#could potentially overwhelm the person with said feeling but thats just me

[084392]

overwhelming

#pokemon dppt #trainer lucas #MORE SPECIFICALLY THE LAB ASSISTANT HERE JSWC... #trainer dawn #rival barry #uxie #mesprit #azelf #sorryyyy i just think that being in the same room as the beings that delivered knowledge-emotion-willpower #could potentially overwhelm the person with said feeling but thats just me #whatever. #my art

[cassketti]

Tbh… you should totally drop your adrian shephard headcanons pls……..

OWCH OW OW OFYCK FUCK FUCK CRAMPS OCUH OC WO OWWWW

- filipino. hehehHAHAHAHAHA 🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭

- He doesn’t know how to speak tagalog. Just picked up some words and phrases that his parents said.

- Agender. Lmfao. Aro bisexual

- I’ve been kinda thinking abt what his typology would be. Whats there to even type LMFAOO. But ermm. I’ve been thinking sp7, sx6, 8fix, 3fix. He’d def be like a 3V tbh.

- His spore launcher grew up. YAYY!!! Spore launcher, erm, shock trooper, acts like an angsty teen now.

- Adrian: ya man so like. I would be carrying this baby alien around with me and he SPITS OUT FUCKING uh FRUIT GRENADES AND SHIT like thats fucking sick man wish I can spit out fruit grenades Shock trooper: ddaaaaaad, ur embarassing me.. 😡😡😡

- But they’re both happy they were able to reunite <:3 HEHEHEHEHE

- Adrian was in stasis all like “that mf BETTER NOT BE DEAD.. THAT WAS MY SSON…..”

FUCK OW OW OWWW

- i hate his cannon (ish?) personality. Tf u mean “adventure”?? Acting like ur going to a field trip and shit. Omfg.

- That being said. He does try to look for opportunities of “adventure”. Type of guy to purposely get himself lost. Like he’d be walking home and go “damn bruh what if I just went a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT route than I usually do”. Chris McCandless ass 😭😭

- I feel like he’s the younger sibling 💀💀LIKE THE TYPE WHO ACTS MORE CHILLER AND I GUESS MORE MATURERER THAN THE OLDER ONE. Mitchell tries so hard to be like a role model for him but adrians jus chilling

OW

- (This is after like stasis. So like, hl2) hates being in the dark (literally). Hates being alone too. He’s not like super duper social or anything but he tries to surround himself with people or at least someone to keep him company.

- Touch starved, lmfao.

- Foams at the mouth at the sight of grass and light /j

- He gets overwhelmed (physically) easily. Light gives him a headache. He notices sounds more.

- Adrian’s upset that his home is kinda, gone. And he feels rlly homesick and there’s nothing he could do 😭😭😭 bro came back from 20 years of the void and he finds out that everything has completely changed.

- Cuz like. In his years of stasis he was fantasizing about being back at Earth and what he would do again, then he comes back and ITS TERRIBLEEE 😭😭😭

- Hungry. Appreciates his meals alot more than he did before. I mean who wouldn’t, look at WHAT EARTH IS IN HL 2. THE COMBINE FOOD IS NASSSSTTYY AND SOME PEOPLE BE JOINING CIVIL PROTECTION FOR IT.

- this isnt an adrian shephard hc. But like i like to think rebel bases has like those filipino tricycles, the ones with a motercycle attached to like a cab. Yk? Alyx rides on them a few times. Hc she’s also (partially) filipino 🇵🇭🇵🇭

- he used to be kind of a germaphobe. Bro washed his hands two-three times for more than 20 seconds each. Like he’d wash his hands and go “damn wait a minute what if I didn’t wash it enough. One more time just in case.” He carried hand sanitizer with him everywhere. Washed his face and doused himself in lysol disinfectant spray whenever he came into contact with something that “just felt dirty”. Wiped down his belongings after someone borrowed it. Tried not to open doorknobs directly with his hands as much as possible. Used to be hesitant on petting stray animals. He grew out of it, eventually. Lol. Such a 1F (ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO)

- I mean he’s an animal person tho. That’s just a collective agreement at this point. That mf liked animals. He likes otters. The spore launcher reminded him of an otter.

- Hated being seen as weak or pathetic. Tries to make himself important. Hates people seeing him emotional. Tries to act calm and collected and shit. He doesn’t know what he’s doing most of the time.

- Likes journaling. I do too. He glues scraps and other stuff on a page when he didn’t feel like writing.

- Feels like he failed something. Like he could’ve reached his fullest potential but didn’t. Erm. Wasn’t able to at least.

- gman bullies him cuz he thinks it’s fucking funny as hell. Like, just do things that would inconvenience Adrian slightly (not rlly slightly). Like gman moves furniture precisely where Adrian would hit his elbow really hard, flinch and turn around really fast, then hits his head on another piece of furniture, then he falls over and hit his back on the edge of a chair.

- Gman would abruptly teleport next to adrian, trip him over, then immediately disappear right before Adrian could get up.

- Yk. Stuff like that.

- Adrian’s lowkey scared of gman. I mean shit I would be too if I was him. He’s scared that gmans gonna come in and ruin everything for him. Gordon is too, I could go into detail and my gordon hcs I literally have notes for it. anyways.

- He dyed his hair blonde

Theres more buuut WHATEVER. Some of these dont even rlly have an apparent reason I jus be like “ya this got to be adrain shephard” and believe its true

Part 2 if someone asks this question again FILIPINO EDITION🇵🇭🇵🇭😇😇/j

#FUCK OW OW MENSTRAL CRAMPS

[coyotestarcraft]

Too Broken To Be Fixed (Part 1)

Fandom: Good Omens

Pairing: Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley

A/N: Hey guys! Been a few years since I wrote a fanfic about our favorite ineffable boys, Scars Of The Past was something I never thought it would get as many likes, but I’m coming back with a new story. Just this time it’s a whole lot different this time. Adelphia my hellhound OC isn’t the villain anymore and won’t be the cause of the said traumatic event. So without further ado, enjoy this!

SIDENOTE: This is for anyone who has experienced traumatic events in their past. If anything in here triggers you I highly recommend that you don’t read.

WARNINGS: Transphobia, Biphobia, Enbyphobia, toxic parent, loving parent, Cussing.

Part 2

Readers POV

It wasn’t a surprise the angel and demon knew that you had a rough past, by the way you acted, you were always in defense mode, always had a scowl on your face trying to ward off any potential people who wanted to start a conversation or even make friends.

You always had bad experiences with making friends and decided to not make any at all, it scared you. You didn’t want friends because you have been betrayed or stabbed in the back (not literally) by people you thought you could trust.

Now here you are alone and broken with no one and nothing to help fix the problems that had broken you so many years ago.

“Dear?” A familiar voice softly called to you, you snapped out of your trance and looked up at the angel that stood in front of you. “Hmm?” You hummed back.

“Are you okay? You seemed to have spaced out.” Aziraphale sat next you, feeling your forehead. “I’m just thinking angel, about...things.” You sighed, you looked away from Azi not wanting to breakdown in front of him.

“Is it your past?” He asks.

Suddenly a tear slips down your face, you quietly slip out a sob, “I never wanted to hurt anyone, but people hurt me so I did it in retaliation. I was left alone to deal with my own problems, no help, no comfort, NO NOTHING, THATS WHY I HATE EVERYONE!” You yell the last part, crying.

“But not you or Crowley, I love you guys, it’s everyone else that’s a fucking dick.” You scowl at the floor, you didn’t want Aziraphale to worry but part of you wanted him to comfort you and tell you it was okay now. But the other was against all comfort.

You comforted yourself for years, you didn’t need anyone’s pity.

Two arms wrapped around you, stroking your hair, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “Stop it, I don’t need your pity.” You cry, but Aziraphale didn’t listen and kept comforting you, soon enough you just slumped in his arms and cried, eventually you fell asleep in his arms.

Aziraphale carried you upstairs and to his bed that fit him, you and Crowley.

You woke up 3 hours later, you looked around to find an empty room. You headed downstairs to see Crowley and Aziraphale talking quietly.

“Sweetheart, your awake, how do you feel?” Aziraphale asks. “Fine.” You said.

“Angel told me what happened, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to comfort you.” The demon took of his glasses.

You shrugged and sat down on the couch, “s’no big deal.” You glared at the demon.

