#and thus have no idea why you even should follow orders

[puzzledemigod]

God pinocchio is so sad, any version of the story really but Guillermo del Toro really knows how to explore that side of it

#guillermo del toro #you didn't ask to come into the world but there are already so many expectations placed on you and you're already disappointing everyone #you're supposed to be someone else you're trying to be yourself but that's just a pale imitation of the real thing #you're different and it's impossible to hide it and you don't even understand why you should untill it's already too late #you're a child with no infancy you've never been taught the rules of this world and you don't have the leniency of being a baby #learn fast! quell your curiosity! obey! chose right! while you don't even understand the love and respect you yourself were born with #and thus have no idea why you even should follow orders #you're a newborn whose actions have consequences and you're imperfect in the eyes of those who're supposed to love you #pinocchio

[hannieehaee]

raindrops (an angel cried) (teaser)

18+ / mdi

summary: being assigned watching duties over humans was usually a task reserved for high level angels. on jeonghan's first week of promotion, he finds himself far too curious about licentious human activities, becoming infatuated with his assigned human. what happens when his interest goes too far, it gets him kicked out of heaven?

content: fallenangel!jeonghan, jeonghan is your guardian angel up until he gets kicked out of heaven oops, infatuation, inexperienced jeonghan, even as an angel he's still a menace to all, heaven is super strict, afab reader, smut, oral (m receiving), mentions of masturbation, penetrative sex, etc.

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"Who is that?", asked Jeonghan, apprehension in his eyes.

"That's your human."

"My human? I'm getting a promotion?"

"Listen, Jeonghan. I had to call in a lot of favors to get the higher ups to let you get this promotion. You better follow the rules to the letter. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Kwannie, I know," he rolled his eyes, "Why do you have so little trust in me?"

"I'm serious, Jeonghan. If you keep messing up, you might get kicked out of heaven. Do you really want to be down there with the humans? Being a mortal?"

Jeonghan couldn't help but think the idea sounded enticing.

He hadn't had too much exposure to humans thus far, but he had always had great interest in them. They just sounded so free and different from one another, unlike in heaven, where specific behavior was to be expected from every working angel.

Within heaven, you were either born as an elite sort of angel, – with all their angelic duties assigned – or you were born human and then admitted into heaven as an angel, getting to enjoy eternal happiness with your loved ones. Jeonghan, sadly, was the former. Having been born into an angel position, it meant that although his life was not miserable by any means, it was just a closed box of responsibilities to fulfill until the end of eternity. He truly envied all the humans-turned-angels in heaven, often asking them about their memories as humans and trying to live vicariously through them.

Due to his constant curiosity of humans, Jeonghan often got in trouble as he stuck his nose in places it shouldn't be. As an angelic being, Jeonghan's duties as an angel were mostly clerical, managing which human each angel would be assigned to as a guardian angel. Ever since being born as an angelic entity, Jeonghan's dream had been to be promoted into a guardian angel position. In his current job, the most interaction with humans he ever got was the ability to see a quick overview of their timelines in order to assess which guardian angel would be the best fit for them. His job was comfortable and stable, never causing him any trouble. But he wanted more. He wanted to be down there, on the playing field as he watched over his own human.

So he would cheat occasionally, maybe snooping into human's lives for more than he was allowed to. Sometimes he'd pause on certain bits that drew a little curiosity and simply observe. He'd also on occasion tried to make his way down to Earth, only to check things out on his own. All his attempts were always met with reprimands from his higher ups, claiming that a soul as curious as his own should not be near humans. The existence of angels was meant to stay a myth, after all.

When Seungkwan took him into one of the offices designated for guardian angels, Jeonghan had been shocked. He had been banned from being brought here a few years back, so it was a very well appreciated change of pace for him. What was even more shocking, however, was when Seungkwan led him into one of the sphere rooms, which contained a view of any and every human in existence in real time. The most shocking thing, though? The pretty girl reflecting on the globe, very deep in slumber as Seungkwan revealed Jeonghan's promotion.

"Her old guardian angel retired. Chose to move to the land of humans-turned-angels. Angel Jihoon was simply going to ask you to assign her a new angel, but I put in a good word for you, so he gave you the job. Don't fuck it up, Jeonghan. Do you understand?", his friend was quite stern as he warned him.

"Big words for an angel."

"Don't go puritanical on me, Jeonghan. Your behavior in Heaven doesn't matter. It's when you meddle with humans that you'll get in trouble. Just ... Please follow the rules and don't step out of line."

Seungkwan was right. From all the accounts he heard from angels who had died and gone to heaven, Heaven and Earth were quite similar. People held jobs, lived a day to day life, had relationships. There were a few stark differences, though. There was no suffering in Heaven – no illness, no tiredness, no debilitating feelings. Sure, frustration and annoyance were a thing (God knew Jeonghan had felt those things), but it was virtually impossible to be truly unhappy in Heaven.

Jeonghan had no problem with Heaven, he was just far too curious about humans to stay still and do nothing. He was not allowed to admit it, but he had always wanted to know what it'd be like to be human. To live through pain, struggle, confusion. He just wanted to experience it all.

Angels had no needs in heaven. Hunger didn't exist, neither did aging or an itch to do or feel things humans usually engaged in. For instance, while Jeonghan had heard of sex and romantic relationships, this was something that angels did not have the innate desire to feel, as they were born fulfilled in every sense. Human-born angels, however, brought their humanly experiences and emotions along with them to heaven, sometimes telling tales of such things, always drawing Jeonghan's curiosity to new heights.

Looking at you through the sphere, Jeonghan felt excitement at thinking of what humanly emotions you may be feeling. He also felt giddy at knowing that you would one day come to pass onto his heavenly realm, where he would meet you after having known you for the entirety of your lifetime.

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[qqueenofhades]

I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to argue with people about the worthlessness of voting third party. They just keep insisting that the influence is worth it, and that I was a coward for daring to suggest that we don't HAVE any other options than Democratic. I even cited how voting third party likely played a part in Al Gore losing ffs.

There's no "likely" about it, Ralph Nader DID directly cost Gore the election. He ran explicitly on the same "both parties are the same, so leftists/liberals should vote for me instead" rhetoric that we are still seeing among the Online Left, and it was successful: he got, for example, over 97,000 votes in Florida. Bush won Florida (and thus the presidency) by a miniscule 537 votes, after the fuckery of Bush v. Gore and SCOTUS ordering the recount stopped in Bush's favor. If the tiniest percentage of those Nader voters had gone for Gore, we would have had a president who was arguing in favor of tackling climate change in the year 2000. We would have been incredibly ahead of the curve. We would, in all likelihood, have a president who took the CIA's warnings of an impending al-Qaeda attack in the US seriously. We would not have had the disastrous Afghanistan and Iraq invasions and the "War on Terror," the rampant Islamophobia, "No Child Left Behind," the 2008 economic crash, and everything else that Dubya and his band of bloodthirsty neocons inflicted on us in the early aughties. Look, I try not to look back too much, but having Gore instead of Bush as president would have reshaped the entire timeline we're living in to such an unfathomably better degree that every moron thinking of voting third party For The Protest should be sat down and forced to learn this history intimately. Of course, they already saw it happen in real time in 2016, but they didn't care about that either.

The good news is: there are plenty of persuadable voters out there, and you can do work to reach them and convince them to vote for Democrats! They're just not online, because all the Online Leftists are terminally brain-poisoned against voting anyway and trying to argue with them is generally a waste of time. Instead, what you should do is take a gander at the following links:

This is the one-stop shop page for volunteering to get Democrats elected. You can do in-person and remote work, there are tons of different ways to get involved (i.e. you don't have to go directly out and knock doors if that's not something you're comfortable with), and your local Democratic party will welcome the volunteer help. There is also a page for finding your state party website:

I went there, clicked on my state, opened the webpage, and there was a "Volunteer" link right in the header, with an easy and quick form to fill out to register your interest and explain the kinds of work you would be interested in doing. You can canvass directly, you can manage data on the back end, you can phone bank, you can send texts and postcards to voters who may need an extra nudge, you can otherwise work with your state party in lots of ways, and it will be so much more productive and make you feel so much better than arguing with online idiots who will never, ever change their minds. What you can do is reach out to voters in your own community, in your own state, and have conversations with people who actually ARE willing to listen, but might need a little more educating on the facts, what's at stake, the truth about this election, and the danger that Trump poses. All of this will convert into critically important Democratic votes, and you can actually put your desire to make a difference into action. So yeah. I would 100% suggest you do it this way instead. Good luck.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts

[ashensgrotto]

Hey I was reading your yandere Azul fanfic for like the 50th time and I had this idea for a request:

Can you do the other overblot boys in similar situations?

Also when are we going to have Azul's redemption arc when we get trapped in Scariba?

Have a lovely day/night/morning/afternoon

Why, greetings my dear anon! I’m happy that you enjoyed the ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’ to read it that many times - and I apologized that I haven’t been able to get started on the Scarbia segment yet (between that and Raison D’être plus work & other stories… and GloMas, I really need to get my priorities straight seriously -_-). However, I do intend on working on it as soon as I can so I can get it out sometime this month or in December - I mean, I think that would be the most logical since that one takes place during holiday break, right?

Now, for your request - I hope head cannons are alright for the time being. I’ll try to come back to them and do short stories for each of them that follows the same concept design as “Am I Feeling Love?” - which is the first installment of the Yandere!Azul series. I'm also going to divide this into two parts - about halfway through I realized I hadn't posted anything in a while and thus, I want to make it up to all of you for not writing or posting anything for some time.

Part 1 (Here) will feature Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, and Jamil Viper

Part 2 (Here) will feature Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia

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Riddle Rosehearts:

Yandere Riddle is more of the controlling type - that much is certain. While during his youth, he came across a story about ‘soulmates’ - and the idea of someone made for him took root like a weed in the rose garden. Although his mother ordered for him to dismiss the idea as nothing but a fairytale, Riddle could not push the idea away and it slowly became a source of comfort and drive - if he could stand out both in academics and athletics, surely his soulmate would recognize him as their other half. (There really was no way for him to search for his other half while trapped under his mother’s unwavering gaze, especially after the tart incident.) 

When he saw you in the mirror chamber for the first time many years later, he was awestruck by your grace and beauty, reminding him of how the queen of heart once was long ago… the problem was your impeccable timing. You had the worst sense of direction as well as time - quite literally to the point that he had to give you several (and I mean like five to ten) different watches to have on your person so you wouldn’t run late for your scheduled tea time and after school lessons with him (which he made a priority to keep an eye on your movements, especially with the way you hang around the ADuo).

He likes that you have a favorite tea flavor, but hates that you drink it. All. The. Time. (“There are other teas, you know?” he tells you softly, trying to reign in his urge to yell at you for drinking your tea when you should be drinking the green tea with honey that is required following a lesson with him.)

He recognizes you for your hard work - often watching you from the shadows when time permits as you paint the roses red, care for the hedgehogs, feed the flamingos in that pink attire he provided for you, and assist with the dorm’s random tea party celebrations. Riddle also enjoys your conversations - even though he would like it better if you opened your mouth and stopped speaking so quietly (“Look up, speak nicely. AND DON’T TWIDDLE YOUR FINGERS! Turn out your toes, curtsy, open your mouth a little wider and always say, ‘Yes, Housewarden Riddle.’" He’s constantly reminding you.)

The one thing he can not stand though: your friendship with Duece and Ace and the furball menace. He has added a new rule to the roster: ‘Rule #687: (Y/N) is to always be supervised by either Trey Clover or Cater Diamond when not in the presence of the housewarden.’ (It’s for your wellbeing, after all. Trey and Cater are much more reliable than those two annoying freshmen and fire-breathing direbeast.)

However, his real breaking point is when you side with Ace and Duece following the ‘collaring’. He wouldn’t have dreamed in a million years that you would’ve sided with them over him. He was only trying to look out for your best interests… the best interests of the dorm… He was supposed to be the one…

Leona Kingscholar:

Yandere Leona is more of the… dependent type. During his youth, one lazy afternoon, his older brother was talking to him about how he read in his studies about a certain smell that would allow him to know if his soulmate was nearby. Leona had at first shrugged it off, not really caring - after all, he wasn’t going to be king… why should he worry about finding the right one? He didn’t need annoying little brats running circles around him like his nephew did already… what a pain.

That changed the moment you entered the mirror chamber. Your scent wafted through the air and tickled Leona’s nose like a call of a hornbill to its mate. Leona could feel a need rising within him - a sudden need to protect and lay claim to you as his. And when the mirror turned you away, Ruggie was surprised when he stepped forward, offering a place to stay in Savanclaw.

It was no surprise to anyone that Leona decided to make you his personal gopher (although he knew that he couldn’t rely on you 24/7 as you weren’t allowed to attend the school - not that he cared much anyway for classes). During practice, you would bring water and snacks - the housewarden always scruffing the top of your head and messing your hair up, offering a cheeky grin that no one had seen before. In the dorm, you would sit with him and look over his homework and studies - Ruggie nearby to help you understand what was being taught, considering that this was something far beyond your understanding - especially since you had no magic ability either.

Speaking of which, Ruggie was the only other person - besides Leona - that was allowed to get close to you. Any other student that attempted to get within a foot of you would suffer under Leona’s frightening stare before choking on ‘King’s Roar��� until they begged for mercy when you weren’t around.

