer painstakingly works with their language in order to craft something beautiful. In the case of songs, the reason people can get songs stuck in their heads is clever usage of rhyme and rhythm in a song. And this song has a lot of it, but not in the poppy sense.

Instead, this song incorporates the very language it uses and repeats sentence structure in order to cause a mirror and a closing cycle of the song.

Analyzing the brunt of the song based on repetition

1. Instances that are similar but are not the chorus:

The first example that I want to look at and compare come from the following two points of a song: the first verse and the second verse

何回言っても聞く耳持たない

不勉強アウトサイダー

廊下全力ダッシュそこの君止まりなさい

だから止まりなさい

あーうるさいなんだよ 急いでんだよ

わざわざ暇なんで���か？

��もいないしこれぐらいいいだろ

君に構う暇はないからじゃあね

This part opens with the honor student singing, with the delinquent responding. The honor student, bluntly said, fires the first attack against the delinquent. The delinquent responds, though he doesn’t exactly fire back besides explaining himself that he’s harmless.

一体なんの為になるのやら

ド勤勉真面目ヤクザ

少しルール破ったぐらいでキレすぎだろ

ほんとしつこいわー

あーほらまたやってるまた破ってる

学習してないようで

シャツも出てるわネクタイ緩いわで

親の顔が見てみたいもんですな

Here, the start of the second verse swaps the order. Delinquent sings first, aiming an attack on the honor student’s honor, but instead of defending himself, the honor student attacks back.

The reason these two segments fit together is actually caught when listening to them in the song. The melody in both instances is similar, hence, there is an intent to mirror how they, well, jab each other.

The second example comes from the first pre-chorus, and the third pre-chorus:

ねえねえちょっと聞いてんの

風紀を乱すなって言ってんの

あーはいはいもうわかりました

まー聞く気はないけどね

-

ねえねえちょっと聞いてんの

頭に血でも上っちゃってんの

あーはいはいもう分かりました

もうブチ切れちゃうからね

Now, THIS! Though the speakers are swapped, the first and third lines are the same, word for word. But let’s focus elsewhere and count the syllables for the 2nd and 4th lines: 13 and 11 respectively! How do I know this? Well, I know this because I can read the kana. The romaji, however, helps us here too (especially with the kanji as there is no furigana for me to work with. Can you tell I’m a beginner)

Lines 2 and 4 in 1st pre-chorus:

fuu-ki o mi-da-su na-t-te i-t-ten no

ma-a ki-ku ki wa na-i ke-do ne

Lines 2 and 4 in 3rd pre-chorus:

ata-ma* ni chi de-mo no-bo-c-cha-t-ten no

mo-u bu-chi-gi-re-cha-u ka-ra ne

*this is a kanji in the Japanese line and combines two syllables

2. Unique instances outside the chorus (parts that have no “mirror”)

The second pre-chorus:

あーそうですかい

今度したら絶対許しません

This instance specifically follows after the honor student “fires” back, as opposed to the first verse where the delinquent does not outright fight back, but shrugs off the nagging with excuses.

Bridge:

ヘイヘイ坊っちゃん捕まえてごらんなさい

だから廊下は走るなって何回言えば

なあどうした優等生負けを認めますか

どうやら全く反省してないようですね

This moment occurs before the last pre-chorus, where it’s the delinquent’s turn to provoke the honor student, which directly leads to the mirror from the pre-chorus instances.

Okay, so what purpose do these serve? Honestly, to break up the rhythm while still keeping the melodicity of the song.

3. The three chorus

First two have 4-5 lines of text, with the third one going up to 7 due to a unique structure altogether.

1:

いやほんと

お前なんかめっちゃ嫌いだ！

怒っちゃってんのあーらざまみろ

いや絶対に俺の方が上って言って競ってまたギラギラ

2:

いやほんと

お前なんかめっちゃ嫌いだ！

怒っちゃいるが笑顔は隠せない

いや絶対に仲良くとかしないって言って睨んでまたゲラゲラ

3:

ありったけ全部巻き込んでドタバタ 破壊転倒非行でめちゃくちゃ もう一切のものは見ずに一つの敵と戦うのだ いやマジでお前なんかめっちゃ嫌いだ！ この先もずっとずっと嫌いだ！ んで制裁食らって 仲直りって言った五秒後にはメラメラ

On the text, I want to note the usage of onomatopoeia to close off all three instances, and all of them are essentially go like this: []ra[]ra, with the ‘ra’ sound repeating.) (the green is marked with a reason. They're marked with red.

If you were to look at the romaji and/or translation, it’s obvious that certain instances of the song here would repeat.

But now, I want to note how special the third chorus is in the backdrop of the first two. As the song progresses, the listener witnesses the reveal that the two speakers/singers are in fact close friends/rivals with an odd dynamic that still indicates that they DO like each other’s company despite butting heads. They enforce their “hatred” for each other in the start of first and second chorus.

In the third chorus though, this part is missing. The chorus opens up with different lines! And just when the third line finishes off, when the previous chorus would begin to wrap up, the singers remember to enforce their hatred for each other! So much so that they enforce it even in the 5th line! All this is sung while they are at their happiest during the song. It’s like an insistence that they both know seems to be untrue. The hatred lines are marked in green.

Closing thoughts

Now, I do want to throw in a few assumptions based on my observations and the "flashback" sequence in the mv.

-I think the honor student is definitely more aggressive in responses, while the delinquent is more relaxed (even in his attacks). Part of it can be attributed to the fact that the honor student seems to be more easily riled up, while also harboring frustrations for what appears to have been some form of estrangement.

-The general dynamic that I want to mention is that people who get straight As can sometimes... get inflated egos. And with someone like the delinquent who clearly seems to not be doing the best, you can see that maybe part of him not firing back as aggressively as the honor student may be that he know what fights to continue? He's generally more lax but it could also be him not wanting to fully engage. Yet he knows when to be a bastard, but his way of engaging with the honor student is different. It could also be because Im gonkba

Anyway I’m not a pro at this, and I don’t claim to say anything groundbreaking. I mostly wanted to overexplain the parts I like the most. Thanks for reading

#woe joystick be upon ye #how the fuck do i tag this #this is ok to reblog #if at any instance im saying smth wrong about japanese please correct me

[far-side-skies]

Hi, this ask is your excuse to talk about, Mycellium the Darkwalker

Ooh yes, this'll be fun :3

So Darkwalker is actually named after a video game character. I play a winter apocalypse survival game called The Long Dark which focuses very heavily on realism, but it has a challenge mode called "Escape the Darkwalker" that originally started as a Halloween event. The aim of the challenge is to survive as long as possible while this invisible, horrific force of nature constantly follows you across the frozen wilderness and not even hiding away in a house in the rare remains of civilisation can stop it from getting at you. Either you die from cold, hunger or thirst first, or Darkwalker gets you.

