#Was it too much? His life IS a tradegy

[ponderingmoonlight]

Chapter 1: From Tradegy to Fantasy - Awakening in Another World

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: reader's death, language

Genre: Isekai, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?

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„Are you reading those strange stuff again…What was it called? Manga?”

“I’m only watching the anime because of that hot blindfolded guy.”

You don’t even try to look up from your phone, currently reading the newest publication of the Jujutsu Kaisen manga over some sketchy site online. That hot blindfolded guy…You’ll never understand why some girls are only watching Jujutsu Kaisen because of him, Gojo Satoru. This world has so much more to offer, so much more than this overpowered character not even Gege himself likes.

“It’s not exactly reading”, you mutter, so sunken into the drawn fight in front of your eyes that you simply can’t look away.

“(y/n), come back to reality. We have some classes to attend.”

Out of instinct, you roll your eyes. You’ll probably have to listen to that one professor who always talks about himself and simply reads through his presentation for three hours straight, not even allowed to look at your phone and do something useful instead. Urgh, being an uni student sucks.

“Give me a minute, I’m just finishing this chapter.”

When your friends start walking, you follow them without paying attention. This is it, the fight you’ve been waiting for. Maybe this time someone is able to defeat Sukuna, maybe this will be the day you’ve been waiting for. Fuck plot armour, fuck all the horrible things that happened last, all the beloved characters that had to die. Damn, you still miss Geto to this day. If they would have noticed sooner, he might be still alive-

“(Y/N), WATCH OUT!”

You always wondered about how death must feel like. Getting consumed by darkness, getting dragged into sheer empty space. Does it hurt? Will you die right on the spot and feel absolutely nothing? What about that myth about reminiscing your own life shortly before your death?

The second you looked into those blinding car lights, you knew exactly that you are next, that there is no way you’ll survive the hit that will sweep you off your feet, that throws your body into the air like a plastic bag.

How pathetic to die like this. Getting hit by a car while being glued to the sketches of fictional characters on your phone. What will your parents say, your family, your friends? You don’t want to die like this, but still…

You allow your eyes to rest against your harsh light, your phone dropping to the phone. You can’t escape the hit. Maybe, just maybe, you will wake up in a better world.

If stuff like that even exists.

When you open your eyes again, you brace yourself for an immense wave of pain hunting down your body, for getting greeted by those way too harsh hospital lights. But instead, your eyes open with ease. Instead, you get greeted by the dim light of a golden chandelier in and a well-painted ceiling in all different shades of purple.

“Where on earth…Am I?”, you mutter to yourself.

The second you look down on you, your heart drops to the floor. You aren’t wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized tee like you always do. No, you are covered in the softest white fabric you ever felt from head to toe, an elegant lavendel ribbon tied around your waist. And that delicate jewellery...

Immediately, you yank out of bed and almost trip over the hem of the white dress, coming to a stand in front of a mirror.

This isn’t possible. No, this has to be a feverish dream. Maybe they put you into coma after…

You swallow hard, reality hitting you with full force. You died. As soon as the car hit you, you were dead right on the spot and you knew it instantly. But why does everything feel so damn real? Frantically, your hands wander around the sweaty face that looks back at you in sheer horror through the mirror, stare at the lavendel eyes that don’t look like yours at all. But those facial features, the way your hair falls.

Is it…you?

A violent scream escapes your lips before you’re able to stop it, guts turning so uncomfortably that you feel like puking every minute. This can’t be true. This can’t be your reality now…Just before your feet give in, you grab the cool golden frame of the mirror, allow your spinning head to rest for a second.

“Lady Zenin, are you alright!?”

That distant voice, who is it talking to? Lady Zenin…Like Toji, Mai and Maki Zenin? Maybe you didn’t die but got kidnapped into a pervert cosplay party. Slowly, you turn around, face sticky in cold sweat.

But the man standing in front of you doesn’t look like a creep at all. No, he’s a truly elegant man. Maybe in his 50s, but it is clear that he’s taking care of himself. His eyes look at you worried, his gloved hands stretched out in order to help if you fall.

“Where…Where am I?”, you press out.

This isn’t your hometown. Fuck, this isn’t even your home country, not even your timeline. The stuff in this room looks so old and somehow magical, let alone that dress you’re wearing.

“I don’t understand, Lady Zenin. You are in your room”, the man replies visibly worried.

“What country?”, you probe.

“My lady, we are still in Avaloria…Are you feeling unwell? Shall I call the doctor-“

“In Avaloria. And I’m Lady Zenin…”, you mumble to yourself.

This doesn’t make any sense. You didn’t pay that much attention to geography, but you know for a fact that Avaloria isn’t a real country and that your last name definitely isn’t Zenin. But oh that last name is definitely familiar to you, so familiar that it’s frightening. Suddenly a shiver runs down your spine, dark foreshadowing letting your fingertips shake.

“What is my father’s name?”

You don’t want this answer. No, all you want to do is waking up from this dream, from this nightmare. You aren’t a lady, you aren’t a Zenin. You are nothing but plain (y/n) who adores anime and manga a little too much and still goes to university. You are nothing but a normal young woman.

“Your lordship…Your lordship is called Naobito Zenin, my Lady”, he stutters.

“And my brother’s name is Naoya, huh?”, you huff out.

This has to be a bad joke, right? What is this man, a stand-up comedian, maybe? You cross your arms in front of your chest, force your body to stop shaking. You need to put this madness to an end right now.

“Yes, exactly my Lady!”, the man in front of you literally cries out in relief while the ground is pulled underneath your feet.

No, nothing about this is right. These men, their names…They are nothing but an invention by Gege Akutami, nothing but drawn figures in a book adapted into an anime. They are nothing but fantasy, nothing but fiction.

“B-But…”

Your voice fails as your mind can’t process anymore. Is it really possible that…You were reincarnated into a world like this?

“Are you causing a scene again, sister?”

You don’t recognize the voice speaking behind you, but something inside you tells you that if you turn around, you will be greeted by…

Cold, sharp brown eyes.

Your very own orbs widen in sheer horror. Those dark green roots, the annoyed look on his face, his tall muscular frame. He looks exactly like the manga made him appear. But instead of wearing a kimono, he is dressed in a black uniform with golden and purple details.

“You’re looking like a fucking prince…”, you breathe out.

“Are you trying to upset me, (y/n)?”

“Master Naoya, the lady doesn’t appear like herself today. Shall I call the doctor?”, the older man speaks with low voice.

“Did you have a bad dream?”

He grabs your chin before you’re able to stop him, his cold glare hitting you with full force.

Naoya just touched you. Fucking Naoya Zenin is standing in front of your very own self, his fingers wrapped around your chin, staring at you so intensely that you feel like fainting any given minute.

“Don’t you dare to mess today’s meeting up because of your weird acting. It took father and I months to arrange a meeting with that lousy prince. Let’s hope that he finds liking in you or else I’ll marry you below your status”, he hisses into your face.

“You can’t just arrange my wedding. Who the hell do you think you are?”, you spit into his face out of instinct.

“All the attention must have gone to your head, (y/n). Who do I think I am? I am your big brother, father’s right hand. And you are nothing but a woman. Your only worth is to marry into a wealthy and influential family. I will never understand why the prince of our country found a liking in you. Apart from a pretty face, you have nothing to offer.”

He yanks your chin away roughly, forces you to take a few steps back and almost sends you onto the floor with the sheer force of his fingertips. Your body quivers in anger, hands balled into fists so tight that your knuckles stand out white.

“I don’t need a prince, I know my own worth you fool!”, you demand.

“Who taught you to talk like this? You are a lady, (y/n). Finally start to act like one or I will tell father about your behaviour. Maybe a venesection will cause your mouth to finally shut, what do you think?”

“A vene-what?”

“Urgh, just be quiet and get yourself ready. You will meet the prince as soon as you are presentable. And don’t you dare to disappoint us”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

And then he’s gone in the wind while you stand in the middle of the room, still unable to catch your shaky breath. Who the hell does this guy think he his? Where exactly are you, what world is this? Your head begins to spin so violently that you fear to lose your balance, your whole life crashing down on you like a house of cards.

This isn’t 2024 on mother earth anymore. This…this is something completely different. And that man who introduced himself as your brother made it all too clear that there’s no way you’ll survive here if you don’t play along. Maybe it’s like in that anime you just watched, the one with the girl names Raeliana. If that’s the case…

“Please call in my maids. I wish to be dressed”, you speak out monotone.

“Of course, Lady (y/n).”

You will play along. But there is no way in hell you’ll let him force you into a marriage with some strange prince you don’t even know. Your eyes are fixated on themselves, the new lavender color gleaming back at you being so unknown as well as all those women who scurry around you.

Who is this prince, anyway? If you’re really in some strange jujutsu kaisen verse, it must be another character. Maybe Geto…Oh, that would be nice. But what if it’s Sukuna? You shake your head, haunt away your stinging imagination. No, you won’t marry the king of curses. Actually, there aren’t many men you’d like as your husband.

How is this supposed to turn out good?

-at the salon-

You feel like fainting any given minute, heart pounding so roughly against your well-dressed ribcage that every beat sends a shiver down your spine. If the man standing in front of you isn’t called Geto or Nanami, you don’t want him. And apart from that…Aren’t you too young to marry anyway? Why does your family want to get rid of you so badly?

“It is so nice to finally meet you in person, Lady (y/n).”

Your heart drops to the floor.

That voice.

Fuck. It’s no doubt that it’s him.

“Let me introduce myself properly: I’m Prince Satoru, the future king of Avaloria.”

The second your brother steps aside, you get greeted by bright blue eyes and a cheeky grin.

This is Gojo Satoru, that “hot guy with the blindfold”, one of the last men you’d like to marry even if he’s dressed in a fine suit with red and blue details. Out of instinct, you cross your arms in front of your chest, narrow eyes staring him into the ground. You will never understand the hype behind his smile and eyes when it’s all too clear that he’s a player, a womanizer. A man like Gojo Satoru isn’t the husband you were imagining, not the man you were looking for since you were a child.

“I’m not marrying that man”, you announce into the silence of the room.

Soo, this was the very first chapter of my new series and it makes me beyond excited! So please, if you enjoyed it, it would make me beyond happy if you like/comment/reblog that work of mine and let me know what you think. Thank you guys so much for your constant support, it means the world 🤍

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[bau-drabbles]

goodnight n go

a/n: drunk reader and oblivious/love struck aaron, enjoy :)) a little nsfw at the end but nothing too explicit 🤍 ooc and v rushed but i kinda like it 😮‍💨🫶

everyone was in their pj's, sat around the roaring fire in rossi's home. they all had a drink in their hand, amicably chatting away with each other. catching on gossip, talking about their days. but there was a certain set of eyes on you, sipping his whiskey ever so slowly as he observed your every move.

hotchner wanted to take you straight to bed, but not to romance. though that thought seemed to occupy his head more often than not.

no, he wanted to take you to your room so he could finally tell you what he'd been trying to say for the last couple days. that he was completely, irrevocably, wholeheartedly in love with you

you both had a thing going on, a private relationship if you will. it had been months but hotchner refused to say anything about it and you grew impatient, just wanting to know whether he was embarrassed of you which is why he decided to keep you private. why couldn't the accept his feelings?? in some way you had understood due to the losses and tradegies of his life but it was so hard to constantly keep up with his mood swings. whether or not that day he chose to be extra affectionate or shut you out like a total stranger

so tonight you drank your sorrows away, not wanting to even look at him. and rossi's sleep over provided the perfect front for it.

which.... is what led to your predicament currently

normally you were able to take your alcohol well but tonight mixed with sadness and yearning, you were a mess. a cute mess, though. aaron couldn't help but smile inwardly at your drunken state, so full of passion and love and light. you practically sparkled around everyone.

you and morgan sat on the chairs, you telling jokes and him laughing his ass off. jj and emily sat on the other side of you, giggling as you spoke more and more of your life story. nothing too personal but just enough that would bring you some teases the next day. but the more you tried to stop, the more words would spill from your lips.

your secret lover watched you, every part of him wanting to take you away from his team and keep you to himself. he was selfish for even thinking this, that voice in his head criticised him over and over.

"i think i like.... love him" you sighed, an arm around morgan's shoulders. aaron froze, dread pouring in every crevice of his body. his heartbeat was erratic as he stared at you, hoping it wasn't true.

you had found another man already?

hotch tried but failed to stop the rising jealousy in his body. he had no right, there wasn't a claim over you. he had time to tell you how he truly felt and yet he didn't make a move. you were beautiful, you could have any young man you desired. why would you have him?

his heart had felt like it slipped through his body, on the floor for everyone to walk upon. why did he feel so saddened at that fact that you weren't his anymore? why did it feel like you were the air he breathed, his soul, his happiness, his love, his life? everything he needed was everything you were.

and now that crashing down because you weren't his to have.

"aw c'mon pretty, he must love you too" morgan nudged you softly but you shook your head glaring at the fire. he chuckled as he tried to steady you, much to hotch's displeasure. he hated how derek's hands were on your hips, even though he had pure intentions. it should have been aaron there by your side.

