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angelicalchaoticabyss · 8 months

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The Loving Prince, Dark Choco Cookie x Trans male!Reader

Tw: Sexually explicit content and BRIEF mention of a transphobic family.

It had been quite some time since he left the Cookies of Darkness, abandoned that cursed sword, and started his true path. Honestly, he felt free and happy for the first time in ages, but even more so when he was with his…new friend.

He met you one day when you were injured in the forest. You were attacked by cake hounds and just barely managed to escape; it was when you thought you were going to die did you meet the young prince. He saved your life that day and nursed you back to health. Words couldn’t describe how grateful you were, and you just so happened to be in a similar situation. You had no home, no family to really turn to, you were out trying to find your own path.

He didn’t give much complaint to you tagging along with him, and to be honest he wanted to be there just in case something happened.

In fact, he ended up happy to have you there rather quickly. Your attitude of facing the world despite the hardships just got to him. Especially when he learned your own story. You were trans and were kicked out of your home by your “family” because of it. But you didn’t let that get you down, you were still fighting to be who you are and that was something he greatly admired about you. You were strong in the real way, mentally, emotionally, you wouldn’t let things break you down. He wished he could be like you someday…

“Dark choco!” You spoke.

“Ah! Erm, yes?”

“Heheheheh, you okay there bud? You’ve been spacing out recently.”

“Oh, yes, I’m alright don’t worry.” He replied.

You gave him this look almost like you didn’t believe him but decided to drop it for now, it was getting dark out and it was time to set up camp. Dark choco got everything out and ready as you collected sticks for a fire, you both worked perfectly in tandem with each other as you spent more time together. You loved helping out and…well…you loved watching him put his muscles to work.

You’ll admit that you may have grown some tiny…okay very large, feelings for Dark choco. He was just so sweet and considerate, he made himself an amazing friend. The support you needed these days, he LITERALLY saved your life. Grateful doesn’t even begin to cover how you felt about that. You felt like he was your everything, like you needed him. But at the same time, you didn’t want to scare or overwhelm him, so you kept your feelings to yourself.

Little did you know Dark choco felt the same way about you. He was deeply in love with you, all of you, battle scars included. Yes, that’s what he called your surgery scars, battle scars. You won the toughest battle anyone has to go through, the battle of self-identity. He admired you so much because of that, as he was still going through his own battle.

Dark choco looked over at you with a small smile. He grabbed your hand and placed a small kiss on it, you blushed when he did so. Slowly, the two of you leaned closer to each other and your lips met.

He deepened the kiss and you softly moaned, letting him do so. Your arms wrapped around his body as his own moved to hold your waist. He kept kissing until the both of you needed air, a trail of saliva connecting you both until he spoke.

“I’m…sorry if that was sudden, I just-. “

You cut him off.

“Don’t apologize I love you too.”

His smile got bigger, he looked so handsome when he smiled. You leaned in and kissed him again, pressed deeper and firm against his body. Feeling the well-earned muscles, he let out a pleased albeit muffled sigh. You kept kissing him, hands slowly moving down his body, but you stopped when he went rigid.

“O-Oh I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have gone farther!”

“No no, it’s just in my kingdom’s culture we normally don’t…have sex until we’re married.”

“If you want to stop, we can, it’s okay I can wait.”

He gently smiled again.

“No, I want to do it with you, I love you.”

You smiled again and squeaked when he pressed a gentle kiss against your neck. Shuddering you let him continue, his hands moving up your shirt and taking the article off your body. Now exposed you blushed even more but he continued with your prodding. Kissing down your neck, shoulders, and chest, he kissed your scars.

“Mm!” You squealed.

“Are you alright?” He questioned.

“I’m fine, it just, felt really good.”

His eyes widened a bit, but he continued to kiss and love on your scars much to your joy. Doing that while his hands moved down to your pants. He slowly pulled them off, listening to your cues to make sure everything was still okay. He kissed your lips again as he gently rubbed your privates, you shivered and shuddered, moaning as a thumb rubbed your clit and two of his fingers entered you.

“D-Dark choco.” You stuttered.

“Sssh.”

He kept fingering you gently and carefully, making sure everything was still fine with you. He whispered the things he loved about you, it was so genuine and kind that it nearly made you cry. You held onto his body, the knot in your stomach grew as your orgasm approach, you were mumbling his name like it was a prayer, getting louder as you came on his fingers.

He kissed your nose as he pulled his hand away, easing off his own clothing. You admired his scarred body and decided to return the favor by kissing one of the scars on him. He shuddered and sighed with pleasure.

“I love you; I love you so much.” He mumbled, pressing his erect cock against your entrance.

He looked at you for confirmation and only thrusted when you nodded. Easing himself in, he stretched your insides. You whimpered as your first time was taken, it hurt but he stopped to let you adjust. He pressed butterfly kisses on your face, down your neck and to your chest again. He thrusted slowly when you gave the go ahead, he eased your body’s pain by kissing the scars on your chest.

Slowly the pain faded to pleasure as you let him thrust deeper and faster against your core, he kissed and licked the scars on your chest while your hands traced the ones on his body. You squealed and moaned for him as you urged the prince to go faster.

You loved what he was doing to you, it made you feel so amazing and so loved as he worshipped your body.

“Dark choco! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

You both moaned and your insides squeezed his cock as you came. His hips stuttered as he came soon after you, heat flooded your body as you panted.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to cum inside- “

“Sssh, it’s okay, I’m just happy that it was you who did it.” You smiled at him.

You hugged him and he hugged you back, the moment felt utter perfect. And if there were some unforeseen consequences, you’ll face it with him.

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darthvaderofmiddle-earth · 3 months

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Me growing up and realizing my robot story is literally how I coped growing into an adult and coming to terms with being disabled, gay, trans, and having PTSD.

In my first draft of Mechtyra, the main character, Alex Sendale, is inside the castle when he suddenly feels his chest tighten, his breathing is restricted, he feels sweaty and hot and cold, and he literally doubles over with emotion, then stands up entirely confused just seconds later, and forgets why he was feeling this way at all. I was around 13 when I wrote that scene, and had never heard the term "panic attack". So I didn't use it, I simply put into great detail what Alex felt and experienced, and how it affected him.

For the entire time leading up to the turning point of the novel, Alex receives nightmares. Constantly. Every time he sleeps. They're of his personal shame, his failures, and the very one who caused them all to happen. This entity haunts Alex relentlessly, and he never feels free, and he fears going to sleep to the point he'll stay awake for days at a time until his body literally collapses in exhaustion and he sleeps against his will. I had no idea these were symptoms of PTSD when I was 12 years old, but it's what I was going through. So without terminology, I once again wrote in extreme detail how Alex experienced fear that pierced his very soul and mind and paralyzed him. And eventually he stands up, he learns to fight back against his personified shame and regret, in the form of the entity that appears in his nightmares each night. The big finish of the novel is Alex facing this thing in reality, alongside his friends, who've helped him all this way to become stronger and learn to fight, and he lands the killing blow, defeating the creature once and for all. This is me defeating my inner demons, and recovering. Saying I won't let the past control me and dictate my future, therein affecting the futures of those around me.

Alex finds his home on Mechtyra, with Mechtyrians, and finds that he relates to them more than Humans. And in multiple stages throughout the novel, he begins transforming into a Mechtyrian himself, until, finally, he takes on the full form of one by the end of the novel. And Humanity looks at him strangely, confused, not understanding his change. Why has this man forsaken what he was born as, to become something so foreign and different? What was wrong with himself before? Some Humans acknowledge Alex's change, and they support him. But most are angry, resentful, and feel he has betrayed them. However, the Mechtyrians embrace Alex completely for everything he is, welcome him home, love him as his truest self wherein Alex is finally satisfied with what he looks like, and he knows there is no mistaking him for what he is. Still, some Humans refuse to say he is really actually a Mechtyrian. He wasn't born this way. He became what he is now. And of course, birth defines the entirety of your identity, and dictates what you are forever regardless of how much you change. This was me coming out as a man, experiencing transphobia. This was my struggle and still is. It's me finding home and safety with the trans community, versus the cisnormative society that we live in.

Alex falls in love with a Mechtyrian who is the best medic on that planet. His name is Xefyr. The two rescue each other in countless ways throughout the novel. Each night, Xefyr appears in Alex's nightmares, and helps him defeat Gladrious, the main villain of the book. But during wake, Alex helps Xefyr come to terms with himself, his responsibilities, and shows Xefyr that he is, in fact, important. Amongst a pantheon of over 100 gods, Xefyr still means something to a lot of people in his life. He matters, and to Alex, he is everything. The two coexist, and literally keep fighting for each other's sake, and well-being, despite wanting to give up and die. Neither can for several reasons. But they learn to fall in love with life and find beauty in it despite the hardships and trauma it's caused. This is me doing the same. Fighting my suicidal thoughts caused by incessant trauma that doesn't go away even years later. I've learned to see the beauty in the small things throughout many years, and to cherish the moments of joy and peace more than I suffer from the hardships of life. Just as Alex and Xefyr look to the future with one another and see hope, I look to my future myself and see light. It may be far away sometimes, but it's there nonetheless.

The entire novel uses the metaphor of light. Alex weaponizes the element of light itself, and uses it to fight back against every enemy that stands in his way, each of which represents something or someone once important to himself, but he shines brighter than the shadows they cast, and he keeps moving forward with the fight until it's over. This is me fighting through everything and everyone who has ever hurt me, and showing I am bigger than them. I am me. I am my own light, my own sun, and I shine to guide myself onto my own path. I am not controlled by those who tried to take hold. I am more than them. I am me.

And I won't say who, but there's a specific character who hurt Alex especially in the novel. And this character, they turn out to be a traitor at one point. It's entirely unexpected, it's not hinted at whatsoever in the current draft, and I don't want to hint at it for any reason. It comes as a surprise to readers, so that they feel the fear and dread Alex feels when he learns this truth as well. Someone who he thought supported and cared for him, and others for that matter, is anything but. And not a soul in the universe suspected this or saw it coming. This is me coping with the people I've lost who were once close to me, VERY close, but they ended up supporting all the horrible world-ending things and working for them to actively hurt people like myself, and basically everyone in the end. It's about the two faces of which you maintain, the one being the face you wear when alone, and the other is that which you wear around anyone else. Only the individual knows their full truth, their ambition and desire and state of being. And it's always a shock when others find this truth about those closest to them, whether for better or worse. But here I vent my horrors of finding the absolute worst about those around me, and how it affects me so deeply and is so unexpected.

Basically in the end, my novel has grown with me. It's become its truest self as I have done the same. It's shown my life as I've grown, and am still growing. Through characters which each hold an aspect of myself, I express my life and my progress, the setbacks and experiences I've been through, and it's helped me come to terms as I've gotten older with who I am and what has made me this way. And I have to wonder what the coming years of rewriting this novel as its current draft will reveal to me about myself.