“Of course it is! Your hurting and I wasn’t here to help you, love your in a bad headspace right now, your angry and sad, angel and I want to help you-“

“I DONE NEED YOUR HELP OR YOUR PITY! It’s a shame that I’m a fuck up yeah, but I don’t need anymore pity because I look like a fucking wreck.” You angrily cried.

You tried to punch the demon but Aziraphale quickly held you back by your arms, they knew that by now you were overwhelmed with your anger. “Let me go! I’ll fucking hurt you! Fuck off!” You practically growled the last part.

Crowley used a miracle to calm you down knowing you wouldn’t calm down on your own, soon enough you slumped in to the angels arms, crying.

“I just wanna be gone, I hate being a bad, angry person all the time, I didn’t ask to be this way, I didn’t ask to have mental problems, I just want it all to go away.” You whimper.

The boys were torn, they didn’t know what to do for their beloved, you were in so much pain and they couldn’t take it away, even with a million miracles.

You buried your face into Crowleys shirt mumbling and whimpering out apologizing about trying to punch him and saying F off to Aziraphale.

“Shh, love it’s alright we forgive you, you were just angry.” Crowley soothingly strokes your head all while Aziraphale gently rubs your hips in a comforting way.

All three of you sit there for 5 minutes before Crowley gently pulls away, “let’s go lay down love.”

“Head hurts bad.” You mumble. “I bet, come on sweetheart, I’ll give you something and then you can take a nap.” Aziraphale says.

A few minutes later your curled up on the couch with your head in Crowleys lap, and your legs on Aziraphales lap.

You were at peace for now, but there was no doubt more trouble was going to stir back up in the future.

But for now your going to enjoy the peace and quiet with your two celestial boyfriends.

A/N: I’ve worked in this for at least 3 months, I stopped for a while then remembered this was here and started again, now I’m finished!

#good omens #aziraphale x reader x crowley #aziraphale x reader #crowley x reader #aziraphale #crowley

[writingindistress]

I know this will probably get lost to never be read. But I hope that if someone comes across this post it's a person that needs to hear it.

Nothing, and I mean, nothing, will ever guarantee your sucess. It'a a matter of talent, hard work, and luck. As bad as it may sound, it doesn't matter how full of potential you are, if luck is not on your side there's nothing you can do about it. However, if this text has appeared in your page is because you may like reading, writing, thinking, creating and hopefully have a dream to fulfill, a goal to achieve. It's overwhelming to see how many people around want to pursue the same things as you do. There's no space for this many people to become succesful, it's imposible. You may even think you are late. You see all the people around and you keep wondering if there is actually something inside of you that can make you shine stronger or brighter. To make you stand out from the rest of hopless dreamers who have the same wish as you do.

I myself have thought of giving up. It's true. All those drowning thoughts have made me doubt to the point of not liking my own work. Have made me feel as if I were never going to improve. But thats far from truth. Yeah, as I said earlyer, luck is a major and undeniable factor in fame. Many talentfull people get lost through time and memory. The brightest ones can also be hidden. But never being recognised does not change the truth. Not being famous does not alter the universe. You are as good as you are, with or without the recognision. And if you doubt of the quality of your work, just remember that there's time to change and improve. It may not be what you want/expect right now, but it hasn't been for anyone in the beginning.

As a fact, there are many people who have become relevant or famous after death. You can not know if you will be the next one. Try and create. Fail and repeat. Do it one an another time untill your hands get old and wise because, only then, with or whithout fame, you will be all that you could be. Only if you do not give up.

I promess to keep trying.

Will you?

#writing #spilled thoughts #my words #motivatingwords #create #art #writer problems #thoughts #hope this helps

[so-much-nonsense]

the absolute enigma

what does it take? to be at peace. to get used to things. to not feel overwhelmed everytime you experience something mildly unusual. i am super tired of feeling, i wish i could stop. watching the vampire diaries now makes me so nostalgic and i wish i had a humanity switch to just fucking shut everything off. i know this lacks all kinds of context so ill get started on a few things. today i visited someone at the hospital. a specific someone who is the most important person in my life. its nothing serious but its the most serious thing. anyways, given that i have spent so much time in and around hospitals i couldnt help but assure myself that i am used to it and that its nothing new. well, turns out only one of those two things are correct. this is nothing new to me, i have been spending so much time at hospitals since i was 10. what and why can be ignore because the reasons vary vividly from very deadly surgeries to a simple token. the feeling of walking down the long and empty hallways that are dimly lit is the feeling i know like the back of my hand. looking at terminally ill humans and just walking away as my heart cripples is a yearning that comes to me as easily as blinking. BUT what i have realised today, is that no matter how many times i do this, i will never get used to this. everytime it is still a fresh, overwhelming experience. but what matters is that this person is fine and so am i. that is it. also i keep thinking about a lot of things, always, obviously. but recently ive been pondering upon how people keep changing a lot. like a lot of time i spend thinking about this is wasted daydreaming or sum shit. this is what haunts me. everything that happens inside my brain is never real enough for the world but to me its the closest to reality ive ever been. idk if i should listen to myself or literally everyone else. its also about how i never want to give up. like, tf?? will i ever be ready to give up? honestly, i dont think so. because i want this to change. i do want to give up on certain things, that is what will enable me to enjoy what i have right now. the yearning to grow and want and have more, the potential to be in possesion of the best, is simply disabling me from enjoying where i am at right now. i keep thinking about how i dont enjoy the things i have now and how i let all the experiences pass because i am hopeful that i will get to experience something better. i can tell that i am never completely present in any situation, i keep thinking i will have the best situations to be present in. heck, i shouldve already been there, i should be there now. but i am not. i am simply choosing to deny where i am right now because i am not where i want to be. it makes a lot of sense when put into words but i hate that for myself. i like to cherish every experience, low or high. but right now, all i can think is, i am commercially analysing this and im getting into all types of politics in my head. maybe the thoughts are isolating themselves to change my likes and dislikes because thats one way of grieving. i dont want this. i hate this. hence, i want to give up on my dreams. but can i ever? i really do not think soooo ughhhh. maybe thats because i keep thinking that my dreams are not really dreams, they are goals that can be achieved. and somewhere i know that if i try hard enough i will achieve them but i just dont know why im not putting in the effort. or just why i did not put the effort the first time. but fuck it. im gonna try again. what have i got to lose? where i am right now. i hate that possibility. ik its not the greatest place but there is something about this that just clicks with me. so, like i said, ill keep trying. lol. and... uh... yeah, thats pretty much it for now. REGARDLESS (the irony), what kanan said about existential crisis flows in my veins: give up your dreams, death is coming, lets party!!

[dodo-begone]

Wanna be Friends?

Pairing: Yandere!Purpled x Reader

Request: YOOO I SAW YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN THATS AWESOME. OK SO YOU DID SOME REALLY GREAT YANDERE TEENS HEADCANNONS RIGHT? HOW ABOUT A SORT OF CONTINUATION OF THAT BUT FOR PURPLED? CAUSE I FEEL LIKE HES OFTEN COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN OR OVERLOOKED SO TO HAVE Y/N AKNOWLEDGE HIM WOULD BE LIKE A DRUG TO HIM. OBVIOUSLY PLATONIC AND ALL BUT I FEEL LIKE THERES SO MUCH POTENTIAL WITH HIS CHARACTER. OK HAVE A GREAT DAY

Word count: 960 (just call it 1k)

Warning: yandere thinking

A/n: this wasn't as yan as i was hoping it'd be but,,, I just wanted to do it like this

Tommy had been yapping about this “new friend” of his. It was annoying. Well, Tommy could be annoying, but him repeatedly talking about this mystery person wasn’t helping his case. He talked about them so much that the others started to speculate who the person was.

Were they kind? Funny? Mean? Bossy? Were they super tall or short? A hybrid? Where were they from? How’d they meet Tommy of all people? And so many others. The questions just kept circling around and the answers warped whatever image the person was depicted as originally. Purpled wished that they hadn’t gotten so invested without actually knowing the person. Slowly the description became outlandishly horrific. Just the biggest monstrosity one could think of.

Weeks went by and the talk hadn’t slowed one bit. It was a staple conversation topic at this point. A very annoying and overused one, at that. Politely, he listened and gave some input on this person. All in a joking manner, of course. He hoped the others were doing the same, but he was disappointed when it seemed the opposite at times. But it was easy to ignore.

Then the fabled day came; Tommy’s new friend was coming to the smp. Everyone was on edge, excited to meet the newcomer. The talk about the new resident? Yeah that grew exponentially. That was the only topic that day. It was like nothing else existed.

