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strawbrryval · 3 months

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CAN U WRITE FOR SUKUNA IM BEGGING HJFJFJRR

Never Lose Me

you knew sukuna would kill you if he knew where you were right now, but you didn't care. you had it in your airy little head that he was a cheater because of what one of your 'homegirls' told you.

it all started when you were in your shared apartment laid on the bed scrolling through instagram waiting for 'kuna to come home when your 'friend' sent you a picture of him hugging this girl.

you never were the smartest, so you never second-guessed the photo. you on the other hand immediately broke down into tears. sukuna never liked her and always suggested you get better friends for a reason.

he always got weird vibes from her because she continuously tried to make passes at him whenever you weren't around.

you could only imagine your boyfriend's surprise to get drunken texts and voicemails of you telling him to 'go fuck himself' and how you 'don't need him'.

my supersoaker🫶🏼💞: [ forwarded an image ]

my supersoaker🫶🏼💞: nigga FUCJ you

my supersoaker🫶🏼💞: i thoguth we had somethgin anf you trwest me like thid??? i hste you!

hubby💝: ??? baby? who sent you that???

hubby💝: and are you at the fucking club??

you stared at your phone through teary eyes as you blocked his number and turned off location sharing. you shoved your phone into your purse and continued drinking your feelings away.

sukuna had been watching from across the bar for probably 20 minutes now. he watched you flirting with the guy you were talking to for maybe the same amount of time. he studied the way you held onto his arm and laughed at all his jokes. it made his blood boil.

“what do you say we take this a step further hm?~” his hand slipped up your thigh and you giggled when he started nibbling on your neck.

“nah fuck this.” your boyfriend slammed his drink on the counter and stormed towards you, angrily shoving people out of the way but he didn't care. his main focus was you.

he didn't say anything as he heaved you over the shoulder like a sandbag, ignoring your protests and the weird looks he got as he exited the bar. he practically threw you in the passenger's seat and locked the door.

the car ride to his house was dead silent. except for your protests and complaints about your boyfriend's behavior.

“Bitch why the fuck did you do all that for?” you stared at him with your arms crossed over your chest in annoyance, glaring at him for an answer that never came.

the rest of the ride was just you looking out the window and light curses underneath your breath of “cheating ass”, “hoe ass”, “worthless ass”.

once you got home, sukuna parked the car and dragged you into his house with a tight grip on your arm.

he walked into his bedroom and threw you down on the bed before locking the door. then sukuna finally spoke after what was hours after not speaking.

“you gonna explain your sudden little tantrum or do i have to fuck the attitude outta you first?”

sukuna chuckled when you still had your arms crossed over your chest, not looking in his direction. your eyes were puffy as you let out little hiccups and sniffles. you were still mad at him for spoiling your fun. how cute.

just then he harshly gripped your chin forcing you to look at him. “it’s really rude to not look people in the eyes when they’re talking to you.”

his hands traveled down to your neck and he squeezed it tightly, you felt a breathy chuckle in your ear before he began to speak.

“so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh ma?”

it was about 20 minutes later and your brain was so foggy to the point where you couldn’t remember how you got into this position.

your boyfriend had you on all fours, one of his hands pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail, the other wrapped around your neck pulling your head back to whisper the most disgusting things into your ear.

“you think what you said t’me was nice? you thought it was funny to send me those voicemails and texts while i was working? huh? y’had me worrying my ass off you dumb. fucking. bitch.”

he emphasized those last three words with harsh thrusts, before pulling your head back to tap his fingers at the side of your cheek. “open.” he mumbled before spitting roughly in your mouth. “swallow all that shit.” he spat before shoving your face back into the pillow before you.

he took this time to analyze how small your figure was compared to his. you were so much smaller… so vulnerable… so much easier to manhandle.

sukuna decided to tease you. fucking you slowly, working every inch of his thick cock into your little hole as slowly as he could. he wanted you to memorize every vein and inch. he wanted to make sure you never forget tonight and you should never disobey him ever again.

“wouldn’t have to be this way if you were just a good little girl who followed the rules. tsk.” this had been going on for hours now. the rough fucking, the degradation, even after what? 4 orgasms? he still hasnt had his. you figured out by now that this wasn’t a punishment… he wanted to torture you.

“p-pleasee ryo.. i’m- haa~ s-sorry! wan’ you t’fill me up. please!” he chuckled darkly. “ y’want me to fill you up? huh?” “please! hnghh- m’sorry!” “you never did have any shame did ya hun?”

sukuna’s thrusts began to get sloppier as he was nearing his release. you whimpered for him to slow down as your tear stained face was pressed into the pillow. his balls slapping against your clit with each harsh thrust.

“i won’t f-fuck- i wont slow down. you’re grown right? if you can go to the bar on your own then you can take this shit like a big girl too. right?”

before you knew it hot ropes of cum start spurting out filling your tight cunt. your boyfriend’s thrusts began to slow down until they came to a complete stop.

he slowly pulled out of you, replacing his cock with his fingers to keep his seed in. humming lowly before getting up to get some towels from the bathroom.

you woke up the next morning in his shirt. you tried to get up before feeling an immense pain in your back. you groaned before you felt a large hand rubbing at the small of your back.

“y’wanna talk about your feeling now? if you don’t want too then we can always go for round two. i still have some energy left over.” he smirked down at you.

“this was supposed t’be a surprise but… the girl i was hugging in the picture you sent wasn’t anybody baby. remember when we were apartment shopping and you mentioned you really wanted the one in shibuya?”

you nodded as sukuna pushed some of your hair behind your ear to see your face better.

“it’s ours now.” sukuna thought that nothing could compare to your smile in that very moment as you hugged and peppered kisses across his face while murmuring little ‘thank yous’ in his ear.

“yeah, yeah.” he chuckled and hugged you back. “you could never lose me that easily.”

a/n: thank you so much for this request anon!!! it took me a little while but i really enjoyed writing it. hope you enjoy!! </3!!

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shokiren · 1 year

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COME BACK, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.

pairing: shidou ryusei x reader

summary: shidou has been inlove with for as long as he can remember. but he is bound to get impatient, as you can't see that he's the perfect guy for you, not those worthless jackasses.

a/n: hi <3 my first work on this blog!! ahh im excited ab this, i hope you enjoy this mwah mwah, also this is NOT proofread (im too lazy, please bear w me)

you don't know what you'd do if it weren't for shidou.

shidou was your best friend– yes, he could be quite odd at times, but he had his moments. he was very touchy, but in a very non-romantic way (or so you thought.).

you and his mom were best friends too, so they came over at eachother's houses quite often, and so naturally, you both became good friends as time passed by.

when you were barely ten, you remember being scared of shidou because he was like a feral cat. he would not sit down, and may have kicked the ball so hard that it absolutely obliterated the neighbour's most precious plant– of course, you both fled the scene as fast as you could after that. it is also your best kept secret.

both your mom's sent you to the same highschool, saying that who knows– you both might fall in love and might marry each other, all in secret, of course.

but you're glad they did what they did, even if you don't know the reasoning yet.

you both stuck around each other, till college. and now here you are, on one of your late night trips and the music bursting from the speakers of the lavish car.

you held a bottle of vodka in one hand as the other hunt out the window. okay, your state was understandable because you just had been rejected by your crush, your crush of nine months.

you sang the lyrics to each song you knew at the top of your lungs, as well as taking a sip every here and then. shidou also held a bottle of vodka in his hands, drinking as much as his mouth could fit.

"i hate him, i hate him, i hate him!" the words tumbled out of your mouth unconsciously, not really comprehensible but shidou understands. "'would kill him if i saw him on campus." shidou says, eyes still ahead on the road. you just nod, "you're so nice, shidou. love you." you say, leaning against the black leather fabric of the seat, and slowly drifting off to sleep.

the thing was, shidou liked you. he thinks he's liked you ever since the end of highschool. he doesn't know why, but thinks it has something to do with how long you have stuck with him, because usually, he was left alone because he was "mean and weird". sure, you thought the same things at first, but then slowly learned that he wasn't actually mean, he was just joking around.

and now, he's blushing at the two words, slowly muttering, "love ya too..". he wishes you could just see him, and not fall for total jackass', he wishes he could just be given one chance where he could tell you what he's felt for you in one go, without messing up the bond between you both.

he turns down the loud music so you can sleep peacefully. he knows that you have been overworking yourself and not getting enough sleep, so he should just let you rest.

he thinks you look ethereal like this. sleeping like an angel while the streetlight's soft down shone upon your face. he thinks he might just kiss you right now.

he hopes you see that he's the perfect guy for you, not those worthless jackasses.

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winters-rose-daughterofcain · 5 months

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Part 2 of Everlark and their parents lets go Peeta your turn now.

Now this one is harder. We know very little explicit information about Peeta's family so a lot of this will be inference and my own personal interpretation of the family and their dynamic based on what we do see, what we don't see, and the way Peeta acts, so if you disagree with me that's all good lol.

So first, Peeta grew up in an absuive household. That's not a debate that's explicitly canon. Him mother not only hits him, implied to be with something, but also calls him a worthless creature when he burns the bread for Katniss. No matter that circumstance that is not how you treat your eleven year old child, that is not how you treat any child period, and this clearly isn't a one off or first time. Even though we personally see very little of the abuse on page, I at least think its impact of Peeta is very clear.

This boy has abysmal self esteem, when he discovers Katniss and Haymich have hidden things from him again he feels as if they view him as weak and stupid and too dumb to get it, that's the automatic assumption even though we know that's so far from the truth it's laughable. But for a child that grew up being consistently insulted and belittled it's not that far of a jump to make.

His ability to lie, also I think is relevant here. That kind of ability with words doesn't come from nowhere, that doesn't just happen that's something practiced. A theme with Katniss and Peeta's talents throughout the trilogy is that even the things they are good at and that help them were born from necessity. Katniss is so good with a bow and practical survival skills because she had to be, because even though she grew to love hunting, she and her family would have died without it. Peeta's skill with art comes from working at the bakery it comes from years worth or practise and labor he put in as a child, and I think his ability to lie, manipulate, mask his true feelings and talk his way though things stems from a similar place. His mother is called 'the witch' colloquially, we see she clearly has a temper and resorts to violence and insults quickly. A lot of children who grow up in abuse grow to be very charming, they learn how to lie and manipulate the situation to get themselves out of trouble and to keep themselves and potentially their siblings safe. At least to me Peeta's unmatched ability to impact and morph a situation with just his words could very easily be linked back to his childhood. We all love that Peeta is such a good manipulator but only ever uses it for good, and I think this is partially why, because he doesn't even want to be necessarily, it was a skill born for survival. His mothers cruelty is also shown very much to not be reserved purely for him, she chases starving children away from their empty bins, speaks awfully about the seam and the people from it.

His father is a complicated man. he clearly dose have love for Peeta and is shown many times to be a kind man at his core. But he is passive. He may bring Katniss cookies and make generous trades, he may have been the one to impart that inherent kindness we see in him onto Peeta, and may have been the only safe adult in the house, but he is passive. We don't know the extent of how much he steps in when his wife starts acting out, but from what we can see of her effect of Peeta clearly not enough. He also doesn't come to live with him after the games, none of them do. And while I understand practically that might not be the most reasonable situation, a newly disabled, traumatised sixteen year old boy was still left to live alone. His family may have visited often, they still talk we see him going to dinner with them, but I think their lack of mention speaks more than anything else here.

The relationship between his parents was also not exactly the best model to grow up observing. When he is five years old his dad tells Peeta is was in love with another woman, he points out her child to him, explains how he lost her. There is no addendum of how much he loves his mother now, how it was in the past. Peeta grew up with parents he was acutely aware did not love each other and from what we see and here, don't even pretend to act like it.

