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and i will give you everything | part one

Summary: You meet Tyler in a bar and spend the night together. Though you have no idea who he is, just looking at him has your brain screaming ‘run’. Little do you know that the first night was just the beginning of a much longer story you would share with him.

Player: Tyler Seguin

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: Smut, cursing

You were two drinks in and halfway people watching from the mirror in front of you. It was a favorite hobby of yours. You loved to pick a person and assign them a name, a personality, hobbies, and a life based on what you saw. Your current victim? His assigned name was Dustin. He was wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, cowboy boots and a camouflage baseball hat to complete the look. He sat leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide with a beer resting on his knee.

You imagined that his Tinder bio was ‘Country boy stuck in the city’. He’d probably never been outside of the city in his life, but he drove a lifted truck and acted like he was the shit because of it. Dustin listened to exclusively country music. He had a deer head hanging in his house that he didn’t kill because he’d never been hunting in his life. His dad killed the deer, you decided. His dad was probably raised out in the country.

You lifted your beer to your lips and were about to shift your attention to one of Dustin’s friends when a gust of warm air washed over you. You turned you head toward the door and you immediately decided to scrap Dustin and his friends.

This new man was so much more interesting.

He paused inside the door and looked around the bar, lifted his hat and ran his fingers through his long dark hair. Your eyes followed his tattooed arms as they moved. Hunter. You’d call him Hunter. You averted your eyes to the mirror and watched him move to the row of barstools.

The bar wasn’t that busy, there were a few groups of people, but he had his choice of seats. He sat down on a stool a few spots down from you and you frowned but hid it by taking a sip of your beer. The bartender made his way over to him and Hunter ordered some beer that you hadn’t ever had before. He had an accent. Canadian maybe? Definitely not from Dallas.

He crossed his arms and leaned them on the bar as he waited for his drink. You continued to watch him in the mirror and decided that he was a personal trainer. He worked in a gym, maybe owned his own. He definitely owned his own gym. He rode a motorcycle. He had that air of ‘I don’t give a fuck’ about him that when paired with those looks that made you think that he had never had a serious relationship in his life.

The bartender set his drink on the bar in front of his folded arms and Hunter thanked him and raised the bottle to his lips. You watched his throat move as he swallowed. His Tinder bio was probably something like ‘If you aren’t down for a good time, swipe left’. He looked like he would be a really good time.

You were so distracted by your thoughts that you didn’t catch him shifting his eyes toward you in the mirror. You usually would have noticed and averted your gaze to your drink or the bottles lining the shelves, but he had you so distracted that you didn’t notice his attention shifting to you.

Your eyes met in the mirror and he held your stare as he brought the bottle back to his lips. There was an air of danger in his eyes. Not the ‘I’m going to get murdered in an alley’ kind of danger. It was more of the ‘I need to abort mission before I get my body and heart destroyed by this man’ kind of danger.

You broke eye contact first, looking down at your hands wrapped around your beer. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hunter set down his bottle, lift his hat and run his fingers through his hair. You chanced a glance up in the mirror to find him still staring at you.

This time you didn’t look away. You didn’t have time before he stood up from his stool and moved to take a seat beside you. Your heart raced. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to meet the people you had assigned personalities to. Especially not the ones who looked like walking, talking, time bombs.

A minute of silence passed before he spoke, “So,” he said, “did you catch that Stars game tonight?”

You frowned. Sports fan. You looked closely at his hat and noticed now that he was sitting closer, the logo looked to be for a sports team. You should have picked up on that. “I’m not going to lie to you,” you responded, “I haven’t watched a hockey game since I was about ten years old.”

Something lit up in his eyes and he said, “I’m Tyler.”

“(Y/N),” you said, twisting your bottle in your hands. You knew his real name now. Very far from Hunter. Tyler suited him. It was better. He brought his beer to his lips again, then set it back down on the bar, “You aren’t from around here, are you?”

He smiled, it wasn’t exactly directed at you. It seemed more like he was smiling at whatever the question made him think of. “I’m from Ontario. What gave it away?”

“Accent,” you stated, shrugging as you took a sip of your drink.

He chuckled lightly, “I’m surprised you picked up on it. It isn’t that strong.”

“I’m observant,” you said. When your favorite hobby was trying to tell a person’s story with as little information as possible, you learned to pick up on the smallest details.

He nodded, leaning an elbow against the bar and angling his body toward you. “So am I,” he said. “I observed that tattoo on your wrist. What does it say?”

You glanced down at the tattoo on the inside of your right wrist and flipped your hand over, showing him. “It’s a sibling tattoo. My brother, sister and got them together. Mine says baby sister.”

He pointed to just above his collarbone, “I have matching tattoos with my sisters too.”

You smiled, “You have sisters?”

He nodded, “Yeah, two of them.”

“Do they live here or in Ontario?” You asked him.

He glanced sideways over your shoulder, then back at you. “Ontario. My whole family lives there. They visit a lot though.”

“It’s nice that they get to come down and see you, at least,” you said. You lifted your beer to your lips and took another drink. This time you finished it and set it down. You frowned at the now empty bottle and sighed as you moved to get the bartenders attention.

Tyler beat you to it, holding out a hand. The bartender was there in a second, “What can I get for you?” He asked.

Tyler nodded his head toward you, “Whatever she wants, put it on my tab.”

You frowned at him. Here came that danger part that you had pegged him for. You may have been wrong about his name and you may have failed to notice that he was representing a sports team with his hat. However, you were unlikely to believe that you were wrong when you had declared him a danger to women everywhere.

That was not what you needed in your life.

But dear god, did you have a habit of getting caught up in exactly that.

You ordered your drink and it appeared in front of you faster than you’d ever had a drink delivered in your life. “Can I get you anything else?” The bartender asked.

Tyler shook his head, “Thank you.”

He made his way to customers at the other end of the bar and Tyler turned back to you. “So, what about you? Are you from around here?” he asked.

“Born and raised,” you said proudly. “I don’t think I’d ever move away. Travel a bit maybe, but I’ll always come back.”

He nodded, “I get it. Home is home. I left when I was pretty young though, so I guess it doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“Why did you leave so young?” You asked, tilting your head and furrowing your brows. You couldn’t imagine having moved out of your parents’ house before you were twenty, let alone leaving the town or the country.

He frowned and stared at his beer, moving to balance it on his knee, which was turned toward you. “I had goals to accomplish.”

“Did you accomplish them?” you asked, genuinely curious now.

He nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.” He looked back up at you, “What about you? Do you have any big goals that you were out to achieve?”

You smiled fondly at the thought, “I want to get a book published. I haven’t quite gotten there yet.”

“One thing I’ve learned is that if you work hard, anything is possible,” he said. “You’ll get it if you want it badly enough.”

“That was so cheesy,” you said, laughing a little and looking down at your hands.

He shrugged, “I believe it though.”

You glanced up through your lashes at him and your eyes met. There was that danger. That surefire look in his eyes that made this voice in the back of your head scream ‘Red alert! Abort mission! T minus X amount of time before this man ruins your life if you let this continue!’. That being said, you had a horrible habit of ignoring your better judgment.

Your eyes stayed locked for longer than they should have and neither of you said anything. Finally, he cleared his throat and broke the silence, “Are you any good at darts?”

You grinned, “I bet I could totally kick your ass.”

He laughed, a huge amused laugh, “We’ll see about that.”

You stood up at the same time at him and you found yourselves standing with just centimeters between you. He was taller than you had realized, or maybe it just seemed that way now that he was towering about a foot above you with your chest almost brushing his. You looked up at him and he swallowed before moving away from you.

As you made your way over to the dart board, he rested a hand on your lower back. You walked past Dustin and his friends and noticed their eyes on the two of you. It wasn’t you they were looking at though, they were watching Tyler. One of them leaned forward and whispered something to another as you walked past, all you caught was the word, “Hockey”. You glanced over at Tyler to see if he had noticed their odd behavior, but he was staring straight ahead, no look of recognition on his face.

You shrugged it off as you arrived at the dart boards on the other side of the bar. He dropped his hand and grabbed the darts, handing yours to you. “Best two out of three?” He asked.

You shrugged your shoulders, turning to face the board, “I mean if you don’t think you can beat me the first time around then yeah, I guess.”

He nodded his head while he laughed at you, “You’re cocky for someone who has no idea what they’re up against.”

“Or maybe you’re just underestimating me,” You responded. “I’ll let you go first since you’re so sure of yourself.”

He was still laughing and shaking his head as he moved into position. He threw the dart and it was a good shot, you would admit that. He turned and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. A challenge. So, he was competitive. This was something to file away for sure. You couldn’t help yourself, you smiled sweetly and said, “Cute.”

He huffed and turned back around, throwing the rest. He did well, but you knew you could do better. You grew up with a dart board in your basement. You had been determined to compete with your dad and your brother for the position as the top dart player in the family since you were six years old.

Your first dart hit the center of the board. You turned to Tyler and raised an eyebrow. He frowned at you for a second before forcing himself to smile. “Cute.” You laughed and turned back to the board. When you finished throwing, it was safe to say that you won.

“Do you still want to go two out of three?” You asked him. He was frowning with his arms crossed.

“Of course, I do. I’m not just going to admit defeat,” he said.

You won again.

He was halfway pouting as you took your seats back at the bar, “I bet I would beat you at pool,” he said. “Hardly anyone beats me.”

“I bet you would beat me too,” you said as you lifted your beer to your lips again, finishing your third for the night. “I’m horrible at pool.”

He grinned, “We should definitely play then. I have a pool table. I’ve got a ping pong table too.”

You tilted your head, “I don’t know, I’m pretty good at ping pong, you might not want to risk losing again.”

He laughed, “I promise not to throw the paddle.”

“Well I would hope not,” you said, “You’d be breaking your own stuff.”

“Like you’ve never gotten mad and broken something?” He said, though it was more of a question.

You giggled and covered your face with your hand, “I’m really going to plead the fifth on that question.”

“That just makes me want to know even more,” he said, leaning forward toward you. “Come on. It sounds like a good story.”

“It sounds like an incriminating story,” you said, moving closer to him. “I don’t need any more people knowing about it than already do.”

He frowned, “I’ll get it out of you eventually.”

Eventually. What was his game plan here? He looked like the classic ‘love them and leave them’ type. There would be no eventually. There would be tonight and that was it. You would probably go back to your house. He would be gone the second you fell asleep. You would never see him again.

But he’d said something about having a pool table at his house and playing ping pong with you. So, what was his game plan? What was he doing? This was why guys like him were so dangerous.

You shook your head, “That would take a while.”

“I’m up for the challenge,” he said, “I don’t give up easily.”

He pulled away, putting some distance between the two of you and brought his beer to his lips, finished it, then set it down on the bar. “We’re both out. Do you want another one?”

“No,” you sighed, leaning back. “I should stop while I’m ahead.”

He grinned, “Whatever you say, (Y/N).” It was the first time he’d used your name and it made your stomach flip. Maybe the alcohol had hit you harder than you thought it had. “Do you want to come back to my place? We can play some ping pong.” He nodded his head toward the pool table in the center of the room, “Pool is no fun if we know that I’m going to win.”

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth and watched as his eyes drifted down to your mouth. “I guess I’m not opposed to that.”

Tyler pulled out his wallet and held out his card. The bartender dropped was he was doing was grabbed it. “Run her tab too,” he said.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said, already in the process of digging your wallet out of your purse.

He waved you off and the bartender ignored your protest as he ran the card then handed Tyler two checks and a pen. You weren’t snooping. You just happened to catch out of the corner of your eye that he left an insanely large tip for what combined to be a $30 bill.

You eyed him as he pushed the receipts and the pen across the bar. He definitely wasn’t some small business owner like you had suspected. Looks like you had been off the mark again. He stood and smiled at you, “Ready to go? I’ll drive. You’ve had a few.”

You frowned. You hadn’t thought ahead to the point that you would be trapped in a house without your car with a man you had just met an hour ago. He seemed to notice the battle raging inside your head and he gave you a kind smile, one that contrasted so deeply with the image you had been building of him as this man who destroyed women’s hearts as a hobby. “I’ll bring you back to your car whenever you want.”

You relented. Who were you kidding, you had never been the poster child for good decision making anyway. Why start now? With full knowledge that your sister was going to kill you for this when you filled her in the next morning, you nodded and said, “Okay. Let’s go.”

He placed a hand on your lower back as he led you out of the bar, and you would swear that you could feel the eyes of Dustin and his friends on your backs as you left.

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There was a part of this story that you were missing. Usually when given so many pieces of a puzzle, you would fabricate something. However, now that you knew his name, where he was from, how young he was when he left home and how many siblings he had, it felt weird to speculate on why you were pulling up to a massive house in a ridiculously expensive car. Now that you had two more pieces to this puzzle, the large tip seemed a little less strange.

You had paused and stared at the car when he walked up to it and opened the door for you. You’d raised your eyebrows as if to ask, are you joking? And he had just shrugged his shoulders and grinned at you. Proud. He was proud of his car.

Now he was unlocking his front door and pushing it open. As soon as the two of you stepped inside, three dogs came sprinting into the entryway. All labs which made you smile. You dropped down to your knees and scratched behind the ears of the yellow lab that was trying desperately to fit in your lap.

“Gerry,” Tyler chastised him, “You aren’t a puppy anymore, you don’t fit!”

“Oh,” you said, reaching out a hand to rub down the back of the chocolate lab that was trying to lick your face, “Labs are my favorite animals. I like dogs, but I love labs.”

He reached down to scratch the chin of the black lab, “Technically they’re the same thing.”

“They aren’t though,” you said. “You obviously know that. That’s why you have three of them.”

“You’ve got me there,” he said. “Come on boys, outside.”

You frowned and stood up, following him as he walked through the house to the back door. He opened it and ushered the dogs outside. “Go on. Don’t look at me like that, Marshall. I’ll feed you later.”

The chocolate lab turned and walked off into the back yard, following his brothers. “They’re cute,” you said.

“They are,” he responded as he pushed the door closed and turned to face you. “Ping-pong?”

“Do you want to risk losing again?” You asked.

He smiled, “I’ll take the chance. This way.”

You followed him through the house and ended up in a home gym that also contained a ping-pong table. He picked up a paddle and handed it to you, “Loser takes a shot of fireball?”

“Deal,” you said, “This is a little unfair though because I’ve already had three drinks and you’ve only had one.”

He grinned, “You better win then.”

“Challenge accepted.”

You lost.

“Best two out of three!” You protested, picking the ball up off the floor.

He shook his head, laughing. “Not a chance. Terms are decided before the game starts. Bottoms up.”

“You’re just bitter because I beat you at darts,” you said, tossing the ball at him. He batted it away with his hand. “I let you go two out of three, it isn’t my fault that you suck to badly to beat me.” He smiled, and he looked more amused than anything.

“I’m really okay with it, we’re even now.”

You put a hand on your hip, “Not we aren’t, I beat you twice.”

“You’re taking the shot, you lost fair and square.”

A few minutes later you were standing in his kitchen and he was pouring out a shot for you. He slid it across the island to you. “Did I mention that I hate fireball?” You asked, “I’ve had some pretty bad experiences with it.”

“Man up and take the shot,” he said.

You huffed, “I never said I wouldn’t. I just said that I don’t like it.”

Before he could say anything else, you threw back the shot then set the glass back on the counter. You wrinkled your nose as you refocused your eyes on him. “Are you satisfied?”

He was staring at you, palms leaned on the counter. “Something like that.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

Feign innocence. That was a safe bet. Pretend you had no idea that he brought you here for sex. Pretend that you didn’t notice the way he was staring at you, those brown eyes even darker now than they had been in the dim light of the bar.

He maintained eye contact with you as he walked around the island, coming to a stop in front of you. The way he moved so slowly without taking his eyes off of you reminded you of a something big and scary stalking its prey in the best possible way. Your breath hitched when he came to a stop in front of you. With just inches between you, each with one hand on the island, he noticed.

The corners of his mouth turned up. When you looked into his eyes you saw it again. It was there, clear as day. That danger that screamed ‘Run! Run for the hills!’ but when moved his hand from the countertop and ran it up your arm, settling it on your neck, you didn’t run. You let your eyes drift closed as he leaned down to kiss you.

Just before your lips met, a set of paws jumped on the door. You both startled, then laughed. He whispered, “Fucking dog,” with his hand still on your neck and his face close enough to yours that you could feel his breath when he spoke.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him, “You should probably let them in. They’ve been out there for a while.”