"actually he's a bastard. he doesn't care about anyone but him" with your inhibitions lowered, all the built up anger began pouring out of your lips. and it didn't help that derek, emily and penelope were egging you on to find out more about the mystery man

"i-i don't know. i mean, personally, i don't think i'm that bad to be kept a secret you know...." you chuckled softly but the hurt was clearly evident in your voice. it tugged on aaron's heart strings, he wanted nothing more than to reach to you. oh god, of course you weren't

you were his biggest strength and his greatest love. he would always be counting down the seconds until you'd be in his embrace again, until he could touch you again.

after haley's death, this time he wanted to take things slow. he wanted you to know that his life was rocky, nothing happened as it was planned. with him came emotional baggage, he wasn't perfect. but did you want to handle that?

but now, sitting here he berated himself over and over. he was a silly fool for ever letting you doubt yourself in his presence. god, he wanted to envelope you in a big hug and just hold you tight. this secret man of yours was doing the same thing he did and he wanted nothing more than the ground to swallow him whole, he deserved punishment truly.

morgan shook his head firmly, holding you against his well-built arms. he looked into yourself eyes and they shone under the fire so beautifully, like diamonds in glittering in a river.

"never, kid. you are worth finding. worth knowing. worth loving. always. and if he can't see that, then that's a problem with him. not you, never you" morgan spoke sincerely, not a trace of amusement in his eyes and you heard agreement from the others.

"aww derek, ya big softie...." you giggle, leaning your head against his temple. he makes a joke and you nudge him away, the smile on your face growing by the second.

"you tell us who this man is and we'll set him straight, buttercup" garcia promised and you laughed, reaching over to give her a hug to which she happily reciprocated.

"okay okay his name is aar-"

"okay guys, rooms are made up. but four of you are going to have to bunk together. the space is limited" rossi yawns, gently rubbing his aching back from doing the absolute most for his guest. he eyes aaron and gives a smirk, as if this team could ever successfully hide anything from him. always a great host, an even better spy.

"whaddya say chocolate thunder? it'll be like old times" garcia winked, poking morgan's head.

"you got it baby girl" morgan teased and in the commotion of finding rooms, you hear someone else come up from behind you.

"i'll take you to your room, y/n" suddenly you feel a pair of warm strong hands pulling you up and away from morgan's arms. you glare at the intrusion but soon melt when you realise who it is. you breathed in his scent, he smelled like leather, sea salt and that comforting cologne which smelt heavenly.

the rest of the team don't even realise that you both made your escape but even if they did, you don't care.

hotch holds you steady as you walk to your room in darkness and it takes every ounce in you not to tackle him into a hug here and now. but he doesn't like you, he made that obvious already

hotch pulls the covers, making sure you were okay before he tucked you in. sort of how he was with jack and if you weren't so angry, you'd be a little tease.

"you okay?" he asks and you nod, turning away from him. hotch gently sighs, standing up. he deserves that, he knows

"just so you know, any man would be lucky to have you. you deserve so much more than your.... boyfriend" god, saying that word pained him more than he cared to admit but you were right. he was selfish and now that you had a proper chance at happiness, he wasn't going to stand in the way of it. even if that meant wishing and hoping he could do all those things with you, he would keep them locked in his mind. you deserved so much more than he could ever give you.

he turns to go out but you scoff, beginning to sober up a little. perhaps it was your rage or your desperation but your mind was a little less cloudy as you glared at him.

"are you serious right now?" you sat up, looking at him through the darkness. his eyebrow raised, turning around to meet your face. he truly didn't know, did he? if you weren't so frustrated, you would've laughed at his innocence.

"it was you who i was talking about. i'm just tired of being in the dark aaron. if you don't like me, just tell me-" getting cut off by another pair of lips on you was a shock but one you welcomed entirely as you submit yourself to him. he didn't know what overcame him either, relief? or a chance that he could be yours? whatever it was, he found himself before you kissing you as though his life had depended upon it. his hands come up to cradle your face in-between his warm palms, you hold him tight in fear you fall. he didn't anticipate for the kiss to be this intense but there's so many built up emotions between the both of you poured out.

"i-i'm sorry i-" he pulls away but you grab his collar and resume kissing him. you had waited so long for a crumb of affection, you were going to cherish every little second. he chuckles as he holds you closer again, deepening the kiss. his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, asking for permission to which you gives eagerly. your tongues are caught in a slow erotic dance, depraved and desperate to feel more of each other.

you feel the familiar ache ebb deep within your body and you need more, grabbing his shirt and beginning to unbutton the first half. hotch groans, not wanting the stop but he had to. he couldn't make love like this.

"n-not yet y/n.... not here, sweetheart..." he breaks apart when every part of him wants to keep going. he rests his forehead against your own. his arms circle your waist, bringing you in and for a few moments it feels so perfect

"what, why?" you whine, clutching his shirt with your hands. he chuckles and kisses them, holding them in his own.

"believe me i want to. but... not here. not like this, i want you to remember it. i want you to know how sorry i am, i want you to know how much you mean to me..." he looks at you, he can see the exhaustion on your face and it makes him chuckle fondly. he places you back again in your sheets, cradling your face so softly.

"besides... you, my beautiful little firecracker, are beyond the pale of sobriety. it's time for bed" the nickname makes you swoon as you rest your head against his chest, both of you tucked together in your blanket. your eyes close, his big hands gently stroking your back before you hear something.

"i love you, y/n. i'm so sorry i couldn't say it before" he whispers, kissing your forehead and you snuggle in closer. he never expected to ever say that out loud but it felt so right, like a burden had been relieved from his shoulders. finally being able to breathe properly for the first time in a long time.

"s'ok... i love you too" your little yawn makes hotch laugh gently, wrapping you tight inbetween the blanket and his body. when you properly sobered up, you were in for a bit of a shock but right here and right now, there wasn't a place you'd rather be.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotchner x reader smut #aaron hotchner x reader fluff

[thecocacolacorporation]

Okay so here is my kind of DEFINITIVE GOOD! UTHER DOUL THEORY (NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH DEFINIVITVE BAD! UTHER DOUL READING WHICH IS PROBABLY COMING) post which 1. I'd love ideas/comments on and 2. Hopefully focus my mind on what I'd like to write about him

Uther Doul is a very, very sad man. Bellis is right when she thinks he is tinged by some tradegy, however the tradegies that haunt him haven't actually happened to this Uther Doul.

Before the events of the Scar, I picture him more of a clear cut swashbuckling hero type. He went on adventures, he took the lead and saved the day, he seduced the Brucolac. It was all coming up Doul. He was always a brilliant scholar and determined to find as many Ghosthead artifacts as he could, especially after getting his hands on the possible sword and seeing how powerful it is.

When he first found the prehapsicord, he found a way to use it to witness other probabilities. He has seen friends and lovers die, multiple versions of himself being killed repeatedly, Armada sink to the bottom of the sea (and knowing the Baslag trilogy, when they die, its real fucking horrific). Seeing how tenuous life is, how easily anyone he has ever loved or cared about could be killed, it has paralysed him. Doul is 1000% loyal to Armada, not any particular set of leaders but the city itself, as the place he ran to after fleeing High Cromlech. So he makes a choice. He is going to always choose the greatest good over his own, individual happiness and needs. As the absolute tank he is in battle, this has meant that he does routinely choose to keep himself alive for the good of Armada, but when it comes to friendships, desires, longings, he has always put the city first. He is constantly walking a tightrope of what the instrument tells him will happen to the city and ensuring that events fall into place that steer it towards the greatest happiness for the greatest number. He calls off his relationship with the Brucolac. He stops being the one to stand up and take control of more political wranglings because the pressure is just too great for him.

He's a very sad Utilitarian. That is why he mocks Bellis when putting her in the prison cell. To him, he has sacrificed EVERYTHING to ensure the safety of the city. That is also why he lets the Brucolac get tortured for days on end. Though he still cares deeply for him, he has seen that if he didn't let that happen, the city would not be saved from the Scar (or some other bad thing would happen) so he weighed up his versus the cities' happiness and let his ex burn.

BTW I know that the end says he goes to visit the Brucolac in the night, but I cannot envisage this being anything other than Doul chucking stones at his window, begging him to take him back. The Brucolac is down bad for him, but he's got fucking self respect, and that must have been humiliating.

I don't think Doul views any of his actions in the course of the novel as manipulations, rather 'guiding' people and events into existence. I think he was genuinely attracted to Bellis and she was right to think that he was, prehaps, going to kiss her at certain moments. Another Doul would have, but this one is so consumed with the possible reactions from any one action, that he couldn't possibly take that risk. He is not 'done with her' at the end because his machinations are complete, he's done with her because she has proven herself to be disloyal to Armada. She is not willing to sacrifice herself in any way for the good of the many. (Maybe in other possibilities Bellis is? Maybe he's gutted because this Bellis is not the Bellis he had hoped?)

At the end, when the female Lover rides off to the Scar by herself, he gives the perhapsicord to her. He has tried numerous times to stop using it, to stop seeing every possible consequence of every action, but it's like he's addicted. But the events of the Scar have just been too much. He has decided to try to get back to a more normal way of living.

#uther doul #china miéville #baslag #the scar #had to get it off my chest before i go to bed i got work in the morning for christs sake

[my-ghost-monument]

DW Positivity Drive

Saw @jolivira doing this - a drive to share what we love about doctor who - and wanted to spread some more positivity! Heads up, it's mostly about 13's era, lol.

Thirteen. She's just - ahhhh. My absolute favourite doctor ever. I never knew how much I wanted to see a woman playing the doctor until I watched 13. I love her energy, how she moves and bounds across the screen, how she delivers her awe-speeches and her anger too (her rage against the Master is just *chef's kiss*). Her way of delivering emotion too. I also love her outfit! It's so cool. The magenta shirt is a favourite, but I love her coat the best.

Thasmin. What can I say about this, other than it's everything I ever wanted? I've shipped Yaz and 13 since their first ever episode. I fel the vibes from them, and to see it be canon on screen is a feeling that will never leave. I adore the way they interact together, especially as s12 hits and that slow burn/crush/feelings make themselves obvious. Their hints that are scattered in s12 are magical - the lingering look in Praxeus, the comparison with Bryon and the 'get off me, Yaz' bits are just more ahhhh! I love how it pans over into flux (the hug!! The way they fly the TARDIS together!!) and into the love story of the specials.

Which need their own point: the 13 specials. All of them are just such favourites. Time loops and daleks and love confessions! And then LOTSD is one of the eps I will always remember just watching with my jaw dropped in amazement. And TPOTD is, imo, one of the best finales in dw. The independance and beautiful drive Yaz has. The hand/arm touch when 13's regenerating. The bridal carry! The implict and very much there intimacy the two have, where it's almost like the viewer is intruding.

Yaz Khan. I adore Yaz. She's one of my favourite companions. Her journey through the series - how she grows and develops herself. Yaz's arc is so subtle and beautiful and amazing, and it really shines now her whole era is done. She's such a good character, and I love how she stopped taking 13's shit and confronted her, and actually got so much of 13 told to her, and got to experience her first taste of love. How she'll be able to go on in her life now knowing what she's capable of, and that she deserves everything. And I will always love the fact that she can fly the TARDIS.

And of course, Mandip and Jodie specifically, because their acting was phenomenal. Towards the thasmin scenes and in general too.

Thirteen's TARDIS. It's honestly so beautiful. I love the colouring and the vibes, and how warm and cost it could feel and how cold and alien it looked in s12. It's such an organic structure, and really looked fascinating and alien.

Dhawan's Master. He is hands down the best for me. He's amazing in acting, he brings such energy and gusto. His chaotic evil, lashing out and hoping for that strike, his gambling, has made him so good to watch. His anger is explosive, his humour is great, and the way he interacted with 13/Jodie just was so good. The Rasputin dance scene - just wow, lol.

For S11 eps: Demons of the Punjab. What a stunning, heart-wrenching ep. And The Tsuranga Conumdrum since it's probably my favourite of s11 and I love the story progression. Also the 'come to daddy. I mean mummy' line in Ghost Monument.

Chibnall. I love how his era went (It's, if you can't tell, my favourite). The ideas he used, his timeless child arc and how it relates to adoption and abuse. The fact he gave us canon thasmin. How he brought in the 'terrible/imperial time lords' again, with the timeless child. The existence of Karvanista. How he ended his era in a perfect way, that wasn't devestating or grimdark but fit the natural tradegy every doctor must face while also giving Yaz a whole life to explore from now on - how every 13 companion got to live and go home too.

Martha Jones. She was my first favourite companion and I adore her personality and her sense of self and drive. And that leather jacket! (Smith and Jones will always be a favourite ep for me too, because of how cool Martha is in it).

The Runaway Bride and Partners in Crime. They're absolutely hilarious eps I love coming back to.