Purpled could care less, though. He had things to do. Well “things”. Yes he wanted to meet this new person, but there was so much hype over them. It’d be rude to aid the others in overwhelming them. So he’d just sit on the sidelines, waiting for a chance to properly talk to them. They must be so tired after such a long journey.

He didn’t have to wait long to meet this person. Right beside Tommy was one of the sweetest-looking people he ever had the fortune of viewing. They were happy chatting, laughing loudly at some jokes (he thought they must’ve been jokes). All he could do was stare in awe, they looked so much better than what descriptions the others had made up. You looked over in his direction and gave him a sparkly smile and a wave. He must’ve been staring for too long, but he waved back nonetheless. His embarrassment had to be covered somehow.

Unfortunately for Purpled, it wouldn’t be so easy to hide his embarrassment. When he waved back, you broke off from Tommy’s side and made your way over to him. Internally he was sweating and screaming. He must’ve fucked up. You’re gonna think he’s such a creep for staring at you- shit you’re almost here.

“Hey there,” you smile wider, eyes sparkling from excitement. “Your purple jacket looks really nice. Who are you? You look super cool.”

Honestly he was not expecting an introduction like that. Starting off about his hoodie was a polite conversation starter, but it just felt odd. Yet you look so excited about talking to him. “My name’s Purpled,” he replied. “What’s your name?”

“My name,” they parrot, pointing to themselves. Purpled nods, and they had the audacity to look shocked. It was cute, and the action made him laugh. They laughed along with them. “Well my name is-”

“What’re you doing?!” Low and behold, here comes the party-pooper, Tomminnit himself. Tommy somehow managed to combine stomping and sprinting together, rushing his way back to your side. His loud voice startled you, making you jump and turn toward the sudden intrusion. Moments later Tommy stops by your side, giving a glare to Purpled before addressing you. “I thought you wanted a tour of them smp?”

“I do,” you give him a nervous smile. Why would you be nervous of Tommy if you two were friends? That didn’t sit right with him. “I just saw this guy, Purpled, and I kinda got distracted. I just wanted to talk to him-”

“Oh come on” Tommy was exasperated by your inattentiveness. “You said that you wouldn’t get distracted again!”

“I didn’t mean to,” you tried to defend yourself, yet your defense was covered by Tommy’s fucking voice.

“You also said that last time. You couldn’t live a day without me, I swear. Don’t worry, the great Tommy will watch out for you. Now come on, let’s continue the grand tour!” Tommy didn’t even finish his sentence before he was dragging you away by the wrist.

Stumbling over your feet trying to keep up with the tall brit, you look back towards Purpled. You give an apologetic smile along with a wave goodbye. Once you were pulled away from sight, specifically around a corner, Purpled started to ponder about the short interaction you shared.

Your actions were so endearing; you got so excited and invested in something so quickly that you just had to investigate. Yes that could lead you into danger here, but that could be easily taken care of. He could just protect you. Not only were you so curious and accepting, but you smiled the entire time. It was a small action, an insignificant one at that, but it made him feel loved. All of your attention was focused on him the entire time. If it wasn’t, then it was for a short time before being solely focused on him again.

Looking back at the corner you disappeared behind, he let his thoughts wander further. You were such a nice person, a rarity on the smp. But only time would tell if your actions were a facade. He wished they weren’t but that’s the reality of the situation. Yet he was so excited for what the future held for you two.

He could just sense it; you two were going to be best friends.

#tw: yandere #c: purpled #dodo writing #mcyt shipping #dsmp shipping #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #purpled x reader #dsmp!purpled #x reader #yandere #yandere purpled #yandere purpled x reader #c: tommy

[niskoo]

[02:00]

pairing: lee heeseung x reader

genre: angst, fluff, ....hurt comfort? idk

warnings: poor descriptions of a panic attack because i completely forgot what its like

word count: 1.3k words

a/n: hi hi!! this was (a bit late Jfbsjn) a request from @wonvelvet (thank you so much for requesting!! i love your writing <33) ALSO IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FLUFF BUT IDK HOW IT TURNED INTO THIS HAHA IM SORRY IT MIGHT BE RUSHED </333

networks: @enhypennetwork

For your whole life, numbers and brains defined you. At least, you thought it did. That’s just how your parents raised you, around exams and exams and education. Never have they at least considered your feelings. And neither did you.

Until you got to college and met the boy who accidentally spilled paint on your shoes, the boy who felt bad and quickly apologized, the boy who promised to exchange them for something. You thought it was simply silly, how could be so worked up over a pair of sneakers?

And as he took you out for a small treat ar a bakery, for the first time in your life, he asked for what you wanted. You furrowed your brows at this, claiming it was just pastries and he could pick anything out.

And as you took a bite in the donut, you observed as the boy’s expressions changed as he smiled in what seemed like pure bliss. You asked him why he was so happy, but you really didn’t expect for him to make a whole speech of why donuts bring the heavens down to earth.

You felt something there, you wanted to smile at his small presentation, you wanted to join in and ramble nonsense about a pastry.

Lee Heeseung brought colors to your life. Not long after the first bakery date, he asked you on a real one, where he would dress up and actually pick you up and all that jazz.

And now here you are, a year later, staying in the same apartment.

It was crazy, how he actually brought feeling into your life, when you were completely unaware of how much more you could enjoy life, instead of looking at numbers and meaningless information you probably wouldn’t use in the future.

Most of your experience with your boyfriend was happy. Most.

Now wasn’t one of those times.

Now was one of those rare times where you would find numbers and worksheets so difficult, where you would struggle and want to give up.

It was simply too much. Too many assignments, exams, projects, too much work.

You stare blankly at the open document in front of you, fingers hovering over the keyboard, grazing over the keys. You’ve been at it for hours now, typing potential pieces, before deleting it after realizing how ridiculous it sounded. You’ve never had such a hard time doing an assignment.

The white screen of your laptop practically glares at you, the two paragraphs of nonsense screaming how pathetic and useless you were.

You grunt, and quickly shut your computer down, slamming it shut. There’s a migraine grazing your mind, tired of staring into a bright screen for too long.

You trudge lazily onto the bed, patting the sheets, before plopping in next to your boyfriend with a groan.

Heeseung instantly wakes up at the dip of the bed, turning around to greet you. “Hey, you done with the report?” You stick your head back up from the pillow, shaking your head with a deep frown. Heeseung chuckles lightly at your response, nodding, before pulling you closer to him and under the blanket. “It’s okay, you can finish it later.”

You find yourself instantly dozing off in Heeseung’s embrace, sighing in bliss, before nuzzling your face into his neck, humming in agreement.

You don’t think about the unfinished document sitting on the study table, only about your boyfriend’s featherlight touch and light kisses on your hairline.

Though, a few hours after sleeping, you do find yourself suddenly awake, a deep heavy feeling in your chest. You sit up from Heeseung’s hold, eyes instantly trailing to your laptop on the study table. A sudden feeling of nausea and anxiety floods your body when you realize you had not even done half of your report.

Feeling overwhelmed, you crawl out of bed, hands shaking and footsteps slow as you approach your laptop. Your breaths soon grow shaky as well, as you open your computer and see all the reminders of all the assignments and exams you have yet to come.

Your eyes burn as you read through the list, the anxiousness spreading throughout your body in an overwhelmingly fast pace, thoughts of how you’re gonna fail clouding your mind. You step away from your laptop, stepping back, hands finding themselves shaking and holding onto the back of your head.

You’ve only had a panic attack around 2 times in your life, and every time you force yourself to focus on your breathing, just like father had said, but now all thats hazing and filling your mind is how much things you have undone, how much of a failure you are, how weak you can be.

Soon, soft sobs the air, tears smearing your face messily as you shut your eyes and focus on your thoughts, and your thoughts only.

You’re a failure. You can’t get anything done. You have so much to do. Why are you so weak? Why can’t you fulfill mother and father’s expectations? Why do you have to be so pathetic?

You don’t realize your boyfriend quickly getting out of bed at the sound of your sobs, rushing to hold your hands in his as he kneels in front of you.

“Hey, hey,” he mumbles, placing a hand on your cheek. You jolt at the touch, finally realizing Heeseung in front of you, a worried expression twisting his face. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You try to focus on his question.

Why are you worked up?

Your eyes trail to your open laptop on the table, blinking at the brightness. And then, you remember.

Quickly, you suck in a sob, attempting to stand up and walk to your laptop to finish everything, but a soft grab at your hand tugs you back gently, causing you to bump into Heeseung’s chest.