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bidokja · 1 year

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you know, i didn't realize/appreciate this the first time i read overgeared, but chapter one already gives you a really good look at the multiple facets of Greed's character and complexes.

if you're just barely starting the series, you may think his personality is anjoying, and that greed praising himself for having patience and tenacity is an empty brag or a joke. but it really isn't. those traits are genuinely his best virtues, proven time and time again. even just in chapter one, we learn he's not exactly a high leveled player. he's an average nobody who sucks at most parts of the game. he had the insane luck to land an s-ranked quest that was FAR beyond his capabilities, and instead of running from it he gave it all he had. unlike most other munchkin series...this does not miraculously end well. it is disastrous from beginning to end. he dies a ton of times (and dying comes with penalties in this game), he breaks a lot of gear, and wastes a lot of money, and spirals further and further into his identity as an "embarrassment" and "failure". he still doesn't give up through all of that. most people would have. and thus, literally through sheer persistence, he actually does it. the madlad finds the objective of the quest. so he has every right to call himself patient and tenacious. it's these exact qualities that got him this far.

but in the end, this comes to ruin due to another of greed's personality traits. his vices rather than his virtues: his lack of self worth, his feelings of inferiority, and his greed for any means to change his situation. in the end he can't even complete the quest (despite technically achieving the objective) because the earl notices greed coveting the book, and decides to kill him (aside: I'm with greed on this one. it was a dick move on the earl's part, but that's a rant for another post).

still, even amidst him shouting about what is clearly his insecurities, notice how his first concern isn't how people view him specifically. it's how his failures have impacted his loved ones. it's not just that he wants bragging rights. greed is aware of how his previous failures have impacted his family - both financially and emotionally - and he wants to set things right For Their Sakes. he doesn't want to burden his family, and be a cause for embarrassment to them. this aspect is what he first thinks of, and can be seen as his priority rathrr than soothing his own feelings of infrriority. that isnt to say his inferiority complex doesnt come into play. in the very same paragraph we see him wanting to rise above others and show off any success he has. really stick it to em. but even this isn't pronounced in a malicious sense. he doesn't want to bring others down, he wants to raise his own standing.

and finally, the part I think is just as important if not most important: his reputation with the NPCs

we only really learn this in subsequent chapters, but the NPCs in the game are extremely advanced. functionally, they act no differently than real people. you don't max out reputation with an entire entire city through luck or coincidence. there's no preset dialogue options, there's no plus and minus popups, and there's no way to simply butter up to everyone in the same way. to get close and be trusted by an NPC in this game, you must go about it like you would for a real person. you have to talk with them, learn how best to help each person, and follow through with it. essentially, through this one line, we get a peek at a Major aspect of greeds personality: unlike most players, he treats NPCs like people. and he treats them well. he's a genuine guy who - at his core - likes people and doesn't want others to suffer. real life hardships and mistakes have simply not given him the circumstances to do so freely, but in-game this is different. we first see the good in greed's character thanks to his actions in game. and it's also through the game that greed himself grows and realizes his not some horrible perpetual fuckup that can't do anything right. it's through the game that he realizes his potential to help and support others, and grows to become responsible and capable enough to follow it all through, and carry that on into real life.

#og lb #ky speaks #longgg ramble lol

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lokisasylum · 1 year

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Books I would love to read again for the first time:

I haven’t exactly been an avid book reader in the past years, unless you count post-master’s degree and starting work at a museum where I mostly read books related to “work” (art, history, ect).

Nothing really self-indulgent. But if I had to go back in time to when I read tons of books back in the day and choose a few to read again for the first time...

#01. “The Dream Trilogy” by NORA ROBERTS

I used to be a HUGE fan of Nora Roberts back in college, always found lots of her books at the local drug stores, walgreens or walmart. And though the list is LONG, if I could choose a specific series by her, it would be ‘The Dream Trilogy’.

The story follows the life of three women: Margo, Kate & Laura. The three were raised together in the same household as sisters and best friends, but as each girl reaches the rite of passage into womanhood it is clear that each one has their own ambition in life. The first book follows Margo, who always dreamed of something greater than just being "the housekeeper's daughter" and who's natural beauty landed her a successful modeling career since the age of 18. A career that years later plummets as a result of a scandal from her former lover and must return to the very home she grew up in to unwind and start over again. The second book follows Kate, a headstrong businesswoman who's career also suffers as a result of a scandal and just like Margo, Kate will need to take a break from her fast-paced lifestyle to reevaluate herself and what she's been really missing in all her life. The third and final book follows Laura, the pride and joy of the Templeton family (who are basically like the Hiltons, who own a large chain of hotels and are super rich blahblah). Through all her life Laura was always believed to be PERFECT, with a perfect life, perfect academic record, perfect married life, perfect husband, ect...But now that she’s an adult at the beginning of her 30s she finds herself as a divorced woman and single mother of 2 with her fairy-tale life nonexistent. And just like Margo and Kate, it is Laura’s turn to reevaluate her life choose what’s best FOR HER.

What i loved most about this trilogy is first off the sisterhood between all 3 women despite their hardships. And secondly how the 3 were tied together by an urban legend they used to recite and believe in when they were younger that also involved a hidden treasure.

#02. “WICKED: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West ” by Gregory Maguire

- I don't even remember how far along into college I had been at the time when I picked up this book off BORDER's, but I remember being fascinated to want to read "the other side of the story" to the Wicked Witch of the West from Wizard of Oz. The reason why I wish I could read this book again is because I wish I had picked it up farther along the way; maybe at a time where I was more mature and open minded because this story goes into some very deep, dark philosophical shit that I just know at the time I prolly skipped because I didn’t care about it as much as I cared about the main character which is Elphaba. So I might dig this one up again someday to re-read it for old time’s sake and analyze it.

#03. “The Way of Shadows” by Brent Weeks

First of a trilogy called "The Night Angel". This first book follows the life of Azoth, an orphan living on the streets of Cenaria City . Azoth dreams of one day he will finally leave the guild and escape the constant harassment from Ratt, the oldest boy in the guild and self proclaimed leader, who has done nothing but terrorize and abuse of all the younger kids (including Azoth's 2 best friends Jarl & Doll Girl who is mute). He thinks the only way to achieve this is to become a "wetboy" (assasin) and becoming an apprentice to Durzo Blint, the most notorious and best wetboy that has ever existed. From start to finish we will see Azoth’s transformation from a worthless orphan to a highly skilled wetboy under the facade of his new identity Kylar Stern, which he uses to mingle with people from high society and even befriending the future King of Cenaria.

I gotta be honest, as much as I loved The Night Angel trilogy, I really can only recommend the first book. I think the story was perfect as it was and it should have ended the way it did in the first book. The second book just feels like a HUGE FILLER where we get introduced to so many characters whose names we wont even pay attention to?? And many plot holes that were left without solving. And I don’t even want to talk about how disappointing the “real ending” was during the 3rd book, like... why drag on the story for so long only to end it that way??

So yeah, if I could re-purchase this series again (since I lost them during a move) I would only buy the first one this time.

#04. “The Last Battle” by C.S. Lewis

if you’ve read the Chronicles of Narnia then you will know that this book is the LAST one of the series. The reason why I want to re-read it again for the first time, is because when my brother bought it for me I was really young, like maybe 12 (he was part of some book club online so he would buy tons of books really cheap) I knew NOTHING about the Chronicles of Narnia or that it was a series that you needed to read in sequence to understand it (like imagine reading the last Harry Potter book first and then realizing that ‘Oh, its a whole ass series’). All I saw was a unicorn on the cover with a bloodied horn and thought I was about to read this epic story about magical beings going into war or maybe he was the last unicorn of his kind and.... well... yeah... it was more like an acid trip LOL.

#05. “Devil May Cry (Novel)” by Shin-ya Goikeda

As a gamer and fan of the Devil May Cry series I was curious when I found this novel at maybe a freaking Electronic Boutique lol. But I was pretty hooked on it from start to finish as it served as a prequel to the events of the of the games and even the manga? What I liked most is how we got to see the two sides of Dante BEFORE becoming the one we know and love from the games. And also the person behind the birth of Ebony & Ivory.

#06. "The Historian” by Elizabeth Kostova

My brother gifted this book to me when I was near the end of my bachelor’s degree in History. I felt it was more of an ‘ironic gift’ than a book I would have been interested in at first glance. And I think I just read through it for the sake of pleasing him like ‘yes, look, i read it, leave me alone’.

I know that the ending had a very cool plot-twist, but the reason I want to re-read it for the first time is because at the time that this book came to me I was too immerse in college to actually “read for the sake of reading”. So I didn’t appreciate the story at all, some parts I felt too long and boring at the time, so I would like to see what my perspective of the story would be now that I’m older.

#07. “The Little Prince” by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry & “The Little Ending” by Ricardo Martí Ruiz .

A timeless classic, I think most of us have read either one or both books by now. Probably re-read them more than once to see what changed since we were kids up until adulthood (a LOT).

Its not so much the epiphany of wanting to re-read it again for the first time. Rather than I wish the sequel (The Little Ending) had come out sooner rather than 20+ years later, but I supposed everything has a purpose.

#08. “DEMIAN” by Hermann Hesse

I want to read this again, but without the influence of having already been in the BTS fandom, because I want to see/feel if it would still hit differently.

Books and Authors I just could never vibe with:

“The Alchemist” by Paulo Choelo

- I just COULD NOT with this book or the amount of people that kept shoving it in my face like some type of guide to make me a better person. And I generally can never vibe with anything related to him.

“Chronicles of a Death Foretold” by Gabriel García Márquez

- Listen... i fucking HATED this novel in highschool and I continue to hate it to this day.

ANYTHING by Daniel Steele

“The Traffickers” by W.E.B. Griffin

- I bought this book for less than $5 because I needed something new to read at the time and thought a police/mystery novel would be great.

It wasn’t and I regret buying it.

The “ERAGORN” series by Christopher Paolini

- The first book was pretty cool, the second one was pretty neat, by the third one I just wanted to burn them. They now reside with my best friend as an improvised “wedding gift”.

The whole “T/wilight” Saga by Stephanie Meyer

- I cannot tell you the amount of times I wanted to punch this one bestie I had in college who was disgustingly OBSESSED with it and would not SHUT UP about these books and how she really thought they were the epitome of what “true love” really is.

And that’s why she’s still single to this day.

