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pillow-anime-talk · 2 years

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his mean s/o.

request ; @erina-writes-headcanons: hey, author! i just read the hcs for kind of forget and forgive s/o. i’m curious if imayoshi, aomine and akashi have an s/o who is lowkey like jade west/karma akabane (prickly, mischievous, sassy, tough, sarcastic, grounchy, a bit sadistic, and violent). although, they actually really kind but only to those she is close with, like their family, best friend and her pet but to strangers (especially to those who mean to her or asshole) s/o is very mean.

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; college!au/work!au; pet mention; mean!reader; swearing; rather sfw

includes: female reader ft. shouichi imayoshi, daiki aomine & seijuurou akashi {knb}

author’s note: love u!

— SHOUICHI

↘ He likes that side of your character very much.

↘ As your boyfriend, he knows perfectly well that you are kind to older people, you have a huge heart for animals, and a lot of love for your closest family members... But he can’t hide the fact that he just enjoys watching your upset version when you argue with other girls or you say your opinion out loud as class president.

↘ It’s pretty amazing how much emotion and authority can be in one, precious woman.

↘ Of course, he also gets ‘hit’ sometimes because you just don’t want to let Shouichi destroy your plans, but most of the time you’re just lovely and cute to him. You respect him damn well and trust him like no one else.

↘ However, if someone upsets your partner, you will definitely take matters into your own hands and you don’t hesitate to offend the other person; it doesn’t matter if it’s his best friend, a member of the basketball team, a far-away maternal uncle, or a stranger to both of you. No one has the right to insult your boyfriend and make this boy sad. You also get nervous then.

↘ “Hey, bitch. Are you blind? Can’t you see there’s an evenly deducted amount here? Do you need glasses or eye drops?”

— DAIKI

↘ “... Hey, Mika, do you think that Aomine-san is single now?”

↘ “I hope so. I dream about a date with him since first grade, ahh. He’s so cool and handsome.”

↘ While walking towards the school gym, you suddenly heard voices of two young girls. You immediately stopped and looked at them with dark eyes and in addition, your both fists clenched, breathing slowed. As soon as the teens noticed you, they quickly bowed their heads and then wanted to apologize to you, but you spoke first.

↘ “I must have misheard.” You stepped closer, then put your hand on the wall beside them. “Will you repeat?”

↘ “W-Well...” She started with a worried tone of voice, and you giggled.

↘ “You know, I don’t think Daiki would even look at your ugly face, but go on, dream about it.” You winked at her, and then you continued your walk to the huge gym where your boyfriend was just doing one of his training sessions.

↘ “... Such a badass.” You heard on the right side, and when you turned your head slightly, you saw an amused basketball player in grey shorts and a T-shirt that was too big. “I like this.”

↘ “It was quite pathetic, Daiki. I really can’t believe that someone thinks they could be better than me.” Your partner only smiled in satisfaction at the sound of these words.

↘ “Right. Nobody is and will be better than my sassy girl.” He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and then walked with you into the gym.

— SEIJUUROU

↘ Akashi was your sedative and the person who always reminded you to use the correct language.

↘ You differed slightly in terms of your characters; yes, you were both very imperious, but Seijuurou always kept common sense and good language. You were definitely more explosive, mean and sarcastic. You weren’t worried about your reputation or your opinion at school/work. You were just too honest and self-confident. It was okay, but your boyfriend had to rebuke you a lot.

↘ Even now, when you were on a date, when you should be resting and having a good time, you felt nervous and wanted to hit something (or preferably the person in front of you).

↘ “I am surprised that such a young lady knows art and the person of Paul Gauguin.” You heard another cheeky comment from a middle-aged guy. You wanted to open your mouth again, but your partner looked at you meaningfully. Unfortunately, this time he didn’t manage to stop a few curses that the people around you heard after a while.

↘ “You old man. Any age is good for discovering art, and it’s not unusual for someone my age to come to a museum or art gallery. I might as well ask from where an old man like you knows art? You should have been sitting in a soft chair a long time ago and asking your children for a glass of water because of amnesia.” You spoke loud and clear and the man’s eyes widened. The rest of the people around began whispering to each other. “Why are you looking at me like that? You thought I wouldn’t answer you? I have no respect for people like you and I am not going to continue to ignore it.”

↘ Well... This time even Seijuurou was impressed.

↘ “Let’s go home. I don’t want to spend time in a place with such company.” You whispered to your boyfriend and he just lifted the corner of his mouth up, grabbing your hand.

#— 🍓#kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket headcanon #kuroko no basket x reader #knb #knb headcanons #knb x reader #imayoshi shouichi #imayoshi shouichi headcanons #imayoshi shouichi x reader #aomine daiki #aomine daiki headcanons #aomine daiki x reader #akashi seijuurou #akashi seijuurou headcanons #akashi seijuurou x reader

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ayamturd · 3 years

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end│dreamwastaken

summary: dream was once your everything that you would do anything for; what happens when you finally confront the reality of his manipulation and sadistic destruction?

prompt: “we’re both at fault here, and now we both have to pay the price.”

warnings: descriptive manipulation, a single curse word, angst

pairing: in-game c!dream

a/n: this is my entry for @sleepysoupi‘s 1.8k event! it goes without saying how late i am considering she’s currently working on her 2.0k event, but still a huge congratulatory to her amazing success and obvious, well deserved recognition <33 we love soupi in this household, nothing less of the fact *^*

also i know the prison doesn’t work exactly like how i wrote it, but let’s pretend for the sake of this fic

wc: (1.6k) - m.list

“Don’t do this, y/n.”

The air was sticky and heavy. As the lava bubbled behind you, it felt as if the heat could reach out and smother you entirely; the subtle warmth that felt insufferably suffocating in the tight space was a large contrast to the dark, opaque walls.

Although you stood in front of him by your own desire, habits quickly fell to place as he stood proudly above you. Chin raised, Dream’s shoulders were relaxed while he spoke to you. His words were firm, and with clenched fists, you swallowed harshly from his mocking tone.

You could practically hear his condescending grin without looking in how belittling he addressed you, and you hated how familiar the speech was.

“After all I’ve done for you, and you want to throw it all away?”

Despite all attempts, you unconsciously bowed your head down. Whether in unjustified guilt or the internal rage from his lies, you couldn’t say yourself. He noticed nonetheless, and played into your vulnerability further.

He was the one defenseless in this scenario, yet he held all the power in the small cage between the two of you.

“We made promises! ‘Till the very end, right?!” He began to raise his voice and feigned some form of heartbreak, taking a step dangerously closer to you while you stood there in frozen fear.

Staring harshly down at your feet, the weight of gravity pulled at your tears as they trickled down sparsely. This was different than when you originally confronted him mere hours ago. Here, you were alone and with no backing, no one to reassure you that you did the right thing. That he was a monster that had you blinded for so long.

That you were justified for betraying Dream.

“Don’t play stupid with me now. You can’t act like I did this all alone. That I’m not the only sick fuck in the room who enjoys the-”

“Stop it,” you whispered with closed eyes. While your voice was small, it echoed so loudly and threw Dream off guard. He shook his head and with a dark chuckle, sneered disparagingly.

“You really th-”

Your eyes opened as you unexpectedly interrupted him.

“No. For once in my life, I mean it. Shut your egotistical mouth for one goddamn second.”

Everything was in a frozen stand still as you snapped.

Course tears ran steadily down your cheeks, yet your eyes held more strength than Dream could had ever perceived in that moment. It had been so long since you had lost your voice. Lost your confidence, your fire that drew him in in the first place. It had been so long since you felt like yourself again, the person you once were before he teared you down completely to his mercy.

You swallowed sternly in exposed anxiety; when was the last time you saw his face like this? Saw his face at all, at that.

The molten lava radiated the room, it being the main source of light in contrast to the faint glow of the lanterns built into the walls. When you had originally requested to see him one final time before he was officially locked away for good, you had no idea what you expected to see. You didn’t see anything, actually, since you couldn’t bring yourself to try and meet his eye line the entire time.

Until now.

As the magma shaded the room in a warm shine, his dull eyes gleamed a faded hue of ash green. His dirty blond hair was visible without his signature hoodie, his previous clothes stripped away and replaced with an attired uniform instead. He hid behind a mask for so long, it was surreal to see him as something so mundane and human.

Your mouth felt so dry from seeing him again. He almost looked like when you first laid eyes on him, that beautiful day when you thought you had fallen in love. How nice the sun felt, and how crisp the wind blew. The summer day was fresh and the sweet smell of honey pervaded the air. To think it was by mere chance he approached you in the white flower field, hidden in the depths of the forest with a charming smile and gentle hand.

How cruel reality liked to play with you and give you false hope that such love could truly exist.

The memory brought a smoldering rage that made your heart race in return. Back straight, you dared a step towards him with a quiet, yet firm declaration.

“I’m done making excuses for your lies. For your actions, for the hurt you cause, for you.”

Dream could barely register your words as you continued in growing fury. It was like the floodgates were open and you felt free to speak your truth.

You were riding this new found wave and would hold nothing back anymore.

“I let you get away with so much because I truly believed that I loved you. That my love could fix you, or change what you are.”

You stepped forward again, your finger shakily pointed at him. His mouth opened to respond but you spoke before he could try. You weren’t going to give him anything, you thought, he doesn’t deserve your silence.

“I went against everything I believed!” you suddenly yelled, “everything I stood for, everything I thought because of you!”

Your vision was a blur as your raw emotions came loose. You screamed from the top of your lungs to the point where your voice cracked with a head lifted high.

“I let people get hurt! People I love and care for because I prioritized you over everything I had!”

Another step forward, your voice shook with quivered lips as a result of an ached and long scorned heart.

“To think I used to be so proud to say it, to say you were my everything and my world.” With a trembled exhale, you gathered yourself before finishing your thought. “Maybe I am stupid, but trust me when I say my ignorance was your freedom and my considered love a blind devotion.”

Dream’s face softened considerably, for he was at a loss for words and didn’t have anything to probe at anymore. It was his turn to suffer in a lost acceptance.

“I…”

Shaking your head, you scoffed with your head tilted in disbelief. Smiling darkly, you knew then and there you regained the power of the room and your self-assurance over him. How the turn tables.

“Funny how things change when you have no where to run. When you’re the one helpless and reliant.”

Standing strong with your arms crossed, you stared at him with such distaste. Dream’s brows furrowed with a clench jaw as he stepped even closer to you. He was now mere inches away and glared down at you from his given height. Even then, you wouldn’t back down any longer.

“I do love you, y/n. Everything I did, I did for us. You can’t leave me like this.” He gazed down with such intensity that your past you would have wanted to say something just to appease him entirely; you weren’t that person anymore, and you wouldn’t let him drag you down more than he already has.

Dropping yours arms before stepping back, you messaged Sam without wavering your eye contact from him.

“We’re both at fault here, and now we both have to pay the price of it alone.”

The sounded mechanics from outside the box indicated the lava dropping, signifying the end of your visit. Dream grew agitated at the thought of you leaving and dropped his eyes down in resent, a huge contrast to your relaxed and calm state.

You moved backwards until your back threatened to be burned by the heat.

“Here’s to loosing all those attachments you mentioned.”

Dream’s head snapped up from your words, but before he could attempt anything further, the Netherite divider rose and separated you both. The lava parted as you approached the platform, Sam visible from across the entrapping moat. He watched closely in regard to your safety and anything Dream might try with your back currently turned.

Approaching the stone platform once deemed safe, you turned to face him a final time as the contraption slowly pulled you away. Your chin was raised, and your tears were dry in satisfaction to your found closure.

“You were right,” you affirmed, “we did make promises, and this is our end.”

Bonus:

Tommy had been tormenting Dream for the past few minutes or so, his obnoxious taunts a sign of recovery from all the trauma he had dealt with from his young age. He hid behind his humor, but was strong when confronting his abuser with no uncertainty then.

“Who do you miss the most?”

Dream paused from fiddling with the leather of the book covers from the simple question. His hand began to curl around the thick material, and he drowned out Tommy’s rambling from behind him.

A familiar scent filled his senses, an old and precious memory uncovered from the oppressed depths of his mind. He pulled the book in hand open to a random, but intentional page, his callous fingers tracing over the stained ink.

He wasn’t an artist, and it easily would have been passed for messy, nonsense doodles, yet the drawing practically burned the paper as a reminder of his failed objectives.

The innocent azure bluets insulted him despite being his own creation.

Dream was done playing into Tommy’s confidence, and spoke lowly as his head turned further away from the boy.

“… I think you should go, Tommy."

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x you #dream x reader #dream x you #dream x gn!reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #dreamwastaken x gn!reader #dreamwastaken imagine #dsmp x reader #sleepysoupi 1.8k writing event

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Dimitrescu Daughter HCs

I thought this would only take a few minutes. I was so, so very wrong. Anyway, some of these are somewhat exclusive to my fic (Serenade), but they’ll make sense even if you haven’t read that.

Daniela:

Others have already talked about how Daniela reads a ton of romance novels, so I’m not really going to go into that very much, just saying that I agree 100%, I mean c’mon, it’s practically canon.

While she mainly sources books from her family’s library, there are a few she’s “acquired” over the years that she keeps locked away in her room. These tend to be a bit, ahem, steamier than her mother would approve of/let her read under normal circumstances.

How did she get these? Well, there has to be someone who delivers goods to Castle Dimitrescu (Duke, perhaps?), seeing as the Maidens need, like, actual food to survive. Sometimes Daniela manages to convince them to order books for her, usually just asking for books by authors she likes, or ones she’s heard maidens whispering about.

No, the delivery person does not read the book’s summaries or reviews, they have a feeling (based on titles and covers alone) that they don’t want to know.

As for her experiences with actual romance… she’s so very, very excited about it, all the time. Wants to kiss every cute Maiden she sees, and sometimes daydreams about a beautiful woman fleeing from lycans who comes to the castle for shelter, clinging to Dani for warmth and protection, and it’s love at first sight, and they kiss and kiss and right as it gets to the good part-! Someone interrupts her daydream (usually Cassandra).

However, her actual experiences are fairly limited. Sure, she has kissed Maidens, but she tends to get over excited. Like in Serenade, she starts to rush the process, and usually ends up draining her “lover” aka victim before anything more intimate happens.

She’s definitely done sexual things, just, well, not with other people. Private things. Usually during or after reading one of her special books. You get the picture.

Because of this, and her aforementioned love of romance novels, Daniela has become somewhat obsessed with the idea of her first time. She wants everything to be perfect. The setting, the timing, who she’s with… Hence her reaction in chapter 3 of Serenade. It’s not that she didn’t want to continue, just that the circumstances didn’t feel right. She’s very particular!

Favorite Music Genre: Girl goes wild for an emotional, gut-wrenching love/power ballad. The type to lie in bed and cry while listening to Hozier or Lorde (not that she can hear either of them, considering her limited music options). Doesn’t admit it, though, and mostly listens to indie pop when other people can hear. That and whatever the Maiden plays on piano ;)

Okay it feels weird to joke about her loving music I wrote, anywayyyy

Hobbies: Other than reading there’s not too much I can see her doing, really. She’d be sure to get into anything that her s/o enjoys, though, even if it’s something difficult or time-consuming. Writing is something she’d love, but it’s difficult for her to keep her focus on just one project at a time. Ideally she’d write short stories, romantic ones obvs, and have someone else proofread/edit them. For the most part she’d write within fantasy and historical setting (seeing as she’s got experience in both of those departments).

ADHD, BABY. Bigtime, seriously. Maybe this is just my adhd ass projecting, but I can’t not see her as having it. For her it mainly manifests with hyper-focusing/difficulty staying on task. It’s like a switch with those on either end, flipping back and forth every once in a while. She can spend six hours reading two different books in one sitting, but if someone just breathes too loudly it disrupts her completely. Because of this she’s somewhat prone to abandoning projects. It’s a sore subject for her, and her sisters are aware, normally only bringing it up if they’re really angry with her.

Opinions on the four lords: Thinks Heisenberg is a tool (pun intended), also thinks that he secretly reads super erotic novels. She doesn’t have any proof, though, and would never say anything about it out loud. Just makes fun of him in her head. Doesn’t actually judge him for what she thinks he reads, just judges his personality and the “need he feels to hide his secret”. Loves Donna, and low-key thinks she’s attractive. Daniela mostly bases that off the portrait she’s seen, but, like many fans, also thinks the hands are nice. The puppets don’t bother her, though she also doesn’t really care about them, other than thinking that Donna interacting with them is cute.

Opinions continued: Moreau is… uh… fish boy. Daniela thinks he’s weird, kinda gross, and hardly considers him a “real” lord. Poor boy :( At least she doesn’t actively make fun of him?... Even if that’s only because she kinda forgets about him most of the time. As for Lady Dimitrescu, well, obviously Daniela loves her mom. The whole family is very close, and as the “youngest”, Daniela gets a lot of attention. Sometimes she thinks her mother is too strict, but at the end of the day there’s no love lost.

Bela:

Cleans up after her sisters a lot, but still nowhere near as much as any of the Maidens do. Often agrees to help with messes in exchange for blackmail material. “Oh, Daniela, what a shame you broke mother’s favorite dish… I could help, but you owe me one.” At the end of the day, though, there’s plenty she would slide.

Being the “oldest”, she’s expected to behave the best, and often feels more restricted than her sisters. Being an example is hard! Occasionally she’ll have the impulse to rebel, but this usually only manifests in scenarios like the one mentioned above, aka she’ll simply be more lenient of her siblings for a bit.

Overall far less sadistic than her sisters. Cares more about the quality of pain then the amount of it. Only ever goes overboard if someone full out threatens or hurts her family. Insults towards them still earn her ire, and will get her to punish someone, but it’s not enough to make her resort to torture. Usually.

Gets the most restless out of the three. As cool (and large) as the castle is, it’s all she’s ever really known. If not for her weakness to cold, she’d go out on hikes a lot. Nature interests her, fascinates her, but she’d be a little less fond of most of it in person. Like, oh, waterfalls sound so cool, followed by a hundred complaints about the noise. Thinks deer are the cutest shit ever (second only to humans, maybe).

Unlike Daniela (though that HC is relevant almost exclusively to Serenade), Bela has actually slept with a Maiden before. She doesn’t really care for them enough to consider it a relationship, instead admiring them for their entertainment value. Definitely could fall for a Maiden, simply hasn’t yet. Of the three I feel like she takes the longest to fall in love, and even longer to actually act on her feelings. Sometimes resents her siblings because they unknowingly “claimed” a Maiden that she was starting to be interested in. However, she fully acknowledges that she should have said something if she didn’t want to lose the girl, considering the situation they live in.

Favorite music genre: Classical, full orchestra style, with a soft spot for swing/jazz. Enjoys having music play softly while she reads, and is very particular about the volume. Absolutely would argue with her sisters if they tried to change the music or turn it up.

Hobbies: Reading, duh. Less interested in romance than Daniela by a considerable amount. For the most part she reads non-fiction books, enjoying learning about history and the sciences. Astronomy is at the top of her favorites list, followed by biology, then obscure (and often bloody) pieces of history. Niche=perfect. Also enjoys music, even if she had to rely mostly on self-teaching books. Knows the basics of piano, but doesn’t actively play, much preferring both the violin and harp. Most of the time she’ll only play if she knows her sisters won’t bother her, or if her mother asks her to.