According to promo art it looks like this

Mycelium is slightly less malignant though. As a Champion, they are one of several who embodies death (others include Midnight Son and Wandering Sun). The 'god' of death is known as Decay, and it's the embodiment of time, erosion, fading memories and death. It's technically unfathomable, but I picture it looking like talking roadkill.

But back to Mycelium, they are effectively a nature spirit who focuses on paving the way for new life after death. More often than not they're covered in mushrooms and musty, decaying furs, and they smell like a compost heap. They were rather kooky, but overall quite chill unless you disrespect the sanctity of nature in some way, such as by littering. Clean up after yourself. And don't be mean to possums or raccoons, or any other 'trash' animal.

In the modern day though, they're not quite as friendly. On our side of Atmos, there's a Terra once known as Londras, known for its snowy landscape and beautiful forests. An... incident involving Sky Knights getting into a fight in the crystal mines lead to the whole Terra being split open, exposing the core and causing the land to plummet into a deadly arctic winter. Unbeknownst to anyone there, Darkwalker had been hibernating in the crystal core for milennia, and the sudden rude awakening has left them hostile to people and downright feral. Survivors of this localised winter apocalypse know better than to get in their way, and the storms surrounding this Terra often crash passing ships into its surface, leaving poor unfortunate souls to attract Darkwalker's wrath.

Maybe one day they'll calm down, but until then, Londras is known as Wintermute.

And that's what I have so far. I do actually have an idea for a fic involving Piper, Dark Ace and Darkwalker, but I have no idea when it'll be written.

Thank you for all the Champion questions, Peregrine!! These were a lot of fun to answer, it's not often I get to compile all the stuff I've infodumped about in private on Discord to share with Tumblr.

#ask: answered #princess-peregrine #storm hawks #storm hawks headcanons #storm hawks lore #sunny's headcanons #sunnyverse headcanons #sunnyverse lore #sunny's storm hawks headcanons #storm hawks headcanon #queue-mulus

[asachuu]

Paul "I'm not going outside for 6 years bc my partner is the only one i want to see" Verlaine doesn't actually grieve his partner trust me guys asachuu said so

Paul "I'm so sorry rimbaud now that you're gone I'm so terribly sad" Verlaine

my brother in christ asachuu can you actually read!!!!

-rimbaudthursday (sadly still blocked :( )

Um…anon…? I’ll scratch this up to an honest mistake, but…

You are aware that in the very same sentence I do acknowledge his grief post-epilogue, plus that is something I’ve never denied once, I’ve spoken about it multiple times as well, right?

Also, you are aware that I’m talking about every single thing happening pre-epilogue, in which— I’m not sure if we’ve read the same novel, but I’d like to sincerely believe you’ve accidentally skipped over what I quite obviously meant and downright said— Paul explicitly states himself that he hated Arthur, which is then further told to us on multiple occasions, and thanked Chuuya for bringing upon Arthur’s death, all which happened following his betrayal and Arthur’s “first” death…right?

To put it very simply:

Yes, Paul does indeed grieve his partner very deeply, regretting his actions more than anything, AFTER THE EPILOGUE OF STORMBRINGER.

BEFORE THE EPILOGUE OF STORMBRINGER, he does not— in fact, he does the exact opposite, expresses his disdain for Arthur in both words and actions many times, and this is what I’m referring to back in that post— I have absolutely no reason to be talking about Paul’s feelings at the very end when it’s absolutely irrelevant to covering his entire past with Arthur, in which it could not be made more clear those are not his feelings yet.

Additionally, on the chance you’re trying to make an argument of Paul carrying the grief with him up until the epilogue in which it’s made clear even to the audience— I don’t know if this is your opinion, of course, but I’ll say it regardless, just in case that’s what you were aiming at— you wouldn’t believe me saying this, but there is, canonically, at least some hesitation and grief in Paul’s mind shown to us right before he pulls the trigger on Arthur, but that’s where it ends for the time being, until the epilogue. Whether or not Paul somehow “secretly carried it around”, which…I can’t say I haven’t seen people claim already, would not only be downright impossible to tell with his constant reminders that yes, he did, in fact, hate Arthur, but also, it would change absolutely nothing about his behavior if it clearly had no influence on it— before the epilogue, I’ll remind you— when he still betrayed his partner, still expressed his joy over Arthur’s death, still spoke harshly of him on multiple occasions throughout the entirety of Stormbringer and still was the reason his late partner died sincerely believing he was never doing enough for Paul and he was the one in the wrong the whole time, among other ways he behaved extremely coldly towards Arthur that render any potential hidden guilt in his heart completely irrelevant, because none of it softened, let alone prevented a single thing he’d ever done.

Now, anon, I very much don’t find any use in being rude to anyone, but I do have to say, since you’ve been so kind and sweet to me first— and please take this in the most neutral, non-personal way you can— before you question whether I can read or not, in the case this wasn’t a simple, innocent mistake of yours at all, could you please find out the answer to this question about yourself first? While I will gladly explain what I’m talking about to you if you need more clarification on it, albeit I would be much happier to do so for a polite request rather than anything you’ve sent me so far, if you’ll deliberately ignore half of my words in the exact same sentence you must have read to even come up with this, I won’t be able to try to correct or explain it to you even if I do so fifty times, because you could easily just cherry-pick whatever you want to read yourself out of my words while discarding the whole rest again.