When the spelldrive tournament came up - and you unknowingly found out about the plan to hurt another student - you confronted Leona about it. Leona tried to play innocent - pretending not to know what you were talking about, Ruggie assisting with the typically ‘innocent until guilty’ look that he often gave you.

His last straw was when you and Jack warned the others of Savanaclaw's plan - the housewarden of Heartslabyul and his students effectively coming to your aid. Leona thought he could trust you… that you would respect him and love him as the king he was supposed to be…

Jamil Viper

Jamil is your typical stalker type - wanting to know about your every move, it’s ingrained in him after all. During his youth, he - along with the other servants of the Al-Asim home - would watch over the young masters as they grew up, one eye always on the lookout for danger that could befall the family. Kalim - as sweet and carefree as he was - would often spend time in Jamil’s presence, chewing his ear off with stories and such, Jamil often ignoring what he said or taking everything with a grain of salt. However - the story of the Scalding Sands princess and the thief never completely left his mind. Legends stated that the two were fated to be together - and the land had been prosperous during their reign. Jamil would often turn the story over in his mind a handful of times, but tsk at the idea of soulmates. It was only a fairy tale… right?

That changed the moment he saw you in the mirror chamber - your eyes wide by everything that was different and strange to you. If Jamil was honest, he thought back to the story of the desert princess and the thief right then and there - he imagined himself as the thief and you as the princess, and the longing that filled him had to be the same as it was for the thief when he had seen the princess’ beauty for the first time. It was easy to persuade Kalim to let you stay in Scarabia, using ‘Snake Whisper’ to charm him into allowing the headmaster for you to stay. Once within the safe confines of the dorm, Jamil offered for you to assist him with taking care of Kalim (“Trust me, my little desert flower,” he tells you, “things aren’t always as they seem. You will get what’s coming to you.”)

Speaking of which - like Azul’s pet name of ‘Angelfish,’ Jamil refers to you as ‘Desert Flower.’ When you asked why that was, Jamil would cough and say something about how you reminded him of the flowers back in the Scalding Sands - particularly the Desert Hyacinth (which is a parasitic plant, oddly enough).

Regardless, Jamil enjoys spending time with you - when not chasing Kalim around. In the evenings, when the dorm is asleep, he finds the evenings quite relaxing in your presence; playing Mancala on the carpeted flooring after having his feet rubbed in oil to alleviate the tension and pain from all the hard work he did. When he asks if there’s anything he can do for you in return, you simply smile and shake your head, explaining how you’re thankful for his kindness and generosity for keeping you company in the late evenings when you both know he should be getting rest.

However, as the holiday season approaches and the rest of the school heads home for the holidays, Jamil notices your disappearance one night - making him frantic to know where you had disappeared to. That fear turns into seething rage when you return with an octopus and two eels in tow - Jamil demanding to know what the meaning of this is. Out of the goodness of your heart, you explain that you sought help for him and Kalim - especially with Kalim’s strange mood swings making you more and more nervous with each passing day. The presence of the scheming octomer and his twin pals makes Jamil more on edge than ever - watching from the shadows as you and Kalim turn to your new allies. It would seem… desperate times call for desperate measures.

The look on your face when it’s revealed that he was the one behind the changes in Kalim’s behavior was enough to shatter Jamil’s heart into a thousand pieces - like a glass lamp crushed under the weight of stone. The fear… the anger… the resentment towards Kalim has become centerfold - but Jamil could never hate you… his little desert flower. If only he was headwarden… if he was in charge… none of this would have happened… it was all Kalim’s fault, after all…

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for slowly ghosting a fwb instead of confronting him when I found out he's been stalking people again?

He (twenties, M) and I (twenties, X) knew each other from college. He's genuinely a fun guy. Also, a cis person being into you as a nonbinary person (as your gender, not despite it) in a non-fetishy way is frankly too powerful. So yeah, we started talking more some time after graduation, and it turned into a digital-only friends-with-benefits situation.

I was wary of him in college, but willing to give him a second chance. It was an open secret among our friend group that he'd stalked a couple of people he was into in college -- resulting in court ordered therapy and a restraining order and everything. I was still mentally/emotionally recovering from an abusive relationship years prior that the ex stalked me after for a few years. So you can see why it was a big deal that I gave this distant friend another chance, willing to get as close to him as I did. I guess I thought that like, the therapy had worked?

Well, fast forward to us being close after college. He doesn't know that I know about his previous two times getting nearly expelled for stalking people. I have not told him anything about my years-ago abusive relationship, but it's possible he has some awareness of it due to mutual friends. I kept firm with a boundary that he will have no more specific geographic information about me than my city, and he's certainly never learning my address. He has no way to know about my more "personal" social media like Tumblr. I am protecting myself.

But a few months into us being fwb and having fun and me repeatedly asserting my boundaries regarding irl interaction. He complains to me that someone is claiming that he's stalking them. I casually ask about the situation, assert that yeah what he's doing is shitty, he should stop, and it does sound like stalking (even though he insists it isn't). We never talk about it again.

He started showing up in my trauma nightmares, and suddenly the second chance I gave him seems like a terrible idea. So, over the next few months, I make a planned retreat. I respond less frequently, less promptly, and with less emotion. I planned out my strategy by the week to look like a natural loss of interest, or a natural "got busy with other stuff."

My logic is that he clearly has not learned to stop stalking people. I am not willing to continue exposing myself to that personal risk. But I am also not willing to say "I refuse to remain friends with an unrepentant stalker." I'm afraid that if I do that, he will get the wrong lesson: that he needs to never admit to any other friend what he's done, or else he'll lose them. The right lesson obviously would be: don't follow people to their houses after they've cut contact and don't send them letters asking whether they're living alone again yet, what the fuck. I am afraid that if I tell him why I'm ghosting, he will simply never talk about this pattern ever again, thus removing the ability of future friends like me to make informed decisions about who they're spending their time with.

We're now one year into when I fully ended contact. I did not block him. I still get two texts a week from him -- sometimes "are you okay" sometimes life updates, usually just "hey". He has made no indications that he has visited the city where I live, thank god. I have not explained to any of our mutual friends what I did. I have not talked to anyone, not my therapist not my spouse, about what I did. I am not going to speak to him again, but I am not going to block him, because I need my cutting contact to look natural.

So yeah. AITA for not making a bigger deal of his continued stalking of other people? In my mind I'm protecting myself, and reducing the likelihood he'll start hiding his nature from future friends, so this way they can be informed and protect themselves as needed. But AITA for lowkey ghosting him instead of having a serious conversation about his behavior? I know he sucks. I just don't know if I also suck.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[sinsiriuslyemo]

For the smut prompt post

Sirius Black. Grimmauld Place. 50 👀

The war had begun the moment Harry had begun his participation in the TriWizard’s Tournament, whether anyone had been willing to acknowledge it or not. And now that Voldemort was back in a rudimentary body, the Order was in full swing with rallying up allies with the hope that this time it would truly make a difference. The dissimilarities between the first Wizarding War and the one that was nearly in a full rage was narrow. There was, of course, Harry Potter — The Boy Who Lived — which should have been a point to the cause of the Order, but seemed to be balanced by the fact that one member of the Order could not do his part due to being hunted by the Ministry of Magic. And given that he had never been very good at following orders, you had been tasked to an assignment that, in your opinion, did little for the war effort.

Sirius let out a long exhale, his long, curly hair dangling off the edge of the sofa, his feet propped up on the back of it, crossed at the ankles. “I’m bored.”

Rolling your eyes, you took a deep, silent breath, your hands occupied with the wooden spoon you were whittling as you arched a brow at him. “You’re still singing that song after all these years, Black?”

Babysitting Sirius Black had not exactly been your idea of a proper use of your time. You should’ve been out in the field, rounding up support for the war that was fast approaching. But Dumbledore had been clear; he was tired of having to worry about Sirius leaving Grimmauld Place, even if it was to see his godson. The Ministry was still far too interested in tracking him down, and them doing so was simply not good for the Order. Thus here you were, in the Black Family parlour, sitting in the armchair by the fireplace while Sirius lay upside down on the sofa, his toes pointed toward the ceiling.

“It’s a classic, YLN,” he answered, a light smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

“Why not read a book?”

“I’ve read every book worth my attention in this blasted house.”

“We could play a round of Exploding Snaps,” you offered.

He rolled his head to one side, narrowing his eyes at you. “Do I look like a second year?”

“There must be something you can occupy your time with,” you said, blowing wood shavings off the wooden spoon beginning to take shape.

He turned himself right side up, scooting closer to you as his elbows came to rest on his knees. “There is one thing I can think of.”

The suggestive tone was difficult to miss, and you flickered your eyes up for a moment, swallowing as you tried to double your focus on the wooden spoon. “What is this? Sirius Black’s Greatest Hits?”

You’d known Sirius since your days at Hogwarts, and even then, he had always tried to seduce just about everyone, including you. But there had never been any delusion that you were somehow special in that regard. In fact, you often assumed that he simply couldn’t help but flirt with anything on two legs. Still, you had always prided yourself on always having the better sense to turn him down, but he never seemed to give up, even now that you were adults.

He snorted, leaning a bit more toward you. “You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it, YN.”

“I haven’t,” you answered automatically, pursing your lips shut immediately afterward.

It was a lie of course; there had been many nights when your mind would form an image of the two of you, naked and tangled and sweaty, his hands following the curves of your body, skin on fire as his hips drove into yours. But he didn’t need to know that. No, Sirius Black had always been far too aware of how beautiful he was for his own good. He could stand to be rejected every now and then.

“I don’t believe you,” he replied, sliding his bottom closer to the edge of the sofa.

Your heart pounded in your throat, face warming until a cool sweat had formed along your brow and on the back of your neck. Your nipples hardened beneath your shirt under his stare, goosebumps erupting down your arms.

“That’s your problem, Black,” you managed to say without sounding absolutely breathless.

There was a moment of silence, his eyes still watching you as though looking for some sign that would betray your words. After what felt like an eternity, he bobbed his shoulders, slowly leaning back against the sofa.

“I’ve thought about it quite a few times,” he said as casually as he might tell you the time.

Your eyes were all that moved when you looked at him. “Right. I’m sure you have.”

Refocusing on the wood in your hands, you carefully slid the knife along the length. The wooden piece was actually beginning to look like a proper spoon, and the corner of your lips curled in the small triumph. Whoever said taking up a muggle hobby was a waste of time had never created something so useful. You didn’t notice his furrowed brows, and did your best to ignore the fact that he'd moved to the corner of the sofa closest to you.

“You don’t believe me?”

Your eyes flickered in his direction again as you began to carve a design into the handle of your new spoon. “Not in the slightest.”

Sirius smirked, licking his lips as he looked you over. “Why’s that?”

“Because you spent most of our time at Hogwarts flirting with every person who so much as sneezed in your direction, including the professors. Naturally, you’ve carried that into your adult life. Why ever would I believe that twelve years in Azkaban would change that?”

His mouth fell open. “Are you calling me a whore?”

“For the lack of a better word, yes,” you answered, doing your best to suppress a smile when he feigned shock with a gasp. “And anyway, I can only imagine that having to hide from the Ministry hasn’t exactly done wonders for your sex life. I’m sure after all this time you’d love nothing more than to have a good shag, no matter who it’s with. I just happen to be in the vicinity at the moment.”

You tried not to linger on that thought too long. Despite having known him just as long as Remus Lupin, you had always hoped that Sirius would see you the way you saw him. But he always went for the extroverted witches, never the introverts, and you were an introvert through and through. You imagined that if the two of you hadn’t been friends, he never would’ve even known you existed.

“Well, you’re right about one thing,” he said, leaning back against the sofa, his legs straightening a bit. “It has been quite a long time since I’ve sunk myself into something warm and wet. But, darling, you couldn’t be more wrong about everything else.”

You frowned as a faint sting began to grow on the bridge of your nose. You already knew that you weren’t Sirius Black’s type, so why did he have to pretend otherwise? “Alright, that’s enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come off it, Sirius, you and I both know that you don’t actually fancy witches like me,” you said, finally looking back at him. “All you want is to get your cock wet —”

“Oh, you know everything then?” he challenged, arching a brow at you. “You’ve got me all figured out. Good on you. Tell me, YN, why is it, do you think, that I never had a girlfriend at Hogwarts?”

You arched a brow right back, the corner of your lips curling in amusement. “Because you don’t do relationships. That much is obvious.”

“Suppose it couldn’t be because I always hoped your head would find its way out of your arse and you’d realize that I always fancied you.”

“Ha!” You tossed your knife and spoon onto the coffee table and turned your stare to him. “Right, that must be why you were so friendly with half the girls at school! I’m still shocked you hadn’t started making your way through the Slytherin girls.”

“It never occured to you that I only did that to try to get your attention?”

What?! Your brows furrowed so deeply that they quickly began to ache. “How does that make any ounce of sense?”

“Well, I never claimed it was a good strategy, love, but I was young and stupid back then,” he replied.

“Do you want to know what I think? I think you’ve finally gone mad.”

“Didn’t you ever wonder why, whenever you asked me why I was chasing after some bird, that I would always ask whether there was anyone else that I should be paying attention to?” he asked, tilting his head. “I was always hoping you would say, ‘Me, Sirius.’ But you never did. James and Remus were convinced that you fancied me the way I did you, but every time you’d pretend that you didn’t care.”