He sighed but straightened up anyway, removing his hand and taking a step back from you. You immediately missed having him so close. “They’re so spoilt,” he said. “It’s like fifty-five degrees outside and they have fur. The weather is perfect.”

“They would rather be with you,” you said. “They’re labs. They’re attention whores.”

He laughed as he walked out of the kitchen and around the corner to let the dogs into the house. “Come on in boys. You already ruined the fun.”

The dogs came barreling into the house and ran straight for the couch where they all laid down. Gerry grabbed a toy along the way and sat there chewing it, squeaker going off at about the same rate that your heart had been beating when Tyler was about to kiss you. Tyler walked over to the couch and pulled the toy away from him, “Sorry, Gerry.” He said, “That’s not happening right now.” He grabbed a toy shaped like a tire off the floor and tossed it to him. “Here, play with this.”

Gerry looked betrayed but accepted the peace offering.

Tyler put the squeaky toy up on the mantel and walked back over to you. “I’m sorry. They’re my kids.”

Fuck. Why was he so… likable? It was just another thing to add to the list of reasons he was so dangerous. You quickly reminded yourself that after tonight, you would probably never see him again and it wouldn’t matter. He wouldn’t have the time to fuck with your head or your heart. He could have your body for one night, that’s all you were giving him, that’s all he would ask for.

He closed the distance between you. Without saying anything, he placed a hand on your hip and pulled you against him. You looked up at him slowly, taking in his tattooed bicep and his broad shoulders along the way. His hand drifted around to the small of your back and for the first time you realized how large they were.

You wondered what he could do with them.

That thought had you biting your lip to keep yourself from asking him to show you. He reached his free hand up and with the pad of his thumb, pulled it free. Tyler moved his hand to the back of your neck and he leaned down to press his lips to yours.

The kiss started slow, just a brush of his lips over yours. Then you swiped the tip of your tongue over his lower lip and he hummed as he pulled you tighter against him. He deepened the kiss and he tasted like whatever beer it was that he had been drinking earlier. He nipped at your lower lip and you reached your hands up from where they were tucked against his chest to wrap around his neck.

When his slipped his tongue inside your mouth, you ran your fingers up into his hair, knocking his hat off and onto the floor. He pulled back, moving his hand from your neck to rest on your arm. You frowned, “Are you that attached to your hat? Because I like the hat, but I really like your hair.”

He chuckled, “No, no,” he said, “It’s just…” he looked over his shoulder at where there were three pairs of dog eyes fixed on the two of you, “Like I said, they’re my kids. This is weird.”

You laughed, “Do you want to go somewhere else?”

Tyler nodded, “Preferably.”

He started to walk toward the stairs, then paused and ran back to where you’d been standing to pick up his hat off the floor. You threw back your head and laughed at him.

“Shut up,” he said, bumping your shoulder lightly as he walked past you, “I like this one.”

You followed him up the stairs and before you made it to a room, he turned around and grabbed you. His lips were on yours and you were pinned up against a wall. You had your hands up and on the back of his neck, holding him against you as soon as you registered what was happening.

He lowered himself and lifted your leg up around his hip. You got the hint and wrapped both legs around his waist. He straightened up and made his way down the hallway, never breaking contact with your lips.

He kicked a door open and then kicked it shut again after he’d carried you through it. You didn’t open your eyes or pull away from his lips to look around the room, but you figured out that you were in a bedroom when he laid you down on a bed.

You kept your legs wrapped around his waist, preventing him from pulling away. You moved your lips to the side of his mouth, brushed them across his cheek, then scrapped your teeth over his beard. He groaned and lifted you, moving you up the bed and laying your head on the pillows.

You were pretty sure he wasn’t pulling away at that point, so you unlocked your legs. His hand slid under your shirt, pushing it up over your stomach. He pulled away and you successfully resisted the urge to whine. He pulled you up and continued to pull on your shirt. You lifted your arms and he pulled it over your head. He made a move to push you back down, but you resisted and ran your hands under his shirt and over his stomach. He yanked it off and tossed it to the side, then tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling your mouth back to his.

You wanted a chance to look at his tattoos, but you would take this too. He reached behind you and unhooked your bra with one hand, danger, and pulled back to toss it off the bed in the same direction that he had tossed his shirt. He lowered you back to the pillows and trailed his mouth down the column of your throat, occasionally nipping at the skin. Every time he did your breath hitched.

He cupped your breast with his hand, his very large hand, and moved his mouth to cover your nipple. You threaded your fingers in his hair and held his head in place and he nipped and sucked. Despite your hand holding him in place, he moved to your other breast and did much the same thing.

He dipped his head between your breast and then trailed down your stomach while looking up at you through his eyelashes. He looked devious, and it was really doing it for you. He reached the button of your pants and stared at you for a moment. Waiting so see if you would stop him? Building suspense? It was hard to tell.

He pulled your pants off and they joined the rest of the clothes on the floor. When he sat up to pull off your pants, you got your first good look at him. He was… a work of art. His tattoos were beautiful. His body was amazing. He was looking at you like you meant something even though you knew you didn’t.

Maybe that was why he was dangerous. He made you feel like you mattered when you didn’t.

Tyler pushed your thighs apart and ran his thumb over the black lace covering your pussy. You knew you were soaked and when his eyes snapped up from where his he was teasing you to meet yours you knew that he knew it too. “So wet for me already?”

You swallowed as his words only served to reinforce his point.

He pulled the lace out of the way and ran his rough thumb through your wetness, spreading it up to your clit which he circled. You couldn’t resist the small moan that fell from your lips and as soon as the sound left you he removed his thumb and yanked your panties down your legs before tossing them over his shoulder.

He dropped down, settling his face between your thighs. He nipped at the inside of your thigh, then he moved up closer to where you wanted him and sucked a mark just below the crease of your leg. “Tell me what you want,” he said, his mouth hovering over you as he looked up at you. You could see the spark in his eyes, he was enjoying this. He wanted you to beg.

You weren’t going to beg. At the very least you were going to be a brat about it. “Eat my pussy, Tyler,” you said without hesitation, voice breathless, hand moving to tangle in his hair.

He blinked at you, maybe a little surprised, then grinned and did just what you asked. His licked up your slit and circled your clit then dove back down and licked up more of you. He hummed against you, and said, “So good.”

He wrapped his hands around your thighs and held them tightly. Tight enough that he may leave bruises, but you weren’t going to worry about that when he was flicking his tongue over your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your hand tightened in his hair and you squeezed your eyes shut when he sucked and ran the flat of his tongue over your clit sending you headfirst into an orgasm.

He licked you until you pushed his head away, then he crawled back up your body and hovered over you. You propped yourself up on your elbows to capture his lips and moaned when he tasted like you. He pushed you back down, but you pushed his shoulder and flipped him over to straddle his lap.

His eyes roamed over your body and his hands followed, ghosting over your sides and landing on your breasts. You pulled away from his hands and he grunted, reaching for you but gave up and laid back against the pillows when he realized what you were doing. You scooted off of his legs and pulled his pants off, they too joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

You ran your hand over the outline of his cock, never breaking eye contact with him as you pulled his boxer briefs down. “Calvin Klein. So cliché of you.” You said softly, pretending that his size wasn’t making you want to scrap whatever ideas you’d previously had and jump on his cock right that moment.

He grunted and grabbed your hand, then moved it to his dick. “Do you just want my hand, or do you want something else?” You asked him.

“Hell,” he said, “If you’re offering I’ll take it.”

“You’ll take what?” You asked.

He grinned, “Put that pretty mouth on my cock, (Y/N).”

You swallowed and did exactly as he had told you. You ducked your head and took him into your mouth. He tangled his hands in your hair and pushed deeper. You put a hand on his thigh and he got the hint, backing off a little.

He watched you and you kept your eyes locked with his through your lashes the entire time. His hand guided your head, keeping you at the pace he wanted. He groaned, “Fuck,” again and you noted that he must really like that word.

He pulled you up and the rolled you off of him and onto your knees. He ran a hand down your back and then he was pulling off his underwear and leaning across the bed to grab a condom out of the night stand. You heard the package rip open and then he was behind you again, with a hand on your shoulder and the other guiding himself into you.

He didn’t give you time to get used to him, but you weren’t complaining. He pushed you down onto your elbows and spread your legs farther. He knew exactly what he wanted. You buried your face in the pillow to stifle your moans and he didn’t like that. He reached around and pulled the pillow away from you. “Let me hear you.”

“Shit,” you said, breathless as you rested your head up on your forearms, “So good.”

He groaned and reached around to circle his fingers around your clit. “Come for me, (Y/N).”

You fisted your hand in the sheets and moaned out his name as you did just that. Maybe it was his cock, maybe it was his fingers, maybe it was his words, but damn if that wasn’t the best orgasm you’d ever had. A moment later his fingers tightened on your shoulder as he finished.

He paused for a moment and rubbed up and down your back before he pulled out of you and walked into the bathroom. You collapsed onto the bed and buried your face in your folded arms. You needed to leave tonight. You needed to have him drive you back to your car and never see him again because now there were so many clear-cut reasons that you brain screamed, ‘run’ when you looked at him.

Then he came back from the bathroom and awkwardly handed you a damp washcloth, almost like he’d never done it before. You sat up and took it from him, “Thank you,” you said, and he pulled on his underwear before disappearing into the closet while you cleaned yourself up.

He emerged a moment later with a t-shirt in his hand and traded with you, taking the washcloth and tossing it in the hamper. You stared at the t-shirt for a moment before pulling it over your head. Again, you said, “Thank you.”

He nodded and walked around to the side of the bed that you weren’t sitting on and pulled the covers back, “The dogs are going to be so mad that I’m not letting them sleep in here tonight.”

You frowned, “Don’t kick them out all because of me.”

He shrugged, “They’ll get over it.” He rolled onto his side facing you, presumably waiting for you to come lay down with him. Every instinct told you that this was a horrible idea, but his eyes looked so hopeful that you couldn’t say no. You grabbed the pillow from where Tyler had thrown it at the end of the bed and put it back in its rightful place, then laid down beside him.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you back against him. Neither of you said anything as you fell asleep.

#tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin imagines #nhl imagines #hockey imagines

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ggukcangetit · 4 years

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Dreamcatchers Chap 3

Pairing: jungkook x oc

Synopsis: DI Jeon didn’t need a new partner. Unfortunately, his superiors felt otherwise; especially considering the extremely high-profile murder that had just taken place in the port city. Recent transfer, DI Choi Yuri finds herself confronted with a new cityscape, unfamiliar people, a hostile partner, and a homicide that is certain to bring back unpleasant memories.

Genre/AU: fluff/action/mystery | detective! au | police!jungkook, police!oc

Word Count: 4.1k

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: mentions of violence, alcohol, blood, drugs, death. Basically stuff you’d associate with a murder mystery/crime drama

Previous: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Acknowledgement: shoutout to @stutterfly for designing this beautiful banner which i am completely in love with and stare at for no particular reason throughout the day

A/N: reminding everyone that this story features a named oc because i’m still very unfamiliar with writing second person reader inserts. i’m not aiming for strict accuracy in this story, and all criminal investigation/forensics knowledge i have has been gathered by watching crime drama/procedural dramas! my knowledge of geography is also not totally accurate so apologies for that. once again, one thing right by @hobios prompted me to write a police inspector! jungkook story. would highly recommend reading that because it’s probably one of my most favorite pieces of writing!

18th December

Ahreum parked her motorbike outside the bakery and checked her phone for messages. There were none. This wasn’t unusual in itself, except for the fact that she had been supposed to meet him 2 hours ago at the other end of town. Which meant that he was hiding from her.

“Where is he?” she asked, walking up to the counter and heaving a tired sigh.

Seokjin pressed his lips together, trying to suppress the grin that was threatening to break out. Ahreum was definitely a force to be reckoned with - usually bright and overflowing with energy, there was only one situation that caused the optimist in her to hurtle towards a speedy demise.

“Can I interest you in some raspberry choux au craquelin?” He picked up a tray with freshly baked pastry and waved it enticingly in front of her.

“This doesn’t work on me, Seokjin. Although-” she picked up a few and wrapped them in some paper napkins - “I’m sure Yuri would love to try these. Now, where is he?”

Seokjin sighed and took off his apron. “He’s in the room right at the back where I do the accounts.”

Ahreum sighed and walked around the back of the counter, heading towards the rooms at the back of the bakery. Seokjin had three areas at the back - his kitchen (really no one other than him was allowed in here), the store room (which was way too small to fit even one full grown person in it), and the accounts room (where a certain someone had taken to hiding whenever things got a little too difficult).

And sure enough, a mop of curly black hair was visible from the door to the accounts room. On any other day, Ahreum would’ve found his shenanigans extremely hilarious; but she was really not in the mood for any silly games today.

“You were supposed to meet me two hours ago.” Her voice was soft but it still made him jump up and nearly knock over the PC he had been fidgeting with.

“Fuck!” he gasped. “What the hell? I nearly died!”

Ahreum rolled her eyes as she helped him up. “Don’t be dramatic, Tae. It’s really not as attractive as you think.”

Be that as it may, there was not much that could be considered unattractive on Kim Taehyung. He was somewhat of a social media celebrity thanks to the aesthetically taken pictures of his undoubtedly handsome face - all of which Ahreum had taken. In fact, when Ahreum had shown Yuri some of the pictures from her instagram page, she had gasped rather loudly.

“He’s literally a piece of art!”

“I mean, yes, he’s definitely conventionally attractive,” conceded Ahreum, a little annoyed that her photography was almost completely being ignored. “But what do you think of the pictures?”

“‘Conventionally attractive’? Is that the best you can do with your Literature & Creative Writing degree?”

Ahreum peered over his shoulder to see what he was working on so intently, only to find that he was-

“Playing a game?? You ditched me to play a fucking PC game?” she gasped, whacking his shoulder hard. “What the hell is wrong with you, Kim Taehyung?!”

“No!” He held his hands up to protect himself from further blows. “I just started playing a few minutes ago! I swear!”

“Why’d you ditch, then?”

“Because…” he trailed off, looking away guiltily. That, in essence, was the entire problem regarding Kim Taehyung. He ran at the sight of any kind of responsibility or hard work. Correction - any kind of hard work that wasn’t related to his hobbies.

“You were supposed to finish reviewing company policies today so that you wouldn’t be unprepared when you meet your dad tomorrow.”

“I know.” He looked downcast, switching off the PC monitor. “I just-”

“If this isn’t what you want to do, you should just tell them.” Seokjin walked into the room, untying his apron carefully.

“I don’t know,” sighed Taehyung. “I’m not sure if this is what I want to do, but I don’t know what else I could possibly do. I’m not like you.”

“You don’t have to be like me, Taehyung,” sighed Seokjin.

Taehyung let out a humorless laugh. “Eomma and Appa sure are trying their damned best that I do become like you. At least, like you till you ran away.”

Seokjin snorted. “They’re tenacious, if nothing else.”

“Are you ever gonna come home?” asked Taehyung, looking up for the first time.

“No.”

This had never been an easy topic of discussion. Mr. and Mrs. Kim were owners of the largest financial consulting firm in Busan. They were well-liked in society and highly respected for their unusually ethical business practices. So it was a huge shock when their elder son - who had gotten an MBA and possessed all the qualities of heading a large company - had left home suddenly, leaving only a single note.

This is not the life for me. I have dreams of my own. I don’t think I can stay in touch. Please forgive me.

There were many tears shed, but recovery was quick as a new successor had to be found. Thus, the Kims’ younger son - the one who had lived a charmed and carefree life while his brother learned about business techniques and the history of the company - was suddenly thrust into the front line.

Naturally, when Taehyung had run into his brother a few miles outside of the metropolitan, running a cozy bakery, he had been less than thrilled. Ahreum still remembered the angry tears that had rolled down her friend’s usually cheerful face. Seokjin, on the other hand, looked so conflicted that Ahreum thought he might just combust on the spot. It had taken a few weeks, but the brothers had eventually reconciled. Taehyung had made a deal with his parents - he would attend all meetings and grooming lessons as long as he was allowed to live somewhere else. And that somewhere else happened to be Seokjin’s small, but tastefully done up, apartment.