Now how dose this relate to Katniss. This first part is more my own speculation so ignore me if you disagree, but Katniss in the first games mentions Peeta doing certain things with her she remembers her parents doing, and wondering where he learnt it from, thinking surely not his own parents. And I think she's right, I think he learnt it from hers. Peeta is observant, I think after his father pointed out Katniss and her mother he payed attention, not just to Katniss but to her parents as well. I think he was a little fascinated by this family, these parents who clearly adore each other these children with skin clear of bruises who have never been made to feel like nothing from there parents who clearly think the world of them. There was six years from when Peeta noticed her to Mr Everdeens death, that's six years for him to observe this family and their love. Not obsessively, not even knowingly, but I think it happened. I think the Everdeens weren't just Katniss's reference for a relationship but Peeta's as well. I don't think she was the only one drawing comparisons, even if he didn't completely realise what he was doing.

(Additional evidence for this pointed out by @intellectual-punk in Mockingjay Haymitch tells Katniss the doctors showed Peeta the propo of her singing The Hanging Tree and he recognized the song and Katniss says she doesn’t know how he could as he never heard her sing it. Haymitch says he remembers her father singing it as their fathers traded. Peeta hasn't heard this song since he was 11, he’s 17 at the time of remembering it. So for him to remembering it after so long after last hearing it and clearly not hearing it around the house we can imagine that her father must have sang it near every time the two men traded and that Peeta was either specifically listening to his singing as he knows from his father that that is how Mr Everdeen won over Mrs Everdeen or he was just generally paying attention to the man either on his own or in relation to Katniss.)*Found in notes {Thank you so much for this}

I also think, going back to people seeking out the familiar, that Katniss reminded him in certain ways of his father. They're both quiet, both people associated with providing food in one way or another. I think he see's her in the way that while they both clearly love him, they both struggle to show him, leaving him to question it for a long time. But where his father fails to protect him, Katniss doesn't. Katniss doesn't have his fathers passivity, far from it, Katniss Everdeen is anything but passive. She actively works to protect him and others, she speaks out loudly when she finds something wrong, she still has that kindness, but it never gets in the way of what's necessary.

This is also where I see his mother come in, I think he dose see some similarities there. In their tempter, in the sharp way they can use their words, in the way she underestimates him in the beginning and even hurts him on occasion, shoving him into the vase (I think?) and cutting his hands after the first interview. But in so many ways Katniss is the opposite. Peeta may have developed a crush because of her voice, but he falls in love because of the way she helps people, because he knows her intrinsically and intrinsically Katniss is someone who cares. He always comments on her healing ability, even if she finds it lacking it's clearly something he loves about her, hands that heal instead of hurt. His mother was cruel to everyone especially those less fortunate, meanwhile Katniss would give everything on her to those who need it more. He see's the similarities yes, and unconsciously that familiarity might be a small drive towards her, but ultimately he loves Katniss for the ways in which she is different from his mother, the ways in which his mother failed, for the ways in which she stepped in where his father fell short. As well as for a lot of other reasons of course, but I think his parents impact is definitely something to consider.

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thebottomfromhell · 3 months

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Hello. I’m very like your blog. It’s very interested to read. English is not my first language so if I accidentally write something wrong the meaning or some words wrong the pronunciation, please forgive for my mistake.

I’m wondering if you can please do like the Uppermoons accidentally hurt their female human reader who is the love of their life. Like they’re having an argument with the reader and they accidentally hurt their reader feeling or their self-esteem or attack their reader, not on purpose (maybe) and their reader dislike that so they just leaving them.

And in one night, the Uppermoons just go in their reader house as usual to find them but they’re not there and the Uppermoons just couldn’t find them anywhere by that.

It’s a pleasure for me to know that you gladly to it and once again. I’m very love your blog, it’s very interested to read it :]

I'm glad you are liking my posts, I'm sorry this took so long to come out, also I excluded Hantengu's main body because I didn't know how to add him to this prompt. I hope you like it.

Also, I wanted to add Nakime but she would not fir in the prompt, both in saying something hurtful to someone she actually cares about and, most importantly, letting you leave 🥲 I need to write a One-Shot of her with how little I know how to add her in things 😭 Hantengu main Body is also not here for that same reason.

Uppermoons (minus Hantengu main body & Nakime) hurt Female Human Reader and she leaves

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Sad endings,Toxic relationships, Verbal abuse, Excesive use of violence and Threads of death to reader.

Gyutaro (ft. Daki):

"I'M TELLING YOU HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU MORE THAN HE LOVES ME! HE IS MY ONII-CHAN! YOU ARE JUST A WEAK UGLY HUMAN! HE WILL LIVE WITHOUT YOU WEEL ENOUGH SOONER OR LATER NO MATTER WHAT!" Daki doesn't like you, you knew that from the start, she alwaya tries to get in between you and Gyutaro. You have tried telling him that she is constantly being awful to you, but besides telling her to be nicer, he doesn't do anything. He doesn't scold her, punish her or even take your side on the argument.

You have had enough, you don't even remember your exact words, but you told Daki off. You called her a brat, a bitch, a parasyte and said worthless and useless somewhere in between, that is what you remember, and the next thing you knew Daki started crying. That was enough for Gyutaro to show up and start comforting her, giving you the nasty eye. "What did you expect me to do? Just stand there while being insulted? You never defend me!" But Gyutaro is not taking it. "FUCK OFF! NE!"

He faces you, angry. "You think you can compete with her?! Ne? Insult her?! My sister is worth more than ten times what you and your worthless species are!" He didn't even look regretful after telling you that and... it hurt, it hurt a lot, knowing that he thinks that of you and... you already figured out you were only second to Daki, and being told that... "FINE! GO FUCK YOURSELF, YOU UGLY PRICK! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN NOT TO WASTE MY TIME WITH THE LIKES OF YOU!" And you leave, not planing in coming back, Gyutaro knows that, so he won't look for you. He will only stop Daki from hurting you one last time, but besides that? It's over.

Gyokko:

He says a lot of hurtful things when he gets upset, sometimes he says those things even when he is happy or bored. He doesn't like to hold his tongue, but he adores inflicting pain on others. Sometimes it's not even on purpose, he just has already rooted into his brain that.. well, you are a human, he is Upper 5. There is a difference, he is superior, in his mind, and can't comprehend why he would hide that thoughts. It's not that he constantly reminds you how he feels, it just casually comes up, but it still hurts.

You don't even remember what it was this time, you are probably mixing memories and if someone asked you to repeat what he said, you would not be able to do it, you just starting packing up your things and leaving. You can stay in a close inn, but you are not taking his crap a single more day. When he goes to your home, he finds it alone. "Mn? She left? How come she didn't tell me! Bet the stupid human forgot." It took him a few days for him to realize you left for good.

"That little BITCH! WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS!" He destroys your home, angry, his pride being more hurt than him, but that is still unacceptable. "The next time I see her, SHE DIES!"

Sekido:

Sekido says a lot of mean things when he is angry, and he is always angry. This is not the first time he calls you names, even if you were ok by this at first, it was general stuff like "little shit" or "woman", nothing really offensive in your book, but then... then the names became more personal. He started using personal information. The talk of the folk, your parents dissapointments, your ex's words, anything that would get under your skin. All of that because he is angry, and feeling the need of taking it out or something or someone.

"You know what?! I'm done! Get out!" He looks at you as if you were the one who offended him, as you were the problem. "Excuse me?" You don't want to hear it. "I SAID GET OUT! OUT OF MY HOUSE! LEAVE!" You start throwing things, desperate for him to leave, screaming, almost crying, as you feel your eyes hurt. After a while, he is gone... you have some minutes to relax... more or least. You breath harshly, trying to calm down, knowing he will return sooner or later. That is when you decide to grab your things and leave, go somewhere else.

By the time Sekido is back, you are gone... and he starts yo trash out your home. Everything is thrown, burned, ripped... your home... "Fuck her! If she wants to leave then that's her deal! Fucking useless human!" Sooner or later another clone will come to calm him down, but he won't be able to control himself the next time he sees you. You will be dead by then.

Karaku:

Karaku is not particulary hurtful, even if he is not careful with his words (unless he wants something), but he is nice, not good, but nice. Sometimes he makes jokes that might or might not be funny, it really depends. Again, he is not sensoring himself, so dark jokes might be offensive sometimes, specially considering his attitude towards humans. Sometimes it makes you feel.. a bit less, the way he talks about other humans around you, as if you and your kind where pigs or dogs.

Your have told him before, and he always says he will stop.... he never does. "Man, it's like they are all wanting to die. I mean, can you imagine running TOWARDS your natural predator? Only humans. I wonder how they got so far being so dumb.." He laughs and something inside you snaps, you look at him and know you can't continue like this. You don't say anything, just leave. Karaku doesn't follow you. You get home and pack your things, you need some space and safety, so you decide to spend some nights with someone close.

When he goes to your home, looking for you, you're gone. He looks for you inside, repeating several times the same places. He also looked in some odd places like the bathtub, under the bed and the wardrobe. Nothing. He went to look for you again the next night, and the next, and the next. The fourth night he got bored and decided to look for something else to do. He will move on.

Urogi:

Urogi hurts you a lot, but it's all physical and accidentally. You didn't think him able to use something intimate against you, but he did. You know you won't be getting an apology, he won't understand what he did was wrong. Come to think about it, there is a lot of harm he doesn't understand as hurtful. You were just remembering what he told you, trying to joke but only being offensive.

You thought about it, several time, if he did it once he can do it again, he will do it again. Also... is this how you want to spend the rest of your life? Trying to educate your partner? Is that what you want, girl? No. Not really, so, you decided to stop thinking about it and leave. You pack your things and leave over day, when he is away, and won't be able to follow you. You go somewhere else, staying with someone for a while, but you are not dtanding it any longer.

"Y/N! I'm back!" But you are already gone. He looks for you in the house to decide to wait for you, not understanding where you left or why. He waits in your house for days and nights, like a dog waiting for his owner. He really doesn't know why you are gone, but still thinks you might return if he waits. In the end the rest of the clones have to take him forcefully out of your housez destroying part of it in the process. Karaku says Urogi will heal with time, that he will forget you if they find him someone else. So they start looking.

Aizetsu:

Aizetsu is hurtful when he wants to be and only when he wants to be. It's cold, calculated, deep and meaningful. He can't help itz the fact that, that sadder, the most rooted is inside him. He barely does, but he knows how to make others sad, just like he is the sorrow clone. He doesn't like it, but sometimes... sometimes he just want others to feels as sad as they make him, even if it's not their fault, just his very nature as clone.

"Honestly, stop acting as if I couldn't kill you in a snap, don't forget you are just a sad human. Don't patronize me." Said one day he was feeling tired, tried to evade you but you kept following, trying to urge him to talk to you. You both stayed quiet a seconds before you leave, making him sigh. He is there when you start packing up your things, he can hear you, even if you think you are quiet. He knows you intend to go and not return.

And he does nothing about it. He doesn't even say goodbye or watch you leave, only sits and take pity on both. He is the sorrow clone, so the sadness of you leaving doesn't chsnge anything on him. He will move on, but for now he will mourn.

Akaza:

Akaza cares, you know that he does. Part of you feels guilty by this sense of hurt and betrayal when he hasn't done anything. He has never even glanced at other women, talked about others, Akaza is nothing but devoted to you, always ready to comfort, to nurture you. Then why you feel as if he is emotionally cheating on you? There is no other woman, but part of you knows... you ARE the other woman. And it hurts.

He loves you, but you can tell there is someone else he loves more, someone he misses and couldn't be with. You sometimes feel as you are nothing but a replacement. You try to comfort yourself, Akaza also comforts you when you feel bad, assuring you that there is no other woman, that he doesn't meet with anyone else. It's odd, because he is saying the truth, but at the same time.... "Koyuki." He said her name one day instead of yours, and that was all you needed.

"Y/N. Y/N! Please! I'm sorry! I don't know what came to me!" He apologies, almost crying, as you pack up, clearly wanting to stop you but afraid of hurting you if he touches you. You don't listen, you pack your things, only talking to him at the door. "It's over, Akaza. Don't follow me." And he obeys, he just stays there, crying for another missing love.

Douma:

Douma is... it's complicated, he really doesn't know better, because he doesn't know pain the same way you do. He doesn't know that pain... it's bad, you can't even start to comprehend how he doesn't understand that people don't like to be hurt, when he is above pain, sickness and death? When he can't feel anything. That is actually a big insecurity in the relationship, the fact that a traitorous voice in the back of your head reminds your "He can't feel anything, not even love towards you".