You blinked in surprise. “So you just continued the same tactic even when it never worked? You are mad.”

Sirius snorted softly. “I suppose I was.”

“And all those witches you snogged in the astronomy tower, that was you trying to get my attention?”

His eyes shifted to one side, lips parting as he took a breath. “No, that was me trying to get over my crush on you. Another poor strategy, I agree.”

“And you never thought to, I dunno, talk to me like a normal wizard?”

“Since when have I ever done anything like a normal wizard?”

“Right, suppose you do make a good point,” you mumbled.

“So, let me ask you again,” he said, slowly moving to stand in front of you. Bending at the waist, his hands slid along the arms of your chair until his face was just inches from yours. “Haven’t you ever thought about it?”

Sandalwood and spice wafted in your nose, and you held your breath in attempts to keep it from taking you over. Your heart pounded so hard that your entire body throbbed rapidly, making even your bones shiver. His eyes bore into yours, steely blue gaze that held you captive and made a tingle trickle from the pit of your stomach to the apex of your thighs. For the most part, you held your hard stare and for a moment it seemed he was being deterred by it. Then you swallowed thickly, his eyes flickering toward the small movement, and a grin slowly formed on his lips.

“I knew it,” he purred, leisurely sinking down to his knees. His hands followed, moving from the arms of your chair to your knees, moving them apart. “So let’s finally do something about it.”

You pushed his hands away, but he had already moved between them. “I’m not your entertainment, Black.”

“I know you’re not,” he replied, putting his hands back on the arm rest and leaning forward, bringing his face inches from yours. “Come on, YN, why do you always need to be so difficult? I’m trying to tell you that I love you.”

Your mouth went dry, heart leaping toward your throat as his words sunk in. Before you could say anything in response, his face closed in, lips pressing gently to yours in a tentative kiss. You inched forward, kissing him back more firmly, hands finding his shoulders while his own landed on your thighs and slid up to wrap his arms around your waist. The hard plain of his chest pushed against your breasts, his racing heart mirroring yours as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. You had imagined kissing Sirius Black countless times, and you were finding that your imagination had not even been close to the fire that surged through your body from his lips moving against yours.

You gasped as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, grazing against your skin and sending sparks up and down your spine. His touch stirred your every nerve ending, his magic intertwining with yours and crackling in your veins.

Bringing one hand up to tangle your fingers in his long curls, you hummed against his lips as your knees widened to make more space for him. All too soon, he pulled away and brought your shirt up and over your head, his fingertips sliding down the length of your spine as he moved his kisses to your neck. He paid a bit more attention to your pulse point, nibbling playfully as his hands slid down to the small of your back.

“Bloody hell, you feel so good,” he whispered in your ear, nipping the lobe while your hands busied themselves with the buttons on his vest and the shirt beneath it. Spreading open his shirt, you ran your fingers along his chest, tracing a few of his tattoos.

He had filled out quite nicely since he’d been in Grimmauld Place, no longer the lanky, boney man he’d been when he first arrived. Even after twelve years in Azkaban, Sirius Black was still the most beautiful wizard you had ever seen.

You shivered as his kisses formed a path along your collarbone, and you pushed his shirt over his shoulders, feeling over his muscled back. You felt him pull your shoes off, and your socks, wondering how he could have possibly made that seem sexy. A sharp gasp left your lips as he quickly pulled you out of the chair, laying you on the old, scratchy area rug in front of the fireplace. Settling above you, Sirius kissed down to one of your nipples, circling it with his tongue before he pulled it between his lips.

“Sirius!”

He groaned and bit down on the pebbled bud, pulling back to let it pop from between his teeth. “I love when you say my name like that.”

The tingle between your legs had you throbbing, and a soft moan blew past your lips as he switched breasts, pinching and tweaking the one he’d just left between two fingers. Arching your back, you gently tugged on his hair, knees widening in invitation as his lips continued their journey down your ribcage. When you realized what he was building up to, you tugged harder on his curls.

“Oh no, you don’t — You don’t need to do that,” you said, lifting your head to look down at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

He looked back at you, smirking through parted lips. “I want it,” he whispered, one hand curling under your thigh to squeeze your hip. “I want to taste you.”

Goosebumps littered your frame as he unbuttoned your trousers, pulling them down and all the while his eyes staring up at yours. Without looking away, he kissed above your belly button, then below it, and again before slipping his tongue beneath the waistband of your knickers.

Your head fell back against the rug, eyes falling shut as he tugged the last bit of clothing from your body. You held your breath, the warmth of his hands on your thighs making your inner muscles clench in anticipation until his hot, wet tongue dipped between your folds, touching the entrance just past them. Gasping, your knees widened, hips tilting up toward him while your fingers curled against the rug. Your breath caught in your throat, and your eyes widened when his flat tongue slid from your entrance to just beneath your clit.

His hands lightly squeezed your hips, keeping you close to him as he pressed his face closer, turning it slightly to keep his nose from stimulating your bud just yet. Groaning under his breath, he circled your entrance again, thrusting into you before working his way up to your throbbing clit, where he drew lazy, wide circles. One of his hands glided up your ribcage to massage your breast while he pulled your bud between his lips and suckled.

“Sirius!” you whimpered, earning another moan from him. The light vibrations made you gasp, one hand moving to sink your fingers in his curls as you lifted your hips to him.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he purred, lips brushing over your stiff bud before he pulled it back into his mouth.

His fingers gently plucked at your nipple while the other hand moved beneath him to slide a finger inside you.

Arching your back, you cried out and widened your knees even further, picking your head up to find him staring back at you. You could swear there was a smirk on his face as he began to move in and out, humming against your clit. Tugging on his hair, you rocked with him when he added another finger, closing your eyes as the tingles between your legs grew in intensity, your orgasm slowly building. Everything else fell away; the warmth from the fireplace, the beads of sweat that had formed along your hairline, even his facial hair gently scraping over your vulva. All that existed was his hot tongue massaging your clit and his long fingers stroking back and forth over your inner walls. The next moment, his fingers were curling toward him, grazing back and forth over the spongy gland inside you.

“Sirius!” you exclaimed breathlessly, bucking your hips in time with his movements.

He groaned around your clit, quickening the pace of his fingers.

Holding your breath in anticipation, you held him against your pussy, a shaky moan bursting from your throat when you finally toppled over the edge. Your muscles pulsed around his fingers, trying to milk them while your body trembled in release. The heat of his mouth formed a path up your stomach, to your chest, pausing to suck each of your nipples before he took your lips with his own. He licked the inside of your mouth, letting you taste yourself as the fingers inside you pulled out and gently caressed your labia.

You wasted no time, unbuttoning his trousers and pushing them over his hips. When they were too far down for your hands to reach, your feet took over, pushing them down to his ankles as he reached between you.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he whispered into your ear.

“Show me,” you replied in a mumble.

He moaned, pushing into you in one long thrust and pausing for a moment while he kissed your lips. Just as you were going to insist he move, his hips slowly reared back, surging forward again and beginning a steady, gentle pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, closing again as he tucked his face in your neck while his shaft dragged over your inner walls, massaging you from the inside. You hadn’t had many sexual partners, but none of them fit you quite like Sirius did — big enough to make you feel completely filled and stretched yet comfortable and relaxed all at once. It seemed that his cock, much like the rest of him, was perfect.

“I love you,” he groaned against your lips, his eyes locked on yours.

A pressure built at the bridge of your nose as his words sunk in, and you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him down harder against you. Not trusting your voice, you brought him into another deep kiss, hips meeting his every thrust. You had loved Sirius Black for as long as you could remember, and if this was a dream, the last thing you wanted was to wake up any time soon by daring to speak.

Moving faster inside you, Sirius tucked his head into your neck again, panting against your pulse point, a grunt leaving his lips every few thrusts. Sensing that he was close, you dug your short nails into his back and engaged your core muscles, squeezing him rhythmically and relishing every sound that buzzed against your skin.

“Fuck! YN!”

You moaned in encouragement and tightened your legs around his waist. A moment after, his cock pulsed inside you, and a warm spurt marked the start of his orgasm, then another, and a third, his hips still slowly rocking back and forth. Another, smaller yet satisfying orgasm trickled over your sex, but you were more focused on his release than your own, delighting in the way his muscles flexed with each spurt and the sexy noises he was making beside your ear.

Exhausted, Sirius slowed his thrusts until he came to a stop, his hips flexing with each aftershock as his weight settled a bit more on top of you. After a few moments, and it seemed much to his reluctance, he rolled onto his back beside you, still trying to catch his breath.

“That was much better than I imagined it would be,” he said between breaths, his head rolling to look at you. “Alright? Have you forgotten how to speak?”

“Shut up, Sirius,” you groaned, rolling toward him to rest your head on his chest.

His barking laughter bounced your head slightly, his arm immediately winding around your shoulders to pull you against him. His scent filled your nostrils, Sandalwood and Spice, steeping you in all things Sirius while his fingers dragged up and down your spine.

“We need to do that again soon,” he said after a moment.

Biting your bottom lip, you tightened your hold on him, turning your head to rest your chin on his chest. “Does this mean I have to start being nicer to you?”

“Oh no, don’t do that, love. Part of what I love about you is how you don’t stand for any of my nonsense,” he replied, grinning after a moment before he added, “Besides, I love how I can get under your skin.”

Rolling your eyes, you laid your head down on his chest again, muttering, “Wanker.”

He chuckled under his breath.

“By the way,” you said, taking a deep breath as though it might give you the courage of a Gryffindor. “I love you too.”

*request from this prompt list

#sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x reader #requests

[linkemon]

Ranpo Edogawa x Reader (selfship)

Selfship made for mandarynkowy_stworek on Wattpad.

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Other headcanons from this series can be found here.

• As one of the forces in the Port Mafia, you had your hands full. You followed your boss's orders faithfully. You were taken in in your teens when your ability was discovered and you've been going with the flow ever since. Have you thought about a different, quieter life? Not really. A job like any other, you used to say.

• You killed fast. You didn't like hurting people. What was interesting, however, was the way you covered up the crimes. No one has been able to figure you out. Few people in the mafia understood how your power works to the end.

Which is why sooner or later you had to run into a detective. Ranpo was the best at his trade. Most of your cases ended up on his desk because the police couldn't handle them. And he had to admit he had a lot of fun with you. His deduction usually dealt with everything very quickly. Here, however, he had to think a few seconds longer, which was an amazing result. Your tactics made him admire you, even though you were a murderer.

• It's not quite like he started covering up murders for you. You killed mostly already bad people and you usually put the blame on political competitors, opponents or already dead people. That's why he let you keep playing the game just to see what you'd do next time.

• People at the agency quickly noticed that Edogawa was staring out of the window in thought much more than usual. When Dazai implied that he had fallen in love, with a dreamy expression on his face, he stated that he probably was. Which led the man to the conclusion that he absolutely must meet you.

• That's how you met at the crime scene, where you had to return to cover up the traces. He showed up there and revealed how he had been helping you for several months. You said you didn't care much because you were enemies. You drew your gun and fired a few times but he got away.

• From then on, you started receiving gifts regularly. You quickly realized who sent them. It was usually very silly little things. Candy for the kids hidden in the cupboard, animal patches or a flower near the places where you used to be. Then also the letters you read to burn right after. You tried to ignore it. It's safe to say that Ranpo has made it his mission to remind you at all times that he exists.

• Pissed off, you planned to hunt him down so he would stop bothering you. And just when you almost made it, you almost fell into the hands of the police. You locked yourself, wounded in an abandoned building. Your subordinates wouldn't make it in time, there was no point in calling them. The Mafia needed them. Then Edogawa entered the scene and although you wanted to shoot him, you had no more bullets. He picked you up and walked you out safely (of course he bragged all the way) and then disappeared.

• You didn't know what to think about it all. Before, you wanted and felt you should murder him but that idea gradually faded away. You decided to deal with it as soon as you recovered. You couldn't risk it.

Thus you found yourself standing over him with the gun to his temple in an abandoned hangar. And you didn't shoot. Even though you knew your duty, you didn't do it. Your hand started shaking. Because the thought that your days would be empty again and his letters and gifts would be gone made you feel sad. Ranpo carefully took the gun from your hand, then kissed it. It was the most unexpected thing he could have done. You were stunned for a moment, then left the scene.

• Now you're sitting in your quarters wondering what to do. Are you really in love with Ranpo Edogawa?

#bungou stray dogs x reader #ranpo edogawa x reader #enemies to lovers #ranpo x reader #edogawa x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou sd

[soreiya]

Should we as a fandom collectively decide to step away from Vat7K and push for something completely different? Now don’t run off to grab your torches and pitchforks just yet. This isn’t a hate post. I just think it would be kinda fun to have a big discussion on the subject.

First of all I’d like to ask you a few questions. This will help us get to know one another a bit better.

Questions:

What got you into Vat7K?                

What do you think of the Vat7K concept?

Would your opinion of it be different if it wasn’t created by someone who worked on TtS?

Have you personally noticed any problems with Vat7K and or it’s fandom?                

What would your ideal Varian spinoff be like?                

What would your ideal partner for Varian be like? (Can be either romantic or platonic)

The vague concepts that I like:

Varian leaving Corona on a simple quest that turns into something a lot grander along the way. Let the boy have his own epic adventure. ;D

Varian finding some friends who are around his own age.