Taehyung usually had 4 meetings in a week; all ending by 4 pm so that he could drive home before nightfall. The rest of the days, he was free to do whatever he pleased. This arrangement had worked well for almost 3 months, but Taehyung’s free-spirited nature could only hold out for so long. He had been reaching meetings late, forgetting to complete paperwork, and even sneaking out early if he could manage it. Seokjin had requested Ahreum to make sure his younger brother attended all his meetings because he was always managing the bakery at those times. Seokjin himself made sure that Taehyung didn’t forget to do any of the work that had been assigned to the younger boy during his meetings.

Today, however, Ahreum realised that her friend was at his breaking point. He had done everything in his power to avoid her so that he wouldn’t have to prepare for the meeting. Not just that, Seokjin-

“Why’d you let him hide here?” Ahreum turned towards the older Kim brother, her hands on her hips - a sure sign that her patience was running thin. “After the dozens of lectures you gave me about making sure he’s doing what he’s supposed to, you go ahead and help him play hooky? What the hell, Seokjin?”

Seokjin didn’t know how to explain to her that he felt guilty. Guilty that his younger brother was suffering like this, guilty that his parents were so desperate that they had decided to entrust the future of the company to a young boy who had missed his final university exam because he had found a stray puppy during his morning cycle rides (and had promptly decided to adopt it). But Seokjin couldn’t leave behind his dream - his resentment towards his family had been growing with each passing year, and the drastic move and change in communication had been a desperate attempt to stop himself from hating his family forever. Caught between doing right by his own self and by his parents and younger brother, Seokjin often questioned if any of this was worth it.

But rather than explain all this to his brother’s friend - who had pinned him with a rather glowering look - he did what he always did in difficult situations. He avoided answering directly and used humor to deflect everything.

“I was cleaning up your mess, unfortunately. I’m not the one who lost him during a fixed study session, Ahreum. You should be thanking me,” he grinned, dodging the pencil Ahreum threw at him. “But since I’m such a generous, handsome, charming, and talented individual, I’ll let it slide and pack two large boxes of pastries for you to take home. One for your friend and the other for Namjoon. No charge, it’s on the house.”

Ahreum rolled her eyes while Taehyung giggled at his brother’s speech.

“I’d better get 4 large iced teas along with the pastries,” she said, finally relenting. Seokjin winked at her and went back to the front of the store to get everything prepared.

“I’m sorry for ditching you,” Taehyung said softly, his black curls falling over his eyes. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Maybe we should try and figure out a different system. How many more of these meetings and lessons do you need to attend, anyway? Why don’t you ask your parents if you can reduce the number of meetings in a week?”

“I guess I could,” he replied, thoughtfully. “By the way, did you see Jimin on your way here?”

Ahreum shook her head. “Nope. Was I supposed to have?”

“No… it’s just that-” he checked his phone absentmindedly. “He hasn’t been answering any of my calls or texts since last night.”

“Since when does Park Jimin start his day before 3 pm?” scoffed Ahreum. “He’s probably hungover at some girl’s apartment.”

“Aw come on, Ahreum. He’s been so much better recently,” whined Taehyung. “And I’m not saying that just because he’s my best friend. He barely parties anymore - unless it’s a business appointment. He’s been helping his dad with the business as well. Unlike me, he actually goes to work 5 days a week.”

“Wow, let’s give him a medal for doing the bare minimum.”

Seokjin appeared at that moment, holding two bulging pastry boxes and a cup holder with 4 cups of iced tea.

“Tell Namjoon to drop by sometime, or that’s the last eclair he’ll be seeing!” he yelled as Ahreum strapped on her helmet and bade goodbye.

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Jeongguk sat at his desk, his mind straying to that night in November. He could clearly recall the murder - the young woman on the ground, blood leaking from the multiple stab wounds all over her abdomen. She lived on part-time jobs, her demeanour quiet and unassuming as recounted by the handful of employers who had managed to recall her face. It was not surprising that she did not have too many possessions of her own, her life neatly tucked away into a one-room storage on the ground floor of a run-down building. But it wasn’t all of this that kept distracting Jeongguk from almost everything in his life - it was the picture of a three year old girl, the only evidence of life in the entire room, smiling brightly at her mother. The mother who lay in a pool of her own blood, and the little girl who had been missing since that day.

“The ramen’s gone cold? Things must have really changed since I last saw you, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk turned around at the sound of a familiar voice, his eyes lighting up in surprise.

“Yoongi? What are you doing here?” he asked, getting up and hugging his friend. “Why aren’t you in Seoul, putting bigwigs behind bars?”

“Let’s get some lamb skewers. My treat.” Jeongguk grinned at the suggestion, the grisly murder and the missing girl temporarily forgotten.

20 minutes later, they were sitting at a hole in the wall diner that Jeongguk hadn’t been to since he had been promoted to Detective Inspector.

“Are you telling me that our own Min Yoongi is now a father? The same guy who instilled fear in the hearts of the juniors by narrowing his eyes at them?”

Yoongi laughed, his gummy smile appearing for the first time. “She’s almost 4 weeks old. Sometimes I’m not even sure if she’s real. But then Eunbi puts me on diaper duty and there’s no way that smell can’t be real.”

“Knew she was something special the day she called you out on your bullshit,” grinned Jeongguk. “The famous Min Eye Narrowing technique didn’t work on her.”

“Yeah, she told me to stop pulling all-nighters and get a new prescription from my eye doctor,” recalled Yoongi, adjusting his glasses. “Turns out the famous Min Eye Narrowing technique was just plain old myopia.”

“But enough about me,” he continued, once Jeongguk had stopped laughing. “Why was that ramen sitting out and getting cold?”

Normally, Jeongguk wouldn’t discuss the details of a case with anyone else. But Yoongi wasn’t just anyone - they had trained at the same police academy in Seoul and the older boy had quickly understood that 18 year old Jeongguk wasn’t a standoffish troublemaker; just extremely homesick. Even after Jeongguk had moved back to Busan, he and Yoongi still kept in touch with each other, no matter how sporadic.

Jeongguk sighed and explained the details of the November case. “I just can’t let it go. Where is that little girl? We haven’t found a body either - so there’s a chance she might still be alive. It’s just- I think I’m going crazy.”

“I understand,” said Yoongi, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “That pathetic partner of yours can’t be of much use either, I’m sure. Still don’t know how they promoted Song to Detective Inspector. I’ve always maintained that he’s one shot away from becoming an alcoholic.”

“Well you weren’t wrong,” said Jeongguk, with a resigned chuckle. “They relieved him of his duties a couple of months ago.”

“Oh? Who’s your new partner then?”

“Some annoying Captain America wannabe,” grumbled Jeongguk. It was a well-known fact that he was a huge Iron Man fan and had not appreciated the ending of Civil War. “Choi Yuri - she’s from Seoul.”

“Choi Yuri?!” asked Yoongi, his eyes widening comically. “Your new partner is Yuri??”

“You know her?” asked Jeongguk, frowning.

“Of course I know her! We worked together for almost 3 years!” exclaimed Yoongi. “Wait, why’d you call her a Captain America wannabe? You hate Steve Rogers.”

“I do not hate Steve Rogers. I hate Captain America. There’s a difference.”

“Still doesn’t explain why you don’t like Yuri.”

“She’s too by-the-book.” Jeongguk frowned, his fingers twirling the chopsticks absentmindedly. “Perfect first impression, perfectly friendly to everyone, perfectly punctual; Goh absolutely loves her. I’m sure she’ll get in the way of the investigation because of her need to follow procedure to the t.”

Yoongi frowned. “That... doesn’t sound like her. I mean, she’s definitely punctual but she’s never made a great first impression. She usually comes off as reserved, aloof - haughty even.”

“Maybe she’s changed,” shrugged Jeongguk, not particularly interested in the personality changes of his new partner.

“She has. I didn’t think that incident would have affected her like this. But…” Yoongi trailed off, staring at nothing in particular.

“What incident?”

“The reason she was transferred from Seoul. Hasn’t she told you?”

“No.”

“I don’t know if I should…” muttered Yoongi, his face reflecting his inner conflict. “But if knowing the truth makes it easier for you two to work together, then…”

Jeongguk frowned, wondering what exactly the big mystery was.

“We were investigating a homicide and it led us to a very high profile family in Seoul. It was quite clear that the eldest son was involved in the murder. I was Chief Inspector at that time, and we were getting a lot of pressure from above to wrap up the case without involving the family. But Yuri was determined to pursue the investigation. She had even rented an apartment closer to work so that she could devote more time to the case. One night, when she got back to her apartment, someone attacked her. It was quite brutal and she needed a couple of surgeries and two months of therapy after that. We eventually had to drop the case against the eldest son. Right after that, Yuri got her transfer letter. I didn’t know she had been transferred here, otherwise I would’ve told you about her. She’s a smart detective, Jeongguk. Just try and work with her. Maybe she needs some time to adjust to getting back to work after that entire fiasco.”

Jeongguk was stunned. He would never have thought Yuri had gone through something so traumatic if Yoongi hadn’t told him. Her outward demeanour hinted at nothing of the sort, and he felt a small bubble of guilt forming in his stomach.

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Yuri sat at her desk, going over the autopsy report for the twentieth time. There were no leads (other than a very uncooperative Park Jimin), no physical evidence, no concrete motive - things were looking increasingly hopeless. On top of that, she still had to contend with an asshole of a partner.

“Yuri?” Seulgi ran up to her desk, slightly out of breath. “Where’s Jeon?”

“Dunno,” she shrugged. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“I think we may have something.” Seulgi pulled up a chair and sat down beside her. “After the autopsy concluded that Eunwoo hit his head after being pushed, I wondered if there was a proper fight preceding that. So I examined his clothes and hands once again - to try and find any evidence of a scuffle. And I did. There was dried blood, not a lot, put enough for me to run a test on it. And you know what I found?”

“It wasn’t Eunwoo’s blood.”

“Exactly. Which means...?”

“It might be from the person who fought with and then shoved him to his death.”

“Unfortunately, the blood on the sleeve doesn’t belong to anyone in the system so I would need a sample to test it against.” Seulgi waved a hand in front of Yuri, trying to get her attention.

“Oh yeah… Sorry. Yeah, a blood sample. Our only suspect right now is Park Jimin. But we let him go yesterday because we didn’t have anything concrete to hold him.”

Seulgi frowned. “So what are you waiting for? Ask him to come in and provide a blood sample.”

“It’d be completely voluntary, though. He has every right to refuse,” said Yuri, closing her eyes in frustration. She had a feeling there was no way Park Jimin would cooperate with her now when he had blatantly refused to provide an alibi earlier.

“I know you’re new here, Yuri,” said Seulgi. “But Jimin’s an asshole. Everyone knows that. He’s evaded the law so many times because his father has the best lawyers on his payroll. That’s why he’s not in the system even though he deserves to be - he’s bought his way out multiple times.”

“You really don’t like him, do you?” asked Yuri, genuinely curious.

Seulgi’s body stiffened at the question and she stood up suddenly. “I’m just stating facts. I don’t know him personally.”

Yuri could see that she had touched a nerve. “I’ll try and get him to give a blood sample. How long would you need to run the test?”

“I can have it done the same day if I get the sample early enough.”

Yuri pocketed her phone and keys, swiping the half-empty bottle of water from her desk, and walked towards the exit. Her mind was thinking of how exactly she could convince Park Jimin to willingly provide a blood sample. Try as she might, she couldn’t shake off the wariness she felt around young sons of influential businessmen and politicians. She no longer knew what the right step forward should be in an investigation. Something that was instinctive and almost second-nature to her, had been robbed from her and she had no idea how to get it back. Her continuous second-guessing would eventually show in the investigation, and she had no doubt that Jeon would jump at the chance to expose her inadequacies. Once again, she felt alone and vulnerable; somehow trying to survive while her weaknesses were laid bare for anyone to pick at. She had never felt this powerless since graduating from the academy.

In her distracted state, Yuri almost ran into heavy incoming traffic. Almost. Fortunately, someone grabbed a hold of her and yanked her back by her elbow before she could become roadkill.

“Oh my god! Thank you so much! I-I wasn’t looking where I was-” she stopped short as she realized who had pulled her back to safety.

“Yoongi?!”

“Don’t sound so surprised. I’m not the one who was heading directly into peak traffic,” said Yoongi, rolling his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah I’m fine,” she said, still trying to process everything. “What are you doing here?”

Before Yoongi could reply, another voice spoke up.

“Why don’t you guys go ahead and catch up? The coffee shop across the street isn’t too bad. I need to attend to some paperwork anyway, so don’t worry about me. I’ll see you later, Yoongi.”

Yuri stared open-mouthed as Yoongi grinned and thanked Jeon for lunch.

“So, coffee?”

It had been a few months since Yuri had seen her friend and senior. He didn’t look too different, except for the bags under his eyes. Maybe he had become a little thinner as well.

“You didn’t tell me why you’re here,” said Yuri, once they had both gotten their orders.

“I came to pick up something for the little one,” said Yoongi, opening a packet of sugar and offering it to her.

“Shit. I totally forgot! The last time I saw you, Eunbi was approaching her due date! How is she? And how’s baby Min doing?”

Yoongi scrunched his nose at the last question. “Baby Min is a horrible way to address anyone. Let’s not do that. Eunbi’s fine, and so is the little one. We still haven’t decided on a name yet.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of a really beautiful name,” Yuri said, smiling softly. “There’s no need to rush.”

“How are you?”

Yoongi’s question was simple. But they both knew that the answer to it was anything but.

“I don’t know.” The frown on her face told Yoongi that a direct approach was not going to work.

“I heard that you haven’t been getting along well with your new partner,” he asked instead, suppressing a grin when her eyes lit up furiously.

“About that,” said Yuri, crossing her arms over her chest. “How do you know Jeon?”

“Jeongguk and I trained at the same academy. I was a couple of years ahead of him. But we have a mutual love of lamb skewers that helped us bond. He’s a good kid.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” muttered Yuri. “Didn’t think I’d ever doubt your character judgement abilities, Yoongi, but I’m gonna have to disagree with you on this one. Jeon’s an asshole. And he’s made things really difficult for me, even though it’s barely been three days since I started here.”

“I won’t lie,” chuckled Yoongi. “He didn’t have the best things to say about you either. But I think I know you both quite well. And I think you’ve both got bigger things weighing on you right now which have clouded your personalities. I’m not saying you should go ahead and become best buds right away. Just… keep an open mind.”

Yuri remained quiet, not sure how she felt about what Yoongi had just said. It annoyed her that her friend didn’t appear to be on her side completely.

“I can see that you aren’t liking what I’m saying and the annoyance has already started to show on your face,” said Yoongi with a twinkle in his eye. “So I’m just going to say one last thing on the issue. The 2nd November case that Jeongguk’s been overseeing - I want you to go over it. You might be able to help.”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea…”

“I know that you’re scared. Your fear is completely understandable. But that’s just a part of you - maybe a bigger part than you would like, but a part nonetheless. You didn’t choose this and you definitely didn’t want this. But it’s something that you are going to have to accept eventually. The scars that are formed unknowingly, unwantedly, mistakenly - they are all part of your constellation.”

It was strange. Yoongi hadn’t told her to overcome her fears - he hadn’t even asked her exactly what it was that she was afraid of. But his words had struck a chord somewhere.

When they parted outside the station a little later, Yuri stared at her friend while trying to decide what to tell him. In the end, she settled for something professional whose meaning was deeply personal to the two of them.

“I’m sorry they demoted you.”

xxx

hey everyone! hope you’re enjoying the story so far. feel free to drop a message/ask if you have any questions/thoughts on the story.