#loki's shitpost #loki's slice of life #books #books and reading

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driveyourdestiny · 1 month

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Human Nature Manifesto

We walk around daily and cross so many people that we will never remember. Regardless, people have so much in common regarding how we think, act, feel, love, etc. The theme I decided to base my manifesto on is human nature and the fact that although we are a small portion of an entire enlarged world, when we spread positivity and kindness, we aid in growing a brighter world. Doing this allows us to increase morals in human beings and helps assist in a more excellent human behavioral pattern in the future. To begin with my first Tumblr, I discussed how a podcast of two girls sharing their journey in faith impacted me. These two girls could've supported their religion and done it silently, but instead, they pushed their words for the greater good. Sharing their stories and journey in faith inspired numerous people to grow in their love for others and God.

The next Tumblr I created was on public art, the Caloosahatchee manuscripts. This sculpture is an identity of our town, and it catches the immediate attention of those who walk past it. The art of the object is lovely to the naked eye of any human who may come across it. This expresses human nature to those of us who walk by and appreciate the beauty of architecture. Allowing ourselves to value the good aspects of our lives helps us continue to see the great in the world. When we focus on harmful elements, we give ourselves no room to grow and appreciate what we have. The next Tumblr I created focused on domestic architecture. The places I had chosen for this topic were two familiar homes where my grandparents lived. What connects this to my theme is that people are very fortunate to call a place home and have family. I compared the two homes, and concluding my topic, I discussed how people make you feel at home, not necessarily just a place that may be capable of that. This allows us to experience human nature by loving and caring for our families, friends, and those who make us feel at home. Our next task for this course was to pick from various poetry and interpret it into a deeper meaning. I chose a poem named "Love and Friendship" by Emily Bronte.

To summarize, this poem discusses the importance of friendship and the fact that we should prioritize it like we would a lover. Loving our friends is an integral part of life, and being there for someone and having that reciprocated creates a better life for both of you. Having people you can count on and love unconditionally despite their flaws and faults helps us create a better world by building trust and relationships among others. The next assignment was to create a storyline. I did one on an imaginary scenario if a zombie apocalypse were to occur. Oddly, this scenario connects to my theme because in a case like this, I started talking about people coming together for survival. Nobody would want to experience something like this alone, proving we can accomplish so much more when we work together—working together creates a better outcome, increases personal growth, and improves efficiency and problem-solving. The next step in this course was to find a list of songs that follow a recurring theme. My theme was based on friendship. The songs I chose all had some connection to friendship and the beauty of it. We truthfully need each other in this world and are more satisfied with the quality of our lives when we develop beautiful connections with people. Finally, when doing my ekphrasis, I told the story of a girl in an art piece from a movie scene. In this piece, I specified the sentiment of the image, which is support and comfort. The father comforts the daughter, who appears to be stressed or overwhelmed— comforting someone when they are experiencing hardships in their lives helps them feel calm and allows them the room to express their feelings and face their problems with the help you can lend them. Human nature enables us to benefit from our characteristics and help shape a better society. It is phenomenal how we all don't know many of those around us, but somehow, we all work together with human nature to build a better world for everyone.

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thefreakishmuffin · 3 years

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Let’s Analyze the Hexes Hold’em Cards and Vee/Luz’s reading

I know this may seem like a bit of a weird topic to analyze, but please hear me out. I think it’s safe to say that the Hexes Hold’em cards in The Owl House are essentially this show’s equivalent of Tarot cards. And this is only given more confirmation when we see the girl in the recent episode use the cards left over in the Human Realm from Eda to tell fortunes.

But I began to wonder; how accurate was the reading this girl gave to Vee/Luz? And I say Vee/Luz because, while it was Vee getting her reading done, she went to them looking like Luz, and even had Luz present on her compact mirror.

It’s important to note that this girl had just very recently gotten those cards, and even stated that she was practicing with them. So this would tell us that she is still very inexperienced, and may not entirely know what it is she‘s doing. Different cards have different meanings, and it’s important to not take them so literally. So I took it upon myself to examine the cards in the episode itself and try to see just how accurate this reading was. And since there are no names written on the cards, the actual identity of some of them are a little up in the air. Let’s start off by reviewing what the girl said in her reading:

“You’re running from your past, from a previous life that was not kind to you. However, the guilt and fear you carry will catch you in a self-fulfilling prophecy, that you cannot escape.”

Now, from the way she’s speaking here, referring to the past at the start and then going on through explaining what is to come, I think it’s safe to say she’s doing the classic “past-present-future” reading, one of the most basic readings you can do. So that is how I’m going to approach this.

To start off this analysis, let’s take a look at the first card, referring to the past. Now, to me this is obviously The Moon card. The Moon card refers to the unconscious mind, and even illusions. It even refers to the instincts and emotions we have buried deep down. This could indeed be accurate to the characters pasts, with both Luz and Vee running to another world. In their unconscious minds, they wanted so much more than what their current life could offer them. A life that, indeed, was not too kind to either of them. I feel like this part of the reading was fairly accurate.

The second card, referring to the present, can be one of two that I came up with. This specific card looks like it can either be the Death card judging by the skeleton, or the Ace of Cups, because of the single prominent cup. The Death card actually isn’t as negative as most people may think, and it seldom ever means a literal death. The Death card refers to the ending of a cycle, undergoing a metamorphosis, and new beginnings. The Ace of Cups card, however, refers to finding new love, and experiencing and overflowing amount of emotion and/or creativity.

Personally, I feel like both of these can be applicable. (And, if I’m being honest, it was kinda hard for me to tell where the girl doing the reading was talking about the present). Now, because of the heavily prominent skeleton, I’m going to say it’s the Death card. Currently in the present, both Luz and Vee have been going through massive changes in both their lives where they’ve been able to have a “new beginning” so to speak. Vee is having her new beginning living as a normal girl in the Human Realm, and Luz is having a new beginning training to be a witch in the Demon Realm. And the Ace of Cups card can possibly refer to Luz finding new love in the from of her now girlfriend, Amity. But I’m still going to say that the card here is the Death card.

And lastly, we have this card. And again, I have two ideas of what this card could be, and they both have very different meanings. And while I fully believe it’s possible that the girl likely read some of cards wrong, this one she could possibly be correct.

The first card I have in mind is the Three of Wands, and the second being the Three of Swords. The Three of Wands card refers to looking forward to your future, a time of expansion and rapid growth for either you as an individual or in some other aspect of your life. The Three of Swords, however, refers to heartbreak, suffering, and an immense amount of grief. Now, Luz wants to look ahead and expand her horizons, but with how things have been going as of late, she may not be able to do so. It seems hardship and suffering in inevitable, with Luz promising to come back home to her mother despite having made a life for herself in the Demon Realm. The thought of leaving behind Eda, King, Amity, and everyone else on the Boiling Isles is heartbreaking for her, but not seeing her mother ever again is incredibly heartbreaking as well. And we don’t even know exactly what’s going to happen to Vee. She’s only been around for one episode, so for all we know something absolutely horrible can happen to her. I feel like her fate is very much up in the air.

But yeah, there you go. Did I spend too much time on this post? Probably. But it was something kind of eating at the back of my mind and I wanted to do a little bit of digging. I feel like the reading was somewhat accurate, but the present seemed a little iffy to me, and like I said, different cards can have different meanings.

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bokuroskitten · 3 years

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〈 you and kuroo have been together for years. Bokuto is his closest ally, so what happens when theres a breach.

† genre/pairing: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI Yakuza AU, Bokuto Koutarou x Fem!Reader.

† word count: 4.2k

† warnings: dubcon (corersion / power imbalance), pining, fingering (f!receiving), creampie, unproctected sex, aftercare if you squint, possessive behaviour.

❦ this lovely piece is for @sugawara-sweetheart decadence collab! I’m slipping in right before the due date hehe! Please check out all the other amazing pieces in collab. Also shoutout to @semisgroupie for beta reading this for me! Ily dee ❦ please let me know what you all think!

You can still remember it, the day Kuroo finally asked to be your boyfriend. Standing outside of the gym, still sweaty from practice. He had come all the way to Fukurodani Academy from his college in Tokyo just to make sure he caught you leaving the gym.

He had been so nervous, taking your hand into his and giving you that classic smirk you loved so dearly.

“I know you have a volleyball team to run, but do you think you have time for a boyfriend too?”

You had been together ever since, even when you graduated, even when Kuroo had to drop out to take over for his father, even when you discovered his father ran a large chunk of the Japanese Yakuza’s underground division.

Kuroo had always been careful, he never brought that life home to you. You were his angel, his precious kitten. Whatever hardships, shady dealings, and dangerous activity he had to do was kept away from home. Away from you at any and all costs.

His job and his life with you was kept separate, for your safety mostly. He has enemies on the other side that would do anything to get their hands on the great Kuroo Tetsuro’s little fiancé and that alone was enough for Kuroo to keep you safe, hidden, and protected with the help of his closest allies.

Which consisted of Bokuto Koutarou. You were already well acquainted with the silver owl, considering the two of you had gone to the same high school. Bokuto had gone into the Yakuza around the same time Kuroo did, easily making a name for himself so his father could enjoy the rest of his life without crime attached to his name. Kuroo and Bokuto stayed close, and got even closer when they had to step into this lifestyle.

Allies were important to have, Kuroo and Bokuto knew this and used their long term friendship to their advantage. Bokuto was one of the only people who knew exactly who you were, your true identity and your relationship to Kuroo. He was to look after you if Kuroo had any “business trips” or had to suddenly leave for “meetings.” Kuroo trusted him to keep you safe, and Bokuto promised to do just that.

What Bokuto hadn’t expected was to fall for you.

He had always seen you like a cute underclassman, always trying your hardest to make everyone happy. Never once did he think he’d start to notice the way your hips swayed when you walked, or how plump your lips were when you applied lip gloss.

It had to be your fault. Maybe you were doing this all on purpose. Bokuto knew himself, and he knew he wasn’t the type of person to fall for his best friend's fiance. So that means it had to be you, maybe you were trying to get his attention when you wore those pretty skirts, maybe you were trying to pull him in when you batted your lashes at him.

Bokuto couldn’t take it anymore, not when he started staring at you a little longer than he should, not when he started to get hard in your presence. Especially not when he started to fuck his fist late at night, hips humping wildly into his palm as your name vibrated off his lips.

So he decided to do something about it. The opportunity presented itself when Kuroo called him up, told him he had some last-minute business to attend to and if he could stay the night with you just in case. Of course, Bokuto agreed, reassuring him that you would be completely safe with him.

So that’s how the two of you ended up here, on the couch late into the evening. You were already dozing off, nuzzling your face into a pillow while your legs laid across Bokuto’s lap. Although a movie had been playing, his amber eyes were locked on your legs. He ate up the surface of your skin, eyes lingering until they landed on your crotch which was currently covered in a pair of satin red pajama bottoms.

The ones Kuroo had bought you for your last anniversary.