The potential to learn more about Varian’s family, (This includes his mother and The Brotherhood.)

Reuniting with Cassandra and finding out what she has been up to.

Varian being given more opportunities to use his knowledge of alchemy and engineering. Doing things like problem solving, helping others, or using it for self defense. (Since this is part of what makes him special.)

Maybe finding out if there is anything special about Varian’s hairstripe? Is it nothing? Is he cursed? Does he have some unknown magic power? Is it some prophecy bullshit? I want to knowww.    

Things I like about 7K:

I like Varian’s teal vest. Out of everything 7K related, it’s probably the only thing I have no real issues with.

Don’t worry, I’m not being completely serious with that comment. 

My Vat7K thoughts and ‘opinions’:

This AU has potential, but some stuff would need to be reworked in order to make more sense.

    Mode of transportation:

-Why wasn’t Varian provided with horses and a nice caravan? He's not only the Royal Alchemist/Engineer of Corona, but the son of a marquess. An uncovered cart wouldn't give him and his supplies adequate protection from hazardous weather conditions/potential enemy attacks.

-Would Princess Nuru's parent/s allow her to leave in some dinky cart?

The trials:

-If Donella and Ulla already completed the trials then what happened to the totems that they used to open the portal?    

-Did someone reset the trials after they had been completed? Even if they reset on their own this leads to a huge issue with the plot. Other people could have already completed the trials. All you would have to do is find someone who did and bypass the trial completely.

-Why does Varian and his group struggle with the trials if they have a cheat sheet journal? The implications here are honestly a little insulting.

-Since Princess Nuru joins the main group much later on, would she be able to take part in the trials out of order? If so, then does taking part in only a portion of the trials disqualify her from entering the Eternal Library, or can anyone enter once it has been opened?   

The Demanitus device:

-Since this is an AU I’m fine with the Demanitus device still being intact. The problem however is that the intended use of that device was weather manipulation. It could alter wind trajectory. This wouldn’t be all that useful for creating a portal.

-Varian is already capable of building interdenominational portals. He also has access to Demanitus’ tomb. Thus it is entirely likely that he could locate the notes and blueprints needed to create the portal without completing the trials. 

The Eternal Library:

-Having the end goal be to reach some treasure trove of knowledge is probably going to be a bad idea. If all knowledge is at your disposal then what’s the point in experimenting? Whatever life and drive that Varian still had left would slowly be drained away by this prospect. He wouldn’t be trying anything new. He would simply be following instructions.    

Characters:

Varian:

- Who let Varian leave the house in that ridiculous boy scout outfit? That’s a bigger crime than any of the ones he committed in TtS.

-All jokes aside, there are real problems with Varian’s portrayal in this AU. By making everyone and their mother a genius, alchemist, and or an engineer, you’re robbing Varian of everything that made him special. He doesn’t feel like the main character of this story. He’s just the guy with the journal. There are no big moments where he has an opportunity to really shine. Even in the final battle he has to be rescued from becoming a meat suit.    

Varian’s family

Ulla:

-Ulla essentially abandoned her entire family in order to find the Eternal Library. There is no other way to put it. This wasn’t some day trip or mini vacation. It could have taken her years to complete the trials. Even if she had returned home, she would have missed out on a lot of Varian’s childhood. Don’t you think this would have a lasting impact on his emotional development?               

 Given this information it’s not a plot twist whatsoever that she turned out to be the final boss. Which bothers me greatly because it is just reaffirming the one thing I hated about Cassandra’s villain arc. That somehow villainy is inherited from one’s parents.            

 Regardless of her being ‘redeemed’ or not, I’m giving her an F on the good mom scale. The quest wasn’t even time sensitive. She could have waited for Varian to become an adult before going on this journey. Heck, she could have taken him along for the ride…    

-Okay, so I’ll admit that I don't actually like the name Ulla. I’d probably like it if it was pronounced Yoolla, but uh-lla and oo-lla is on level with Horace for me.

Ulla’s relatives:

-Does anyone find it creepy that Ulla’s family are almost all Varian clones? Let them be their own characters… This feels lazy.  

 -Also, why would Varian give up on his quest just because he found his family? I get that they are like minded people, but he’s supposedly traveling with like minded people??? This feels OoC. Varian is a very goal oriented character. He doesn’t give up so easily.    

Supporting cast:

Donella:

-What is her goal exactly? She’s the one who returned Ulla’s journal to Quirin in the first place. If she really thought there were secrets inside then she should have come to this conclusion beforehand… 

-There was no reason for her to send Hugo to get the fire totem or to have him infiltrate Varian’s group. Everything could have been resolved with a little honesty. Talk people!!! Seriously, I hate when plots have pointless drama or misunderstandings because someone bottles up their god damn emotions.

-When you give it some real thought the whole plot legit makes no sense. Why wait for Varian to turn 18? If she had been keeping tabs on him then she would have given Hugo more information. Instead she lets him go into some big mission completely blind? Way to go… You left him out here thinking that Varian is some sweet naive summer child who wouldn’t snap him like a twig… You’re lucky that he makes it out of this story alive.            

Princess Nuru:

-Her character is severely underdeveloped. Much like Yong she feels like an afterthought. Like she was created to fill a void rather than to be an actual character.

-Sure, let’s force the sole female character into the role of the ‘mom friend’. That won’t be stereotypical at all. 

-Why does Nuru not know anything about Varian? She’s a princess. Such people soak up loads of political gossip through osmosis. Even after Varian’s reformation he would still be a hot topic of discussion. I’m hella sus, girl…

-I get that her kingdom was in a state of crisis, but would she really be allowed to just leave with a group of strangers? Why wasn't she provided with some sort of guard at the very least?

Yong:

-There is nothing particularly interesting about his character. He’s just the baby of the group.    

Hugo: 

-If Hugo is supposed to be some stealthy street smart thief, then why does his personality completely contradict this? You can try to say that it’s just an act, but he’s always portrayed as an obnoxious player, like some pompous flirt. Stuff like that would make him notorious and easily recognizable. Believe me when I say that this behavior isn’t ideal for someone who’s entire job is to go on undercover missions.  Donella would not be pleased. She didn’t raise a cheap half assed Flynn Rider 2.0 knockoff did she?

-I hate to be the one to point this out, but the fandom might have inadvertently turned Hugo into a full on Gary Stu.  Let me explain. Often times I see people saying that Hugo is ‘smarter’ and ‘more capable’ than Varian. Did this man bring a kingdom down to it’s knees twice over? Why isn’t he using his skills in alchemy and engineering to make a fortune? He’s supposed to be greedy. That’s his whole gimmick isn’t it? Then why is he letting those smarts go to waste? He wouldn’t need to be a lapdog to a manipulative old woman if this was the case. It doesn’t matter if he feels indebted to her. A smart and resourceful person would be using their intellect wisely.

Animal companions:

Prometheus:

-Is this just Varian in donkey form? Why do they look so much alike?

-Am I the only one who finds it a little humiliating for Varian to leave on a big adventure with a derpy looking donkey? I get that this is probably the point, but I think it's a little sad.

Ruddiger:

-Ruddiger is awesome. I just think that people forget that he exists sometimes.

Olivia:

-My only issue here is that people are taking information about Hugo from his D&D counterpart. They should be treated like completely separate characters. Otherwise I have no problems with the little mouse companion. I think it's a cute idea.

Thoughts on relationships:

-There should be other potential suitors for Varian in Vat7K. 

-Varian is a Flynnigan Rider fanboy. Suffice to say that his vision of romance is likely to be incredibly idealized.

-I know that this fandom loves it’s angst fodder, but let’s think for a moment on the lasting consequences of betrayal. Varian already has trust issues. That paranoia is gonna linger in the back of his mind forever regardless of how many healthy connections he makes throughout the years. If he is betrayed by a love interest, those feelings are only going to be amplified tenfold. You don’t just kiss and make up after something like that. He likely would want to close himself off completely from being in romantic relationships as a self defense mechanism.

Varigo:

-The first thing I saw from this relationship was an adorable confession scene animatic. That was hella cute shit. I was like “Hell yes! Nerds in love!”. Was that what I got? No, but that disappointment set in much later.    

My issues with Varian’s portrayal in the relationship.

-If you have to change a character’s whole personality in order to fit your ship preferences, then at this point they are no longer the same character. They might as well be an OC.

-Why does the fandom push toxic stereotyping? (Basically the seme/uke nonsense that you see in BL manga.) Varian usually gets dumbed down so that Hugo can swoop in. Varian has to be short, weak, and naive... Why is this so heavily enforced? Why can’t people portray things     differently without the fandom losing their collective shit?     

-Why is Varian portrayed as not being street smart? He lived on his own for months while being harassed by guards. He went to prison… He worked with terrorists… He is friends with former criminals. He is acquainted with pub thugs. ???? Sorry, but he’s not gonna be impressed with Hugo’s whole shtick… It’s not something new to him.    

-Also… Varian may be skinny, but he’s still relatively athletic. He has the endurance to run round trip through a magical blizzard. He can parkour like a pro (When he’s feeling confident.). He can build huge boilers and giant automatons. So he’s probably used to some level of manual labor. He can leap down great distances. Somehow he can scoot Xavier across the ground with no issues. o__O; What part of this sounds weak to you all?

-His height as an adult is debatable. He may remain short forever. He could grow tall. Maybe he even has a late growth spurt.

-Regardless of his height Varian shouldn’t always be portrayed as some uwu submissive fragile little flower. Let there be some equality in the relationship.

-For reference on Varian being assertive and flirty I would recommend rewatching Great Expotations.              

My issues with Hugo:

-Hugo triggers my anxiety because he gives off the vibes of a sexual predator. Unlike Eugene, Hugo doesn’t fall in love right away. Any interest he has in Varian is for self gratification and that makes me hella uncomfortable. If you combine this Varian being treated as naive and innocent. Then you can understand why I want to chase Hugo ass away with a flip flop. 

-The way Hugo speaks to Varian is gross. Constantly calling him “sweetcheeks” and other objectifying terms… It just solidifies my view that he’s not capable of keeping his mind out of the gutter for a second…

A note to the fandom:

Oh boy, I went a bit overboard… Please don’t think of me as an enemy because of this post. We can still be friends. I’m fine with you all sticking with 7K. I just wanted to raise awareness of some of the things that I have noticed about the plot and characters. Whether it has any influence on your views or not is up in the air. If anything this can be used to help troubleshoot and improve upon the AU.

At this point it’s unlikely that Disney has interest in creating a Varian spinoff series/comic/novel/etc. It would be awesome if they did, but I won’t get my hopes up.

So in the meantime, does anyone want to band together and brainstorm ideas? I feel like we could have a great time coming up with scenarios for something new. 

Advice/suggestions/additional misc notes: 

-Don’t stalk or harass the creators of this AU.

-Do not pass HC’s off as canon facts. This includes pushing 7K onto others as a canonical continuation of Tangled the Series.

-You should never threaten or bully people who do not share your opinions or HC’s. Try channeling those negative emotions into doing something positive instead.

-Do not bully or try to ‘socially cancel’ people who ship other pairings. Don’t like a ship? Scroll past it and move on with your life.

-Tag fics appropriately. Express content in detail. Don’t bait and switch. Don’t rant and rave or be malicious in any way.

-For some reason there are people who enjoy making ‘white boy’ jokes about Hugo. These same people often exaggerate Varian’s skin tone in order to put more emphasis on this. I find it pretty distasteful. Would you tolerate this behavior aimed at any of the other characters? If the answer is “No.” then stop.

-There are people who use the trans tag when all they really want to do is gender swap the character to fit their smut preferences. Objectification is not representation. (To be clear, I'm not saying all trans smut is like this. The type of storytelling I'm talking about is obvious to spot. You'll know it if/when you see it. Though hopefully you won't have to see it.)

If you want to HC Varian or any other character as trans because it makes you feel closer to the character, then by all means do so. You’re valid and this is perfectly reasonable.

I may face slack for not sharing the trans Varian HC personally, but I’m in the mindset that we need more characters who were born male that do not conform to society's norms. It’s incredibly important for boys/men to see that they can sew, cook, and clean without these activities being treated as if they are somehow emasculating. Getting rid of toxic gender stereotypes is the first step to a future where people can be accepted as equals.

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[lazulirus]

One too many

• It was time to face the consequences of your actions - the suffocating tension in the house, the silent treatment and your hurt heart. You could understand why others were mad at you, but why does even Lucifer turns the other way when you appear?

• Pairing: Lucifer x reader (gender neutral)  • Genre: fluff • Word Count: 2.7k • Warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk • Note: Many of you asked for that, and even more of you left love under the first part; as 500 followers celebration I present the second part of A lot of wine, not enough of love

To say you could cut the tension with a knife would be an understatement. You doubted there even was a blade strong enough to do that. 

It was suffocating and completely wrecking when half of the house refused to speak to you, sometimes even completely ignoring you. Satan forgot day after day about your tutoring. Asmodeus was now constantly on his phone and never missing an opportunity to say how disappointed his followers were. Belphegor pretended to not hear you - no matter if it was simply passing something during meals or just saying hi at school. Mammon was close to breaking, but the three younger brothers always appeared to force him out of your company. 

Ridiculous behaviour, one that should be put to stop the moment it started. But Lucifer turns a blind eye, always excusing himself when you enter the room. 