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lads i am having Thoughts about pre-alice jasper’s relationship with peter and charlotte.

for your consideration:

peter and charlotte come to find him when things are really Going To Shit(TM) down south, that's just canon. jas and maria are pitting the newborns against each other and making increasingly violent power moves and it really looks like one of them is going to be dead by the end of the year. and, well, if you ask anyone involved it's a real toss up as to who that's gonna be.

realistically tho, it's probably jasper. bc by this point he's just... tired. he doesn't necessarily mind all the fighting and killing, and he knows that he's very, very good at it, but, well... eighty years will wear anyone down

add on to that the fact that maria's been his only constant for so very long now? that he can't quite smother his affection for her in the way she can hers for him? well, it leaves him both at a tactical disadvantage and in an awkward mental place where he doesn't even know what he'd do without her. sure he could take up control of her army and lead it in full capacity, but the fact is that he's never had the same hunger, the same drive to keep taking more territory, more feeding grounds, more people that she does. it's part of the reason she likes him so much. he’s not a threat like nettie and lucy were because he doesn't really have an overabundance of ambition in that way, not like he did in life. he's always been content just to follow her lead.

he fights because it's all he knows, because she made him, and because as far as he's aware the rest of the world is doing exactly the same thing.

but then peter leaves. peter, who was something close to a friend, who was the first person he's met since he was turned who was jasper's more than he was maria's, runs off with some silly little newborn girl and jasper lets him. he could have stopped them, hell, should have stopped them. he should have hunted them down and ripped them both apart and all of them know it. but he didn’t. it's the first time he ever consciously goes against maria, and, well, it sets a precedent.

which is why things start to escalate (see above)

peter, for his part, isn’t really expecting all that much when he makes his way back south. it’s a stupid thing to do, borderline suicidal really, as charlotte is quick to tell him. just because jasper let them go once doesn’t mean he’ll do it again; he’s loyal to maria first and foremost everyone knows that. he won’t just leave her, no matter what peter tells him.

still, he’s saved peter’s life multiple times over years and in multiple ways too. having his back in a fight, putting him back together on the rare occasion a newborn managed to get the jump on him, convincing maria to keep him on for more than the usual year, and, most importantly, letting him and charlotte flee without a fight that night all those years ago. peter owes him.

besides, peter knows they were friends. or at least as close to being friends as jasper was capable of getting back when they met. that means something.

and, well, peter was terrified when he left, even if he hid it under his usual confidence and bravado. he was so certain that he and charlotte were heading out of one war zone and straight into another, one where they didn’t know the players or the playing field and were all on their own, without friends or allies (as shitty as they were) for the first time since they were human.

but that’s not what they found. instead they found peace and freedom and other vampires that were, if not friendly, at least usually willing to leave them alone if they showed them the same courtesy. it was amazing and it was thanks to jasper that peter got to live long enough to experience it. so it seems only right in his mind that the perfect way of repaying his friend would be to let him experience it too. he just has to convince he stubborn bastard that it’s actually worth trying for.

charlotte, let it be known, thinks it’s a terrible idea. she has no real attachment to jasper, not in the way peter does. to her he’s always been more monster than man, maria’s loyal lieutenant and the one who she knew from very early on was going to kill her when she outlived her usefulness to the cause. charlotte’s never been an idiot, not even in the haze of newborn bloodlust, and even if peter hadn't clued her in it wouldn’t have taken her long to figure out that after a certain point the newborns just stopped coming back. she was terrified of jasper back then, no matter how much peter insisted that he wasn't really a bad guy, just misguided, and that’s never quite gone away.

but.

but he let them leave, no matter how much he really probably shouldn’t have, and peter’s right in saying that means something. perhaps that peter’s friendship with him wasn’t quite as one sided as she’d first thought. she hopes that's the case, for peter's sake if nothing else. besides, she knows from the look in her man's eyes that he’s doing this with or without her. better her there to watch his back than no one at all.

so they go

still, charlotte prepares herself for disappointment. or rather, prepares herself to deal with peter's disappointment, and to get the hell out of dodge when this inevitably blows up in their faces

neither of them really expect jasper to come with them, and certainly not as easily as he actually does.

for him it's a way out, something he's been looking for for a while now, even if he didn't quite realise it until the opportunity was dropped in his lap. he's not sure if he believes peter when he tells him about the world outside of the southern territories, of how wonderful and free it is, he just knows that he wants to leave and that he doesn't want to have to kill maria to do it, not really. if this is his opportunity to do that he'll take it. it's not like he has any better ideas

peter is thrilled ofc. he has the love of his life, he has the friend he thought he'd never get to see again, and he has the whole world at his feet. in his mind things are really looking up. what he does not have, however, is the foresight to realise in his excitement that things maybe aren't quite as simple as he'd like them to be

the first time they take jasper out into a city (new york, because peter is eager to show off all of his new favourite places and this one’s near the top of the list) is a Disaster(TM). peter and charlotte aren't the cullens but they're still far more integrated into the human world than jasper has been since he was, well, alive

jas, despite his age, has little experience being around so many people, especially when the sole purpose of the outing isn't to nab one of them to chow down on. he also has little practice pretending to be alive for any period of time, constantly forgetting to breathe or hide his unnatural eyes, and he definitely isn't used to feeling so many emotions all at once. it's all very overwhelming for him. he barely lasts an hour before he snaps and kills a girl in an alley, which, y’know, isn’t really a great start.

and beyond that, the group dynamic is just awkward at first. peter likes jasper and he clearly cares about him, but forging a bond of blood and brotherhood on an open battlefield is very different to actually living together. they know each other rather well but they don't actually know a lot about each other.

jasper, for one, didn't know that peter was an irritating little bastard with a bad habit of up and leaving in the middle of the because he got a feeling or something equally ridiculous, and then returning at complete random anything from days to hours later without so much as a by your leave. the first time it happens jas, respectfully, freaks the fuck out (though he’d rather die than admit it), utterly convinced that the idiot’s gone and gotten himself fucking murdered or something. it leads to quite the beat-down when peter finally returns, though the younger vampire takes it in stride. he’s just too happy that jasper is finally showing more emotion than blank face stoicism to be all that upset by it, honestly, especially since he’s had way worse in the past -- and from jasper himself even.

charlotte, on the other hand, sits somewhere on the other side of the spectrum in that she’s still clearly afraid of jasper. oh, she's rather good at hiding it and she's nice enough to him all told, but there's really no way of keeping these things from an empath. weirdly, jasper finds it kind of comforting. it's something he's used to, a sign the world hasn't completely turned on his head. in a way it’s as familiar as peter’s steady companionship; it shows him that the status quo he was defined by for nearly a century still exists, in some form at least, and that does a lot to keep him grounded for the first few years, difficult as they are

things start to get better over time

jasper gets used to moving among humans and to not having to constantly look over his shoulder for the next attack. hell, he even starts to get used to having time to himself. it’s a strange and freeing thing and he doesn’t know quite what to do with it at first, not until charlotte suggests picking up a hobby.

he takes an interest in history, reading about everything from aztec burial rites to the napoleonic wars in a way that he’d never had the opportunity to do before, both as a human and as a soldier in maria’s army. peter hears about this and starts adding museums and galleries to their travel itinerary because he’s a good bro really, even if jasper refuses to admit it. it’s some of the best days of jasper life actually, just the three of them roaming america and experiencing the things and places that they never got to when they were young

he and peter reestablish their old common ground over time. they learn how to exist together outside of all the fighting and bloodshed and find that they genuinely do like each other. peter is cheerful and brash, impulsive but loyal, and determined to make sure that they all live their lives to the fullest. if that means instigating stupid bets and competitions and dragging jasper into more petty wrestling matches than he knows what to do with then so be it. it makes jasper happy, he knows, to be treated like a person and not a just a weapon, and he likes it when jasper is happy. if anyone deserves to be it’s him

honestly it’s part of why jasper later comes to like emmett so much: he reminds him a lot of peter

charlotte too softens towards him over time. they’re quite similar people at their core really; scholarly and reticent and quick-witted. it helps too, that jasper quickly (if somewhat unwittingly) made clear just how much he cared for and worried about peter upon joining the group with that little freak out over that first disappearing act. that alone was enough to earn him the benefit of the doubt in her mind

she’s also encouraging of jasper’s interest in history and literature and whatever else in a way that no one else has ever been in his life, more than willing to sit and discuss them with him for hours on end while peter pouts and stomps and tells them how boring they are. for jasper, whose passions have always had to fall to the wayside in favour of practicality, it means a lot more than he’s capable of saying

their friendship is quieter and more subdued than the one he shares with peter, but no less valuable for it. they’re more prone to sitting quietly together than going on grand adventures, but companionable silence is something they’ve both grown to appreciate. and, well, if it ever grows tiring well peter is always available to be a subject of lighthearted mockery

the years they spend together are honestly the first time jasper can remember even getting close to being truly happy, even of the act of eating humans is prone to throwing him into deep depressions, and that really does mean a lot to him

family is a tricky concept for vampires but he’s more than happy to consider them his. if this is what eternity looks like, he decides it isn’t so bad

and then he wanders into a diner in philly and meets the love of his life and finally experiences true joy but, well, that isn't for a few years yet

#look my thirst for solo jasper content is unquenchable #and by god if smeyer won't write it then i will #twilight #jasper hale #peter #charlotte #maria #shut up a

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velmia-warins-blog · 4 years

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Ooh, can you tell us more about RO? 👀👀 (and if that ok if we ask ro's reaction ask? 😀)

Yeah, I’ll tell you a bit more. Also, of course you can ask RO reaction asks. It would make me very happy to get them.

Alex: He is an individual of organization and order in general. This often entails taking up a leadership position which he has been used to doing most of his life, and he does take up a leadership role among the dorm upholding it unless the MC asserts themself more so. In most free time he is reading a book, often enjoying Drama as a genre given social dynamics to him are more entertaining to learn as they’re much more chaotic and unpredictable compared to learning logical and structured subjects. Though some Mysteries have continued to evade him, he considers the Mystery Novel ‘Unlike Sicily’ his greatest bane given how he couldn’t figure out the solution to the mystery until it was revealed at the end of the story. Friends often comment hearing him talk can be entertaining given the depth of his thoughts and passion for everything he has learned. Other hobbies of his are Tabletop RPG’s, computer programming, and Astronomy.

Eliza: She can build pretty much anything if given the right materials, and she has made a lot of friends by building various complex machinery. Mostly computers but she can also do televisions, phones, video game consoles, and in one case even a car. Her passion is everything when it comes to Engineering, and she is looking forward to how anything she can plan to build will be possible for her to do just that with the use of magic. She also tends to be very popular on her own in a social sense, she is earnest, sincere, kind, understanding, and believes everyone has a great depth to them that can be discovered if given enough patience and space to open up to others. Although she believes most people are good and can be healed thus redeeming them from past mistakes, Eliza holds a strong value in the Moral Line. The idea that an individual who crosses crimes like murder is to be viewed as evil for life. Hobbies of hers also include video games, archery, and watching soap operas.

Hussein: He grew up in less fortunate circumstances in comparison to many other of his classmates, and definitely less kind ones to him than the rest of his dorm mates. Hussein has never known his birth parents and was a foster child passed on through several neglectful/abusive homes up until the age of eleven. At that point, he was adopted by one of the Child Protector Service agents and her wife where he lived with four other boys. Two older and two younger he came to consider his brothers. From then on his life was much more supportive and stable, however, his upbringing still made him very cynical to the world at large and especially the crueler group of nobles who entertained themselves by picking on the poorer populace. He can be very defensive, of himself and close friends so he has learned to fight and maintain his body through a lot of physical activity. Hobbies of his include scrapbooking, knife throwing, and baking.

Ramona: She is a complete ball of energy and creativity. Everything related to the arts and using the imagination she has a passion for. She writes, paints, draws, designs clothes, sings, dances. She has done everything to be able to proclaim herself the embodiment of the practitioner of everything considered an art. She is considered the colorful child among a family who is mild-mannered and mundane especially her parents. Her father being an accountant and her mother being a technical writer. Although she’s never been shamed or looked down upon because of her interests, it’s been hard for her to feel truly appreciated due to a household that never cared much for the vibrant and creative things in life. A bit more understandable as they have been mages who prefer the practical side of magic. Instead, she gains inspiration among friends and the expansive eternity that is the cycle of life and death. Her most prominent hobbies are poetry, painting, and clothing design.

Ilsa: The student escort of the MC and first second-year student met at the Academy. She is the ideal of a model student at the Nellis Noble Academy. Very passionate about everything magical, and she does her best to learn about every single field. Though what she excels at are Arcane magic and Wind magic most especially. She likes to consider herself a peacemaker in everything she does, though she can definitely be very forceful when it comes to this goal. Being even more overbearing and authoritarian than Alex himself. Yet this strong will and need to maintain order has made her leader of her dorm. When it comes to her softer side she is more of a guide and a nurturer, someone who wants to see everyone achieve their true potential and reach their goals no matter how impossible they may be. Given her much looser moral code even if someone wants to rule the world or become the next lich to destroy all life she will encourage anyone with the will and hunger for power to do it. Her hobbies include dancing, playing any game related to strategy, chess, and the video game series ‘Elemental Banner’.

(The following are the other RO’s the MC has yet to meet at the academy. Ilsa’s dorm mates.)

Sifer: Ilsa’s second and command, it is best to refer to Sifer as they given they are non-binary. Sifer covers Ilsa in a more measured and logical manner whenever she becomes much more intense in her behavior. They are quite measured, logical, but pragmatic to the point it can be considered concerning. Despite holding humanity to be a high value, it only goes so high as when they deem something to be much higher value than the life of a person can be considered worth sacrificing in their mind. On the surface, they appear to be very stoic and reserved when it comes to their emotions. However, if looked closely at the eye all their emotions can be seen. Their eyes are intense when angry, bright when happy, flow with tears when sad. Very few people know why, but when they feel understood by someone else they feel confident about opening up about everything. Their hobbies include studying philosophy, gardening, and creating historically accurate dioramas.

Martin: The biggest defending champion of flirting and charming his classmates at the Academy. Whether they be male, female, or identify outside of those usual pronouns, anyone attracted to guys he considers a chance to charm his way into their lives. Rumors vary on whether he has succeeded in sleeping with the rest of his dorm mates. Though the truth of the matter is that he managed to make out with Lucas once and the rest of the dorm is mildly amused by how casual they are about the whole matter while just being friends by that point. Managing to get to know him past the first date reveals the more sincere side to him, someone who would prefer a more serious relationship but in his past struggles to make friends desires the popularity of being a flirt in the meantime. Though it takes just as much effort to get him to lower the persona of a heartbreaker and create something more sincere when it’s just a friendship. His hobbies include pottery, animal raising, and playing guitar.

Kelsie: A very standoffish woman who presents herself with a very dark and aggressive personality. Most people consider her to be a bad girl, a reputation she would like to uphold especially as her dorm mates have taken to teasing her by trying to attest to something very different. She desperately wants to be proficient in death magic and crush her natural talent in life magic. Ironically sabotaging her own goal by not understanding the complimenting elements of life magic that death is so intrinsically connected to. Her anti-social behavior makes her difficult to approach. Being fowl mouthed, reflexively aggressive to people of a soft or weak disposition, picking fights, making casual death threats that vary to the extreme and make it difficult to tell how serious she is. Only her dorm mates really know what’s behind her persona of the adoration of death and general violence. So they are definitely looking out for someone who could come into her life and handle the rage she has for the world. Her hobbies include heavy metal, casting summoning rituals in attempts to summon demons and sword fighting.

Lucas: The most chill guy one could ever meet in their life. He is almost comedically calm in just about any situation imaginable. Demons have been summoned into the dorm and everyone needs to work together to banish them? Cool, does he need to look over the banishing ritual? The mysterious interdimensional portal is now in the kitchen? Eh, nothing has come out yet so he’ll take the extra five minutes of sleep. He likes to advise others to take the time to slow down and appreciate the small things in life. Relax, not fret over the big picture and take the worries over life down a few notches. He likes to roll with the punches, and when good things in life come then he likes to stop. Focus on those single moments in time and make them the longest memories that will truly count. It takes extraordinary circumstances that make him worry, freak out, and especially for something to come up that will make him afraid. His hobbies include swimming, fishing, and meditating.

#nellis noble magical academy #ask #anonymous #ro #character info #lore

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natsspammityspamspamham · 4 years

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Dino Watches Anime (Jan 13)

With the snow outside and cancellations everywhere, I have more time to kick back, relax, and not do anything. Seriously, playing out in the snow and being an absolute bum is my specialty.

Dropped

Darwin's Game

It just seemed like Mirai Nikki but updated to smartphones instead of flip phones and with a new interface and system. Seriously, it’s like someone watched Mirai Nikki and went “I can remake this and rake in the money”. The animation wasn’t good (according to our local sakuga geek, there were less than 10 animators who worked on the 40 min premiere because of the inhumane conditions of the studio which adds to the yikes), the soundtrack was great (but I won’t watch a show just for the soundtrack/seiyuu cast), and overall, I felt like I didn’t want to put myself through a show like this.