Lastly, I love the doctor themselves. How they are a character who is so full of love and will gladly sacrifice themselves to save their chosen home and people. They have flaws, but at their core all they want to do is help and be loved and love.

All I can think of right now - if you've reached the end, go and make your own post to keep sharing the positivity! <3

#dw positivity drive #doctor who #thasmin #loved this idea #I adore just getting to gush about favourite bits in this show #yaz khan #thirteen #13

[solartranslations]

AF2 Nova Chapter 10 (1/11): Duty and Honor

On the ship bound for Regalo, she stands alone on the deck watching the waves…

~*Scene: VF Deck*~

Felicita: *sigh*…

Nova: So this is where you were

Felicita: Nova

Nova: You’ll catch a cold like this

Felicita: I wanted to get some air

Nova: …Then I’ll join you

Felicita: Huh?

Nova: I was worried since I couldn’t find you

Felicita: You…were looking for me?

Nova: We’re a couple, aren’t we?

Felicita: Nova…thank you

Nova: …What’s on your mind?

Felicita: Nothing really…I was just tired

>The wind is cold

(No Amore)

>It feels like something is waiting for us

(+10 Amore)

>Papa…

(+20 Amore)

Nova: They do say the sea is colder than on land

Felicita: You know a lot

Nova: …Liberta mentioned it before

Felicita: Oh really

Nova: It’s the perfect spot to clear your head

Felicita: ?

Nova: You wanted to be alone, so it’s better if I’m not here, right?

Felicita: That’s not true

Nova: But…

Felicita: I want you to stay… Is that okay?

Nova: …It never wouldn’t be

Nova: You wouldn’t give up no matter what it is

Felicita: !

Nova: And I won’t give up on anyone either. Since you taught me to think like that

Nova: It helped me move forward. Pessimism doesn’t get us anywhere…so don’t make that face

Felicita: Okay…!

Nova: Are you worried?

Felicita: Yeah

Nova: It’s like we’re being watched

Felicita: Huh?

Nova: You stood against something that terrifying without showing any fear

Nova: Whatever we’re told is the truth, there’s only one thing to do

Felicita: We save Papa

Nova: Right

Felicita: It’s hard to believe the sea could be so terrifying when it looks so beautiful now…

Nova: Yeah… But we avoided a tradegy thanks to you and Neve’s powers

Felicita: …

Nova: Something wrong?

Felicita: I can control the Wheel of Fortune’s powers now, but do we really need Arcana powers?

Felicita: It’s true that we saved Nordia from Acqua Tempesta with them

Felicita: But what do other people think of them?

Felicita: …Aren’t they strange?

Nova: It’s hard to say since we were born hosting Tarocco

Felicita: Nova…

Nova: But, I also wonder

Nova: If we really need Arcana powers…

Nova: But if let go of our Tarocco now, it’ll just make Papa suffer. I don’t want that

Felicita: Yeah… The Arcana Duello happened because in the background, the World card was taking Papa’s life force to sustain all the others

Nova: I’m sure we can fix that too

Nova: I’ll figure out a way

~*Flashback: Sera’s Room*~

Nova: What did you want to talk about, Sera?

Sera: The contract has been fulfilled

Nova: So…

Sera: What do you want to ask?

Nova: Tell me everything you know about what happened between Papa and Vir

Sera: They formed some sort of contract

Nova: I knew it…

Nova: Over what?

Sera: I don’t know that much

Nova: Papa…

Sera: Are you that worried?

Nova: Obviously

Sera: Why?

Nova: Why wouldn’t I?

Sera: What is Mondo to you?

Sera: You’re just bound by contract, like I was to Vir, right?

Nova: No!! I greatly respect Papa

Sera: You respect him…? More than your parents?

Nova: …Yes

Sera: You would even if you lost the Tarocco that ties your Family together?

Nova: That doesn’t matter

Sera: Even if he never tells you anything?

Nova: …

Sera: Looks like you have doubts

Nova: …I just believe in Papa

Sera: …Okay. Then be careful around Vir

Nova: Alright

Sera: He was other reasons for going to Regalo too

Nova: What reasons?

Sera: I have no idea

Sera: But he wouldn’t act unless it was to his own benefit

Nova: I know

~*End Flashback*~

Nova: I think we have to change

Felicita: Yeah

Nova: We don’t know everything about the Wheel of Fortune’s powers. And there’s nothing good about my Death either

Nova: I think it’s time we seriously reconsidered our use of Arcana powers

Felicita: Yeah

Nova: That’s why I know I have change. For…your sake too…

Felicita: I know how you feel. But you shouldn’t decide that on your own

Nova: …

Felicita: I want to be with you, but you always feel so far away…

Felicita: …!

Nova: You’re worried because I don’t talk to you enough

Felicita: You always keep things to yourself, and it worries me

Nova: Alright, I’ll tell you how I feel, so listen closely

Felicita: !

Nova: From the beginning, I’ve only had eyes for you

Felicita: The beginning…?

Nova: From when we first met

Felicita: Huh…

Nova: Is it that suprising?

Felicita: Well…

Nova: The ones who taught me how to love where Papa, Mama…and you

Nova: So you don’t need to worry. I could never leave you

Nova: Besides, I’m the one who’s actually worried

Felicita: Why?

Nova: Before, you and Sera were just talking. But I got annoyed for no reason and took it out on you

Nova: I’ve never felt that way before, or ever done something like that

Felicita: It’s alright. You don’t need to worry about that

Nova: Sorry. I was just jealous

Felicita: And you’re the only one I want to be with anyway

Nova: Felicita…

Nova: I know I have to change to be better for you

>We’re worried about the same things

(+10 Amore)

>We’ll be fine if we’re together

(+20 Amore)

>We’ll always be together

(No Amore)

Nova: Worried?

Felicita: I also worry about whether you’d ever hate me

Nova: That I would…?

Felicita: You never know

Nova: …Tell me if you ever feel that way. I’ll stay with you as long as it takes

Nova: Where does your confidence come from?

Felicita: Because I know there’s nothing we can’t do together

Nova: If you say so, then we’ll be fine. And I’ll be glad if I can actually change

Nova: Always?

Felicita: …What is it?

Felicita: Nova…?

Nova: Oh, it’s nothing

Nova: But even if I a time comes when I can’t be with you, just know that I’ll always care deeply

Felicita: That’s odd of you to say. Where’d that come from?

Nova: Didn’t I tell you before? We never know what could happen

Felicita: True, but…

Nova: I feel lost sometimes. About whether or not I’m sharing more with you than I should

Felicita: Why?

Nova: Because if I ever couldn’t be with you, if I shared my feelings too much, they might end up tying you down

Nova: If I’m ever not around, I’d still want you to be happy

Felicita: But, you’re not going anywhere?

Nova: …Right

Felicita: Nova…?

Felicita: !

Nova: But since we don’t know what could happen, I thought I should tell you exactly how I feel

Nova: Whatever happens, I’m always thinking of you

Nova: Just don’t forget that

Felicita: Okay

~*End of Scene*~

(Continue to Common Route January 14)

(Back to Directory)

#nova #arcana famiglia #arcana famiglia 2 #chapter 10 #solar translations #psp game #translation #releases

[kate-m-art]

Okay sooooooo what if I just rambled for a while about Siren AU because it's been in my drafts forever?

ajsjsjdjd okay okay this is stupid but hear my out, sirens lament au for the Hero of Legend. If you don't know, Sirens Lament was a webtoon I used to love and ajskd gosh I still adore the lore ajsjd

Basically the sirens are cursed, they were people who had a broken heart and were lured into the ocean by a siren song. The siren sings, kisses the person who has a broken heart and the curse is transferred, with the siren becoming human again and starting a new life and the broken hearted person losing their memories and becoming a siren themselves. They're left to roam the oceans until they can find someone to pass the curse onto themselves for a chance at a new life. Idk, with just how badly Koholint affected this guy I've always thought the vibe fit.

Arin let me ramble about this for a while a couple months ago and we thought up a couple ideas, so mainly the AU would go:

-Link grew up on Koholint Island as a normal resident. He lived a pretty happy life and and was sweet on his friend Marin

-one day tradegy strikes (I'm thinking it's because Link wasn't able to stop it, probably by monsters) and Marin passes. I don't know if it was just Marin or if the village was destroyed as well during the attack

-Link is absolutely heartbroken and feels like it was his fault, the pains too much and he ends up taking a sirens deal

-Then he's just wandering the ocean, having no idea where he came from or even what his name is. Sirens are effectively immortal, so who knows how many years he wandered for. He has no intention of passing on his curse though, he doesn't want anyone else to have to go through what hes had to.

-not all sad though, Link likes to learn stories and observe people. He loves singing as well, and has an angelic voice (I'll link a vid at the bottom of this post lol) He messes with ships and has a passtime of scaring sailors or those who come too close curious about his singing.

-For main storyline we jump to a coastal town where there's rumors about a monster that lurks in the nearby sea caves. There's one girl however who isn't afraid (Malon, the farmers daughter.) She often goes near there to listen to the otherworldly, melancholy melodies. They'll even sing together at times.

-Then you know, they eventually meet and,, Link has a friend again for the first time in who knows how long and Malon realizes the "monster" maybe isn't so otherworldly as everyone thought

There's more thoughts, like "Link" being the name he's chosen for himself (he saw it on some sunken items ones that should have been familiar and decided he liked it,,) Legend sharing his stories with Malon (ones he's picked up and,,, maybe ones about his own travels eventually as well), them loving to sing together (cave acoustics pretty) Malon giving him the first gentle physical contact he's had in years, feelings starting to grow but,,, things can only develop so far when he's determined not to pass his curse on to anyone TvT,,, someone he cares about losing their memories and basically their life would be a nightmare to him.

I think there were still a few more thoughts somewhere Arin and I had but ill stop there for now. Anyways yeah! If you read this far thanks for listening to me ramble lol. I care this au a lot as silly as it is TvT

(Also links voice HC for this au:)

#siren au #siren hero of legend au #siren au lore #sirens lament au #links awakening au #convoluted aus my beloved #and mermaids my beloveds #TvT #thank you again to arin for listening tonme ramble and adding ideas #cant tell you how much i still love this one ajdkdk #♡ #Youtube

[chapstikcrazy]

@arcane-ish (dude/girl/fren, these posts we are writing are so long i love it so much hahaha)

I agree with a lot of what you said and disagree with a lot of what you said. We have had a good discussion so far and it is fun!

I guess my take away from all of what you said is that it’s interesting to see how other people view things and through what lens they come at situations. I absolutely do think Silco fell short as a parent in ways. The only reason I don’t like to play the “what if” or “should have done” mental exercise or condemn him for what he did do, is that to me personally, it shifts my view from what actually happened and trying to understand what happened and why it happened, AND it imposes what we know onto the characters when they are not operating with our same knowledge or experiences. In that interview with the cast on Cartoon Universe last weekend, Toks was sharing how she related a lot with Powder because of her growing up in a bit of a similar place to Zaun, there were military coups and it was very violent (in Nigeria). While she shared, I just thought how meaningful it was for me personally, to watch Arcane and keep my observations grounded in their universe with the knowledge they have and the backgrounds they grew up with.

Silco is not perfect, you’re right. There are good instances of looking at his screw ups and learning from them as an audience. I love him and the relationship he has with Jinx even with those screw ups, probably more because of the screw ups. Thinking about his motivations about what really happened and not saying “well he should have done” is just more valuable to me in terms of understanding his character. And a lot of those what-ifs would only be possible if he were a mentally stable or emotionally intelligent person, which he isn’t. It’s pointless to me. Would a more adjusted person have made a better parent? Obviously. Would Jinx have turned out different with that person? Who knows. Was a better person available within the scope of the story? No. The facts are, Silco was the one who raised her. He gave her the unconditional love she craved, and he did the best he was capable of doing. Does that make him THE BEST Dad? No. Does it make him a toxic monster? No. He’s just a broken dude making the choices he feels are best.

The way I look at it, one of this show’s stories is how Jinx came to be. For me, within that lens, it does me no good to look at the ways her life could have been different because it was never going to happen that way. I don’t know if that makes sense. Maybe I hate it so much because I do that too much in my own life and I hate what it does to me mentally lol. I just like thinking about her character and story within the framework of what actually happened and what I believe the story’s intent is. She’s a tradegy.

I have really come to dislike the terms good/bad, healthy/unhealthy when labeling these characters. They (all the characters in the show) have made good and bad decisions and have aspects that are healthy and unhealthy. My frustration comes when people make blatant sweeping statements about characters without taking nuance into account—like in that original, original post we were both replying to. I don’t think you could make a sweeping statement saying Silco was a good parent, either. It’s nuanced. It’s like Snape. People get soooo passionate about screaming Snape is good or Snape is bad. Snape is nuanced.

I have officially lost the plot and am now rambling. lol. All I know is, when I read Silco was a toxic father and manipulated Powder into becoming Jinx and that he should have thrown her into therapy and gotten her drugs and just been a fundamentally different person, I want to throw myself and them off a bridge.