You have no idea why you did it, why you thought it was a good idea to ask, to voice out your insecurities... "Douma, what do you think about me? How do you feel for me?" but you did, and it was a mistake. He looks at you a few seconds, only to laught a bit. "Honestly? You are a bit interesting, nothing too much impressive, but I do enjoy being with you. I will make sure to eat you once I have got enough of you, though. I bet you will taste wonderful."

He probably thought he was complimenting you, but you didn't feel it that way. You felt unsafe and hurt, so you decided to leave when he wasn't looking in plain daylight. Douma doesn't look for you, but... if some night, when he is out to kill boredom and time, he finds you... the you will die.

Kokushibou:

Kokushibou ignores you, a lot. He also talks very little. Most part of the relationship you feel it as one-sided, you always have to reach out and even there you feel like you are not appreciated. Sometimes he even ignores you or look at you as if you did something wrong just by greeting him, as if you were annoying, a burden. You have tried to tell him, but as always, it seems to fall on deaf ears. This is not going to last, you know that.

All it took it was one time of him voicing ip this feelinsg instead of giving you a side-eye for you to have enough. "Would you stop bothering me, woman? I want to concentrate." And that was it, after the silent months, you had your limit. You went back home and packed your things to stay with a friend, you need to be with someone that shows care towards you. That is what you tell yourself.

After a month of you not going after him, Kokushibou decides to look after you. Then he finds you are not home, at first he worries, but seeing some of your things missings, he knows you did your choice. It's not his problem anymore then, so he leaves and never comes back. All with the same silence as always.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #gyutaro #daki #gyokko #nakime #akaza #douma #kokushibou #female reader

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misc-obeyme · 7 months

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Do you think Satan annotates his books? On one hand I can kind of see it… yet I’ve heard multiple people talk about giving him bookmarks or him also having way too many of them which suggests that he doesn’t dog-ear the pages... which can lead to (in general) less ‘vandalism’ of books. There is also the fact that his books are probably cursed, ancient relics, one really really really rare copy for a certain reason which are going to be kept in as pristine condition as possible.

Ok—well, the real question here is whether Satan thinks that books are shrine that has to be preserved and or a shrine that is to be lived in. I honestly can’t make up my mind on this answer and I feel like it can go both ways.

Yet I feel like it can be really funny to mess around with both these head cannons. I would love to just mess around with a Satan that makes sure that not a bit of ink gets spilled on his pages, and then just opening one of my own books and then highlighting or underlining a passage while looking him straight in the eye and giggling maniacally just to annoy him.

Or if he is for annotation, I can just imagine MC and him both starting a book at the same time. They are both too busy/impatient to wait until the end/ have different reading paces so they don’t want to spoil. So instead they annotate their notes and ideas in the margins, highlight passages and leave little notes for each other. Then in the middle of the day or whenever they pass by each other they just swap books and look at the other’s annotations and add comments to those annotations while still continuing to read from the page where they left off. So that means that in each book there’s one conversation going on…

Soon enough there’s not enough space in the margins so post-it notes start appearing in the books, and by the end of it all both books would have gotten thicker from the amount of post-it notes, the sides of the pages would’ve also started to turn neon from the amount of highlights.

And can you imagine how this would look to other students at RAD or the brothers? Like it’s a really busy week for some reason yet they can’t help but watch whenever MC passes Satan. They don’t even need to stop to swap books, they just do it like a fly-by and no words are exchanged because they’re already in the book.

OH! IMAGINE IF EITHER INE OF THEM GOES A CERTAIN STREET OR HALLWAY JUST TO CROSS THE OTHER AGAIN BECAUSE THEY REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE OTHER THINKS OF A CERTAIN PART THEY JUST READ.

AND IF IT’S A SPICY BOOK????

THEN THEY START TEASING EACHOTHER AND LITERALLY FLIRTING IN THE MARGINS AND SOON THE TENSION RISES AND THEIR HANDS START BRUSHING WHENEVER THEY SWAP BOOKS AND THEY CANT EVEN LOOK EACH OTHER AT A TABLE WITHOUT BLUSHING LIKE AHAJAHAAHHAJAMSMDFJFJR. AND WHEN THEY FINALLY GET HOME AND HAVE TIME TO TALK ABOUT IT NORMALLY AGAIN!?

I SERIOUSLY CANNOT WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS.

HAVE A NICE DAY.

-Anon (I am so tempted to have an anon name yet I’m still thinking about it lol)

Anon, you don't even need me. All of these ideas are perfection and I LOVE THEM. (Please feel free to choose a name if you like, but no pressure!)

Turns out I myself am a book person. I collect books to such a degree that I had to build a library in my house just to hold them all. And before I had the library, I kept them in stacks around the house, frighteningly similar to the stacks we see in the art for Satan's bedroom. Some of his stacks are taller and I certainly have never had any magical floating books, but man if it isn't reminiscent of my own book habits.

So I can tell you that I have opinions on annotation in general.

The thing about books is that most of them are worthless. Even really old books that you find at a used book store usually aren't worth anything, which is why they sell them for like five bucks. This means that their value exists solely in the writing they hold. It's the content that makes books special.

Now this isn't to say that expensive first editions or signed first copies or whatever don't exist. And certainly ancient books become more valuable due to their age and rarity. But that's like museum quality stuff. And since Satan likely does have magical books, that might change the value part as well. Since I would think magical books, especially rare ones, might be worth more.

However, considering how many books Satan has, I'm thinking the majority of them aren't super valuable. He probably has a different way of handling the books that are rare. He seems like the kind of demon who would preserve those types of books and I don't think he would annotate them. He might keep a separate notebook of notes, especially if they're like... scholarly tomes or something.

But novels? Or books that are pretty common that he could buy another copy of at any time?

I do think Satan could go either way with the annotation of those kinds of books. I think he would consider the content to be just as important as the monetary value, so he might see a book as a shrine to preserve, as you put it. (I love that, by the way.) However, I also think that Satan often has lots of thoughts about what he reads. He's also said in canon that he doesn't use bookmarks - not because he dog ears pages, but because he just remembers where he left off.

Solomon, on the other hand, strikes me entirely as the kind of guy who writes all over his books. And we know that Satan and Solomon have had discussions about books in the past.

So I kinda have a headcanon that Satan didn't annotate books before, but he does now because Solomon introduced him to it. Or somehow talked him into it. Convinced him of the benefits of doing it. Reminding him that these cheaper books don't need to be preserved, they're made to be lived in.

Now I love the idea of MC and Satan sharing books and writing back and forth to each other. I think a lot about the concept of people falling in love with each other through some form of writing and reading. Whether that's a letter exchange or a writer and their reader or through book annotations...

Even if you're dealing with a platonic relationship between Satan and MC, I think it's a fun idea. Like if they're reading a mystery together and MC writes something in the margins about who they think did it and Satan writes back with something like you're insane it's clearly this other character and the margins just devolve into argument.

Of course, the spicy book option is also a fantastic idea. Would they discuss it when they're finally alone? Or would they just pretend nothing was going on? Either way, the tension!

I kinda think if MC indicated that they wanted to discuss spicy stuff, Satan would be ready with a thorough analysis of it. Like if it was badly written, you can expect a scathing review lol. (I'm just imagining Satan's opinion of lines like "She breasted boobily down the stairs.") But if it was good well... that could very easily lead to a suggestion of attempting to recreate the scene, don't you think?

#I personally don't annotate books #because I don't have time #so I use page flags instead #then I never go back and read what I flagged #so you know it's worth the effort lol #anyway I love this idea entirely #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me satan #om satan #anon asks #misc answers

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Ughhh hahah im ahving a “nobody under 40 really expects anything good to happen ever again” moment right now going “climate change has completely ruined seasons as we know them, not the hundreds of thousands of deaths caused by sea level rise and (un)natural disasters caused by global warming” and “every single product in the entire world is designed to break down in a year at the most and every year it gets worse, including housing”

Its not like yoi can go buy a good that actually functions, because All goods are like this. Tools are godawful now. You buy a brand new sandblaster from a reputable company and it literally sucks shit. You buy a modern reissue of music equipment and its shoddily built and doesnt work right or something. Houses being built in the modern era are thrown up in a week and collapse with people inside a week later. Video games come out and are half baked and dont change when people ask

The consumers dont have power anymore, they havent for Years.

Every time i look at politics (USA because im unfortunately usamerican, but ive seen some godawful shit in other countries too) i go “well he cant nearly be as bad as the last guy” but somehow they always one up each other for being more genocidal and more awful. On both ends of the spectrum. It used to be 3 years ago “do i wanna vote for the awful person or the awful person who actively wants to kill me” but now its literally just. “Person who wants to kill me or person who wants to kill me.” And every single worthless politician in existence is doing the same thing. If i voted for someone who didnt want to kill me, so few people would end up voting for them, that the people who DO want to kill me would win anyways. My old college town banned public homosexuality. Tennessee of course. Worthless ass state.

I dont doomscroll, i know how ungodly unhealthy it is to scroll through tags showing off how bad everything is. But its inescapable. I go to funny youtube videos and see wade dankpods complaining about how all tools suck while he tries to rebuild a car. I scroll through my dashboard which is supposed to be memes and fandom content and its “this us democrat just said ‘yaknow i really think its great that israel is finally killing all those subhuman palistinians” and what the hell am i supposed to do about that??

I just need. Some semblance of hope. Anything just to tell me it will be alright. Tell me theres a reason for me to not steal a plane and fly it into a god damn mountain so my final moments will be doing the one thing i really love.

#vent post

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Vil 21

Summary: There’s a certain distance and almost disdain with how you and Vil regard each other. It wasn’t hatred, simply lifestyles and preferences that are incompatible. And yet, the mutual respect was present. Especially in moments of silence.

(There’s probably going to be a sequel to this. I love this kind of mutual respect that allows for people to view each other as equals despite their mutual irritation.)

Make no misunderstanding, you are not insecure in the least. In fact, you’d go so far as to say that you’re pretty set and satisfied with how you look, flaws and all. This is your face, this is your body, and this is your voice. Every aspect of it and how you go about taking care of it, you regard them in the same way you regard a book shelf you’ve had for years, or that one wall covered in permanent ink. It’s a part of your home, a part of you. No need to improve, no need to take away.

Just because your standards weren’t high didn’t mean you were inherently worthless.

That being said, because you’re so casual with your looks and how you discipline yourself, you know very well you don’t meet Vil’s very high standards. You even remember the times he framed his words as comments, advice you didn’t have to follow, but that only revealed to you that there were parts of yourself that he felt could be improved upon.

You don’t need to better. You don’t need to improve upon anything.

“Clothing like that would chaff the my skin.”

“A soap like that…It reminds me of the one Rook used to use before I made him change it.”

“Sleep too much and you’re bound to age faster. A walk in the morning always does wonders.”

This was where both of your mutual disdain started.

You don’t hate him, by any means. But all these seemingly innocent comments, combined with how he makes Epel change his accent, they just grate at you the wrong way. He tries to keep his beauty standards to just himself, you can see that, but it just, leaks out. It only makes you glad you weren’t a part of Pomefiore.

For the most part, you both silently and mutually agree to never linger more than needed. There’s this boundary that you both don’t cross. Polite, certainly, but never quite friendly.

That is until Vil sat down next to you in this garden you found peace in.

“Hmm?” you opened one eye, questioning.

“…” But he didn’t elaborate, simply inclined back further into the bench, like one does when at a friend’s house. He wasn’t looking at you.

You can’t exactly tell him to go away, not only was this not your house, you still respect him enough to leave him be. That and you know Vil well enough to know he’s here for a reason. He wouldn’t bother you otherwise. So, you closed your eyes and waited. He’ll get on with it soon enough.

But he didn’t. He simply stayed there in silence along with you. Eventually, by some internal clock, Vil got up and left. There was an urge to stop and question him, but it’s his business. If he doesn’t want to say, then you don’t want to know.

A few days later, he came back. After sitting next to you for a few moments, he finally spoke.

“You and I, we don’t like each other.” Blunt, none of that beat around the bush nonsense.