Uta no Prince-sama

I couldn’t do it fam. I watched two episodes and nearly cried on the inside because it felt like Kiniro no Corda but with a new bland face with new bland characters. I never watched either of these fully. I tried to watch just for the seiyuu (*ahem* Miyuki Sawashiro), but imagine having your life hobbies made into an absolute joke by a character who can’t even read music and is in the composition department while her main song of choice is “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” and the ikemen around her and swooning over it and writing their own songs for her. The guys all have the same faces too! They’re triangle heads that can only be differentiated by colour palette. I’m telling the difference based on voices at this point. I don’t want the ikemen, but I would like people to be into my music too ya know! You may think that I’m dropping this anime purely out of spite for the story and characters, and you’re damn right I am.

Seasonal Stuff

Pet

This is this close to being dropped, and I don’t mean for the strong BL vibes. It’s a little cringy but not that bad (I’ve watched a lot of cringe straight romance and to me it’s all the same). It just feels so poorly constructed right now. The universe just hangs by a thread with characters I feel ABSOLUTELY NOTHING for. Everything in this anime feels so cheap. I’m giving this one more week before I give it the axe.

Rikei ga Koi ni Ochita no de Shoumei shitemita

Okay, this anime is stupid, but we all went in knowing it was going to be very stupid. You’ve seen the screencaps. You’ve seen the cliches. Now get ready to have a pretentious science spin on it as if you haven’t seen these scenes a million times before elsewhere, and the characters (at least one of them) know it. The art... it’s present. I mean, character designs are giving the guys of Reddit what they want (especially with Sora Amamiya being really popular and singing the OP along with voicing the main character). Yuuma Uchida is also there. Nothing really worth noting here except “stay in school kids so you can become a pretentious science kid with no people skills!”

Dorohedoro

I might just watch this anime in place of “Pet” because this anime has a much brighter outlook and despite being CG genuinely looks better anyway. It’s the horror that I wanted to fill the void with (since Pet genuinely isn’t scary or innovative). Everything was pretty good with the first episode! I’m looking forward to seeing more!

From here on out, the rest of the seasonal list are the ones I look forward to the most! Get that head lizardman!

Runway de Waratte

At first, this doesn’t seem like something that would come out of Shonen Weekly, but it inspires a good message about being who you want to be even with limitations if front of you. You have a girl too short to be considered a model and a guy who designs fashion without having the money to pursue it further. I know nothing about style, but I do know things about being short! Maybe that’s why I have such a soft spot for it...

ID:Invaded

This anime gets more interesting as we go along. I’m all into murder mysteries and things like that, and with the sci-fi mixed it, I checked to make sure I was up-to-date with this one. Each episode gives a new mystery with more details outline our jaded and imprisoned detective’s motives and backstory. I wasn’t sold on the character designs at first, but once you get over that hurdle, it’s all good. I like the psychological aspects of it too!

Kyokou Suiri

Ever wish you had a female protagonist who was upfront about her romantic motives? Ever wanted to watch a show involving youkai? Here’s the show for you! Plus, her character design is so cute. Mamo sang the ED for this anime too. The animation is great, the story looks amazing (read ahead a few chapters in the manga), and this is one of my most highest anticipated anime for the season!

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun

Here’s one of my favourite pilot episodes! This anime left such a strong impression on me that I went straight to my non-otaku friends going, “You’ve gotta see this guys”. The art style is consistent with the manga, and according to the not-so-quiet manga readers, we’re in for a really good anime.

All the characters in this anime are also adorable and really simple-minded on the surface. Hanako-kun being a boy is a really funny twist on the local urban legend (I’m one of those kids who never dared to say “Bloody Mary” in the washroom so what can I say?)

Recently Completed

Hana to Alice: Satsujin Jiken

Remember Aku no Hana? This is what happens when rotoscoping has a bit more budget. This anime was slow, a little cringy, but it felt really real. The voices felt real, the characters felt real, and the story felt... mostly real. I don’t regret watching this movie art style and all because I think it captures a bit of the exaggerations of being a teenager (rumours blow up like balloons)

Sennen Joyuu

Satoshi Kon really has a certain way of telling stories. I’ve watched Perfect Blue, Paranoia Agent, and Tokyo Godfathers, and while this didn’t have as strong of a punch as the latter, this film was still strong. It shows a story of a young maiden’s resilience, perseverance, and undying love... all things I can’t relate to... but it was good!

Sakurasou no Pet na Kanojo

This show was a trip. You thought it was a fanservice anime until things got really heavy. This anime was funny, it made me feel things with the themes it took on, and it made me remember that the best girl doesn’t always have to win to be a good anime. The art was cute and sweet, the voice acting was so fricking funny (according to the cast, the improv wasn’t always included but the ones that were left along with the dialogue were pure gold), and the story was exceptional for an anime which seemed to have no base whatsoever. And plus, this had something a lot of anime don’t... A CONCLUSIVE ENDING. Give this anime a watch if you haven’t. It’s melodramatic comedic romantic teen drama at its finest.

Orange

Speaking of melodramatic romantic teen dramas, here’s another one that fits that bill! Minus the comedy, more suicide, and far less cohesive plot. Imagine throwing letters into the Bermuda Triangle and having your 16-year-old selves really reading those letters. I was wondering how they were going to explain sending their letters to the past, but they should’ve come up with better BS than that. Aside from really bad plot holes, this anime was alright. It was slow... really slow. I finished this whole 13 episodes plus the movie in about 2.5 hours after trimming the slow recaps.

The art was alright. The story was slow, but near the end (excluding the last episode and the movie) it got really heavy. It hit close to home. I struggled with suicide for years, and I felt what this character felt. Certain lines of that dialogue just hit hard. It was depicted in a way that didn’t feel as romanticized. He wasn’t saved by just one person, his trauma didn’t go away just like that, it took a group of friends and planning to help him realize that there was more to life then just regrets.

Would I recommend this? I mean, it was recommended to me, but I’m not forcing this anime on anyone... not because of the themes but because it was darn boring and cliche 70% of the time.

Still Watching

Darker than Black: Kuro no Keiyakusha

Same things apply as previous entries

Hunter x Hunter (2011)

My brother expected me to finish this a while ago but I put it on the back-burner because the number of episodes seemed daunting. Everything else is good though.

Sousei no Onmyouji

I only watched the first episode.

Boku no Hero Academia Season Four

Same things apply as previous entries. It seems like the Overhaul arc will end in the next episode or two (depending on how much they milk this).

Re:Zero kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

Groundhog Day but isekai. Seriously, this is a pretty big staple in terms of big isekai. Everyone’s fighting over who’s the best girl meanwhile Subaru is trying his best not to die every five minutes. Seriously, Subaru is a champ and what I’d want out of a Mary Sue isekai protagonist. Get em Subaru. Prove to me you’re not a car.

This will be me for the next few days because it’s getting colder where I am so watch me slip on the ice and die!

#dino watches anime

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━ ☾ ✧･ﾟ “ he was full of light, in whom is no darkness at all”

ʻ / let me introduce you to a prized member of our environmental club , FAZIL IMANI . this CISMALE CANCER has been a student at our institution for 4 MONTHS and is currently a 21 year old JUNIOR. through the halls , he/him has/have always reminded me of aria shahghasemi , but there is always more than meets the eye , like the fact that he sells his dad’s pharmaceuticals to fund his own drug addiction . coral cape has made their future just as bright as their smile , i assure you . ʼ ( muse 15 , aubrie , 19, pst, she/her )

↪ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 𝕗𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕫𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚

BASICS:

nicknames: fazi

pronouns: he/him

age & dob: july 14, 1998 ( 21 )

origin: carnegie hill, new york

nationality: american

ethnicity: iranian

fluent in: english, persian & a bit of arabic

occupation: drug dealer freelance artist

height: 5′11

sexual orientation: ???

major: biology & art

clubs: environmental club

↪ *:✧ background

trigger warning ! drugs, drug abuse, car accident, death

IMANI PHARMACEUTICALS �� a name you MIGHT recognize from the side of your zoloft bottle. from benzodiazepines to amphetamines, they specialized in at all -- A GREAT EMPIRE, built off of other’s sorrows and fazil was happily perched next to the throne. a family portrait, four heads adorning a thin-lipped line -- not a smile in sight. and just by glance, you could tell the family meant business. a serious group, all doctors, all their own achievements; a glistening image of PERFECTION, if not for the taint they liked to call FAZIL.

he didn’t mean to be a fuck-up, but alas, his body was completed with error and corrupted by bad decisions. THE FIRST BEING ━ his art. an adorable skill, at first. though, like a flower, it started to blossom into more than a childish hobby, and that was when they tried to uproot it from the ground. oh, how his family DESPISED his art ; oh, how fazil despised his FAMILY -- it was a mutual passage of hate. really, painting was the only thing he had ever felt ambition for, otherwise a foreign feeling to the sullied son. he could care less about doctorate programs, but it was the path he was set on since birth -- a forced burden he could NEVER get rid of.

he lived to reject everything his family represented; the happy-go-lucky, irresponsible, reckless boy mirrored the solemn and dignified imani clan. taking to extremes to separate himself from those around him, he dived head first into the deep end. he began to get involved with drugs -- and lots of them. cocaine, xanax, morphine, you name it ━ all were party favors in the new york night life, those in which he was more than eager to dabble in. the feelings of euphoria that would shine down on him where storm clouds once reigned, the wide smile that would stretch across his face, and the body, that almost felt weightless. the highs they produced were those of which he could not experience on his own, and like a foolish wanderer, he followed them down a rabbit hole -- their effects so tantalizing even fazil could not resist. OF COURSE ━ he could stop if he wanted, but what happens when the bleary-eyed teen refuses himself paradise? shivers, aches, pain so sickening it would spew from his mouth. no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it, he couldn’t stay away. it held him in a choke-hold, ever-so slowly draining his life.

the result of making an already irresponsible boy forget the bounds of consequence? a totaled ferrari and a DEATH-- no, no, no, fazil wasn’t prepared for that. an unforeseen causality in the war with his family. god -- his family, how ENRAGED they were, his father noting that he had wished it was fazil that was the one lying lifeless on the ground. a plan had to be put into place, NOTHING could ruin this family’s image; not fazil, and definitely not a murder. a cover up was devised, could you be surprised? the imani’s were saturated with money, and with money, bought ignorance. and to save face, he was booted out to live with his brother in maine, and made to attend CAPE CORAL. nasty habits die hard though, and fazil’s fought back, refusing to lie dormant. no way could he be sober now, but how do you maintain your ever-growing addiction? WELL ━ it’s crazy what a last name and a forged signature can get you.

↪ *:✧ personality

on the outside fazil presents himself to be this happy-go-lucky, fun-loving guy. which, to an extent, he is. however especially since the accident he festers a LOT of shame, embarrassment, and remorse. he is so full of regret and it really does haunt him on how things went down.

as said, he has a lot of shame. not only for the accident, but also his addiction and how bad it is. he would absolutely hate anyone finding out about either of those, and would probably get really aggro with whoever did. especially if said person tried to take his drugs away or something of that nature?? would not be a happy camper.

speaking of, he cannot go without his drugs, and will literally do anything to obtain a high.

while he tries to reject his family, it does hurt him that he cannot appease them, insecure about the fact he really doesn’t live up to the family name.

on a happier note -- loves, loves, LOVES painting. really is one of the only positive things in his life, will gush on about it for days. if he shows you his art, he’d lowkey be so anxious for approval ( though he wouldn’t admit it ).

plant dad™ loves plants and the earth. if he sees you liter he WILL pummel you.

total flirt, has commitment issues and doesn’t realize it. kind of a fuck-boy but isn’t so brazen about...which is kind of worse?

in general, he’s a pretty laid back guy, doesn’t care too much about status. but really what you see is what you get, he will not let anyone past the front he puts on!

↪ *:✧ wanted connections

i want to say, first off, i am REALLY up for anything. pls feel free to throw any ideas my way i am sure we can work something out <3

best friend !! : someone that he just connects with more than everyone!! while he wouldn’t disclose much about his past, he’d probably let them in on more than he does with everyone else. and i mean lets be honest...there will be a point they find something out. imagine the angst....

someone he fools around with : i mean...im sorry he really is a fuckboy. he doesn’t mean to be though!! i think it’d be interesting to have someone he has a strong flirtationship with or something a little more ifyaknowwhatimsayin. i think it’d be cool for it eventually reach an unrequited love type of thing..whether that’s on his part or your muse. unless you just wanna keep it like they both kinda know what it is..and they’re both okay with leaving it like that. really up for whatever!

frenemies : yOU ALREADY KNOW!! the banter!!! the bickering!!! the annoying the hell out of each other!!! I WANT IT ALL

deep romantic connection : aka someone that really makes him tap into his feelings/emotions. really tests him as a person, and forces him to just really care?? this would be a slow burn thing but again....imagine the angst....

someone who knows/finds out about his secrets : this can tie into plots and doesn’t have to be just it’s own standalone ( if that makes sense ). but i think i’d really like someone just eventually figuring it out and kinda being like fazi ??? what are you doing ?? now this can come at an angle of concern OR maybe your character finds out somehow and hangs it over his head. I would also like to note that fazi came into the school randomly, showed up in the middle of the school year like nothing, and when asked about it he has a bullshit excuse. so mayhaps someone tries to really look into it and pesters him about it. and it makes him turn into the panic emoji

customer : someone he sells drugs to, which btw! would only be over the counter meds his father makes !! the harder drugs he buys himself for his own collection

anyhoot, that’s all i could think of rn but i’m sure i’ll add more in the future! and like i said, i am open to ANYTHING. please please hmu <3

#this was way too long i am sorry ;-;#about.#capecoral:intro #drug tw #drug abuse tw #death tw

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everlarkbirthdaygifts · 5 years

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Happy Birthday, booksrockmyface!

Today, we wish a Happy Belated Birthday to EBG’s own @booksrockmyface! We hope you had a wonderful day back on April 28th, and got all the presents you wished for! To bring the party back, the lovely @dirtycomputeme has written a story just for you!

A/N: I’m really sorry this is so late, I hope the length makes up for it! I based this off the song Sucker by the Jonas Brothers (from the prompt), but also the music video, which was filmed at the Hatfield House, a.k.a. the mansion that the movie The Favourite was made in. I’m also taking some liberties with the personal lives of the Jonas Brothers, so please no one base this in any sort of reality!

As soon as Peeta stepped into the mansion where the Mellark Brothers would be shooting their latest music video, he already felt overwhelmed. The expansive latticed windows, the high ceilings, and sparkling linoleum floors all caught Peeta’s artist eye as he was shepherded through the massive hallways. Peeta had watched an indie film on the plane ride to London that had also filmed at this location, and it seemed that the Hatfield House estate was even more intimidatingly glamorous in person.

“Okay, boys! Here you are! We are getting the first shot set up so just sit tight!” Their handler Effie’s incessant squawking interrupted Peeta’s ruminations. Rye and Bran rolled their eyes as usual, but Peeta tried to force a smile; as the youngest, he was often the peacemaker of the trio: first at home, and now in his professional life, since the brothers’ small town garage band had surprisingly gotten signed by Capitol Records ten years ago.

Since the trio's meteoric rise to teen boyband stardom, the brothers had each suffered various highs and lows in the spotlight, but recently their careers and personal lives had been slowing down. It started when they decided to pursue solo careers and end the Mellark Brothers, but it also had to do with all of them growing up, at least a little. Even the once-notorious party boys Bran and Rye had both finally settled down—their wives had both flown in to pose as love interests in their first music video as the Mellark Brothers in five years. But Peeta had no significant other, so his friend and Instagram model Cashmere had volunteered for the job.

Amidst the chaos of the production crew, Bran and Rye marched across the room to embrace their wives: Delly and Johanna, respectively. Peeta smiled at his brothers embracing their wives; it was if they had been separated for several years instead of several hours. He felt another pang of loneliness, one that was becoming all too common in the constant presence of the two happy couples. While he had met some lovely famous women through the years, he was a small town boy at heart and missed the authenticity of the regular girls from back home. In fact, Bran had even married his high school sweetheart Delly for the same reason. Peeta saw his brothers get their happily ever afters, and wanted one for himself.

He was startled from his self-pitying reverie by a rough jostle to the elbow of his black blazer. A quiet gasp and a “sorry” turned his head to face a slight brunette struggling to hold a giant plastic tub of lavalier mics.