Thus your days consisted of venomous scowls, childish glares and loneliness growing stronger and stronger - till you never was in the mood to play with Levi nor to even get up to spend time with Beel. Humans needed interactions and affection, suddenly depriving them of both, locking in suffocating hostility only led to them staying in bed, eating less, sleeping more. You were too tired to try talking to brothers again, to ask again when they'll stop being childish, when they'll be kind again. Probably, if it weren't for Beel, you would have become one with the bed. 

"Beeeeeel, let me down." You whine but put no real fight as you dangle on the demon's shoulder, face front; with enough bending of your neck, you could look at this worried face. 

"No. We're going out." He put you down. It was almost adorable when he forced his voice to be stern, yet fondness and worry seeped through. "Go wash and change clothes… please." And how could you say no to those giant pleading eyes? "Levi won tickets to some… uh, "normie restaurant," he said you would like."

Giggling, feet stumbling, doors slamming and shushing so loud it more gave away your position than hid you - the noises you were making would wake up the dead. Beel tries to shush you, his actions way calmer and controlled; the pink tint on his cheek matched nicely with his hair. 

"It's late, let's not wa—" 

"Where have you been?" Like a mad mother, arm crossed, annoyance written from the tense of his muscles to the gleam in his eyes - Lucifer was standing at the top of the stairs, his eyes more focused on Beel than you. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" 

"Sorry, Lucifer… we lost track of time…" 

"Yea~ 'Cause it was 'o fun!" Red eyes look towards you; softer. How blessed Lucifer was that Diavolo was nowhere near, and there was no need to explain your poor state. Head leaning towards Beel, who was your only support, and it seemed like you were feeling too hot, given your unbuttoned shirt and your jacket in Beel's free hand. 

"Explain." Was all that Lucifer said, the annoyance that bleed through, more and more, was only adding to his stern voice. 

"We went out to eat…" His eyes stay on the floor, the plinking of the jacket's zipper an only accompaniment. "And we ordered some drinks to lighten up the mood but… I forgot that alcohol in them works stronger on humans…" 

"It's not your fault, Bwel," You say, clinging to his arm like a koala, much to Lucifer's annoyance. "You're the only one that cares abowt me. You're the bestest of 'em all." Beel gently pats your head that so cutely nuzzles into him, but his eyes glance at Lucifer nervously - the eldest magic aura growing with every second just to calm down with an exhale. 

"I'll take care of them." The clicking of his shoes echoes in the sleeping house. "You can go now."

"Lucifer, are you sure…" 

"I'll pay for your next meal in the city." Beel hesitated, but the idea of going wild and not having to pay for it… Lucifer was responsible, for sure there was no need to worry? Unsure but still agrees, Beelzebub detaches you, and you were quick to latch on to Lucifer instead. It was almost cartoonish how quickly Lucifer's demeanour changed, now smiling softly; his attention was focused solely on you. Beelzebub excuses himself awkwardly and silently. 

The house was empty, each corridor only carrying echoes of Lucifer's steps; he found it easier to carry you, and you didn't mind. You don't notice that he goes in the 'wrong' direction, that instead you were on silky sheets and a king-sized bed. Why Lucifer did that - it was a mystery to himself, or rather, he refused to answer the question. 

It has been so long since he had you so close - days, even weeks without you, even in the same room, let alone so close, able to caress your cheek with you sending him a smile. It hurt Lucifer to stay away, he saw every sad glance, every evening of you skipping supper, how Levi's second controller collected dust, how rarely he heard the creak of your doors. Yet, Lucifer did nothing. He didn't know what he would say if you asked questions about the night, he didn't know what he would say if he had to question his behaviour. So he ran away, like a coward, talking himself into thinking it was less hurtful to his pride. 

"Hey~ I'm not sweepy yet…" You say, but don't move from the spot, enjoying how cold and huggable the pillow was. The room was spinning and a bit blurry, and it was hard to make out who you were left with. "If Bwell trusts you, it should 'e fine." You giggle, talking strictly to yourself. "Hey, do ya like Bweel? He's sucha kind guy! Not like the rest of 'em…" You play with your caretaker tie as your mood sours, remembering the rest of the awful demons. "Well, whateva. Do you wanna drink somethin' with me?" 

Lucifer would consider the proposition, even coo at how adorably your speech was under the influence if it didn't bring memories. 

Why won't you drink with me now? 

He remembers, the hazy memories of how you pushed away his every advance when the roles were reversed  - afraid of hurting him? Using him? Lucifer did his best to understand your human thinking, and why you thought it was immoral to give yourself up to the desire. 

But he was a demon; "immoral" had no meaning for him. When you were sprawled on his bed, adorable yet alluring, with your shirt unbuttoned, teasing, with your eyes lidded, inviting - why shouldn't he indulge himself? Why stop, when he was already hovering above you, lips trembling in the desire to kiss, fingers gripping the sheets instead of your body. Your chest rising quickly, hypnotising, his own breath becoming uneven - Why stop? 

I love you, Lucifer.

He steps away. 

Instead of continuing to drink in your sight, he drinks Demonus; from the glass, not the bottle, still having some dignity. His thoughts were in disarray, scrambling to stay coherent and keeping his desires like a muzzle on a wild dog. He was doing his best, trying so hard— Your weight on him was sudden and distracting, caging him in the same armchair he held you hostage on that cursed night. This time, he felt so little in control, grasping the shreds of it while he looked away, lips hidden in the glass; Demonus was bitter. “I told you, I wanna drink too.” And your words were so, so sweet, your breath of Devildom’s fruits with just a hint of alcohol hitting his face - Beel had to treat you to very good drinks. Lucifer swallows more saliva than the alcohol he pretended to drink, weighing his options, trying to understand. “Well, I can give you a taste.” His tone was nonchalant, confident, yet his lips trembled when he inched towards you, heart pounding, head spinning - you wanted this, right? With your legs on each side of him, with your hands on his tense shoulders; grip so delicate, loving. Red eyes jump around your face, looking for any sign of displeasure, any sign that he was reading it wrong - were you really in love with him? Those beautiful, hopeful red eyes got as big as a coin when you put a hand on his mouth. “We can’t!” You pout, almost angry at Lucifer, who just looks bewildered. “I… I wanna give my first Devildom kiss to Luciwer.” He slowly, delicately takes you by the wrist. “But…” Squinted eyes, furrowed brows  - utter, complete confusion as his head tilts to the side. “...I am Lucifer?” “No, you’re not!” You gesture with your free hand towards him. “Luciwer is way pwettier… And he dresses like… not so sloppy!” The demon’s mouth was open, but no words were coming out. His attire, the tie you made lose yourself, was in your opinion sloppy. “I… I see?” Although the rest was on him. Asmodeus did mention that his hair lost shine, and Mammon snickered that the circles under his eyes matched Levi’s - both of them got a glare as they were the cause of those issues. Lucifer couldn’t sleep well knowing how in pain you were. Knowing how with each day you were drifting apart - from his brothers, from him - was giving him more stress than any task from Diavolo.

It was laughable, even for himself, that such a trivial thing was giving him so much anxiety. Why was he reacting in such a way? Lucifer refused to answer it. 

"What do you like about him? Lucifer, I mean." He didn't want to think about those things; feelings, worries. Now, hearing praise from your sweet lips was way more alluring and just the thing he needed for his wounded ego and bruised heart. 

"He's… smart… powerful and so handsome! Luciwer is also responsible, so he's, what was... A father material to be honest." He raises an eyebrow, his smirk distorted in the glass. Who would have thought you had such ideas for him? "I mean, what else do ya need from a man? Smart, strong, responsible, he's even funny sometimes!" Lucifer nods, he indeed got all those qualities. 

"But he's also such a dick!" 

Lucifer chokes. 

"Excuse me?" He spats out, throat burning from alcohol. 

"Don't ya agree? Everyone thinks that!" Your annoyance becomes more and more visible. "He got mad at me for nothin'! It's not like I wanted thanks or anythin', I helped 'cause… y'know, I like him." You smile just for a moment, remembering all the things you liked, loved even about that demon just to return to your angry monologue a second later. "He never talks 'bout his feelings! He doesn't wanna say why he's mad or if he even… likes me? Dunno, he probably doesn't…" Lucifer should say something, stand in defence of his feelings if he only understood what he was feeling. He remembered clearly the adoration he felt towards you - the things he declared that night didn't disappear with the alcohol. Even at this moment, he felt the same adoration towards you as he felt then, as he feels every day. But one question stopped him from acting, another he didn't know how to answer - that adoration was love or desire? 

Was he so drawn towards you because he desires your body or because he loved your touch? 

"You know…" You mumble, getting comfortable on his lap, inching closer to him. "...maybe I wanna taste that after all. Second best…" 

Did he yearn for a kiss or what was hiding behind it? 

"You're drunk." He finds himself parroting as he turns away, running away from your lips; cheeks dusted with the slightest pink. 

He finds the idea not as appealing as he thought - your eager words, soft lips, but no love behind eyes, only a haze of alcohol. If you were to get closer, he wished for it to be without the help of drinks or controlled by a clouded mind - he wanted your decision to be clear, honest, coming from the heart. 

"Would you… kiss Lucifer if given a chance?" He finds himself saying - ridiculous, absurd, but he cannot stop himself. 

"I mean," you tilt your head, "I like him, but he doesn—" 

"If he did." Only red eyes turn towards you. "Would you?"

It was hard to understand your caretaker's intentions as the only thing in your head was the buzzing of alcohol. Why wouldn't you kiss a demon you loved? 

"But he doesn't." You argue. "If he did, why he doesn't talk to me?" 

"Maybe…" Lucifer looks away again; heart pounding, each step like on a field of mines. "... He was scared." When he sees your confusion, Lucifer adds: "He never was good at… expressing feelings, you see."

"So… You're sayin' he likes me, but… felt stupid after what he said that night?" You were surprisingly bright despite the influence and hearing what Lucifer was aware of deep down made him scoff, then blush. Meanwhile, you feel the heat coming to your face and your eyes going wide as your caretaker nods.

"He likes me…?" Just a mumble, soft, shocked. It was hard to believe a demon so perfect would fall for a human, that his advances were something more than drunkards rambles. His weird behaviour only enforced those ideas but now… To hear so confidently that Lucifer loved you…

"I have to talk to him!" You almost trip on your own legs. Now alcohol found a new emotion to entertain and enforce - panic. What if Lucifer thought you were mad at him? What if you wasted so long not talking about the issue, and he thought you didn't like him? If he really liked you, you had to talk about it now! 

This time, the grip on your wrist was stronger, still not bruising. 

"You should go to sleep, you can talk about it calmly tomorrow." You wanted to argue, but tiredness settled on you like a veil. Suddenly, it was hard to keep your eyes open and your mouth shut from yawn after yawn. 

As Lucifer lays you to bed, makes sure you're comfortable and falls asleep in seconds, he finds the words suitable, falling from his lips smoothly:

"I love you."

It wasn't a simple desire, he didn't long for the touch nor your flesh but what was hiding behind the gestures - love, adoration, longing. He wanted to see those things in you, the same things he could now, finally confidently say he felt towards you. 

Why did he run away from your questions? Because he loved you. 

Why did your sadness make him anxious? Because he loved you. 

Was that desire or love? Love. 

You wake up moaning, head throbbing with pain and limbs refusing to cooperate. Face instinctively hiding in the pillow despite knowing that you had no bright light to fear in Devildom. Only the creak of the door forces one of your eyes open; despite seeing it's not your room, you don't find the energy to panic. 

"Good morning." Lucifer's voice was calm and collected like always, and your eye, hazy from sleep, didn’t find anything weird in his appearance - soft hair, smart clothes and… trey in his hands. You frown, trying to remember last night, but it only worsens your headache. "I prepared medication, water and a light breakfast for you. Unfortunately, you missed it." 

You slowly sit up, avoiding any sudden movements - the last thing you needed was puking in front of your crush. 

"What happened last night…?" You mumble, still under Lucifer's soft duvet; still in the t-shirt and pants from escapade with Beel. 

"I got you to bed." Simple, and straight to the point as he sets the tray next to you on the bed. "I hope sleeping here wasn't worse than sleeping in your bed, I wanted to have an eye on you in case Devildom's alcohol affects you in a strange way." 

"You cared…" Unfortunately, the crunching of toast didn't drown out those mindlessly said words. 

"Of course. You are dear to me, after all." You can't control yourself, your face showing every bit of shock - from wide eyes to mouth open just slightly. He… what? 

Meanwhile, Lucifer stays the same, finally content and calm as he found all the answers he needed. 

He loved you, too.

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[a-d-nox]

web of wyrd: the flow

the number we are focusing on today is based on the SUM OF TERTIARY KARMIC LESSON NUMBER AND MONETARY BLOCKING NUMBER (ex: my flow number is 17: 9 + 8 = 17 (recall that numbers must be summed a second time if they total 23 (i.e. 2 + 3 = 5) and above)).

but what does this number mean?

this number represents how you can keep the flow open with the universe - if you want to receive things from the universe, you have to keep this number in balance. want love? want money? want opportunities? keep this number balanced.

so let's talk about some examples:

9 - the hermit

click here for the card description of the hermit found in a prior wyrd web post.

unbalanced 9s fear the world around them and often isolate, not wanting to risk what they have. they fear evaluating why they have issues gaining, why they fear risk, why are so desperately clinging to what they have, etc. spending too much time alone and apart from the world only stops them from having opportunities. they might be blocking out too many opinions of others - they should know aren't the only one with good ideas. they should listen to others perceptive on their situation. they should take a risk - they should break away from what they know.

balanced 9s spend time with themselves to have a better idea of what they want from the universe, so they know what they are looking to gain. they have deep knowledge of what they need and want - they can distinguish between the two as well. they take breaks from being out in the world to regroup and recenter, but they don't hide out from the outside world. they connect to their thoughts and ideas on how to gain while also taking into account the thoughts and opinions of others (but only with a grain of salt). they take risks without waiting for the permission of others because they know they are capable of taking on the world on their own.