Bokuto could feel his heart picking up in speed as he smoothed his palm over your leg. Which had been resting on your knee, but he moved it up, rubbing soft circles into your thigh. You stirred a bit, a yawn slipping past your lips.

“Bo, m’sleepy, gunna go to bed.”

He felt his chest tighten, along with the grip he had on your thigh. It made you squirm.

“Don’t go just yet Birdy. Stay up a little longer, yea? We can watch whatever you want.”

“I won’t stay awake.” You rebuttal, attempting to pull your legs away from Bokuto’s lap.

He worked quickly, deciding on tickling your leg. You jolted from the suddenness of the attack, giggles and whines leaving your lips in streams as Bokuto persisted. He worked his way over you, fingers travelling up your sides and continuing the tickling until his hands found your hips.

Your eyes were sparkling with tears when he finally finished the onslaught, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. That task only seemed more complicated when Bokuto’s large palms pressed your hips further into the couch, his much larger figure looming over you.

In the dimness of the living room, his eyes looked different. Lit up by only the subtle glow of the tv. His pupils were blown out, darting between you and your chest. You suddenly became very aware of his piercing gaze, clearing your throat which made his eyes shoot back up to meet yours.

“Koutarou… is something wrong?”

Bokuto had to hold back a moan at the sweet sound of your pretty little voice. Koutarou. His first name so easily slips off your tongue as if you already belong to him. The scar on the corner of his lip twitched when he grinned down at you.

Before you could ask him again his lips were on yours, smothering any words that threatened to question him again. Your eyes widened, shock and confusion and an odd sense of warmth filling your stomach.

You did the first thing that came to mind, you squirmed, whimpered beneath him.

Wrong. This is all wrong. Bokuto was your senpai, a friend, an ally.

What if Kuroo came home?

“B-Bo--” you managed to squeak out when his lips finally left your own, only to begin pressing wet kisses along your jaw, down your chin. Everything was suddenly a little hazy, and you couldn’t tell whether this sensation was fear or something else.

Something that you had only felt for Kuroo for as long as you could remember.

You snapped back into reality when his lips got dangerously close to your chest, lips threatening to pass the hem of the satin neckline. You yelped, fingers going into Bokuto’s hair and giving a harsh tug.

“B-Bokuto! What are--”

“Birdy--” There was a growl in his tone, one that made your fingertips go numb and your breath caught in your throat.

When he looked back at you he didn’t quite look like himself. This is what you pictured Bokuto looked like on the job. Eyes cold, lips held in a stern line. Not a single speckle of that sparkling gold that his orbs usually held. No traces of a grin that his lips usually graced.

This was Bokuto Koutaruo, a businessman, a potential threat, a possible killer.

“Birdy.” He repeated again, softer this time. He must have felt the way you tensed, the way you sunk further into the couch beneath him. He brought his face close to yours once again and to his displeasure you let out a soft whimper.

“Don’t be scared of me baby, I’d never hurt you…”

“But--”

“But what, pretty, what's the matter, hm? Don’t you want me to show you how much I care about you… don’t you wanna feel special…”

His words were slightly slurred, or so they seemed in your head. His tongue was against your ear, tracing along your earlobe as his warm breath fanned against your skin.

It was a familiar scent, bubblegum. Bokuto’s favourite. It seemed too sweet so close to your nose.

His hands smoothed up your sides, thumbs just inches away from slipping up your tank top and it had goosebumps forming all along your skin.

Wrong.

“We can’t.” You muttered, voice sounding much weaker than you wanted it to when Bokuto pressed another kiss behind your ear.

“Why not?” He was relentless, one knee slowly wedging itself between your thighs despite the way you were squirming.

“Kuroo--”

“Kuroo wants me to take care of you Birdy, and I’m doing just that, aren’t I?” You yelped softly when his teeth suddenly sunk into the flesh of your collarbone. When had he moved down so much? Why hadn’t you noticed his sliver spikes tickling your chin or the way his palms had begun to slide the silky material up your skin.

“I’m taking care of you by makin’ you feel good…”

“But--”

“Kuroo’s gonna be happy…” Bokuto continues, his words suddenly sound distant, your body unbelievably hot as his lips find the tops of your breasts. “His pretty kitty is gonna feel safe and pleased when he gets home…”

Your fingers were no longer lost in Bokuto’s hair, rather they were held loosely above your head, one of his big palms keeping them anchored there as he lifted himself.

You whined, the sudden loss of contact making goosebumps rise along your flesh.

Bokuto had a hard time keeping his grin to himself. Your lips were in a small pout, body squirming, eyes holding a little bit of confusion but most of all.

Desire.

He would get you there. He would hear it.

“I want you Koutaruo .”

“Your heart’s beating really fast.” Bokuto’s voice was low, nothing more than a whisper behind the static of the tv. It made a lump form in your chest.

Your chest tightened the further he pulled away from you. You weren’t exactly sure what you wanted, but you knew you didn’t want him to leave.

“Koutarou.”

There it was.

He leaned back in, his large palm sliding away from your wrists and down your arm instead. All the way down until he cupped your cheek in a large palm. His thumb swiped along your bottom lip.

He had to hold back a groan when your lips opened up just a sliver when your tongue threatened to touch his thumb.

“Let me take care of you, Birdy.”

“Will Kuroo really be okay with it?”

Your voice shook, soft and sweet and oh so innocent. Naive. Adorable.

Bokuto couldn’t wait to have you all to himself. Clearly, Kuroo hadn’t taught you well enough. But Bokuto would, he would teach you to stay away from guys like him.

“Course he will, baby, he always wants what's best for you, isn't that right?”

All you had to do was nod. A gentle, subtle nod. And Bokuto’s lips were back on yours. It was a deep kiss, pressed tightly to your lips and suppressing any chance of denial. Your fingers were back in his hair, but you didn’t tug this time.

Rather you just ran your fingers through silver locks. A bit stiff from the gel, and yet so very soft.

Soft like Kuroo’s.

“Spread your legs, angel.” That dizzy feeling was back when Bokuto’s words vibrated against your lips. Your legs spread open despite your confusion. They were commanded, working on their own.

Working because of the strings Bokuto has somehow placed on them.

“Good girl.” You shivered. That’s what Kuroo always called you.

Was it him speaking to you?

Bokuto was holding back a groan. He should have felt sick to his stomach, looking down at you between his legs with teary eyes and a slightly confused expression. He should have been thinking of Kuroo, his best friend, ally.

But instead, he just felt himself harden, licking along his lower lip and bringing his large palm to cup your sex. You were so warm, even through the fabric of your shorts.

He rubbed it, slow and soft, his eyes widening as he watched you, twitching and whimpering. You were already becoming so pliant, hips rubbing back into his palm. The longer it went on, the warmer you got.

He was so excited to split you open.

“Tell me what you want.” Bokuto looked into your eyes, waited. He knew the words were there on the tip of your tongue.

“C-Can you…” It was so cute, hearing you stutter over yourself despite the way you shamelessly pressed into his hand.

“Can you touch me, Kou...”

Finally he released his groan, loud and guttural. He moved his hands only a moment, just long enough to grip the hem of your shorts. In one swoop they were off your trembling thighs, discarded on the floor.

You were even more beautiful than Bokuto had imagined, one palm covering your flustered face while your thighs glistened in the dim glow of the tv. And there was your cunt, folds slightly swollen and shiny with your desire.

He would have taken a picture if he could have but that could be saved for another time.

“You’re so pretty baby, you’ve got the perfect little cunt.” Bokuto said with one of his signature grins, the ones that used to make your heart flutter back in high school when he would score a point.

His fingers were gentle, rubbing one large strip along your slit. Slowly he split open your lips, holding back the urge to drool. There was your perfect hole, fluttering around nothing.

Basically beckoning him.

“S-Stop staring Kou…” your voice was so whiny, so soft as you looked at him through tear clumped lashes. He hushed you softly, one palm on your cheek so he could have a better view of your face.

He just had to see what you looked like when he finally pressed inside.

“Can’t help it Birdy, you’re just so beautiful…” His thumb pushed past your bottom lip at the same time he pressed two thick fingers into your pussy. Your gasp was adorable, lips quickly latching onto his thumb to hide the whines.

His fingers alone were enough to cause a slight burn, the stretch feeling so much different than the one Kuroo could provide for you. It made you press your hips into his touch, your trembling fingers gripping his wrist with desperation.

Bokuto bit his lip, slowly pumping his fingers in and out. He would push all the way in until he reached his knuckles, allowing the cold surface of his rings to make you yelp every time before pulling out to just his fingertips.

He kept this pace until your hips began to match it, your adorable little body humping along his fingers as you tried your very best to keep yourself quiet.

Bokuto didn’t want that though. He wanted to hear you, needed to hear his name spilling off your lips. So he pulled his thumb from your mouth, gave your bottom lip a little tug as an act of encouragement.

“Feels good baby? Tell me how it feels?”

“F-Feels.” You were still stumbling over yourself. So cute. “Feels good…”

“Yea? I can tell, your pussy is swallowing me up.”

He chuckled when embarrassment flashed over your face, but before you could hide your face from him yet again he pressed the pad of his thumb to your clit. The action had you gasping, back lifting slightly off the mattress.

“That’s it…” Bokuto murmured, gaze locked on your face, how it scrunched up and twisted so pretty as the pleasure took over you. Your cunt squeezed around his fingers, an indication for him to add just one more.

“S’too much~” you tried whimpering at him, but Bokuto brushed it off with a couple of quick kisses to your lips. He had to prep you anyway, his cock was already threatening to rip through his pants.

When your voice heightened in pitch Bokuto picked up his pace. He brought his face close to your pussy, allowing his hot breath to fan over it. That had you grasping the cushions for dear life, a string of pleas leaving your lips.

“Want you to come on my fingers now Birdy. You can do it. It’ll feel so good. Be a good girl and cum.”

Your body reacted for you, lips hung open in a silent scream as his fingertips focused on that spongy spot within you. With a couple more tight circles into your clit you fell apart, walls clenching before gushing around his fingers.

Bokuto’s pupils blew out at the sight, nothing but primal desire flooding his system as he watched your arousal drown out his fingers. It wet his knuckles, coated his rings as he ever so slowly pulled his fingers free. The slick pop had both of you groaning softly, and he couldn’t help but watch as he spread his fingers apart to find strings of your arousal keeping them together.

He had to have a taste and refused to continue the evening without it. So he sucked his fingers into his mouth. His moan was nothing short of obscene, making sure he licked off every ounce of your essence.

You were panting as you watched him, eyes still tear glazed and body tingling as it came down from the high. When he finally noticed you staring he grinned.

But this time it was different. Not the scoring high school Bokuto, or the Bokuto who would flash this grin when he had a little too much to drink

This was different. Darker, carnal. It made a shiver travel all the way up your spine.