“Hey, no no, look at me. Y/n, please look at me.” Your blurry vision turns to him, his gaze, glazing with pure worry. You try to blink your tears away, only to have them fall down your cheeks. Heeseung instantly reaches up to brush them away with his thumb, caressing your cheek dearly. “You’re okay now, I promise. You’re with me.”

Heeseung, the boy who makes noodles for you when you stay up to do an assignment, the person who makes sure you get enough sleep, the first person who comforts you, the only person who cared for your feelings. Your breaths finally steady, mind focusing only on Heeseung, his soft gaze, furrowed eyebrows, gentle voice, even gentler touch, god how you would end up dead without him.

“You’re okay, everything is fine.”

Your eyes seem to long for something more than that from him, blinking up with a certain gloss that tugs on his heartstrings. As if to read your mind, your eyes, Heeseung tugs you closer to him, hands now caging your cheeks in his palms.

Heeseung takes your hands in his once more, sticking your palm out in front of him. He presses his own large palms against yours, aligning your fingers together. Your heart softens, softly linking your fingers together softly. His hands felt warm, comforting, as if to reassure you that he’s there for you, that he validates you and cares for you.

“You’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you. Can you tell me what’s wrong now, baby?”

You tell him what’s wrong, you tell him of your never ending stress of that week, sniffling softly every time you remember all your unfinished works. He reassures you that your own mental health matters much more, reassures you that you’re not pathetic, or weak, or a failure, but it’s human to not be able to handle so much.

Lee Heeseung, who painted your shoes and your life, who brought you pure happiness and comfort, you don’t think you could ever live a proper life without him.

A week later, 2 of your essays have an extended due date, you actually pass your exams, and best of all, you’re at a bakery, eating and talking nonsense about donuts bringing heaven down to earth with the only person who ever made you feel validated.

#enhypennetwork #lee heeseung #lee heeseung imagines #lee heeseung fluff #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung scenarios #lee heeseung blurbs #lee heeseung drabbles #lee heeseung angst #enhypen #enhypen imgaines #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen blurbs #enhypen drabbles #enhypen angst

[pinkpruneclodwolf]

*repeatedly bangs pots and pans* PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT CHAPTER 6 TALK TO ME ABOUT YUU'S DYNAMIC ABOUT THE OTHER FIRST YEARS PLEASE JUST TALK TO ME ABOUT YUU AND CO AND THEIR DYNAMICS AND WHEN THEY WHEN YUU, YUU'S GROWTH AND---- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Okay but with all jokes aside I feel you on that note. While yeah, Im a hardcore found-family trope person I wouldn't say that Adeuce+The ramshackle duo are that since by putting that up it kinda seems disingenuous to what they are ig?? I dunno its just that to me the four of them are not like that because they are more than that IG??? Bc like yeah, Yuu will leave and the they might/will grow apart once the journey ends, neither of them could ever forget one another yknow what i mean????

FNDJFSK They give me so much emotion that they easily overwhelm me, ask me about any of them and I will take a long ass time to reply and thats on god jhdfsjdfh im so sorry for the incoherent bullshit you have to read jhdfhjdfhd anyways pls gib ur thoughts about Them in general pls They never get talked about as much as they deserve to be. Thank u for ur service in advance jhhsdajdsajd

I tear up thinking about the fact that Yuu will eventually return and just leave the twst behinfdduwb—

Like the emotional damage i give myself realizing that with Chap 6 being out, Grim's OB scare..... It's wrapping up and my chest hurts. I already know the amount of fanfic fix-it's about the Adeuyuu are going to be in abundance,,,,,

I'm already incurring emotional damages—

You know HxH where Gon and Killua become friends but that friendship ends up with Killua playing clean up and after Gon's recovery he admits that he wants to "restart" but still stay friends?

I think of Ace as Killua at the end of his journey if you catch my drift???

Like he's def the type to call you out—yOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MANY FANFICS IVE READ WHERE ACE IS PAINTED AS THE VILLIAN WHEN HE SAID THAT A MEASLY APOLOGY MEANS NOTHING OR WHEN HE CALLED OUT TREY LIKE OMG—

He's the realest and I'm tired of pretending he's not??? Especially when he punched Riddle for talking his shit about Yuu? Chefs kiss that boy might be sneaky as shit but he calls it like it is.

I think with Deuce there comes the problem of him kinda being a follower? What i mean by this is in every gang there's always a leader, and Yuu just so happens to be that leader—if you get what I mean—

Then his idea of model student always following the code and you see where things could go left—he's Killua cleaning up after Gon basically, yeah he can put his foot down but as long as Yuu remains neutral why would he?

He wasn't the one to strike Riddle, Ace was. Of course people could justify this by saying that Ace is more volatile (?) Or that Ace was high on emotion,

Yet, Deuce was the one who wanted to deliver a right hook until Crowley stated that he couldn't because the battle was a test of magic.

You catch my drift???

I genuinely believe that if Deuce was in the leader role he wouldn't take shit from Ace, Grim, or Yuu (because at 14 he was running a gang of 30+ members) however, with this new change and Yuu being the leader he's more reluctant— he'll make a passing comment but thats about it.

He's Trey but with a more violent side (Floyd if he was trying to be a better person) is what I mean.

I fuck with Grim heavy but I'd def fight him over a pack of noodles because he's a lil food thief— Grim's (and, by proxy Yuu) development is very slow compared to Adeuce, no one really challenges him on being "A Great Magician" which I think ties into NRC and the entire student body all, secretly, wanting to be revered as well its more of a matter of who's overt and who isn't, who has the skill and potential, and who doesn't.

You catch my drift?

I also believe that Grim is somewhat enabled by the cast (yes, he gets teased but thats about it) especially Yuu, since they always clean up after him— Ace even has a voiceline telling Yuu that Grim has gotten himself in trouble (with a student or teacher)

Him being separated from Yuu after harming them allows growth— beans day event, when Cater mentions that Malleus would bring too much attention Grim says that he should be mindful as well.

Yuu is def Gon in the sense that they have Deuce to clean up after them, but also Killua in the sense that they clean up after Grim (and Adeuce in Chap 3)

An interesting dynamic if you've watched HxH.

Which is why I love their dynamic and I want to see how they grow!!!!

Def the best show of friends in twst considering Trey and Riddle, Azul and the Leeches, and Rook and Vil—I'd even say they're the healthiest friendship in NRC and Sebek, Jack, and Epel gravitate to that.

#twst #twisted wonderland #@hiraya manwari #deuce spade #twst grim #ace trappola #scream into the void and i'll answer

[ringmyheart]

Can I request Vin Jin boyfriend headcanons and some fluff? (You don't have to force yourself)

(This and the other vin jin rq were merged!)

Honestly the way I see it, it doesn’t matter if you’re a very calm person or outgoing person. No matter what this relationship is gonna end up being considerably chaotic

He ropes you into everything he does. Doesn’t matter if u r a design student or an architecture student or if ur on the opposite side of the school from him, u r practically in his class. Dating him is like signing a contract sealing away ur own life bc he makes it a point to be ALWAYS w u

In class he doesn’t gaf if the teacher has ur seat on the other end of class, he is somehow finding a way to sit next to u against ur will or not. And when the teacher moves u two away from eachother INTENTIONALLY bc of this, he is threatening whoever happened to sit next to u to trade seats w him. He will go as far as to dress up as them to make it look like they’re them to be next to u and he’s so dramatic ab it.... being away from u felt like u were star crossed lovers whom the world was fiercely against

And if UR against this cuz ur tired of getting in trouble in class, or if you reject any of his advances, he’s gonna be really, really, really offended. He will at first sputter and be kinda shy and embarrassed about it, before he goes “fine! Have fun on your own without me, the greatest thing in your fucking life!”

He move seats back and will glare at you periodically every five minutes to pavlov dog you so that every five minutes every day, even when he’s not there, you feel the burning stare of vin jin

If you’re his s/o, he’ll buy you a matching pair of sunglasses so ur the freshest looking couple around Seoul (they’re hideous and thick but he thinks u look fly)

The glasses don’t have nearly as many layers as his does for himself so u can see, and u wonder how he managed to make them just as bulky and if he did it on purpose to sabotage u. Like “did u make my glasses purposefully ugly so no one else will want me?”