Opinions on the four lords: Admires Heisenberg’s work/his edgenuity, but thinks the actual man is a temperamental child… who smells like wet dog. He’s only been at Castle Dimitrescu a couple times (per Mother Miranda’s request), and both times Bela moved to the other side of the house so she wouldn’t have to acknowledge his existence. While she would never admit it, she’s low-key creeped out by Donna’s dolls, and really only tolerates Angie. However, she would never act on her nerves, out of consideration for Donna’s feelings. She knows that her mother gets along well with the dollmaker, and keeps this at the forefront of her mind.

Opinions continued: “Moreau who? Oh, the fish guy? He’s still alive?... Good for him.” Wants to make Lady Dimitrescu proud, but not as desperately as Cassandra. Unknowingly mimics a lot of her mother’s little habits and ticks, and would be quietly embarrassed if someone pointed it out to her. As mentioned previously, she feels like she has to be an example for the others, and somewhat resents the pressure this puts on her. On the other hand, she does enjoy being “responsible for” (read: in charge of) her sisters. Additionally, she is the most likely to get away with lying to Alcina, though she does not often do so. This isn’t because she’s the most manipulative (that’s Cass), or the best liar (that’s Dani, if she’s trying), but simply because Alcina doesn’t think her oldest daughter would lie. Even if she doubts something Bela says, she’ll usually give her the benefit of the doubt… as long as it doesn’t happen very often.

Cassandra:

Sleeps the most of the three, if only because she’s the most active of them. Not as fast as the others while in swarm mode, but the fastest on foot, partially because she’s more likely to simply walk places. She knows the sound of feet on the floor scares the Maidens, and she drinks their fear with utter pleasure. Additionally she claims that it just feels nice to “stretch her legs”. But she will not hesitate to enter swarm mode when chasing someone. As fun as it is to smell their fear, she can get impatient, wanting to get close and personal to her target.

Tends to hide most of her feelings, sometimes even opting to “convert” them into anger. In other words, think of her emotional state as an ever-filling bottle of water. As things happen, she feels emotions, and the rate at which water pours into the bottle increases. Ideally if the water level started getting too high, she would address whatever is increasing the flow of water. Instead of that, she often uses anger, which is equivalent to shaking the bottle a bit and letting water messily spill out of it. Doesn’t address the actual problem, but let’s her release some pressure/free up some room.

Goes through Maidens faster than her siblings (yes, even Daniela “draining you of blood is romantic” Dimitrescu). Not all of them even die in the basement, sometimes what was supposed to be a “warning” turns into “oh shit the blood won’t stop coming out, this is how I die, in this accursed castle, no friends or family to mourn me, just the painful knowledge that I will not be the last, I will die for no cause, no glory, just the bitter whims of a blood-soaked mistress” or something along those lines.

While more likely to get attached to someone than Bela, Cassandra isn’t one to do much about it. She might flirt, might even try to kiss (or, uh, kiss while also not wearing clothes wink wink), but she won’t (usually) claim someone as her own, or protest if one of her sisters wants to have some fun with them (even if it’s the bloody kind of fun). Technically gets over breakups and “breakups” (i.e. death) easier than either of her sisters. To be fully accurate, Daniela still goes through lovers faster, but she also remembers them and cares for them for longer post-breakup.

Somewhat of a blood kink. Like, more than vampires automatically have. In intimate settings she cares more about the quantity of blood and what she can do with it (loves bloodstains) than what causes the bloodshed.

Favorite music genre: Rock ‘n roll. Leans towards older stuff, as well as heavier songs. Soft spot for symphonic metal, but doesn’t admit it out of the fear that some might consider it a “weaker form” of the genre. Almost exclusively listens to bands that have female vocalists, and gets crushes on them more than she’d ever admit.

Hobbies: Art! Painting, mostly, but dabbles in sculpture from time to time. It’s been too long since I took an art class for me to suggest a style for her paintings, but I imagine her sculptures would be somewhat abstract. Her art would revolve around emotion, the stronger and rawer the better, with viewers often being left uncomfortable. While Alcina buys plenty of art supplies for her, Cassandra is fond of improvising, especially by creating her own “tools” (of questionable efficiency) out of items she has laying around. She is absolutely the one who took her mother’s lipstick. If you don’t know what that means, don’t worry, it’s just mentioned in one of the RE8 notes that Lady Dimitrescu’s valuable lipstick is missing.

Opinions on the four lords: Tolerates Heisenberg more than the rest of her family by a considerable amount. She’s seen glimpses of his work, his steampunk-adjacent style, and actually kind of digs it. While Bela cares more about the science behind his work, Cassandra just digs the aesthetic. Sometimes for her art she also needs things she can’t get from the castle, and are too obscure to get from a merchant, so she trades tools/ideas with Heisenberg in exchange for him making something for her. “Can you make a battery but whenever it’s in use it makes a horrible screaming sound?” “Yes. PS I hate your mother and Miranda.” “I didn’t fucking ask.”

Opinions continued: Doesn’t really care much about Donna, but acknowledges her as a fellow artist, and would be willing to consult her if she talked more (and talked without Angie). Cassandra hasn’t met Moreau, thankfully (he would cry). Knows about him from her sister/mother, and as a result doesn’t care about him. Internally whenever someone mentions him, she pictures, like, a Goldfish Cracker (the snack that smiles back) with legs except also it’s green and moldy.

Opinions cont.: Loves her mother so much. Determined to please her, to make her proud, but often left feeling less loved than her sisters. This strains her relationship with her family, not that she’d ever voice her feelings and talk through the issue. Let’s be real, Alcina would probably feel guilty for not realizing how Cass felt. Nonetheless, Cassandra probably spends the most time with her mother, often offering to assist her with tasks, or trying to get her to appreciate her art.

#resident evil: village #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #dimitrescu family

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sidespart · 3 years

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For the fic title thing: Make Up Your Mind/Catch Me I’m Falling

Make Up Your Mind (this seriously got away from me and became basically a whole string of conscious fic whoops)

Logince, Bakery/coffeeshop AU Mutual Pining/ Not-Actually-Unrequited love, + loceit friendship

So Janus owns a Bakery (struggling to think of a snake/lie based bread pun for the name but ehh). He is the head only baker and sends most of his time in the basement kitchen blasting the phantom of the opera soundtrack and kneading dough.

Logan is his childhood friend. Janus hired him as cashier after Logan dropped out of collage but then he never left and is now basically manager/ accountant/ hbic of this whole operation.

So one night as Janus is leaving he’s casually like: ‘oh by the way, a couple are coming by tomorrow for a wedding cake consultation’

And Logan blocks the door and is like: ‘Janus. We don’t do wedding cakes. We don’t even do cake. You only make weird artisanal bread. it took me 6 months and 8 powerpoint presentations to convince you to sell banana loaf’

Jan, his eye enormous: ‘but Logan, you should have heard this guy on the phone. They only want to use LGBTQ businesses for their wedding, they want to support the community that’s supported them for so long. He spoke so passionately and eloquently about why it just had to be us I couldn't say no’

Logan, his eyes not enormous: did you tell this man we make wedding cakes just to make the phone conversation end?

Janus: I was going to miss the murder, she wrote marathon, Logan

So Jan manages to escape, and Logan rolls his eyes but like. This is nowhere near the worst ‘cleaning up after Janus lied to get out of a situation and made everything more complicated for no goddamm reason’ incident that he has had to deal with during the course of their friendship so, whatever: he can tell the couple there was a miscommunication when they show up in the morning.

Next day, the guys arrive. Virgil, who barley introduces himself and then stays hunched in his hoodie not speaking for the whole meeting, and Roman.

Roman does not have a problem speaking. Roman has lots of ideas.

Roman has a binder.

Somehow in the course of this conversation Logan goes from ‘we don’t make wedding cakes’ to ‘I’LL SHOW YOU, WE’LL MAKE THE BEST GODDAMM WEDDING CAKE THIS TOWN HAS EVER SEEN’

Maybe it was the passion of Romans argument. Maybe it was the slightly disdainful look on his face when he looked round the shop. Maybe it was the ridiculous amount of money he was prepared to pay (see: Janus insists on only making specific, weird bread as to why the shop’s always on the brink of collapse). Maybe it was the power of the binder (Logan is like 80% sure Roman hit him with the binder at one point). Maybe its just Logan hasn't had a full blown passionate argument like that since high school debate club and the rush of adrenaline made him dumb.

Whatever the reason - they’re now fully committed to making this 6 tier, purple and blue, Disney inspired, multiflavoured wedding cake

(Janus, who skipped out on the meeting because he is Like That: But Logan....we don’t make wedding cakes...this was really irresponsible of you...

Logan: I know where you sleep. I could kill you at any time)

Which would be doable (the weddings a while off, and Logan is ready to RESEARCH) except Roman keeps. Coming. Back.

With new ideas. And tweaks. And suggestions. All of them seemingly designed to make the cake less structurally sound.

Basically every time he comes in they end up having a blazing row, first about Romans inability to make up his mind about the cake and then about...literally everything. One time they spent 25 minuets arguing about whether or not Shakespeare wrote all of his plays, which somehow turns into ‘who was the best host of blues clues?’ which then turned into ‘how would nationalised healthcare best be implemented?’ (the loudest arguments were during the blues clues section).Logan had even fewer customers then normal that day.

(Logan: I hate that guy so much! He shows up at 2pm every day and now my blood pressure has started going up at 1.55pm in anticipation of the fight! He’s causing me actual medical distress because he’s so stupid!

Janus:...you’ve memorised some guys schedule and your heart starts racing whenever you see him?

Logan: yes! because he is my enemy!

Janus:...

Janus: mmKay.)

ANYway, one day Roman turns up and is like: Can’t fight today. Need caffeine. Must Study. and sequesters himself on one of their two rinky dink tables and starts pulling enormous textbooks out of his bag. Turns out Roman is in law school, he’s back home for the whole summer to help with wedding prep and has been neglecting his summer reading. He wants to be an environmental lawyer and, ideally, singly handily prosecute every oil company and give a speech at the UN whilst wearing an immaculately fitted Italian suit.

Logan has a panicked moment of OH NO HE’S SMART (he doesn't need an oh no he’s hot moment because Roman’s been hot the whole time). Very carefully he does not think about how upset hearing Roman mention the wedding again made him feel, and then shares a bit about his own anxiety during college which led to him dropping out.

Roman says degree or no degree its obvious Logan is one of the smartest, most capable people Romans ever met.

Cue: blushing, stammering, Logan standing up to quickly and knocking half a pot of coffee over etc etc all that good fluff.

And after that their conversations are less confrontational (although they still debate like. everything.) and more friendly.

They have one (1) more conversation about the wedding wherein Roman apologises for being so stressed and snappy over all the preparation stuff but he just wants everything to be perfect for Virgil. (Logan, awkwardly: you must love him a lot. Roman, himbo-ly: Yeah!) aaand then Logan changes the subject to the best rhyming structure because Romans big sappy grin is making his heart do awful twisty things-

And eventually, Roman asks Logan to go out with him outside the bakery.

Logan: hahaha this is friendship, we are great friends, we are going out as friends. I am not going on a date with a man with a fiancé because that would be the actions of a crazy person.

So they go on their date. It’s amazing. Roman leans in for a kiss at the end and Logan is delighted!

And then devastated.

He pushes Roman away, yells some creative insult (malodorous centurion?) and flees. Spends the next week basically hiding in the kitchen area, refusing to see any customers and working on the wedding cake.

(which is looking perfect by the way)

So after a week of Logan moping round the kitchen Janus finally blocks the door to stop him leaving and demand he tells him what the hell is wrong. And after a few minuets of filibustering Logan ends up telling him everything.

“In any case, the very fact that he is the kind of man who would cheat on his fiancé means he’s not the kind of man I thought he was. Therefore any alleged feelings I may have developed towards him would now be null and void” says Logan, looking like the worlds sadist accountant

Janus: So...wait. You’re saying wedding cake guy and hot lawyer guy are the same person?

(Logan: you need to come out of the basement more often Janus: YOU need to tell me what’s going on in your life more often. (they have had this conversation many times in the past))

So Janus sincerely tells Logan he’s sorry...and that he’s even more sorry that he needs him to help him deliver the cake to the venue tomorrow.

(this thing is way to big for one person to carry and there’s no way Jan would trust any of their occasional teenage cover staff to do this and ‘we’ll go round the back and you wont have to see anyone anyway comon Lo’ you basically built this monstrosity you should see it home)

So, reluctantly, Logan goes. And they go round the back as promised, and get this enormous cake settled, and then get told to wait there one sec cus one of the grooms is going to come sign for it and before Logan can throw himself out of the widow (get OFF me Janus we’re on the ground floor it’s FINE) from behind them they hear squeeing.

There’s a curly haired dude in a pastel blue linen suit who Logan has never seen before in his life looking at the cake and cooing over ‘all the little details! its perfect! oh Virgil is going to love this! You know he was so embarrassed about asking for a Disney themed cake he had to ask Roman to go with him to -”

“Who ARE you?”

The man blinked at Logan, who realised dimly that he still had one foot up on the windowsill and slowly returned it to the floor.

“I’m Patton” said Patton.

“And I’m Janus” said Janus, removing his arms from where they’d still been clamped around Logan’s waist and stepping smoothly towards Patton, clipboard held aloft “A pleasure to meet you, if you could just sign here...”

“BUT-” Patton paused, hand still raised to accept the clipboard, and looked over again at Logan who found himself mumbling: “but - but the groom is supposed to sign for it?”

And Patton just smiled at him looking a bit bemused and goes ‘I am the groom? And who are you kiddo?”

Logan says he’s Logan. Patton suddenly looks a whole lot less friendly.

“Oh.” says Patton. “You.”

And since Logan’s mind is currently refusing to take in the information in front of him Janus is the one who ends up stepping in between them and going “so just for 100% transparency - you are Patton.

“yes?”

“and today you are marrying the love of your life: Virgil?”

“Yes!”

“And are either of you, at any point today, also planning on marrying one Roman Sanders, caffeine addict and terrible communicator?”

And Paton burst out laughing and says “ROMAN? Virgil’s big brother Roman? He’s my best man but I don’t think we’re planning to take it any further...”. And because Patton is apparently much quicker on the emotional uptake than Logan he gives him a vey soft, if slightly exasperated, look and says:

“Roman - who again, is my future brother-in-law- is helping set up in the main hall.”

And Logan likes to think he said thank you before he took off fucking RUNNING through the building but he can’t be sure.

So he gets to the hall, where a load of people are setting out chairs, putting up flowers etc, and skids to a stop at one end of the aisle. Shouts: “ROMAN.” (Roman and Virgil, who were standing at the other end arguing over a flower arrangements, both look up) “YOU’RE NOT MARRYING YOUR BROTHER.”

“um.” Says Roman “No?”

Explanations are given. Virgil, who is a lot more talkative now that he’s not on 7th wedding appointment of the day burn out, is ready to physically fight Logan for breaking his brothers heart. And then once he understands the full story is ready to kill both of them for being such dumbasses.

Roman: But I s2g I told the guy on the phone that it was the groom and best man coming??? Logan: Yeah he might have lied and said you were a couple for a joke, or he may have just straight up not listened to you. Either way, he is just Like That.

Logan: WHY DID YOU NEVER MENTION VIRGIL WAS YOUR BORTHER?? Roman: I WAS TRYING TO GET TO KNOW YOU AND ALSO SEDUCE YOU WHY WOULD I WASTE TIME TALKING ABOUT MY LITTLE BROTHER??? Virgil: Yeah...he does like talking about himself, sorry he’s just Like That.

Anyway it all ends fluffily, Patton and Virgil get married. Roman cries. Logan and Jan hang around for the wedding. Roman and Logan hold hands throughout the speeches and dance during the reception. Roman has to go back to law school soon but they agree to call each other every day at 2pm to catch up and argue.

Janus gets off with the moustachioed DJ.

And Roman and Logan get another chance at their first kiss.

#sanders sides fic #logince #roman sanders #logan sanders #Loceit #Platonic Loceit #janus sanders #SANDERs sides #YEAH THIS ONE ALSO GO AWAY FROM ME #i might write some of these scenes up properly or draw them out #this was fun #fake fic meme #sidespart writes #Anonymous

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seawater-aurelia-writing · 3 years

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A Beautiful Heartbreak, iii

Pairing(s): Malleus x Fem!MC , One-sided Vil x Fem!MC

Summary: Malleus has a little chat with Vil about the Ramshackle Prefect.

TW: Unrequited Love, Bullying, Body-Shaming(nothing descript), Angsty

A/N: Part 3 has arrived!! There will be one or two more parts for this before the mini-series is over! I’m debating on 2 endings but i’ll see how it works out! The prefect isn’t in this one as much but she’ll be present in the next one! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

MC is the same age as Vil(18), thus making them both of age.

“Such a look of displeasure on your face, Schoenheit.” Malleus teased, his hands on his hips as he gazed at his fellow 3rd year. The smirk on his face widened as Vil’s glared only deepened.

“Nfu~ Well, he is a bit bitter about thy relationship with the dear Prefect.” Lilia chimed in happily, from his place behind Malleus. Red eyes sparkled in unbridled glee and curiosity at this confrontation. In truth, he did not expect Malleus to wish to seek Vil out once he told him about the situation, nor did he expect him to do it in this manner – so like his grandmother.

“Are you both here merely to annoy me?” Vil asked, his voice clipped and tense while still level. Though his eyes were trained on Malleus, he felt the greatest urge to glare at Lilia, but he knew that would only make the sadistic 3rd year bring up the Prefect more – how did he know of his ‘supposed’ feelings for her?

“If that is your reaction to my words, then yes.” Malleus remarked simply, moving a hand to his chin in thought. He paused for barely a second before he continued, “However, I considered it advice more so than an annoyance.”

“And what, pray tell, would I need your advice on? Considering your social position here at Night Raven College, I should be giving you advice.” Vil sneered, allowing a chuckled to escape his lips but Malleus did not react to his jab.

“Well, you are lacking in more than one way, but I will be brief – your decorum is lacking. It leaves much to be desired, especially when addressing one with a more delicate emotional state.” Again, Malleus remarked simply, as if he didn’t just insult Vil to his face.

“…What?” Vil felt his eyes widened and his anger rise, “How dare you- “

“Is that not way she prefers my presence over your own?” Malleus cut in, and eyebrow raised. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the hurt look that flashed over Vil’s face. “From that expression you try to hide, you know this to be true or you are beginning to see the truth in these words.”

“There is no truth in any of this. That potato is merely clueless.” Vil protested, but his voice had lost some of its edge the more he thought; Having Epel and Rook mention it to him was one thing but now Malleus? ‘Why am I always the villain?’

“I will not deny that she can be rather clueless on things.” Malleus chuckled, his thoughts immediately wandering to how the Prefect ignored the danger that came with behaving so flippantly around him, even if he favored her. “But denying your faults is not confidence, Schoenheit; It is a weakness, that is easily exploited. You fancy her, you desire her attention, that is now evident but the attention you give is more hurtful than helpful in your position.”

“If my words are so hurtful,” Vil began, feeling Rook place a hand on the center of his back – Vil had not felt himself shaking, his hands trembling so that even clenching them did nothing. “Why did she not speak up for herself?”

“Does a gardener listen to the cries of a wildflower in their garden of roses?” Was the simple response, Vil received from Malleus before he went silent.

Vil tried to maintain his glare, in an attempt at maintaining his façade but it fell more and more as he began to think.

A gardener? He could see the similarities between himself and one of that position.

Both took great care to ensure that those under their care, flowers or underclassmen, were stunning and at their best.

Both tended to their charges firmly yet taking care not to break or seriously harm any of them.

Weeds and bad students were given extra attention to ensure they became nonexistent or, in Vil’s case, they transformed into the rose he knew they could be.