And yet you still didn’t say no when he told you to take your tank top off, didn’t say no when he pulled off his own black button up, back muscles rippling in the dim lighting as he pulled you into his lap.

And you definitely couldn’t say no to him when he pulled his cock free, the sheer length and girth making you whine.

He was so much bigger than Kuroo. Thicker, wider, maybe even longer.

“Shh Birdy, hold on tight. It’s only gonna hurt for a few seconds. Then I’m gonna make you feel so very good.” His reassurance puts you at ease. Kuroo had done the same for you, way back when the two of you first slept together.

Would Kuroo really be okay with this--

The gasp that was ripped from your throat made Bokuto that much more excited. Just his tip had pushed past the first ring of muscles and already there were tears in your eyes, nails digging into his shoulders at the stretch he provided.

“K-Kou, can’t, I can’t”

“Shh birdy. Remember I’m gonna make you feel good, promise.” And he really did want to make you feel good but fuck, with the way your pussy already clenched around his tip, threatened to suffocate him as he pressed in inch by inch, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his cool.

You were already creaming when he finally bottomed out, your legs wobbly when they tightened around him. Bokuto couldn’t tear his gaze from his lap, where he stretched out your sweet cunt. It was already drooling, swollen from just being split open by him.

Absent-mindedly he trailed his fingers over your tummy, fingers cursorily tracing the bulge he was able to form there.

There’s no way Kuroo filled you up this good, Bokuto knew that for certain.

“P-Please.” Your voice snapped Bokuto back to reality, the whine in your tone enough to make his dick twitch inside you. “M-Move Kou, need you.”

He sighed. Of course you needed him.

With his palms firmly grasping your hips he pulled you up his cock, just enough that the tip was still edged inside before he began to fuck you on himself. His arm muscles rippled with each push and pull, his hips thrust upwards every time he pushed you back down in order to help with the momentum.

You were gripping onto him so tightly, leaving red streaks along his shoulder blades. Your moans were sweet, sweet music, filling up the empty space with nothing but babbles and cries of his name.

There was still a part of him that looked at you with disappointment, a part of him that screamed how wrong this was, a part of him that knew if Kuroo walked through the doors right now you’d probably both be dead.

But when you looked at him with a tear streaked face, lips hung in a silent cry, skin rippling due to his relentless thrusts, how could he stop himself?

He was even more thrilled when your nails dug into his skin, along his back and shoulders, even along his forearms and pecks. “That’s it Birdy, you’re doin’ so well, takin’ my cock like this.”

The wet slapping sounds soon filled up the room, along with the moans and whimpers the both of you released. With a grunt, Bokuto had your back against the cushions once more, just so he could thrust within your tight cunt harder, faster.

Anything to feel you coming around him, to feel your walls squeeze him. It was everything he knew it would be, better even.

And he knew, Kuroo couldn’t make you feel this way, no way in hell could he even compare.

You had planned to ask him to pull out. No one had ever come inside you before, except Kuroo of course. It was his way of marking you, the subtle possessiveness always coming through when he would fill you to the brim and then plug you up.

But now, as Bokuto drilled into you, showered you with praises and sweet groans you lost all thought. All you thought of was the sweet sting, the stretch his cock could provide. The way he was able to smack into your sweet spot with every thrust.

So when he grunted out a “gonna cum.” you couldn’t find the words to stop him, rather you just let your eye roll back, let out a sweet cry when one of his calloused thumbs pressed into your clit.

Bokuto’s hips smacked into you once, twice more, before his balls twitched and his load filled you up. Rope after rope of warm cum spilled into you, one last strand being milked from him as you clenched up around him, finishing only seconds after he did.

His arms were around you, holding your trembling form so tightly to his chest. He had to look though, had to see exactly what it looked like when you were filled to the brim. So he pulled up just a little bit, moaned out loud at the sight of his cock, how when he slowly pulled it out it was covered in a layer of milky slick.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful…” He murmured, fingers scooping up the beads of arousal dripping from your used hole, only to push them back in.

He didn’t want a single drop wasted.

You were finally starting to come down from the high when Bokuto lifted his weight from you, the loss of contact making you shudder. In your right mind you could have covered up, but instead, you stayed sprawled out, lips tilted into a dumb little smile.

“K-Kou…” You murmured to him, making him look down at you as he stretched out, wincing from the marks you left that managed to break skin.

“Kuroo is gonna be so happy, you took great care of me…” Bokuto hummed, his smirk growing. He was so lucky, so lucky you were so sweet and naive.

He scooped you up then, carrying you bridal style up the stairs. As much as he would have loved to leave you there on the couch, a nice mess for Kuroo to come home to, he had to play it safe. He made sure to clean you up properly, tuck you into bed with fresh and clean clothes.

Bokuto couldn’t lose his closest ally just yet. So until then--

“I’ll make sure Tetsu knows. But you baby, I want you to keep it our secret okay? Can you do that for me?”

That sat funny with you, made your stomach tighten, just how it had at the beginning of the evening. You wanted to question him, ask why you couldn’t be a part of the discussion.

But when Bokuto loomed over you once more, one of his much larger palms easing itself over your neck, you were reminded yet again. Reminded of Bokuto and his power, his power over you.

And now over Kuroo.

“It's our secret. Remember that Birdy. Kuroo has always kept you in a cage, away from the world so others couldn’t hurt you, isn’t that right? Well now I’m going to do the same, keep you in a cage of my own, just the two of us…”

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finalfantasyxivwritings · 2 years

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Our WoL meeting other living shards of Azem and working together with their senses of identity.

To walk back from what most would call the very edge of the universe is far from an easy feat. Despair had sang her siren son, had bestowed upon you the burdening weight of hundreds of fallen worlds, and yet you managed to cling to whatever thread of hope still left within your body--and had come out of it alive.

So what are you to even do with that experience? Weave your battle at world's end into songs and stories, seek solace for the echo of misery yet ringing in your ears, or perhaps even try to forget it altogether?

What can you even do...?

Travel, as it turns out. When the dust settles over the world and the Scions each finds a place for themselves, you too pick a direction and begin to walk for as far as your heart has passion and curiosity to take you. From one end of the world to the other, then onward do you move to the First shard.

Then onward still. All the while you keep your eyes open and your mind searching, driven by a sense of longing that you can't begin to understand even as the silent words of Emet-Selch ring bright and painful within your mind.

In the Fourth shard you find a world comprised mostly of ocean dotted by but a single continent and multitudes of islands. The people seem happy, and you soon get the feeling that they too had just averted a world-ending terror of their own. On every mouth on every corner, you hear of a young priestess named Yuna--and a now-gone terror called Sin.

It's in this world that you cross paths with a young man named Tidus and hear about his tale; of friendship and hardship, of mysteries and answers, and of his love for those around him, protecting them even when everything seemed dire. Even when the two of you part too-soon after meeting, you can't help but feel you've known him before.

In the largest cities of the Eighth shard, there seems to be naught but machinery beyond even the wildest dreams of any Garlean engineer. It's in this place--seemingly devoid of magic in its entirety--that you find refuge in a bar, next to a young woman who seems all too familiar despite the fact that you had never seen her face before. Terra, her name is. When you jokingly ask for her life's tale, she confides to you that her story has only just begun, in a fashion, and that she's looking forwards instead of behind to see what is out there for her to experience.

In the Ninth shard you find a world yet racked with chaos of a type you'd never seen before. The ability to pull energy from the lifestream itself seems to have been realized, and to a great extent by the Shinra Electric Power Company. You barely have the time to start filtering how different the world is before you're swept up into another adventure of salvation--eventually coming across a young woman named Tifa. Upon helping her for a while, she makes mention that you remind her of someone else she knows. A young man, once-soldier named Cloud. She says the two of you are familiar in the same ways, but can't quite put a finger on how.

By the time you take your first step upon the Eleventh shard, you already feel as if you've felt a semblance of its energy before. As if you've met someone here a while ago, long enough for you to have forgotten the details but not nearly enough for it to be wiped from your thoughts. You travel for a long time in this world, awed by technology the likes of which rivaling both the Eight and Ninth, before you finally hear the story of how Noctis, the selfsame man who had once been displaced by time and space in your own world, had returned to save his own.

And from that, you travel onward.

#ffxiv #endwalker spoilers #ffxiv spoilers #writing #drabble #admittedly this might be wildly chaotic bc i know so little of most ff games #but i thought it was an interesting idea thread to follow up on #someone once pointed out how the First was super similar or inspired by FFIII so why not the other shards?#final fantasy xiv #6.0 spoilers #i am also vaguely inebriated as i write this so that's my excuse ok

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soukokuwu · 4 years

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☼ : short on time? lazy like me? try these ^.<

oneshots/scenarios !

✎ ANGST

come back, even as a shadow, even as a dream ☼ — he remembers you, since the day he first met you, and even when you’re gone. he remembers everything.

the day i met a demon ☼ — once upon a time he did you a favour, and now he’s come to collect. [au: grim reaper dazai]

life & you ☼ — he sticks by you, even when he knows you’re going to leave him soon. this is dazai giving his all to a love he knows is bound to fail.

“why haven’t you left?”; alternate ending — dazai pushes you away to save you from his dangerous world, and instead finds you in even more danger than before.

imagine — he’s gone, and you think you’re crazy for seeing him.

a breathing pain — the story of how dazai osamu killed you.

wandering — what could be worse than losing your best friend, your confidant? (may be rewriting this)

a letter to dazai osamu ☼ — you write a letter to your boyfriend.

something left unguarded — it’s hard not to let your guard down around someone you love, what’s harder is not to falter when they’re gone.

❝how our journey pans out❞ [complete] — the story of how you and dazai’s friendship flourished while breaking your heart.

chapter 001 - this is our beginning. — fluff-ish

chapter 002 - and how it all goes.

chapter 003 - but it all came crashing.

✎ FLUFF

take a chance [university!au] ☼ — it’s your senior year and the infamous suicidal bastard has just come back. (part 2 coming soon)

“why haven’t you left?” — dazai doesn’t understand why you have so much faith in him.

through my eyes — you don’t think you’re beautiful, but he does, and he tries to show you you are.

what you would give — being in a secret relationship with pm!dazai is never going to be easy.

your masks & mine — you feel insecure because of your own childhood, and dazai wants to understand.

cognizance — dazai never lets you in, and you’re losing faith in the relationship.

takes two to tango ☼ — dazai thinks he may have found his match in you. the one where you’re an assassin and dazai did not see this coming.

hot chocolate & marshmallows — an indoors day with your favourite drink.

home is not a place — dazai comforts you after an unnecessary hardship [tw: discrimination against skin tone]

the perfect escape — comfort cuddling with dazai in bed.

lovebug — sometimes the simplest dates carry the greatest meanings.