13 - death

click here for the card description of death found in a prior wyrd web post.

unbalanced 13s cling to what they have and experience hoarding like tendencies. they have to realize they must give what they want in order for reciprocity to be experienced. they are often stuck in the past - they think about who they used to be with and what they used to have instead of thinking about what they could have and who they could be with. they have to let go in order to receive. they need to stop thinking about how their relationships once were and let them grow/change. they should quit their job when it no longer serves them and trust they can find something else.

balanced 13s remember that they and the world around them is constantly changing. they go with the flow, and the flow provides for them in turn. despite feeling somewhat uncomfortable through all the changes of life, they still appreciate the shifts in the world around them. they take comfort in knowing something more suitable to where they presently are is coming into their life. they are ready to move forward on the path of life no matter which way they are headed.

17 - the star

click here for the card description of the star found in a prior wyrd web post.

unbalanced 17s lack faith in the universe and often feel hopeless about their prospects in life. but there is no right or wrong path for them, only a blank canvas. they are prone to giving up before even trying. they need to trust that it takes time - the universe takes time. they need to be hopeful and trust that they can do anything. they might be unwilling to heal from past relationships and thus lack hope they they can find a more suitable connection. they don't tend to follow up on their ideas of how to make money either.

balanced 17s accept change and welcome the future. they have faith and hope that the universe will bring better into their lives. they let their creative ideas flow, so they can come up with new ways to make money and meet people. they use their talents to excel in the world. they take time to heal and get through previous romantic trauma, so they could do better in the next relationship they have. they trust that their romantic life is guided spiritually, and they are being lead to their best options/opportunities. they are open to inspired thoughts on how they can do better.

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[darkcanid19]

ok i'll bite. what is the hi fi normal au

So glad you asked (deranged)! To make a very long story short - paraphrased from @artdragon122 , the basic gist of it is that it follows a timeline where Kale survives and the "bad guys" play nice with the "good guys". A redemption arc if you will, and that was what the original plan was.

Full rundown under cut; General TWs for child abuse and neglect (Kale is not a happy camper).

Dragon and I came up with the AU following just that - everyone is happy and coexists with one another, and it gave us a chance to insert our OCs as well. No one died (well. kind of) and there was really nothing wrong. But I think the general trend with anything I, and by extension Dragon, touch never ends up being pure and happy and blissful.

We mostly use this AU for roleplay scenarios, so the both of us have different characters assigned to one another. The most important thing you should know about this is that Dragon had the ability to handle Kale, and miraculously, turned him into the saddest most tragic wet cat of a man ever. And by that I mean we both noticed that his poor relationship with the rest of his family is. Not that great. We took the fact that neither Peppermint nor Roxanne even batted an eye at his death in the game and ran with it.

Without going too deep into it just yet, Kale was heavily neglected and abused by his mother for not being the favorite child. Peppermint was raised to think he was the scum of the earth and thus treated him as such. Spectra ended up being the result of that, and was originally filled with the intent to brainwash his mother into giving him the love and care he was never able to have. Over time it evolved into something more sinister, thus bringing the events of the game to fruition.

While the other bosses survived Chai's escapades, Kale was not so lucky. He, quite literally, exploded to bits and was very lucky to even be able to be repaired. Chai had to and continues to live with the guilt that he did wind up killing someone. As Kale recovers, Chai and his gang handle the events at the secret Spectra lab below the island. Dragon had the brilliant idea of changing the memos you usually find down there to be a log of Kale's descent into insanity. It's very eye-opening for them and changes their entire perspective on why Kale did anything at all (except for Peppermint, we'll get to that later).

A few months later, a groupchat is made (where we stsrted this whole thing) in order to help everyone get along with each other better. It does go well save for a few incidents, one involving Chai stupidly throwing himself into a "rematch" with Roquefort and barely surviving, and some unlikely friendships are made. It slowly becomes obvious that Kale has a lot more going on than originally thought, even after everything, and surprisingly Chai is able to help him and Peppermint restore their relationship as siblings who deserve to care for one another.

Although, there is a more fucked up timeline to all this where Peppermint practically undergoes a villain arc which Dragon and I have dubbed the "Cocomelon AU". That's not important right now though.

That's basically all we have in terms of canon events for now, but here's some extra info that is just a bunch of things we decided to say "fuck it" and make canon:

• Roquefort and Drake (Dragon's OC) are married but like to pretend that they aren't. They're the pinnacle of ""toxic"" yaoi (they care about each other a lot).

• Chai is hopelessly head over heels for Kale. Kale is in that mixed stage of "why do I care about him so much" and no further moves have been made despite Chai's desperate attempts to get together. They'll figure it out eventually.

• Zanzo and Mimosa kiss each other apparently and they make it everyone's problem once people find out. It's horrid (awesome).

• We can make any franchise we want canon. This includes Monster Hunter and Ultrakill. Chai and Peppermint, who are completely "normal" about UK, were able to convince Zanzo to design IRL replicas of V1 and V2.

• Chai is a streamer and a very surprisingly wealthy furry artist. His top paying commissioner is Roquefort. It makes for very funny blackmail material.

• CNMN apparently works retail.

• Chai, Kale, and Peppermint are trans.

• Kale suffers from chronic migraines and is unfortunately subjected to the effects of getting high off of high doses of ibuprofen (may or may not have caused some emotional phone calls with his sister).

Holy fucking shit this is long. We will end up making this a sideblog at some point so if any of you are interested in this AU there will be that! If Dragon sees this feel free to add on LMAO

#canid.txt #ive been writing this for like #a half an hour #hi fi rush #hi fi normal au #hfr

[dracowars]

please there are barely any luke skywalker/reader fics on this map, i'm glad you take requests for him !! && i'm tempted to write one myself.

jedi-knight reader being taught by luke how to pilot after having a nightmare, just like really awkward and fluffy... but with sorta angst-y?? because the both of them were taught that jedis' weren't suppose to be together, the ending is up to your creative freedom !!

if you ever take this request, thank you, i adore you && your writing style, have a nice day/night :)

late night flights and kisses | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x jedi!reader

word count: 1,7k

summary: where luke and y/n are attracted to each other but know that the jedi code doesn't allow it

a/n: i love writing for our soft boy luke 🫶🏻 and you should definitely start writing one yourself, i want to read it!! <3 i hope you enjoy what i came up with here ♡♡♡ happy star wars day and may the 4th be with you ❤️

warnings: angst, mentions of blood

universe: star wars

Abruptly waking up with sweat running down your forehead, you sit up, clutching your trembling hands to your chest, on top of your fast beating heart. Your eyes scan the room in a panic, trying to decipher where you are and, in fact, realizing that you are not in the middle of a raging battlefield with your hands covered in blood but in your chamber on the rebel base. You are in your own safe space but, right now, it feels far away from that and the glooming moon that peeks through the small window doesn't make this feeling any better. You had these terrible nightmares for a while now but lately they were getting better and better. Until now, at least.

After staring into the void for a few more minutes, calming down your rapid breathing as well as your heartbeat, you leave your warm bed and throw on a coat, put on shoes and leave your sticky, clammy room behind. You make your way through the quiet rebel base, your destination unclear. You only know that you needed to get out of there as soon as possible and a bit of fresh air sounded like a good idea. And because of that, you find yourself standing in the huge hangar, stuffed with all sorts of spaceships, darkness laying over them.

The only source of light comes from one of the moons once again, casting a streak of white light onto the ground through the heavy hangar door that is slightly open. Only when you are already on your way towards the moon and thus to outside, do you notice another light source. Hardly noticeable and very weakly, the illumination next to an X-Wing catches your attention and you stop abruptly, pausing. You don't move a single muscle, waiting for something to happen, for any logical explanation as to why there is light on in the hangar in the deepest of night.

"Hello? Is someone there?", you ask, carefully taking a few steps in the direction of the light, your coat wrapped tightly around you, guarding you like a shield from whatever you will have to face. Your question is answered with a slight hiss, followed by the muttering of a few curses and a quiet rustle.

You take a closer look, relieved now that it appears to be just another pilot tinkering away on his ship in the middle of the night. But just as you are about to turn around, wanting to persuade your original goal, you notice which X-Wing it is, namely Red Five, and you can't help but shake your head in disbelief before walking towards it.

And just like you expected, you find none other than Luke, lying on a rollable surface under his X-Wing, working on it. He doesn't seem to have noticed you yet, didn't even hear your question earlier since he is completely focused and concentrating only on whatever he is doing with his beloved ship in this moment.

In order to not scare him to death, you quietly clear your throat and yet, his body flinches before he rolls out from underneath his X-Wing, looking at you with wide eyes that quickly turn from frightened to relieved upon recognizing you. He is wearing his orange pilot flight suit, the zipper not fully closed, and you are not sure if he has already put it back on or just never took it off in the first place. His hair is disheveled and there are a few beads of sweat on his forehead which tell you that he must have been here a long time already.

"What are you doing here, Y/N? You should sleep", he immediately starts reprimanding you, running his hand through his hair while placing the tool on the floor next to him.

"I could ask you the same thing", you reply swiftly, which makes Luke chuckle, lowering his head as he searchs for a suitable answer. Your eyes never leaving his stature, you sit on one of the taller boxes surrounding you, your legs dangling.

"Couldn't sleep. I guess it's the adrenaline from the mission", Luke sighs, grabbing a cloth to clean his smeared hands. "What about you?"

You knew he would ask, he always does, but it catches you off guard nevertheless. His eyes are filled with worry when you don't answer immediately, but you just don't know where to even start. That is why you choose to not start at all.

"Me too", you mumble, shrugging as he keeps looking at you. Luke frowns at your words, clearly not believing them and just when you think he is going to insist on receiving an honest answer from you, he stands up, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the cloth, tossing it away before offering you a hand.

Your gaze switches between his hand and his eyes that scream for you to take his hand, even though you have no idea what he intends on doing. However, you trust him, you always do, and he doesn't even need to say a word for you to finally grab his hand and let him pull you down.

Quickly, Luke swaps the hand he is holding you with and pulls you towards his X-Wing, right where the ladder is to climb into the cockpit. You look at him questioningly, but he just indicates for you to climb up. Shaking your head, you take a step back and remove your hand from his grab, but he is quick to catch you again.

"Luke, what are you doing?", you ask, irritated and confused.

"You always wanted to learn how to pilot, didn't you?", he smiles at you which sends warmth through your body. You didn't think he would remember such a small thing you once said when you two were on a mission. But he did. And the fact that he did makes you blush unavoidably, which is why you look away, not wanting to show him the impact that he has on you. As far as you are concerned, you are not supposed to have these kind of feelings towards him. You are both Jedi and they have always been forbidden to love.

"It's going to be fine. I'm here with you", Luke reassures you, squeezing your hand while the smile on his lips is not fading. If he notices your blushing, he doesn't show it. Instead he gently tugs at your hand again to encourage you to climb up the ladder. "Do you trust me?"

These words take you by surprise and you look at him again. You thought he already knew the answer to that question. And as you look in his eyes, you can see that he actually does know the answer and doesn't need to hear it from you, which is why you give in and let him help you into the cockpit. Sitting inside, Luke stands on the ladder next to you so he can look into the cockpit and at the numerous flashing buttons with you.

"Alright, are you comfortable?", he asks with a grin on his face and you just nod, returning his smile. "Very well. So, do you see this white button? Pushing it will activate the deflector shield. With this one you start into hyperdrive, which we don't want right now. Here you have the communication channel, if you ever want to chat with me via coms."

Luke goes on and on about explaining and showing you each and every button, even pressing some of those that can be activated without any damage considering that you are still in the hangar. Whenever he wants you to push one of them, your hands graze and both of you pull your hands away awkwardly before he clears his throat and continues to passionately ramble on.

What Luke doesn't notice, however, is that he comes closer to you each time he reaches over you. You can't keep the blush from creeping over your cheeks as his face is only inches away from yours, allowing you to see every small detail, every bump, every tiny scar on his glowing skin.

It is moments like these when you forget everything around you, especially the laws that the Jedi imposed on themselves back then. Why shouldn't you be allowed to love when the feeling inside you is so painfully strong? When it feels like it is eating you alive and you can't do anything about it?

As soon as Luke notices how close he is to you, he stops dead in his movement. His eyes lock with yours and if you wouldn't know better, you imagine his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second. Your faces are so close to each other that you can feel each other's breaths, sense each other's emotions. Neither of you says a word, but you don't need to as you savor the moment, enjoy the proximity. Right now, it is only you and him.

Slowly, Luke leans in and you feel like your heart is going to combust. Closing your eyes, you wait for him to finally kiss you, to finally show you that these rules mean nothing to the both of you any longer. But he doesn't.

When you open your eyes again, Luke has withdrawn, looking away as his cheeks take on a bright red color.