Nevertheless, with all that being said…to answer your question properly, yes, I believe I am able to read, thank you very much for asking. 💕

#I really don’t know what else to tell you #admittedly I just woke up so I hope I was able to clarify this properly #in case it somehow wasn’t clear before #ask #anon #bungou stray dogs #bsd fifteen #bsd storm bringer #bsd stormbringer #bsd arthur rimbaud #bsd paul verlaine #rimlaine #asachuu

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Can you answer me this … I’m not trying to be mean or rude or come at anyone but it just seems that in this fandom(Hotd, Ewan nation , idk so much tgc but I digress) if your not a great fic writer or friends with one you don’t get much interaction . I’ve seen a lot of people saying that they feel they aren’t part of the fandom and that people need to interact with writers more and I agree we should all be motivating each other and pumping each other up but it just seems like a high school with the popular (writers ) are the top and the nerds or regular kids let’s just say are everyone else and those regular kids are all going crazy trying to get the popular ones to notice . It’s just I can’t speak for everyone but for me ever since I was a child I’ve always wanted to feel a sense of belonging and I’ve struggled to have that ( I hate that I’m gonna say this but there’s a reason this is anon) I don’t have that many friends irl and what I do have aren’t into the same things I am so I don’t have people to talk with …I come on here and find the Hotd fandom but it’s the same thing ignored … I’ve tired what people have suggested and yet nothing … I get it’s me for some stuff yes people have real lives and that trumps this absolutely but again I just feel like I did as a child watching everyone make friends and have a group and then me alone with no one . Anyway thanks for letting me rant

no please feel free to use this space, anon or not, to rant. I’m more than happy to make this blog an open forum in this fandom.

tbh, I 100% get you nonnie. in reality, none of my close friends watch the show nor even know of the universe so it’s kind of frustrating that I can’t speak to them about it when I want to. hence why, tumblr is my safe haven or so it should be…

it’s hard to dictate how other people behave, a hard pill to swallow we can’t control what others say or do, even if it’s downright bullying and harassment. and I won’t deny that it does affect how you interact and engage, it affects how you see yourself and your own self worth, which is shit. no random stranger on the internet should make you feel anything less… hence why, stepping away I feel can be beneficial, just for your own sanity. I do believe, particularly in this fandom (considering I’ve been in many) that the cliquey and high school mean girl behaviours are so evident here, and it’s just astonishing since it’s predominantly adults… I’m not saying I’m perfect or flawless, but I at least can say with confidence I try to make this space as welcoming as possible and to be a decent human being, at the very least.

and I hate the advice people give to “just ignore it” or to “write for you”… it’s easier said than done. and feeling like you’re being constantly belittled and neglected is not okay, and no one should ever invalidate your feelings.

please know my inbox/messages are open, if you need to chat x it’s the very least I can do!

and keep your chin up. I don’t speak to alot of people if I’m being honest, but I’ve made just a handful of friends (seriously the number I can count on just one hand) and they mean the world to me. it’s the small things that count.

sending my love to you nonnie ❤️

#please be kind in a fandom space #it’s not hard to not be a dickhead #HOTD #HOTD fandom

[crippleprophet]

minirant: as a college student it annoys me to no end when students get a disability accomodation for a single and their sole disability that they apply for is anxiety. Is this unreasonable to be angry about? I think it's really frustrating because there are physically disabled students on my campus who often have trouble getting a single room but some students can just say their anxiety is disabling and get a single. Maybe it was how I was raised but it makes me want to say "get over it!"

hi! so i completely understand & relate to the frustration of the institutional ableism and lack of resources you & others at your school are experiencing, but i do feel that some of your frustration here is misdirected - absolutely not trying to say you shouldn’t be upset about difficulties for physically disabled students getting housing accommodations, just suggesting a different lens of viewing the issue. some of this might not be applicable to your university but just gonna mention a lot of factors that came to mind for me from experience, as they might be relevant to other readers :)

there might be factors outside of the control of any disabled students (physical disability, anxiety, or otherwise) affecting room decisions. at my undergrad, single rooms were more expensive, and some were in buildings that were inaccessible for other reasons. the access & accommodations office staff may be discriminating against physically disabled students through no fault of the students with anxiety. it may be a first come, first served situation. there may be other institutional policy at play (for example, at my undergrad seniors, even with single room accommodations, couldn’t get on-campus housing unless they had a certain scholarship). some students’ parents, doctors, or other support networks have greater leverage to make the school comply with their access needs. my undergrad didn’t let trans students room with strangers (which like, there are better ways to handle that, but i do think that decision is often necessary for safety). & so on

we don’t know all the disabilities or access needs of other people. anxiety being the only disability someone has diagnostic paperwork for, the only disability they discuss, or even the only disability they know about does not mean it’s the only disability they have. i firmly believe that people shouldn’t have to disclose their disabilities to the school to get accommodations, much less to me. and while not everyone with anxiety may need a single room, some people do, and that’s okay - and whether that’s a ‘real’ need or not shouldn’t be my (or the school’s!) call to make

scarcity is a conscious decision of the institution and not the fault of other disabled students. while yes, i definitely believe that some people are more disabled than others in that they experience more societal ableism and access barriers, someone shouldn’t deny themselves an accommodation they need on the off-chance that someone else out there needs it more. it’s the school’s job to provide accessible housing for all students, including single rooms for whatever students may need one, for whatever reason they may need one. your (and my! and most tbh) schools’ failure to do that is not the fault of students with anxiety - even if some of them actually are abusing the system

people with anxiety (including people with no disabilities other than anxiety) are my community members, my friends, and my allies, as i am theirs. again, i completely understand that some (even a lot!) of people with certain disabilities that are less stigmatized in certain contexts or experience fewer access barriers are often inconsiderate of my experiences, or downright rude about me being an immunocompromised mobility scooter user. it’s completely understandable and okay to be frustrated about those experiences of inter-community ableism. and i know some people with anxiety (as do some people with literally any disability) eschew identification with the disabled community. none of that means they don’t deserve to have their needs met, and i firmly believe that we are all more effective advocates, as well as more compassionate neighbors, when we work together to force institutions to provide enough resources for everyone

i appreciate your willingness to reflect on how your thoughts might stem from how you were raised, and i definitely struggle with catching myself assuming the kinds of barriers other people experience or minimizing experiences i don’t understand. what’s usually helpful for me is coming back to that t understanding of scarcity as manufactured - what resources am i lacking that are the root of my anger and fear? who has created that situation? who benefits from my energy being directed at other disabled people rather than the system?

it’s not a perfect or linear journey, but i’m trying, and i hope this offers some helpful things for you to think about. again, i’m so sorry about the institutional ableism you & others experience at your school, and i hope for a day when all of you receive the housing you need.

#asks #ableism #accommodations #ok to reblog if you want

[mitsuributmexican]

Cat and Mouse. Yandere!Mahito x Gender Neutral Reader

CW/TW: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, use of chloroform, chasing, things get a bit NSFW at the end, transfiguration of others, mentions of others being killed, M A H I TO being M A H I T O.