U have to dodge a punch after saying anything like that ab his fashion decisions LMAOAO

He’s rlly proud of u two matching. With the glasses and anything in general. He’ll make you wear a jacket matching his, or the same shoes and he will stop people in the hall and be like “wait. Notice anything cool ab us today?? Cooler than normal??”

And when they don’t respond he boasts “that’s right!! Me and my other half r matching. Look at us and weep, losers.” He thinks u two look so good....... if ur enthusiastic ab wearing matching things too he is elated u have to pray that tomorrow he won’t show up w another “if lost return to Vin Jin” “I’m Vin Jin” pair of jackets or anything of the like bc it happens SO OFTEN

And on the topic of sharing when it’s cold he likes to share jackets and blankets w u. Ur desks r moved by eachother by vin jin himself and u two share one blanket over u and shiver bc he just likes it, sharing w u plus he’s slightly warmer. And yes if you guys had indivizual blankets you would be warmer, but u guys have to struggle together he doesn’t care what anyone says (yes even ur protests ur sharing that one blanket wether he has to wrap it around u himself and tear up the one u brought on ur own or what”

He is so blind in love that he cannot tell when u guys suck at stuff. Like if ur in the wrong he doesnt care ur RIGHT and he’s taking that to the grave. He can belittle u and call u out but if someone else says ur in the wrong it’s on sight

Will die protecting ur name even when ur the one who was genuinely wrong

He forces u to make a beat for him to rap to. He loves rapping and wants to enjoy it w u, so ur forcefed YouTube videos of how to beatbox so u can be his bgm and eventually u probably just start to enjoy it to

And u always start a beat and he starts busting out rhymes and it’s SO BAD. It doesn’t matter if ur good at beatboxing if vin Jin is on the track w u it’s gonna sound terrible he brings the quality down immensely but u two just cannot tell

Like after a two session ur like “omg... that was so good. We should go pro?” “Fuck yea we should we’re better than those posers” “we could rlly make it in the industry fr” no u absolutely could not

During the school festival, u sang with him and it was SO bad. Half the crowd is gonna have 2 be hospitalized but u two had FUN up on the stage

Like I said, he has absolute faith in u. All u do is right. If ur driving a car for the first time, he is going to be ur little hype man doesn’t matter if u suck. U hit a curb and he went “YES babe!! Ur killing it cant wait till u hit the road bby” Ur not allowed to touch a car for the next two years now bc he kept cheering u on when u we’re doing CLEARLY wrong things

On a plane u r looking for the bathroom like pensively and u see a handle and look back and r like “is this it???” And vin jin thinking u r all righteous will go “yea babe go for it” and u open it and u depressurizate the cabin immediately

Now both on like 5 no fly lists

He loves to do things with u, like I mentioned earlier, and things he wouldn’t do alone he’ll do w u. Like drawing alone?? Boring. Drawing w Y/N??!!! Who knows what could happen..... so much fun could ensue. Maybe he will draw u cutely. Maybe he will draw u so ugly u will be forced to engage in a fight.

He likes to play just dance w u and compete for the “greats/all star!” Little titles above, and it becomes like a Friday night ritual for u two to turn just dance on and just go at it. But sometimes he’ll get too intense and suddenly he’s actually fighting for the chance to beat u. Will trip u so u lose on purpose

He makes u listen to him sing and rap to u. And u try to leave and he hugs tightly and is like LISTEN IFS FOR U, DONT BE UNGRATEFUL and now u have to listen

He makes u a mixtape of songs he made himself and they are all considerably worse than “remember the times we had”. It’s uploaded on SoundCloud and all the comments r hate and u listen to it a lot bc u know he loves u sm he made u a mixtape ya ur gonna play that but everyone else hates it w a passion

Like the comments r like:

Daniel: well.... it’s definitely a song 😅 I’m glad you love (y/n) so much!

Duke: he’s not making it out the hood 😐

Zach: never let this man in a studio AGAIN

Mary: this should’ve stayed in the CD

(Y/N): love it! 😍

Zoe: kill your producer 💀

Mira: ...

He’s overprotective too

If someone looks at u for more than a second he’ll go “what?? U think she is hot, huh? I’ll kick ur ass fucking perv.... cmon babe let’s go”

Will throw his arm around u and streer u the opposite way of any potentially good looking ppl to keep ur eyes on him

Oh Daniel is coming?? What a coincidence u and vin Jin suddenly have to turn the corner to the other way of ur classroom for some reason

Eli is near?!!! Oh no u just got milk spilt in ur eye!! Oh no now he has to wipe ur eyes and u two have to leave the cafeteria whatever will he do

It’s not that he doesn’t have faith in u, he doesn’t have faith in other men. Like he thinks they r all competition, and doesn’t doubt ur loyalty rather doubts how good he can b for u

WILL beat someone up for u. If someone smokes while ur around suddenly his fists r swinging at them cuz even if u smoke or vape urself no one else can get that stuff in ur lungs but YOU or HIM!!

If ur crossing the street and a car almost hits u, it’s the cars fault and he’s kicking the license plate and cursing it out for almost touching u “stupid fucking piece of metal”

Is the type of boyfriend to call u when he knows ur in an Uber and be like “babe u got ur gun w u right?? Oh don’t forget ur BOMB and ur MACHETE!! Yeah just left the house I killed some ppl nbd haha anyways HRU what’s ur Uber driver like” so the driver of ur car won’t even think ab kidnapping u. He has got ur back even when u do not want it

He doesn’t want u to see his eyes, so he’ll tell you to look away so he can take his glasses off and look at u in full color in all ur glory but he never tells u WHY he’s telling u to look away u think it’s a weird thing of his, or he’s insecure ab his face which is partially true but really he’s taking his glasses off and just looking at u. Adoringly.....

He hates PDA. He loves PDA. Do u see his dilemma

Like he loves PDA but doesn’t want anyone seeing him vulnerable even u.... so he’ll hold ur hand and be like “EWWW WHAT R U DOING GET YR HAND OFF MINE”

If u take the lead THATS best bc he can blame it on u and it’s ur fault he HAS to lock fingers w u cuz u did it to him first and he has an excuse to touch u and v like u started this im just sending u ur own energy back 😤

The type to be just like blind, overwhelmed in love. Always thinks ab u, always wants to be w u, worries ab u a lot and frets over u without showing it.... he hates it and loves it to death. Despises it but wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world

Eats lunch w u in the cafeteria and if u sit w someone else u r the ultimate traitor and he will trash talk u to hide his hurt to Mary the entire lunchtime. Kinda possessive.... wants u to also only think about him

WOULDNT EVER fight u for real. Play fights occur VERY often, like pillow fights, tripping ur foot when u say a joke insulting him, grabbing ur collar but he would sooner die than lay a finger on u

Verbal fights happen a lot and if he ever like LOSES it he may lash out and almost hit u and follow thru. I don’t think he’d be able to catch himself that quickly, and if he ever did he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Literally until the day dies he will take it to his grave

He may not sputter out apologieswill just look at u incredulously and then at his hands because what had he done? What did he just do? To you???????? (Y/n))))?????? His (y/n)??? Light of his life?

Will apologize probably over text or through a note or call, and if u don’t respond he is consumed by regret and tries to find u instantly like runs back to ur place

If u forgive him he feels bad still, because does he deserve it? And he might just isolate himself for a bit bc he can’t face u and if it left a scar he is dead inside. It kills him, literally

I could go on w this but I’ll probably save it for another separate pair of hcs later 😭

If u guys ever break up he will fight for u again and won’t stop till ur back together like flowers in ur locker every day, chocolate give during lunch, etc. He wont ever give up hope that he can win u over again and be w u again. He would keep trying, when he wakes up his first thought is ur name in a cold panic bc he can’t rest easy till ur his again and he will try and show off and poorly serenade u and trash his price and be corny and cheesy to get u back

Will set up a performance w the school to let him rap w a mic during lunch for u and he’s saying bars like “(read in bad rapping voice w inconsistent beat) (y/n), love of my life, uh, without you I’d die, uh. Please won’t you take me back? Yuh, without you ima have a heart attack. (Wha!). (Y/n), love of my life, yeah, without you I’m in strife, yup! Please be mine again, (babe), I can never rest till then.”

If the embarrassment doesn’t make u take him back so he’ll pls stop, and when he stands up on the lunch tables to do a little performance doesn’t do it either, then the odd sincerity of his voice and pain in his look (even tho while rapping he sticks out his lower lip in a weird pout) definitely, hopefully will

U make everything worth it !! Truly the light of his life

I hope these were what u wanted, I just had fun w them and wrote stuff that came off the top of my head when I thought of VJ!! ❤️

[limitless-shadows]

Picking up gofushi crumbs from the manga pt. 3

Disclaimer: Beware of anime/manga/fanbook/light novel spoilers. This is just me commenting on the manga with the lenses of a gofushi fan. So... it’s just my opinion.