#silco #jinx #arcane #dad silco

[celiastjms]

Episode Three, oh boy, where do I even start? Buckle up friends. This is going to be a long one, also yes, behold! Scenes from a Marriage Spoilers ahead!

I’ve watched the episode five times in the last 24hrs between work and sleep this should give you enough information about how much I loved it.

Mira shows up to Jonathan’s home, their old home with the intention to wow him — which she successfully does, yes, but her clothes, the way she dresses herself and wears her hair, her make up too, it all underlines that she now finally carries to the outside what she had carried around with herself for god knows how long on the inside. She is loud, she is bold, she takes no shit from anyone. She is done making herself small. BUT she isn’t done with Jonathan.

She wants him back. She still loves him. It’s why she is stalling the divorce, signing the papers would make it final. For the moment she gets to hold on to him, to the possibility that MAYBE it isn’t over. Her waiting with the promotion until she has talked to him, asking for his input, underlines as much. She wants him back, she hopes that maybe he would come along to Europe with Ava. She doesn’t dangle the “ We could start fresh, just the three of us. ” In front of him, she plain out asks if he would come. ( Later on she asks if it would change anything for him if Poli wouldn’t come, granted, but I’ll get to that part in a moment. )

What’s interesting to note here, is — and back to her attire we go, that she never takes off her coat. Not even when she huddles under the blanket. It’s a protective measure, a shield if you will. What if she lays herself bare in front of Jonathan and he rejects her? Her realizing he has turned the upstairs bedrooms into rumbled storage only intensifies that fear because those two empty room visualize a gaping hole in both of their lives. So on one side her never taking off her coat works as a protective layer of sorts but at the same time it symbolizes that at any moment, she is ready to leave.

After their failed conversation about London, she makes as much clear when Jonathan who doesn’t want to let her go, keeps offering her wine until she gives in. Him destroying Mira’s truth so easily, poking holes into what she thinks she has realized for herself speaks for him finally being able to call out her bullshit but at the same time he goes at it from the wrong angle, because Mira IS finally free even if she doesn’t find the freedom she claims she has in being alone and detached from everything like she claims she does, she does find her freedom by getting to be herself in a relationship, she doesn’t need to make herself small, she meets Poli head on ( they fight as he states in the phone call but we’ll get to that ), perhaps a bit stronger and with a bit more force than she needs to because she is worried that if she doesn’t then she’ll slip back into old habits and make herself small again. From one extreme into the other.

So Jonathan implying that Mira is lying to herself is right. She is lying to herself. She can’t even acknowledge while she left him in the first place, why their marriage failed and going back to him without doing that means she would fall back into old habits FOR SURE. Her straight out pouring the espresso he made her into the sink for once stating to him directly what she wants while he suggests she wants something else, making a decision for her like he so often has before — mind you he was rightfully miffed because she yawned while he talked about his therapy, signaling a lack of interest with that; was beautiful to see. It’s sad she didn’t communicate more clear with him outside of that moment when she insisted he read his morning pages to her.

Claiming Mira didn’t hope they’d wind up having sex, would be a lie. It’s proof for her, that he still wants her, that he still craves her. She backed down when he told her off even if his rejection did hurt. She tried a second time, but she didn’t push past his no, didn’t try to soften his resolve or press his buttons. She offered to leave instead. He claiming she had missed him too and had thought about him too, wasn’t a lie. In the way she’d struggled to leave in episode two, basically fleeing the house and telling him she’s no longer attracted to him in an effort to hurt him so he won’t stop her, shows that that wasn’t easy for her and that she wasn’t playing him when she said that. Her telling him she’d come this past week only thinking about him was definitely an effort to get what she wanted. An excellent effort, but you know, still only that.

Now I was so proud of Jonathan the entire episode for the progress he had made and for calling Mira out and all that only to watch it go sour within seconds. Why didn’t he just turn off his phone? The concept of a potential girlfriend in his life was as jealous inducing as it was thrilling to Mira, because what if he still chose her even though he had someone he liked and was interested in? The ultimate prove that it wasn’t too late. Until he made sure she heard the call and heard him take a break with her. Then it became real, reminded her that she was potentially pushing him into the role of a cheater.

Him being irritated when she instead of jumping his bones and leaning into his touch, pushes herself away, and walls to the point where she slips back into how things were between them before she left him, drove home how calculating that move of his was.

It becomes worse when he pulls out that voice message. He had this leverage over her this whole time and waited for the perfect opportunity to present it to her. You can tell me what you want, that is fucking calculating. Granted, Mira only told him that Poli was away and didn’t mention any relationship trouble ( but then why would she? ). When she asks if his decision would change if Poli wouldn’t come to London with them, she implies that she would leave him and would want to start fresh with him not directly dangling the “ A fresh start and new surroundings is what we need ” in front of him, but she implies it.

They both played each other incredibly dirty in this episode.

BUT ( and yes of course there is a but ), Jonathan pulls the voice message right after he tells her that what they had was a miracle and that they are THROWING it away, not threw it away, throwing. Present tense, everything he says about them there he says in present tense NOT past tense!!! It’s been a year since they parted and he still holds on to her and he still loves her and he still wants her back and by showing her that voice message of Poli stating that he wouldn’t stop Mira if she were to go back to Jonathan he tells her he knows that it’s no one holding her back but herself.

It’s also what he told her when he asks her what Poli has to do with anything.

And Mira? Telling him he shouldn’t end it and that “ It isn’t unforgivable ” and that maybe she will forgive him? I don’t know if she realizes it, but she is asking him if he could still forgive her.

The utter beauty and absolute tradegy of this episode was that they communicated past each other nearly the entire time.

I cannot wait for next week’s episode. Even if I doubt I’m ready.

#ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴛ ᴍᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɪsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ ʟᴇsʙɪᴀɴ — out #scenes from a marriage #scenes from a marriage spoiler #jessica chastain #oscar isaac #fuck this got long #bUT I GOT A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THE SHOW OKAY= #?* #ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ — sfam meta

[pvrpleblccd]

As the world caves in.

syposis : It was now or never. This was his only chance, never will he have another chance like this.

pairing : dreamwastaken x f.reader

tw : angst, sad, tradegy, death, mentions of death/suicide, mc going through a very rough time

~

ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴀᴠᴇs ɪɴ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ᴍᴀʟᴛᴇs

I fell on my knees, looking at my family laying on the floor, white foam and another odd colour of a substance coming out of their mouths. My hand started to tremble as I reached out for my little siblings hand. It was cold. I couldn't help, but sob. Looking at their faces made me weak, it was pale, way too pale and far from its original tone. Their expressions will be one that will be engraved with me, they looked somehow peaceful, if it wasn't for the foam, we could mistaken for them to be asleep.

I put my palm on their cheeks, taking in their features for the last time, they're so young, way too young. They barely lived. There's so much ahead of them. They were looking forward to their lives, I was supposed to watch them grow up and see them graduate. Watch them enjoy their lives and, maybe, them eventually becoming parents.

My head suddenly turned to my parents, I looked at their faces and both of them held a small smile with dried tears clearly noticeable on their faces. My eyes glanced down on their hands, they were hold each other's hands, with their wedding rings on. Another sob came out of my mouth and hoped that they were able to move on with their next life. I felt a tiny happy feeling inside of me, my parents were divorced and they separated, but seeing them like this.. It made me feel.. somehow happy.

My tears were never ending. They kept on falling as I let out a scream. It hurt. My family is gone, without me, and soon I too will be gone. But I did not wanted to go, not yet.. Not alone. I got up and grabbed a blanket, placing it over my family. I noticed one of our gardening flowers in the living room, it was withering, but I took it and placed it on top of the blanket.

"Thank you.. For everything. I hope you were able to move on. I love you all... May we meet again."

A hiccup escaped my mouth, I quickly wiped my tears even though they kept on coming. My eyes went to the TV, the timer kept on going down and flashing, reminding me the time I had left to live the life I couldn't live at its fullest. I clenched my jaw and threw the closest thing to me on it, which was a family frame and made my way to the front door, locking it, out of habit and looked at my house I've lived it for the past 18 years.

All the good and bad memories flashing in my head, finally arriving to the conclusion even if I mostly had downs, I've enjoyed many moments of it. I was still glad to be able to live, experiencing things, even though I would have experienced more. Then the feeling of regret came to me, I shouldn't have wasted the time and moments I locked myself up in my room.

"Goodbye... My memory box."

With that, I made my way to the usual hangout of my friends and I. There was one more thing I wanted to say to someone first. The thought of them gone came across my head and my walking became jogging then running. The people in the streets were wildly insane. Some celebrating, some were trying to loot places before entering their bunkers, some were making out, some were crying. There were too many things happening, it terrified me. The sirens started to go and a mix of screaming, cheering and crying could be heard.

"I don't have much time... I need to see him... Its- AHH!"

The sound of guns could be heard, people started to shoot each other and a bunch of troubled people descended their vehicles and screamed 'We're all going to die soon, give up your life already'. That sentence caused a havoc amongst the people, bodies started to flop on the ground and blood spattered everywhere, this made me run faster. I stop dead in my tracks as I came face to face with the silent guy in my physics class who I would always bring his favourite chocolate chips cookie. My hands immediately went up as soon as I saw the crossbow he was holding.

“Nerd.”

Every step he took, made me insides hurt me even more. I would always try to cheer him up or make him smile or even get to open up, in the end I would always be the one ending up talking about how much of a wuss I am when I would always fail to get along with him again. He came up to me, his long pink hair swaying by his side, I closed my eyes and waited for the agonizing pain, but it never came, instead, I was engulfed in a warm hug. My eyes shot wide open as I returned the hug and squeezed the man.

“Thank you for being a wonderful friend to me. You made me feel things that a normal teenager should feel. What do they call it? Fireflies? No, I think it was butterflies. But too bad, it’s time to say goodbye now. I do admit, I will miss your rants.”

“Techno-“

“Dave, now go. Go to him.”

“Dave… thank you.”

I felt him give a small peck on my cheek before he turns away gracefully, I fully took note of what he was wearing, it was beautiful. He was dressed as if he was a king or even a god, his red cape flowing through the wind perfectly. I smiled and continued my course. After making turns, I finally arrived to the hangout spot, my running turned into jogging then walking, then I finally stopped, seeing his tall figure and his signature long brown coat and beanie.

"Wil-"

There he was. Comforting her, whispering things in her ear. The both of them were sitting on the bench we made, so the whole gang could fit in it. She looked up to him, her tears still falling down. I saw him lean in and she did the same thing. My breathing stopped. My head and thoughts went numb. Both of their eyes closing, lips about to touch. Before I could see the action happen, I was turned around, my face making contact with a torso and my body embraced in a hug. My sobs were silenced by the loud sirens. It hurts. He knew I liked him, he knew and now he's there kissing Niki.

My best friend.

I confessed to him, only to have him tell me he wanted space to think. Niki knew I liked him as well, hell she was the one who helped me gather my courage to go confess to him. Was I that oblivious to not notice the sudden change in Wilbur's behaviour whenever he saw Niki close or the way he talked, always harsh to me, but always soft to Niki? And the look he held in his eyes when I'm with him, nothing but boredom and annoyance and when Niki showed up, his eyes would light up and smile immediately. He would always find a way to finis the conversation quickly so that he can go talk with her.

I was blinded by what I thought was love.

"Let it out.. Let it all out y/n."

I recognized who it was just by the sound of his voice. Clay. I hugged him tighter, before my knees gave up, the both of us ending up on the ground. Never once Clay let me go. His arms were around me in a protective manner, his hand caressing my back and felt him humming something, head still on his chest.

Clay.

The one who was always been there for me when I was at my lowest and needed someone. The one who always took me out of my cave of a room when I was sad. The one who would stay up all night to play games with me. The one who helped me the most when my older sibling died. The one who would encourage me to go hang out with Nick, George and him when the others were having a chill hangout when I wasn't invited. The one who always cheered me up when I was gloomy and unwell. The one who always visited me whenever I missed a day in school.

He was the one who truly cared about my health.

The only one who truly cared about me.

I looked up to him, taking in all his features for the first time. His freckles sprayed perfectly on his face, his blonde hair was displayed in a messy way, they were wavy, reminded me of Wilbur's. His eyes were closed, eyelashes long as ever, lips looking plum and nose looking boopable. He wore a simple outfit, jeans with black converse and his signature lime green hoodie with a smiley face of it. The small breeze made his hair slightly move to the wind and made his eyes open. Those beautiful emerald green eyes.

Oh, they were the prettiest colour I've ever seen. Just looking at them, I got lost in them. They would always gave me a sort of warm and welcoming feeling. How could've I not looked at him like this before? Never once I fully took in his features. Clay, is the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

Why was I always focused on Wilbur?

When the one who truly cared for me, was always by my side?

A wave of guilt hit me, my vision becoming blurry ones again, Clay must've felt my shaking and heard my sobs once again. He looked down to me, eyes meeting each other's and a soft smile came across is beautiful face. I was no longer held in a hug, but his hands made contact with my cheeks, cupping them. He wiped away my tears with his thumb and put his forehead on mine. I found it selfish that I enjoyed this, Clay was always there for me and I wasn't able to pay his kindness.