It’s only right for you to do the same. “Nope.”

“I won’t try to force a friendship. I already have to do that with Neige. However…” He smiled at nothing. This was the first time Vil ever showed you a genuine smile, as though amused by whatever idea he had in his head. “Well, we don’t need to be close to mutually enjoy this peace and quiet, do we?”

“Nope.” You stretched out your legs. “Relax as much as you need. I won’t bother you with bullshit, so long as you keep yours to yourself.”

Once more, you don’t hate him. You don’t actively want to make him an enemy. You just want him to be irritated by you as much as he does to you. If he doesn’t start, then you won’t either.

Vil laughed. “You never do. Precisely the kind of silence I enjoy.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #pomefiore #vil #vil schoenheit #reader insert

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c3e65

Y'know, it only came up because I saw them in the art reel, but the Judicators do sound alarmingly like Cybermen.

"We... we spent every waking hour of every waking day trying to get back to you. And you came back with -- you have a boyfriend now? You had a little tryst? And you (Imogen) -- you have a new best friend, apparently? I thought about you every moment, and I thought you might've been dead... we didn't have downtime, we didn't have fun moments, we didn't go shopping, we didn't have threesomes -- we went to the middle of nowhere, we saved a fucked up town, and we almost had one of the Ruby Vanguard murder all of us. That was our fun time."

"We're not angry that you didn't suffer -- but it's going to take a while for us to recover." If you told me that, by episode 60, Ashton would be the Bells Hells' voice of reason, I'd laugh at you. But here we are.

Ashton says that he's feeling weirdly okay, Orym is frustrated and wants to move, and Laudna is... withdrawn? Angry? There are a lot of emotions going on, most of them conflicting.

They agree to split up for a day to go investigate different lines of inquiry -- Ashton and FCG want to visit Milo, Chetney wants to meet with Ajit Dyal. Afterwards, they plan to teleport to Zephrah to talk to Keyleth.

I feel like it needs to be restated that the temple of the Dawnfather in Hearthdale was built 30+ years ago because they were given permission to do so by wealthy landowners who bought a chunk of land and let them use it. They increased their presence in response to the solstice, yes, but in the end their prolonged presence there was the result of capitalism and wealth disparity.

We go first to the Krook House. Milo's workshop is in complete disarray -- most of their creations and projects have been disassembled because a lot of it just stopped working. "Wait, were your meds arcane?" ashton--

Ashton hands Milo a mystery note and a bag with some stuff in it. "How quickly can you do that?" "A day and a half." He hands over his hammer. "What are you plotting?" "I think I'm getting a real job. I think we're gonna save the world somehow, fuck it. I think we're gonna be some fuckin' heroes."

Ashton had a lot of time to think over the past few days. They thought about their life, everything that's happened. And they've decided that now is not the time to be worthless, now is not the time to be useless. He doesn't like having things to lose, but now he does, their time apart made him realize that, and he knows he can either risk losing them or he can go all-in with this new family.

They also call FCG out, gently, on their self-destructive tendencies. FCG agrees that if they start taking care of themselves more, the rest of the group will spend less time taking care of them (i.e. they won't have to stop them from sacrificing themselves at every turn), and that they -- between Frida and their newfound faith -- have found a reason to live.

Sometimes, caring for other people is the most punk thing you can do. Or whatever that one post said.

We go next to Imogen and Laudna. They go to visit Xhudanna, who has taken up painting.

"You don't need to listen in to hear my thoughts. I'll share them with you." "...can I kiss you?"

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"I don't think you realize, you're such an anchor for me, and when you weren't here, I did such horrible things -- I'm worried I'm a bad person --" "I've heard everything inside you, Laudna, and you are not a bad person. I said you were my tether. Whatever you did, you can tell me." She recounts what happened with Bor'dor, that she was literally hanging on by a thread when she did it. His betrayal broke her, and she couldn't let him live. She says that she lost control, even though her inner monologue in that moment told her that she was holding on to control.

"He attacked you, first of all. Fuck him. And whatever happened with [Delilah]... we'll make it right again, okay?" "Can I be honest with you? There's part of me that thinks we shouldn't. We're about to face the greatest challenge of our lives." Delilah can make her stronger, and she thinks she can use Delilah.

Meanwhile, Imogen doesn't know whether she wants to get rid of the moon's tether. Power is tempting, alluring -- maybe it's their destiny to harness it, maybe it's to challenge and reject it, but only time will tell.

There's something happening in the marketplace. People gathered around in a circle. A familiar voice. "We were never meant to be bound by their laws. We were always meant to rise above them." A hologram-like image of Ludinus hovers above the fountain, speaking of finally rising past the imposed destiny, of no longer being the "beasts of burden" to the gods but the driving force of future and fate.

Guards rush through -- "fuck, another one!" -- and pull a silver disk from the water. When they smash it, the illusion fades. In the crowd, there's mostly fear and confusion, this is adding to their anxiety -- a handful seem to be absorbing the words, but the wardens are hastily dispersing the crowd.

Lastly, Chetney, Fearne, and Orym go to visit Ajit Dyal.

Leading up to the solstice, ships from the north docked in Jrusar before heading south, but after it, there has been a steady stream of new skyships and soldiers.

When they ask about rumors, Ajit says that the people of Jrusar are afraid more than anything. The Quorum calls for calm, but it's hard to ignore the soldiers, and the "big red sign of impending doom." There's an alliance between Issylran militaries, the leader of Ank'harel (J'man Sa'ord), the Clovis Concord, and the Stratos Throne, and all of them are sending forces to the Hellcatch Valley.

There are rumors that everything has been organized by the Stratos Throne and that this is the start of a second Apex War; meanwhile, doomsayers are saying that this is the start of a second Calamity.

As far as enchantments go, many of the automatons running the gondolas have broken down, and multiple prisoners who had been bound by magic have escaped. This is mostly why Jrusar's local guards are on high-alert. The leader of the Ivory Syndicate was among those who were broken out.

The temples have been more reluctant than usual to open their doors.

They ask Ajit to point them toward someone who might know something about Old MagicTM, and he immediately returns from inside the hall with Deremon, a very elderly man who once tutored Ajit.

Chetney pulls out the El Crusty Vest de Ludinus (TM) and shows it to the pair. "This is very peculiar; I have no idea."

Because Ajit didn't hear Ludinus during the solstice either, they gather that hearing that message was related to one's proximity to the leyline nexuses. People who were close to nexus points heard the voice and had a chance of being teleported, it seems, which also means that there is a leyline nexus over both Emon and wherever Deni$e found Dariax.

From the Dyal Hall, the trio starts to head toward the Smoulder Spire to visit the temple of the Matron of Ravens. On their way, a scent catches Chetney's nose -- the most savory meat pie he's ever smelled. To Orym and Fearne, it's more of a stale grain smell. Following it, it becomes an overwhelming hunger, a bestial drive toward the source, like fresh blood on a hunt. Chet makes a WIS save and fails with a 16, sprints toward the source -- in a dark alleyway, there's a short man in a hood, and he tosses a pouch to Chetney -- he catches it, it's a herby, medicinal texture, and the moment he bites it the figure throws a silver net over him.

"Stay away, miss, this is official business!" Fearne immediately throws a spell at him for 31 damage. "It's just business--" "This is my business."

god, the fact that they're going for lethal force immediately and asking zero questions of this normal, leather-clad, dwarven dude they know nothing about is so incredibly telling. especially for Orym, who specifically goes for a gut shot first before tripping him.

"This is a problematic, cursed beast, and I'm going to bring him in." "I mean, you're not wrong, but he's our problematic beast." There's a bounty on Chetney's head, and this guy is intent on bringing him in, but notably he is not making any damaging attacks against Orym (who's blocking his path) -- he's just trying to push past.

Fearne approaches, asks if she can give Chetney a kiss with a 28 persuasion check, and casts stoneskin on him. Interestingly enough, she ignores the 100gp material component for the spell -- so I wonder if Matt is being more lenient with valued components this campaign.

Mister runs up to Chetney and uses fiery teleportation for the first time, which gets him out of the net.

"Tuyen sends her regards." This guy was hired by Tuyen Otwana, the shopkeeper of Prism Emporium -- the shop that overcharged him for a wood chisel, that he subsequently attacked.

As Chetney casts invisibility, I am reminded that we still have no idea why Chetney has the Shadow-Touched feat, nor why Imogen has the Fey-Touched feat. (If there's a narrative reason for either, which I have to assume there is.)

The dwarf picks up the net and misty steps away.

The trio continues to the Smoulder Spire, and climbs almost to its apex. There, they find the temple to the Matron of Ravens, made of a darker material and cleaner than anything else here. The doors are closed, but not locked. Inside, there is a singular figure who opens their arms to the trio. Orym leads them in. "What brings you to the Duskmaven's sight this day, little one?"

"I'm sorry -- I don't have anyone else to turn to right now. I'm having major questions of my faith, and the changes I see above have me worried." "You are not alone." "I am no stranger to death, and I have heard tales of fate. But the things I'm seeing frighten me. What's happening?" "The skein is tangled; the threads are not. The fear that you feel is felt by all... there is much sewn (sown?) -- confusion, distraction. They are doing what we all are doing: what we must do to survive. And our fates are intertwined; if they, if she, can see this through, they will see us through it with them. [How do you know that?] Faith."

The priest can still feel the Matron's influence, but that presence is different than it was before the solstice. She feels a "human vulnerability," and finds it both strange and comforting to feel that in something so grand. "She was like us once, so perhaps she has that vulnerability uniquely." "Do you know what her name was?" "There are none who live that do."

"She may not have the answers you seek, as we are in both a period of mourning and a period of preparation." "How much time you think we've all got?" "Come drink of the waters with me."

The priest leads Orym -- to pulls Fearne along -- toward the interior waterfall. Along the way, they notice that some of the interior lights are dark. She fills a steel pan with water, and offers it to Orym to drink. He leans down, closes his eyes, and drinks the (very cold, but refreshing) water.

The cold spreads through him as he drinks -- not uncomfortable, but cold. Fearne, Chetney, and the priest do the same; as the priest kneels, Orym thinks that he "is just looking for answers," while Fearne thinks loudly that she is "just feeding the root."

"Away from the warming light of the sun--" Is the Matron being portrayed as the opposite of Pelor? Is that what's happening here?

They all spend an indeterminate amount of time kneeling by the water, disassociating, listening to the sound of the water, the cold, the still, and they wonder if this is a piece of death herself. They feel cold, content, at peace.

When they emerge from this state, Chetney is visible, and the priest is gone. They open the front door to a crimson sky, a familiar crater, a beam of noxious energy firing into the sky -- inside the beam they see an orb, hear a scream that doesn't stop, a scream that encompasses the entirety of Exandria and beyond --

and they see a flash of a white porcelain mask, they emerge from their trance state. The priest stands before them -- "we are in a period of mourning for one of our own." That's why the temple's torches are low, why their doors are closed: they are mourning Vax'ildan, the Champion of the Matron of Ravens.

"How do we help? How do we help in the fight? How do we turn the tide?" "Faith."

Orym stoops down, takes a bit of the water from the pool, and smears it across the front of his shield.

The Bells Hells reconvene and share their stories. Laudna is visibly much happier than when they last saw her. Imogen gives Ashton an orange.

Orym would've heard things about "the Champion of the Matron" just as he would've heard about historical figures, and he'd know that the Champion had a tie to Keyleth, but Keyleth herself never mentioned him in front of Orym.

the Bells Hells don't even knows who the gods are. They don't know the difference between the Change Bringer and the Moon Weaver. Fearne doesn't now that Morri isn't a god. They don't know the difference between the Dawnfather and the Matron of Ravens.