“That’s okay,” Peeta smiled, trying to put the overwhelmed girl at ease.

He reached out to help her hold the tub, but the girl scowled and barked out: “I got it.”

Peeta was shocked by the hostility in her tone, since most people treated him like a god, and she seemed shocked by it too. They spent an awkward moment eying each other, before the crusty music video director Haymitch yelled out: “Katniss! Get your butt over here and stop flirting with the talent.”

The girl ran off, looking murderous in her fury, and Peeta watched her go with regret.

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Peeta tried to make eye contact with Katniss throughout the morning, but since she appeared to be Haymitch’s PA, she was never not in motion and not completing about thirty tasks at once. So he had to content himself with noticing everything about her instead: the way she tugged on her braid with her pen when she was thinking, the way she managed to calm Haymitch down when no one else could, and the way she would stop what she was doing to talk to every boom operator and makeup artist if they looked like they needed help. She seemed to be as beautiful inside as she was on the outside, even in the most battered combat boots and military jacket Peeta had ever seen. Haymitch and his brothers had to keep snapping him out of his daydreams and observations—and Cashmere didn’t seem to relish his attention being on someone else besides her.

During the lunch break outside, Peeta saw Katniss venture towards a nearby apple tree by herself, and finally he saw his opening. He had been waiting all day to hear Katniss’ musical voice again, and every time he had to stare into Cashmere’s blue eyes and sing: I’m a sucker for you, he wished he was singing into Katniss’s silver orbs instead.

It seemed like every shot the set pieces and costumes got more elaborate, and the less time Katniss spent returning his glances (but he knew she had returned a few). Now, Peeta tugged at the tight collar of his black turtleneck and decided to give it a shot. Haymitch said the shoot might even finish in one day, thanks to Katniss and the crew’s diligent work, so Peeta knew he didn’t have a lot of time left to waste.

Once he reached the apple tree, Katniss seemed to be lost in thought and examining the bark closely.

“Hi,” Peeta said simply, and she startled and jumped around.

She frowned: “Oh..hi. Sorry, I didn’t hear you coming.”

This seemed to trouble Katniss further, and she added: “And I��m sorry about this morning. I just didn’t want anyone to think I was bothering you, or that I needed someone to help me do my job.” She looked down at her feet. “Haymitch already gives me enough grief as it is.”

“I understand.” Peeta said simply, floored at the response he was getting. He could already tell Katniss wasn’t the type to speak too much, especially to a total stranger and a celebrity no less. “It seems like it must be tough to be women in this industry.”

“Yeah. It is.” Katniss suddenly seemed to remember who she was talking to. “So..um…are we cool?” She smiled timidly.

“On one condition.”

Katniss looked confused, but Peeta smiled. “What’s your favorite color?”

Katniss’s eyebrow twitched: “What?”

“That’s my deal. In order for me to forgive your rudeness, you must volunteer some vital personal information to me.” Peeta made sure to exaggerate his facial expressions so she knew he was joking. He learned that people often assumed celebrities like himself were spoiled brats, and it was important to seem as normal as possible.

Katniss seemed to be fighting a smile. “It’s green,” she mumbled softly, “like this.” She gestured at the dark green leaves on the tree.

“Beautiful.” Peeta said, not really talking about the color…but Katniss seemed to pick up on that.

“What’s yours?” She said, looking away to hide what looked like a faint blush. “Seems only fair.”

“Orange, like the sunset. It was the first thing I ever painted, actually.” Peeta smiled, wistfully reminiscing on the hobby of his youth.

“You paint?” Katniss seemed genuinely shocked to hear this.

“Yes, I actually applied to art school. But when our band got signed, it all kind of fell to the wayside.” Peeta knew it was hard to complain about his new life in wealth and privilege, but part of him still wished he was just that kid just painting the sunset outside his bedroom window.

Katniss’s face finally opened up; he couldn’t read the emotions crossing her face. “You should paint again. Really.” When Peeta looked unconvinced, Katniss sighed. “When I was younger, I used to hunt in the woods with my dad. Now that he’s gone, I would do anything to do it again, but I can’t.”

She didn’t seem comfortable elaborating further, but Peeta felt the weight of her confession.“How about this? If I start painting, you have to go hunting.” Peeta offered this playfully, but he secretly hoped she wanted to stay in touch after today. The hours on set together and their thirty minutes of conversation had sealed the deal—he officially had a crush.

“Well..okay.” Katniss looked uncertain, but Peeta knew he would surprise her and assuage her fears in time.

“Okay.” And they both shared another shy glance and smile; this time without any interruptions.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #everlarkbirthdaydrabbles #everlarkbirthdaygifts #fan fic #by dirtycomputeme

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PROFILE ; KRISTOPH GAVIN.

GENERAL.

full name. kristoph gavin. pronunciation. kris-toff gah-vin. nicknames. the coolest defense in the west. the coolest killer in the west. kris. ( caution on this one : if you call him this and your name isn’t klavier gavin, he’ll go above & beyond to make you miserable. he’ll tolerate it from his brother, but no one else ) . height. 6′1″-6′2″. age. 32 years old ( in canon ; age is verse dependent. ) . zodiac. capricorn. languages. german ( mother tongue ) ; english ( learned pretty much concurrently with german, and so he’s about equally fluent ) ; japanese ( passable. living in aa-universe california necessitates knowing at least a little ) .

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour. platinum blonde. eye colour. grey-blue. skin tone. pale, freckles easily. body type. lean. he’s tall & broad-shouldered enough to be intimidating if he’s trying, but outside of that, he’s not very physically imposing. he is, apparently, strong enough to kill a man with a wine bottle in one hit, though, so i guess he has to have something of a swing. accent. pleasantly transatlantic, tinging on somewhat british. it’s how he learned english, and while he could have easily adopted an american accent after living in california for such a long time, he insists on ‘ speaking properly. ’ ( he’s pretentious. ) he usually does not speak with a noticeable german accent -- but when stressed, upset, angry, frustrated, flustered, or otherwise not as in-control of his emotions as he usually is, the accent will slip out. he despises this. dominant hand. right hand. posture. confident, almost regal. shoulders back, hands clasped behind his back or arms crossed in front of him, chin up, looking down his glasses at you. there may be no crown on his head, but that won’t stop him from holding himself like he’s a king. scars. one, along the back of his right hand. can, in the right light, take on the appearance of a rather horrid face when he twitches his hand. despite its peculiar qualities, he doesn’t think about it much anymore. he got it as a child ; it’s been there so long it’s no longer notable to him. tattoos. none. he thinks they’re rather distasteful. most noticeable features. height, long hair, self-assured posture, eyes hidden behind glasses, that scar.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth. berlin, germany. hometown. los angeles, california. birth weight / height. – manner of birth. . . . the usual one ? first words. his parents used to joke that his first word was ‘ cross-examination. ’ this, of course, was only after he got into themis legal, and proved he could be an asset to the family name. kristoph always sort of resented it. and so, he’s not actually ashamed to say his first words were the usual ones. ‘ mama, ’ ‘ papa, ’ ‘ puppy. ’ that sort of thing. siblings. klavier gavin ( younger brother ) . parents. oskar gavin ( father ) ; emilie gavin ( mother ) . parental involvement. oskar and emilie were minor political figures in germany ; they had children more as attempts to maintain a family-friendly image in the face of mounting scandals than they did out of any actual, genuine interest in raising said children. as such, kristoph ( and later, klavier ) was pretty much handed off to a series of nannies & otherwise left to his own devices. his parents’ actual involvement in raising him was . . . minimal. they died in an accident while he was completing his junior year of college. he played the part of the grieving son perfectly well, but he wasn’t really all that aggrieved about it. ( he always sort of wondered if the accident was an accident or if it was some political move, but to investigate that, he’d have to actually care about what happened to them. )

ADULT LIFE

occupation. defense attorney. current residence. a rather posh high-rise apartment building in los angeles. a rather posh solitary confinement cell. close friends. why, his dear friend phoenix wright, of course ! ( hah. ) partners. what, legal partners ? uh, he’s got a student -- oh, you mean romantic partners ? ugh. pass. relationship status. single. not looking. ( verse dependent. ) financial status. let’s just say he’s in a very comfortable income bracket. ( --- & how did he get there so fast, what with his parents losing most of their fortune to constant legal battles, leaving him to make money himself ? best not to ask. ) driver’s license. yes. he doesn’t like to drive, though. he’s more the ‘ hire a driver ’ type. criminal record. prior to the events of apollo justice ? clean as clean can be. too clean. suspiciously clean. after ? one count of evidence forgery, two counts of first-degree murder, one count of attempted murder -- and that’s only what we know of.

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation. bisexual / demisexual. maybe a slight preference for men, but functionally, it doesn’t matter -- he’s very, very demisexual, and it’s extremely rare that he’s actually genuinely attracted to someone. nine out of ten times, if he sleeps with someone, it’s going to have been because doing so conferred some kind of material advantage on him -- i.e., they had something he wanted. romantic orientation. biromantic / demiromantic. again, though, it tends not to matter, because it’s so incredibly rare that he feels real attraction of any kind towards someone. if kristoph is romancing you, it usually means he wants something from you. preferred emotional role. Submissive | Dominant | Switch | Unsure preferred sexual role. Submissive | Dominant | Switch | Sex repulsed libido. low. unless he actually likes you. then about average ? turn ons. if i answer this question, my kristoph muse will physically manifest IN my home and poison me with atroquinine, killing me within fifteen minutes of ingestion. turn offs. unless he actually likes you, don’t try to make him be genuinely emotionally vulnerable with you. ugh. disgusting. love language. in the very rare case he actually likes you, he appreciates them all. however, he especially likes acts of service. he knows better than anyone else that pretty words are often lies ; actually going out of your way to assist him with something isn’t so surface-level to him, and is deeply appreciated. relationship tendencies. generally, he thinks they’re a waste of time & a potentially dangerous vulnerability. to be avoided.

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song(s). i know i put my go-tos ( where i want to be from chess & choke by idkhw ) on the last meme that asked a question like this, so i’m gonna try to go for some different ones : severed by the decemberists ( gonna leave you all severed ) & nice day by the romanovs ( nice day for a murder ! ) hobbies to pass the time. playing the violin ( & occasionally writing a piece or two ) , cooking, keeping journals, reading, taking walks ( usually with his dog ) , shopping ( shush. ) . mental illnesses. none that are formally diagnosed. he clearly has quite a number of problems going on in that head of his, but he would define them less as problems and more as strengths, so it’s not like he’d seek help. physical illnesses. other than being blind as a bat without his glasses, he’s physically healthy. left or right brained. left brained. fears. nothing at all. failure. being forgotten. being wrong. that he isn’t the best, always & at everything. IT’S OVER, KRISTOPH. YOU’RE NOT NEEDED ANYMORE. self confidence level. unreasonably high. you could say he has a bit of a god complex. vulnerabilities. his academic intelligence and logic may be above & beyond that of your average person, but he never matured emotionally, so he still has the emotional intelligence of a child. his solution to fearing that he might not be perfect was to repress it until he had five black psyche-locks, for god’s sake. and it was his hatred of wright that blinded him to the idea that phoenix might formulate a plan that could stop him -- he saw wright as a naive idiot because of that hatred, and as such underestimated him. his inability to process or even acknowledge his own emotions means that he has no way of telling when his analyses are objective and when they’re tainted by how he feels about them, and his arrogance means he’s convinced they’re all accurate. so, sometimes, no matter how accurate his formula is otherwise, he forgets to factor in emotion -- and he miscalculates.

Tagged by: @smoulderingsilver ( aaaahhh thank you so much !! ) Tagging: again, anyone who wants to do this, consider yourself Tagged By Me.

#[ THIS WAS ACTUALLY REALLY FUN ]#◌. ❝ ━━〔 ♠ 〕ˢᵘˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᶠᶤˡᵉˑ ╱╱ headcanon.#long post //#[ also im sorry i still cant decide if he should be 6'1 or 6'2 and so i just put Both like an Idiot ]#[ couldn't they have given us better canon heights for the gavins PLEASE ]

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As any other young girl, Jingyi Sorla thought she knew what love was. It was what she saw whenever she looked at her parents. They always put each other’s priorities before and above of their own well-being. It was sacrifice, when they would take turns entertaining their own daughter when she didn’t feel like sleeping, and in doing so, losing valuable sleep themselves. Love was when her father would lend his jacket because her mother was cold. It was when her mother would share her ice cream because Jingyi dropped hers in carelessness. It was the nurturing of her mother when Jingyi’s father was sick, it was the protectiveness of her father would stand in front his family when those who didn’t approve of interracial couples approached. Love was something beyond definitions, beyond actions. All of those things were what love felt like, because it’s something that could not be define, it could not be explained. Love is what Jin thought she had with Elyas Megat. Maybe it was love. They did everything lovers do. They gave each other small, unexpected items. They would cuddle and show positive interest in each other’s hobbies. When they kissed, it was as if it were the last time they would ever see each other. But now she’s bitter, and the memories she has of Elyas leaves a cursed taste on her tongue.

When Elyas proposed, Jin thought she was never going to be able to surpass the happiness she felt in that moment. She was willing and ready to spend the rest of her life with this man. Ready to support him and love him and cherish him like a good wife should do. She had no aspirations for herself. Elyas was advancing in his career and Jin stayed home, where she would cook and clean and keep the house as tidy as possible for when Elyas has coworkers over. He was a prestigious detective, he had people he needed to impress. Her whole world revolved around this man, and she was entirely alright with that, because he loved her back, and that’s all she needed from him. January of 1885 was everything shifted. When Jinny had felt the most lost she has ever felt. A heaviness that she didn’t know how to deal with. Elyas had been pulling away for weeks. Work stuff. A string of murders. Jin didn’t like talking about such things, so Elyas would keep his cases surface level. Maybe, she should have paid more attention to whatever he was caring with him. Maybe then, he wouldn’t have left her. After the night of intimacy and nothing but his side of the bed cold and despondent, Jin didn’t know what to do with herself. There was a strange feeling in the back of her mind that something was wrong, but she ignored it. Elyas would never hurt her. Like a good partner, Jin tended to their home and kept to her responsibilities within the house. When Elyas didn’t come home that night, she began to worry. She went to his coworkers, sick to her stomach. They told her Elyas never showed up. Weeks passed before Jin finally came to terms with the fact that her fiancé had left her. No note, no warning. The would-be housewife was left alone in the world.

Days, weeks, months passed. Time passed and passed and passed. Things changed, Jin changed. For one, she was pregnant. Two, in her loneliness, Jinny found she was particularly good at baking and cooking. She always received compliments from Elyas and his coworkers when they were over for dinner, but she thought they were only being kind. She even got a job as a secretary at a local office just up the street from her apartment. Her boss, Mr. Benford and his wife were very nice people who owned an insurance company, and often had Jin over for dinner where she didn’t have to cook, but always brought something over out of consideration. The woman was finding things out about herself that she never saw before. Things she probably wouldn’t have noticed if Elyas was still around. For the first time ever, Jinny was finding her own way and finding out who she was becoming without anyone at her side to keep her afloat. She was doing that all by herself. Jin was liking who she was becoming. And then, she died. Jinny was thirty-three. It happened on a hospital bed, giving birth to a healthy baby girl. What should have been her last words was a name. Her daughter’s name. Zinaida. And she slipped away, lightheaded and silently cursing God who constantly took away what she loved. Jin was so in love with this baby girl before she was born, and she never got the chance to hold her. Jin had felt happiness again when she caught a glimpse of her child. What a shame. Although, another real shame is waking up in your own coffin three days later and having to crawl through six feet of dirt and worms in order to get to the surface and ruining one of your favourite dresses in the process.

The first thing Jinny thought about was her baby. Three days old and motherless. She couldn’t go to the hospital, of course. Too many people had seen her face and knowing she had died, well, it was something she wasn’t able to wrap her mind around at the moment, so she went to the only place she could think of where her daughter would be, and that was the local orphanage. Jin has to sneak in, which wasn’t very difficult since the owner of the establishment was a drunk and asleep at the desk. With swift steps and protective arms, Jinny took back her child and went back to her old home. It was just hours later that the new mother found out that she was unable to care for her daughter like she thought she would have been able to. Not physically, at least. Jin couldn’t produce milk, she couldn’t produce warmth. Her baby was crying because she was hungry and there was nothing she could do about it. Not unless she went to someone could provide such necessities. Jinny showed up at Mr. and Mrs. Benford’s home moments later. Dirty, pale, and with a screaming baby. Mrs. Benford fainted upon seeing the woman whose funeral she attended. It was understandable, but Jin didn’t have time to explain everything just yet, especially since she didn’t know how. She only knew her daughter needed providing for, and so she struck a deal with Mr. and Mrs. Benford (once she came through). They would take care of the child while Jin acted as a housemaid.