This section runs from chapter 26 to 79.

About character developments, gofushi first meeting, “Oh, nothing <3″, and others.

[Chapter 26]

Bless Yuuji’s imagination creating gofushi material LOL

[Chapter 32]

Megumi’s disappointed and nonchalant face when others connect “that moron” to Gojou www :surprisedpikachu: it’s even more funny when it’s Megumi who says that.

[Chapter 33]

Megumi being sharp at noticing changes in Yuuji. If he’s that keen, would he have sensed anything different on Gojou after Getou’s death?

[Chapter 45]

“You really can tell even with that guy’s drawing” Dang it, now I have to add great artist to my list of type standards.

Well, Gojou can do almost anything as stated in the fanbook, so it shouldn’t be a surprise that he can communicate well with art as a medium. Ack, is that why Nobara said he had high standards.

I like how fast Megumi is able to dial Gojou’s number here www

[Chapter 55]

If Megumi never tells them anything, what do they think about the gofushi dynamic? Domestic feeling? lolol

Especially Yuuji, who can be perceptive (when he noticed that Junpei was being bothered by his teacher).

[Chapter 56]

Knowing Gojou’s schedule again.

[Chapter 58]

Aaah it implies that Megumi doesn’t usually ask Gojou to train him :(

"Is it that annoying? To ask me?"

...either doesnt want to ask him because he is annoying and/or because he doesn’t want to feel more indebted to him ;-;

I like the face that Gojou makes here haha like: eeeeh~ why is that? what’s wrong that you don’t want to ask me

Did Gojou realize Megumi’s self sacrificing tendencies from just the bunt? or did that already confirm previous suspicions? I liked the anime adaptation of it~

Of course Gojou would be so angry at that that his finger flick made Megumi's forehead bleed. Megumi who isn't growing up in the correct way to be strong enough as was asked from Gojou during their first meeting:

“You better get strong, don’t get left behind.”

And also Megumi throwing away his life in such a manner after Gojou protects him so much ;-; Gojou knows Megumi has plenty of potential but isn’t tapping on it effectively. Disappointment.

Then follows it up by asking him to be selfish so he can grow up strong (it's ok to ask your sensei for training! ;-;). Megumi freeing himself from the chains that bind him to a lesser self valuing is such an amazing character development.

Adding to it is that this flashback was used as the base for Megumi’s change aaaah

I also wanted to add that Ep23 was released 1-2 days before this post and it was such a great adaptation of this chapter with the sunset, the shadows and if that wasnt enough gofushi food, they went with the jujusanpo and and violinteacherhomewreckersformationbgaaah

what is formation a??? or c??? the gofushi interpretation of megumi’s gomeeeeeeeen?andsorrythatepisodewastoogoodImenjoyingthenewgofushiviolinarts

[Chapter 59]

A suspicious dude with white hair who is tactless.

Yaaay way to go with first impressions :D It's funny how Gojou hasn't changed and is still disrespectful in his speech XD

[Chapter 79]

Gojou guessing that Megumi already manifested his cursed technique...

While the fanbook said that he wanted to recruit a talented person, I also fancy believing that Gojou didn’t want Megumi to grow up under a harsh Zen’in training.

Ah. I like how Gojou kneeled down to talk to him about his father’s death. Imagine a 190+ cm tall stranger coming to you, a 6 year old, and telling you from that high up that he killed your father lololol

At this height, Gojou is near Megumi’s stature or at least close to seeing him eye to eye. That pose is also less threatening and even seems childish in Gojou manner lolol but that’s sometimes how Gojou approaches serious things: in a joking way.

Gojou has such a similar reaction where he doesn't say what he is thinking directly, but masks it. In the chapter where Todou says that they should continue with the exchange event, he questions Todou’s age XD and here he asks if he really is a first grader.

That right panel tho... what was going through his mind in that moment? Surprise? Pity? This kid is not normal.

Akutami-sensei Q&A mentioned that the one to tell Megumi about his father was going to be Gojou... and I wonder how it’s going to go? also, Gojou getting out of the box? aaa-

I wonder how it must have felt for Megumi... when the suspicious dude with white hair actually did take care of things. The fanbook with the following Q&A for Fushiguro:

Q: How did he become so insightful?

A: Maybe it's because he has negative thinking and doesn't just trust people.

Source: JJK Official Fanbook (fan translation)

Oof, his own upbringing made him like that. Especially with how he regards himself...

When it says that he “doesn’t just trust people”, Megumi then probably didn’t expect much from Gojou after their first meeting and is surprised when Gojou comes back :(

His father and mother leaving him, but Gojou coming back... although the situation doesn’t get better when later on Tsumiki goes into a coma and Gojou is sealed...

He will take care of things after a hehe~  ;-; 

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Oh, yeah and:

Q: Has he known Maki and Mai even before entering the school?

A: Yes. When Gojo was working on Megumi and the Zenin clan issue, he took him to the Zenin house, so I think that's when they first met.

source: JJK Official Fanbook (fan translation) (same as above)

Seems like the Zen’in house is in Kyoto? Because of Maki and Mai’s birthplace not to mention Naoya’s kansai dialect. So... did they go on a trip to Kyoto? :D

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Then, Gojou counting on shotagumi to work extra hard.... so he can be strong ;-; and maybe become part of his nakama group to change Jujutsu's society huhuhu

On the topic about being granted a choice, I only came to realize it after reading this excellent work, Close Your Eyes (To See) it’s a lovely soulmate fanfic, please consider reading it if you haven’t ^^. Megumi usually goes on about unfairness randomly granted on people, so to be given a choice about going to the Zen’ins or not is quite big. Particularly when it comes to how the Zen’ins would have treated Tsumiki, a non sorcerer. It’s too good.

The look when he says that ;-; counting on Megumi to get strong enough to rival Gojou? Then Gojou wouldn’t be the only one going against the conservative higher ups.

When Gojou closes his eyes, it seems to convey regret/resolution where he sets in motion his plan to reform the Jujutsu society so that no more sorcerers go stray or overwhelmed by duties following a rigid doctrine ;-; as if preventing them becoming like Getou. And thats so aaah because while I knew what Gojou's wish was, I didn't know the why behind it, and that would be a great reason. Megumi has been with Gojou since the start (or near the beginning of it), so it’s even more beautiful.

That transition from closed to eyes to the present where the 1st year trio wakes him up. Was he recalling all those events during the nap?

I- I just love Megumi's pouty face here. But it's still not that angry looking, more like, he is used to it (as always). Then my gofushi brain telling me that there is a hint of concern in Megumi's look- its almost affectionate. Could it be concern because he is worried about how much sleep he gets.

About Gojou’s sleep:

Q: How many hours does he sleep?

A: Seems like only for a short while.

source: JJK Official Fanbook (fan translation)

And Megumi being aware of his tendency to eat sweet things:

“When he’s busy, Gojou-sensei tend to eat more sweets like these, after all…”

source: JJK First Light Novel - Chapter 1 (fan translation)

aaaaaaaaaaah

Gojou lifting his blindfold to look at Megumi with his left eye because Megumi is on his left side.

Wait... it’s the same left eye from the second opening of the first season.... is that a hint.

The legendary “Oh, nothing <3″ with the heart~

Is he being fond of Megumi because of dreaming about their first encounter or because Megumi did get strong, or, or, both of those. aaaah what if it was from recalling everything that happened in the 9 years they've known each other? Calm down! Probably because he got strong comrades now! ;-; i-it’s not just because of Megumi! ...but I like how he has his body turned to Megumi only...

It's a "Megumi has been with him all this time (9 years) while he is trying to achieve his dream and he became this strong"

They... they just look so good together ;-; my gofushi feelings... Chapter 79 is special grade.