And suddenly, the Bells Hells are debating whether they're trying to save the gods or trying to save humanity. Orym argues that those two causes are the same thing, but Laudna disagrees, and FCG agrees to too far of an extent. Imogen conflates a signal from a god to worship. Laudna equates leveling a block of a city to intervention of the gods. \

Ashton -- the most sensible one here at the moment -- says that there's a lot of conjecture about things that just happen. "I watched my parents get ripped to bits in a maelstrom of gods-know-what, I got thrown into a desert and picked up by shitty people and thrown into a fucking orphanage where I stayed -- more or less, what you'd expect. I fought a lot, I made friends, we did what we fucking could, and I fell out a window and woke up in a pain that has never stopped. And there were little sections ot my life where I prayed, and I begged, anything to all of them, any of them, and the only time they've ever spoken to me was the one who tried to fucking kill me less than a week ago. So, I'm here to save us, I'm here to save the people who live here, hell, I've had one fucking word I spoke to a fucking pile of earth that was more responsive and made me feel better and more connected to anything in my fucking life, that grounded itself more -- and you know what? I'm all for faith. I'm not gonna pick a god, they can pick me, they can pray to me, they can choose me more than I ever did to them."

I lied, Orym is the most sensible one. "History is littered with their positive influence here; but none of you would suggest wiping out every living being on earth because some of them are shitty. Some of them have done good, and I think that thinking black-and-white is comforting -- but it's a little more nuanced than that."

"Why can't i have faith in you all? Faith in Exandria, faith in you all, faith in those that came before the gods? The eidolons, the earth, the titans?"

There's a lot going on here, and Team Issylra is (deliciously) misinterpreting the eidolons and the Dawnfather's temple. They all have different opinions, and they're all hung up on the definition of "faith" -- but in the end, they agree that regardless of whether the gods are worthy of saving, Ludinus needs to fucking die. And that's something I can get behind.

I've said it before and I'll say it again -- the discussion of whether or not the gods should exist, of whether the should or shouldn't exhibit their power over mortal-kind, of whether mortal faith gives them life and power, of whether they are in control of fate -- all of it doesn't fucking matter right now. Those questions are ones that can be asked once this is all over. Because the Bells Hells know that, objectively, Ludinus' plan is evil, he is not the one who should fill that power vacuum, he needs to be stopped.

Fearne attempts to scry on Ludinus. As her consciousness extends toward him, she drifts in a liminal space with nothing to tether to, and she realizes that she is unable to scry on him. He has and is attuned to an amulet of proof against detection and location, the same item that shielded Caleb from Trent's eyes.

FCG attempts to scry on Liliana Temult. He focuses on the coin and sees its metal first become strands of hair, then become darker metal; his vision pushes through the coin and into darkness, which turns to redness. He finds himself in the familiar red dust storm that fills almost all the space around him -- but he sees Liliana walking, her hair and coat billowing in the wind. To her left is Ludinus Da'leth, and on the horizon, there are shapes -- structures, buildings... in the sky, a round body of a faint bluish-green coloration -- Exandria looms just beyond the dust storm above." That's all they receive.

They're on the SURFACE OF THE FUCKING MOON, on the SURFACE of RUIDUS ITSELF

It was like they were walking through a street. There is no distinction between home and building here -- it's just a street.

Laudna and Chetney think that this city was on the continent that got scooped up to form Exandria.

FCG asks the Changebringer whether Exandria is round, and she responds, yes.

The Bells Hells deduce that they need to figure out "how to ride [the beam]," that they need to find out how to get to the surface of Ruidus. Spelljammer, here we come!

FCG casts identify on the harness. "The funnel goes to the base of the neck, between the shoulder blades. It is designed, though it does not currently function, to take the essence of some sort of magic and funnel it to some sort of place on the wearer's body -- between the shoulder blades, on the neck."

Orym assumes that the device was designed to prolong Ludinus' life, because fey creatures are generally more long-lived than Exandrians.

Ashton finally asks the question of where Ira and Xandis are.

By sunset, Milo has finished the modifications on Ashton's hammer -- they have installed the immovable rod into the handle. "I'm not entirely sure what the properties of this are, aside from the fact that it's very unique, there's a refractory aspect of the crystal itself." Inside the sack was some amount of the refractory crystal they took from the Verdant Tomb, and incorporating it into the hammer has had some...... unforeseen implications.

Orym tries Caleb's sending stone. "Caleb Widogast. Bells Hells here. We survived -- where are you? Do you know what happened out there?" There's static fuzz, and no response. There is no indicator on the Treshi scry ball, and the Drixlich sensor points toward Uthodurn.

Imogen tries to cast sending on Ira. "Ira? Can you hear me, is this working?" With a 53, a familiar static of the "arcane forces in the sky."

FCG scries on Ira, but he makes his save. Ira exists, he lives out there somewhere, but he made his save.

Fearne scries on Ira. She focuses, and connects to "the pulse of life around Exandria" -- Ira is deep within a clustered, red-dust storm, not among structures or others but alone, pushing through a maelstrom, a stronger storm than they've said, trudging through an intense red. A dark shape arrives and he presses up against it, leans against a massive, smoothed boulder, and ducks into an alcove. Outside the storm, he blinks, pushes dust out of the corner of his eyes. Another figure approaches -- thick, partially patchworkly-armored torso, a muscular humanoid figure of deep red skin, oddly textured face-- features sallow and smooth, one of the Reilora. They gesture, and Ira follows. Their features are different than the figure they saw Imogen summon, and different than the gith body Team Issylra found.

Using Orym's shield as a focus, Imogen invokes the staff, and teleports the Bells Hells to Zephrah. "It's... mid-day, a beautiful cloud-dappled sky. A beautiful horizon among brown and red stones, clusters of trees, pathways that lead through the mountains, grass fields, the mountains to the east... a precipice of a cliff that is woven through the peaks of these mountains, pastels, bridges and ledges that encompass the rustic homesteads that make up this community like the existence of this village is a gift from the land itself... a tall cherry tree sits on the precipice to your right."

#critical role #note watches c3 #critical role spoilers #critical role campaign 3 #critical role c3 #critical role liveblog #long post

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Fuck you. A letter to my parents.

Why was I the problem? Why was I lesser than second best to you? Why was my little brother treated better than I ever was? What was the reason? Was it me being a girl? Cursed from the first breath to be second place in everything I have done, or will ever do. Would it have really been that hard to treat me as an equal? You of all people should know that favoritism can leave permanent damage, but - oh. Right. You don’t care. You never did. Because my little was your special little boy, who deserved to be put on a pedestal and treated like royalty. But he turned into a flaming dick because of it. Why was I treated like a servant for most of my life, while he got to do fuck all? Why did he get all the expensive gifts that were supposed to ‘be for both of us’? Because - and you’ve known about it - I never got to use any of it. Ever. Why was he allowed to go to friends houses when I couldn’t? Why was he allowed to go and work for Randy when I couldn’t even get my damn permit? But he got to make money, and he got to keep that money. You never made him pay for gas, or groceries, or snacks that weren’t for him. Why did I have to use my money from the only job I ever got to do all of that? And yet he got himself a VR headset, and this-that-and-the-other, and you never said a word to him about ’fiscal responsibility’, but I had to make sure to put my money away and save as much as possible. He made upwards of $300 (three-hundred dollars) every time Randy had a job. I mean him no disrespect, this isn’t about Uncle Randy. I just want to know why I get treated worse than dog shit, but he gets to do whatever he wants. You couldn’t even keep him grounded for more than two (2) weeks after he set off a smoke bomb on a school bus, but I get grounded for a year straight because I was talking to people you didn’t want me to, even though I had every right to do so. And —guess what— I’m better off now than I ever was. I don’t have to worry about what I did wrong, and be scared about forgetting things and being yelled at. I don’t have to come home with my stomach in knots, or feeling like I’m going to throw up because of something I either didn’t do because I didn’t know I had to, or something I did wrong that I didn’t know I did wrong. You never let me explain, and you spoke to me like I was some stupid toddler instead of having an adult conversation. And you wanna know why I think that is? I think it’s because of the fact that I don’t have a dick to measure, and that means that I’m mentally and physically inferior to you, and to Tucker. That I’m only worth what work I can do, and because I apparently couldn’t do any of that right, I’m not worth the time of day. I’m not good enough for you. How could I have ever been good enough when you both set the bar so high I could never even hope -let alone dream- of ever even coming close. And I get it, kind of. It’s just your sick, twisted way of showing that you care. But did you ever pause to consider how your words and your actions affected me? How what you did would make me feel? And let me tell you, I felt like shit. Worthless. Because how could some stupid child like me be anything close to your expectations? No need to answer that, I already know. I never could. And I think, in some small part of you, you enjoyed watching me suffer. Because now, someone else could finally understand how you feel. Yet, you never once asked me ‘how are you?’ sincerely. Never once asked how I felt about anything if it didn’t benefit you, or whatever project you had going on. Because, in the grand scheme of things, my feelings never mattered. I was some stupid kid, my feelings didn’t matter. I figured that out real quick, whenever you yelled at me for something small until I cried, and still didn’t stop. Whenever you thought I did something, and interrogated me about it until I fessed up, whether I actually did whatever it was or not. And then, you got even madder when you found out I didn’t do anything wrong, and I still got punished for lying.

#bad parenting #childhood #trauma #emotions

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Chapter 50:Nozel needs to deliver the news about the upcoming battle against Lucius, as well as bid her off at the gate. Because he does want to save his family. And while back in Thea, the twins need to make a decision. Will they destroy the gates, or simply seal them for the time being and have hope?

This chapter is Nozel/Selena centric.

Tag list: @succulentsunrise @loosesodamarble

This work contains themes and topics some may find uncomfortable, which is why reader discretion is adviced.

Warnings: This chapter has the theme of approaching death, war, and hopelessness, and is considered an angst chapter. Will contain manga spoilers.

Chapter 50: How much to hope?

Nozel’s mind ran empty as he hurried down the corridors of the Silva estate, sometimes aiding the way, a long stretch of a hallway when no one was in sight, with the aid of his mana, just to get where he was going sooner, despite not yet knowing what he’d say once he got there. And that was the sole reason why he wasn’t running. Flying. Rushing. Because he needed time, time that he didn’t have, to think about what to say to her.

But it was as if some, yet another, cruel twist of fate that his mind failed to cooperate.

His thoughts swayed, but got nowhere, as if a tide in a lake. A tide with which there was the aching sense of nausea, as it was all… happening again.

A devil, though this time something worse than a devil, had come to take his family away from him. Even if, this time, not quite as directly as before. But still… directly enough.

Directly… enough…

And he was holding the task of needing to protect. Last time it hadn’t… quite, been his place, but rather that of his mother, though he still failed to see it, entirely, as such. Because surely, as the first born, the eldest son of House Silva, he should have been able to contribute even back then, when he wasn’t quite a man yet.

Back then I … couldn’t do a single thing…

And he wasn’t sure if he could do a damn thing now, one that mattered anyhow.

But I need to do something now… I need to succeed… in protecting… this time around…

The battle in Spade had only gone to show him how weak he truly was, as a knight, as a captain… as a man… But it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t still have had a squad to lead and a country to protect. He still had both. Which meant something for the country. He wasn’t sure what entirely, but they couldn’t just ship every citizen they had into neighbouring countries, that was for sure.

The battle that would take place, would take place in Clover, in the Royal Capitol. Because that was the target. Everything that it symbolized, everything that it held, and everything it meant. And it was also their strongest fort.

But it didn’t mean that it was strong enough to hold what he held most dear.

I need to succeed… this time… he repeated in his mind, when he ran out of time, and stood before a door, as if the final barrier between himself and the future that laid beyond it. A final frontier that he’d need to cross.

And that door… it mocked him. It ridiculed him. And it… made him feel so small… Like he was nothing. Meaningless. Helpless. Worthless. It made him feel every emotion, and no emotion, all at once.

But, no matter what he felt, he still needed to enter, and tell her. He needed to ask her.

So, he took a deep breath, placing his hand onto the handle, and opened the door.

The bedroom before him was silent. Almost cold. As if devoid of some warmth of emotion he couldn’t yet quite name. But he didn’t need to name it in order to feel it.

His eyes scanned through the room, as he closed the door, as if in a dream, and saw her standing in front of the window, just looking outside. It was, as if, she was standing before a stage, hoping that what she was seeing was simply make-believe, rather than reality, even though it was a mere palace courtyard on the other side.

“Tell me…” she implored him, while looking at him through the reflection of the windowpane. “What is going on outside?”