✎ NSFW

stop lying to yourself — dazai takes care of his ex-partner. like, really takes care of him.

our dirty little secret — you and dazai are fuck buddies and you decide to have a rendezvous in someone’s office...

on edge ☼ — a steamy night of overstimulation and getting to peg your boyfriend dazai.

little babygirl — soft dom dazai with a shy you.

drabbles !

things he said too quietly

things they said at 1am [soukoku]

things he said when he was scared

things he said when he was drunk

things he said while you were crying

things he said when he was crying

headcanons !

✎ FLUFF/ANGST/NSFW

turned back into a child & s/o has to take care of him

s/o with identical twin sister [& drabble]

finding s/o with mild heart attack

s/o who sleeps everywhere

sleepy cuddles with s/o

makeup artist s/o

insecure chubby s/o

s/o with identical twin sister [& drabble]

tall fem!s/o insecure about her height

popular artist fem!s/o

fem!crush with yandere-ish male!best friend

clumsy male!s/o

falling for a one-night stand

male!s/o with anxiety attacks

s/o working in kindergarten

s/o who likes surprising them

bubbly s/o with a similar past

s/o who likes baking sweets

sick s/o with hallucinations and tries to jump

s/o who likes to jump scare him

jealous because fem!s/o loves anime, otome games etc & keeps showing off husbandos & waifus

water date

meek male s/o

little sister left mafia with him, now kouyou wants her back

very affectionate & headstrong s/o

s/o with a bad past

comforting his s/o

punishing s/o for trying to top him

taking care of baby atsushi with s/o

super horny s/o

very deredere crush

✎ YANDERE

pm boss!dazai x pm!s/o

yandere s/o

a broken darling s/o

punishing darling for escaping

s/o stops taking vital medicine

shy hikikomori s/o NSFW

s/o not receptive to their feelings at all

hikikomori darling who escapes trying to protect him

s/o has a thing for his hands NSFW

hikikomori darling has to stay in the hospital

darling kisses him while he’s sleeping & says that they still love him despite everything

#tumblr ihy you made me redo my gifs to bland ones 😾#rachwrote #masterlist #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #bsd oneshot #bsd scenarios #bsd x reader #bsd dazai osamu #bsd dazai x reader

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After completing Higurashi When They Cry Hou - Ch.5 Meakashi... I find it puts everything into perspective. I may need to publish multiple posts just to get it all on paper. This will be my in-depth analysis on it all. Spoiler warning, though, I’ll be as delicate as possible.

I can definitely say that this chapter was composed with the most raw of emotions, and succinctly denotes the decline of human mentality.

From the beginning of the story, I already caught the fidgety nature of Shion - the moment she escapes from the school, she has an underlying anxiety shielded by her flirty and playful character. What I found most fascinating was her notebook entries, notably pg. 5, pg. 19, pg. 26, pg. 150, and pg. 165, illustrated below. She records her thought-process and developing emotion as it goes. It’s all captured there. The curiosity of the warm, fuzzy feelings that are occurring. The discovery of being in-love. Pinpointing what captures her heart about him. The impending loss and coping with it. The lack of coping and driver of action. The inevitable despondence and despair. After all information is collected, and once the well is dry of clues, then ignites the blame game. With blame comes condemnation and spite... and with growing spite comes aggression and violence. With aggression and violence comes ensuing mortality, and with murder comes far more mental noise and sanity loss.

It’s like a full circle of true bliss and happiness devolving into agony and insanity. Happier than you ever were before... then it’s all taken from you, stripped away, and buried into questions that cannot be answered no matter how much effort you put. It’s no wonder Satoshi’s loss added such powerful strain on Shion Sonozaki... To deal with those raw emotions? Once logic and problem-solving measures yields no results, that’s when a clear picture becomes exponentially blurred, only intensifying the more you fall deeper into it. I caught myself mentally telling her, “Slow down, Shion. You’ll have your answers soon enough. Some things cannot directly be changed in the world. Some circumstances cannot have intervention.”

Based on how she describes Satoshi is contrast to Keiichi, it’s evident what her type of man is. Once she found him, it’s only him now. No other man can compare. Satoshi is gentle, naïve, airheaded in many facets of life (including but not limited to, ordinary activities like shopping or sports), softhearted, higher empathy than most, and unfortunately suffers a lot mentally due to abuse at home, among other things. This fits all of what Shion loves, and due to her protective and obsessive nature, him suffering furthers her love and dominance over him and his affairs.

That said, there’s also a dominate vs. dominant complex going on. While she feels prowess in aiding and advising Satoshi on typical no-brainer tasks, he still has a dominating feature which conversely is his gentle pets. It freezes her on the spot and she’s instantly incapsulated by his touch. It’s so sweet. A beautiful dynamic unlike any other I ever witnessed.

As the feelings of love flourishes, so too do the feelings of growing spite and hatred towards all who oppose or negatively affects Satoshi. Shion begins to despise Satoko for her role in relying on Satoshi for emotional and protective support.

This is what drove a mental decline for Shion, as her obsessive and recurring thoughts happened, she reinforced them with compulsive repetition. Repeating these thoughts with emotions of fear and sadness associated with them is a recipe for disaster... a turning point for her wellbeing. Despite this increasing mental noise, Shion I would say, has a strong feminine emotional intelligence. She is opportunistic overall with feminine cues, just like how she boasted to Mion, “That just means you can’t slack off for even a moment, Sis, because you’ve got a rival. Tears can attract men, but they don’t anchor them. You should always be smiling, but cry when it really counts!”

I think we can all relate on this one. We all wish to appeal to the one we love, and the ones who love hard... tend to do the more drastic measures to be in their light, like changing themselves or picking up the hobbies they enjoy, etc. It is psychologically known that opposites do not attract, so employing these changes generally work in your favor - but at what cost? This leads into my next point...

Identity. As her mental state declines, her internal identity crisis intensifies. She had it buried within her the whole time. Her entire life since birth, she may feel as though her twin cast a shadow over her. Sure, she brushed it off with pride and flair to differentiate, but at the end of the day, they are identical twins. One was cast aside, and one was titled the next Sonozaki heir. It is perspicuous what this emphasizes... One is better, or at the very least, more fitting than the other. A lost sense of self, a castaway, sent off to a faraway prison or “school” whilst the other shines brightly... It’s evident what damage this caused Shion internally. While I cannot fully grasp what she feels, since I don’t have a twin, I can only begin to imagine the immense mental weight this put on her and her identity. Her loss of identity and low self-esteem internally connects directly to her own reliance on Satoshi. She NEEDS him in order to clear away that mental noise, to give her that boosted sense of self, and to love passionately for a fuller life.

This was the creation of his presence. Her brain protectively created a Satoshi presence to fill the gaps, to finally garner that peace of mind she deserves. It is all in vain, unfortunately, as nothing can compare to the power of his touch, or the sight of his naivety or shy disgruntled nature.

After having an alter ego for years and years, I know the pain and hardship. Though, while I may not know exactly how Shion felt, I do fully connect with plenty of it. I too, would be just as reactionary and passionately murderous if the love of my life disappeared without answers. There were just so many stages where she could have caught herself? I know how hard it must be to lose the one-and-only, and I know how it feels impossible to feel sane, and I also know how that alter-ego, that demon, that presence, can ensnare you without ever feeling like it would let go... but, after getting help... I promise that it does. I sought out professional help for my own mental noise and alter ego and identity crisis, and the medication and therapy helped me more than I can ever ask for...

I only wonder if this could have been prevented had she sought medical help from Dr. Irie. In conclusion, a fantastic in-depth chapter. I loved every bit of it!

#higurashi #higurashi when they cry #visual novel #video games #pc games #shion sonozaki

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6, 8, 16, 23 and 38 for the COMIX asks

6: Favorite DC hero

hard tie between alan scott and jared stevens (big surprise) but otherwise. pre-90s hal jordan.

8: Favorite story-arc of your favorite character

as if there’s any question about it, Hal Jordan’s entire decade-long arc from Parallax into the Spectre. primarily the Parallax portion of it, although those comics detailing the hardships Hal went through at the beginning of his tenure as the Spectre (as well as his appearance in JSA 1999 “Redemption Lost” and the additional arc details in the Sleepers novel series). still ardently believe no one else has ever done anything so good for a character and unfortunately ever will again. everything dealing with Hal’s very justified rage and indignity regarding the destruction of Coast City to his loss of purpose to his guilt and uhhhh very obvious suicidal tendencies altogether make it a very fascinating story to me. depending on my mood I flip flop between parallax the entity straight up not existing and it just being all hal and parallax being a slightly more subdued instance of parasitic zombification but either way my point stands.

16: Worst comic you have ever read and why

Batman year zero I tried reading it when I was obsessed witth the riddler but it just sucked so much ass I hated it so much. capullo’s art style makes me wanna break things. otherwise that whole clusterfuck generally with metal/year of the villain. snyder cant write im sorry. nothing makes sense and feels like he’s only ever trying to capture the weirdness of old timey comics without actually understanding why the camp of back then worked and also why more often than not it didn’t work.

23: Your stance on events

DEPENDS. a lot of modern day events vary from terrible to being on thin ice. if it’s mostly contained within a specific series then it’s. probably fine. wrath of the first lantern, for instance. despite being new52 imo it remained pretty good. the last company-wide event I liked is probably blackest night. most other event nowadays don’t really have a whole lot coordination between writers so it never feels like there’s any real stakes. my biggest problem with that whole dark knights death metal ordeal with perpetua could not have been more obvious and cheap method of giving the universe a quick soft reboot. i fully admit to still having yet to have read crisis on infinite earths but even that still felt more put together. zero hour is REALLY well done by comparison imo. every writer who wants to do an event nowadays feels like they’re entirely motivated by making their mark rather than. just writing an interesting and compelling story. identity crisis? compelling. dark knights death metal? garbage.

38: If you were to pick the dream superhero book you’d wanna read who would write it, and who would draw it, and what hero would it be about?

HMM. DIFFICULT. now that im (we’re) newly into him, I’d imagine a black label Enemy Ace book akin to War Idyll but set entirely during wwi rather than in flashbacks. something that focuses on his crushing loneliness in the same his stories in the original comics did. drawn by doc shaner. written by….. honestly maybe George Pratt again.

Otherwise. honestly probably ideally a jared stevens book dealing with him finding purpose after coming to life after whatever event and coming with to terms with no longer being fate but still being stuck with the consequences (the eye and the arm). drawn AND illustrated by keith giffen and finally allowing him to finish the arc he was making with the Dr. Fate mini series he had written beforehand.