The Prefect could indeed be a wildflower; She grew and flourished at her own pace; she took root in the most peculiar of places but was always the most beautiful – a natural beauty.

‘She shines so brightly to me…’Vil thought to himself as his face fell back into a neutral expression but his eyes spoke another story. They shimmered, glossed over with a light sheen that he blinked back steadily. ‘Was I…’

“No matter how much the gardener cares for a wildflower as they do rose – a wildflower will forever be a wildflower. As long as you cannot understand that the Prefect will not wish to be near you.” Malleus concluded as he was with sadistic curiosity as Vil continued to keep his face impassive but told a novel in his eyes. To see such a put-together, self-assured student so close to falling apart – it was such a sight to see.

“But it is not too late, Roi du Poisson!” Rook chimed, his hand now patting Vil on the back gently. That beautiful sadness was beginning to make him ache for his dear friend to be happy once again. “Wildflowers are beautifully resilient.”

“That they are!” Lilia agreed with an amused giggle. “Truly there is no blossom that can withstand the harshest of weathers than a wildflower.”

Vil took a deep breath, ‘You were wrong about something, Malleus.’

“As enlightening as this conversation has been, Malleus, I have an important matter to attend to.” Vil smiled, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction as his resolve only increase. “You understand.”

“But of course, do not let us keep you.” Malleus tipped his head ever-so slightly with a smirk and moved to walk past the Pomefiore students. Before he fully passed however, he whispered, “This will be very entertaining to witness, Schoenheit. Let us see if you shall be victorious.”

“I have no doubt that I will.” Vil responded curtly, smoothly walking away without a single glance back. ‘M/C isn’t a mere wildflower; she’s an orchid that I’ve been treating as a would-be rose.’

“Ah I know that look on your face, Roi du Poisson! Such determination!” Rook praised as he fell into step beside Vil. That familiar light filled his eyes once more, easy for all to see; It was as if a transformation had happened inside of Vil in just those few moments.

“Rook, I have something I need you to do.” Vil smiled ever-so slightly, so little that other would believe him to be bearing a smirk upon his face – but Rook saw the gentle happiness within that smile.

‘I see what I’ve done and it is time to correct it.’

#vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #vil x reader #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland #Disney Twisted Wonderland #female mc #vil schoenheit x Fem!MC #Malleus x Fem!MC

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horrorslashergirl · 3 years

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My Slashersonas and s/o types

I got many asks about about s/o some of my OC would love, so I decided to write down for each of them. Also the ‘Type’ thing is what my OCs are: dominant, submissive, switch etc.

Richard Firewood (Pansexual)

Type: Cold Dominant

His type of s/o would have to be someone who is willing or not, depending on the situation, to give up their life and live with him at his hotel; he needs that someone to be completely dedicated to him, which means that they don't have to work so that they will be at their beck and call to Richard.

He owns a luxury hotel, he is very rich and can provide for himself and his s/o everything they need. His s/o has just to be his pet, following after his steps as they worship him.

His s/o has to listen and be submissive; of course, he will listen to what his s/o has to say if they have a certain desire or wish, but he has the final word and decision.

His s/o has to have class, as in they know how to act in public, don't embarrass him. If you are his, you have to play the cute and mannered partner. He is willing to teach you that if he sees some potential in you, but warning, his patience wears thin, so you better learn quickly if you want to stay with him.

He is a very busy man, so a clingy s/o annoys him. Yes, he loves the attention you give him, but what is too much might trigger him and you don't want an angry Richard.

Jackson Jasper (Pansexual)

Type: Warm/Caring Dominant

Being his s/o is much simpler than Richards because Jackson doesn't expect you to be perfect in all departments, he understands the fact that we all have flaws, but he does have certain expectations.

His type of s/o would have to be a housewife type or househusband seeing how he doesn't discriminate. Love is love, or in case what he wants he gets and he expects you to play that role; cleaning the house, doing the laundry, cooking breakfast and dinner.

He loves a clingy s/o, mostly because he is touch-starved and even when he goes on work trips with the truck he will pull you along, if the trips are short, after all.... There are animals and his dog, Jackpot that needs to be taken care.

Down and dirty; he needs someone who is more country-oriented than a town person. His style of life is simple, with no big technology. He does own a phone and a television, but that's about it. A s/o who isn't put off by a farm like life, someone who doesn't bicker about the mess the animals make. If you're like that, Jackson isn't for you, so you better keep the distance or he will drive over you with his truck.

His libido is pretty big, so an opened up s/o into sexual activities is a big must. A s/o that is all down to have fun between the bedsheets or many quickies around the house.

The Hacker (Pansexual)

Type: Sadistic Dominant

The opposite of Jackson above; The Hacker is a big city guy, surrounded by all technology and hates the rural areas; no Wifi? Fuck off. He lives in New York and the city that never sleeps is his favorite territory.

When it comes to s/o type he needs someone exciting, someone, that is a constant rollercoaster. He is dominant, but having a complete submissive s/o that follows his every command is boring after one week. If you want to be his s/o, you will need to come with something new every once in a while, be it regular activities like going to a club, playing laser tag to all kinds of new kinks in the bedroom.

Someone smart; he has a genius-level intellect, so if you want to maintain a long-term relationship with him, you will have to get your smarts on.

No nagging! He understands the fact that a relationship has its ups and downs, but don't tell him every 10 minutes to pick up his clothes from the floor, or that he should empty the ashtray from cigarettes and not to mention the cans of energy drinks from around his desk. He will do that! Don't tell him what to do constantly or he will make you disappear.

Bambi Miller (Bisexual)

Type: Caring Dominant/Playful Submissive

Her type of s/o has to be someone with manners because she is sick of the sleazy bastards and vain hookers in her hometown. She needs someone who respects her as she will respect them.

A warm and familist s/o; she has been an orphan since birth and she doesn't know what a family feels like. She wants what she didn't have as a child or teenager, someone that she can form an emotional bond. She did have sexual relationships, but the lack of the emotional prospect has left her with a bitter taste.

Someone old-school style; she doesn't need all the luxury life has to offer, she will be just content with a nice modest house that has a roof. She appreciates the smallest things life has to offer, even if it's just a pillow she can sleep on.

Someone energetic and fun; she loves to go out and enjoy herself, playing darts, dancing, and having a couple of drinks, but be respectful towards her if it's the first date. She doesn't enjoy someone's hands inside her pants just like that out of the blue.

A s/o that can offer her assurance as in that she isn't alone, that life can change for the better, and just simply holds her in the morning on the front porch drinking coffee.

Dave Anthony (Pansexual)

Type: Insane/Cruel Dominant

His type of s/o would have to be human and small, considering he is over 7'0 tall that should work for almost everyone. He needs a s/o that doesn't break that easily and can keep up with his sadistic shenanigans; a masochistic s/o would be perfect for him.

His s/o can be anywhere; if the s/o entered his asylum, it's all done. You can be in Asia and he will simply teleport there. Your soul is bound now to him. There is no escape.

He isn't picky when it comes to a s/o, so almost anyone will do, but he does have some rules. He doesn't want someone evil for a s/o. He is attracted to purity. It's ironic seeing how evil he was as a human and more so as a poltergeist.

A feisty s/o perhaps? Just so he can break them, that's entertainment for him. What's the point of a s/o who is already broken? He cannot play with a broken toy.

Samuel Grayson (Straight and Demisexual)

Type: Attentive Dominant

A complete opposite of Dave; Samuel's s/o has to have a pure heart, but he won't hurt his s/o, unlike Dave. Samuel kills only the ones that are plagued by sins. A genuine s/o with a heart of gold is perfect for him, someone who can light his black and cold heart.

A loyal s/o; he hates cheating, so if you want to be with him, you better give up on dating, flirting, and all that. He hates liars and he will know if you cheated.

A s/o that loves dogs, seeing how almost half of his being are demonic Dobermans.

As a human he wanted to have a family of his own, so he needs a familist s/o, even if said s/o has a job to go to, he is patient. He will wait for you to get home and watch as you take care of his apartment, now yours too.

Gerome and Axel (Pansexual)

Type: Sadistic Dominant/Smug Submissive

They need an understanding s/o, seeing how they are together in everything, even a relationship with someone. You get two hitmen in one shot, so you better have enough energy for two.

A lively s/o, someone who is smiling and always in the mood for fun, even if it's day or night because these two don't have a schedule.

Perhaps a housewife s/o type? Being mostly away and on their jobs, someone has to take care of their beach house. You can choose if you want to work too, they don't mind an independent s/o, but just so you know.... They earn a lot of money from being hitmen.

A flexible s/o; are you a dominant, a submissive? Either way works for them. Gerome is a more laid-back playful guy, while Axel is the opposite, being cold and with sharp edges, so a s/o who can balance them would be perfect.

Their s/o has to be understanding; they are hitmen and that's what they do, it's their job and they won't give up on that for anyone. Take them as they are.

Damiano Liberato (Straight)

Type: Sensual Dominant

He is very picky and his s/o has to reach certain standards; a trophy s/o that he can show off in public only to assert his importance and dominance.

His s/o has to be classy, always put together, after all, he is a fashion mogul and he doesn't settle for someone who wears jeans and sneakers. No, no. Absolutely no. His s/o won't ever embarrass him like that. It's an insult!

Genuine adoration; because of his past, Damiano needs someone who stays with him for HIM, not for his status or money. If he finds out his s/o is a golddigger, then said s/o will be turned into a grotesque mannequin.

Manners are a must; not only must you look impeccable, but your attitude needs to be the same; back straight, always answer when someone asks you something, pay attention. Little things that are vital when in a relationship with this fashion killer.

Azment (Pansexual)

Type: Loving Dominant/Playful Submissive

Being her s/o doesn't require too much work, just your undying attention, and love towards her. She isn't picky about it, to be honest; just don't leave the mansion or you will die. Easy as that.

Mitch Carson (Pansexual)

Type: Animalistic Dominant

He is more animal than human and doesn't really have many expectations from a s/o. His s/o would be more like a captive than a love interest. He views his s/o as a form of sexual relief and nothing else.

He needs a submissive s/o that will stay by his side and even if they try to escape him, he will chase them down. You are his and his alone, so you better stay put or he will collar and chain you like an animal.

Mitch doesn't have any humanity left inside him, so he doesn't understand the concept of a s/o.

Azol (Pansexual)

Type: Degrading/Cruel Dominant

Much like Dave... Azol is a supernatural evil being with a sadistic pleasure in hurting and inflicting physical and psychical pain on his s/o, not fatally, but enough to make them cry, so a masochistic s/o would be perfect.

His s/o would have to be someone who is pretty much alone, and if they are not, well.... say bye, bye to your friends and family.

A sassy s/o could work for him because he loves a challenge and loves to show off what real power resides inside him, teaching his s/o their place is the best game.

The Shadow (Pansexual)

Type: Sensual/Sadistic Dominant

Being a dominant, he needs a s/o who is submissive, playing the obedient housewife or better yet, maid; he has a busy life and is constantly working, so someone needs to keep his house spotless.

An intellectual s/o is a must; well not as intellectual as him, because he is a master genius and he knows it, but he doesn't want a mindless s/o that he needs to tell them what to do every five seconds.

His s/o won't need to work. He provides more than enough for both of you, all his s/o has to do is take care of his house, make dinner and be at his beck and call when the more.... lustful side comes out to play.

A respectful s/o; all childhood he has been criticized by the people that should have loved him. Don't question him, because what he does is for his and your best. Just stay by his side, loyal and things will be just fine.

He is a traditional type of guy, and doesn't get the idea of nowadays modern things and fashion; a vintage-like s/o would be perfect for him, decent and presentable.

Bahini Talibah (Straight and Demisexual)

Type: Caring/Loving Submissive

A s/o that would be perfect for her is someone with lots of patience and understanding because she has been through a worse ordeal in the love department and it takes time for her to trust someone on that level.

Someone who is simple; she doesn't need a perfect husband with money and all that material nonsense. She wants someone who will unconditionally care for her, be by her side when she needs emotional support.

A s/o that is a good listener. She has a lot to tell you, once you earned her trust, and to understand her better you need to hear out her stories because she has many interesting things to tell you, after all....she is over 100 years old.

Honesty; an honest s/o who will tell her everything they have on their heart, even if it's choosing a tv program, just be honest that you want to watch something else.

Xaviera Lah-Mo (Straight)

Type: Obedient Submissive/Cheeky Dominant

She is a free spirit and needs someone who will match her wild soul, someone who isn't afraid to get into the far more dangerous part of the world; after all.... She is flirting with danger a lot; hunting poachers, observing wild animals that can kill her if she isn't careful.

A protective s/o; she can take care of herself, being good with the sniper rifle and into archery, but she lacks the strength into the body to body fight. It makes her feel loved to be protected.

Someone with a rough edge; she is spending most of her time in the wildness, far FAR away from the big cities. She prefers the quietness and tranquility of nature. A s/o that isn't fazed by few scratches or hard physical work, a strong s/o.

Someone with a sense of humor; she wants someone that can make her laugh, even if it's just for a few seconds and that's a hard one because she is a tough one to crack.

#Richard Firewood #Jackson Jasper #The Hacker #Erron #Dave Anthony #Samuel Grayson #Gerome Montana #Axel Friedrich #Azol #Azment #Bahini Talibah #Xaviera Lah-Mo #Bambi Miller #Damiano Liberato #The Shadow #Mitch Carson

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elia-de-silentio · 4 years

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RECAP ON DOMINIQUE AND NOÉ

So, as finally our girl Dominique has been given a well deserved focus after two years of absence, I want to make another recap, this time about her and especially her relationship to Noé.

Above, here's how Dominique is introduced to us. A confident, charming lady in a somewhat masculine attire, her image surrounded in shojo flowers, claiming to be Noé's fiancée.

Her later appearences at the Bal Masqué seem to confirm her 'Strong & Charming Lady' appeal: she's a graceful dancer, she lives up to the sadistic side implied in her name, she swordfights and her open, assertive personality destabilizes more conventional, 'shy' women such as Nox and Jeanne. She's also shown to be very protective of Noé, worring about him and even torturing Vanitas to ensure he wasn't a threath.

But there's also a softer side to her relationship with Noé - who actually keeps her friendzoned - one made of mutual respect, long-standing affection, comprension and willingness to listen to the other troubles ... partially. She listens to Noé, but doesn't actually tell him her feelings or thoughts, even if our cinnamon roll would very likely listen.

At the same time, some cracks begin to appear in this image. She fails to fight her sister away from Vanitas and Noé (and ends up tied and hanging from the lamp for everyone to see); she's later revealed in her chat with Jeanne about Vanitas that she doesn't know much about relationships, despite what her being so outgoing can lead to think.

Moreover, by this point of the story, Noé's childhood flashbacks have started.

Dominique is the one in the frilly dress, hiding behind her brother. As a child, her personality was very different: a conventionally feminine, shy child. This led people to theorize that her change was brought about by her mourning for Louis, an attempt to keep his memory alive by resembling him as much as she could.

Then we have the Arc of Gevaudan, in which she is barely mentioned, and then we have the latest chapters.

First of all, in chapter 43, we see her interacting directly with her older siblings. And while it was hinted that they didn't have that great of a relationship, here she looks to afraid to be in their mere presence. Every single disparaging remark from Veronica and Antoine (and they throw around a lot of them) gets an almost frozen in fear Dominique as a reaction. It's like, in the presence of her family, she regresses to the shy girl of her childhood, with none of her usual confidence.

Next, in chapter 45, in the midst of trying to keep the "insecure" Jeanne from entusiastically yelling to the world how horny she is for Vanitas, she reveals: 1) that she actually is pretty conventional when it comes to love and relationships; 2) that she sees Noé as dashing and strong and is confirmed as head-over-heels for him; 3) that she doesn't think she is good enough for him.

She believes Noé would prefer Jeanne (when he never indicated anything more than a vague curiosity about her), and when reflecting about it, she thinks back to her siblings' insults.

She thinks that she's not as charming as Jeanne, and then she seems on the verge of a panic or anxiety attack, thinking obsessively about Noé.

The ending of the same chapter reveals that there is a good helping from Misha on her situation: he did something to her, to tamper with her control of her own actions, but still her love for Noé is stronger, she fights back against the order of bringing him to the little creep.

The bigger point, as revealed in chapter 46, is: Dominique has zero self-esteem. Like the flowers around her were spewn around by a machine, that first image we got of her was carefully crafted, to hide an extremely insecure young woman.

Since early childhood, Dominique was unfavourably compared to her older siblings; she isn't as strong of a combatant as Veronica, and as Antoine helpfully points out, she holds no political power, unlike him.

And then there's the whole Louis affair.

The story so far has shown the toll his death had on Noé, but here we see the effect on Dominique, and it was devastating.

She wished she had been the one to die. She believes she's at fault for what happened.

And she gets what in her mind is a confirm: the reason why Louis was kept isolated was because he was her twin, and this in the appearently terribly superstitious vampire culture is seen as bad luck. So, in her mind, if she had never existed, her brother would have had a long and happy life.

Moreover, Veronica sees fit to completely destroy her sister's self-worth by bringing up those 'expectations' Dominique failed to live up to.

Then, with an excellent timing, Noé wakes up from an angst-induced fever, and puts the icing of shit on the cake of shit that has been Dominique's day. He essentially confirmed her worst fears: everyone would have preferred Louis to her. Those who theorized that Dominique's new mannerism where due to trying to keep Louis alive were so right, in a likely worst way than they could ever have thought of.

(Random thought I don't know where else to put: Dominique, in all of the manga,has never been seen in her usual masculine clothing around her family. She had either a ballgown or a nightgown, both very frilly and similar to what she would have wore as a little girl; way to represent her feelings of inferiority in front of them).

And so we have it. Dominique's life has been one of regular emotional abuse and a severe trauma; between the image her family tried to force her to live to and the awareness that only a whim of her father and grandfather -independent of any personal characteristic of the children - left her to live instead of her brother, she developed a very feeble sense of self - and what little personal identity she has, she doesn't like. So she tried to hide it all with a mask, to take on herself the identity of her brother to make someone worthier live in her stead ... but it didn't work out very well.

And the saddest part of all of this, is that Dominique has a very definite identity to those who love her, and it's a great one. Despite not reciprocating her feelings (as far as we know) Noé values her the world as his friend. She has always been here when he needed someone to talk to. She worries about him, but respects his choices. Her love for him is so strong, that it overrides Misha's mind control.

And do we want to talk about Jeanne? Dominique barely knows her, but she sees this girl in a social position other vampires despise, and she immediately bonds with her. She encourages her to get out of her shell, tries to give her advice at the best of her abilities, and she was very willing to risk her reputation and the wrath of her family to protect her.

Dominique is a great friend, an observant and caring person, and she doesn't give a damn about her family's racism and classism. If only she could realize it.

Personally, I don't know where her arc is heading. She's in a very precarious position right now. Her death would give Noé a second trauma and a reason to hate Misha that could lead to a clash with Vanitas (who clearly still cares about his younger brother, as shown by his guilt complex), but would also make Dominique's own arc a very tragic one. Her life would have been defined by being used by others, never realizing her true worth. It would lack closure - which narratively is something that can be done to work, but it's not what I personally would like for poor Dominique.

On the other hand, if Noé manages to get her to safety, then she can be helped. She can be cured by whatever Misha did to her, but above that, she can make her own arc one of self-descovery and affirmation, which definitely would have me cheering on for her.

Knowing Mochizuki's reputation, her survival is quite uncertain; but let us remember that the main theme of this work is 'salvation', and that we already got a surprisingly sweet ending for the Arc of Gevaudan, with everyone surviving and happy.

Until next chapter, we just have to wait and hope.