"I-I'm sorry. We can't. I can't", he stutters out, not able to look at you. Your heart aches as he says the words you never wanted to hear, especially not after his feelings seem to mirror yours. But because you love him with all you have, you understand.

"No, it's fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have- I think I should go now", you say, but it sounds more like a mumble, filled with sorrow, and you pull yourself up from the seat with your hands. But as soon as the words leave your mouth, Luke looks at you again and it is then that you see how all the emotions, all the possible decisions flash before his eyes. And before you know it, his hands cup your cheeks and his lips land on yours in a sweet but desperately needed kiss.

You sink back into his pilot seat, never wanting to miss the feeling of his soft lips on yours. You run your hand through his hair, enjoying every second of it. Completely out of breath, Luke lets go of you after a while, but this time, he doesn't withdraw. His forehead is against yours, his thumbs caressing your hot cheeks as you both smile at each other.

"I hated this rule anyway", Luke chuckles and you can't disagree as he connects your lips in another soft kiss.

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[kamidukki]

Berrien's 2023 BD Card Story - So That I Could Meet You (1/2)

Part 1

*Before you read, we'd like to inform that this story contains spoiler from EP 2.5.

It's recommended to read EP 2.5 before you proceed.

For those who want to avoid spoiler, please use the upper left button to go back.

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- Devil's Palace, Master Bedroom -

- Several days prior to Berrien's birthday -

/sounds of knocking

Lono: Master, can I come in?

[Go ahead]

Lono: Good morning, Master!

Bastien: Good morning, Master.

[Do you two need something?]

Bastien: That's right. There is... something we want to consult you today.

[Consult...?]

Lono: Yeah, that's about it.

Bastien: The thing we want to discuss with you is about... Berrien-san's birthday.

[Oh, Berrien's birthday is...]

Lono: Yes. It's getting closer, March the 5th.

Bastien: We're always indebted to Berrien-san. That's why we want to celebrate the occasion... But when we think of how, we fail to come up with anything good.

That's why we came seeking your advice.

[I see...]

Lono: So, Master, what do you think? Would you lend us a hand?

Since I was also indebted to Berrien, I wanted to congratulate him on his birthday as well.

[Absolutely! Let's think of something together!]

Lono: Thank you very much, Master!

Thus, the three of us, for the sake of celebrating Berrien's birthday, started a strategy meeting.

Lono: Let's see... There are lots of ways to celebrate a birthday, but...

If possible, something that can help Berrien-san relax would be better.

[To help Berrien relax?]

Bastien: Agreed. Recently, Berrien-san seems to be busier than usual...

The person himself might not realise it, but I don't doubt he must be feeling tired.

[Should we gift him a day-off?]

Lono: We did think about that too...

Bastien: But even if we give one to Berrien-san... He'll probably say 'I'm just doing things I want to do' and ends up working anyway.

[I see...]

Lono: The only time Berrien-san isn't working is when he's eating, I guess.

[Then, should we gift him a meal?]

Lono: Eh? Are you suggesting we prepare a birthday dinner for Berrien-san?

[Yes]

Bastien: A dinner... That might work... Also, eating delicious meals can help him recover from fatigue.

Lono: I see! As expected of Master, that was a good idea!

[Thank you]

Lono: Great, since it's a special occasion... might as well throw in the element of surprise!

Oi, Bastien. Let's make a luxurious dinner!

Bastien: Understood. But...

[What's wrong?]

Bastien: Since we're at it, I'm just thinking we might as well get a different present to give Berrien-san at the dinner...

[Then, how about I do it?]

Bastien: ...You, Master?

[I want to give Berrien something]

Lono: How nice! Receiving a present from the Master after a surprise dinner... Berrien-san will be really ecstatic!

Bastien: He really will be, no doubt.

By the way, Master. If you want to go out to buy present, we'll accompany you.

[Is it alright?]

Lono: Yes! Since we need to shop for the dinner's ingredients too... And if you're having trouble choosing your present, feel free to ask our help!

[Thank you]

In order to find a present for Berrien, I went out afterwards, accompanied by the two.

- Central Land, Espoir -

- The following day -

Berrien: Let's see... With this, we're more or less finish buying everything.

Lono: ...

Bastien:

[...]

Berrien: Err... Everyone, is something the matter?

[I-it's nothing]

Bastien: (To think that Berrien-san said he wanted to join our outing... Because we weren't able to find a good excuse to refuse, he ended up coming with us...)

Lono: (What should we do... At this rate, Master won't be able to buy the present... There's no way Master would buy it in front of Berrien-san himself, right.)

[(What should I do...)]

Berrien: Uh... Is everything truly alright?

[I-it is]

Lono: T-that's right! No worries, really!

Bastien: By the way, Berrien-san, saying that you wanted to go along with us... Does that mean there's something you need to get done in Espoir?

[Is that so, Berrien?]

Berrien: Yes, there is.

The truth is... There's this new shop in town that's selling tea and teacups.

Moreover, the owner of the shop is none other than someone we, the Devil Butlers, protected from an angel before.

I received a letter from that person inviting us to take a look at his shop.

That's why, I decided to do so today.

[I see]

Lono: Hee~ To hear from someone we've helped... What a happy story it is!

Bastien: And for him to be an owner of a teashop, it must be brilliant news for you, Berrien-san.

[Isn't that good, Berrien?]

Berrien: Yes, I'm really feeling happy. I look forward so much to visiting the shop 🎶

A teashop... I might find something for Berrien's birthday present there.

Stealing a glance at Berrien's profile, I made a decision on what my birthday present would be.

[(I hope everything goes well...)]

- Teashop in Espoir -

- After a while -

We arrived at the destined teashop.

A man, seemingly to be the owner, greeted us with a big smile on his face.

Shop owner: Well, well, if it isn't the devil butlers! Welcome!

Berrien: Long time no see. Congratulations on the opening of your new shop.

Shop owner: Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you.

Lono: Hehe... As I thought, it feels nice to be thanked so honestly.

Bastien: Yeah, feeling like your hard work pays off.

Shop owner: Now, go ahead and browse at your own leisure. Tea leaves or tea wares, we've got quite a collection here.

Berrien: /chuckles

Well then, we'll do right away.

Having said that, Berrien began to look at the teacups on the display.

Berrien: Hmm, each of them is pretty... Oh?

[What's wrong?]

Berrien: Master, please take a look at this teacup over here.

At the end of Berrien's pointed finger was a beautiful teacup with orange colored pattern and golden rim.

Berrien: How beautiful... I like the warm, honey-like color.

[It's lovely]

Berrien: Yes. Moreover, the delicate touch of the painting is wonderful.

Berrien seemed to be entranced by the teacup before him.

If so... gifting him this teacup might be a fine idea.

The problem was how to buy it without him noticing...

[(What should I do, I wonder...)]

Bastien: /coughs

Excuse me, Berrien-san.

Lono: Err, well... Could you come over a bit? We want to ask about what teas go well with what dishes.

Berrien: Oh? Are you both interested in tea?

Understood. I'll be over there soon.

Saying that, Berrien walked over to them.

Lono: (Master, now is your chance!)

[(Thanks, you two!)]

While Berrien was preoccupied on the other side, I secretly made a payment.

Just as I finished the transaction, the conversation between them seemed to have settled down.

Berrien: I suppose it was more or less like that, speaking of tea that matches the dish served.

Bastien: I see... I wonder if it applies to meat dishes as well.

Lono: Hmm... All this talk is making me want to make more meat dishes...

Sorry, Berrien-san. Can I go out a bit to buy some more meat right now?

Berrien: It's fine by me. In that case, I'll be waiting here with the Master.

Lono: Really sorry, Berrien-san. But I'll come back soon.

Bastien: Oi, Lono. If you're going to buy meat, I'll tag along.

Lono: I don't mind, but we're not stopping by a weapon shop on the way, got it?

Alright, then... Master, Berrien-san, please excuse us.

Bastien: Excuse us...

Lono and Bastien exited the shop.

Berrien: Well, they've gone.

...Fu fu.

[What happened?]

Berrien: Oh, no... It's just, I feel like those two is more in sync than they've ever been.

As a fellow first floor butler, I can't help but be happy.

Moreover, since I have gotten quite busy with the requests recently, it's been a while since I'm able to enjoy my time slowly with you, Master. This makes me happy too... And I ended up laughing a little.

[Berrien...]

Berrien: The peaceful moments I'm spending with you are what rejuvenate me.

... A butler isn't supposed to be saying such things, is he.

My apologies, Master.

If you'd be very kind to forget what I've just said, I'll be grateful.

By the way, Master...

[Yes?]

Berrien: Since yesterday, don't you think the atmosphere is somewhat restless?

[Eh!?]

Berrien: Besides, both Lono-kun and Bastien-kun seemed a little off...

[D-did they?]

Berrien: /chuckles

Yes. Since we've spent quite an amount of time together, I can somehow catch the difference.

As expected, Master too... is feeling a little restless, right?

[N-not really...]

Not wanting him to find out about the surprise, I averted my eyes from Berrien's.

Berrien: Oh~? Master, why wouldn't you look at me? 🎶

With the playful smile still on his expression, Berrien's gazes once again locked with mine.

[E-err...]

Berrien: /chuckles

My apologies, Master. It's supposed to be a secret from me, isn't it?

[I-I can't tell you anything yet...]

Berrien: Oh my, is that so. Am I to look forward to it, then?

[Absolutely]

Berrien: Fu fu, understood. Then, I'll be sure to wait patiently.

I don't know what kind of secret it could be... but looking at Lono-kun, Bastien-kun, and Master who seem to be having fun, I can't help but feel the same 🎶

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Part 2

#aknk #akuneko #あくねこ #悪魔執事と黒い猫 #berrien cliane

[wellthebardsdead]

Fools prayer pt11

Part 10 here

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Nerevar: *eyes practically glazed over as he sits at the head of the table reading the meeting agenda* why has house Dres blanked out all topics for an ‘important revelation’, more so, why is it so important to have delayed your journey home, divayth?

Divayth Fyr: Why does house Dres declare Anything they do important? Perhaps it’ll be an elongated apology for the behaviour of Sen Dres… but if that were so house redoran should surely be blotting out the rest of the meeting.

Vivec: *quietly folding his legs and relaxing on the cushion next to nerevar, finding immense comfort in the familiarity of sifting through and filing his paperwork as he did when he first became Hortator, and then later king* His spies are loud and clumsy. They believe us sharing a bed together to be a gossip worthy revelation.

Nerevar: …What?

Vivec: they believe we’ve had sex and thus must be conspiring.

Divayth Fyr: the gift of prophecy continues to be present with you Vivec.

Vivec: no they’re just painfully predictable in their stupidity. It could very well be something else or hold deeper issue but there are rice paddies with more depth than anything they could bother presenting as a problem.

Nerevar: Ha! Hhhn… *rubs his face* please let today be over with quickly… *looks up as the door opens revealing sen dres, standing there with temple guards and flanked by the other house heads all looking confused*

Sen Dres: *grins darkly at nerevar* The good daedra mysteriously quiet, a tribune spared by your hands, and one you gladly bedded and conspired with to erase the council… what do you have to say for yourself, my, lord?

Vivec: I can’t even sit upright without being in pain if you think for a minute I let him fuck me then you’re as dumb as you are stupid.

Nerevar: V-vivec?

Divayth Fyr: *snickers behind his sleeve as the other council heads and guards do the same* he’s not an official anymore he’s no standard to set, nothings holding him back.

Sen Dres: I- Excuse me?!

Vivec: you’re excused.

Sen Dres: *steps forward and hisses in pain as his whole body aches from his punishment* I was addressing the Hortator not you, whore!

Nerevar: Guards remove grandmaster dre-

Sen Dres: You’re not-

Vivec: Allowed to address the king directly following your grave insult to him before the public. You’re lucky he didn’t have you killed for your transgression. *fixes his choppy hair behind his ear as he continues sorting papers* Tell me Grandmaster, do you have any evidence to support your claims against your king? Or simply word of mouth from a spy dressed as a servant?

*silence*

Sen Dres: *suddenly very tense realising the blunder he’s now committed himself to* Yes. I do. Blood was found upon the bed you two shared last night. Following the sudden disappearance of the good daedra along with the subsequent destruction of Azuras summoning chamber we’ve reason to believe-

Vivec: You are correct. The blood was mine.

Sen Dres: You confess then?

Vivec: No. the blood was mine, from my womb. But it was not spilled by ill prepared ecstasy. It weeped from the wounds you caused me when you struck my abdomen, just as the other sores you inflicted upon me wept into my dressings… Tell me, Sen Dres… Were any other bodily fluids found upon his majesties bedding?

Sen Dres: … *bows his head lowly realising he’s made himself the fool and condemned himself again* no.

Vivec: do you have any further evidence to condemn his highness for daring to show familiarity to me?

Sen Dres: … *shakes his head* no…

Vivec: Are you aware of the punishment you’ll receive for such bold false accusations to your betters?

Sen Dres: *unable to hide the vague flint of excitement in his eyes as he nods, body already trembling at the idea of further pain and fuel to his anger* yes…

Vivec: *looks to nerevar* you’re allowed to get rid of him… why do you allow him to step over you? Why do you bend to the whims of worms beneath your feet?

Nerevar: to maintain order… *sighs sitting upright to give his sentence*

???: And how well as that been working out for you?