#this is very rambling and I’m not certain it makes sense BUT #ask

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tentavamp · 3 years

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So another thing I believe Jolyne and Hermes would both share and cope with amongst themselves fairly well is is a past rooted in internalized misogyny. Not blatant, turn-your-back-on-other-women internalized misogyny, but the kind that severely affected how they grew up under pressures from their loved ones. This is gunna be long as shit so I’m putting it under a readmore.

I think Jolyne’s root came from Jotaro’s. Jotaro is a man who’s constantly struggling to not change so that he doesn’t have to do any painful inward thinking. It’s easier for him (as a trans man OBVIOUSLY) to just go full blown masculine back in a time when it was far less accepting to be GNC. They take you more seriously the more masculine you are, the less you question your identity, the more stoic in your feelings you remain, and so he shuttered himself up so he didn’t have to face those hard things within himself and in the real world. Having a father that refused to budge from the extreme end of masculine to the point of withdrawal rubbed off heavily on Jolyne in her formative years. Instead of shuttering herself, however, she became loud. Because Jotaro only seemed to stir when she was exceptionally loud in her attention seeking. She also tried to remove herself from femininity because she thought, in turn, Jotaro would take her more seriously if she was like him. It made her fear expressing or participating in any “feminine affairs” because she was worried about essentially “dropping her ball” and being quickly shoved into the corner with the other girls, even going as far as to avoid hanging out and making friends with other girls in fear (Undoubtedly the reason why it took her so long to find out she was a lesbian and also more major projecting on my part but I feel it makes a lot of sense).

Hermes, on the other hand, has her issues rooted in the pressures put upon her by her family. She’s always leaned at least a little naturally masculine, which was one aspect that was very subtly frowned upon by those that surrounded her. All of her life, her father tried to encourage her to be more like Gloria, because he saw her as the more mature sister. “Gloria is so mature”, “Gloria is so pretty”, “Maybe Gloria can teach you to have a bit more discipline”, even though Gloria was overworked emotionally and forced to grow up quickly herself. Hermes just wanted to support her family in the way she felt most capable, but despite her efforts, she was seen as lazy for trying to focus on her athletics instead of the restaurant and grew to resent everything that Gloria stood for to their family; the pretty, the reserved, the mature, the hard worker. She pushed it aside because she felt betrayed by all of those labels and ended up withdrawing. I headcanon that she spent most of her time discovering herself and developing her identity alone, probably a young person new to the gay bar scene, because she just had to get away and go at her own pace. Her wakeup call came when Gloria died and she realized that she had isolated herself instead of trying to express her fears to her family, and by the time she had almost grown enough courage to tell her father, it was already too late.

In the modern day, Hermes is recovering her confidence in herself and her identity, and eventually serves as Jolyne’s wakeup call as they begin to grow close and discover EACHOTHER. Hermes is a woman that isn’t far out of Jolyne’s personal comfort zone, and ends up getting through to her that, yes, you can be a woman and not hate yourself because womanhood and femininity do not have to be linked if you unlink them. Femininity isn’t the enemy whether you find comfort in it or not, and after some time, I think that knowledge would restore Jolyne’s interest in exploring both the masculine and feminine, and would eventually lead to her exploring both butch and femme identities and settling between them. If they had gotten out safe and sound, I think with all of the hardships Jolyne has had figuring herself out, Hermes would be very eager to introduce her to her chosen family at her favorite hole-in-the-wall bars, and like Hermes, she would have found the places where she can be most comfortable with herself.

#this is a lot of headcanon but I think really hard about this and just love sharing it #jolymes #jojo #bone rattling #jojo headcanons

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Heya, i come across your blog while talking about nelroche etc. I never know anything about l&l since i never play lovestruck, can someone give explanation which part that is similiar? While idk anything about lovestruck, I found their previous work also has similiar with manga yana of the dawn (which i have read the manga, and yes, they are pretty similiar to called it just coincidence).

okay so fair warning... this is long as fuck because there are more similarities than there are differences lol. also as a disclaimer i’m only invested in this whole thing insofar as it entertains me but if the “””””creators””””” want to fight me because i wrote this post.... they’re welcome to but i promise i’ll have more fun than they will lmfao

l&l’s about a young woman from a major city in our world who one day gets sucked via magical portal into a fantasy world filled with magic and races that are only fiction in ours. once there, she gets mistaken for their most notorious war criminal, an insanely powerful witch who committed a genocide and is center of a cult of worshipers willing to kill and die for her.

this is nelroche’s description, straight from their devblog:

now, if it was a matter of similar basic premises and setups, i’d write it off as coincidence and tell the anons who made me aware of this that i thought they were overreacting. after all, “normal-human sucked into medieval world” and even “mistaken identity” are both very well established tropes that have been done and done again and will continue to be done because many find it compelling. hell, i do too. honestly, if the devs had simply said that they drew inspiration from love & legends, i’d have understood.

but.

the similarities only begin there. and they only get more excessive. coupled with their adamant denial that they’ve never even read it....... it’s just not possible lmfao. even if they decided to change the physical appearances of the characters, the tropes behind them and their personalities are exactly the same.

the nelroche demo has:

1) the lord of a region who’s a massive workaholic to the point of self-detriment, but is very caring towards their people and their inner circle and whom everyone in the group has referred to as a parental figure.

aka.... l&l’s reiner wolfson, who’s described directly from the app as “Reiner is a fair and compassionate ruler who would defend the people of the human domain with his life.”

2) the prickly knight to said lord, who’s fiercely dedicated to their liege, very serious in personality along with stubborn and prideful, but cares deep down once you get past their walls.

literally l&l’s august falke. the demo describes them, literally as “...reminds me of the knights in the fairy tales, except, it seems, not quite as charming” whereas august’s in-app description reads “This knight in shining armor is more aggressive than the story books led you to believe...” I’ll let the similarities there speak for themselves.... lol

3) the energetic and bubbly mage who’s super tiny compared to their companions and avoids serious discussion, who happens to be a bit of a trickster and has a mysterious quality.

l&l’s altea bellerose but make it less pink! altea and “C”s similarities go even deeper but i’ll get into that a bit later.

4) the mysterious and heterochromatic-eyed figure who’s distrustful and initially stand-offish as a result of living through a life of hardship, that is excitable and actually loves to travel.

look no further than l&l’s saerys! M’s eyes are “ocean blue and purple” compared to his blue and red, but don’t let that difference fool you! their introductions are laughably similar (more on that later)... and the “travel” bit lmfao. not to be mean but they couldn’t at least change up his hobbies? come on now, work for that plagiarized bag!

5) the lazy and flirtatious one who’d rather spent their days joking and taking it easy than handling their many responsibilities, who does care but shows it in ways unconventional.

just because their hair is grey instead of white doesn’t mean it’s not l&l’s iseul idreis, babes! i’d know that endlessly frustrating man anywhere! lovestruck’s app description for him reads: “The elven prince is beautiful and cunning with a silver tongue, but his lackadaisical lifestyle leaves much to be desired”. corporate wants you to find the difference between these two pictures they’re the same dot jpg.

6) the complicated and slender blonde who wields both blade AND magic, whose eyes glow, whose power is deemed dangerous, who wears shades of blue, AND is initially described as cold? who seems like she wants to beat the hell out of her compatriots, who she seems to lead, and whose outfit is needlessly complicated?

you think i don’t know a knock off helena klein when i see one???? ME???????? helena’s in-app description LITERALLY reads “cold as ice” and “wielding both sword and sorcery with ruthless precision”!!!!! of alllllllllll the things i’m most offended by this one motherfucker you can’t just fuck around with helena on a whim okay this shit is personal now!!!!!!

7) the creepy, predatory, and combative pale-but-tanned-but-murky-skinned dude who wears robes and a creepy beast mask.

l&l’s jinhai jubal i know it’s you!!!! actually this is probably the funniest thing of the whole situation to me bc this dev decided to remove not-alain as a love interest and seemingly replace him with not-jinhai. secondary poster you a hilarious bitch i’m not gonna lie.

(here’s jinhai in his mask lmfao)

8) the mouse-looking man who seems not as confident as not-helena and not-jinhai, wears full armor AND a double-sided sword strapped to his back.

none other than l&l’s alain richter, back from the dead! im gonna let the next image speak for itself.

still with me? i sure hope so bc it really gets juicy now!!!!! the similarities don’t end with the characters!!!! no, no, no!!!! the plot and progression of the demo are identical to that of l&l’s pilot episode, beat for beat.

in the l&l pilot episode, after the mc stumbles through the portal and into the medieval town, she’s almost immediately accosted by august, a rude mf who essentially acts not very knight-like despite his appearance and forces her into the nearby castle’s dungeon.

once inside the dungeon, the l&l mc is approached by a figure with hetero-chromatic eyes, who seems intrigued and confused by the mc’s lack of knowledge about the fantasy world.

once that person leaves, in comes a bubbly woman who seems to be floating. she asks mc if she’s ready to get out of the dungeon, and mc is like!!!! finally someone willing to help me. only..... uh oh.... she takes her to her lord instead of freeing her, wtf!!!!

once brought to the lord, who seems much more calm and reasonable than his high-strung and feisty knight, he listens to mc’s story and seems to believe her somewhat, but doesn’t want to risk his people.

(he’s even standing at the window LMFAOOOOOOOOO)

then the last remaining figure (iseul) playfully suggests that the lord (reiner) allow the mc to pick which among the group she’d like to guard her while they all determine whether or not she’s being truthful about not knowing anything. this is literally! literally! LITERALLY! how the PILOT EPISODE! of LOVE AND LEGENDS! ENDS!

ARE YOU SERIOUS LMFAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOO. going through all this is literally fucking HILARIOUS to me like ak;sdfjadsfkl;asdfjlasdf how BOLD and BRAVE do you have to be to so blatantly rip something off and then deny even ever encountering what you stole from adsfkjldfasdfkasd,f. i’m not even super mad bc like.... i torment voltage for funsies. but! LMAO!!!!!!!!

lastly..... as an added bonus to all of the juicy, juicy evidence above. l&l mc has a best friend in the “real”, modern world, who inexplicably has a lookalike in the fantasy world. well..... would you believe it if i told you that the nelroche has one just like it???

that’s right! even sophie and solaire made the plagiarism cut! gotta love those girlies, i’m so happy for them :)

the end!

#lvstrck #long post #do i tag this bc i want to cause problems on purpose?????#love & legends #l&l #nelroche #oops!#Anonymous

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1) It doesn’t fit with GRRM’s track record to introduce something as monumental as this, let alone so late in the game, and have it be what it says on the tin. For Aegon to actually be Elia and Rhaegar’s son who miraculously appears at the 11th hour to save the day doesn’t fit at all. Also, unfortunately, GRRM’s presentation of his characters of color is absolutely abysmal. While he debunked the theory of Dany blowing up the Water Gardens (THANK GOD), that doesn’t mean he’s going to magically treat Dorne how it deserves to be treated. A lot of the “evidence” I’ve seen about Aegon being real hinges on GRRM actually doing right by his characters of color and their associated storylines, which is … not likely.