#vanitas no carte #vnc #vnc dominique #vnc noe #vnc meta #the case study of vanitas #vnc jeanne #vnc spoilers #elia's recaps

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Dabi (the connection) a writing piece I did in class...

-The Connection To Dabi, Toya Todoroki-

Pt. One ( Dabi-toya Todoroki)

Dabi is a fairly tall villain, currently around 23-24. He is pale, and skinny. He had spiky white hair, that is currently dyed black. He had thin eyes, that are turquoise and heavily lidded. He has patches of purple, scared, skin that are stapled to his body. The patches are under his eyes, somewhat like eye bags, with a few staples holding the skin from ripping off his face. He has three nose piercings on one side. From his smile, mouth to ears, and down to the top of his chest are also purple and scared. Down his arms, stopping below his knuckles are also scared, also stapled to his skin. He also has a super power called a quirk, his is unofficially called cremation. It’s called cremation because of its extreme heat, caused by blue fire. His quirk uses his skin as fuel and that's what caused his scaring. He has several piercings on both ears around the top. He also wears a black jacket, with a tall ripped collar. The jacket has stitched patterns around the shoulders, and is made especially for him. Meaning his clothing is fire prof. The sleeves are also black and and about his elbows with thick grey rings. He wears a simple white shirt underneath said jacket. His pants are also black and tight, but still moveable and breathable. He also wears black boots that end half way up the calf of his legs. He also wears a grey and white belt with grey metal flats and spikes on them.

Pt. Two (The Past)

Dabi grew up under the famous flame hero Endeavour. Endeavour-Enji Todoroki-Is Dabi’s father. Enji convinced Rei to marry him, in a quirk marriage. Enji had fire, and Rei had ice, which could create the ultimate hero, and child. Dabi was the first attempt at the perfect child, he was born with Blue Fire. his quirk was very strong, but used his skin as fuel, and scared him badly. When Endeavour saw Dabi as not good enough he tried again. Then there was fuyumi. Fuyumi was the first daughter and second oldest, but also not good enough. Next was natsuo, he was the second youngest, sadly he was also a failed experiment. The final child was Shoto Todoroki. Shoto was perfectly split, half fire, and half ice. Shoto never got to really know his siblings, as he was forced to train 24/7, and was almost never given a break. While Shoto was being abused, and forced to train, dabi was simply tossed aside. Dabi, Fuyumi, and Natsuo were more friends than siblings. They probably would have grown closer if Dabi-Toya- hadn't ‘died’ in a fire that Enji himself had caused. Enji was blamed for his ‘death’. In reality Dabi was still alive and fine, well not exactly. He ended up hiding his true identity and becoming a villain. It wasn't long from them before he started to build a name for himself. He soon after caught the eye of Shigaraki tomura- Tenko shimura- who was the leader of the league of villains. Shigaraki was able to convince Dabi to join him, and so he did. Dabi also found ideals, in the name of stain. Growing a strong dislike for false heroes like his own father. Dabi over the years planned something grand. Dabi now being around 23 found it time to reveal the truth.Pt. Three (The Reveal)

Dabi had revealed himself on live television. Telling the world what Endeavour had done to them while he had been blurring the lines between himself and Endeavour. Enji had spent his entire life blurring the line between himself and endeavour, and now the world couldn't believe what they were hearing. The reason that Dabi had finally revealed the truth to the world was Endeavour's current and new place, as the Number One Hero. Most people were in disbelief, and didn't believe him. Others already knew of the abuse that had taken place.

Dabi was preparing to kill his Father, and something unknown to Shoto, as Dabi said he had a surprise of Shoto. It was said that the league themselves weren’t even aware of dabi’s identity.

Pt. Four (The Relatable)

-Dabi has an abusive Father, who has claimed to be the good guy, who’s fixing past mistakes.

-dabi was thrown aside or forgotten by most-all.

-Dabi hasn't seen his own siblings and family in many years as he was assumed dead when he was 14.

-He can’t be recognized as himself, he also lives in the shadows, and most people who know him don’t like him for his villainous, and murderous side.

-his parents didn't have much emotional support to offer to Dabi-Toya or his siblings.

-His Father is a bad person, and his Mother is kind and easy to take advantage of, Rei-his mother.

-He had expectations placed on him that were almost impossible to be met.

-he ended up emotionally cut off and drained of almost any empathy he had or has left.

-He has a hatred for his Father, for good reason.

-He was given up on when his parents realized he couldn't make their dreams come true.

Pt. Five ( The Reason )

Endeavour's reason for all of the abuse was simply to reach his goal of creating the perfect child, and the perfect hero. After many failed attempts at creating the perfect child, he had Shoto, who was what he had wanted. He had tossed the others aside, leaving them by themselves. He didn't even acknowledge his own children. Toya was left behind, and presumed dead, after a training section of sorts where his father had presumably caused his death. Enji is a selfish man, who didn't deserve to have the title of a hero. That's when Endeavour was raised to number one hero-after All Mights retirement-where Dabi decided that it was time.

Pt. Six ( The Relations )

When Dabi was presumed dead he left behind his family and all his relationships he might have had. Enji: Dabi had an extreme dislike for his father Enji and is even planning to be the end of him. Rei: Dabi somewhat blames his Mother for what happened to him. He doesn’t seem to hate her as much, but had blamed her for his problems. Although she cares greatly for him, and his death affected her sanity, Dabi doesn’t seem to feel the same way about her. Shoto: Dabi feels quite hostile towards Shoto. Dabi mockings and even pities Shoto, as seen by his actions. Dabi seems to dislike Shoto, as he had everything that Dabi didn't, causing Dabi to grow to hate Shoto. Fuyumi: Fuyumi and Dabi had a bit of a bond, but Dabi looked down on her and his Mother Rei for not wanting to be heroes. Rei feels sad towards Dabi, and Dabi seems to have nothing really against her, although he seems to look down on her. Natsuo: Natsuo and Dabi were extremely close as children, although Dabi and him seem to be on okay terms. Natsuo reacted disappointedly like Fuyumi when he found Toya was behind the killings, crimes and mass murders.Pt. Seven (The Current Relations)

Dabi has now joined the league of villains and has a few relations that i would like to mention. Shigaraki: Dabi respects Shigaraki but doesn’t seem to care about him, and is perfectly fine with insulting him. Spinner: I can’t imagine that Dabi likes Spinner, as Dabi takes every opportunity he gets to make rude remarks and mock him. Mr.Compress: Dabi doesn’t seem to mind Mr.Compress, they actually work quite well as a team. They have worked together successfully a few times. Hawks (who is a ‘Hero’): DAbi was distrustful towards hawks at first, as they had actually grown up together. Although once hawks had killed Twice-ruining part of Dabi’s plan-Dabi grows to hate the winged hero Hawks. Stain: Dabi seems to look up to Stains ideology, or at least be inspired by it. Dabi does disagree with Stain on one thing, instead of there being rare true heroes, Dabi believes that there is no such thing as a true hero.

Pt. Eight (The Extra Info)

Real Name: Toya/Toya Todoroki.

Alias: Dabi / Blue-flame.

Birthday: January 18th.

Age: 23-24.

Gender: Male.

Height: 176 cm, (5'9¼").

Hair Colour: White, dyed black.

Eye Colour: TurQuoise.

Quirk: Cremation.

Status: Alive, on the outside.

Family: Enji, Rei, natsuo, Fuyumi, Shoto.

Occupation: Villain.

Affiliation: League of villains.

Teams: Violet regiment.

Fighting Style: long-ranged combat.

Pt. Nine (The Words)

1.“You’re so weak… you couldn't even stop a criminal organization from abducting your students.” 2. “First thing we have to do is take away their sense of peace.” 3. “I’ve seen you in pictures, but I gotta say your way grosser in person.” 4. “Is it because your students are so precious? Hope you got what it takes to protect them…” 5. If you’re trash, then at least burn and be kindling for my flames.” 6. “This will just be a single fire. We’ll fill those heroes full of holes… and put them in their place, or a brighter future.”

Pt. Ten (The Personality)

Dabi’s personality is rude, and argumentative. He doesn’t mind insulting people and putting them in their place. He has almost no sense of respect, and it is rude, and self serving. Although he is not as cruel and sadistic as you’d think, he’s out for justice. He is also a calm-minded person who is determined to finish assigned tasks.

Pt. Eleven ( The Within )

Dabi’s the broken product of what he had sworn to erase. He’s a man made completely of flaws stitched together, he’s simply Patch-Work. He’s a used and thrown away object, only used by the people who need him for their own personal gain.

Pt. Twelve ( The Goal )

Does Dabi have a good point about society? Dabi has a good point about society, just like Stain ( Chizome Akaguro ). Dabi and Stain have the samebeliefs, meaning that they were originally Stains ideals. First, Dabi believes that people are fooled by the fake facade of popularity. Meaning that the people who are popular and/ or seen as ‘Heroes’ then they can get away with things that people shouldn't. For example, Dabi hates the ‘Hero’ Endeavour. Endeavour is seen as a Hero, even though he is the farthest thing from a Hero. People refuse to see the truth, even when it’s the clear truth. Second of all, Dabi believes that people should not do good things for money, for example Mt. Lady. Mt. Lady is a ‘Hero’ who uses her body to get free things and popularity. She is a False Hero, giving false expectations for women and female Heros. Third of all, Dabi believes that there is NO such thing as a True Hero. I believe he is right, because Endeavour abused his wife and kids, Mt. Lady uses her body for money making unrealistic expectations for women, Hawks murders people, All Might helps kids go ‘Plus Ultra’ and completely disregards their personal safety. In conclusion, I believe that Dabi is right for many reasons. He makes good points, and even has facts to prove his points. He may be an extremist, but he is doing it for the good of society! Dabi, and Stain are good examples of people sacrificing their Heros.

Pt. Thirteen ( The Accusations )

First, Dabi is right in believing that true 'Heroes' don't exist. Because people only want money or fame. Second, Dabi is right in following Stains ways, because Stain has shown his valid points. Third, Dabi is right because he grew up beside the Number 2 'Hero' Endeavour. Dabi can say first-hand that Endeavour is far from being a 'Hero', let alone a good person. In conclusion Dabi is right about society, he has a valid and correct point of view, and even though he is an extremist he is right.

True 'Heroes' Don't Exist Because People Only Want Money and Fame.

First off, Dabi has a point about Hero's only want for fame. For example, Mt.Lady caused a lot of collateral damage by stealing a villain take down, so she would look better. She also used her looks to get free food from venders, and other places. My second point is Endeavour. Endeavour had abused his son into being a 'Hero'. Endeavour had also almost killed one of his sons in a fiery battle for no reason. Luckily that son survived, but they thought he had died. He is now the villain, known as Dabi. My third point is Hawks. Hawks is a 'Hero' who has killed many. He is a double agent, and a spy. He 'killed' the Best Jeanist and Twice. Though as stands currently it was revealed that the Best Jeanist is in fact alive and well. Though Hawks had still killed Twice, a mentally unstable villain. In conclusion, 'Heros' only want money and fame, no matter the price. Even if the price is abusing your family, or committing murder, using your body to get what you want, or committing crimes. These 'Heros' don't care. I mean, they really said " whatever it takes''. First off, Dabi has a point about Hero's only want for fame. For example, Mt.Lady caused a lot of collateral damage by stealing a villain take down, so she would look better. She also used her looks to get free food from venders, and other places. My second point is Endeavour. Endeavour had abused his son into being a 'Hero'. Endeavour had also almost killed one of his sons in a fiery battle for no reason. Luckily that son survived, but they thought he had died. He is now the villain, known as Dabi. My third point is Hawks. Hawks is a 'Hero' who has killed many. He is a double agent, and a spy. He 'killed' the Best Jeanist and Twice. Though as stands currently it was revealed that the Best Jeanist is in fact alive and well. Though Hawks had still killed Twice, a mentally unstable villain. In conclusion, 'Heros' only want money and fame, no matter the price. Even if the price is abusing your family, or committing murder, using your body to get what you want, or committing crimes. These 'Heros' don't care. I mean, they really said " whatever it takes''.

Dabi is in the right, to follow Stain’s ( Chizome Akaguro) ways. Stain is right about the Hero society, which he proves to a few people. Stain has 3 main valid points ; that he believes in. First off, people do often use popularity to get what they want, like money or power. People often use their Hero facades to fool society into believing that they could never do anything wrong. Stains second point is that some Heroes aren’t actually Heros. For example, Endeavour, the number 2 Hero ( currently number 1 Hero, like avoiding spoilers ). Endeavour ( Enji Todoroki ), abused his children, and wife, trying to create the perfect Hero. Endeavour also says he doesn't care about anyone except for himself and Shoto Todoroki ( His Son, which he abused ). Stain’s third point is revaved around ‘True Heros’ not commiting murder. The Winged Hero Hawks had committed several murders, which Stain says isn't very heroic. Hawks is also a double agent, but he had comited murder. Hawks didn't kill a villain either, he did kill Twice. Although Hawks also faked the death of Pro Hero, Best Jeanist. I would also like to say that even Dabi’s big boss, Shigaraki Tomura ( Tenko Shimura ) also wanted to be a Hero when he was younger. Although they never were able to, considering that Shigaraki killed his family ( who basically abused him too ). In conclusion, it is rather valid that he follow Stain’s ways.

Dabi had a great reason to hate ‘Heros’. First off, he grew up the son of the number 2 ‘Hero’ Endeavour. Although sadly Dabi died in a fire his Father caused, (He didn't really die, they just couldn't find the body ). Endeavour not only caused his sons ‘death’ but also verbally, and physically abused him. He was isolated from his siblings and constantly told that he wasn't good enough. Second, Dabi had a rough childhood. Patchwork, ( Dabi ) is now a villain. Dabi had witnessed his Father beat his Mother, his siblings, and himself. Third of all Dabi revealed himself to be Toya Todoroki, Endeavour's son. He publicly shamed his father from screen to screen. Dabi had shown the world what Enji had done to blur the line between Enji and Endeavour. Fourth point would be about Enji and why he abused his family for years, forcing his wife into a forced marriage.First off, Dabi has a point about Hero's only want for fame. For example, Mt.Lady caused a lot of collateral damage by stealing a villain take down, so she would look better. She also used her looks to get free food from venders, and other places. My second point is Endeavour. Endeavour had abused his son into being a 'Hero'. Endeavour had also almost killed one of his sons in a fiery battle for no reason. Luckily that son survived, but they thought he had died. He is now the villain, known as Dabi. My third point is Hawks. Hawks is a 'Hero' who has killed many. He is a double agent, and a spy. He 'killed' the Best Jeanist and Twice. Though as stands currently it was revealed that the Best Jeanist is in fact alive and well. Though Hawks had still killed Twice, a mentally unstable villain. In conclusion, 'Heros' only want money and fame, no matter the price. Even if the price is abusing your family, or committing murder, using your body to get what you want, or committing crimes. These 'Heros' don't care. I mean, they really said " whatever it takes''.

Dabi had a great reason to hate ‘Heros’. First off, he grew up the son of the number 2 ‘Hero’ Endeavour. Although sadly Dabi died in a fire his Father caused, (He didn't really die, they just couldn't find the body ). Endeavour not only caused his sons ‘death’ but also verbally, and physically abused him. He was isolated from his siblings and constantly told that he wasn't good enough. Second, Dabi had a rough childhood. Patchwork, ( Dabi ) is now a villain. Dabi had witnessed his Father beat his Mother, his siblings, and himself. Third of all Dabi revealed himself to be Toya Todoroki, Endeavour's son. He publicly shamed his father from screen to screen. Dabi had shown the world what Enji had done to blur the line between Enji and Endeavour. Fourth point would be about Enji and why he abused his family for years, forcing his wife into a forced marriage. In conclusion, Dabi has a point, heroes risk their lives for money or fame, leaving no place for a true hero. Stain maybe an extremist with very idealistic opinions, but you must admit that he has a point. Not to mention that some heroes secretly commit crimes like human trafficking because people wouldn't suspect a ‘Hero’ of that kind of thing. Not only is Endeavour not a Hero, and his wife and kids hate him, but he got away with his doings too. Endeavour is living scotch free of his mistakes, and only claimed to start to become a better person when Shoto started ignoring him. In conclusion, Dabi had every right to be mad at society.

Pt. Fourteen ( The Feelings )

Dabi is not just some anime character to me. I find Dabi like the personification of my life. I find Dabi is often in my dreams, and he even helps me understand my feelings and needs. I’m going to try my best to explain how. It all started before last year. I had just started watching a few of the My Hero episodes on crunchyroll, an anime website. I had first started rooting for the main characters and the Heros. Finding that all of the heroes seemed to be strong, brave, and well, Heroes. Although I was quickly introduced to Shoto Todoroki’s background story. Shoto ( Dabi’s Brother ) had to deal with a lot of abuse from his Father, and that's when I started to like the character Shoto more. I drew a lot of pictures of Shoto, and found that he was surprisingly relatable, in a sad way. It was not long before I was introduced to the fan theory of Dabi being a Todoroki. It was almost clear that he was going to be a Todoroki. It was revealed, not that long ago, that Dabi is in fact Toya Todoroki. Toya Todoroki is the older brother of Shoto, Natsu and Fyumi, who they thought had died in a fire. I had seen Dabi in my dreams before then once or twice. I can clearly remember one where I was sitting with Dabi, we were simply talking. I remember the conversations started as him being threatening and a complete jerk. Well, actually in the first dream there was blue fire as he tried to burn me. The second dream was our first talk, where we had talked about casual things, although he seemed rather angry or annoyed at least. I often found myself relating to him in ways that I couldn't create with words. Dabi, was a forgotten and isolated child who had been thrown out by his abusive Father. The same Father who claimed to love him. The same Father who claims tofeel guilt for the mistakes they have made, only to repeat those same mistakes only days later. I found myself seeing Dabi in my dreams more and more often. The next dream I had was blurry, like a missing memory. I found myself talking to Dabi, again. We sat, somewhere, and simply talked. I remember looking at my feet, and not seeing him, but somehow knowing that it was him. I talked and he listened, Dabi’s voice was rough and somewhat dry. “It’s okay to miss people.” He never said much, but it always seemed like my conscious was talking to me. Dabi was seen in dream after dream after that. I’d find him in the background, or maybe as a store owner. It was almost like he was stalking me in my dreams, although I never seemed to be bothered by it. He always seemed to have good advice to tell me. I remember one time I had asked him if he had missed his siblings. I remember when I first felt that connection, when he said, “It’s okay if you miss them. I miss mine, but I chose the path I did.” Dabi is a psychopathic murderer, who had killed many with his blue flames. He was always something I could rely on, he was almost a comfort character to me. Found myself hating Endeavour, his Father, soon after. I despise the false ‘Hero’ Endeavour, as he is not a Hero. You can’t expect to abuse your wife and children and still expect people to like you, expect your family to just forgive you. I find myself blurring the lines between my own Father and Endeavour. I found that when I looked at my Father, I saw trases of Endeavour. Maybe it was because they had the same nature, or maybe it was something completely different. I know that I could relate to dabi. I saw this one scene of young Toya and Shoto hiding in the closet, away from his own Father. It reminded me of when my younger Brother and I would visit my Father and hide in the closet to avoid the yelling. Mother doesn’t like talking about the past, and the things my Father had done. I know when I was younger I used to run to the neighbors and bag for them to let me in. I used to hate being alone with my Father, and I still do. I know that Dabi, and Shoto had a similar childhood, if you could even call it that. Honestly, the living room never felt like a living room. Enji Todoroki is someone that I hate, but I don’t at the same time. I find

myself wanting to forgive Endeavour. I know that, that means my inner conscious what's to forgive my Father, but I can’t. I still watch him make his own Mother cry, and on Christmas he told his own Father to drop dead. Honestly I know how it feels when Dabi or Shoto say that they don’t want to be like their own Father. I know that this is not just a paragraph but I didn't wanna give you some dolled up answer. Pt. Fifteen ( Explanation )

Honestly I feel connected to him. Is it sad to say that if I had a spirit animal it would be a 21-24 year old criminal who’s scared physically and emotionally? That sometimes I find myself believing the words of a fictional character, who's considered forgotten and a failure’s words are something I believe every word of. That I’ve never wanted to watch my own father fall into a world of hell until I reached the point of admiration for a villain? I look up to Dabi. Even though he’s a psychopath, a villain, and a murderer. I still find peace in him. He is my comfort character, which is something I’ve realized lately. I know that most people think that he is cute, or some cool villain that they wish was real so they could date him. Not me-I’m not one of those people. Dabi is like my consciousness, he’s like the voice in my head, the embodiment of my mind, me in another world. I would write forever, tell you everything on my mind, how Dabi is the character who I could identify with, but I'm not going to. Honestly I wish I could explain that he, a man internally made of flaws stitched together, is my comfort character. I remember when I realized that dabi is something I find in my head. When I read about him sneaking through crowds, avoiding people like the plague. When I see that he's only in with the ones seen as the bad guys, when I see that he’s either sad or insane and nothing else. Sometimes when I see him, I see myself. When I look in the mirror I wonder why the bags under my eyes look like the scars under Baby's eyes. I wonder when I grow up, what will I be? Will I end up like my Father, or maybe like my Mother? I feel bad knowing that Dabi lives the life that I’d be living if I was an anime character. I don’t know, I don’t have that kind of passion or conviction. Have you read that before? Passion and conviction, you’ve read it in my writing before huh? It’s from a quote, a quote from Stain The Hero killer. The person who Dabi looks up to, the person who Spinner looks up to, and a person who I look up too. Dabi had one person who he’s close with, his name is Jin/Twice. Jin is a mentaly unstable psychopath who is 31 years old. Twice, when I break down on the bathroom floor in the middle of the night, the voices in my head, they remind me of twice. Although I feel a connection to him, it’s not the same as Dabi. Dabi is my embodiment of my emotions. Twice, is the person in my mind. The person who I'd think similarly too. I think I’m reaching a point of too many words. Filtered thoughts, that’s what you hear from me. That’s all I have to say, well that’s a lie. I have a lot more to say, but for now, I think that I’ve written enough.