Ever since the curse known as Mahito had gotten an interest in you, your life had never been normal. Mahito had met you after you bumped into him. Not only were you able to see him, but you talked to him as if he was human. Most people who can see him immediately sense something off about him and steer clear from him. You were walking back to your house from running some errands and bumped into him, banging your head against his face. After you got over the short-lived shock of bumping into someone, you frantically apologized.

“Sir I’m sorry about that, are you alright?” you asked.” How cute~” he thought to himself. “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine, are you alright?” he asked, to which you responded with “Yes”. “I better get going, so have a good day!” you exclaimed, continuing your walk back home. “They weren’t nervous or rude when talking to me. Most people feel the cursed energy I radiate and panic. How interesting. I’ll keep an eye on them.” he quietly said to himself. What started as a random fascination about you quickly spiraled and escalated into something more.

Mahito became obsessed with you. He knew everything about you. He’s been watching you every day and has every little thing about you memorized. Your routine, your sleeping habits, even the gross things like how often you drool while sleeping.” Is this what humans call love?” Mahito asked himself. He thinks it is, forget that he knows it is.

He loves you and this will never change. After a month or so of stalking you, he just needs to have you. He’ll keep you in his domain when he’s free and have Geto watch over you when he’s busy. He kidnaps you in your sleep. Stroking your hair and just downright staring at you for a few minutes before grabbing you. You obviously wake up and start screaming. However, chloroform can fix that! “There, there, calm down sweetheart, you’re alright.” he says as he presses the rag against your mouth and nose.

______________________________________________________________

Life with Mahito was humiliating and disturbing to say the least. He brought you flowers once only for you to look at the stems and realize the flowers were your friends and family transfigured. “Don’t you like them? They don’t need water or sun to keep them alive and they won’t rot for a long time!” he said cheerfully when he handed them to you. You once tried to escape and he not only let you get hope that you’d be free by letting you run for a bit, but made you wear a collar and walk on all fours for a week as punishment. Every time he does something nice for you there’s a catch. He brought you your favorite food, you have to eat it out of his hand, he took you on a date, he transfigured and killed everyone where he took you. I think you get the point.

Mahito is certainly frustrated when after a few months you keep resisting him. He’s tried his best and made sure you have the best life he can give you, what else do you want? All he wants is to kill all humans and turn you into a curse so you can rule beside him! That’s not much to ask for! So why are you making this so hard?

One day he caught you trying to escape for the 10th time now. This was getting boring. He grabbed you so you couldn’t get away. You thrash around in his arms and try to fight your way out of his grasp. You also bit and scratched at him. Mahito throws you down on the ground. Once you stand up, you notice the impatient look on his face.

“You want to act like an animal and bite me and scratch me? By all means go ahead. Just know that the animal you are is a pathetic little mouse, making me a cat that hunts weak mice like you.” he says. You freeze up and wonder what he means by this. “I can tell you’re already questioning what I just said, so I’ll explain before you question me. It seems you want to leave me, so go ahead.”  he says. You can’t believe it, “Are you serious?” you ask him. “Yes.” he states, allowing you to run.

You run as fast as you can until Mahito grabs you roughly on your shoulder. “But I never said I wouldn’t try to stop you.” he says into your ear, causing you to shiver. “You get 1 minute to run. Hide from me successfully for 10 minutes and freedom is yours. Get caught and you permanently belong to me.” he says. He lets go of your shoulder, with you running as fast as possible. You run straight ahead and frantically try to find somewhere to hide. You settle on a run down building.

“3... 2...1. Ready or not here I come~” he says. First, he looks in bushes, kicking them and throwing them into the air. Then, he looks through some trees, scanning them up and down and shaking them. Finally he looks in ditches, tossing transfigured corpses in there before looking in them. “Hmm, they’re no where to be found, they might actually get a chance of winning.” he says. “But not if I can help it.” he thinks to himself.

30 seconds left. “I might actually win this!” you think amongst yourself. You hear footsteps coming. Shit. You frantically leave the building and search for a new hiding spot. You see a cave up head. You run towards it with all your speed, fumbling through the darkness. With a few seconds left, you celebrate your victory early. 

That is until you feel a pair of arms pull you close. “Caught you. There were still 10 seconds left.” Mahito says. You don’t even say anything until you get pinned against the wall so you’re facing Mahito. Out of anger, you start screaming. As loud as you can too. After 2 screams, Mahito rolls his eyes. Getting closer and shoving his tongue in your mouth to shut you up.

He pulls away once he feels you’re out of breath. “This means you belong to me forever now.”  He says smirking at you with a trail of saliva connecting your lips. 

Stupid mice, always falling for the traps set up for them.

#mahito #yandere #yandere mahito #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #mahito x reader #yandere fanfiction #yandere fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #yandere jjk #mod mitsuri #mod mitsuri writes

[hannahhook7744]

Rick Ratcliffe Headcanons Revised;

His full name is Richard "Rick" Perseus Ratcliffe. Yes, he's sorta named after his dad's pug. He knows this and pointing it out will only earn you a black eye

He is three years older than Mal.

He has a baby pug named Prometheus.

He gets along with the Native Americans and the settlers' kids when the barrier is brought down.

One time, during a very violent storm, Sammy fell overboard and Rick jumped in after him and saved him.

Funnily enough, he saves his friends and random kids from drowning alot.

So much so that his friends have started joking that he's a regular John Smith. They call the act itself 'John-Smithing'. Rick hates it.

He roughhouses rather violently with his friends/crew mates for fun, mainly Clay.

They call it 'Extreme Roughhousing'. It's become kind of a sport on the isle.

One time while roughhousing with Clay, he went a little...overboard.. and Clay ended up going through a 2 story window. Clay was fine besides a few cuts and bruises, surprisingly, but Rick couldn't stop apologizing for it and felt very guilty. Still does.

It doesn't help that Clay keeps fondly bringing it up.

He's apart of the Gaston twins' hunting club as well as Harriet's crew and Diego's band.

He plays the drums, if you're curious.

He likes reading, firing off rifles, target practice, ships, sword-fighting, swimming, sailing, playing games (mainly cards), sports, and partying.

He and Mad Maddy are an item.

They rarely fight but when they do you better duck and cover.

He owns a pistol key chain that Maddy actually got for him.

He usually gifts her dolls.