This went on for a number of years, until Zinaida was in her late teens. During that time, Jinny had becoming increasingly restless. She couldn’t leave the home. Everyone thought she was dead. She couldn’t be seen walking around downtown London. So, in a quick decision, Jinny packed her and Zinaida’s items and left the Benford household while they were both at work, leaving them a long letter, explaining her decisions. It was the least they deserved. From then on, Jinny and her daughter’s life truly began to flourish. They travelled everywhere, coast to coast, near and far. Jinny dipped her toes back into culinarian arts, this time, professionally. The mother daughter duo wouldn’t stay anywhere for any longer than ten years, especially since after such a time, it would become noticeable that while Zi grew into a beautiful young woman, her mother, never even received a wrinkle.

Jin and Zinaida knew what they were doing in this world, and to think that Jinny once thought she didn’t have it in herself to make it anywhere without Elyas – scoff!. Now, at her side, was her child. Her daughter. Her best friend. They protected each other and held each other up. That’s why when, Zinaida didn’t come home one night, and one night moved into two days, and two into three, Jinny was left wanting to pull out her hair. It was on the fourth day when a knock came at her door. Jin almost didn’t want to answer it. When she finally answered, what was on the other side was not what she was expecting. Before Jin could ask who the person standing before her was, he gave her all of the information she needed: His name was Godfrey, he was a vampire and a priest, one of his nuns had found Zinaida in a life-threatening condition, and that he could take Jin to see her daughter. Jin didn’t need to know anything else and went with him. Jin stayed by Zinaida’s side until she was much fully recovered and transitioned. Her daughter, her baby girl, who was once human just like her, had now been changed into something completely different. The two stayed with the nuns and Godfrey while the clan could help Zinaida and teach her the ways of being a vampire. Zinaida seemed to take to the transition well enough. Perhaps, it was because already having a dead and immortal mother made being a vampire a little easier, but maybe, Zinaida had always been a strongminded girl with the power to overcome anything she set her mind to. There was also obvious tension between Jinny and the clan itself, though she ignored the rude name callings and turned her cheek for the sake her daughter, being on Godfrey’s particular good side helped sooth things from time to time. Her relationship with Godfrey turned into something a little more than friendship, it was just on the cusp of blooming into something that could have been beautiful and kind. But, unfortunately, Jin seemed to be cursed and another good thing had to end. The clan revolted. Zinaida could stay, if she wanted, but Jin had to go. They didn’t like that fact that an outsider who wasn’t a vampire was amongst their midst all the time, especially an outside that could compromise the façade of being priests and nuns. Jin, never wanting any trouble, agreed that it would be best if she would leave. Wanting the best for her daughter, Jin told Zinaida that if she wanted to stay with the clan, she could do that. She didn’t say that leaving her daughter would be the biggest heartbreak of all, but if that’s what Zi wanted, Jin was going to have to accept and respect that decision. So, when Zin chose to stay with Jin, the lich truly understood what true love was in that moment. Jinny and Zinaida would choose each other, and nothing was going to be able to come between them.

Over time, Jinny had become a world-renowned culinarian, though, always changing her name, this made it easier to move around and travel. 2020 came around, and it was time for another change. While discussing where to go next, it was Zinaida’s idea to reside in Lethe, having never really been around so many supernatural creatures at once and their own species for that matter, Jin agreed taking the opportunity with a smile. In the next short weeks, the two arrived in Lethe where Jin took up a job at The Sweet Shop. It’s small and easy-going, but after a life of rushing around, it was nice to relaxed outside of a heated kitchen. Jin is a little worried about what Lethe has in store for her and her daughter, especially since a long-lost heartbreaking detective is also in town – Jin sometimes wonders if Zinaida knew Elyas was here, but she knows that is impossible since the two don’t know about each other – which, she hopes stays that way for some time before she can figure out a way for them to not find out about how they’re related at all. She’s feeling neither happy or mad that he’s here. In fact, as of right now, she’s simply pretending Elyas doesn’t exist, just like she’s been pretending for the last one hundred-and-some-odd years.

#taken #taken lich #taken female #jin slora #jessica henwick

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WELCOME TO XAVIER’S, SONG HYERIN !

… loading statistics. currently aged twenty-two, entering first semester of xavier’s in seoul, south korea. decrypting files… mutant has the following records: strength +8, durability +5, agility +6, dexterity +4, intelligence +2. currently, she is classified under tier omega.

BACKGROUND.

PART ONE: THE BEGINNING.

once upon a time, a phoenix was born, risen from the ashes of a relationship gone stale, flames lapping at the child who was too bold since birth, too brash and unforgiving for her abandoned mother to handle at such a young age. a teenage pregnancy was never a good choice, people had chided patronizingly, though hyerin’s mother’s never really cared about what people had to say in the first place, did she? her golden child, a spit in the face at all those who dared claim that her daughter was anything otherwise, even without the tell-tale father who had left the two even before she was born.

and so the phoenix grew older, still ever the charred and outspoken one, taking her classmates and everyone in between in such stride that no one could ever catch up to the girl on eternal fire. song hyerin, the child of the sole teenage parent of their small suburbia in karlsruhe, but still the sharpest of them all; stupidity seemed like such a menial option to grow under the woman who had gone through too much to raise her. in turn, hyerin vowed protection, and so came the staggered lessons of brute force — most wouldn’t dare assume such a pretty face as hers could shoot a gun or throw a punch as well as she could ace a multitude of tests at once; she’d easily prove them all wrong.

her name turns into a definition of something rare and unforgiving, blazing a trail in her way wherever she went. and so one year turns into two, and multiplies in fortitude. grade school comes and goes in a breeze, extracurriculars are what keeps her going. she picks up boxing and sharpshooting as a hobby as soon as her mother has enough to spoil her, and the two are happy, happier than they’ve ever been.

( karlsruhe continues to be kind to them — so far. )

PART TWO: INTERLUDE.

there’s a call from home. not the home hyerin has grown to know, karlsruhe with its german speaking inhabitants and large and spaced grandeur, but where her roots show. seoul, south korea, where her mother ( and presumed father ) was born, the heart of hustle and bustle, bumping shoulders and other korean people who actually might look a bit like her. it’s not the language she’s worried about, no; such a thing is the least of her worries when her mother was so keen and adamant on teaching her ever since she was young. it’s the environ she’s afraid of, with its smog-filled cities and harsh glares. but then again, a sixteen-year-old hyerin can’t do much when it’s her mother than answers and accepts the call of a new start, and who is she to regret anything as of now?

touchdown in seoul, and no one is there to warmly greet the duo ( as expected ). life starts in the most mundane of ways, with her mother starting her new job at the new company, hyerin at her new school. turns out the star student is less of a star here, which bothers her none; hyerin simply tries much, much harder. but of course, her looks stay as stellar as always — a bright smile here and a coy wink there, and she’s finding her way around campus much easier, learns all the gossip, but it’s one flitted rumor that changes her life.

they speak of a boy who can play with fire without getting his fingers ( or anything else, for that matter ) burned about halfway into the school year, and hyerin is all ears. of course it’s a baseless rumor, she thinks, but perhaps it would be interesting enough to see someone being so steadfast as to actually incinerate his fingers off, what a sight to see!

hours after school does the incident happen, and she remembers the event like clockwork. a high five, that’s all it took — ten minutes before he was supposed to douse himself in lighter fluid and step into a fucking bonfire — for the boy to do just that: step into a bonfire in lighter fluid, but he stays burning, despite those high and mighty words that he wouldn’t.

and he screams. chaos ensues, though lucky for him, there’s still enough time to extinguish him ( who would have known what would have happened if not for emergency precautions, what a mess ) as he continues to screech for bloody murder. and as soon as it’s all over, he wheels on her with murder in his eyes, and hyerin has no idea what she’s done. it’s too late to even think however, because the next thing she knows, there’s a rough hand gripping against her throat, darkness coating her visage.

( she stays gone for a while, a long while. )

PART THREE: ROOTS.

she wakes up to unfamiliarity, discord in her thoughts. her expectations of stark white walls and a steady iv drip at a hospital environment are replaced with an oddly discolored wallpaper and a soft bed, nothing familiar other than a dull headache pinging steadily into her temples. her mother is the first person she seeks, another woman — unfamiliar at best — looming by her bedside is who she finds instead.

and so the unknown one explains the extent of hyerin powers — ‘powers’ said in the absolute lightest term — powers rather as in, what is not. negation is what she supposedly has; the nullification of others’, which explains the fire situation and the lack of extinguishment so well, the fact that she almost killed someone is the only thing that is left to simmer in her mind. and it’s no surprise she had no idea she had such an ability; surrounded by a bunch of humans that had none at all were useless to her, but what is to become of her now?

the newest freak show, that’s what she’s been dumbed down to. and now, lo and behold: said freak show placed in an academy with a bunch of other freaks — or was it ‘mutants’ that they called themselves? — who absolutely hated the very ability that had her grouped in the same stupid category that they were all in. the one girl who would take away whatever it was that made them special, a recipe for hate brewing in all their veins, curse her uselessness, a feeling that’s never been felt by song hyerin before.

and so ends the phoenix’s reign, simmered into nothing but a pile of hateful ash at the bottom of everything, missing only one person from her life.

( she’ll escape from here soon enough anyways, she swears on it. )

MUTATION.

power negation is the strata of power that is fully able to nullify those abilities of others, usually for an extended amount of time. the user is able to cancel out the powers of those around themselves, making them unable to utilize their powers so long as they are under the user’s effect.

hyerin’s ability, as she has newly manifested her powers, has the potential to be a complete hazard to those others currently attending the academy who require their powers to properly function. she has virtually little to no control over her abilities, meaning that a simple graze has enough power to completely nullify a person’s ability for a duration from five minutes to almost five hours, depending on her current mood and health. the nullification can be activated through simple touch, or any form of skin-to-skin contact, though it is usually propelled from her hands or arms. she is virtually immune to all, if not most powers that require close proximities or any sort of possession if the wielder is to be in her vicinity. her power is completely based on emotions; even without skin-to-skin contact, if feeling highly on-end and agitated, she may unknowingly create a negation barrier that may effect everyone around her for an extended duration of time in a ten-foot maximum radius around her. a calmer and more sober mood only limits her powers to those who have been in actual physical contact with her, as is the usual case when she is alone or in personal quarantine. even the slightest spike in temper or mood may be a potential danger to those around her, especially because she has no idea on how her powers work just yet. her radius is still small and limited, but as small as they are, may drain her on more than one occasion; oversleeping (in a rather comatose state) is not uncommon, as is the occasional bloody nose and splitting migraines that recur more often than not. the more stressors that are inflicted on her body, the weaker she and her power become, and due to that very reason, proper contact with many people at once is not highly recommended.

STRENGTHS.

barrier negation: unconsciously, the user has a force field around them in which superpowers are canceled in its vicinity. in hyerin’s case, it is uncontrollable and happens when in high-stress situations, which may either be both beneficial and detrimental in her experience.

because her ability is something that does not enhance her physically, she holds her strength in being able to fight and hold her ground in hand-to-hand combat rather than having to rely on special abilities like others may expect.

if another person is under the control of a power such as transmutation, she may able to negate the physical form they are afflicted by.

WEAKNESSES.

constantly active, and uncontrollable in hyerin’s case. this accounts for constant fatigue, as any sort of use of her powers is rather debilitating to her physical health due to its unknown levels of control, and therefore power.

hyerin has a very limited range of her negation field, where touch is the most effective and long-lasting. the field that she emits is weaker around the edges, and anyone in her field will know and feel the dampening, effectively rendering her ability useless when people can recharge outside of her station.

unlike power erasure, effects are mostly temporary at most. she has never been known to be rid of a person’s powers for longer than thirty minutes at a time when taking into account the initial contact. later, with more practice and intellect into the ability itself, the time may increase to longer hours, but at the expense of her physical health.

if a person’s power is attributed to their physical qualities, hyerin virtually has no power against them. she cannot simply make one’s cellular biology deplete, so if someone is enhanced with some sort of physiology she cannot just make the attributes disappear off a person’s body.

some powers may not be negated, such as negation immunity and power anchoring, as well as those abilities that have been acquired or copied (i.e. if someone had ‘stolen’ the ability of fire manipulation, she cannot dampen the effects of fire manipulation, but only prevent the person from thieving against an ability again).

power negation only has the ability to negate those powers past “normal” abilities. it is ineffective against those who do not use supernatural abilities in combat, or are naturally physically gifted.

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Scott is the flattest series regular in Teen Wolf. Teen Wolf dropped the ball with Scott. He’s surrounded by characters with amazing depth and character growth. He is the main character of the show and yet he’s the one everybody dislikes. I don’t dislike Scott. I don’t mind Scott, actually. He’s a good character, just like most characters in the show. But, I don’t love him. Same goes for a lot of people, as well. For a character we’re supposed to like, he’s not really that likable. In the beginning of the show, Scott started off as a bit of a naive, not the sharpest tool in the shed kid. But, I liked him anyways. His stupidity was funny to me and that gave him a bit of charm, weirdly enough. Then, seasons later, he becomes super mature. He develops a hero complex and has this thing against killing no matter what. He definitely took a turn for the worse throughout what you’d call character development. Scott became a flat character.

There was this old trend in literature about making the protagonist what you call an, ‘Epic Hero’. Basically, it’s a perfect hero. And Scott is by no means a perfect hero, but the show-writers gave a half-assed attempt to make him this God-like figure who could do no evil, who’s never selfish and always selfless, and who saves everyone because he loves everyone and tries to protect his friends no matter who’s bad or good. The thing is, we don’t like perfect heroes. Do you think an average person will look at Scott McCallHimPerfect and say, “he wants to save everyone. My god he’s just like me. He believes in good and evil. Damn I love him, just like me.” Nobody says that because Scott is not relatable in the slightest. He doesn’t have a personality other than, girls. Save people. Allison pretty wanna marry. Must not kill kill equal bad.

Do we even know anything about Scott? It might be just me, because I haven’t seen the show in a while. But what interests does Scott have? Because I don’t think we know the slightest about his hobbies and interests other than he plays lacrosse and likes to save people I guess. Do we ever see why he went to UC Davis? What does he want to be when he’s older? So yeah. Not only do we know next to nothing about what his personality and life is like outside of the supernatural, but he also acts all high and mighty. Bad combo.

One of the most annoying Scott moments—for many people—was when he yelled at Stiles for ‘killing’ Donovan without even listening to him. He took the word of Theo, some dude he barely knew, over his best friend. So, he was flipping his shit about Stiles killing someone because as he says it, “we don’t kill.” Despite the fact that almost all of the pack members and their allies have killed before. Scott develops this viewpoint on life throughout the series. He takes on this black and white view on life, thinking that if there’s someone against the pack, they’re a villain. They’re bad. But, if they’re an ally, they’re good. He doesn’t take into consideration that people are morally grey. He doesn’t recognize that the world isn’t black and white. There’s no such thing as good and evil. We’re all just...people. Scott never gets this fixed. He doesn’t make room for the thought that people who kill aren’t always evil. I feel bad for Stiles, because yeah, maybe Stiles could’ve explained what happened better, but the fact that his best friend wouldn’t give him a pass for self-defense is sad. Malia killed when she was eight and he never seemed to care. Kira killed that one guy when she revealed herself as a Kitsune and he she got a pass. Derek has killed many people and he doesn’t care. But the second Stiles kills someone, it’s suddenly an issue to Scott. Hypocritical, much?

In addition to all this, Scott’s also not the selfless hero everyone makes him out to be. He’s actually rather selfish and he’s proven this time and time again. Scott ditched Stiles time and time again to save Allison or someone else who never needed his help. He was also more than willing to throw Derek under the bus and blame him for some murders. I can’t remember any more times he’s done this, but let me know if you remember other examples.