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eujazmine · 3 years

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JAZMINE HARPER - TV TROPES

manipulative bastard

The Manipulative Bastard is the master manipulator of people, in essence, a character who manipulates others through their emotions, perspectives, psychologies and any other way they can get them dancing to their tune. This is the guy or gal who gets off on playing head/mind games—clever and dangerous and lacking comedic overtones (usually). She always has a plan ready, but rather than do any work, the Manipulative Bastard prefers to play on other characters' emotions and mental states and then watch the victims destroy themselves as they waste their energy on fighting against fake dangers or their friends.

are we surprised? with a lack of loyalty to others, including her own family, jazmine will gladly step on others and use their weaknesses to her advantage to get what she wants. she’s been a manipulative bastard since she was a child, ever since she first discovered how much her mist control could control the perceptions of others. observant and resourceful, jazmine has no qualms using her talents to gain unauthorized information about others and using it for her personal gain. she views people as her pawns, and her selfish way of thinking gives her little guilt about physically or mentally forcing others into submission. this is a trait she’s picked up from her own father, which we will delve into in the next trope.

daddy’s little villain

mention of emotional abuse tw

She's the daughter of an Evil Overlord, who shares her parent's ambition, cunning, and cruelty. She could be anything from a simple Spoiled Brat to an Overlord in waiting. She's also likely to be a Princess (since even villainy is improved with that), although she will still prefer wearing black or dark colors over pink.

jazmine’s mortal father can largely be thanked for the way she is now. from as young as she can remember, he was training jazmine to be a powerful force in both the demigod and mortal world. while he raised her to think she could accomplish anything she worked toward, she was mostly a pawn to satisfy his thirst for power. he didn’t care much for her as a daughter; mostly for what she could do for him. she started to recognize this during her formative middle school years, consequently turning her childhood role model into her worst enemy. when she started rebelling against him and acting out, he sent her away full-time to a camp on the other side of the globe. since then, the issues only progressed, eventually leading to a falling out in which she hasn’t seen or spoken to her mortal family in many years.

this upbringing has fueled her desire to constantly be the best in her fields of expertise, which is partly why she quested for years in hopes of some type of recognition. with the heavily hidden hope that she could one day rub in his face that she had succeeded without him, all her life she has fought to try to ‘prove her worth’ to others despite being the daughter of a minor goddess (or titan). because her father only loved what she could do for him, she places everyone in two categories: the puppets, and the puppeteers.

and she will never be the puppet again.

broken ace

He's tall, charming, strikingly good-looking, well-spoken in five languages, and classically trained in even more instruments. But inside, he's an ugly, writhing mass of self-hatred and Parental Issues. Expect him to have at least one bizarre trait or ability that should not be overlooked, as well as an unhealthy attitude about love, life, and humanity in general. He most likely doesn't have anyone that loves or respects him for what he really is. This may be justified. This character is usually male, but not always. Also, he may just be a perfectionist crumbling under his own standards. The chief difference between the Broken Ace and the usually female Stepford Smiler is that the Stepford Smiler wants to appear normal at all costs, often to the point of hurting herself emotionally (or because she's sociopathic). This guy has the same setup, but is more talented and wants to be the best, loved by all, and accepted.

although the timeline wasn’t as accelerated as she had hoped when she was a child, jazmine was making waves in the world of deities before her last quest against zeus had occurred. now, as a semi-retired quester, she is captain of the football team and starting to make a name for herself in the mortal fields of business and sports. despite the air of nonchalant superiority that she constantly tries to present, she is in a constant state of despair. right when she starts to undergo some development in her relationships with others, they leave, and she is constantly failing her own impossibly high standards. she’s crumbling, and at any point she is ready to run away again.

ice queen

Much like a Tomboy, the Ice Queen is a major character archetype which is somewhat hard to define. Her signature characteristic is that she is cold; the ambiguity comes from what "cold" means. She has a cold heart, a frosty demeanor and very often a resting bitch face; she attracts but will never be wooed. The Ice Queen is considered dangerous to love because she will not (or cannot) love back. She's not much for friendship either, preferring to be alone. Situations where an Ice Queen "thaws" and learns to enjoy the company of others are so common that they have their own trope.

she’s cold and takes no shit. she holds people at a distance, even those that could potentially be considered friends. she doesn’t believe in unconditional love, and she believes that most affection direct toward her is generally a ruse to get her guard down. she’s unnecessarily rude to others, almost relishing in the negative reactions at times, but to her, she’s just keeping it real.

the trickster

A trickster is a character who plays tricks or otherwise disobeys normal rules and conventional behavior. The Trickster openly questions and mocks authority, encourages impulse and enthusiasm, seeks out new ideas and experiences, destroys convention and complacency, and promotes chaos and unrest. At the same time, the trickster brings new knowledge, wisdom and many An Aesop. Even when punished horribly for his effrontery, his indomitable spirit (or plain sheer foolishness) keeps him coming back for more. Tricksters can be anything from gods of chaos, bedeviling heroes for a few laughs, to master manipulators who use cruel ploys and sadistic choices. They can also be heroes (or more likely Anti-Heroes) who make up for a lack of strength or bravery with manipulation, planning, or just plain cheating. The trickster is often a Master of Disguise and may have magical or super-powers. They're often found Walking the Earth.

although this description was much more relevant when she was younger, jazmine has a penchant for drama and chaos. she genuinely has fun engaging in pranks and tricks, and she gladly lifts a symbolic middle finger to authority in any chance that she gets. in middle school, she was nearly expelled from a mortal school because of all her tricks, and she spent a sizable portion of her adult years before eonia traveling and engaging in casual mayhem. when she isn’t getting revenge or fulfilling a paid request, she generally has fun toying with others.

deadpan snarker

A character prone to gnomic, sarcastic, sometimes bitter, occasionally whimsical asides. The Deadpan Snarker exists to deflate pomposity, point out the unlikelihood of certain plans, and deliver funny lines. Typically the most cynical supporting character. In most cases, it is implied that the snarker would make a good leader, strategist, or consultant given their ability to instantly see the flaws in a constructed plan. More often than not, their innate snarkiness is the only thing preventing the other characters from comprehending this for themselves. In other cases, the Deadpan Snarker resorts to sarcasm because they're the Only Sane Man. Tends to be shot a Death Glare when they go too far (and probably isn't without one of their own, either). Note that due to the definition evolving, the "Deadpan" part of the title has gradually become The Artifact and a deadpan delivery is no longer a necessary part of the trope.

jazmine is no stranger to delivering biting remarks coupled with foul language. she’s quick to point out flaws, opting for the brutally honest approach more times than not. she’s aware that her language can hurt others, but she finds it easier to escape the frivolities and get to the point. depending on the person, she exaggerates this trope by trying to draw out a bad response from them, mostly for her own entertainment. people already view her as heinous, so why not embrace the reputation, right?

survivor guilt

death mention tw

You might be the Last Of Your Kind or someone else made a Heroic Sacrifice for you or you lived through a Restricted Rescue Operation, but whatever the reason, you're going to feel a massive sense of guilt.

although the quest with adelphie and celeste was technically a success, with the trident successfully being returned back to poseidon, the team had faced major losses. adelphie had lost her life, and celeste had suffered debilitating injuries. physically, jazmine suffered the least, and it’s a guilt that she continues to carry.

aloof big sister

to the majority of the hecate family, especially @rostameu

He's smarter, stronger, faster, more talented, and more refined than the hero, and — just to add insult to injury — he's probably sexier, too. His only problem seems to be moving his face out of that expression of bored, dignified disdain. And he just happens to be the elder brother of one of the main cast, which often gives them a raging inferiority complex. Will most likely double as the Ineffectual Loner and Noble Demon, thereby running the risk of becoming an Ensemble Darkhorse. May or may not be evil, strictly speaking, but is almost guaranteed to fight against the protagonists at one point, and spout off Cryptic Conversation to prove how much better informed he is. May or may not be a Stealth Mentor and/or consider his younger siblings annoying. Often an integral part of a mysterious organisation, and may be the Enigmatic Minion or even a Hero Antagonist in that case.

OKAY, so the running joke with jazmine is that she dislikes her siblings, which is very true tbh. i’m not going to speak for rostam and say most of that stuff actually applies, but jazmine is very cold toward her younger brother and views herself as much better in every way. with loner tendencies, disdain toward her brother, and shady side hustles, she matches this trope very well, and it was only fitting to add a trope about disliking siblings to jazmine’s task. and yes, she’s technically one of the youngest right now but hush.

#eutropes #( tasks. )#emotional abuse tw #death mention tw #whewww i didnt bother proofreading this but lmk if anything is just ... impossible to read LMAO

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ikevampeventarchive · 4 years

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[ERS] Expose His Heart ～ Theodorus

Route Preview:

Upon touching Theo, you’ve somehow gained the ability to read his mind?! The sweetness the lies underneath his ordinarily sadistic face leaves your heart pounding all day....

The moment you touch upon the emotions hidden in Theo’s heart, is the moment you come to understand a deep, deep love.

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[This is an unofficial work based on fan-translation. Copyright belongs to Cybird.]

Warning: Spoilers Underneath.

Route Summary:

Common Route

The next morning, MC found herself wrapped in Theo’s embrace as she recalls how she fell asleep in his room after helping him out with his job. After greeting Theo a good morning, MC felt elated about having the chance to talk to her loved one the moment she wakes up and the couple shares a kiss.

Theodorus: Cute again today, huh…

MC: Eh?!

Theodorus: What, why are you being so loud for?

MC: Well, because you said something strange.

Theodorus: Huh...? I don’t remember saying anything weird.

MC was confused because she could have sworn she heard Theo say she looked cute just moments ago but she brushed it off as soon as he saw the suspicious look on his face, saying she was probably still half asleep.

The two then head towards the dining room for breakfast and while MC was handing Theo a bottle of syrup, their fingers touched and she suddenly heard him mutter how the syrup smelled really good and that he’d use the whole bottle for his pancakes prompting MC to exclaim how that’s too much.

Theo was in shock and Arthur entered the room asking why MC was shouting all of a sudden. She explained what happened which made Theo confused because he hasn’t even poured it yet. Noticing that the plate of pancakes indeed did not have a single drop of syrup, MC blurted out a reminder for him not to consume too many sweets and in order to escape Theo’s gaze, MC hurriedly went to the kitchen after eating.

MC recalled the events that happened in the morning and ended up with the realization that she can read other people’s hearts through touch and she couldn’t believe it at first thinking it was something straight out of fiction so she had to double-check if she was right when Vincent appeared asking if anything happened.

She asks Vincent if he’s seen Theo around, saying she was looking for him but she can’t seem to find him anywhere. Vincent tells her he hasn’t seen his brother yet and MC thinks about how it’s unfortunate she can’t find Theo when she wanted to confirm her suspicions about the strange incidents that occur whenever they touch.

MC then decides to test it out on Vincent first, asking him if he could shake her hand. The painter extended his hand without question and MC held it with her own. Immediately noticing that she couldn’t hear anything, she asked him what he was thinking about right now and Vincent answered saying that he was wondering why they had to shake hands and that her hands are really soft.

As Vincent smiles at her, MC realizes how embarrassing the situation actually is and was beginning to think that her ability to read other people’s heart was just her imagination when she heard Theo’s voice asking what they were doing.

MC explained saying she just wanted to shake hands with Vincent before noticing that their hands were still entangled so she hurriedly let go. However, Theo was still confused and told her not to disturb his brother. To MC’s surprise, he started patting her head the way he usually does when she suddenly heard Theo’s voice in her mind.

Theodorus: Holding hands… seems like they’re in quite a good mood. I wonder, huh.

Theodorus: Even if it’s to Vincent… I won’t give MC up.

Realizing that Theo feels jealous of his brother, MC felt bad she made him feel that way so she blurted out that the only person she likes is him which left Theo confused as to why she was saying that all of a sudden and MC told him she just felt like telling him that at the moment.

Vincent: Wow... Theo is really loved. I’m glad to have a cute sister like MC.

Theo then asked if she was going to start calling Vincent, “brother” too and MC caught another glimpse of his thoughts when the art dealer started thinking how it was a bit complicated to think of someone else other than him calling Vincent that even if that person was MC.

Upon hearing this and realizing that Theo was beginning to get jealous of her as well, MC started laughing out loud shocking both brothers, the younger one asking what’s the matter with her.

Later on, while Theo and MC were about to head out into town to deliver two of Vincent’s paintings, her head was preoccupied with the thought that her wish did come true but it didn’t feel right to peek into Theo’s heart without him knowing.

She started slowing down her pace and distancing herself from him in order not to touch him but MC was worried about what would happen if this would last forever. Suddenly Theo called out to her before he pulled her out of the way of a moving carriage.

Theodorus: What are you doing? Be careful.

MC: I-I’m sorry.

Theodorus: That was dangerous. What if you were injured?

As they were still holding hands, MC could hear how worried Theo is about her since she’s been acting really strange since the day started and although it was nice to know what he really feels, she feels even more conflicted about the situation.

MC thinks about how Theo keeps calling her “hondje” but today he’s acting more like a watchdog himself and imagining that in her mind made her smile a bit which prompted the art dealer to ask what she was grinning about before he pats her head again. While MC was complaining about the gesture messing up her hair, Theo exclaimed that she won’t look different from usual.

Theodorus: She’s finally back to normal.

Once MC heard that from Theo’s heart, she realizes he was messing with her on purpose because he was worried about her unusual behavior and getting a glimpse of his hidden gentle side made her feel touched.

(He might be mean to me sometimes but I know it’s to hide his true feelings.)

Theodorus: MC, a smile suits you but I can’t get enough of your angry face either. It makes me want to force you into submission...

(....I take it back. A Do-S is who he truly is.)

Theodorus: I want to tease you more... I want to kiss you.

MC: Y-you can’t do that on the street!

Theo was surprised by her sudden outburst, exclaiming it was as if she could read his heart and MC got nervous since she didn’t know how to explain to him that she did just what he was accusing her of.

MC hurriedly tried to change the subject by saying they’re getting in the way of other people. Although Theo didn’t look quite convinced, the two then continued on to the first client.

Once they arrived at their destination, the Marquess was pleased with Vincent’s painting and briefly left the couple in the room to grab the other works he has purchased for his art collection because he wanted to show them to Theo.

While the two were alone, MC noticed how Theo seemed uneasy but when she asked him about it, the art dealer simply said it was nothing. before she could say anything further, the Marquess returned to the room.

Inwardly apologizing to Theo, MC gently touched his arm to know what was bothering and apparently, the next appointment was coming up really soon and despite knowing how talkative the Marquess can get, Theo couldn’t bring himself to deny the request.

MC thought that Theo really treated his clients well. He also tends to carry his problems and worries on his own, making her wish Theo relied on her more so she volunteered to go deliver the painting to the next client in his place.

At first, Theo was reluctant to let her go by herself but she assured him that it’ll be fine. However, when MC arrived at the appointment, she found out that the noble didn’t want to buy the painting anymore stating that his mother mentioned that it wasn’t good enough to be displayed at such a high-class residence when it isn’t recognized by the Academy of Arts.

MC is upset since she felt like the brothers were being ridiculed and told the noble that a painting’s worth shouldn’t only be determined by the Academy. Suddenly the man started propositioning her by saying that he’ll buy the painting if MC can help change his mind by joining him in his bed.

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Sweet End:

When our feelings are conveyed, we once again come to know each other a little better....

“...If your heart belongs to me, my heart is yours.”

—

Remembering how Theo wanted to change the art world, MC knew he would stand up to any absurdity and as the man’s hand was about to touch her cheek, MC pushes it away while telling him off saying he doesn’t need to buy the picture if he’s only going to get it with ill intentions. She also pointed out how the painting deserved to be bought by a person that will appreciate it for the beauty and the feeling it depicts.

The noble then calls off the deal and dismissed Vincent’s painting as well as MC but that was when Theo came in, standing in front of MC with a smile on his face while insulting the man saying that his words make him sound inferior. Taken aback, the noble tells Theo how someone of his standing can be considered inferior.

Theodorus: Oh, that’s right. Blinded by power, you look down at painters and their works. You simply either don’t have any taste or can’t appreciate fine art.

Theodorus: I can’t find a painting to sell to a lower rank like you.

The art dealer starts walking around the hall while ignoring the angry noble who was complaining about how a commoner could be so rude to someone like him. However, Theo interrupted him and said 90% of the paintings displayed are counterfeit.

The man stood still in shock and while he was looking all confused by what he learned, the couple then decided it was time to leave the mansion. During their walk back, MC notices how heavy the air seemed like since Theo has been quiet ever since they left.

When they reached an empty alleyway, Theo suddenly hugged MC tightly before apologizing for letting her go alone saying he should’ve been more careful. As they were touching, MC could hear his thoughts and how he was currently thinking about what the noble could’ve done to her if he didn’t arrive in time.

Theodorus: Damn it... I’m a fool for putting my precious woman at risk.

Hearing how worried Theo has been, MC didn’t want him to put the blame on himself and reassured him that it’s touching to see how worried he’s been. Deep inside, MC realizes Theo probably worries about her all the time.