His crush on her developed till they were 15.

Maddy's developed around the same time.

His dad often forces him to fight him when he gets pissed off and Rick has gotten hurt several times during these battles. And has several scars to show for it.

He never beats his dad during these battles and it pisses him off.

He's a bit of an introvert.

no matter how much he denies being ANYTHING like his father, it is obvious that he does take after him in some aspects.

He can be vain, persuasive, rude, arrogant, calculative, selfish/greedy, sarcastic, and downright ruthless at times (just like his father).

But he's also calm, cool, and collected most of the time and cares for others (mainly children and his friends). He's protective and not afraid to call people out on their shit, and he's willing to put his own needs and wants aside for those he cares about.

He wears old, worn-out, black and new England blue (a color) sneakers as well as torn-up black skinny jeans, and a new England blue tshirt with a golden pug and two silver, crossed swords on it. He also wears (fake) gold dud earrings, a silver nose ring, and a reddish-pink jacket that he insists is not pink.

He's embarrassed by his dad's feminine attire and his behavior in general, so he tries his best to distance himself from him (which doesn't always work).

However, just because he's embarrassed by it doesn't mean he won't fight anyone who mocks his little brother, Rory, for these same attire.

In Harriet's crew along side him are Claudine Frollo, LeFou Deux, Big Murph, Mad Maddy, Anthony Tremaine, Jade of Agrabah, Diego de Vil, Ginny Gothel, Clay Clayton, Sammy Smee, and the Gaston twins.

His best female friend and surrogate sister is Claudine Frollo.

His best male friend is Clay Clayton.

He gave Lee (Lefou Deux) the shovel talk when he found out about him and Claudine.

He's two years older than Claudine and a year older than Lee so it was a necessary thing to do.

Even if one was happy with him for it.

Rory is 5 years youner.

He looks after his brother and other children of Ratcliffe's men (that got sent to the isle). Like Wyatt Wiggins.

He loves his pug and his father's pug very much.

He hates hats and will never wear one. Except for Maddy and Claudine. And Rory. And Rachel. and the kids of his father's former crewmen.

He also takes care of the honorary members of Harriet's crew because that's what friends are for.

It took him awhile to warm up to Lil Shang and Chaca when when they joined their crew because of how frequently they fought with Harriet. But he did warm up to them eventually.

Derek Dwarfson, on the other hand, he accepted immediately.

He misses Lil Yaz very, very much after his death.

He once saved Clay Clayton after he drowned in the pool. He's been on edge ever since around water. He can never relax after that.

He acts like he's fine though. Because he feels like he has to.

He's the sailing master of the crew.

He gets mad now when he's sees anyone drinking near water.

And he's keeps an extra close eye on Clay now.

He's scared he'll die again if he doesn't.

Rick is lactose intolerant much to his dismay.

His favorite song is 'Brittle Bones Nicky' by Rare Americans.

He also likes their song 'Black sheep'.

He picked up a nasty smoking habit from Maddy and Clay.

Rick secretly loves studying languages and other cultures but can't be as open about it as he'd like under the barrier.

He and Claudine grew up together, since their dads were friends. They have alot of shared trauma because of this.

Rick is mildy allergic to dog fur but his father didn't care so he got use to it.

His favorite book is 'White Fox' by Sara Faring.

Rick sucker-punched his dad once during family day.

It was the last time he ever saw his father.

His favorite card game is 'The Worst-case scenario'

His favorite gun is the Flintstone pistol.

He has a sister named "Rachel" who is 3 years younger than him.

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #rick ratcliffe #rick ratcliffe is done with his dad's crap #rick ratcliffe is a better man than his father #rick ratcliffe and clay clayton being bros #why rick ratcliffe and clay clayton are banned #rick ratcliffe deserves better #disney descendants books #descendants book characters #descendants books #descendants rick ratcliffe #disney descendants rick ratcliffe #rick ratcliffe is a good cousin figure #rick ratcliffe is a good brother figure #disney #harriet's pirate crew #my descendants headcanons #disney descendants headcanons #descendants headcanons

[tavina-writes]

Today I am thinking about the eternal blorbo, Huang Yaoshi from LOCH and just. God, what a guy. How could I ever possibly explain why I am so feral about him?

Especially thinking about these lines today:

Ouyang Feng said with a laugh, “Xiong-di left for the west this morning and took a rest at a schoolhouse. I heard this rotten scholar teach the students to be loyal ministers and filial sons. Xiong-di loathes hearing such things, so I killed this rotten scholar. You and I are the Eastern Heretic and the Western Poison, we both are of the same kind.” Then he let out a long laugh. Huang Yaoshi’s face changed, he said, “All my life, I always respect loyal ministers and filial sons.” Stooping down he dug a hole with his hand, buried that man’s head, and respectfully bowed three times. Ouyang Feng lost interest in him, but he laughed and said, “The Old Heretic Huang has enjoyed a false reputation, turns out he also adheres to propriety and etiquette.” Huang Yaoshi imposingly said, “Loyalty and being filial is integrity, it is not propriety and etiquette!”

The reason this sticks out to me SO MUCH is because. Well okay this is difficult to explain without going on 20 different tangents but:

1) Huang Yaoshi is heretical. He hates social customs, being polite, or bothering with people in general. He's downright rude to people about 99.5% of the time, and MOST of the time people simply have to put up with him because lolsob his martial arts are godly and his temper is horrible and he WILL kill you without blinking for being irritating to him.

BUT critically: 'loyalty and filial piety is integrity' and not propriety or etiquette. Being a loyal minister or a filial son is not a thing you are for show and what he HATES is people who do shit for show! Like his daughter, Huang Rong, Huang Yaoshi really admires and likes people who are genuinely committed to doing good even if he's PERSONALLY /hand wobble/ on how great being a good person is as a personal commitment.

2) This whole thing about 'loyal ministers and filial sons' things drives me INSANE in the context of HYS's backstory. Which is that his grandfather was a minister in the Song Government who defended General Yue Fei from being executed (this is widely considered unjust, both from a Chinese Folk History standpoint and inside the narrative of LOCH itself) and then Huang Yaoshi's grandfather was executed for speaking for Yue Fei in front of the emperor. After this, Huang Yaoshi's family was driven from their home in disgrace. Later, when he came of age, he refused to take the imperial exams and become a minister, he fought with his father and was disowned. This is how Huang Yaoshi ended up in the jianghu to begin with! He comes from a long lineage of rich (if slightly disgraced) literati. He clearly changed his name after he was disowned and left home -- 'yaoshi' means 'medicine teacher' and is NOT a real name you give your children lolsob. These experiences shaped his contempt for society and how he treats Huang Rong in the book (with all the love and attention and general acceptance of her character and life path that his father clearly never gave him.)