"Clay... Why? You were always there for me, but.. I don't understand.. why?"

"It's you, y/n. It's always been you. I was head over heels for you, ever since I saw you for the first time. As we grew closer, I fell even more for you. Y/n, you're a wonderful woman, you're fucking gorgeous and you're amazing. Wilbur's a fucking asshole for not accepting you, the man fucked up and seeing you losing your smile.. It broke me. It fucking broke me. I didn't want you to lose that precious smile. You're an amazing person and you deserve the world, I.. I couldn't give you all of the things you deserve.

You went through so much and it always broke me seeing you unwell and unstable. I don't know how you do it... You're so fucking strong. After all that.. You still managed to keep a smile and be an optimist. I know that happy persona is nothing but a front, I know, trust me. — he paused for a moment, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear — Darling, you have no idea how lucky and happy I am to be able to see the real you. Every moment I spent with you, were the best moments in my life, Y/n."

I took in all of his words and played them in my head several times. I felt his thumb caressing my cheeks and hear him sniffle. I noticed the tears rolling down his face and this made something explode in my heart. I never saw Clay cry. Never once this man showed any sign of sadness or whatsoever before. Taking in on the fact that he was always on the one sided love destroyed me. He was making sure I was doing okay even though it meant to destroy him.

My thoughts were fighting against each other. All of the moments I have spent with Clay played in my head all over again. Remembering all of the times he would make me blush, because we would compliment me. The times were we would tease each other. The times were we would both pretend to be lovers just to be able to get 'couple discounts' and 'couple contests'. The moments I truly felt happy. And finally... The moment he would always make my heart skip a beat and give me butterflies. All of the thoughts led me to one conclusion that was written everywhere, all of the signs were there, but I was too blind actually see it...

Clay was the one I truly loved.

My eyes flickered to the object in the sky, slowly but quickly approaching us. I panicked and placed my hands on his cheeks. He looked at me in the eyes, his were red due to the crying and his expression was even more hard to take in. My breathing started to quicken, I shook my head, wanting to talk with him more, figure things out, but the object in the sky was making me stressed.

"Why..?! W..Why haven't you said anything Clay..?! I... Why only now??"

He looked up seeing the nukes coming closer and clenched his jaw. He once again faced me and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes immediately closed, suddenly forgetting about everything happening around us. Never wanting for this moment to end. When he pulled away, he pulled me back to reality. The sounds of the nukes coming was getting louder and louder. The lights started to blind my view.

"Clay.. Clay! N..No.. We can talk about this... I.. We can fix this... We can..."

Clay engulfed me in a hug, caressing me, trying to calm my horrified self. I clung onto the man whom I've realized, was the one. My cries were loud, I felt drops of water on my shoulder. He too was crying. Kissing my forehead on last time, he smile at me saying his final words.

"In another life... Maybe, it will be meant to be."

I looked at him for the last time, accepting my fate and gave him a genuine smile, for the first time.

"I love you."

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published : June 20 2021, 4:40 am

modified : August 25 2021, 12:25pm

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[arisefairsun]

Do you belive the literary and theatrical impact of Romeo and Juliets famous tradegy shadows the smaller elements of the play? Such as the comedy and side characters interesting personalities and impact on the story.

Absolutely, absolutely. We have such a minimalistic view of the play, reduced to a pair of star-crossed lovers on a balcony—a balcony which is never even mentioned in the text.

But we forget the prejudice, the hatred, the violence that intoxicate fair Verona. We forget the Capulets and the Montagues’ silly, childish jokes that lead to a corpse on the floor and swords full of blood. We forget the harshness of Juliet’s parents (‘I would the fool were married to her grave,’ says her own mother), the young men’s inability to accept Romeo’s passiveness, Romeo’s devotion to poetry. I believe all of this is essential to grasp, to enjoy, to delve into the play, to understand that ‘Romeo and Juliet are dumb kids’ is too much of a reductive statement for it to do justice to the play.

But what else do we forget? We forget the Nurse’s heart, aching for a child lost long ago. Did Juliet replace the hole in her heart? She is more maternal towards Juliet than her own mother. When she finds Juliet’s corpse on her wedding day, she leaves rosemary twigs on her body. What was she thinking when she picked them up? Could she ever imagine those twigs would end up adorning the lifeless body of that child who gave her so much joy?

Benvolio, whose arms become Mercutio’s deathbed. He has to narrate all the violence, all the cruelty, all the sadness he has witnessed to the authorities, right there, just a few minutes after the death of his beloved one. What does his voice sound like when he speaks again after Mercutio’s death? I imagine it as a trembling voice, as fragile as the Nurse’s rosemary.

Friar Laurence, this plant lover full of knowledge. We first meet him in the fields, picking up flowers, rambling about the power of nature. He always seems to have the right answer for every question, a remedy for all sorts of pain. Yet fear takes over him—this wise man, who believed he had control, that he could achieve anything with his knowledge. He leaves Juliet alone in the tomb, a helpless child with no one left in the world to look after her. ‘I dare no longer stay,’ he tells her before running away. The watch will later find him in the dark, ‘a friar that trembles, sighs, and weeps’.

We forget Romeo’s servant, Balthasar, who stays by his master’s side in the last scene, even though Romeo threatened to kill him if he didn’t leave him alone. We forget Mercutio’s frenzy and Tybalt’s fierceness; Friar John’s inability to leave Verona because of the plague; the musicians that keep singing in spite of the tragedy that surrounds them; the Prince, grieving the loss two of his relatives (Mercutio and Paris).

Juliet’s words resonate with us: ‘O, Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?’ But there’s so much more. These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. No words can that woe sound. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Then love-devouring death do what he dare. Dry sorrow drinks our blood. You talk’st of nothing—True, I talk of dreams. Can I go forward when my heart is here?

The images. The images are so vivid, so extreme. The birds ‘sing and think it were not night’ when they see Juliet, a girl with a soul brighter than the very sun. And Romeo’s weary heart? It adds ‘to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs’. He locks himself at home, making ‘an artificial night’, as soon as the goddess of dawn opens her curtains in the early morning. Juliet commands the night to come at once, galloping across the sky with Phaeton’s fiery horses: fatal, fierce, sublime. What about her tomb? It is a ‘nest of death’: the birds who sang to Juliet are now dead.

The play is full of life, full of richness—every scene, every line, every syllable is like a beating heart. We cannot reduce Shakespeare to a single scene. That’s why he is so irresistible after 400 years: there’s something tentatively ungraspable about his texts, something that beats underneath, that exquisite irreducibility that makes his plays eternal.

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[troublesometrollhunters]

Masked Meetings

(Another Douxie X Reader because favorite boi and also I want to go to a fancy Masquerade Ballroom dance while someone tenderly cups my cheek)

Hisirdoux is sweeping Merlins study while the wizards out when his thoughts wonder to you. As he clutches the broom brushing the dust into a nearby dustpan he smiles softly.

Every time he saw you his heart soared. Your voice was like a sweet melody and if he could play as sweetly as you spoke his music would be known throughout the kingdom. Sighing trying to get back to work he pauses. The sunlight leaked through Merlins glass paned windows making the stone floor a kaleidoscope of colors. Your smile was similar to these colors he mused, they lit up a room. Blushing and shaking his head he closes his eyes but it didn't help. Hisirdoux could see you so clearly dancing through the castles hallways fabric swishing around you as you twirled over the carpet.

Eyes snapping open in shame blinking repeatedly to wish the image away he puts the broom against the wall deciding he's done for the day.

Running his hand over one of Merlins desks he tries to think of anything else other than you. Picking up books off the ground putting them back in their places on the shelves or stacking them on tables so they'd be out of the way, Hisirdoux pauses when he sees a scroll. Humming intrigued he ran a finger over it before the ink glowed. Merlin was working on something new and he hoped some magic homework would make him get his mind off you. After all it was absolutely ridiculous to fantasize about you. It could never happen.

You were a noble who lived in the castle after a tragic accident. It was rumored you had magic in your blood line but nothing had been confirmed. He wouldn't doubt it though. He fell under a spell every time he saw you.

You were Arthur and Morganas neice and had been moved here after your castle was lost to war. Depsite the tradegy you seemed perfectly content with your new life here. He'd often seen you laughing over a joke with Morgana or talking idly with King Arthur. Realizing his attention had wondered from the scroll he cursed trying to get back to work. Noticing his hands were covered in ink he paused seeing he'd doodled all over Merlins notes. Panicking he picks up the scroll and marches across the room before throwing it into the fire place.

Watching as the orange flames burn the paper and seeing the ink dribble down the page as the fire hissed he sighed in relief. He couldn't be in love with you. He couldn't.

~~~

The next day Merlin hadn't noticed the missing parchment or at least he didn't comment on it. Archie had thankfully been out and hadn't seen what he'd done but the cat had been giving him strange looks all day.

Was it really that weird for him to complete all his chores? He didn't think so.

"The room looks nice Hisirdoux." Merlin states and he beamed taking in the attention and compliment from his master. However it's short lived. Merlin turns towards the young mage with a thoughtful glance. "King Arthurs hosting a ball." He says.

"O-oh?" Hisirdoux stutters. If there was a ball no doubt you'd be there as well. After all Arthur was your uncle, as a noble it'd be your duty to attend. Merlin gave Hisirdoux a knowing glance before shaking his head turning towards his scrolls.

"You should invite someone." He hums. "Arthur permitted us to go. If you have a friend you should attend with them." Leaving the room after that Merlin slips Douxie a piece of parchment. It was an invitation but only one.

Looking at his master confused he noticed in Merlins hand were the notes that he had burned. Face red he began to stutter wanting to explain himself but Merlin was already gone. All that was left was the single invitation in his hand.

Archie hummed hopping onto the desk next to Hisirdoux as he stared at the fancy paper.

"I beleive that's Merlins subtle way of saying you should ask them. After all they already have a ticket." Archie hums. Hisirdoux nods absent mindley tightening his grip on the invitation. A masquerade ball, masks meant no one would know who they were. That meant he could ask you out and then spend all night with you without anyones judgment.

How hard could this be?

~~~

He chickened out. He chickened out. By Merlins beard he made a complete ass of himself and left before you could get mad at him.

He had gotten flowers! He had made a poem! He even brought his lute to sernade you! How did it all go so wrong?

He was so nervous his magic made the flowers rot when he tried to hand them to you. You didn't seem angry but you were very confused holding the stalks. And he made it so much worse! When you went to ask what happened as any sane person would do he began to blubber nonsense like a fool. He practically spoke in tongues! Then he had spent hours on that poem for you only to look like an idiot and scramble all the words up. It was just such a mess. Not to mention when he brought out his lute to try and fix his previous attempts his hands were shaking so much it was off tune.

He decided to stop dragging the torture on and ran off not wanting to see your reaction.

Archie followed after him and as Hisirdoux stopped to take deep breaths his familiar nuzzled him. He purred softly against his masters neck as Hisirdoux held his lute. As his thumb brushed over the wood engraved into the instrument he sighed. His hand went in his pocket and reading the poem he'd written you he closes his eyes to keep from crying.

Radiant as the sun, mysterious as the moon, and strong as the stars is what he'd called it. You were just so many things he couldn't pick one so he gave you the sky hoping maybe just maybe that'd be enough to win your love.

"Hisirdoux they would have loved it. It's not your fault." Archie tries to make him feel better but Hisirdoux only did this to himself. He should have known courting you would only end in failure. After all Arthur loved you. And he hated magic. Hisirdoux was only alive because Merlin saved him. He was a street rat. A lowly orphan. He had nothing to offer you.

Crumpling the poem into a ball he signed throwing it down the hallway.