[Part 4]

#gofushi #五伏 #self indulgent #re-reading jjk with gofushi lenses

[hysokaz]

why did hisoka not kill gon in zevil island?

he wanted to see gon grow. he even said so himself, he wants to see gon grow into an opponent worth killing. but we all know that.

he wants to see gon grow stronger so that he will reach a level where he feels he can fight him and get a good match out of it. but thats a boring answer. i think that hisoka didnt kill gon in zevil island, despite the fact that gon was down and paralyzed, because he respected gon in that moment.

hisoka doesnt really have "respect" for a lot of people. or things. i think his respect can go hand in hand with if he wants to fight someone or not. does hisoka mind killing, or fighting? of course not, but theres a difference between him not minding and him WANTING to kill/fight. you have to impress him or at least do something that makes him reasonably think that youre "worthy" of fighting him. some people he respects include illumi, chrollo, machi, etc. anyone who he would REALLY like to fight some day. i dont think he respected gon in the beginning of the exams; i think he thought it would be fun to fight gon, but i dont think he thought it would be any time soon that the urge to fight him would pop up.

the start of his respect, and urge to fight gon grew the second that he saw gon with his own badge in hand.

so why does this matter?

because the respect gon gained from hisoka kept him alive.

i think its interesting to compare the way hisoka views targets he doesnt MIND fighting and targets he WANTS to fight, aka, respects. agon, the bird-looking guy who he kills, was nothing to hisoka. hisoka was in a trance when he killed him, gon even said that hisoka wouldve just killed anyone he saw. when hisoka killed agon it was quick, and hisoka let agons body fall without a second glance. in fact, the next thing he does is a clear indicator of the way he views the people he respects. he drops EVERYTHING, in quiet shock, to look for the person that ripped the badge of his chest. you know its shock because hisoka places his hand on his chest, where his badge had been, to see if it truly was gone. its enough of a shock for him to completely snap out of his bloodlust trance and to focus all of his attention to the person who took them down.

gon

and when he saw gon, what was his reaction? he was happy.

gon is special, in a way. hisoka saw potential in gon, but he didnt seem to care too much for him. it was enough to make an impression, though. that impression instantly grew once he saw gon was the one to take his badge; he realised that gon truly would grow into an opponent worthy of killing.

it almost seems like hisoka WAS going to kill gon at first, the way he reacted after spotting him, but i can GUARANTEE you he wasnt. hisoka was no longer in a trance once he saw gon, he was completetly calm and in his sound mind (as much as that counts). hisoka approaches gon, or at least begins to, calmly and quietly. he visibly shows himself stepping towards gon, he doesnt try to go quick before gon can react, in fact, he waits for gon to get over his startlement before approaching. gon, still scared for his life (for good reason) ran away. but i can still guarantee that he wasnt in a trance even without him not physically being on the screen-- all of it revolves around geretta. he kills geretta quietly, gon doesnt even know hisoka kills geretta until after it happens. hisoka is careful, collected, and assassinates him without a sound. had hisoka been in a trance he wouldve been running to kill gon, and that wouldve made geretta hear him and it wouldnt have been such an easy kill; when hisoka is in a trance, he doesnt care who sees him-- hes so overwhelmed by his own bloodlust to not sense the presence of others. theres no reasonable way that hisoka wouldve calmly approached geretta if he was truly in an urge to kill gon, therefore he didnt want to kill gon.

hisoka is not too... prideful. i wouldnt use the word to describe him at least. its not like he wakes up in the morning to admire himself, hes never said something that leads me to believe he even tells himself hes strong. i dont know how to explain it, but hisoka doesnt NEED to tell himself that hes strong; hes confident, but hes not vain. i would only ever call him overconfident when bloodlust gets to his head-- but when that happens, hisoka plain cant THINK, so i dont think its too far to use that. the only counterargument against this that i can think of is the way he is with chrollo, but i havent thought much about their relationship and i dont want to bring that up now. what im trying to say is that hisoka couldve honestly given less of a shit if he lost his own badge. it wouldnt mean anything to him so long he could still win. but hes not stupid, he knows the value of a badge. the knows the value that gaining an opponents badge would mean to someone, i think he wouldnt exactly KNOW know but i think he would have a hunch that it WOULD mean something to gon.

so i think that hisoka giving gon his badge would be a sign of respect, as well. he COULDVE taken all the badges he needed, he COULDVE just let gon be, but instead he went out of his way to gift gon his badge. this wasnt mockery, like gon took it. it was a sign of respect, because hisoka WANTS gon to pass. he knows hes going to be fine even if he has to get 3 more cards and gives his own to gon so that he may pass. its the thing that sparked my analysis, it was CLEAR that it was a sign of respect.

i have one more argument. believe it or not, knocking down gon was another sign of respect. while yes it brought gon to a very low point, hisoka didnt mean for that to happen. him knocking gon down was mercy, in hisokas eyes. he obviously doesnt want gon to not pass, its obvious. another sign is that geretta is killed. hisoka couldve let gon deal with it, i mean geretta didnt give a lethal dose, but hisoka didnt let that happen. he dropped his badge and left it with gon, and ran off with gerettas. if gon passed and if he passed, he was fine with that.

its all respect. he has enough respect for gon to want him to live (for now) and pass.

so why did hisoka not kill gon in zevil island when he had every chance? he had too much respect for gon to do it.

#hxh #hxh meta #gon freecss #hisoka morow #ik i got pics from 11's but i was actually watching the 90s version when i got the idea to write this #i was arguing with myself because im crazy about the way hisoka acted and i was trying to deduce WHY he didnt kill gon and #why he acted the way he did in general during that time #and i just slwoly came to realisation that gon only survived because hisoka respects him #and its so. hisokas fucking brain is so intersting i need to dissect it #litearlly i am going insane soemtimes i feel like im one of the only people in this website who fundimentally understands this clown #i know thats not like something to brag about and i sound stupid but i. i feel like i understand his reasoning but damn near everything & #perhaps that is a cause for worry #not my fault i got mentally fucked up in the head symdrome #anyways guys im hongry and the glue in my nails is peeling off and its 2am #seriously i spent hours doing dishes and that makes the glue fall off sm faster it fucking sucksssss #why do i spend hours doing dishes? because i spend hours cleaning and organising. why do i do that?😎 please help me #side note writing this at 2:25 im really hongry still man #i litearlly do not know if any of this makes sense im ujst jmjrsg .stupid clown #okay i finaly ifnished it at 4:42 am i need to go to bed i have like a hair appointment at 12 and thats important i need my blondness to #keep my sane..dont worry i only dye half of it platimun blonde because i hate yellow and its a stupid colour #anyways i feel like i couldve explained this better but i try my best #omg wiat 4:44 making this edit yayyy angel numbers #um anwyays wanted to say..shit what did i want to say........oh yes i wanted to say that i know no one asked but but i really had been thin #kin about this and i realy needd to get it out of my heaed

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hello~ i saw you’re taking fluff ABC requests! can i get comte with C H J L S Y please? i hope thats not too much (if it is then just the first 3 will be fine), thank you!!! :)

Hiya friend! You absolutely may, not to worry, I love writing about Comte!! You’re very welcome, and I hope you enjoy my rambles :D 💖💖💖 Below a cut for length!

Fluffy ABC headcanons listed here for requests!

C = Cuddling (how does he like to cuddle?)

His favorite way to cuddle tends to be with her in his lap in any permutation of that position. Usually she’s sitting on his thighs with her legs over the arm of a chair/on the other side of the couch, or she’s all curled up between his legs (she feels guilty about being too heavy and making his legs fall asleep, no matter how much Comte protests). She’ll lean against his chest and close her eyes, or hug him around his shoulders and snuggle close to his neck while he wraps his arms around her waist. From time to time his hand might fall to her thigh, stroking gently, or he might drop a kiss to her forehead/shoulder--anywhere he can reach, really. Either way, it’s a very comfortable position for both of them; he’ll always have a blanket ready to drape over her in the winter time since she often falls asleep that way. He loves it because he can watch over her and soak in some quality time at his leisure, no demands being made of him and no chaos to resolve. Just the quiet, the crackle of a hearth/fire perhaps, and the rhythmic sound of her breathing--beating heart steady. She’s safe, she’s warm, she’s cherished, and she’s content; what more could he ask for? (She loves it too because she just loves being wrapped up in the scent of him and in his arms, falls asleep so readily because of how comforted she feels ;-;).

He also loves having her legs around his hips when she’s in his lap--but that usually leads to sexy times, and this is fluff hour, my darlings ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

H = Holding Hands (when/how does he like to hold hands?)