I wish that he was more like his season one self. He went from 0-100 real fast in terms of ‘maturity’ and I found that annoying. His stupider self was more charming and was more interesting. Scott was struggling with dealing with his transformation and I wish this lasted for more than one season. It would’ve made him a much better character. And I do like Scott. I know it doesn’t sound like it, but I like Scott and most of the other characters. He has his moments. Some good moments, some times I really do like Scott. But I wish he wasn’t so flat. I wish we knew a little more about him. The hero complex is an old, overused cliché and I was Scott was....y’know....more relatable.

Here seems as good a place as any to say it, so...the true alpha thing is BULLSHIT and it completely ruined Scott's character. One of my all-time favorite Scott moments was in 3a when he threatened Gerard, saying that if Gerard lied about Deucalion and people got hurt because of it, he'd come back and kill him. And almost immediately after that Scott becomes a true alpha and is like "Oh, wait... nevermind, then." Stiles should have at least said something like "Dude, Donovan was trying to kill ME," but all he ever says is "He was gonna kill my dad," which is not at all the reason why he killed Donovan. Not to mention that he didn’t even deliberately kill Donovan, it was a complete accident. The writers did that whole, ‘he was gonna kill my dad’ thing on purpose. If I was Stiles, I’d say, “seriously, Scott? That psycho was literally trying to kill me! And I didn’t even kill him! He fell and impaled himself!” The thing about his dad was to create more of a divide. But leaving out that Donovan was legitimately trying to kill Stiles is even more annoying to me because it leaves them room for Scott to be like "I know the difference between murder and self-defense," later on when they reconcile. If Stiles says it outright then Scott looks like too much of a dick for not taking that into account. But all of that only still makes sense if you've forgotten that Theo specifically said that Donovan went after Stiles when he lies to Scott about how it happened. So, it's already been (at the very least) implied to Scott that it was a self-defense situation (that got out of hand, according to Theo), but because Stiles doesn't specify that it leaves some (less than plausible, but okay) room for Scott to backtrack and be all "Well, I didn't know THAT. THAT changes everything." That's why that "lie of omission" bugs me so much. Stiles was not obligated to share his trauma with Scott if he didn’t want to. And Scott’s neither Stiles’ alpha, father, nor authority figure, so he doesn’t get to judge/condemn Stiles or demand an explanation from him. Not to mention that Scott is the very same hypocritical scumbag who threw a temper tantrum when Derek didn’t let him assassinate Peter like Scott WANTED and DEMANDED in Season 1, tried but failed to assassinate Gerard because ”He threatened to hurt my mom! I had no choice!” in Season 2, and conspired with the likes of Deucalion to assassinate Josh and Tracy in Season 5. Scott committing premeditated attempted murder for his own benefit and using Derek as his own personal murder weapon is good, but Stiles accidentally killing Donovan in self-defense to protect himself and his father is wrong and Stiles is a monster?! Lmfao sure, Scott! Scott McCall is a true something alright. A true hypocrite Stiles didn't because he was in a self destructive spiral. He didn't think he deserved to be forgiven and he thought he should lose Scott. The Dread doctors were constantly reinforcing his negative thoughts about himself through Theo and his own hallucinations because that was his greatest fault and source of his trauma

in the beginning scott was more than willing to kill to get what he wanted (for example when he was gonna kill peter since he thought that would cure him), which was always funny to me idk. i do love scott though especially the first 2 seasons scott since he changes after that, but he’s not the strongest character in the series and they should’ve done the whole ‘true alpha’ stuff differently imo

Scott McCall is literally the blandest, flattest, weakest, most useless fictional character ever. He’s just a badly written and portrayed Gary Stu and a judgmental bigot with abusive tendencies and no character development. Scott became a “True Alpha” due to his canonically nonexistent strength of character, virtue, moral superiority, and force of will, he’s never held accountable for his abusive actions and behavior, and the only time people dump his toxic ass it’s either not his fault or they are being wrong, psychotic, and unreasonable. Scott is such a Gary Stu it’s like a 12 year old on an ego trip wrote him. Scott yelled at Stiles, played judge, jury and executioner with Stiles, and accused Stiles of being a violent, unstable, dangerous, inhuman monster and a serial killer for choosing not to share his own trauma with Scott and for daring to accidentally kill Donovan in self-defense in Season 5; and yet Scott’s the one who threw a temper tantrum when Derek Hale didn’t let him assassinate Peter Hale in Season 1, conspired with Gerard Argent behind everyone’s back and used Derek as his murder weapon because “He threatened to hurt my mom! I had no choice!” in Season 2, lied to Kira about her fox to control her in Season 5A, plotted/conspired with Deucalion to assassinate innocent chimera victims Josh and Tracy in Season 5B, played up an injury that had long healed just to convince his friends to help him and not abandon him again in Season 5B, and wanted to sacrifice Tierney and Jiang to a mob boss to save his own ass in Season 6. There are 100 episodes suggesting that Scott is more than comfortable with killing someone, with lying, and with engaging in violent actions (premeditated murder) to protect himself and his mom despite all his big “killing is bad and wrong” speeches. Scott McCall is a true something alright. A True Hypocritical Asshole and Toxic Friend I remember this one time where Isaac told Scott he liked Allison and wanted to kiss her and Scott just threw him against the wall for having the internal thought to kiss her. He didn’t even do anything!! Plus, when your friend, who’s a survivor of abuse, advises you to hit him, you don’t actually do it!

And I love how Scott gave absolutely no sign of being gay, he’s even said numerous times he likes girls. Take those numerous denies over Stiles’ silence when asked about liking boys. Sceo is the worst ship I’ve ever come across of. The only ships regarding Theo that make sense to me are Thiam (Liam x Theo) and Steo (Stiles x Theo). The others, however, are total crackships. The fact that Theo didn’t show any care or remorse after he killed Scott proves it. And, they barely have any interactions after season five and the times they do, Scott is advocating Theo being sent back to prison. How is that shippable material?

”I’ve heard a lot of the defense of Scott McCall SWAT team, and I’ve heard a lot of them are hypocritical and mean. You can’t pull the race card because we don’t like a character. Scott is just bland, it’s got nothing to do with racism” You took the words right out of my mouth. Scott Stans pull out the “Scott McCall is a poor oppressed Mexican brown boy leader protagonist” every time Teen Wolf fans criticize Scott’s canonical abusive actions and behavior. They also claim that pointing out that Scott was unhealthily obsessed with Allison is racist, even though anyone who watched the actual show knows that Scott is canonically unhealthily obsessed with Allison – so much that he abuses Isaac out of sheer jealousy and hallucinates Allison making out with Jackson TWICE Exactly! Especially because he shoved Isaac into a wall just for thinking about Allison, AND SCOTT AND HER WERE BROKEN UP. He is super possessive of her to the point where he is interfering in Allison’s love life when they weren’t even together. I know there’s a bro-code, but Isaac didn’t even do anything. All he did was think about kissing her and he got thrown into a wall. And yeah, the Tumblr post said Stiles was obsessed with Lydia and nobody calls it out. Stiles was obsessed, but at least he didn’t react poorly when Lydia moved onto another boy. Scott McCall being a toxic friend and an even shittier character is not a Latino thing. It’s a Scott McCall thing

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stardewpastel · 5 years

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I’ve decided I’m taking the direction of this project into my own hands and analyze the main cast of Persona 5. I’ve decided to do this as Persona 5 has a track record of being extremely hit or miss with it’s characters. While this is a problem with the entire series, never has it been this even with well written and poorly written characters. So without further ado, let’s get started!

Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya/Joker

So, this isn’t the best lead we could have, honestly. It’s inherently difficult to discuss Akira’s character, because, well…

He’s not.

As true as he is to his fellow Persona protagonists, he doesn’t actually have a personality to discuss and dissect. We could go off the dialogue choices the player is given, yeah, but there’s just too many variables to be able to settle with one defining personality.

On the other hand, Akira’s personas are actually a nice little nugget of fridge brilliance. Considering that Akira has what the game calls the ability of the wild card, he can wield multiple personas, ranging to about 210 in total. In a way, this is genius. Because of the inherently customizable format of the personas through fusion, no two personas made by different players would be the exact same, reflecting how no two Joker’s will be the same.

I mean unless you’re the type to make an invincible Satanael but c’mon, you’re better than that. Ryuji Sakamoto

Ryuji establishes a trend present with a lot of characters in the early game seem to suffer from, which is backpedaling on their characters arcs not long after they’re established. Although, Ryuji himself works with said trend… strangely. He doesn’t exactly do said backpedaling because there wasn’t actually anything to backpedal from. He storms in, yells about how much he hates the first boss of the game and storms back out until he becomes a party member. The only actual ‘development’ he gets is to learn to stop giving a shit if the outside world views him as a delinquent.

Which just…Isn’t good enough?

That’s not to say Ryuji isn’t a good character, save for one arc, he serves as a good way to lighten the mood when necessary and serves well as the protagonists best friend, but other than that, there isn’t much to him. Ann Takamaki

Ann falls the worst for the pitfall I was talking about when going over Ryuji. The entire first arc of the game is about her and her detestment for just being seen as a sexual object, which would be a really good direction for her character to go, especially since the rejection on an older man’s advances resulted in the sexual assault and suicide attempt of her best friend, so clearly it’s not something she’d tolerate... but at the end of the day she serves as the game’s main source of fanservice, which….

Well, it sends mixed messages, no?

Not to mention, Ann’s Persona Carmen is often depicted as a femme fatale who would seduce men and then scrap them to the side when she had been bored with them. Again, mixed messages are all abound with Ann.

Yusuke Kitagawa

Oh, good, finally, someone I can say good things about. The best word that could be used to describe Yusuke is… Interesting. I feel like the best way to describe him as a person would always being about five steps out of step. Still, no matter how strange his outward behaviour is, he dedicates himself to his craft of art pretty much no matter what.

His entire in-game confidant is about his art being criticized by a professional critic and his journey to find out what exactly he needs for inspiration to improve it. This consists of mistaking a brother and sister for a romantic couple and demanding to draw them, and ordering the protagonist to strip in church, among other things. Of course, this isn’t even mentioning his place in the actual story of the game.

Y’know, like, the required stuff.

You encounter Yusuke when investigating the rumors of an artist who uses his artist’s work for his own gain, however he chooses to deny this whenever it’s brought up during the arc due to said artist raising him like his own son since his mother died when he was a baby, however his trust in his mentor and father figure becomes crushed when it’s revealed he simply stood by and watched Yusuke’s mother die due to a seizure. This has lead to many people speculating why Yusuke was taken in in the first place, considering he couldn’t validate his artistic talents to warrant staying around, but I personally feel better off not knowing. After all, the point was to make it so that Yusuke would have no reason to believe in the Phantom Thieves ideals until his psyche had pushed to form his Persona and join them himself. Makoto Niijima

To put things lightly, Makoto is… Complicated, and not in a good way. The biggest problem Makoto has is that it feels like they wanted to write like, two different characters, but the director couldn’t decide which one they wanted to do and just said ‘ehhhh… do ‘em both?’.

She’s either a stuffy mom friend Student Council President, to badass biker chick strategist, but they didn’t blend it together in the way they wanted (at the very least, I hope it didn’t). On the other hand, people seem to deem her as Best Girl because she’s kinda smart and it’s implied she has an abusive homelife with her older sister; something that is touched on once and never again.

Of course, they could’ve fixed this with her confidant, maybe give more insight into her hobbies, or maybe her relationship with her sister, but uhh….But no, though.

Her confidant starts with her talking about her father who worked in the police force and then proceeded to die, because we needed less fathers in this game, clearly. But she also talked about how much of an inspiration her father was to her, which, is honestly really cool.

Except then it delays itself after rank one with Makoto’s first ever actual friend, because screw the Phantom Thieves, I guess, and it goes on about how she, who is genuinely just unpleasant, is dating a man from a host club, which Makoto believes is super shady, it is, but that isn’t the point, the point is this goes on for seven whole ranks. I can’t fathom why they thought this was a good idea, but ranks 1, 9 and 10 are the only ones where Makoto is the actual focus. She had the opportunity to be really good, but they just did not care. There’s more I could say about her incorporation into the plot, but I think I’ll detail it more in Akechi’s section. Futaba Sakura

Futaba actually gets to hold the position of the best written Phantom Thief we got, which is probably mostly because we get a good look inside her head. Unlike most dungeons, or rather, palaces, where you’re attempting to change the heart of some foul scum of society, you’re changing the heart of a girl so she won’t kill herself.

It’s established that for the past two years or so, Futaba had been struck deep to her core with guilt and regret after her mother had thrown herself into traffic, presumably in an act of suicide. She had been blamed from every adult that she was the reason that her mother, Wakaba, did what she did, so ever since she had locked herself up in her adoptive father’s basement, that is, until she learns that the suicide note she had been presented with way back when was a simple forgery, and her death was, as it turns out, a murder. This is what persuades her to join the Phantom Thieves, to find out about the people responsible for her mother’s death and get the revenge she deserves.

Not to mention, Futaba’s confidant is primarily about her trying to get her shit together, which is honestly far beyond her fellow Phantom Thieves. Her goal within her confidant is to try to get better about the outside world again, using a method that she used to do with her mother, promise lists. While she isn’t able to complete it, as part of her still feels uncomfortable out and about when Joker isn’t around, she still makes an honest effort to do everything else, even helping out an old friend of hers from an unhealthy situation with her family.

Overall, Futaba is just, real damn good. Haru Okumura

Haru can also be described as complicated, but not in the same way as Makoto was. The main problem that Haru has in the main story is that, well, she’s barely in it. She’s only introduced in September-October, and the last playable month in the game is December, so as a result, she barely has any required screentime with the player. The most we get is her desire to be seen as more as an object to be married off by her father, but other than that, not much.

In exchange, however, Haru has one of the best confidants in the game. After her father dies, she’s left in charge of an entire company, an entire company worth millions of dollars, so as is expected, many other higher ups attempt to be in good graces just to be able to essentially run the place themselves. Haru mentions repeatedly to the player that she doesn’t really want either outcome the situation could have, simply preferring to look after her own garden and open up a small cafe, not unlike her grandfather before her.

It’s nothing super deep or complicated, but it knows what it wants to do, it has focus. Not to mention Haru herself has a rather calming vibe about her.

Goro Akechi

Oh boy.

I could keep this short and brief by simply saying ‘Goro can’t Akechi a break’ but, we aren’t here for short and brief, are we?

While Goro only joins the party for one dungeon near the end of the game, he’s present most of the way through, behaving mostly as an opposing force to the Phantom Thieves, believing they should be imprisoned for their crimes, or, as it turns out, ‘killing’ their leader works too.

Although, as it turns out, Goro needed to shuffle his way into the trauma conga line somehow, and boy oh boy, does he take the crown for it. Being a bastard child in Japan is a big no-no, but however, this is what he just so happened to be, which is already a setback. This was only to be followed up with his mother killing herself when he was young, which resulted in him being passed around from foster home to foster home for just about the rest of his life until he could live on his own, eventually culminating in discovering the powers of his Persona far earlier than the rest of the cast. This leads to him being taken in by his scumbag of a biological father to serve as a pawn for his plans to become a political power, using his power to assassinate any… problematic people in the way, including but not limited to the previously mentioned Wakaba Isshiki. All the while, Goro simply doing his best to be the best he can be, impressing and surpassing all of his peers, until he is killed and presumably forgotten, considering that he’s never brought up again afterward.

To bring up what I was going to talk about in question of Makoto and Goro’s writing is that many people come to the consensus that they should have switched when they joined the party, as not only would the target at the time make more sense for either to be involved in, (An Ace Detective going after a mafia boss, a student council president worried about the state of her sister,) but it’s eventually revealed that Goro is, in fact, a traitor amongst your party. Having him join in the third dungeon, rather than the sixth, not only would this make the player less suspicious of him, but also make his claims of having a Persona for ‘a couple of months’ more believable.

Simply put, Goro Akechi is rather well written, but the fact that he has blood on his hands results in the fandom discarding him to the wayside so hard that even Akechi cosplayers had to suffer verbal abuse and harassment at conventions due to their cosplay choice.

While people can claim what they want, overall, Goro was dealt a shitty lot in life, and he even lampshades this himself, by saying that if he and Joker had met just a few years earlier, things would have been different.

#I don't have a good way of justifying this #Uh #Atlus is my favourite company #Atlus made Persona 5 #bam #perfect

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