"Come on Arch we better get ready." He mumbled disappointed. He may have failed to ask you but Merlin still expected him to attend and he couldn't fail Merlin too.

~~~

Hisirdoux looks into his wine glass frowning. The suit Merlin picked for him felt strange. It was so different from his usual garb and his reflection he couldn't recognize himself. The black suit with fur and blue undershirt underneath was strange. He wasn't used to this many layers. And the shoes. They were so uncomfortable.

Shifting he adjusts his mask, the blue feathers almost coming loose from his jostling.

Mask finally in a position he liked, he places the chalice down and glances around the room. You still hadn't made an entrance and he prayed Arthur hadn't set you up with somebody else. Feeling discouraged at the fact he couldn't ask you and you might come with some prick noble person Archie hums at him.

"Well at least they won't recognize you in a mask." The familiar states trying to lighten his masters mood.

"No funny Arch." Hisirdoux scolds as he keeps looking for you. "Besides I think the whole talking cat gives away who I am." Archie chuffs before adjusting his glasses. Hisirdoux was right of course but Archie was only teasing, no need for rudeness.

"Hisirdoux try to have fun tonight." The familiar suggests before jumping off the table and slinking off into the room. Sighing Hisirdoux watches him leave before looking to the floor again. You still hadn't arrived yet. He hoped as a masked stranger he could ask for one dance. One dance and he'd feel better about everything. But he had a feeling fate would be unkind tonight and he may not get his chance.

Hearing the music stop he pauses before turning his head. Gasps rang out from the crowd and meeting your eyes Hisirdoux joined them.

Oh. You looked like a deity.

As you descended the stairs with Morgana and Arthur he couldn't help but stare. You were brighter than the moon, the stars, and the sun. He would give you the entire world and even then he knew it'd never be enough. You deserved everything.

Lost in his thoughts about you inching closer to the ballroom floor his breath hitches as someone grabs his hand. About to protest and he's dragged into the endless sea of dancers and as masks, dresses, glitter, and gold twirl around him he looses sight of you.

Trying to get out of the dancers so he can make his way to the wall to try and find you again to try and explain he pauses when your suddenly in his arms.

Your mask gave away it was you and he grew nervous as your eyes looked into his.

"(Y-Y/N)?" He can't beleive it. How... How had this happened?

"Hello Hisirdoux." You greet and his entire face goes red as he spins with you. The orchestra music swells and he's in awe watching you dance.

"I ummmm I wanted..." Smiling at him you wink mischievously as he dips you.

"I know." You hum and he smiles. Of course you did.

"Lets go somewhere more private." You suggest as he blushes. Pulling you back up from the dip he nods and you two continue to dance but your slowly making your way to the edge.

~~~

When no ones looking you both slip away sneaking onto the balcony. The stars shine and the moons full lighting up the night.

Smiling you slip off your mask before tilting your head to stare up at the various stars, eyes wide in wonder.

"I never was one for dances and the like you know." You state feeling the serene light of the moon wash over you. "It's only fun when you chose to do something not when someone forces you to." You add.

Your hand grips the balconies terrace as you lean forward to feel the cold air. Hisirdoux stands next to you and slowly he takes off his mask as well showing off his handsome face. As you were passed from partner to partner you looked up and saw his hazel eyes.

It was a miracle since he was the only person you wanted to see anyways.

He nods understanding in a way. Fiddling in your pocket you pull out a crumpled piece of paper.

"You know I was hoping you'd ask me. When I suggested to Arthur Merlin and you should come it didn't take long for him to give in." You hum slowly uncrumpling the paper.

It was a poem. One addressed to you. The one he'd crumpled up and thrown away.

"I... I tried to ask you but..." Scratching the back of his neck and chuckling nervously you begin laughing.

"I had a feeling." You hum watching his face go bright red.

"He Hisirdoux?" You ask and he looks at you face burning.

"Hmmmmm?" He questions and you smile the privacy giving you bravery. Cupping his face you lean in heart fluttering as your lips press together.

Pulling away face pink as you stare at Hisirdoux he blinks several times before smiling. Leaning in he places his forehead against yours. One of his hands tenderly cradles your cheek as he smiles at you.

As you hum closing your eyes smiling, his heart flutters.

Your smile makes the night brighter than any stars ever could.

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[dindooku]

right i know i said i would make this mega juicy but the sad boi hours hit and... well. just read it.

i’m sorry.

You thought you wanted to escape.

You thought you wanted to be free.

You thought you wanted to be alone.

Tradegy only strikes when the mind and soul are in disilusionment; when the body is so preoccupied chasing its lust that it refuses to listen to its reason.

Blind.

rating: Mature/Explicit (had descriptions of blood and violence etc and depressive/dark thoughts)

- please be warned this chapter is sad af, so if you can’t/do not want to read about sad boi hours please do not read

word count: 4,940

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You didn't bother sleeping that night, your mind was too busy thinking of ways to escape the Mandalorian.

You were nothing but cheated, it felt like. And upon further contemplation, you'd practically convinced yourself that you didn't mean anything to him and that he'd just played you as everyone else had. There were no feelings, no personal sentiments, no attachment between him and you; and it hurt. He'd gotten what he wanted, and would continue to control and manipulate you behind your back, clutching your sense of freedom and chaining you to the cold confines of the Razor Crest.

You didn't want to believe this, though. You wanted more than anything for your mind to be playing tricks on you, and for your feelings, your true hidden feelings to be true. You wanted him to want you, to trust you. you wanted to work as a team, a power-couple you could say. But the fact of the matter at hand is that Mando had no interest in you helping him, working or even having any sort of independence at all.  

You felt so confused.

On one hand, you wanted to stay, to give in and just be the stay at home babysitter Mando wanted you to be. But on the other hand, you wanted to finally be free, to do what you want and just go wild. Gideon had awoken something deep, something dark within you and you knew it'd only be a matter of time before you couldn't contain it anymore. You had to get out and release some energy - you wanted to on Nevarro but Din had stopped you, and you wanted to the other day when he left for his bounty, but yet again Mando demanded you stay on the ship.

It was suffocating.

Your choice was clear. You only really had one option, run. Run as far and as fast as you can. he was one of the best trackers in the galaxy, but you were a vicious machine bred and trained, ruthless and aggressive. You would do anything to taste the sweet buzz of adrenaline again, to feel truly alive once more. You were addicted to it, the smell of violence tugged at your heart, and the sadistic bite of pain made your insides twist and turn in with-drawl. You really couldn't control it any longer. The sweet temptations of the galaxy before you we're all-encompassing.

Back to the plan. It was night, the ship was sunken into the blanket of night. You checked the wall clock, 02:19AM. Perfect; Din would be asleep around now and locked away in his cabin with the Kid - that meant no distractions. You quietly slid out of the bed, silently slipping on your trousers, tunic and everything else you'd need - both your thigh knife holsters and the chest cueress. you slid on the poncho Mando had let you borrow to keep warm and slowly left the cabin.

And you were practically on autopilot. You made no sound as you edged around the hull - ensuring you missed furniture and loose bits of metal as you had memorised the ship in the little time you'd spent on it. You found yourself stood just outside of Din's cabin, right next to the weapons cabinet. You had one shot at this, and you prayed to the maker above that he was in a deep enough sleep to not wake up to the sound of you ransacking his weapons stash. As quietly as you could, you tapped the code into the keypad to the right and the doors swung open, you caught them before they made the classic tap against the wall of the ship.

You didn't have much time, hurry.

You eyed the contents and quickly grabbed the two Karambit knives Mando had gifted you, along with the bag and belt of throwing knives, and two combat Beskar knives too. You *borrowed* a couple of charges as well as a blaster, which you hastily tucked into the back of your pants. You eyed the cupboard for something to holster it in, and you found yourself lucky as you grabbed a secondary thigh holster. You're pretty sure it was one of Mando's shin holsters he used for the Vibro-blade that sat tucked in his boot, but it'd hold the blaster for now and it was small enough to wrap the upper part of your thigh. Perfect. You needed credits too - you hated having to steal from Din, but if you had any chance of getting off if this rock without him, you had to do what was necessary; so you took the bag of credits sat comfy in the corner of the cupboard and emptied a few into your hands. You took what you needed and placed the credits into the pouch with the throwing knives.

With as much caution as before, you closed the doors to the cupboard, to then hastily make your way to the kitchen. You grabbed what you could that was at hand, a few protein bars, an empty flask and a dried packet of fruit. You didn't fill up the flask as you knew the sound of running water would wake Din up - you could find somewhere on the way. He'd left a shoulder satchel in the corner of the room and you swung it over your shoulder, placing more food and other bits into it as stealthily as you could.

You'd got everything you needed, now came the hard part. You crept out of the kitchen and into the main hull, quietly stepping until you were face to face with the ramp. You knew this would wake him up, but you were betting on the fact that he was either in really, really deep sleep or he would be too slow getting up and out to catch the direction you'd be leaving. That was another thing.

Where would you go?

You thought back to your survival training and countless hours spent tracking, stalking targets. You could do this, you were more than qualified. trust in yourself.

You took a deep breath before punching the code into the keypad for the ramp. the loud whir of electric motors grinding into life reverberated through the hull, and you didn't miss the distinctive clash and thud of Din falling out of his bed and trying his best to put his armour on.

But he was too slow.

By the time he'd gotten into the cockpit and aimed his blaster, you were gone.

---

You ran like your life depended on it - well, it pretty much did because you knew if Din caught up to you you were practically dead anyway. The man had pretty good taps on his temper but you were sure that he would just about lose his shit if he got hold of you. And that adrenaline, that fantastic sick rush is what fuelled you to run, and run, and run.

Luckily you had been quick enough to leave the ship, and Din didn't manage to get a grip on which direction you'd left - but you knew he had some sort of tracking gadget in that metal lid of his so you would have to be smart. Find somewhere busy and mix up the tracks, maybe even switch out your footwear or - wait, you could carve a new tread into the soles of your boots; perfect. But not now, because if he was tracking you he'd instantly notice the change - you needed commotion to confuse and render his tracking software useless.

You'd been running for around an hour now - more than your body would normally be able to cope with at this tempo, but you couldn't rest, you had to find a way off of this planet. You took a second to take in your surroundings. The heavy bushland had initially thickened into a desolate forest, but after some time you found the tree density to be thinning out, and after another half hour of running you found yourself at the back entrance to some sort of settlement or town.

You took a second to compose yourself, it was still incredibly early in the morning, but you didn't have time to wait.

You strode into the town, and it became apparent quite quickly that luck was on your side. As you peered around the corner the lights of a shipyard lit up in the far distance of the settlement. It wasn't anything big, but it was enough - a couple of ships lay dormant in the 5 or 6 bays at the far end of town.

You'd never stolen a ship before.

Trying not to act suspicious in case anyone was watching, you walked down through the main street of the town. The grass and moss had all but withered away into a solid dirt track, and the huts made of wood from the forest trees littered the surrounding landscape. It was quiet but serene, and you definitely felt a pang of guilt knowing that you were not the type of person that would be welcome here, you'd only cause trouble; and by the looks of things, they didn't get much trouble around here. Eventually, you found yourself at the entry of the shipyard and you let your eyes roll over the selection of docked ships. Instantly you knew two of the prospective six were off-limits as their owners sat outside, slumped over in their chairs next to each other - and by the looks of the empty bottles of alcohol, they were out for good. This was ideal, things couldn't be better. As you scanned the area, you noticed the ship you'd be taking.

It was an odd shape, but for some reason or another, you couldn't help but feel like you'd seen it before. It was definitely familiar, but from where you wouldn't know. It had a long snout of sorts and was sharp and precise in its craftsmanship. On either side, long triangles perched high, like ears. It was definitely unique, but it was in tidy condition and would do for what you needed.

Taking another look around, you quietly made your way over. To your astonishment, the ship was left unlocked. Surely a ship of this condition wouldn't be left in such a state of complete in-security? Either way, finders keepers.

You pressed the button to open the ramp and quickly made your way inside as it closed behind you. You hurried into the cockpit, instantly recognising the universal controls and powering the ship on. You clicked the holo-map and found the quickest path out of the atmosphere into space, you could worry about where to go later, you just needed to get off the ground. Flipping the switch for the thrusters, you felt the blazing roar of engines vibrate the cockpit and before you could think twice about what you were doing, you'd pulled the control arm back and were lifting into the sky. Turning the ship in a 180 away from the direction of the Razor Crest, you edged your way out from the dock and into the pre-planned flight path you'd programmed just moments before.

And just like that, you were gone. ---

Din awoke to the sound of the Razor Crest ramp opening, and before he could even register what he was doing, he was clumsily stumbling out of his bed and onto the hard dura-steel floor. The Kid awoke with a startled cry, and the bashing and clanking of Beskar being hurriedly worn didn't help matters - he could sense something was wrong. But Din wasn't fast enough, as when the door to his cabin opening and he strode out, blaster pointed and finger itching on the trigger, the hull was empty.

Odd, there's no one here, why - wait.

Din ran over to your cabin but knew better than to barge in. Instead, he hastily rapped his knuckles against the door.

"Hey! Wake up, did you open the ramp, are you ok?" Nothing. Dead silence. He tried again, this time knocking harder and with a bit more haste. "HEY! GET UP," and again, there was no response. Something wasn't right. He knew that breaking into your room was a complete breach of your privacy, but he'd rather deal with the consequences of your wrath than find you hurt, or worse. He shot the blaster into the keypad of the door and it flew open, but what he found was not what he expected. He expected you to either be asleep or to even be mid-fight with an intruder. Not for you to not be there.

This was worse, so much worse.

He turned and punched the side of the wall, groaning out in both parts pain from the impact of his knuckles against the dura-steel, and part from the rage and frustration at the realisation that this was his fault.

You'd left him.

The only person he could ever confide in, to let his guard down and allow himself to have some sort of pleasure in life; the only person he trusted, and you were gone. He didn't have time for this though, he had to find you, apologise, just do something. He couldn't let you just walk away from this, you'd been through too much together, and if you weren't there with him, he couldn't protect you. He'd nearly lost you once, he couldn't do it again.