His eyes averted, because of the sheer gravity of any answer he might have. ‘The world’s end’, ‘the end’, ‘another war’. All of it seemed too… much.

Too much to say. Too much to think. Just… too much of …everything.

So, instead he said: “Julius came back.”

And she frowned at him through the reflection. “He came back? That’s the source of this commotion?” She asked, turning to him, as if to make sure she heard him correctly.

Which he confirmed with a nod. “He… came back and… is claiming to become a…” he frowned, just as she did, while trying to gather the words, to comprehend them himself. “Magic emperor.”

“A magic emperor?” There was disbelief in her tone, along with the faintest of senses of ridicule.

But he could only nod again, as he didn’t quite know how to elaborate.

“Julius? The king that couldn’t bother to be a king to begin with is looking to be an emperor?”

He exhaled, not sure why, but perhaps out of the relief that there was a topic to which he could answer. “He claimed Julius to be dead, and to be Lucius now.”

“So, he’s copying William?” She asked while taking steps across the room to him.

“I doubt it’s about copying as much as it is the truth,” he replied, focusing on the statements that seemed like facts.

“But we fought something like this once, and there is no reason why we couldn’t do it again.”

He had to admire her resolve, and he could see the logic in her argument. But the thing was, that she hadn’t been there to see it for herself.

“He’s only one man, with, what, maybe a few allies? We have grown and become stronger since then,” she argued, as if insisting, as she reached him.

And though he could see where she was coming from, telling him that they should stand their ground, and do so together, was something with which he didn’t want to comply. She had logic, she had determination, and she was spunky. But even with all that they had, they couldn’t win. He was certain about it. So, this time, he wouldn’t give in to her. He wouldn’t agree to her, even if he thought that she might argue about staying, this time again, as he had asked her to leave once already for a battle.

He knew that she wanted to stay. On this occasion. Because she was gnawed by guilt of leaving last time. He knew… but he couldn’t give her what she wanted.

So, he stood there as if a pillar, unyielding and insisting. But so did she.

She was stubborn as well. And it was a quality of hers that he loved and disliked at the same time.

He loved it because it was a quality of hers that allowed her to be as successful in her career as she was, as well as love him, because he was sure that it took someone stubborn to love him with all that they had. But he also disliked it because, at times, it made life more difficult for him.

However, love outweighed dislike, on every other day but this one. Because this… this was something he could not lose. This was something with which he couldn’t give in, no matter how much it might have pained him.

And it did pain him. It pained her too. That is why she stood there with a frown, as if a pillar of her own, with the fury of a mother that wanted to protect the family in which she and him, along with their child, belonged.

Which made it even more horrid in its sweetness to him. Because he knew that look. That determination and ferocious drive to push forth to protect the family they had, and it, even while within that stubbornness that he disliked, made him love her more. It made her more beautiful, wonderful, divine and cherished to him.

It made him think how he couldn’t have found a better wife for himself, who would do anything to protect their child. A devoted mother, and a loving wife.

But the mother, and wife, was now against him.

“I don’t know who he thinks he is, but he can be fought! I don’t see why you think that we should just yield and roll over and give up like that. So what he came back with an attitude and calls himself by a new name, or his real name, or whatever it is and-“

“Lena!” He commanded.

Raised his voice.

He hadn’t… risen his voice to her ever before.

The tone seeping with something that reminded her of anger. It was harsh and ragged and filled with sharp edges in its primal state, with which it rose from deep within his lungs; deep as an ocean of grief. But it tasted like a plea.

It tried to be anything but a cry. And there was desperation in it which she had never known before.

Never before.

Not one that was… this alive. It was as if, instead of the man she loved, before her there was all his grief and desperation incarnated. Which… made her wonder which was more alive at that moment; the man, or the emotion.

It made her eyes flicker, but she couldn’t look at anything else than his expression. The stern, near harsh look that he had, but there was no wall. Instead, there was a well in his eyes, one that wanted to overflow, but his pride wouldn’t let it.

He’d rather drown in his tears, than let her see the pain that pricked him from within. But the thing was that he could no longer hide it from her. He had grown too close to her and her to him.

She would know it. She had watched his pain, and tried to brush it off; pick the needles and thorns one by one without leaving more scars behind. And because of it, she knew the look he had.

But before that moment, there hadn’t been a… beg, in him.

Nozel Silva did not beg.

That was a fact.

“Lena…” he repeated with a whisper that was, this time, nothing else than silk and feathers, as he placed his hand onto her cheek and just looked at her.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out as she wished she had something to tell him. Something to say, but she didn’t know what. What words of comfort, or reassurance, a plan or a suggestion, she could give? If there were any to give.

“Selena…” he repeated, again, this time as if cherishing the taste of her name on his tongue, as his eyes fell to look at her baby bump, and then back up to the ceiling.

This can’t be it… She found herself thinking as Nozel chewed on the words that were gathering in his mouth.

His lips parted again, after a time that must’ve been only a few seconds long, if even as much, but it felt like a third of an eternity. The sound of seconds had been buried in the ashes of the world that was to come, and only they remained in that room, within those four walls. And then he let his gaze come down again, as if to repent a crime that wasn’t his, as his hand moved from her cheek, taking a hold of her hand instead.

Her head swayed from side to side as a wall grew in between them. An invisible wall of glass and ice that she hated, resented, and despised. And she wanted to pull his hand, so that they might again be on the same side of that wall that shouldn’t be.

But he wouldn’t let her. She knew as much.

His lips parted again, as if to confess to a crime he regretted, but didn’t commit. “I would rather lose you from myself than lose you to death,” he said. And there was no lie in his words.

But it didn’t mean that she would have liked the confession, not because of what he was saying, but for what it stood for.

“So…” he uttered as his right foot took a step forward, and he begun lowering down.

Kneeling down.

The Captain of Silver Eagles does not kneel.

His Royal Highness Nozel Silva does not beg.

House of Silva does not plea.

But a man does.

“I beg of you…” he placed a kiss onto her hand, and pressed her hand against his face.

“Leave…” was the sound… that remained echoing in the room, or perhaps just her ears.

The sound of a man, who had everything to lose, begging.

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“I already missed one battle,” she told him with a whisper.

“And I would have you miss a thousand more if it meant for you to live,” he whispered back.

“My place is by your side,” the syllables were light as ash, and tasted just the same, spoken without vigour, without a purpose. As if a mere breath, and exhale, escaping from her lungs.

It was as if a breeze that flew by, one that he cherished. One that he listened, as if trying to enjoy the last day of summer before an autumn, or winter colder than death itself.

“Your place… is among the living,” he replied.

He wasn’t this poetic. Never had been, and didn’t think to be now. And yet, for words, that were spoken by a man who was bad at them, they were perfect. They were perfect in their morbidity. Because of the meaning that lied beneath, as if a corpse not laid to rest.

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The day came, the day he didn’t want to come. The day that he would rather have been nothing but a nightmare.

The day when they walked, side by side, holding onto each other with pale knuckles, to the marble arch.

“You need to go,” he whispered. He must’ve whispered at least thrice during the walk.

But she wasn’t sure if it was more so meant as an implore to her, or a reminder for himself. Because though the words were addressed to her, the way he spoke them, under his breath, as if struggling to breathe, felt more like they were for him.

A mantra that he didn’t want to be. A reminder that this needed to be done. That this was the good, and the right decision to make.

This is the only right decision…

The words might have hung over their heads without a sound, but their hands, with the way they clenched around each other, as if their lives dependent on it, spoken of something very different.

The only good decision…

There was a horrid rancid taste in all of it. The air, the wind, the way sun was hidden behind clouds that day. But sometimes the things that are good for you, will have the most awful flavour. Or so they told each other.

This… is right.

A conscious thought. A forced thought. The idea that it was correct. That they were there, before that arch, before that portal.

His other hand settled onto her cheek, as he looked at her. Just looked at her.

There was something in her eyes that he didn’t think he had seen before. Not like this at least. A look that he didn’t think she was capable of. Because she wasn’t that expression. She wasn’t that emotion. She was anything but.

And yet… fear, was reflected from her eyes, as deep as an ocean beneath the night sky, reflecting the light of the silver stars above.

“Darling…” the word was barely audible.

Barely, but it was.

And he pondered… thought about what he could ask of her. What wish could he express to her, one that wouldn’t be too selfish? For her to not forget about him? For her to love him? Oh no, that would be too much to demand for the days she had left; the days he wished to be plenty. Which made him think about if he shouldn’t ask for her, but rather for himself. Maybe he should request for a memory for himself.

It would be gone soon in any case.

Less damage. Less of a burden.

And if a burden, then it’d be his burden. Not hers.

“Let me remember your smile…” he asked, as he didn’t know what to do.

There was absurdity in the request too, because he did remember her smile. And it was, at that moment, that so many of them flashed through his memory, which brought a painful smile to his lips. Because he couldn’t help but smile when she smiled, but in the moment he wasn’t happy.

So, his smile couldn’t be happy either.

Instead, it was desperate. It was in agony. And it was sad. More of a grimace than a smile.

A sad, anguished smile, with which a single tear rolled down his cheek.

“Please… let me remember your smile…” he asked again, this time wondering if he had the right to ask, and yet asking anyhow. Deeming it as nothing more than a selfish request of a selfish man. But the last request he’d present to her.

So maybe… maybe it’d be alright.

The only issue was… that she didn’t know how she could give him what he was asking. Because she couldn’t give him the happy smile that he wanted. She simply couldn’t. This was not a happy occasion.

This was not…

How it’s supposed to go…

She squeezed her eyes shut and let a pair of tears roll down her cheeks as she swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Don’t be this sweet,” she told him as a reluctant smile appeared on her lips.

It was forced, and pained, and just as desperate as his. But she had to try. She felt that she had to try to give him a smile.

Because it was the last thing, it sounded like the last thing, he’d ask from her.

His hand circled around and settled onto the back of her head as he leaned forth and pressed his head against hers. Perhaps to hide any tears that might have followed, or perhaps to feel her close for one… last… time.

She wasn’t sure. But she didn’t think she needed to be. Not as she pressed her face against his cloak and buried her face into it, as if trying to hide from the world that tried and tried and tried… to do wrong.

Only wrong.

Agony.

Toy with the mortal beings that they were.

Or so it felt. That the world around them was only there, to torment and toy.

To torment and toy…

And around those broken sobs, the air was still, quiet, without a sound. Other than the inaudible ringing of a silver bell that couldn’t be heard. As if a call for a funeral mass that was for none to hear.

But does one need to hear something, in order to know that it is there? Or is it enough to feel the approaching cold, numb, stiff touch of creeping darkness closing in?

Does one need to hear, in order to know?

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The celestial twins, the nickname granted as a half of a joke, the punchline of which was now missing, stood before the arch, the gate, and the portal. The portal that was now closed. And they pondered a question, quietly, to themselves. The question of what to do.

What they had been urged to do.

What they had been asked to do.

And what they wanted to do.

The ticking of time continued forth ruthlessly, without a care for them, or the decision of how to long to spend by the gate. How many minutes to spend by it? To take enough time to seal it shut, or be quick and quite simply destroy it? Or take none at all, and just step away from it, leaving it up to the Fate to decide what would happen.

So, how many minutes to spend, if none at all?

“[Should we…?]” Lara asked with a whisper, spoken by a mouth that was dry, devoid, as if trying to settle into knowing something… else…

“[We should… do… something…]” Lena uttered, but she didn’t sound convinced. She didn’t sound confident, or with direction. It was all but ash and tides.

“[You think it’ll make a difference?]”

“[I…]”

There was a breeze in between the breaths, the words, the utterances that sounded more like desperate attempts to grasp for air than speaking.

“[They have spacial mages.]”

“[Which is why… I don’t know… I just… don’t know…]”

“[The security will hold just as it has been holding, if we leave it be, but that would still be making it easier than it needs to be. To pass through.]”

“[But would it make… a difference…?]”

“[That is the question.]”

And that was… the question. Because neither had made a promise. Neither had made that promise; to destroy that gate.

“[If we destroy this gate, we should destroy the other one too.]”