THIS is why I am so feral about that line.

He was never allowed to be either a loyal minister or a filial son.

AND YET, despite these experiences, some part of him still really respects people who want to be these things, who are these things, who can spend their time on this earth with integrity and honor.

There are of course, other reasons why I'm feral about him -- his horrible pathetic mental breakdowns, leaping to batshit conclusions, absolutely bonkers crimes, and depth of love for his spoiled conwoman princess have endeared him to me -- but this axis of cynicism and yet ADMIRATION for people who are NOT cynical. Just. yes.

#legend of the condor heroes #Huang Yaoshi #rs: daughter and dilf

[thesecretattic]

I can’t stop crying again my mind is too disturbed

I can’t even watch a funny movie the moment the background score becomes intense and all or anything which gets me excited or worked up anything other than a static/dormant position even emotionally gives me a sharp pain inside and rapid heartbeats I’ve become that tender and hypersensitive, all my muscles in the body go crazy and they start tremors/jerking, then I get cold and lifeless… this is like slow death. All this started cuz I saw too many deaths during Cov and no one was there to talk to and they did that 5th Mar incident right during Cov times on top of that I can’t think of someone I love loving someone else it’s just too much for me, nowadays sex is too easy for some people and for a few of us it’s downright impossible so it’s a scary thought, on top of that I was called a forcer for complaining about a lack of response/reply/blocking (which was for no reason at all, in fact he came to me first I didn’t even like his pics, he kept liking mine and he asked for my bb pin and all, after that he must have compared my pics or with others or my financial status cuz they want rich girls idk and he just started blocking and being rude, I’m not bitching about him but I can’t bear that scarlet letter or rapist tag, I’m a virgin… I can’t stop crying again my mind is too disturbed, if I would’ve been like that I would have said yes to hookups and flings, there were many handsome tv actors who were asking me for that but I wanted a proper relationship or friendship I’m not their subservient) so that has left a huge impact and n my mind now + all the insensitivity, when men are such its even more intimidating cuz they are very headstrong & ruthless and the world has become too bad so now I’m very shaken up from inside. I don’t know how I’ll make it, I can hardly do my regular activities… and there’s no way out, there’s no one for support (emotional) to make me feel like everything’s okay or I’m a normal person and maybe I wasn’t wrong, they were, idk I probably am… nor is Cov ending with every new year they release a new vari-ant - Zara Sauleh

[weeping-gospels]

oh boy here we go

—    basics.

▸     is your muse tall/short/average?

I’d say a bit taller than average. Humanoid form she’s 5’7. Full on Dhampiric beast is in the 7 foot range though.

▸     are they okay with their height?

She likes towering above people. It makes her feel powerful.

▸     what’s their hair like?

An unkept mane. Betty doesn’t care much to brush her hair because it’ll just poof out in tufts by the next hour anyway. She runs a business where she has to constantly move around, there’s no point in worrying about her appearance.

▸     do they spend a lot of time on their hair/grooming?

Nope. Same as above, she doesn’t care much about her appearance and neither does anyone else in Ubersreik. Why care about appearance when you’re either trying not to die, are already dead, or majority of the species don’t even know what the fuck basic hygiene even is?

▸     does your muse care about their appearance/what others think?

Absolutely not. In fact, when people call her terrifying or disgusting it just fuels her ego. Especially in her beast form. She’s also used to degradation from the skaven too, so that’s hardened her defenses as well.

—    preferences.

▸    indoors or outdoors?

She hardly ever leaves her keep.

▸    rain or sunshine?

Rain.

▸    forest or beach?

Deep woods.

▸    precious metals or gems?

Metals.

▸    flowers or perfumes?

Roses.

▸    personality or appearance?

Both.

▸    being alone or being in a crowd?

A crowd. Bitch is attention and touch starved.

▸    order or anarchy?

ANARCHY

▸    painful truths or white lies?

Painful truths. There’s no point in sugar coating what she thinks. She has a horrible habit of speaking before thinking.

▸    science or magic?

Both.

▸    peace or conflict?

Tends to go by the motto “not my circus, not my monkeys” . However, if it involves her keep or her guests, then absolutely conflict.

▸    night or day?

Night.

▸    dusk or dawn?

Dusk.

▸    warmth or cold?

Warmth. She’s always cold. Even with all the candles, she’s always cold.

▸    many acquaintances or a few close friends?

FRIENDS? WHAT FRIENDS OR ACQUAINTANCES? She takes care of a species that gives zero fucks about other people. Think what she may, Betty is relentlessly in solitude even in the company of others.

▸    reading or playing a game?

Studying and journaling.

—    questionnaire.

▸     what are some of your muse’s bad habits?

Beast mode. Speaking before thinking, being downright rude, hateful of nonskaven species, clings onto the past, dramatic, manipulative, plays mind games, likes to purposely creep people out, two faced.

▸     has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them?

Yes. Back before Betty became a Dhampir and even moved to Ubersreik she used to live in a far away place called Everhallow as a human bard / fighter. Naive and wanting to be a front liner to protect those around her, she would constantly push herself beyond the human limits to try and match the veteran folk there and actually be worth bringing along on quests — but was only told how weak and a liability she was due to having less experience. Her healing abilities were mediocre and her fighting was even worse off, leading people to die around her, which only furthered her self hatred and guilt. Bargaining to try and become a fae through dark craft never led her anywhere — nor did any research on spellwork or even curses to rid her of her human vessel. If she had power she would be more useful and be able to save those around her. Eventually, she became a shaman through a secret teaching of one of her family members, learning the paths of both healing and war. This was a great feat — but still not enough. Being a human in a realm filled with creatures, she was never powerful enough.