MC: ...I love you, Theo. I love you with all my heart.

Theodorus: With all your heart, hm... does that mean, your heart belongs to me?

MC says it’s embarrassing to repeat again while Theo teases her, telling her to show him her shy face and grabs her by the chin to bring MC’s face closer to his so they can kiss.

Theodorus: ...If your heart belongs to me, my heart is yours, MC.

Theodorus: For a long time, it’s only been yours...—.

At that moment, MC felt how genuine his words were that she couldn’t help but smile. Theo points out how she could be flustered one moment and be happy the next. Not to mention how she’s been reading his heart all day.

When she heard the last part, MC felt her heart leap and wondered if he found out about her power. Until Theo mentioned it was like she was voicing out what was in his own heart when she defended Vincent’s painting to the noble.

MC revealed at that time she was thinking what Theo would’ve done if he were in her place and the words formed naturally. Theo understood MC wanted to preserve the value of the artwork and with a gentle smile on his face, he pats her head once again.

Theodorus: ...Thank you. You’ve become a great art dealer.

MC was happy she was able to help Theo and protect the things that were important to the two of them and without using her power, her heart was able to connect with Theo’s. Suddenly realizing that she doesn’t seem to be able to read his heart anymore despite touching one another, MC concludes that it was probably because they don’t need it anymore now that their hearts are closer together.

Theodorus: Hey, MC. You can’t really read my heart... Right?

MC: Haha, I wonder?

Laughing mischievously, MC simply entwines her fingers with Theo’s.

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Premium End

His truest thoughts, delivered directly from his heart to yours....

“If it means I won’t be able to touch you anymore, then I don’t care if you can read my mind —”

From where your skin overlaps, love continues to endlessly overflow —.

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The man taunted MC and asked her what she’s going to do while his hand reached towards her. At that moment, MC was thinking about what would Theo do when she suddenly felt her body being pulled back.

Theodorus: —Don’t lay a single finger on MC!

MC: ...Theo!

Theodorus: Hey, brat. This painting isn’t here to satisfy your vulgar desires.

Recognizing Theo as the art dealer who was in charge of the solo exhibition, the noble starts going off about how a painting not recognized by the Academy of Art is considered a waste. But Theo stood his ground saying most of the people in charge of the Academy are just taking advantage of their authority and have nothing to do with the artists and the value of their works.

Theodorus: Art should be without prestige, it should be something that everyone can enjoy freely.

MC is reminded once again how amazing Theo is for wanting to change the art world. On the other hand, the art dealer goes on to inspect the paintings decorated around the hall and mocks the noble for displaying counterfeits. Trying to defend himself, the man justified his purchases by saying he paid so much for them but Theo challenges him to ask an expert opinion to appraise it.

The noble fell on his knees, looking defeated when he couldn’t counter what Theo said and once he realized he’s been exploited by scammers who mass-produces works, prompting Theo to speak up about how necessary it was to open the eyes of people with authority.

Theo’s words gave MC an idea and she asked if it was okay to show Vincent’s painting to the noble again. Trusting her actions, Theo gives MC his permission and watches her as she removes the cloth covering the canvas before approaching the man.

MC: What did you think when you first saw this painting at the solo exhibition?

Noble: I don’t know... At that time, it caught my eye and I couldn’t move from my position.

Noble: I just wanted to keep looking.

MC: I think that’s fine.

MC: Don't let power blind you, enjoy the painting based on what you feel.

Going as far as to bowing deeply, the noble asks if he could buy the painting. For a moment, Theo was silent for a while before he told the man to take care of the painting since it’s one of a kind and can’t ever be replaced.

After leaving the mansion, the couple walked hand in hand when MC asked if the noble would be able to enjoy the painting without any reservations now and Theo said it’ll probably be alright.

Theodorus: When his eyes saw Vincent’s painting, it looked like he fell in love.

MC: ...For him, that painter was like his lover.

Theodorus: Yes... By the way

Theodorus: The way you’ve been behaving today, it’s almost like you’re reading my heart...?

At that point, MC couldn’t hide it from Theo anymore and revealed to him that she was able to peek into his heart. Theo immediately asked if she’s been doing it the whole day and MC said it only works when they’re touching but she admitted that she did hear his jealous thoughts.

She confessed that it was wrong to read Theo’s heart without his permission but was glad she was able to know what he was really feeling. MC also said she felt like she could help him more if she knew what was going through Theo’s mind.

Realizing that it seemed like she was making excuses the more she talked, MC promised that she won’t touch him until the strange power wears off. Suddenly, Theo blurts out how he won’t allow it and pulled MC closer to his body despite her struggling to break from his grip.

MC: Theo, when I touch you, I can overhear...

Theodorus: I don’t care.

MC: Aren’t you angry?

Theodorus: Why would I be angry? You were thinking of me. Also…

Theodorus: Today, you changed the heart of the noble. It was you who woke them up.

Theodorus: I would’ve taken the picture home. You did something that I couldn’t have done alone.

Theodorus: Thank you, MC.

MC felt grateful she was able to help him and Theo smiled wryly, now believing that she really can read his heart. He loosed his hold on her and brought their faces closer together that their forehead was touching.

Theodorus: If it means I won’t be able to touch you anymore, then I don’t care if you can read my mind—

Theo kissed her lips before she could utter a word and when they parted for a bit, MC reveals that she also can’t stand not being able to touch him.

MC: I want to touch Theo’s heart more…

Theodorus: Oh, you can do it as much as you want. But…

Theodorus: we can continue the rest in bed.

Note: This is where the paid Epilogue starts.

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Epilogue Preview

Sweet intimacy deepens the love between your overlapping hearts... —

Theodorus: Read my heart, MC. The things I want to do to you... I’ll tell you each and every one of them.

Deliberate fingertips touch my most sensitive place, and when my body jumps at the sensation...

Theodorus: I’ll touch all the nooks and crannies on your body, then I’ll tease them... I want to feel you so damn badly.

Along with the stimulus on my skin, the way Theo views me is directly communicated to my mind.

(I want to tell him as well. How I feel towards Theo... —)

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Event Info Post | Arthur Route | Isaac Route

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #theodorus #ers #dream event pt 1 #expose his heart #jp ikevamp #october 2019

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littlesliceofmarvel · 4 years

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Manipulating a God | chpt. four

Synopsis: Trying to break the information out of Loki during the attack of 2012 wasn’t exactly the easiest task, but it was a challenge you were willing to take head on. So, what happened when a master manipulator tried to get information from the God of Mischief?

Series warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence, blood and gore

Pairings: Stark!Reader x Loki

A/N: sooooo. i am sooooo sorry it has been so long. there have been many personal/school/work issues the past few weeks and i have neglected this. :( But, I am back and very excited to continue. So, i hope you all enjoy and thanks sososo much for you patience i love you all. xoxoxoxoxo

Since agreeing to the case of investigating Loki, the entire team had been throwing tidbits and important information your way any chance they could get. You told them you were listening, jotting down everything in your mental notepad, but honestly, you were more confident about the whole thing than they thought. Thor was the only one who seemed to believe you could handle it yourself. Of course, he didn’t view Loki as a murderer the same way everyone else did, but he was also the one who really knew what Loki was capable of.

Thor told you a lot about Loki’s history and childhood; a frost giant, taken in by Odin, given the impression that he could eventually rule, living in incredible self-doubt, all that jazz. Small, personal things you hadn’t found on Google. You debated questioning him about the whole ‘Loki fucking a giant wolf’ thing but figured that that wasn’t information you needed - nor wanted - to know.

Tony on the other hand wanted to stop you as best as he could. He even tried locking you in your room once or twice (or five times.) Of course, he was fully on board with dragging Loki through verbal (and probably physical) Hell to get information that was desired, but he was worried you would fall victim to his lies and lose your mind, and in his words ‘have a Joker-like descent into madness.’

You couldn’t say you had the same vision, but we all know Tony can be quite the drama queen.

Steve, who you now trusted more than you thought you could, told you he’d be there for you if ever you needed help. Apparently being a part of the second World War could help this situation, so he offered you some strange advice on how to hold your ground. Your favorite, for example, was; “if ever he tells you he’s going to be a wonderful ruler, don’t trust him, Hitler said the same.” Steve had good intentions, sure, but his constant reminiscing made you feel as if you were a child listening to their grandfather speak about how ‘getting to school was so much harder in my day.’

Natasha, who was quite trained in the field of manipulation as well, gave you some tips she learnt in her mysterious past - some of which you already knew. Always form a connection. Listen to them. Don’t put them down if you want them to trust you. Simple things that worked wonders. Things you had used before, mostly on Tony, but they worked either way.

Sure, Loki was of another world, and he was the infamous God of Mischief. So, he had an obvious advantage over you, and you’d admit, a part of you was worried that he wouldn’t fall for you tactics and eventually be the one to drag you down to the deep dark depths. But, you were willing to take this challenge head on and nothing was going to stop you. For now, at least. If ever Loki dug his claws into your lungs to the point where you were gasping for breath and surrender was the only option, you’d opt out. But your goal was to not let it get to that point.

You hadn’t actually gotten the chance to speak one on one with Loki since his capturing, but Fury gave you a rundown of his so-called ‘prison’ chamber to ensure your safety. Which button to press if Loki went ballistic, where the security cameras were hidden out, which button to press to drop the cage - the basics. He also told you there’d always be someone listening in at all times, so if ever there was danger and you somehow didn’t sense it, you wouldn’t be alone.

But finally, today was your first day in getting to start breaking him down, and a part of you was slightly looking forward to it. On the countless times you had used your manipulative tactics to gain information from people in order to save your slightly self-sacrifical brother, none of it felt like it was up to the standard of actually being of worldly, even grave importance. The information you were trying to get from this guy was going to be do-or-die, and the sadistic side of you was slightly exhilarated at the thought.

“Alright, Y/N, are you ready to start? Remember, I’ll be watching everything,” Fury warned as if you were his daughter and about to go hang out with someone of the opposite sex for the first time.

“Yes, dad, I know you’ll be watching,” you reassured him, following him into the room where Loki was being kept, the loud thud of your overly-eager footsteps startling the man at the computer when you entered the room.

The dark, circular room was surrounding by computers, machines, pipes, wires, anything technological that you could think of. The only light source, though, seemed to be coming from the glowing white cage in the center of the room. The overwhelming scent of metal was almost aggressively jabbing at your nostrils, but you weren’t too affected - this is what Tony usually smells like after his Iron Man expeditions. You eventually turned your attention to the man standing in the center of the room.

When your eyes landed on him, you ended up staring more than you wanted. He looked so much worse than the first time you saw him. His pale, white complexion looked almost green, the deep indent of his eyes and cheekbones resembled the deepest craters and the pale blue of his eyes dulled down to a lifeless grey. His hair was messier, the little points at the end no longer bouncy, almost looking discouraged. You know, if it were possible for hair to have that emotion.

Fury had dismissed himself quietly and walked back out the same door, leaving you and Loki glaring at each other. You could tell he was reading you the same way you were him. His long cloak stayed put on his shoulders, but somehow, it looked just as dead as the rest of him.

“So, is this the best Fury has to offer?” His sultry voice spiked your ears, and you almost forgot you were here to actually speak to him, the staring contest feeling like it had lasted eight years.

“If anything, I think I’m the best Fury has. Period.” You shrugged, eyeing the small metal chair placed in front of his cell. You slowly walked over to it, fully aware of the God’s undivided attention following your every move.

He chuckled lowly at your comment as you sat down, “So, to what do I owe this insufferable thrill?”

Insufferable thrill?

“I’d like to think of myself as an angelic pleasure, but whatever suits your fancy,” you replied, crossing your legs and leaning back against the cold metallic chair, brushing past Loki’s insult.

Remember: don’t let him affect you.

“Why are you here?” He quipped, the teasing tone of his voice gone as he sat down in his cell, eyes boring into you as he searched for his answers.

Your mind thought up of something to justify your presence, “Uh - is it true you fucked a giant wolf?”

Smooth. Real smooth.

“Where did you hear this?” He asked, slightly more amused than he had previously been. His lips formed upwards into a subtle smirk, slightly confirming your question which once again, you didn’t really want an answer to.

“Never mind, uh, I actually have something serious I want to ask you,” you brushed past your initial awkward question, trying to set the tone that you were going to ask the questions around here and not the other way around.

He raised his hand as if to say ‘go ahead,’ leading you to proceed with your so-called interrogation.

“What’s the interest in Earth?” You found yourself asking, out of both curiosity and in following with Fury’s plan. Loki leaned back against the glass, crossing his arms as he took in your question.

He seemed to ponder, “Have we not gone over the cockroach metaphor--”

“Yeah, yeah, we have,” you rolled your eyes, “but seriously, out of all the galaxies and planets that have life and resources, what is it with out little home that’s caught your specific attention?”

His face seemed to drop slightly as you said ‘your’ - almost as if referring to the attack as ‘his’ had somehow upset him. He looked down to the ground, uncrossing his arms before making eye contact once more.

“Earth has something - something very valuable, priceless, something we’ve been looking for.”

If you didn’t know better, you’d think his tone was somewhat luring - as if he wanted you to ask for more information, but at the same time, wanted you to stay away from the details. It didn’t really make senseYou scanned him with your eyes once more. His body was slouched, showing vulnerability. If anything, this was way too easy. He had to be playing you somehow.

“What have we got that you want? Obama? Maybe some chicken wings?”

Loki scoffed, “No, you dim-wit. Something much more valuable than some Earthling. Or cheap food. Besides, your puny human brain wouldn’t be able to comprehend the power that I could find here.”

You made a mental note to bring that exact quote up to Fury later - the tone of Loki’s voice led you to believe there was subtext or some sort of hidden meaning that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“And what is this ‘power’ you speak of? Spill the tea, Loki,” you responded, leaning forward in your chair to listen better. Sure, you could hear just fine from the previous position you were in, but your subconscious says otherwise.

“As if I’d tell you,” he rolled his eyes once more, “I know Fury’s sent you here just to get information from me, but it won’t work that easy, I know they’re all listening in.” A smirk made its way onto his lips as he caught onto your act.

You knew Loki would catch on to what you were doing eventually - I mean, you were here to get information, and that was obvious, but a part of you felt as if you had already failed your little quest and it hadn’t even been ten minutes. But honestly, what else was he supposed to think with you coming in here and asking questions? You were here to get information.

Struggling to find your next words, you started laughing. Loki raised an eyebrow in confusion, looking around to check if there was some sort of joke he hadn’t seen.

“Ha, you think that’s why I’m here? To just wait around and work with what you’ve got at your pace?” you toned down the laughter slightly, regaining your breath, “Please, we wouldn’t go through that much trouble, we just want you dead. Or gone. Fury’s already planned the ten thousand ways he could behead you. No, no, we’re not that desperate, nor are you that important. I’m here because once I get framed with murder for ripping you apart, I’ll be able to justify it.”

Loki’s smirk dropped, the amusement disappearing from his eyes, “What did you just say to me?”

Chuckling once more, you raised an eyebrow at him, “What? Don’t like it when someone talks back to you, Mister Hot-Shot?” you leaned back in the chair, “Get used to it.”

Loki let out a sassed-filled sigh, dropping his shoulders as if he had been scolded, and started to mumble what sounded like, “No, it was just unnecessary.”

Now it was your turn to scoff as Loki took offence, looking like a small child who had been denied cookies before dinner. Your amusement spiked at his behaviour, his avoidance of eye contact being the cherry on top.

“You’re such a child,” you remarked, the unmissable pout disappearing from his lips, his eyes snapped back up to you as he stood up to defend himself.

“A child? Please, I’m over a thousand years old, have experienced wars, loss, have wrecked havoc - I have seen things your eyes can’t even begin to comprehend, and I am a God,” he was now right in front of you, of course separated by glass, but intimidating nonetheless, “Do not refer to me as a child--”

“You don’t have to be so touchy,” you smirked, standing up as well, “Sit down.”

Not used to taking commands, Loki blinked multiple times as he registered your words, practically discarding everything he just said about himself. Silently, he sat back down, leaving you to mentally swim around in victory.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen, Loki,” you placed your hands behind your back (you felt like Fury) as you started to walk around the circular cell, Loki’s eyes glued to you, “You are going to tell me what’s going on. I don’t care how much you think your honour and God-liness is going to prevent that - I will eventually get the answers I’m looking for. Now, you can either cooperate and get yourself sent safely back to Asgard - or we can do this the hard way - and believe me, with a team of enhanced superheroes who have a lot of fucking built-up anger and long-lasting unresolved issues, I can’t see that as being fun for you. Unless, of course, you’ve got some sort of dark sadistic torture kink, that is.”

You had made your way around the whole cell by now and were standing by the door, Loki’s eyes still stuck on you like flex tape, his mouth slightly open. To say you were basking like a champion would be an understatement. You felt over the fucking moon right now, having left the God of Mischief speechless on your first day of your mission. His lips formed into a smirk once he caught up to what you had said.

A small smirk formed on your lips too as you turned away, “Anyways, I need to go eat, my stomach’s been gurgling for a while now, so whenever I return, you can feel free to give me what I’m looking for. Have a lovely evening, Loki.”

You swayed in pride as you walked out of the room, Loki not uttering another word as you disappeared from his sight. Part of you felt as if you could have stuck around a little more to apply a bit more pressure, but at the same time, you didn’t want him thinking you were giving him all of your attention. He’d probably love that too much.

Making your way back into the main control room, you noticed Tony, Steve, and Thor huddled around the table, probably having watched your encounter with the dark-haired man. Fury stood not far away, hands clasped behind his back, his eye on you as you entered the room.

“How’d I do on my first day, boss?” You asked, a small smile playing at your lips. Fury sighed, looking over to Tony who had now stood up.

“Well, you were only in there for twenty minutes, so it was short--” Fury began speaking until he was cut off by Tony’s obnoxiously loud voice.

“I didn’t realize how much of a badass you were, lil sis,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leaning in to say the last part to you instead of yelling it to the whole room, “You make me proud.”

You chuckled, leaning in to his touch, “Gee, thanks big brother.”

“As I was saying,” Fury regained your attention, “It was short, but effective. You’ve left him thinking.”

Fury pointed to the screen which displayed the room you were just in. Loki was sitting in the same position, his eyes still glued to the door that you walked out of not five minutes ago, that damed smirk still on his lips.

“What can I say? I have that effect on men,” you smirked, a strange wave of confidence coming over you from who knows where. Fury groaned slightly, ignoring your comment. Tony played the exact same reaction.

“You’ve messed with his mind, that’s a good first step. But, you’re going to have to be more logical than emotional from now on. You got this.”

You grinned, patting Fury on the shoulder as you made your way to the small array of snacks on the table. You couldn’t lie, a part of you was left thinking about Loki too. You didn’t really like it, but at the same time, it helped you process what had just happened. You remembered the mental note you had made to yourself while talking to Loki, but figured you’d bring it up once your stomach got food. Fury’s ears were probably dealing with a lot right now since Maria just dragged him away, blabbing about some computer errors.

Thankfully, someone had brought out some food (finally) and you were grabbing just about everything you could - salad, crackers, cheese, whatever was in front of you. If this was what being aboard the helicarrier brought you, maybe you could live with it.

For now, you continued to think about what you were going to go over with Loki tomorrow, and hoping that things would work out much better now that you stood your ground.

You were proud of yourself too, in all honesty. Loki’s shock to your statement might have just been some sort of game, but at the same time, you had the guts to say it. That’s what mattered, and that’s what was important.

Fury’s words echoed into your head as Tony started a conversation with Thor about how hotdogs weren’t sandwiches.