He all but ran to the weapons locker, grabbing his pulse rifle and a few charges, the usual load-out he would take when tracking a bounty - and that's what he supposed this was, it was his job to track people, its all he'd ever done. Yet he still felt as nervous as his first time - what if he didn't find you?

And then the question of *why* burned its way to the front of his mind. What had he done to push you away like this?  Yes, you'd shared a few intimate moments, but he was under the impression that, well, you enjoyed it just as much as he did... what had he done so wrong to make you want to leave, without even saying goodbye? He understood you were frustrated with him for stopping you from coming with him, but he only wanted what was best for both you and the Kid - taking you both with him was just not on the cards, even on a safe planet like this. You were more than capable of holding your own, that was made evident by the way you handled the Bounty that he'd brought back not a few hours ago. It was incredible, the way you moved so effortlessly but with clear, unhinged violence; it was beautiful, *you* were beautiful - yet he hated the ironic bond you shared with aggression and beauty - it was like you couldn't have one without the other, that your DNA was composed of the complicated connection both traits possessed and any attempt to strip or mutate your makeup would ruin you. Deep down he wished you weren't as skilled as you were because then he would have a reason other than his own selfishness to tell you to stay behind. But, he didn't... you were made to fight like he was, and he was being the biggest damn hypocrite by denying your basic rights to freedom.

He had to put these feelings aside. Focus on the task at hand - finding you and making sure you were safe. He would turn this galaxy upside down, wreak undying havoc among those that stopped him from getting to you.

He had to hunt like his life depended on it.

---

You had safely made it out of the upper atmosphere and were now sat comfortably in the vacuum of space. Your fingers trailed the star map in front of you - desperate to find somewhere to bunker low, maybe even take on some underground work and earn a few extra credits, just enough to tide you over so you can resupply and form a contingency plan.

Yavin...nope, Hoth...nope, Mustafar, definitely not...Tatooine...

Tatooine.

Perfect.

You'd heard of the secluded little dust planet on the outer rim, and it was notorious for its harbouring of the Hutts and criminals alike. That's exactly what you were looking for, you'd fit right in; plus you knew it'd be easy to get work, maybe even an underground bounty or two?

You punched in the flight plan and took a swig of water from the flask you'd just recently filled up. you had struck gold with this ship - it was full of food and medical supplies, and even had an impressive cabinet of weapons too. it was exactly what you needed. So, without hesitation, you were off.

_____

You honestly thought he'd have found you by now, but you mused the growing fear that maybe you were right.

He didn't care about you.

It had been eight months now and Din still hadn't shown his face.

Your time on Tatooine had been one you hadn't expected. You initially fled to the sandbox to get away from Din and abuse the freedom you thought you had earned, but the gimmick soon wore thin and now you were living like a hermit in the middle of the desert. You'd tried to save face after a particularly violent cantina shootout which was incidentally but unsurprisingly your fault, and so you fled the small town of Mos Espa. You trawled the desert for a few days until you came across a nice little secluded cave. Upon further inspection it seemed to be abandoned, the telltale traces of a previous life from long ago littered the inside. Dusty blankets and old kitchenware were tidily packed away as if the previous owner knew they wouldn't return, but they left things in such an order in which anyone would still be welcome in their domain. And so you took solitude in this little hiding spot of yours, bringing the ship back for safekeeping by parking it just next to the entrance of the cave.

The supplies on the ship had lasted you a while, three weeks if you rationed sensibly - but you knew you couldn't keep it up for long so get yourself busy with renovating the place. You came across the skeletal remnants of a water catcher and after a couple of days of tinkering, you got the old bit of kit running. That was your water sorted, now just food.

Whilst you had enough credits to last you a while, you reasoned on finding a somewhat stable source of income that would allow you to buy essentials, bits and pieces and any materials you may need to keep the water catcher running. So, at the start of your second week in your new humble abode, you set out for Mos Espa, and after a few drop-ins and questionable interview tactics, you'd managed to grab yourself a job as a barmaid.

It didn't pay particularly well, but it was just enough to get by and put food on the table. Life was simple.

Sweet.

Innocent.

Something you never thought you would be entitled to, something you knew you didn't deserve the privilege of experiencing. You had done enough damage in your lifetime to warrant another full of debt - and yet you found yourself on your back, counting the stars in a constellation you hadn't seen before, the cold touch of night soothing the phantom pain of singularity - the regret of your choice to be alone.

Because as much as you loved this new quiet life you had manufactured, it was nothing worth substance if you were not to share it with anyone.

You craved the intimate connection forged between two souls - that of which you would read about in mythical books of old, or listen upon as wise words were spoken in hindsight around the dying light of a fire. The indescribable feeling of love, companionship, trust.

It was something you had never felt in completion, and the slightest taste had you craving more to the point of insanity.

You thought you wanted to escape.

You thought you wanted to be free.

You thought you wanted to be alone.

Tragedy only strikes when the mind and soul are in disillusionment; when the body is so preoccupied chasing its lust that it refuses to listen to its reason.

Blind.

But you supposed that it all made sense now. The false pretences you had stumbled across, this home you had forged out of desperation for freedom.

Home isn't the place, the bricks or windows or doors.

Home is where the heart is, and your heart resided in the lost arms of Beskar.

_____

"Hey, Grogu?" Din asked from the pilot's seat. The little green gremlin's head shot up out of recognition, his toothy grin and litte 'eh?' spurring the hidden grin igniting on Din's face.

"You think she's ok, out there?" He asked.

"Patoo?" Grogu grunted.

Din chuckled, turning back to face the viewport before replying, "Y'know, wherever she is. Do you think she is doing alright?" He mused, head resting back against the seat. His search to find any Jedi willing to train Grogu had coming up short. Ahsoka had sent him to the seeing stone; she said Grogu would make his decision. His decision was to stay with the Mandalorian. Din was torn by this, he wanted Grogu to learn the way of his people, to become the incredible Jedi he knew he could be - whatever a Jedi truly was anyway; but he also needed Grogu more than many would realise. Din didn't let it on, but the day you left, he had never been the same. He had Grogu, yes, but that was different.

Grogu gave him something to focus on, something to care and nurture, to keep him grounded whenever he found himself wanting to just fly away from the mess he called a life.

But you gave him something to live for. He'd never mourned the loss of presence, of physical contact. He practically lived by a code that repressed said urges; a code that denied any humility. And yet for the last eight months, all he had done was grieve the loss of your lost promises, his own wishes for comfort.

People deal with loss in different ways, but like you, Din found himself being irresponsible. Hed made stupid mistakes. Hed done things he would never be able to seek forgiveness from for simply speaking the words would surely cast him as nothing but wild. Hed committed sins he knew earned him a first-class seat to the fiery pits of beyond, but the pain of your absence was torturous enough as it was, and he'd rather pay his debt with interest than feel the consequences of your disappearance any longer than he needed to. So after the few wreckless weeks of pure unbridled rage, and after a stern intervention from Cara and Carga, he finally managed to see somewhat straight.

He would find you, he had to. He would hunt you down like prey as his life depended on it.

Because it did.

He was truly alone.

The silence had never been so loud.

The nightmares had never been so violent.

______

You'd never seen the place so busy.

It was your lucky night it seemed, as you handed one of your friendly regulars their eighth drink. The cantina was flourishing, overflowing to the point where your boss Roscoe had to open up the back to allow for the partons to use the backyard as a makeshift drinks garden. It was the height of Tattoine summer and the suns were setting later and later into the night with each day that passed. It wasn't just the high suns and glorious weather that attracted your customers though, it was the now tactfully reduced amount of clothing you were wearing,

See, it was tactical for two reasons.

A - it was extremely hot and wearing any layers more than what was necessary was a form of self-punishment - so your ripped dregs for clothing would have to do. B - the fewer clothes you wore, the more tips you made.

At first, it felt wrong to scala van your body in this way, but you really needed the credits if you were to have any chance of leaving this dustbowl. You were tired of waiting for someone who is not coming back. So, anywhere better than here would do.

A loud whistle sounded from the other side of the bar. Rolling your eyes internally you reminded yourself that your shift ended in half an hour and you could be out of here and back in your bed within the hour. You turned, strolling over to the greasy bounty hunter who had called you over, your exposed hips swaying with more swagger than you actually possessed.

"Yes Honey?" You said in the fake charm you wore in the bar.

"Sweetheart, would you mind passing me a glass of your strongest?" The man winked as he spoke, the yellow and black spots of his lack of dental hygiene making you internally cringe. But you needed the credits and you didn't fancy another bar fight.

"Sure Honey, one half of our strongest is coming right up," you mused, seductively winking as you reached up the bar and grabbed the watered-down bottle of Correllian whiskey.

"Here'y'are Darlin, enjoy," winking as you walked away to serve the next customer. But you froze as you turned.

A metallic shine flashed from the far corners of the cantina, hidden.

Your head whipped around at the pace of stars but landed empty-handed. The stall was empty. You really had thought you'd gotten over the Mandalorian by now, and it had been a few weeks since you'd had any fleeting thoughts or wanton urges. But you could've sworn you saw the telltale reflection of Beskar under neon lights. You shook your head at the thought and proceeded with your next order.

"Pretty thing you are aren't ya?"

"Thanks, Daru, such a poet with your words," you giggled convincingly at the regular. Daru had always been kind but his intentions were always clear. He wanted your body. You'd entertained the thought of it as a means of therapy, but it was fleeting and you swore to yourself you wouldn't fall that low. Daru was a handsome man, yes - honey-rich blonde curls and hazy green eyes spoke something of a mystery, of excitement. But the thought of adventure didn't tickle you like it used to, instead it petrified you. That excitement was only fuelled by one, and that fuel was finite.

"Just for tonight sweetheart, I'll make it worth your while," he murmurs, his lips sealed around the edge of the pint glass but his eyes fixed on yours. You lifted an eyebrow at him out of surprise.

"I'm sure you would Daru, but I am tired and haven't eaten all day, I just want to go home." You admit, hoping that the honesty card would steer him clear of you.

"I'll cook ya something if you like?" He offers.

"Its ok Daru, thankyou," you smiled solemnly - he was in no state to cook let alone perform.

"Why is it pretty women like you always turn down good guys like us, hmm?" He spits. You turn from where you'd been walking away, the previous softness you faked for him now shifting into a cold glare, but he continued despite your silent warning, "do ya just want arseholes who fuck you and leave you in the dirt, who hurt you and take what they want without askin'?"

"Daru..." you warn, your hand slipping to hover over the karambit hidden under the ripped chiffon of your thigh.

"What? Are you gonna beat me up, princess? What is a pretty little thing like you gonna do to a fuckup of a man like me? I've hurt people sweetheart." He hisses, standing aggressively and squaring his shoulders to you from across the bar.

The cantina is silent, all eyes now trained on you.

You tried so, so hard not to lose your shit. And you nearly held it together until Daru spoke one too many words.

"You're just a pretty mouth and a fuckable cunt"

Before he had time to react, you pulled him by the collar of his shirt, his face now only moments away from yours.

"And I've killed people, Daru, I've killed people for a lot less," you whisper to just him. His eyes widen, his realisation that the glint in your eye wasn't that of fear, but of restraint. Daru shifted and pulled but it was no use. You grabbed his empty glass from the side of the bar table and smashed it across his temple, the glass shattering and cutting both his head and your palm. But this didn't phase you as you moved your hand to the back of his head and pushed his temple into the glassy shards littering the table. He screamed as the sandy shards embedded into his flesh, but his plight was short-lived as you plunged the sharpened Beskar which hid on your hip into the nape of his neck, pinning his now lifeless body to the table.

The blood poured like a fine rum.

"Out." You mutter, but it was loud enough for those inside to hear and within a few seconds the room was empty.

"He had it coming." Comes a familiar metallic voice.

"Excuse me?" You chide as you look up, but stalling in your tracks.

There he stood.

The plight of your nightmares for the last year.

Confident and swave.

Regrettably so.

#the mandalorian #a slice of depressioni #din djarin #din be SAD #you be SAD #star wars #sad boi hours #din djarin fanfiction #din needs a hug #mandalorian fanfic #baby yoda #angry din #mando x reader #mando x you #the mandolorian s2 #mando s2 #mando.exe has stopped working #the mandolarian #mando and grogu #depressed din #pls mind the tags tho #din fanfic #we love u din #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you

[tsukiyamavalentine]

Stuff About Grocery Store/Supermarket Man (My Son):

I don’t really talk abt the Grocery Store Gang much bc that’s kinda the point. But we need to talk about my son.

This is probably my most direct self-insert and frankly it’s a tradegy luv xx

Like, I don’t even wanna talk about the amount of personal stuff I put into this bitch. But writing helps me deal with stuff.

It’s my oc i get to choose the trauma!