Betty also had a close friend nicknamed “Shamrock” — a ratling that was the head of the mages’ guild and a master in earth and poison magic. Shamrock was the first rat creature Betty ever knew. These two use the term “friend” very lightly. Ratlings are nearly the same as skaven — lack empathy, cannot properly understand positive emotions, only know how to scheme, survive, and fight. They were polar opposites. Shamrock was closed off, near apathetic, and mysterious. Betty was extremely empathetic, emotional, and a social butterfly. He’s left her for dead before to save his own skin. However, being as naive as she was, Betty always insisted there was a good side to him because he did tend to help other folk out and save lives from time to time. They did share good moments and he’s taught her how to harness her shamanic magic properly even if they did butt heads a lot and at the end of the day they’d put aside their major differences to fight side by side. Having grown up similarly with having to fight to survive and constantly being rejected by society due to her heritage, Betty found trust and home in Shamrock. Eventually, he was killed during the Moon of Ethali — a holiday akin to Halloween where the trickster, evil God cuts every magical user off from their god/goddess, filling the town with delirium, madness, and even going berserk from being unable to see the path. Strong monsters infiltrated Everhallow and slain many — taking the lives of even the strongest guardians, guards, and Shamrock. Watching him die when she was powerless to save him with spells that were nullified against such strong monsters, Betty was left sobbing and screaming, coated in his blood and desperately trying to revive him with healing that was never enough.

▸     what are some fond memories your muse has?

Every so often she’ll remember her human days. Being former best friends with a rogue, woodland elf and a cleric gnome, they’d call each other the “chaos gang” and cause all sorts of mischief. Betty was known to perform at the tavern and tell horrible jokes — and carry around a stupid clown horn.

Nowadays her fond memories are of studying the skaven that come by. Anytime one falls asleep or trusts her enough to be pet she keeps as a fond memory. If one bruxes or boggles it’s definitely making her entire month.

▸     is it easy for your muse to kill?

Yes. She’s lost a great deal of empathy over the years.

▸     what’s it like when your muse breaks down?

This is usually when the beast arrives. Things will be decimated or killed in the path of grief and madness. Her own body will get beaten up by her own tantrum. At the end, upon settling down and reverting, it’s usually just her curled up and sobbing. She then proceeds to clean the entire keep and act as though nothing ever happened — and no one ever knows.

▸     is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life?

No.

▸     what’s your muse like when they’re in love?

That’s a toughy. Betty gives the same amount of affection and care to just about every skaven.

However, in rare cases that doesn’t derive from a spark of curiosity or furthering her research, she is capable of detaching feelings from hyper studying. This’ll often involve her persuading the person into staying more often, more care, more pampering, even choosing them over tending to her own keep duties. She’ll be a lot more affectionate physically too — if it’s accepted.

And she will kill for them. If anything happens to her little birdy then someone is getting killed — no matter who or what they are and how close they may be.

#out of the keep

[runawaymun]

Hey:) Could you do a Thranduil/Elf!Reader (romantic), where the reader is quite curvy but really insecure about it, because elves are tall & graceful but the Reader isn't, and Thranduil overhears some other elves teasing her, or finds her crying (idk you decide) and makes her feel better? Make it as angsty as you want, but please make it fluffy too! I use she/they pronouns. (PS: I LOVE your work)

ahh! I love this prompt. And thank you!! I hope you like this one~ this got HUGE lol. But it was loads of fun.

Thranduil x Elf!Reader - A Gown Spun from Starlight

genre: hurt/comfort, romance warnings: none, except for Elves being jerks about the reader’s figure.  for: @narniaandthenorth reader pronouns: she/they

sindarin translations + lore references for those unfamiliar:  anu/inu - male/female elleth/ellon - man/woman (but like, Elves) Naugrim - a kind of rude/racist term for dwarves, lit: “stunted people”. mîr nín - my treasure/jewel gil-mîr - glittering jewel Vaire: weaver, wife of Namo/Mandos - the Valië that weaves the tapestries in the halls of Mandos which depict the story of Arda Elbereth: the kindler of the stars, most beloved Valië of the Elves, wife of Manwë, lord of wind and sky, and queen of the Valar. Said to be too beautiful for words with a face that radiates pure light.

-

You’re used to the looks.

You’ve lived with them your entire life. Though, admittedly, you grew up among your Noldorin relatives and they were much better at relegating their judgement to the lift of an eyebrow, a stare that lingered just too long, or --if they were feeling especially rude-- a snide comment or two. But your Silvan and Sindarin cousins have no such subtlety. 

At first, their outright jokes and laughter had shocked you, but you’re getting used to that now. At least it’s more or less died down now that King Thranduil (of all people!) has declared his interest. 

Of course, that came with its own issues.

The laughter was now replaced with nasty glares. 

You can’t blame anyone for it. What Elf--anu or inu-- didn’t fantasize about the king of the Woodland Realm? Thranduil is breathtaking: seven feet tall, silver-haired, and built like a Vala. You’re still not sure what he sees in you. 

Neither is anyone else. 

And they make that known as loudly as they dare. But, of course, never in front of their king. 

Usually you can more or less ignore the scowls and pretend the laughter isn’t about you. But today Thranduil is out on a hunt and, as the saying goes, while the cat’s away...

...the mice are downright malicious. 

The tailor sticks you with another pin and you have to suck in a sharp breath at the sting of pain. He shoots you a smile that’s more cheshire than apologetic, almost daring you to accuse him of doing it on purpose.

“Forgive me. I am unused to working with someone of your...shape.”

You stare at him, in half a mind to just walk out on the fitting, as you feel your face heat in a mixture of shame and anger. You clench your fists at your side but you keep your expression as neutral as you can. You’re under enough scrutiny as it is. The last thing you need is to add “hot-tempered shrew” to your list of faults. 

“No harm done,” you say, trying to sound as magnanimous as you can. As a queen would be. You’re going to be one after all. 

He flashes another façade of a friendly smile and returns to draping the mockup over you. There’s a party coming up and Thranduil has commissioned a new gown for you: something befitting of his Intended.

The tailor only gets halfway through pinning it up when he stops and starts taking it all off of you again, muttering: no, no, no-- it’s all wrong!

You frown at him. He calls for his assistant to start remeasuring, and you have to roll your eyes as the brown-haired ellon comes over with the tape and draws it around your too-wide hips.

“Master tailor, you’ve already taken a thousand measurements!” you complain.

“Yes,” he snaps, “And I shall have to take a thousand more. I cannot finish the fitting today, I fear. The mockup hangs all wrong on all of those...” he drags his eyes up and down your body and vaguely gestures to all of you, and despite yourself you shrink a little on the pedestal. He means your hips. Your breasts. Your thighs. Everything about you that’s too much. It’s all too much. It always has been.

And it hurts.