Nerevar: *blinks and looks at vivec only to scramble back in a panic and scream his throat nearly bloody in terror as he sees Voryns red eyes staring back at him with a wicked grin* GET AWAY! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY-

“Neht you’re hurting me!!”

Nerevar: *jolts awake to find himself in his bed, the room dark beyond the dim yellow glow of the oil lamp, and vivec holding his hands with a shaking and frightened grasp* v-Vehk? Vivec is it really y-you? Please tell me it’s you I can’t- I can’t tell what’s real anymore!

Vivec: *heavy bags under his eyes as they both slowly turn red and his forehead begins to split open* wake up.

Nerevar: no- no no don’t say that I am awake! Im awake!

“WAKE UP!!”

Nerevar: *shoots upright as he’s snapped back to reality via the sudden urge to use the bathroom* Hnuhhh? What?… *looks up to see himself back in the meeting room, just himself, Divayth, and vivec… and his hand in a cup of tea* what the?…

Divayth Fyr: oh good you’re awake, are you going to stay awake or are you going to slap vivec in the face for trying to wake you up again?

Nerevar: I? Wh-what? *looks at vivec*

Vivec: *looking just as exhausted as nerevar only now visibly irritated as he rubs his cheek* I found that document you wanted, are you awake now or should I hit you back?

Nerevar: I… I’m sorry… I- *rubs his face and leans over to vivec kissing his cheek, smiling as he smells his familiar scent of parchment, white musk and patchouli. The scent giving him tether back to reality, thin as a hair, but a tether no less* I’m just so tired…

Vivec: *smiles and leans into the kiss, knowing nerevars lips anywhere and enjoying the genuine warmth only they could have* me too… *sighs* me too…

Nerevar: *sits back on his cushion* What was the meeting plan again?

Vivec: house dres is unable to be present, house redoran has sent a secondary councillor as stand in, grain allocation and talk of what influence I may have in the temple, and- Oh! Ash yam wedges and fried scrib for lunch.

Divayth Fyr: *huffs* I was hoping for dipping noodles.

#fools prayer #voryn dagoth #nerevar #vivec

[dkniade]

Translation: Albedo’s Birthday Letter 09/13/2023

Game: Genshin Impact

Developer: HoYoverse

Fan Localization: Dusk

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I will again try not to make it sound choppy while still maintaining Albedo’s character…

(Requested by @ai56, and by my own interest.)

I remember how flustered I felt when I first read it, calling him something like a “poetic bastard”…

“(as an artist) so you understand!! ...WHY IS THIS GUY SO SMOOTH. Whoever wrote for Albedo’s birthday message this year KNOWS WHAT THEY’RE DOING. you poetic Dragonspine bastard is this what living in the City of Poetry does to a person (affectionate)”

“Oh but, the idea of adding a few strokes upon an old work’s cracked dry paint… Brings to mind Albedo doodling around his imperfection (star mark) which in theory sounds cute but it is the neck we’re talking about

“But, adding a few strokes… Hmm, how inspiring. I’ll have to try that sometime with my art too. Of course it doesn’t quite feel the same on a digital artwork but… I guess for too long I’ve held the belief that physical artworks are prone to destruction.

“No, actually, an artist I knew in real life has also told me the same thing about adding new strokes to old artworks—or even painting over them completely.”

It will be in this order: original Chinese text, my rough-ish translation, my more polished translation, official English localization, layers of metaphor, and translation notes.

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Original Chinese Text

完成一幅画作之后，每隔一段时间我就会将它取出，再次欣赏一番。

人们说，作画的目标就是将一刹那的美景化作永恒。然而质量再好的颜料也会干裂，那一刹那的美景早已老去。

不过，我并不反感这种变化。

发现旧作的颜料干裂时，我偶尔会循着裂纹补上几笔，如此竟能得到一幅新的得意之作。

就像人们喜欢的定期小聚，确认了岁月在彼此脸上留下的风霜后，心生慨叹，却也让彼此的情谊更加醇厚。

或许对于画作来说，时间本身也是颜料的一种。

如果你有时间前来一聚，这副名为「你我」的画作，也可以新添几笔了。

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My Rough-ish Translation

After a painting is complete, I like to take it out once in a while to admire it again.

People say that the goal of painting is to capture a fleeting scenery and render it eternal. Yet even paint of the highest quality would crack, with that fleeting scenery long gone.

But I’m not displeased by such change, actually.

When I find that the paint on an old work is cracking, occasionally I’ll follow the cracks to add a few strokes. To think that it would even end up as a new favourite work of mine…

It’s like those rendezvous that people enjoy. After identifying the hardships—like frost left by the winds of time—on each other’s faces, they sigh in regret, yet this deepens the affections of both parties.

Or perhaps for a painting, time itself is a type of pigment.

If you have the time to meet up, this painting called “You and I” would also receive a few more brushstrokes.

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My More Polished Translation

When I finish a painting, I’d take it out once in a while to admire it again.

People say the goal of painting is to capture a fleeting scenery and render it eternal. Yet even paint of the highest quality would crack, with that fleeting scenery long gone.

But I’m not displeased by such a change.

When I find that the paint on an old work is cracking, I’d occasionally add a few strokes while following the cracks. To think that it would even end up as a new favourite work of mine…

It’s like those rendezvous that people enjoy. After seeing the hardships the frosty winds of time left on eachother’s faces, they sigh to themselves in regret, yet this deepens the affections they have with each other.

Or perhaps for a painting, time itself is also a pigment.

Should you have time to meet, this painting called “You and I” would also gain a few more strokes.

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Official English Localization

After completing a painting, I like to take it out from time to time to admire the work.

People say that the purpose of a painting is to capture the beauty of a moment for eternity. But even the highest quality paints will crack with time, and that moment's beauty will long have begun to fade.

However, I don't mind this change at all.

When I find that the paint has begun to dry and flake, I will often brush over the fissures with new strokes, and the new piece thus created is one I can continue to cherish.

Just as people enjoy regular gatherings, seeing the wrinkles left by long years of hardships, worries, and lament on one another's faces thickens the bonds between friends.

Or perhaps for a painting, time itself is a kind of pigment.

Should you have time to come for one such gathering, we will be able to add a few more brushstrokes to the painting called "You and I." .

A raw translation will not do. I need to understand what Albedo is feeling at this moment. 

Reading at it again, he’s possibly alluding to the Japanese pottery-repairing technique of kintsugi, where you piece together a broken object with lacquer dusted with powder gold, putting it back together while allowing the cracks to become part of the artwork. 

……Doesn’t it symbolize him perfectly, with his “pontil-mark” star mark of imperfection and humanity?

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Layers of Metaphor

finished artwork has cracks so he mends the cracks with paint strokes following the cracks’ shape 

This is like how hardships endured by a person over the years shows on their face

The adjusted painting is a new work worth admiring

This is like how seeing resistance to hardships over time deepens the bond between friends

Different events caused by the flow of time change people, like how different pigments change an artwork

Meeting with Albedo again would allow him to see how time (and travel across Teyvat) has changed the Traveler and himself, like adding strokes to the artwork he calls You and I

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T/N 1: The second line in the original says 将一刹那的美景化作永恒, juxtaposing 刹那 (chànà, instant, moment, split second, etc) with 永恒 (yǒnghéng, eternity). I’ve chosen to render this as “to capture a fleeting scenery and render it eternal”. Such is the nature of painting, and of course Albedo has the patience for it.

T/N 2: In the original’s fourth line, “如此竟能得到一幅新的得意之作” seems to suggest some slight surprise at the result, hence my choice of “to think that it would even end up as a new favourite work of mine…”, instead of the sureness in the official loxalization’s “and the new piece thus created is one I can continue to cherish.”

T/N 3: 风霜 (fēngshuāng) refers to hardships, and the literal translation would be wind and frost. Quite poetic for a dweller of the snowy mountain, Dragonspine, in the Anemo Archon’s region. Frost left by the winds of time here (more surface translation of the 岁月在彼此脸上留下的风霜 section would be hardships left on echother’s face by time) was my attempt to preserve the image and not an intentional nod to the Ad Oblivione (“the wind that flows forever” or “the thousand winds that return to one” described by Aranaga in the final part of the Sumeru World Quest “The Final Chapter”)… I think. Perhaps Albedo was referring to it discreetly?

T/N 4: 心生(xīnshēng) means to feel (an emotion) in one’s heart (directly, an emotion being generated in one’s heart). 慨叹 (kǎitàn) is a verb meaning to sigh (with regret) however, so it’s strange to use it after another verb that takes a noun phrase… I suppose 心生慨叹 could be an over-the-top way to mean sigh in regret.

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Overall, the official English localization is very good. Some subtle differences are perhaps not caught (mostly the feeling of subtle surprise about reworking an artwork, and the line about hardships and the imagery it brings), but in the end, it’s just as poetic as it is in Chinese.

#though this is a request. please keep in mind that generally I won't accept requests unless I find it interesting #albedo #genshin impact #genshin translation #albedo kreideprinz #albedo birthday #symbolism #genshin analysis #dusk analysis #dragonspine #chinese #mandarin #game translation #fan translation

[lego-man-speer]

Hello! I'm sorry to ask. One of your blogs said that you could be asked a question. The fact is that the theme of "Hess's Flight to England" is revealed in different ways. Do you think it was a collusion with the British, an order or your own desire? Once again, I'm sorry for the question. You don't have to answer if you think the question is stupid.

Hi! The reasons surrounding Hess's flight have been subject to conspiracies since the moment the British knew he had been taken as a prisoner of war in their country. And as a result of this, people tend to believe a lot of untrue things about his flight, and I hope to clear a couple of rumours.

Overall, we don't know exactly why Hess flew, nor to we know for certain that Hitler had any knowledge of this prior to the flight (although evidence leans overwhelmingly to the side that he knew nothing of this and the flight was all Hess's idea). But I'll try my best to break down some of Hess's testimony as well as dispel rumours (because some rumours were wacky af)

The first of these myths (and the most popular one) is that Hitler knew about, and had planned, Hess's flight to Scotland. This has been a topic of disagreement even within Hess's own family. Hess's son, Wolf Rüdiger, argues that the claim that his father flew on his own initiative 'contradicts the laws of logic', whereas Hess's wife, Ilse, was firm in her belief that the flight was all her husband's idea. There is very little evidence to support the idea that Hitler knew anything about the flight before it happened. In fact there is more evidence to the contrary. First of which is from Hess's own testimony. An interrogation with Viscount Simon on the 9th of June 1941 has the following conversation:

Viscount Simon: “Would you tell me, do you come here with the Führer's knowledge, or without his knowledge?”

R. Hess: “Without his knowledge.” Adding: “Absolutely (laughs).”

Hitler having knowledge of the flight would have strengthened Hess's case, but he always denied any such thing. We should also look at Hitler's reaction to Hess's flight. For this we have Albert Speer's testimony which he repeated not only in his books, but also in television interviews. Speer, who was present at the Berghof when Hitler was made aware that Hess had flown to Scotland, recalled that Hitler reacted with an 'animal cry' and began shouting around asking “where is Göring? Where is Goebbels?”. Hitler also ordered the arrest of Hess's adjutants as well as ordering that Hess be shot on sight if he was to ever return to Germany. Along with Hitler's reaction, we also need to look at obvious practical reasons as to why Hitler would not have known. The first of which is that Hitler had previously banned Hess from flying as he considered it too dangerous. Hess had to use a pseudonym in order to participate in flying competitions (something he took great enjoyment in). The second of which is something pointed out by Hitler's biographer Ian Kershaw: if Hitler truly wanted peace with Britain he would have chosen someone more well-versed in foreign relations than Hess. I think this is resounding evidence that Hess chose to fly on his own initiative.

The second myth is that Hess was invited into Britain by the British government. A question that was raised by conspiracy theorists is 'why wasn't Hess's plane shot down when he entered British airspace?' There is some belief that the RAF were given orders to allow Hess to pass through the skies, however no such orders have been found. On the contrary, there were orders to shoot his plane down, which was confirmed post-war by the pilots involved. The reason why Hess wasn't shot down was because the pilots tasked with intercepting him were unable to make visual contact with him. Hess had noticed a layer of mist at a lower altitude and thus descended into it, preventing spitfires from seeing him from above (however, he was flying so low that he could be heard from the ground!). There are two more points surrounding this myth that we need to acknowledge. First, if the British had invited Hess into the UK, why was there no welcoming committee prepared for him? Although Hess had bailed out of his plane before reaching his desired location, no one was out looking for him, and the Duke of Hamilton (the man which Hess intended to make contact with) certainly was not expecting him. In fact, the British government were taken by complete surprise by this action and were unsure of what to do with Hess. The second point that must be acknowledged is that Hess attempted suicide twice while in British custody, this fact does not make sense in the “Britain invited Hess to negotiate” narrative.

This last myth isn't about Hess's flight, but it's still a conspiracy that I think is worth covering. This final myth is that Hess was killed at some point and replaced with a body double. This myth was started after Hess's death by a surgeon at Spandau, claiming that Hess's medical records didn't add up with his examinations. However, this was cleared up quickly with DNA blood tests that confirmed that the Hess who had died in Spandau was the real Hess. Adding onto this, there had never been any doubts from Hess's inmates that he was the same Hess prior to his flight.

I hope this answered your question! I'm sorry this took so long to respond to.

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