You got this.

Damn right, you did.

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sirsharp-a · 4 years

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My Conscience is Clean. ❜

Summary: Edgar can be an idiot but God was a bigger one this time around. Warnings: Brief mentions of abuse/sexual assault, though nothing in detail Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 ( here! ) |

His grief was insurmountable.

“I trust you have made your peace with the end,” Raku said as tentatively as he could, small form gradually sinking until he could sit next to Edgar at the edge of No Man’s Bluff. The ground was cold. The moon, round and full, gave off a ghostly glow. Their silhouettes looked borderline comedic beside one another, one tall and distinctive while the other was a short stubby mass.

The lye was silent for a while, black eyes affixed on the abyss in front of him. To him, it was like staring into a mirror. In a voice filled with vitriol: “... rest assured, there will be no peace.”

I will linger in the void as a ghost. My spite will blacken your name, enter your blood as venom.

“Edgar…” The deity sighed, eyes closing tiredly. “This is the best way forward. You know that I do not want to do this.”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he spat. In the moment, his words were more poisonous than he was. “Just get this over with. There is nothing I can do. Screaming and crying about it will only make me look weaker. I am not weak.”

The last thing he wanted to do was sit there and accept it, but he knew deep down that there was truly no way to avoid this outcome. The God had already made up his mind, and he was powerless to stop the chain of events that would ultimately result in his demise. He had spent millennia outfoxing the smartest of people: white collar criminals who had the money to buy their freedom whenever they screwed up; threatening organised gang units who didn’t fear the law; other lyes that were, at least on surface level, ‘more’ than he was. This, though… this was a fight that he could not win. There was no element of chess, no wit to be challenged - there was fate, and there was a cold chasm, and that was that.

Grace…

Every time her name resurfaced in his brain, his heart began to ache all over again. It hadn’t stopped since their last night together, her touch both soothing and scalding as he revelled in its undeniable purity, but thinking of her made it hurt more. Though he tried ever so hard not to, he couldn’t help but yearn for her.

How could I let myself fall in love again? How could I let my feelings be returned? How could I even think about leaving her behind?

There has to be SOMETHING I can do-- -- there’s nothing I can do.

An ear twitched as his maker’s voice drew him back to the present. He found Raku floating in front of him, held aloft by unbridled power, short black legs slightly bent as he relaxed above the open pit as if suspended by string cast down from the Heavens. “... pardon?”

“Kneel,” he repeated, gesturing to the ground with his head.

After a moment of hesitation, Edgar realised that he was on his feet. He didn’t remember getting up, nor did he recall having the strength to do so. This entire thing has taken a toll on me. I’m not weak but I feel it. I feel so wrought with depression and anguish that I don’t want to move. Every time I need to get up, there’s a great ache in my bones that won’t dissipate.

Edgar shook his head. “No.”

He felt it then: a steady pressure making a home on his shoulders. It was light at first, though the longer he remained standing, the more harsh it became. Eventually, he was trembling with the effort it took to remain upright, legs wobbling like jelly before a final barrage of metaphysical energy saw them giving out beneath him, knees hitting the cold rock formation beneath him with a dull thud. A flush of shame coated the back of his neck, teeth bared in a furious snarl as he glared up at the deity.

“I said kneel.”

“Fuck what you said,” Edgar growled, bile transforming into a tiny ball of molten venom. Without thinking, the lye spat it at the saviour, eyes flashing a menacing white as he did. It shot a clean hole through the deity’s robe, material fizzling with raw energy, and the shocked sound that he made sent a bolt of pleasure through Edgar’s core. “I won’t ask for forgiveness, even though my end is nigh. I don’t require it. My conscience is clean.”

I’m not your bitch. I’ll never be your bitch. You may take my life but you will never take my rage.

He zoned out again. Even when the God glowed a bright white light that hurt his eyes, he remained unresponsive, refusing to give him even an ounce more of his acknowledgement. How dare you try to take what you didn’t help me to get? You don’t deserve my tears, or my pleas, or my apologies. I’ll never--

“Stop!”

-- stop, I’ll never stop, I’ll--

… stop?

As Edgar’s head slowly inclined, he realised that Raku was no longer looking at him but off to the side, large blade seemingly crafted out of pure light held stationary above his head. Gradually, Edgar’s line of sight followed suit, landing on none other than Grace. Could you feel my longing? Is that what led you to me?

Simultaneously:

“Who are you?” “Grace…”

When she was close enough to the scene, her form shifted, golden hair and striking blue eyes replacing her animalistic visage as she skidded to a stop beside her lover. Even on his knees, he was more than half of her height.

“What’re you doing?” the Alpha asked through clenched teeth, feeling a searing pain blooming in his chest. Not only was it shameful to be seen in such a defeated position, he couldn’t bear to make her watch him die. You seeing me take my final breath… it will change you.

“I read your stupid letter--” she seethed, looking at him with such scorn that it burned. Though he opened his mouth to speak, she cut him off: “How could you address that to me?! You idiot--”

“Grace--”

“YOU IDIOT--” She had a funny way of making him feel grateful for having his intelligence demeaned, but in this case it only wounded him. It wasn’t even the insult to his pride that stung-- it was the tears welling up in her eyes, the strong woman that he knew crumbling at the seams. He couldn’t enjoy her misery in the same way that he could other peoples’. Grace Adler in tears was a heart-breaking sight to behold, one that chewed at what little was left of his heart. Please stop. Please, please don’t cry.

Grace sank to her knees in front of him, ignoring Raku completely, trembling hands reaching up to cup the sides of Edgar’s face. “You can’t go. You can’t.” She fought against the gentle coil of his fingers around her wrists, refusing to allow him to guide her away from him. “Y-You can’t confess your feelings to me and then just vanish… y-you can’t do that, Eddie… please don’t do that to me…”

“I don’t have a choice--”

“You have a choice!” Beneath it all, she knew that what he was saying was true. She just didn’t want to accept it. He’s wonderful, powerful, smart as can be… but that’s nothing to a God. Bitterly, fingers lightly digging into his skin: “I won’t forgive you if you do this to me. I won’t.”

The change in his face shattered her in two. She witnessed the last little spark of hope in his eyes die, brows arching as he stared at her wordlessly, helplessly. His dim gaze averted sullenly from hers, focused on the dead rock beneath him. In a tight voice: “... I suppose that is what I deserve.”

“Edgar…”

Her ears swivelled the opposite way when she heard shifting behind her.

“Grace…” Despite his self-righteousness, Raku’s voice was soft. “Please step aside. Don’t make this any more difficult than it needs to be.”

“I refuse to leave him alone,” she hissed, glaring daggers at him as soon as she’d turned her head. Though she could feel Edgar’s hand pressing gently against her side, as if urging her away from him, she remained adamantly in place. Teeth were bared in a defensive snarl, venom pooling at the corners of her mouth. “I WON’T let you take him from me!”

That seemed to startle the deity somewhat. Slowly, his weapon was lowered to his side, glowing blade matching the pallid white of his robe. The hole that Edgar had made was now gone, no evidence of his defiance left behind.

“I understand that you’re angry... but you don’t see the big picture, Grace,” Raku began solemnly, stance now more open and patient. “His continued existence is dangerous. He is living on borrowed time. He--”

“I DON’T CARE.” The woman stood up with a stomp of her feet, fiery indignation threatening to burn her alive. Even in her fury, she knew that she was behaving rashly. This was her creator… her maker; the one she would answer to when all was said and done. Nevertheless, her life was as good as over if she lost Edgar now. It had been so long since she had been granted happiness; whether his behaviour was birthed out of lust and a desire to meddle with her feelings or not, it didn’t matter. The end result was something real; something that, now that she’d felt it, she couldn’t live without. “A-All of your excuses… every single one of them, they’re not good enough for me. CHOKE ON THEM!”

As much as she resented it, she could feel herself getting emotional. Her eyes burned; her throat felt tight; her heart ached so fiercely that she felt it would burst. Arms wrapped around herself, squeezing her frame tight as she tried to resist the urge to scream-- to jump off of the edge of the bluff-- to hurl herself at her lord and saviour and send them both spiralling into the dark below.

“It feels like you don’t see the big picture,” she uttered ruefully, voice wobbling, nails digging into her arms as she shook. Though Raku was barely over a foot tall, his effortless hover made her feel small in his wake, like an ant staring up at an incoming boot. “If you did, you’d know that killing Edgar is just as dangerous. It tells me that you don’t UNDERSTAND all that he’s done for so many people! It shows me that you just want somebody to be the villain, and of course it would be a lye.” She wasn’t stupid; she knew that Edgar wasn’t perfect. On the contrary, she knew all too well that he was a sadistic creature that longed only for his own entertainment… but he had always been good to her. To his creed. To his friends. And, as far as she was concerned, they were the ones who mattered. “Business… all the people that needed help and he was there to offer them it--”

“Through abusing his abilities--”

“It doesn’t matter!” Grace exclaimed fiercely, teeth grit tight. “He was there, and he was honest. Those people needed help and he gave them it. He didn’t need to use his powers for that but he did. He helped the weak. The defenceless. Those that were trapped in horrible situations and couldn’t do anything about it themselves. Abuse victims. Homeless people. Young children. Poor people. All people who were suffering the weight of this place. The place that you made.” She didn’t wait to see if Raku had opened his mouth to rebuke her, nor did she look behind her to discern whether Edgar approved of her running her mouth or not. “They’ll all be out a hero. And his creed… they’ll be out a leader. You made lyes, right? You know what happens when they’re gone.”

“...”

“Aléjandro Murphy. He told me all about the time that you revealed yourself to him and a handful of others. He’s a huro you look up to very much because of the family that he belongs to; he’ll be out a dear friend. Deeana Braav, a woman who treated you with extreme kindness while you were busy hiding from war; she will lose the man who killed her abusive ex, the man who freed her. Ivan Mox, the one I call my brother, will lose a steady beacon of support. Huron will be out one of the first inter-species establishments that has existed. And I…” She felt a sob slip past her lips, even in spite of how vehemently she was trying to hold it back. “I’ll lose all that makes me happy. Y-You’re God… you know the life I’ve lived--”

“I don’t know,” Raku interjected.

“Then let me educate you.” I refuse to let you take control of this conversation. When all is said and done, you have the last call anyway. This is the last and only chance, and I intend to take it. “I was taken advantage of. I was beaten and battered by my first Alpha; raped and bred by my second. It’s funny to me that the Alpha you want to kill off is the one that gave me everything. Even when I was rude to him. Even when I bared my teeth and insulted him. Even after I acted like a little brat, because I didn’t know h-how to-- h-how--” She paused to sniffle, furiously wiping at her eyes. Don’t start crying now. Don’t you dare lose it now. “... h-how to deal with my-- deal with all that I’d been forced to live through… a-and endure… and he was STILL THERE.” She’d long since learned that tears burned much like shame did. As they trailed down her cheeks, she found that she could do nothing to stop them. How is this justice? How does killing him resolve anything? It’s your fault he’s even here again in the first place. You unleashed this ‘evil’ yourself. The weight of the situation was steadily crushing her, an uprising surge of panic and grief threatening to submerge her. After snivelling meekly, she doubled down, feet planted firmly on the ground, hands curled into defiant little balls. “I won’t leave him behind. If you want to get to him, you’ll have to go through me. ”

Could you do that, Lord? Could you damn an innocent soul just for acting earnestly?

“Grace…” The God’s blade vanished, the small creature floating closer to her. “You have to understand, this is for the best.”

“For WHO?!” she shrieked. “For YOU, that’s who. Not for me. Not for him. Not for the hundreds of people he’s helped.” Everything hurt. Her chest ached every time she took a breath. Her vision blurred a little more every time she blinked. The tremors wracking her body left her feeling frazzled and exhausted. In a more resigned tone: “If he goes, so do I.”

“Grace…!” She turned back to see Edgar staring at her, wide-eyed and urgent. “Please step back. Don’t say th--”

“I’m tired, Eddie,” the scout interrupted, voice worn and weary as she looked down at him. Her hands reached out, gently touching the sides of his face again. “... I’m so tired of living so precariously. I want to be happy. I want to feel stable. I get those things when I’m with you.” She smiled a weak smile, sinking to her knees before him once more. Though she couldn’t stop crying, she nestled her face into his chest, relishing in the warmth, in the familiar scent. “I always respected you for giving me choices. I’d like to be allowed to make this final one. If Raku takes you away, I’ll be close behind.”

“... how…?”

“We’re on the edge of a cliff, Edgar.”

His arms wound tightly around her then, like an anaconda threatening to squeeze the life out of its prey. She didn’t resist; only nuzzled closer, his warmth soothing the terror inside. You can’t fix me. You never could. But you can make things better.

The God stared wordlessly at the couple, their wholesome embrace sending a chill down the length of his spine. The whole time he’d thought to pursue this line of action, he hadn’t considered the possibility that Edgar was in a genuine, loving relationship. The deity knew very well of Edgar’s sweet nothings; of his momentary fascinations with ‘perfect’ women, only for it to sour when they displeased him in some way. A hopeless romantic-- but a twisted one, too. One obsessed with fairytale-esque connections - and one who grew angry when the picture-perfect moment was soiled. One argument was all it took. One little blunder that most didn’t even consider a mistake… but there was no faking the hurt on his face. The way he clung to her was nothing short of desperate-- as if she was all he had. Perhaps that was true.

Was I… wrong? Did this little crusade of mine go too far? Was there some element of truth to this murderer’s outrage? Was the idea to raise damned souls from the dirt a twisted one after all? Why do I feel like I’m the bad guy...?

It had never failed him before. Edgar was the first and only example of a hybrid lye far out-lasting its given time. But just because his methods had succeeded in the past, itdidn’t mean that they were necessarily ethical. A bad man Edgar Romero had been… but a tortured one too.

Would you have travelled that same path had you not lost everything? Could I have done something?

Briefly, he thought about all the positive things that he had accomplished during his first life. He’d done all he could for his family, bent over backwards to work and provide for them; he’d been a fair, honest businessman who hadn’t resorted to trickery or fraud; he’d incited positive political change, both as a protestor and as a public figure. Saying ‘no’ to those above him when he felt that they were wrong… he’d always done that - even before he’d lost his family.

Are you saying ‘no’ to me in that same fashion too?

“Perhaps…” The God hesitated, before sinking to the ground. Small black feet were soundless as they touched the rock below. I honestly don’t know if I have the bottle for this regardless. Killing somebody willingly... it’s a horrifying concept, even if it’s for the greater good. I was never too good at the ‘punishment’ part, was I, Al? Though neither of the lyes turned or looked up to regard him, both sets of ears had swivelled in his direction. They were listening, even if they were doing so begrudgingly. “... perhaps there is another way.”

#🞮 — i am the lie that you adore. ❜ ( edgar. )#🞮 — you're nothing if you're just another. ❜ ( grace. )#🞮 — i sent you omens and all kinds of signs. ❜ ( raku. )#🞮 — welcome to my world﹐take a look around. ❜ ( main. )#🞮 — ask me to stay﹐i would be charmed to. ❜ ( ic. )#drabble *#/ HOOOOOOOOOOOH MY FUUUUUCK #grace defies god???? that's pretty much the series ;v;

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metasnkpotato · 5 years

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Levi and Mikasa - The same

Hello ! In the (very) long block that follows, I will talk about some things I noticed about the parallel between Levi and Mikasa (and to do, use some elements of comparison between manga and anime, english and japanese version, with the two other protagonists, Eren and Armin, and their third parallel : Annie).

I planned it randomly so it could be pretty messy. If this is the case, sorry in advance. I’m hoping that even so, it will help some that this relationship is interesting, for the understanding of its stakes, or see what we could expect about it in the current arc !

The same since the first time

The erroneous look they have on their parallels is the same as on themselves

Levi breaks the cycle of hate, Mikasa’s opening remains to come

First appearances in SnK are often essentials to understand a character. These concentrate generally, the problematic of the character, his role in the story, the angle from which we'll have to look at it to analyze him and a condensed of everything he will embody.

Recently, I was rereading the meeting scene between Levi and Mikasa in the titan forest, at the time of the Female Titan arc. I had never saw it because I began Snk with the anime, probably like many fans. And something surprised me :

This line of “I’m with you” has been removed in the anime.

It may seem unimportant because it's just Levi's attempt to calm Mikasa and make her understand that even if he’s stopping her at that moment, he has the same intention of going to fight against the Female Titan. EDIT : I’ve been told in comments that it may also imply a way for Levi to tell Mikasa that her attacks will not have much effect in any case, that it is the same and therefore must be withdrawn for the moment.

At the first reading level maybe, but the connotation in it makes this as a kind of hint about the mirror effect that was about to happen between them. And moreover, without this sentence, it makes their relationship more arid than it already is, since it begins with Levi's order as he tries to position himself as his superior / mentor by placing Mikasa underneath.

[Small digression : It is also interesting to note that the similarity between Levi and Mikasa was made even before they actually met, on two occasions : the first when Levi saved the main trio, by Armin confusing him with Mikasa, and the second one there ]

Anyway, “I’m with you” doesn’t sound very Levi’s character likely, it’s too direct, too polite and too explicit. I thought it were perhaps a clumsy translation so I went on the raw to see what it gave.

In fact, the line is “同じだ “, “onaji da” in romaji, which basically means “It’s the same”, implied “we”, so “we’re the same” can be understand as well, or “the same as you”.

It's pretty remarquable to see that it's those words of “the same” that opens up their relationship, because that's the whole point : they're incredibly similar, and yet very far in terms of opened relationship.

The same blood, the same behavior, the same personality on many aspects, but not the same level of mutual acceptance.

We might believe that two characters which are so alike would have a pretty fusional relationship, but in SnK, it’s not how it works. It is perhaps even one of the most important point of the story and all the themes touched in this manga : the difference, for the interaction between people, is essential. After all, it is often the farthest characters in behavior that are closest (Eren - Armin, Historia - Ymir, Uri - Kenny...). And despite the difference between Marleyans and Eldians, some of the most established relationships in the current arc are a mix of both (Sasha - Niccolo, Hanji - Onyankupon etc).

In the relationship Levi - Mikasa, if there is not a medium that comes to help them communicate, it is difficult for them to do so. Ironically, the medium often happens to be someone very different : the first time was Armin in trial, and the second time Hanji in serumbowl, the opposites in terms of personality of Mikasa and Levi.

But with Mikasa it is still more marked : while Eren and Armin both have characters parallels to them (Hanji and Reiner for Eren ; Erwin and Bertholdt for Armin), they accepted them and that made them grow while Mikasa's relations to her parallels are tinged with hatred and rejection.

One of the interesting thing between these three parallels, Annie, Levi and Mikasa, is that they share in common the negative view they have of each other.

Mikasa sees Levi as a man, certainly strong, but abnormally violent, without seeing his kind side.

Levi sees Annie like a pure sadist which acts only because she’s enjoying pain and violence, without consider the necessity that guides her actions.

Annie sees Mikasa like a wild beast, with no emotion and who would act only coldly and impulsively, without her human side so.

The negative view of these three parallels between them reflets the fact that it’s themselves they see in each other. Levi can’t only think of him as a strong person who must, because of this, be necessarily violent ; and that's why he relies heavily on violence to resolve conflict. Mikasa thinks she’s indeed a wild beast who must be guided by her strength and violents instincts in order to protect her beloved ones.

[Small disgression again : It's one of the things that Armin is reproaching her at the beginning of the Uprising Arc “Mikasa, rest yourself, you’re still injured and you’re not a beast” , and it's funny to note that Eren picked it up in his hurtful words in Chapter 112 by designate her as cattle, to kindle his rage.]