Lena nodded. Just nodded. Because it would be the sensible, rational thing to do.

It would be the smart thing to do.

“[What are you thinking?]” Solara asked, both curious and without an answer to the problem.

“[That it’s the same damn thing all over again,]” she said with a whisper, a sound that tried to be a cry, but one that was choked by itself.

And Lara nodded. Because it really, did seem like the same damn problem all over again. Thea wouldn’t fight a war for Clover. Especially if it was a war Clover was having against their own king. Even the idea of it sounded ridiculous. Because internal conflict was internal conflict. And no outsider had a say in it.

Clover was fighting itself, and from Thea, as a nation, stood, it wasn’t their issue.

But for the two of them, there was so much to loose in that fight.

Just for the two of them.

“[So… what do we do?]”

They stared at the gate, the marble arch that stood there, and hoped how it wouldn’t become a passage into a cemetery.

“[It depends…]”

“[How much we have hope,]” they spoken in unison.

Because that was what lied at the heart of it. How much they dared to hope for the future? Not even about how much they could afford to hope, because that’s not what hoping was about.

Either one hopes, or then one doesn’t.

So.

How much do they have hope?

As the bells… grew silent.

Quiet like a grave.

#black clover fanfiction #before we have it #fuegoleon x solara #fuelara #nozel x selena #oc x canon

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jackoshadows · 1 year

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I saw someone saying that Sansa is the only one learning about politics and how to rule and it's so hard to take her stans seriously. They already have a habit of inflating the skills Sansa has learned, but insisting she's the only one learning them is a new low. If we're being accurate to canon Sansa hasn't learned as much as they claim and is only just beginning to learn the game. This isn't like the show where Sansa just gets smarter from being around smarter characters

Agree, except for that last bit. Show Sansa did not get smarter from being around smarter characters. The smarter characters around her just became more and more progressively stupid and had their skillsets taken away from them when sharing scenes with her. Never forget how Daenerys who has commanded armies for 6 seasons suddenly needed lectures from Sansa on how her men needed rest 😂😂😂. D&D don't know good writing if it hits them on the face and they couldn't write smart characters if their life depended on it.

I honestly can't think of one smart decision show Sansa makes.

LF convinces her to marry Ramsay Bolton. Theon helps her escape. She then starts lying to Jon Snow because LF reminds her that Jon is only her half brother - despite Jon only ever trying to help her and who has never done her any harm. She thinks the Karstarks will help them - Davos, a southerner, has to remind her of what Robb did and that the Karstarks will side with the Boltons. She can't convince any of the Northern houses to join with the Starks against the Boltons - Davos gets the Mormonts, Jon gets the Freefolk and Sansa gets nothing. It's LF who rallies the knights of the Vale to fight for Sansa, not Sansa herself - all she does is write a letter accepting LF's help. She then proceeds to keep it secret and allows thousands of Northmen and Freefolk to needlessly die because she buys into LF's manipulations.

She wants to punish the Karstark and Umber children and Jon disagrees. In season 8 we see that Jon is actually right because the houses that Sansa supported like the Glovers run off and don't offer any help. It's the Umbers and Karstarks who fight with them. She sides with the other houses against Jon and tells him he should not go south to ask for help. If it had not been for Dany and her dragons, the North would have been overrun eventually by the Night King and the Army of the Dead. She had no solutions on how to fight the Night King, just kept objecting to every idea Jon came up with.

When Jon's gone south, she starts instigating the other houses to support her instead of Jon, encouraging infighting at a time when unity is most needed. She is jealous of Brienne and Arya bonding and sends Brienne south. Despite knowing LF for like 7 seasons she gets manipulated by him into nearly killing her own sister Arya. And only stops at the end because Bran steps in and explains to her what LF has been upto.

When Dany - the most powerful leader in the 7K at that point - gets North with her armies and dragons to help them, she starts unnecessarily antagonizing her. She's snide, she's rude, she accuses Jon of being emotional when he's trying to save the North. She promises in front of the Old Gods to Jon about keeping his secret and then runs off and babbles to Tyrion, once again igniting treachery and infighting when they are going to fight against Cersei - who should have been Sansa's number one enemy and antagonist, but for some reason Sansa hates Daenerys more despite Dany saving her worthless ass.

And after all this, after being the most useless and one of the stupidest characters in the series, having done nothing except whine and complain about what others are doing, ask people to bring their grain to WF and write LF a letter, she gets rewarded at the end by the North alone getting independence when a Stark is King on the Iron Throne 😂

The only reason she survived till the end is because of plot armor. The only reason she's seen as smart is because other characters - like Tyrion and Arya - are given dialogue where they call her smart. I mean, just think how ridiculous it is that Sansa spends an entire season being suspicious of Arya and actually tries to off her and at the end of this Arya's conclusion is that Sansa is the smartest person she knows 😂😂😂😂😂. It was a comedy show at that point!

#asks #anti GOT

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fangaminghell · 1 year

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First, Leo spends most of his time with Suraya, being separated for so long. His happiness over his sister coming back out rules all the thoughts that Richard has put in his head. This, however, pisses Richard off. Leo is starting to slip, spending more and more time with his friends and family, and looking so happy. It's revolting to Richard. He can't even try and get close to Leo without Suraya glaring holes through his skin. So what does he do? In the time him and Leo are together, he gets extra critical of Leo, drilling it in his head that no one, not even his sister, cares for him like he does. They're all just using him, like Lin said. And when he's not doing that? He's cheating.

It all comes to a head where Leo, gaining some independence for himself, decides that he and Richard need to talk. Leo wants this to work, and is starting to think there's some cracks and miscommunication in their relationship. He believes, fully, that Richard would understand, and be willing to talk things out with him.

He is wrong. So, very wrong. So wrong that he ends up seeing Richard with another person. And Leo is devastated. And Richard is pissed.

What happens next is Leo crying, confused, still not fully believing what he saw, being dragged by the arm by Richard, back to his apartment. Like hell Richard is going to let himself be embarrassed in public again. That was when the argument really happened. Leo, in his tears, just asks simple, reasonable questions: Who was that? Why are you doing this? Did I do something wrong? Do you not love me anymore?

Richard takes every one of these questions as an offense. He tears Leo down again and again, blaming what he did on him, saying that he was the one who emotionally cheated first with Cal and Cain and Taka. That he was the one who didn't care enough about how Richard felt, not heading his warnings. Then he switches it up: he tells Leo how truly disgusting and pathetic he is. That he's just as bad as Amaria ( the person who tried to drown Leo mind you), if not worse. He points out every single feature that's "wrong" with Leo: His eyes, his hair, his nose, the way he dress. Richard whole mission here to to make Leo feel the worst he had ever been, to make him feel small and insignificant, just to do the finishing blow.

" You know what? I'm so glad that this is finally over! You wanna know why? Because who the fuck in their right mind would want a pathetic, clingy, worthless person like you?! You're lucky I stayed as long as I did"

And with that, Richard storms out, leaving Leo alone in his apartment. Alone, miserable, and deeply heartbroken.

He doesn't leave his house for the next few weeks.

#oc: leo ✨#:]#fuck Richard me and my homies hate Richard

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bottleofbabes · 1 year

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🍉 🍌 🍎 (Youssef)

@lunarxdaydream

Random Headcanons

🍉 - What is something they have done that they feel the most guilt over? How do they handle this guilt? Does the guilt ever get resolved?

There was a time where Youssef was bitterly envious of his older brothers. Amir, the eldest, has always been incredibly good at all facets of business be it financial or logistically. He's quite gifted at building interpersonal relations with people, even the ones he couldnt stand. His middle brother, Kassim, is gifted in the medical field. He excels at the art of caregiving, sensing the nuances and changes in someone's physical and mental health. He's also very good at dealing with all sorts of people.

Youssef hated his brothers for being so good at everything. He felt himself being left behind. Even now he feels incredibly inferior to his brothers. He has no talents, no skills... Not particularly good or bad at anything. His brothers have tried to console Youssef before, telling him that he's not as worthless as he seems to think but to no avail. Youssef continues to drown his negative thoughts in excessive indulgence in his own pleasures. He lives his life freely, recklessly because there was no point in acting as if he was anything more than the odd man out in his family, much to his parents' dismay.

Now instead of wasting his time hating his brothers, he'd much rather just spend all his parent's money on things that make him happy enough to forget everything, even for a moment.

🍌 - Who is someone that makes them feel uncomfortable? How do they handle interactions with this person? What is the source of the discomfort?

Youssef is mostly made uncomfortable by his brothers, even though the two of them don't do it intentionally. He feels stifled when they're all in the same room. He'll do anything to cut the visits to his parents' house short if they are all there. This ties back into his feeling insignificant when sat beside his brothers and their seemingly boundless perfection.

🍎 - What is a hobby or interest that they would be distressed over losing access to? I.e a dancer who breaks their leg for months, etc. How would they cope?

Since Youssef has an never ending supply of money to blow through whenever he wants (within reason), if he ever lost access to his credit cards, he'd be a wreck. He's so used to spending money on whatever makes him happy in that moment that if he lost that liberty he probably wouldn't be able to function. He is very much accustomed to throwing money at all his problems. Im not sure he would be able to cope if his parents cut him off because he's been reliant on their allowance for so long.

#((Youssef Things))#((Youssef Headcanons))#((answered))#lunarxdaydream

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ridiasfangirlings · 2 years

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Fushimi inherits his parents' house. Munakata goes over there with him. Fushimi shows Munakata around though it's not like Fushimi wants anything in the house. That's when Munakata discovers a single photo album.

I believe it's mentioned in LSW that Kisa sold the house after Niki died, let's say she was just renting it out and left all the furniture and stuff there. Maybe she's intending to get rid of it but as it happens the house is in Fushimi's name, Niki left it to him in his will (probably just for fun, like he was amused by the idea of making his little monkey keep this big empty house). Kisa's been taking care of it while Fushimi was still a minor and then afterward she just never got around to letting him know, the most recent tenants have moved out though and she sends Fushimi a letter to let him know the house is his to do what he wants with it. This is a bit of a blindside to Fushimi, he'd always assumed that Kisa owned the house and had sold it, he had no idea all this time that it was actually in his name. Of course he doesn't want it, like imagine the alphabet squad finding out about this and they're all amazed that Fushimi apparently owns this big fancy house and Fushimi just clicks his tongue and says he's going to sell it, it's a worthless thing and he doesn't have any use for it. The squad are all confused because who wouldn't want a big mansion and anyway it's his childhood home, surely he's attached to it. Munakata overhears and asks if Fushimi requires assistance going over to the house. Fushimi's all 'not you too' and Munakata says he's simply offering to be moral support if needed. Fushimi glares but then quietly nods, because in truth he really didn't want to go over to that house alone.

When they get there Fushimi freezes for a second in the doorway, it's not until Munakata says his name that he shakes it off and tries to act like he wasn't affected seeing this place again. Even though other people were living here for a while pretty much everything is just the way it was when Fushimi left, the same furniture and everything. Munakata wonders if there's anything Fushimi would like to take back with him and Fushimi says he doesn't need anything from this place, he's just looking around to make sure it's cleaned out properly and then he's selling the whole thing with furniture intact and he's never coming here again. Fushimi doesn't think there will be much here though, like maybe he just wants to check his old room or look through some closets to be sure there's nothing worth keeping. Munakata follows him from room to room and at some point they're in Kisa's old room, where Fushimi's never really been before – he never had a reason to look in 'that woman's' room and besides, it's not like she used it much anyway. Munakata happens to to be looking in the closet when he spots something on a high shelf far in the corner, he actually has to use some Blue power to get close enough to reach it. Fushimi wonders what Munakata thinks he's doing and Munakata says he was 'retrieving this,' holding out an old photo album.

Fushimi wonders if the renters left it behind and Munakata notes the dust and how far back it was, it seems quite old. He opens it up and imagine inside are a handful of pictures – Kisa at her wedding with both her and Niki looking like actual normal people for once, Kisa pregnant and preparing the nursery for the baby, just like the kind of things a normal mother would have documenting her pregnancy. At the end of the album there are only a couple baby pictures though, as if this is the point where Kisa realized that the baby wasn't what she thought it would be or like when she decided she didn't want to be a mother after all. Munakata of course praises what a cute baby Fushimi was, Fushimi clicks his tongue and tells Munakata to throw it away. Munakata wonders if it wasn't a precious heirloom and Fushimi laughs bitterly, like to think that woman even kept pictures of the baby she never wanted.