2) The Golden Company was founded by Bittersteel, the #1 Blackfyre supporter who kept trying to make the Blackfyre cause succeed even long after Daemon was dead. The GC has been faithfully pro-Blackfyre ever since, and was even led by a Blackfyre, Maelys, in the Fifth Rebellion as well, which was not all that long ago.

3) The GC has never broken a contract before — in fact, their words have been “as good as gold” since the very beginning when Bittersteel founded it — so why would they now? They would only break a contract for blood (“some contracts are writ in ink, and some in blood”), for a Blackfyre. They broke the contract so they can help put Aegon on the throne and finally complete what Daemon and Bittersteel began.

4) The GC met with Viserys and Dany and laughed them out of the room. Why would they then be all gung-ho for a different Targaryen? Viserys wasn’t even a madman or pathetic when he met with them (Dany was still “a little girl”), Robert had only recently gotten the throne and therefore it was at its most vulnerable, and Viserys was well-known in Westeros as the Targaryen heir. If they were going to support a Targaryen, it would have been Viserys. Or Daenerys. Yet they didn’t. So why support Viserys’s alleged nephew instead? They would only do so because the Targaryen was only nominally one, in reality a Blackfyre.

5) Illyrio specifically says the Blackfyres are extinct in the male line, meaning they are still around, only through the female line, such as Illyrio’s late wife Serra. Aegon being Illyrio and Serra’s son would explain Illyrio’s fondness for the boy, why he’s so sad to see him go, and why he’s so invested in putting a “Targaryen” on the throne. Additionally, he found Serra as a sex slave in a Lysene brothel — quite a long ways down from the favored son of a Targaryen king. It would make sense for Illyrio, who loved her deeply, to in her memory restore what was “stolen” from her family.

6) Illyrio has a trunk full of children’s clothes, despite the fact that he’s supposed to be childless. Good clothes, too. (Those clothes are also blue, the color Aegon dyes his hair. Maybe a coincidence, maybe not.)

7) JonCon notes that Rhaegar’s eyes were “a deep purple, darker than this boy’s,” implying to us the reader that Aegon is not Rhaegar’s. It’s also a hint that JonCon has suspicions that Aegon is not the real deal but is in denial, because if Aegon isn’t real, then that means Rhaegar really is lost to him forever and he can do nothing to avenge him.

8) I’ve seen the argument for “sun’s son” being Aegon but it doesn’t make sense. Asha is called the kraken’s daughter, for one, despite being a Greyjoy in her own right, so yes, it tracks that Quentyn can be called the “sun’s son” despite being a “sun” himself (and it just has better rhythm). Plus, if he weren’t the “sun’s son,” how would he instead be the “mummer’s dragon”? He’s not a dragon, he’s not a fake, nor is he being controlled by a mummer, whereas that fits for Aegon. And in Dany’s HOTU vision, there’s a cloth dragon swaying on poles above a cheering crowd — how would Quentyn fit that either (especially since he’s dead)? But Aegon would. This is also in the same passage as “slayer of lies,” mind you. Aegon is the lie to be slain. The other people in the prophecy are pretty clear as to their identities, so why would “sun’s sun” and “mummer’s dragon” be riddles?

9) The Blackfyres and their rebellions have been developed more and more through the years, including an entire Dunk and Egg book about the second one. Would be a bit odd to completely drop that thread, no? The Third Rebellion didn’t even happen until late in Aerys I’s reign, so it’s not like the Blackfyres will play a central role any time soon in D&E. In the main series, however, they would. Plus, GRRM wrote the D&E book about the Second Rebellion while he was also writing ADWD, and it’s in ADWD that history lessons about the Blackfyres are repeatedly brought up.

10) The parallel between Aegon and Jon. Jon is a real secret Targaryen raised without knowing his true identity, whereas Aegon is a fake secret Targaryen raised without knowing his true identity.

11) There’s plenty of the “human heart in conflict with itself” that GRRM loves with him being fake. Dany gets another family member, the son of her beloved brother Rhaegar — only to find out Aegon’s a fake. JonCon raises a child for over a decade, the son of his beloved Rhaegar, redemption for losing at Stoney Sept — only to find out Aegon’s a fake. Dorne (Doran specifically) gets a piece of their beloved Elia back — only to find out Aegon’s a fake. Aegon himself has believed his whole life that he’s Elia and Rhaegar’s son, the heir to the throne, has gone through many hardships to get where he is — only to find out he’s been lied to since day one. Those are all very real, very poignant beats.

12a) The supposition that Elia would save her son but not her daughter — Dornish Elia, who would value her daughter just as much as her son — is nonsensical to me. I CANNOT get behind that one bit. Maybe I can justify Elia being willing to sacrifice someone else’s innocent baby if it meant saving her own (though that’s a horrible and heartless thing to do), but I CANNOT see a justification for her saving Aegon yet not Rhaenys.

Moreover, if the baby weren’t Aegon, why would Elia be so willing to die for it? If it weren’t hers, if she had been pragmatic/cold enough to trade her baby for someone else’s, why on EARTH would she not have left that baby in the nursery and gone with Rhaenys, her actual child? The men Tywin sent had a reputation even back then and had scaled the walls of Maegor’s Holdfast. Elia would be dumb as a bag of bricks to think they would spare “her” son and Rhaenys, or possibly even herself. If they were to magically spare “Aegon,” great! Everyone’s happy (except Tywin). But why would Elia take that risk? No. She would only tell Rhaenys to run away yet stay with Aegon because he was her child and she had no other choice.

12b) If Elia switched the babies, then why don’t the Martells know anything about it? They were involved in a Targaryen restoration, Oberyn even went to Essos to sign the betrothal pact between Arianne and Viserys. Yet none of them know that their nephew is alive? If Elia really did take the pains to switch the babies for her son’s safety, why would she not have involved her family? At the very least, by having whoever she sent Aegon with even just hint to her family that he’s alive? But they know nothing. Zilch. They put their eggs in Viserys’s basket, then Dany’s, who are at best Elia-adjacent.

12c) Who would even be able to do such a thing as switch out the babies without a soul being the wiser? Varys, probably, but there is no way in hell Elia would entrust her son to him. Far beyond simply being a shady person in general who is out for himself and himself alone, he was the one who purposefully whispered in Aerys’s ear about invented conspiracies and betrayals. He made Aerys more paranoid, more dangerous. To the detriment of Rhaegar, Elia, their children, and the realm at large. Varys is the entire reason Aerys went to the Tourney at Harrenhal in the first place, because he convinced him that Rhaegar convened the tourney to meet with a bunch of lords in order to depose Aerys. Varys directly and gleefully contributed to Aerys’s further descent into tyranny.

Elia wouldn’t have trusted Varys as far as she could throw him, certainly not with something as precious as her child, not even if she were desperate. Even if she did trust him for some insane reason, how is Varys so powerful as to find a lookalike for Aegon but not for Rhaenys? Surely it’s easier to find a black-haired, brown-eyed toddler than a silver-haired, purple-eyed baby, no? Or why couldn’t he direct Elia to one of the many secret passageways so she could escape with the kids rather than this convoluted baby swap? Or any number of other things? At every turn, Aegon (but not Rhaenys!) being spirited away by anyone, most especially Varys, doesn’t hold up. Hell, why would Varys help Elia? What does he have to gain by not only helping her but egregiously undermining Aerys? Aerys whose ear he’s been meticulously whispering into, Aerys who’s the only reason Varys is at court and has power at all? Agreeing to and orchestrating the baby swap runs counter to everything we know about him.

13) Aegon being real means Elia and Dorne are essentially dealt two blows. We and they spend all this time believing her son was brutally murdered in King’s Landing. But then, psych! He’s actually alive! They get their hopes up, the wound is opened all over again, only for him to … be brutally murdered in King’s Landing. (Or possibly elsewhere, but likely KL.) Why is that better? What would be the point of Aegon being Elia and Rhaegar’s son if he’s just going to die like his “cover story” says he did? Actually, they’d be dealt three blows, really, given that Quentyn died as well in the pursuit of Targaryen restoration. Things are going to be painful enough without having Aegon be the real Aegon.

14) JonCon didn’t come to be Aegon’s caretaker until Aegon was 5. In other words, he wouldn’t recognize whether or not this Aegon is the one he saw as a baby. But because he’s so personally invested in Aegon being the real deal, he doesn’t question it too much. The result is that JonCon, who is well-known to have been close to Rhaegar and thus Elia (proximally, not emotionally of course, what with him hating her and all), him caring for the boy lends viability to the story. Which we see in action by Doran believing, or at least being willing to listen to, JonCon’s letter.

15) The Toynes have a very negative history with the Targaryens (and Barristan) but a positive one with the Blackfyres. Would it not make more sense for Myles Toyne to align himself with a Blackfyre rather than a Targaryen? Myles, who was the one who put his seal to the secret pact?

16a) It’s been 84 years. Even R+L=J, which is as much of a sure thing as you can possibly get, is disputed by some in the fandom. Some people believe Ashara Dayne is alive, and a subset of those go so far as to say she’s Jyana Reed. Some people have some theory about the Boltons being vampires. Like. It has been so long since the last book that things that would have been surprises or interesting twists have been examined to death, so by now they seem “too obvious.” Ten years ago, Aegon being real would undoubtedly have been a much more believed thing, because we’d have just recently been told it. But now? There’s been ample time to parse everything out and to determine that no, he likely isn’t real. Same for R+L=J. Ten years ago, or longer, Jon being revealed to be the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna would have been a bombshell. But now? It’s obvious as fuck. So to circle back around to “Yep, Aegon is real!” ignores the fact that it’s supposed to be a smokescreen and a twist.

16b) Related to this is GRRM’s own words. There’s an SSM where he’s asked whether Rhaenys and Aegon are really dead. He affirms that Rhaenys is but hedges for Aegon. Why? Not because he’s saying Aegon is real, but because he’s introducing the Young Griff arc. If he were to say, “Aegon’s definitely dead, too,” or “Aegon’s definitely alive,” that would completely spoil the tension and truth/untruth of the storyline.

Do I know that Aegon’s a fake? Obviously not, since we don’t have the books. But the evidence points to it being extremely unlikely that he’s the real deal. Like I also said, however, I’m not sure it really matters whether he is or not. So far as he knows, he’s truly Elia and Rhaegar’s son. His name is Aegon, he was raised to be a king, he seems to be quite a decent young man (people who cite him tipping over the cyvasse board can suck it), he will probably ride a dragon at some point, and so on. At the end of the day, who he’s biologically related to doesn’t seem super relevant.

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