And Annie has tried to shut herself up as much as possible of all human emotion to fulfill her task, so much that she persuaded herself that she was enjoying killing people - what her strange smiles in fight let slip - when that's not the case.

But fortunately, Levi’s point of view on Mikasa breaks this cycle of hate. After all, as the parents of Sasha mentioned, it's up to adults to break the cycle of hate so they do not let children lock themselves in. It is too late for them, the adults, but not for the children, who represent the future.

That's why during their first interaction, while Mikasa acts inconsistently, insulting him, blaming him for everything, and ignoring his orders, Levi does not give the change and on the contrary, takes on him, even receiving the hit in her place. Here he was, the adult in charge of the child. While he was still shocked by the loss of his entire squad, ready to give up on Eren in considering the worst possible scenario :

He regains the will to fight when he sees a younger version of his self in Mikasa, decided to not let her go through the same pain as him by the loss of her beloved one.

That’s why Mikasa's arc will probably reach one of its outcome when she will stop impeding the fact that Levi and her can make a further connection by recognizes during the Ackertalk that indeed, she is the same as Levi, in many ways.

And this is not only due to their shared blood but also to their own person, Isayama even stated it in a interview which can be found in Answers Guidebook :

– Regarding Mikasa and Levi’s Ackerman family mystery, we’re also receiving more clarity! Can we say that Mikasa, Levi, Kenny are all part of the same Ackerman bloodline?

Isayama: They are all part of the same Ackerman bloodline. However, their reasons for protecting their respective counterparts don’t have anything to do with the bloodline itself - it’s just their nature (laughs). Within the story, Mikasa and Levi almost have the guardian/knight-like roles, right? That’s because they encountered the existence of a “boss”-like individual, and the desire to work for that person is very in line with their personalities.

As Armin by being invested with the spirit of Erwin symbolically, and the titan of Bertholdt, as Eren by going beyond Hanji on the knowledge and recognizing to be the same as Reiner, Mikasa will be the next to face her parallel, and would have to recognize what binds her to him in order to fulfill herself.

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Oh, let’s go back to the start

WARNING: negative review ahead!

Game of Thrones is over, and it’s never coming back.

I think many viewers all over the world thought that once this day came, they would wish they could do it all over again because boy, what a great journey it was. Or they would be eager to rewatch the whole show and look out for all the little clues they missed and revisit characters and storylines they might not have previously paid attention to.

Instead, most of us are left with a bitter taste in our mouth, and many of us are left wondering why we even bothered investing our time and emotional energy (not to mention money) in the first place. This is because the final season of Game of Thrones did not make fans wish they could go back to the start and do it all again, but, rather, took many of the plots and characters people knew and loved back to their start, at best, if not to an even worse place.

Game of Thrones changed television as we know it, but this has never been a flawless show. Plot holes and questionable adaptations had been criticized for many years. Book readers in particular have been very vocal about the quality (or lack thereof) of the show’s writing. Yet I feel people kept coming back to see how it all would end, because, surely, the endgame would still be worth the investment.

Season 8 then came. Much criticism can be raised to the first half of season 8 for having wrapped up the Night King/fantasy storyline too quickly and with almost nothing in the way of explanation. While I understood and shared some of that grievance, I also thought that it was perhaps not that overwhelmingly disappointing, and that it could make some sense from a narrative and logistic perspective. Little did I know, however, as the credits rolled on the third episode of the season, that that instalment was symptomatic of a much more dangerous problem that was just around the corner, which would butcher most of what people loved about this story that had been built up so slowly across years (i.e. its characters), at lightning speed, in the remaining episodes.

From a character perspective, at least the deaths in the battle of Winterfell were mostly well earned and actually wrapped up their characters’ arcs in a meaningful way. Jorah died protecting his Khaleesi. Theon died protecting the home he helped destroy, fulfilling his redemption. Lyanna died taking down a giant. Melisandre died after having fulfilled her purpose. Edd died to protect one of his best friends. Beric died to protect Arya so she could save humanity. While Jon and Dany were not the saviours of mankind, like everyone expected them to be, they were still instrumental in helping humans to victory; Jon having done all the work to bring together almost the entire continent to fight the threat and Dany providing valuable help with her dragons and armies. Underwhelming, perhaps, but it didn’t damage any character.

I never expected things to go smoothly afterwards. I enjoyed the political tensions between Jon, Dany and Sansa and was looking forward to seeing Dany become greyer as she struggled in a different continent and with competition. I knew Jaime was going to be in King’s Landing again at some point, to wrap up his storyline, and wouldn’t just shack up in bliss with Brienne for the entire rest of the season. I knew beloved characters would probably die (even though I had hopes for several, not just mine). But I did not expect that, from episode 4, the story would begin spiralling into a cruel, sadistic and nihilistic mess that would continue until the very end and spare almost no character that wasn’t named Stark. Nearly all the evolution, all the progress, all the journeys that people kept coming back for, year after year, were invalidated in the span of three episodes, bringing them back to square one, if not worse.

Jon, assassinating his aunt/lover, broken by the fight and taking a black for which we don’t even understand the need for anymore. Dany, her long journey to Westeros ending with being murdered by her nephew/lover for having gone from grey to Mad Queen in the space of two episodes. Jaime, apparently accepting that all these years have only taught him that his true self is a hateful man, obsessed only with his sister to the point of destroying anything that is good, pure and innocent and does not deserve to be caught up in their mess. Brienne, essentially ends up right back where she started, serving in a celibate order after learning that love is not not meant to last for women like her and failing to prevent the death of the man she loved (and having to write her rejection down, to add insult to injury). Cersei, trying to pass off Jaime’s child as someone else’s, her prophecy discarded completely and facing no comeuppance for her actions. Missandei, freed from chains to end up executed in chains. Sandor, dying in the fire that traumatized him his entire life. And even the ones who did not face bitter endings did not move much from where they either started or had been for a long time: Tyrion (who lost much of his charm and intelligence this season just to watch the world burn around him) and Davos ended up in the same sort of advisory position they were in all along.

The ending was advertised as a bittersweet, Lord of the Rings type ending, but there was a lot more bitterness than there was sweetness in this. Especially when it comes to romance. Rarely is life so cruel to couples, and the only sweetness was reserved for Sam and Gilly, who everyone knew had been safe for years and who, let’s face it, never elicited particularly strong emotional investment from anybody to qualify as a payoff.

Sansa came out perhaps the strongest in the end, which is well deserved. But this was not just the Sansa story. There were a dozen other plots and characters people cared about, and they almost all were served a fate that made you feel like there had been no point in their journeys all along. And for a show that wanted to subvert expectations (!!!1!1!), it ended ticking the most predictable boxes in terms of characters fates: all the bad guys are dead (and the one “good guy” that died broke bad in order to justify her assassination), all the redemptive characters are dead too, and only the good guys are left.

So here we are, at the end of the biggest show of all time, with an ending that retroactively ruined most of what made it so big in the first place and left little room for excitement, if any.

The sad thing is that all of this was easily avoidable. When people say that delivering an ending that satisfies everyone is impossible, that is very true, especially for a show with such high expectations. But delivering an ending that disappoints nearly everyone, is actually equally as hard, if not harder, and yet... they managed to achieve it.

Finishing a story is never easy, but I think the important thing to keep in mind is that what makes people stick with a series is the journey they are taken on (especially when they are asked to invest years of their lives into a story). If the journey starts to suck, that’s when you lose numbers. So if you have a good enough journey, with all the ups and downs and angst and drama you like, which makes people stick with it for years, you’ve accomplished 90% of the task. The ending is just the icing on the cake and it needs to provide a payoff that is consistent with that journey and does not make the audience feel like they never want to eat what’s underneath that icing ever again.

This does not mean handing out fanservice left and right. But there’s a difference between succumbing to fanservice and destroying literally everything that made people come back for more and that the story had been building up towards. There’s a difference between fanservice and delivering an ending that is unpredictable not because it emerged from a subtle thread woven within the story that was always present if only people paid attention, but because it came out of nowhere and/or had little to no buildup within the story, and/or went in the completely opposite direction to where the buildup was pointing towards.

I see some complaints about the criticism this season is receiving saying people are too emotional about it and therefore not being objective. And yes! Of course people get emotional about stories! What kind of writer doesn’t want people to become emotionally invested in their story, and just see it as a giant, sterile, plot-driven spectacle? This is why humans are attracted to stories in the first place! And this is particularly true of a story like ASOIAF which is entirely built upon the concept of character perspective. This is why, while slow, the first two episodes were still highly rated: they were character-driven. This is why, despite The Long Night being criticized for an underwhelming conclusion to the WWs storyline, it was not even remotely near the huge dealbreaker the last three episodes were for the audience. That is because The Long Night disappointed in wrapping up the plot, while the rest of the season crashed the characters. I feel like D&D’s never really understood how crucial character-driven perspective was (they didn’t even remember Sam was a major POV character!) and so wrote the show as a sterile, shocking, plot-driven spectacle that eventually made people sick due to the total lack of care with which the characters they know and love were handled.

And let’s stop pretend that misery and nihilism at all costs is “adult storytelling” while hope and a sense of fulfilment is for children. Adults need hope too, perhaps more than children, because we know just how tough life can be, whereas children often don’t. Dramas can be great tools to show how people face and overcome tragedies and conflict, find the silver linings and some comfort in the chaos, even if things ultimately don’t end the way they expected they would at the start. All Game of Thrones has shown us, in the end, is how people fail and how little changes. No matter how hard the journey, no matter the effort, no matter the loss, most of these beloved characters might as well never have set off on their journeys at all, given the results.

While this kind of storytelling can work and be compelling for a single season, or a single book, or a single movie, once you ask people to invest years of their lives, you will never land the ending with this last minute, bait-and-switch approach.

So who wants go back to the start, now, and rewatch the story of these characters once again, knowing most of them end back to square one? Who thinks that it was worth the journey, if we end up exactly where we started? I certainly don’t.

#game of thrones #game of thrones meta #review #this is the end

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avenger-hawk · 5 years

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Hello, it's me again. Thank you for answering my last question, I really apprecite how you give an elaborated answer, thoroughly explaining your point of view. My next question for you: is there any other character (or characters) that you would have like to see Sasuke interacting with, but in cannon he had very little contact or no contact at all? Why?

Hello again, and thanks for coming by~

This is a cool question, there isn’t just one character I’d have liked to see Sasuke interacting with more, mostly because I really love Sasuke’s interactions with almost anyone, some superficial fans see him as smug and arrogant or always brooding and ‘emo’ but to me he’s neither. He’s just aloof and usually lost in his own thoughts, and uninterested to most things with no problem in saying it, but when he is interested in something or someone he has his own cute way of showing it. But let me start with the list of characters.

Shikamaru

Both are very smart but in different ways. Both are observant and strategic. Both are usually lost in their own thoughts, one in contemplation of clouds and stuff, the other lost in memories and plans and considerations. Both are familiar with revenge, although one has been condemned and the other not at all. At his best Shikamaru is open-minded, as shown in the way he never had prejudices against N*ruto as a kid. I think in a post-ending setting he might be one of the first to actually talk to him because he knows how it feels to want revenge above everything, among all things, so he shouldn’t be one of those who judge him. At his worst, Shikamaru’s individuality has been brainwashed by Konoha like everyone else, so he might keep an eye on him cause he doesn’t trust him. Which means darker interactions and possibilities. Also his shadow jutsu is an interesting one in this setting.

Kiba

Sasuke loves animals. Kiba has a dog, actually Kiba is a sort of dog as well lol. He’s similar to N*ruto because of his assertive, loud, enthusiastic attitude but he’s less flashed out ofc, and he lacks N*ruto’s possessive, imposing and generally negative traits. Like I said here Akamaru would sense Sasuke’s kind soul and Kiba would follow his best friend’s ‘advice’. Sasuke would get along with Akamaru and Kiba would talk to him, Sasuke would not be talkative at all but he’d pet Akamaru a lot. Their interactions would be kinda like NS but healthier? But lol the word itself sounds so boring. Cuter sounds better. Also, Kiba being ‘beastlike’ in certain ways, and Sasuke being passive means possibility for dark imagery.

Sai

I’m really disappointed that except for fighting in the beginning they didn’t really interact in canon because Sai is his replacement…and tbh Team Yamato was much better, as a team, than Team7. Anyway. Sai and Sasuke have something in common: they both were loved and protected by their big brothers, who died, sacrificing themselves for them, in a way or another. It’s a lot in common, actually. I wrote a scene about this in my fic In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated. Both are blunt, but in a different way. Sasuke knows what he’s saying and why, if he steps over social norms it’s because he doesn’t care. Sai ignores social norms, he’s without filter and awkward, and he tries to learn with sometimes terrible results. Their interactions would be awkward and weird at first. Sai was Danzo’s subordinate, this would make Sasuke wary of him; but also, Sai was Danzo’s slave, he had no choice in this. Almost like Itachi. Sasuke would understand this very well. Also, my personal headcanon is that since Danzo formed Root after the massacre, he told Itachi’s story to those shinobi, both to teach them that shinobi must carry on every mission assigned no matter what, and to teach them that emotions are a bad thing. Sai would more or less know about Itachi and he would tell Sasuke, in a way that didn’t judge, but that instead admired him. And Sasuke would appreciate. Their interactions would be more relaxed then, but still there would be weird comments on Sai’s side.

Ino

I don’t ship them and I don’t care much about her but her desperate cry when he was sentenced to death impressed me very much. It doesn’t just show a girl’s crush, it shows real empathy and compassion for the destiny of a person she once had a crush on. Cause she did move on when she first got interested in Sai imo, like normal people do btw. So it would be cute to see a girl interact with him for real, with no secret agenda or smth.

Gaara

What a wasted potential their relationship was…in pt1 creepy monster Gaara was interested in him, before N*ruto took over. In pt2 Gaara acts like the Kazekage with a desperate broken Sasuke attacking their meeting, but he also sheds a tear for him. Gaara was really saved cause he was a monster. Sasuke isn’t and was never one, and he didn’t need to be saved but the narration pushes that direction. Gaara was interested in Sasuke’s fate in ep479, I think he would not judge him (his official Kazekage position aside) and he would like to bond with him somehow. Sasuke admires strength and Gaara is very strong, so he would not ignore him. And Sasuke talks about politics as well. Gaara would listen and talk as well. And he would stare at him a lot. But I wrote about this already. Besides there’s a lot of dark potential as well. Because imo it’s interesting to think that there’s still some darkness in his heart and somehow he’d let it out with a passive masochistic Sasuke who feels like he needs to atone for his sins.

Kisame

He was Itachi’s partner, he knows a lot about Itachi because he’s observant, and Sasuke is the one who killed his partner. He was snarky about it with Obito and Sasuke himself but I (like to) think that he was feeling something, like resentment, towards Sasuke for killing Itachi. After all, no matter his reasons, he sure preferred Itachi. I also like to think that during the time Sasuke and Team Taka stayed in Obito’s hideout as Akatsuki members, he made no mystery of the truth about Itachi, and I like to think that he asked Kisame about his brother. (which kinda opens to the dark stuff cause Kisame being angry at him because he killed Itachi…you got it)

Tobirama

I find him very interesting despite disagreeing with his politics, and I really liked his interactions with Sasuke, especially the way he first insulted his clan and rudely talked to him, but then he tried to protect him against Madara. And I liked how Sasuke humbly, pragmatically and with an open mind he listened to him without letting his feelings get in the way, without getting offended. I would have liked to fight together more, and to see him protecting him more actively, not being blocked by those black sticks. And I would have liked him to openly praise Sasuke and his abilities like he did in his mind.

Madara

I’ll forever be salty at how their interactions were little and not emotionally charged at all. I mean Sasuke is the last Uchiha alive and Madara was another founder, the former head of the clan…I get that he was fighting a war and I know he did show interest in Sasuke’s eyes (and he acknowledged the pain he felt to obtain them) and he did try to get him on his side, and I get that Sasuke was all hyped up to protect the village because Itachi, but still. Like, Madara’s plan was to create a new world, he could have told Sasuke, he could have told him that Itachi would have been there, since his allies Obito and Kabuto were defeated or being defeated. Ugh.

my madasasu tag. my madasasu edits and meta.

Orochimaru (&Kabuto)

I like all part2 interactions between them, and I really like the way they became after Orochimaru was brought back, but I’m also interested in their interactions in Otogakure, the way he trained Sasuke, the forbidden substances he got him to take, the forbidden jutsu he taught him and the forbidden things they required to be done (think whatever here lol). The way he trained Sasuke to take poisons and not be affected, I’m sure they were all painful and hard things to bear, and I’m sure than in part of them he was strapped to a table, and others he was really really exhausted and badly injured, after. Not to mention the way Orochimaru talked to him, how he manipulated him using Itachi and his weakness compared to him, how he was ‘kind’ to him in his creepy way. All the things Sasuke had to witness beside him and how he decided to free the prisoners, and Team Taka ofc. Speaking of which.

Team Taka

They did have a lot of interactions but I wanted more both pre ending and post ending. How Sasuke first met them, how he decided they were the ones he needed. Their travels, their conversations, their nightmares, their bonding moments.

Sasuke and Karin’s conversations. Both suffered great trauma, both lost their families.

Juugo being protective and loyal over Sasuke but also! his dark side coming out against him and Sasuke welcoming it and becoming his cage, but kinda getting hurt in the process.

Suigetsu admiring Sasuke and wanting to be noticed by him but being obnoxious and mischievous. And kinda sadistic. And Sasuke being ok with it cause he’s passive.

Special mentions, in and out of canon:

Deidara

I really loved their fight, the strategy, the contrast between their personalities. I like that both have an inferiority complex, especially towards Itachi, and they both worked hard to get stronger, but they act differently. Deidara is loud and apparently messy and he loudly brags his art and abilities, Sasuke is silent and calm and uninterested but he is proud of his achievements, as shown when he explains Deidara what he did and he points out that it’s chidori, not raikiri. His version of the jutsu. Other things in common? They’re both reckless with their bodies when it comes to achieve their goal. I’d love an AU where they interact, like my Akatsuki AU. It’s kinda like NS in a way. also.

Obito

They spent a lot of time together in canon but it’s not shown. It’s some of my canon behind the screen thingies, and I’d love to see any interactions between them. Obito knows the truth about Itachi, he knows Itachi while Sasuke doesn’t. He wants to know anything about his brother and I’m sure he asked him a lot. Obito told him stuff also because he needed to manipulate Sasuke against the village, but also because he feels some little attachment between the other Uchiha, just like he felt some for Itachi. There’s a scene that is always overlooked and that I liked a lot, in ep375 when Obito is about to be ‘killed’ by Kakashi and before he’s taken over by Madara, Sasuke is there and Obito refers to him as ‘fellow traitor’. I like that he kinda aknowledged Sasuke’s presence in that moment ok. To do such thing while Kakashi and Madara are clearly the strongest presences for him, I like to think that Sasuke left an impression on him.

(my obisasu tag and meta)

Shisui

I mean, in the filler non massacre arc. He did train Sasuke after all. I’d have liked to see more. But it’s no mystery, that arc inspired me greatly and if now I ship Shisasu even in other contexts it’s because of it.

my shisasu tag. my shisasu edits and meta.

Hiruzen

Only because I’d like Sasuke to tell him that he’s just as guilty as his buddy Danzo. That old a**hole.

#sasuke #shikasasu #kibasasu #deisasu #obisasu #madasasu #tobisasu #team taka #too many #vivalarevolution #vivalarevolution: bonds #vivalarevolution: visions #hostilecherry #long post

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