Munakata notes that despite how her feelings may have changed Kisa did keep the album – and as he says that a couple pictures fall out of the back of the album, Fushimi at his kindergarten graduation and again in elementary school. Fushimi doesn't even remember Kisa attending those and Munakata says that it seems even so these pictures were taken and kept safe, in a place where it would be hard for anyone else to find. Fushimi gets this frustrated look, like Munakata's not going to say he should make up with Kisa now just because they found a few pictures. Munakata says he is not, as that is Fushimi's choice to make – but at the same time, perhaps Fushimi can take solace in this small thing, that even a person who seemed uncaring did choose to keep this small memento of her child. Fushimi says it doesn't change anything and Munakata agrees that it doesn't, and asks again if Fushimi wants to keep the album. Fushimi repeats that it doesn't matter but he does take the album along anyway, somehow not quite willing to just throw it away after all.

#Fushimi Saruhiko #Talking K #well he has to keep it anyway #because if he doesn't take it Munakata will #you think he's passing up on those precious Fushimi-kun baby pictures #Munakata will take them all and hang them on the fridge #he understands that baby Fushimi pictures must be shown off properly

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harringtontmaa · 2 years

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⚡ — @immobiliter sent : okay so we know what steve's vecna song is, but rosie i really wanna know... how do you think steve's vecna trance would play out? what unresolved trauma / bad memories of steve's in your opinion is vecna most likely to draw upon to successfully manipulate/play on his emotional state, particularly in the s4 timeline?

this is a fantastic question, lottie my love, & thank you for breaking my heart by making me consider this in full vivid detail ! & honestly as i was working on this, i thought that i just might have to write it up as a proper drabble at some point, because i ended up having a whole visual concept & narrative arc in my head, as per usual. but here’s the cliffsnotes version, since you asked. before i really start off, i want to note that steve already has frequent headaches & occasional trouble sleeping due to nightmares. so in verses where he is targeted by vecna, even if he did know what to be on the lookout for, he would definitely not identify those as early symptoms of possession. nose bleeds without obvious cause are less common for him, but it still wouldn’t really raise any alarm bells unless he actively knew this was a symptom of vecna’s mental connection. however, as someone whose primary method of processing information is via hearing, steve would notice auditory hallucinations very quickly. the clock ticking & chiming ? he will hear those for a few days before he ever sees the clock on the final day of his possession. & they will raise a red flag for him, possibly even freaking him out enough to tell someone he trusts — like robin, or dustin — & start seeking a solution. especially if they already know about vecna, & what it means for him. we know that the visual hallucinations come in the final 24 hours before being brought into the final trance when vecna kills his victims. so in those last 24 hours, steve would start seeing things — or more specifically, people. & it’s worth repeating here that steve’s sense of self is entirely extrinsically based. for steve, if he is making the people around him happy, if they like being around him, that means he’s doing good. if he’s taking care of people, doing what they want, that’s always a good thing. & in contrast, if they’re disappointed in or angry with him, he feels he must be essentially worthless. his self esteem hinges entirely on how other people feel about him ( & yes, it’s super unhealthy ). so while the opinions of the people he cares about are, of course, exponentially weighted, the opinions of others do still matter to him, too. so for these reasons, i think that vecna would find it most easy to emotionally target steve by appearing to him primarily as different individuals he has known throughout his life, saying things that hold varying degrees of truth & are designed to invoke his guilt & insecurities. so, in the order that i think they would appear, steve would see vecna appear to him as :

● ILLUSION NUMER 1 will be jonathan. it is a part of my headcanons for steve’s childhood that he & jonathan were friends growing up thanks to the close proximity of their houses, & jonathan could have been considered his best friend in his youth. however, when steve met tommy & carol, & started becoming more concerned with grooming his reputation as they neared high school, steve started pulling away from the more unpopular jonathan, especially in public. one day, tommy bullied jonathan at school, & steve did not stand up in defense of his friend, afraid of the social repercussions. this moment led to the end of their friendship, & is one of the earliest things that steve still feels guilty over. & so, in keeping with the theme that the first thing someone sees is the clock, steve will be ( or appear to be ) in the woods between his house & jonathan’s when he first sees the creel’s grandfather clock embedded in the tree, very similar to chrissy’s first sighting of it. from there, vecna would appear to him as jonathan, appearing initially as steve knew him as a child. in that form, he would remind steve that after all the times jonathan had been there for him when he was sad or scared or lonely as a young boy. but then the clock would begin to tick faster, spinning rapidly, & the child jonathan he would turn into jonathan as he had been on the day of their fight outside the theatre, cheek bruised, telling steve that he hadn’t been there for him when he needed him. so why would anyone want to help steve now, when he’s been such a bad friend in the past ? that it’s no wonder that no one really wants him around, & that no one cares about him enough to help him. that after trying so hard to get everyone to like him, when he really needs someone, he’s going to be all alone, & he’s going to deserve it. ● ILLUSION NUMER 2 will be tommy, with carol present as well. & they weren’t the best people at the time either, of course, but he & steve were still nearly inseparable for several years, & their break was extremely quick, unexpected, & without any proper communication as the the real reasons why it happened so suddenly. so there is always a sense of regret there — like maybe if he had tried to talk it out with tommy, they could have come to some kind of understanding. so it’s a regret. a what-if. it’s also important to understand that with tommy & carol, even before their break, there was a perpetual sense of steve being “left out” of the trio’s relationship. tommy & carol & steve were undoubtedly a unit, but in reality, steve knew that it was tommy & carol who were a couple, & steve was their friend. their third wheel. at the end of the night, they leave together & he’s still there, alone. & from his perspective, they’re undoubtedly meant for each other, obsessed with each other, totally in love. & he wants that. so he’s jealous. with them, he often felt like even with his supposed closest friends, he was still left on the outside looking in on something. there have always been a lot of emotional layers to that relationship. & so when vecna appears to him as tommy, it will be with carol by his side. they will likely taunt steve, laughing at him for ever thinking that they cared about him, tell him that he really was just in the way the whole time, & that they’re so much happier now he’s not forcing himself into their relationship constantly. carol will tell him that she never liked him anyway, & was just using her close friendship with him as leverage against of the other girls at school to maximize her position amongst them socially — which wasn’t necessary anymore after he’d ruined his reputation mooning over nancy, anyway. tommy will tell him that everything he & steve had ever done was just a long-running joke, to him — that he had always thought it was funny to fuck with him, that he just enjoyed seeing how far he could push steve until he eventually got scared & ran away. & that’s always what he did, in the end : run away. tommy would then try to fight him, pushing him & taunting him, telling not to be a pussy for once in his life. & steve will absolutely try to run from this particular hallucination, their laughter & the ticking of the creel clock echoing in his ears. ● this second illusion will feed directly into the next, which involves dustin, robin, & the party. as he’s running, tommy & carol’s laughter will turn to the kids’ screams. & suddenly, steve won’t be running away from tommy & carol anymore, but toward the screaming to in hopes of protecting the kids. but when he does eventually find them, vecna will treat steve to a horrifying illusion of max & lucas with their stomachs ripped open, demodogs eating their guts. will & mike’s bloodied bodies will be there too, as well as jane, her eyes white & leaking blood & her limbs already crumpled. dustin will be bloody, but still alive when steve appears, crying over his friends. vecna as dustin will turn to steve & ask why he hadn’t been there, why he hadn’t protected them all like he said he would. when steve tries to go to him, the illusion will shift & they’ll suddenly be in the tunnels, entangled in vines, dustin being dragged away as he cries for help. but just as steve goes to run after him, he will hear robin’s voice calling his name, yelling for help from where vines are binding her to the wall the other side of the tunnel beside the face of a large grandfather clock, the only space not covered with the writhing vines. the vines around his ankles prevent him from running after either of them, but of course, he tries anyway, stumbling & eventually falling. he wakes up from when his back hits the ground in the vision ( & he’s going to need a major hug after this one ). ● ILLUSION NUMER 3 will be nancy ( no surprise here, we knew she’d turn up sooner or later ). this one i imagine as being similar to the one where vecna appeared to max as her mother, & at first, it wasn’t obvious that it was an illusion. steve will be going about his normal life, maybe looking for clues or something, idk, & see nancy somewhere & think it’s really her. so at first, steve will go to her & just ask her if she’s ok. & vecna as nancy will smile so sweetly ( flash back in his mind to her looking exactly like she did in the car in s2 when she tells him i love you too — then cue flash back within a flash back to s1 steve saying to her you’re so adorable when you lie ). & she will say yes, she’s fine, everything’s fine. & in fact, she’s so much better now she’s without steve. that he had been doing nothing but holding her back & making her miserable the whole time, & that jonathan understands her in a way he never did. at this point, jonathan may appear as well, just in the background, with an arm around nancy’s waist. she will continue on that steve never understood her, never listened to her, never did anything right. that of course she’d never loved him, & he should have known ; that it was funny that he had ever thought someone like her could love someone like him — she knows he’s an idiot. but how stupid could he honestly be to believe something like that ? that’s why she’d left him. & she’s only sorry that she didn’t do it sooner — that she’d ever gone out with him at all & wasted her time ( cue more auditory hallucinations of the creel clock ticking ) on him & his bullshit. ● ILLUSION NUMER 4 will be the actual moment of being put into the trance, with the endgame goal of vecna killing steve. it will open in steve’s house, dark & silent, except for a antique grandfather clock ticking somewhere — which is definitely out of place in the harrington’s modern chic home. but it feels like no one else is home, as usual, so steve goes down the hallway to his bedroom. but when he steps inside, his mother is there, staring at him. this is strange, too, because she’s never set foot in his room before in her life. & this is the big one, this is the heavy hitter that vecna waited to pull out. julie harrington has ignored steve as much as she can for as long as he can remember, so having her eyes watching him so closely feels wrong, makes him feel like he’s somewhere he shouldn’t be even though he’s in his own bedroom. & this one is the most intense, because while most of what vecna says to steve during these illusions is untrue, everything he would say as julie is actually how steve’s mother really feels, but has just never said aloud. as vecna, she tells steve that she never wanted to be a mother — that she never wanted him. that she’d felt pressured into it, but that she knows she would have been able to do so much more without him. that he’s always been in the way, all his life, always been nothing but a burden to her. that he’s always just held her back, tried to prevent her from reaching her dreams. that he needs so much attention all the time, it’s too much to ask of her — of anyone. that he may think he feels trapped, but she’s the one who’s been in a cage for the last twenty years, & it’s all because of him. & this is where the checked box pattern of his bedroom walls will start to close in around them both. julie continues that she wishes he’d never been born. that she & everyone else everyone would have been happier if she had never had a son. that she regrets bringing him into the world at all. that he was a mistake, that he shouldn’t exist. & this is where his mother’s face will begin to melt away, replaced by vecna’s. & vecna will say that that’s why he’s here — he’s come for steve, to correct the mistake from all those years ago. vecna will tell steve that he understands, that he feels so out of place all the time because he is out of place. that he shouldn’t be here, he never should have been born at all. but now he can stop being in everyone’s way, can stop asking so much of everyone. he can fix everything like this. he can die, he can give everyone the gift of their life in his absence. & finally, with steve gone at last, everything will finally be okay. everything will be as it was meant to be : without him. & honestly ? it breaks my heart, but steve will fully believe him for a second. & he will almost give up fighting vecna. until someone very special blasts under pressure ( 1981 ) by queen ft. david bowie directly into steve’s brain & reminds him that vecna is lying. he is loved & all he needs is to give love that one more chance, just like he always does.

#immobiliter #⚡ — ooc / answered.#⚡ — HEADCANONS.#i swear this was not going to be this long when i started.#story of my life right.#idk what to tag.#horror /#idk lmk.#i just hope you can see this happening in your head.#like a short film.#because i can.

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