So anyway, let’s talk about my fleshy son; grocery store man.

~~~

• Sometimes he has a name, but it always changes.

• His sister is the many-eyed woman who watches customer service. She is very protective of him (Post about her to come).

• He doesn’t like talking to people that aren’t Bunny, Pasha or Delius. He only barely tolerates Dory.

• He knows what ALLAN is, but fears it. He often tries to warn Bunny about ALLAN, but Bunny is convinced it’s safe.

• He is convinced he is not lonely, bc he has his sister and Bunny.

• He has no idea about anything going on outside the Supermarket. All he knows is what Bunny and his sister tell him.

• He has never been to a different part of the Grocery Store.

• The fresh produce section and backrooms are at the very back of the shop, so he has never seen the entrance to the store.

• He has never been outside.

• He has never been sick. He just drinks Calpol for the taste.

• If he gets stressed or too emotional (any emotion, happy, sad, literally any emotions), he explodes. Like just blink and your covered in guts explode (y’all seen Ready Or Not?)

• After exploding, he’ll reform within 2-6 hours or 3-4 working days, but often his sister has to help the reformation process.

• Sometimes if he reforms, he will have more developed or undeveloped parts. His newest development is a working penis.

• ALLAN can make him explode.

• He really likes fruit and vegetables. Really.

• He can only eat soft food bc his teeth and digestive system don’t work properly yet.

• He doesn’t need to eat, but he enjoys eating fruit with Bunny.

• He likes insects and monkeys.

• He refuses to read anything that isn’t Ira Levin. His favourite book is The Stepford Wives.

• Bunny made him watch DHMIS with them once and he exploded, but now it’s all he watches.

• He has seen other people a few times, but all bc Bunny brought them with them.

• He met Kazuo once and bit him. Kazuo punched him in the face. It was very messy.

• He would like to leave the supermarket one day, to see a monkey, but he knows it’s too dangerous, even if his sister went with him. It’s easier to just spend his life indoors and convince himself he’s satisfied with that life.

~~~

So, um, yeah.

That’s all on grocery store man for now.

This OC gets under me. Like, especially with the arc I have planned for him (that won’t be in ALI tho, it’ll be in a later fic, hopefully).

I do like this OC anyway (I love the GS/SM gang), but I understand why others may not as for the duration of ALI, he is pretty odd, I guess.

But he’s rly special to me. 🥰

He will appear briefly in WCGIDP/INHA which will show some of his development. However, his appearance there is secondary to the grocery store, which is a beast of its own.

Anyway. I like doing these posts. I want to do one on Delius soon, and the Many-Eyed Woman. Shelby might get one but I’m not too sure. I also want to redo the aesthetic boards at some point too so maybe I’ll work on that next!

💕🌷🥰

#ghosty toasty posty #ghostys ocs #oc #original character #fanfic #fanfiction #grocery store man #grocery store gang #writing #personal kinda #headcanons #info post

[taki118]

I was bored made a thing

OOC - Even when younger I never shipped with Zelda but Ruto has grown on me with time. Still you cant deny Malon is best girl.

WW - I use to ship Tetra the most (really the only linkxzelda i like) but on my last play through Milia snuck up on me, i found myself wishing she had more to say with link. Komali is also new the idea of link helping him after Medli is so angsty i love it. Medli is such a sweety so i coulda not ship her. (though it is even with Komali)

TP - Midna use to be my top ship but as time goes on i find myself brotping them more and like link just seems to love Ilia so god damn much. Shade and Hena were again surprises on replay, Shade is just so excitable about his research i started imagining the two on a journey, and Hena is so into fishing i started thinking about Link just relaxing with her fishing. 

SS - Ok come on Peatrice is cute and i love that technically Link can have a girlfriend in this game. Kina reminded me so much of Malon I just cant help myself. I DARE you to tell me Groose doesnt have a tiny crush on link, but also imagine the absolute perfect love triangle here, Groose->Zelda->Link->Groose im laughing just thinking about it. 

BoW - Im sorry the tradegy and softness of MiphaxLink is just too strong for me that Sidon has to come second but sunshine sharkman is a close second. The idea of Paya misunderstanding Links interest in her is so funny and right up my alley. Buliara is a bit of a stretch but the idea of this woman finally being able to relax and soften cause of link is very cute to me. BONUS I couldnt fit it on the thing but OT3 Link x Teba x Saki cause i think you know this man deserves to have a sweet domestic life with lovely bird people.

Feel free to take and use yourself 

#legend of zelda #link #ship #shipping #im shipping trash #loz

[flashfuture]

Kyle is just like an example of “making yourself the chosen one” like I have trouble calling him, in himself, special because I don’t think he is, everything he’s done he’s legit worked for, he put the time in and life...worked allowed him to have a win? He’s like changed a lot but something I like about him as like a character is that he’s still the same idiot in an alley Ganthet found back in the 90’s who just happens to be a god now. Plus I love his costume changes, feels natural. Though, if me and my nonexistent wisdom were to create a Kyle Rayner lantern costume(tm) I would certainly have to make the male version of Sailor Moon’s white dress from the end of the first big arc of that anime, the one she wears while “power of love” plays in the background. That one but like battle ready.

Speaking of that; if there was one comedy one shot I read it be Ganthet and Kyle as roommates or rather, Ganthet freeloading at Kyle’s place. Kyle intergretating Ganthet for lying about not having darks to put in the wash and Ganthet insisting he gave all he had and he should just put on a half load and Kyle insinuating his mother would materialize out of the ether and Nag him if he did that. Along with one where Kyle has to go basic training for the first time and all his brother figures act like assholes in a typical sibling fashion and Kyle complains the whole time. Or one where it illustrates Kyle’s first meetings with John and Guy and giving them back their rings, Kyle expressing fir the first time he truly feels like he belongs to something instead of something in the abstract when it comes to being a GL. All that cheese.

Okay, last one but cause i gen don’t know, does...does anyone of his friends...know about Alex and what happened to her? Like reading some old stuff made me realize that the same way Kyle spoke about Alex achieving her dream of being a top photographer someday reminded me of how he talks to Conner about his own aspirations which like...makes me feel a certain way.

Exactly I’ve never taken the whole chosen one seriously. Like okay yes based on how the rings work it would have chosen Kyle like it chooses anyone. Which means when Kyle said it could have been me or the drunk in the alley probably not. Ganthet dropped down onto Kyle and said you’ll do cause it does take a special someone to wield the ring. But Kyle wasn’t like destined to be the savior of the Lantern Corps or born to be the Torchbearer. He was just one of actually quite a few humans who could wield the GL ring. And he happened to be the quickest one Ganthet could get to and dump the ring on. 

Yes yes yes the idea of Ganthet just living in Kyle’s house being a menace is everything. Ganthet already took everything else from Kyle why not his spare bedroom. And Kyle was a drifter before he was chosen to be a Lantern. I think he’d just dropped out of art school he was drinking too much on the weekends and frankly just unsure of himself. Being the Torchbearer made him sure of himself. 

Kyle Rayner is a story of building yourself up and being special no matter who you are. Kyle having a single immigrant mother from Ireland also fits really well with this theme. 

Pssh the idea of Kyle being put through training because he technically never completed it is so funny to me. “Okay Lantern Rayner basic construct 101″ 

“Hal I literally held Ion you know the embodiment of will inside me, I’ve got this” 

“Sorry I’m hearing complaining when I should be seeing green boxes” 

“I’m gonna kill you, complain to Guy, and then watch him kill you- again. And speaking of which I’m pretty sure I at least played a hand in your resurrection so”  “Drills rookie- Drills” 

Okay and I think everyone knows about Alex. And by everyone I mean the whole superhero community. Kyle pretty readily offered up the tradegy to Ollie once. And Carol knew about it (in a time we all forget ever happened) 

The Lanterns are notoriously shit at secret identities so yeah pretty sure everyone who knows Kyle knows that Alex was killed. 

And Kyle and Connor were best friends like so quick. Kyle met the dude once and then was inviting him on a cross-country road trip. (and trying to work out if he was gay too) 

#ask #also yes to Kyle in a sailor moon outfit #look Kyle is for certain an anime nerd #cosplay has to be the first thing he did with his ring

[do-gooders-and-mad-science]

The Power Of Mortality | Drabble

It was in the middle of night, Kaiyo was spending the night at the hospital where his mother was staying, he sat by her bed resting his elbows on his legs and his chin on his balled up hands as he looks out the window. “...You’re calling me now aren’t you?” He muttered as he kept staring before a red flash in the distance catches his eyes before he closes them, his eyes open full of determination.

Kaiyo stands up and collects his jacket he goes to his sleeping mother and kisses her forehead, Nozomi stays sleeping but she smiles a little before Kaiyo went to leave the room he gently slides the door closed before he heard a voice. “Don’t go...” Erika, the love of his life begged standing there hugging herself her face full of worry.

“...I have too...” Kaiyo replied keeping his back to her.

“Why? Becuase he says so? You don’t owe that monster a fight just because he says so!” She said back. “K-Kaiyo look at me... You could atleast do that... He almost killed you last time you fought...”

“It’s not about me Erika... It’s about her, you, Layla, our friends, everyone we’ve ever cared about, so long as he’s still running around we’re all in danger, I have to stop him for good.” Kaiyo reasoned as he faces her. “...Take care of mom for me... I’m going to end this.” He nods before he moved away from the door before he felt Erika wrap her arms around her boyfriend.

“D-Don’t go!” She said her voice cracking as she couldn’t hold back. “I hate what this has done to you... You’ve had to change so much... Don’t go... Stay with me... Just chuck that damn sword in the ocean and forget it... Please...” She weeped before Kaiyo pulled her arms off and turned to face her again.

Kaiyo leans down a bit to meet her lips giving her a sweet and gentle kiss. “...I’m coming back... I promise... I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Erika.” He tells her to help.

“You better... Idiot.” Erika sniffles before she finally let’s Kaiyo go once he was out of her sight she couldn’t help but start crying again.

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“ALARIC!” Kaiyo roared as the two meet at a rooftop just as it started to rain heavily but neither man cared as they got soaked. “...This is it... One of us isn’t leaving this fight...” Kaiyo said.

“...I wouldn’t have it any other way my boy!” Alaric chuckles holding his sword and book. “Your face... You saw her didn’t you? The last swordsman to hold that blade...” He asked about Kaiyo’s expirence seeing the past.

“I did... And now I’m here to remind you of something you’ve forgotten a long time ago...” Kaiyo said as he takes out his driver and the new, bulkier book he got from his expirence the rain pouing down on both. Ocean Berserker Merman! A monster awakens to justice to destroy the evil he once served! The book reads it’s story before Kaiyo jams the book in it’s slot.

Eternal King Of Blood! Jaou Read! “And what would that be?” Alaric asked before slotting his own book in and transforms  Break open the book Iron and Blood! Sink in your fangs! Make your home in the Shadow of your power and BLOOOOOD! Eternal Bloody King! Prey I do not find you!

“This is the Power of a Finite life! The power of Mortality!” Kaiyo yells before drawing his sword. Umi Battou! King of The Sea, Joining the Fray, Ocean Beserker Merman! To Summerise He’s stronger than ever!

The freshly formed rider suits are doused in rain before the two of them take up their blades and charge eachother both of them slamming there swords on the other’s shoulders and both drag their swords down the others torsos sparks flying off them both as they both stumble back but the difference in power could be seen as Kaiyo recovers faster and charges the vampire slashing him again before holding his arm up to use his new weapon.

Berserker Booster! He fires of powerful thunder blasts SHOCK! the armlet calls as it fires. “The last time you ever showed mercy was when you were forced to kill the last Jagged! Becuse you knew she was right! Your inaction in your own ranks killed those children! That... On top of not saving your daughter... It broke your heart didn’t it?” He asked.

“Do not pitty me boy!” Alaric roars as he slashes at Kaiyo but misses by a mile as Kaiyo sinks into the wanter. “Dammit!” He yells before Kaiyo jumps out from behind him slashing Alari’s back.

“You closed your heart off from everything cuz it was easier than to face the tradegy... Isn’t that right!?” Kaiyo yells.

“SHUT UP!” Alaric yells swinging widely before Kaiyo blocks and punches him back sending Alaric into the small wall on the roof. “I know what I am... I am a monster... Monsters aren’t allowed families... Friends... Happiness... It is forbidden for one like me to feel... I know that now... There is no going back for me!” He yells as he charges up a finisher.

Kaiyo puts his sword in the belt before starting his finisher. Ocean Berserker Hissatsu Douka! Umi Battou! “You’re wrong... Let this sword open your eyes!” Kaiyo yells as he charges Alaric.

The two run at eachother ready to strike but just as Alaric was going to strike he hears a voice “Alaric... You can stop...” and a face flashes before his eyes. “LeFay...” He muttered the hesitation gave Kaiyo his window to hit Alaric slashing Alaric with his full power Ocean Berserker Hissatsu Giri!

The two stood their backs too eachother for a few moments as the rain finally stops Alaric looks back. “...So this is the power of mortality...” He said with a slight chuckle before drops his sword and he fades away leaving his swords and books behind.

“...Goodbye... Alaric.” Kaiyo looked back as he de-transformed before he squints turning to see the sunrise.

#//Kaiyo #//Alaric #//drabble