You hate that it hurts. It shouldn’t hurt. You shouldn’t let it hurt you, but it does. As soon as you reached your half-majority, you started growing differently to your other Elvish peers. Clothes have always been a struggle as every single tailor tried to squash you into a silhouette that you just don’t have.

You can’t decide if it would be better if Thranduil was here or not. The tailor wouldn’t dream of insulting you like this if he was here, but you hadn’t wanted to keep Thranduil from his hunt and you also aren’t sure that you could bear to be poked and prodded and measured with him watching. 

They were talking about you now --the tailor and his assistant-- complaining about you and making all the jokes you’ve heard before. You try not to listen and stand still, fingers still balled up into fists, tears brimming in your eyes that you don’t dare try and wipe away. You don’t want to give them the satisfaction.

“I just don’t know what he expects me to do,” the tailor grumbled. 

His assistant chuckles around the pins he has in his mouth as he kneels to adjust the new hem to accommodate your legs --which are far shorter than the average elleth’s. 

“I am not a worker of miracles, you have to understand,” the tailor goes on. “But I am doing my best.”

Numbly, you nod, hoping that the stiller you stand and the quieter you stay, the faster this whole humiliating experience can be over. 

The assistant takes the last pin out of his mouth and finishes the hem. He stands and steps back, studying their work side-by-side with the tailor and mutters with a helpless shrug:

“There is not much you can do. I am not certain even lady Vaire herself could make one of the Naugrim look like one of the Eldar.”

The tailor claps a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh.

Don’t cry.

Don’t cry.

Don’t you dare cry. 

“Half-naugrim,” the tailor corrects-- as if he’s being charitable. “Even so, I would never in a thousand years think our king would deign to take a half-naugrim for a concubine.”

He says it so casually. Like you aren’t even there. You can’t even see through your tears. Shaking, you climb down from the pedestal with the mockup fabric bunched around you, ready to bolt out of the room. You don’t even care that you’re not properly dressed. You just want out of here.

The voice from the doorway stops you dead.

“Even if I did, it would be no concern of yours, master tailor.”

It rings through the room like a lightning strike. Thranduil stands in the door, filling it, wearing his hunting gear and an expression that could freeze a balrog solid.

“How dare you,” Thranduil thunders, striding into the room to step between you and them, gathering you up underneath his arm. He still smells like the forest he’s been out in: like green growing things and rich loam. He wipes at your tears with the leather-gloved pad of his thumb and murmurs in your ear: “You’re perfect.” 

“--We-- we did not mean to insult you, sire,” the tailor tries. He’s gone as white as the mockup muslin.

“No. Indeed you did not. You meant to insult my Intended. But,” he tisks, “In the end you only succeeded in insulting yourself.” His voice is icy; his arm around you is tight. He stands tall as an oak, towering over the two of them and they seem to shrink in his shadow. “I had thought you were a skilled enough tailor to create something worthy of my Beloved. Clearly I was mistaken. Fear not: I never make the same mistake twice.” 

“--Sire--” 

He holds up one gloved hand. The tailor shuts his mouth and squirms beneath his glare.

“You’re relieved of your position,” Thranduil snaps. “You have three hours to pack your things and head for the borders of Greenwood. I suggest you make haste before I decide to have my soldiers drag you there by your ears. Get out.” 

The tailor flees. His assistant, however, hovers nervously and Thranduil’s predatory glower turns on him.

“Have you lost your hearing?”

“Please, my king. I am just his assistant--”

“--Oh. Good. Then you may assist him with his luggage on your journey out of Greenwood.”

The assistant actually bursts into tears. Thranduil’s face remains impassive-- even vaguely disgusted. The ellon runs out and you almost feel sorry for him.

“You didn’t need to banish them,” you whisper once they’re both gone.

“I will suffer no one to abide in my kingdom who sees fit to mock my queen,” Thranduil replies, voice knife-sharp, turning to face you.

“Then you’d have to banish half your subjects, and that’s hardly practical.”

You hate the way your voice shakes just as much as you hate the way his whole body goes stiff.

“Why did you not tell me of this, mîr nín?” He sounds both horrified and furious.

“Are you that blind?” you scoff. “Look at me!” 

A heavy silence passes between you two. Your eyes, the treacherous things, are still leaking water and you hate yourself for it. 

Thranduil’s gaze is a weight pressing on top of you. It sears you to your core. He peels off his riding gloves and tosses them carelessly onto the tailor’s table, then presses the crook of his finger beneath your chin.

When you meet his glittering blue eyes, the expression in them is so intense it knocks all the air out of you.

“I am,” he says, voice suddenly impossibly soft. “I am looking at you.”

Habitually, you avert your eyes. It’s too much. You’re still flushed red with shame.

He grips your chin and commands: “Look at me.”

You do. His gaze is no less intense. He winds an arm around your waist, dipping until your noses brush together and you can feel his warm breath ghosting across your lips. 

“I burn for you,” he hisses. “You enchant me. You undo me utterly, gil-mîr. I do not concern myself with the opinions of others, least of all that fool of a tailor.” 

Your mouth trembles. He brushes his thumb over it and then presses a kiss to your lips. Usually his kisses are fire, possessive, consuming, passionate, leaving you breathless. This one is gentle, almost chaste, and dripping with pure adoration.

“You will be no concubine. You will be my wife. Their queen. I would have them all see you as such.”

You close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder, and he winds his other arm around you and cards his hand through your hair. He’s so much taller. So strong. Pure power bound up in every inch of him. He makes you feel so safe.

“I don’t want to go to that party,” you mumble.

“And deny yourself the pleasure of making them all sick with envy? Please.” 

You smile into his shoulder. “And how, dear Beloved, am I to do that without a gown?”

“You shall have a gown,” he growls back. “A gown such that no one as ever seen, laden with so many white gems they shall think Elbereth herself has come down from the heavens to Greenwood. You shall have it even if I must hold a hundred thousand tailors at swordpoint to get it.”

It’s so dramatic. So very him.

It makes you warm in the very best of ways. You take his face in your hands and stand on your toes to press a kiss to his forehead. 

“Do not. I fear we would run out of tailors.”

Thranduil looks entirely unbothered when he replies: 

“For you, that is a price I am willing to pay.” 

#thranduil #thranduil x reader #thranduil imagine #lotr x reader #lotr imagine #thranduil fanfic #lotr #the hobbit #And Rohan Will Answer! (Requests)