Literally the only time this man would ever say no to hand-holding is when he has to actively use his hands for something else. (Basically sees her empty hand and sees his own empty hand and is just the “Is for me? 👉👈” meme). Otherwise he would die before saying no. That being said, he tends to be pretty practical and chill about it. Out on the town? Likes to hold her hand to keep her close, likes showing off his favorite person in the world, loves the feel of her hand against his own--warm. (From time to time his thumb will drift to her fluttering pulse along her wrist and he’ll sigh blissfully; it reduces his terrifying intrusive worries about losing her suddenly to mere background noise.) 

Usually it’ll just be her hand in his, but when it comes to sexy times he’s more partial to their fingers being intertwined ;)

J = Jokes (does he like to joke around with or prank her? how?)

Okay but this one made me laugh, only because my first thought was “he’s a clown s2g”. What I mean to say is that he’s a huge tease; really enjoys gently flustering his love. He’d never cross boundaries or do anything appalling, but he will ask her to do things that make her bashful because he thinks it’s absolutely adorable/endearing to see her out of sorts. Seduction is the name of his game, and he intends to see both of them have fun along the way (he’s a lovable rascal). Will ask her to undress him after a long day to enjoy the blush on her cheeks in the privacy of their room, or ask her to kiss him goodbye at the door if he has to go into town to run an errand. They will be simple little requests, or even observations sometimes~

One surefire way to surprise him/get him back though is to respond to his teasing with utterly serious love--it makes him freeze in his tracks every single time. If she anticipate his moves, he will be completely baffled for a moment. For example, say it’s his usual tea time and he’s really absorbed in his work (or he’s pretending to be). “MC would you mind--” Be one step ahead of him, hold that macaroon up to his lips like “Don’t worry, sweetheart, leave it to me--say ah~” And he will literally scream internally and die; he won’t ever see it coming. 

Note: this will lead to rigorous love-making in one way or another (either that moment or later that night) so be forewarned if she seeks to thwart him HAHA 

Beyond that, though, I think he and his MC are also a naturally light-hearted couple; they find fun wherever they are and joke around easily. Whether that means teasing each other, or just snickering over puns/nonsense.

L = Love (how does he show her he loves her?) Take two! I did another one with a different spin on it without realizing because I’m literally too in love with him to stop

If I’m honest? I think Comte’s biggest indicator of genuine, abiding love is vulnerability. He is always overcompensating, always acting to make other people comfortable; always a little too giving. If MC can encourage him to be greedy, to let down his guard with her--to be less than polished and perfect and magnanimous to the point of self-silencing--that is the greatest way he can show love. It means he trusts her to see him for all that he is, hiding nothing, and isn’t afraid that doing so will mean losing her forever. People can rely on him too much, ask for too much, and while he does love answering people’s needs and seeing them happy, at the end of the day he can neglect himself sometimes. She coaxes him out of his protective isolation slowly by showing him that he’s safe and loved even when he gets a little needy for affection, a little needy for reassurance. When she shows him that he’s still adorable and sweet and precious when he asks for help, he is like putty in her hands. Fair warning to MC though--if she does this she better be prepared to be spoiled tenfold in return; he can’t help himself!

S = Secrets (how open is he with her?)

Comte is a slow burn through and through my friends; he needs time to really open up. It’s not that he thinks MC will betray his trust or regard him with indifference; rather, he doesn’t have much confidence others will like him in his more vulnerable state. (And honestly, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if people have toyed with his weaknesses in the past. Yes, Vlad, I’m looking at you.) He just assumes he’s a lot of baggage, that the truth of who he is and how he thinks is just too depressing. He tends to hide his more overwhelming feelings and loneliness, tends to hide what he wants; he doesn’t want to impose on others or burden them. That being said, if one pays attention to his tells, if she shatters the illusion of his composure with confident concern, he will begin to share what he’s thinking more and more. He will give up the facade slowly, reach out to her more consistently as she offers him a safe, sensitive place to rest. (I feel like his biggest indicator is sudden silence: if he doesn’t know what to say it’s usually because he’s either caught off guard or overwhelmed by emotion, and he needs a second to conceal it). 

I don’t think he’ll ever be completely open with his feelings like that in any kind of public setting. He needs the comfort of privacy, the truth of who he is hers and hers alone; it is a privilege that belongs to his beloved. He will share bits and pieces of himself outside, snapshots of what he’s truly like, but the entirety of his selfhood will be concealed only between them two. 

Y = Yes (how would he propose to her?)

Haha, this will actually come up in his MS and a future event, so look forward to it! But there are some big points to hit home when it comes to his proposal process. 

First and foremost, he doesn’t give a single fuck what others think. He considers marriage and everything that comes with it secondary to the truth that lies between him and his cherished one. Does she want to stay by his side, and is she ready for that level of commitment? Before he ever goes public with the depth of their ties, he needs to know that they are on the same page without equivocation in private. And more importantly, what her comfort zones are. Does she even want marriage? Does she want it to be a public affair, or would she prefer less fanfare? How does she want to go about this?

He thinks marriage in and of itself is a cheap promise for eternal creatures; it’s too lodged in social convention and cultish religious tradition to mean squat to him. He will take their bond seriously, and he will absolutely respect her feelings about marriage, but he wants something more timeless and equal between them--something not easily severed. He will wait as long as he needs to for her to be ready for that. Marriage to him is more of a universally acknowledged symbol of their union; a way for other people to recognize that they’re devoted to someone else, and a way for him to express deep romantic feeling openly. As long as he knows at the end of the day that they’ll always be together on their own terms, side by side, that’s really all that matters to him.

His proposal will begin in private; it will be an intimate, fairly solemn moment between them. Is she ready to become a vampire’s bride? Can she accept that kind of future, and everything that comes with it? He doesn’t want her to be socially pressured by a crowd or even himself and the other residents of the mansion--he wants this to be her choice and vow, through and through. This isn’t about getting her to agree, this is about gauging where she is emotionally. If she needs more time to be sure, he’s happy to give it (but when he proposes he will have paid very careful attention to her potential receptivity; it is unlikely he would jump the gun and risk frightening her).

He will take her to a little church at midnight, well into the darkest hours of the night. Each breath will hang like a whisper in the air, swallowed by the cool and amplified by the quiet. He will try to provide a dress for her, but if she’s partial to one she already has, he won’t protest (he will just pout because he LIVES to buy her dresses and this is a special occasion, one he intends to remember forever ;-;). He’ll take a moment at the altar where a ceremonial binding would usually happen, and pause. 

He looks more serious than usual, his expression penetrating. He’ll take her hands in his own, squeeze them gently as her gaze finds his. The silence is gentle, but anticipatory--charged with what’s to come. He speaks slowly and softly.

“I’ve asked you before, but I’m going to ask one more time, here and now; a vow between us. Will you stay by my side, a vampire’s bride, for as long as this life gives us? Will you marry me someday?”

They’ve talked about the prospect before, and she’s already proved her mettle--she has expressed no intention of letting him go. Even if that means becoming like him in the future to stay together, even if that means facing the grief of losing human friends and family. She knows what it means to agree to this bond, and she’s thought it through; she knows this is what she wants. She dreads a future devoid of his presence so much more than any necessity to forfeit her mortality.

“Of course I will,” her answer is equally soft but firm, every bit the woman he fell in love with; sensitivity lined with steel. 

The next second she’s leaping into his arms and he laughs, melting into the delight of her certainty, relieved to know he isn’t alone (and won’t be alone ever again), more in love than he ever thought he could be. He holds her tight for a moment before letting go, pressing a kiss to her left ring finger--one he fully intends to adorn with a proper ring of his choosing (he was having it made to suit her so it would take a little longer to be ready, one of a kind).

That being said whenever she’s ready (or wants) to have a public ceremony, he’s ready with bells on! He will listen very, very carefully to the customs she recognizes as binding and the kind of wedding she wishes for, and will essentially ensure that the process reflects a balance of their mutual desires (as always, leaning into what she wants a little more). He’s also a hopeless romantic, so despite his private feelings about marriage, he will enact all the cute little traditions he’s picked up along his long, long life that express earnest wishes/prayers for a bride's happiness. If it makes her smile--and sometimes cry happy tears--then he thinks it simply makes all those years he waited for her to enter his life worth it.

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp comte #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp hcs #comte propaganda #fangdad propaganda #fluff headcanons #there goes minnie back at it again with them loving comte hours #jokes on yall #every hour is loving comte hr if you hyperfixate hard enough kljdfgdsjkd #but in all seriousness i loved writing these ;-; #he's so tender and thoughtful my heart just explodes #if you need me ill be slowly banging my head against a desk because of my overflowing feels #COUNTRY HOOOOOME TAKE ME ROOOOAD #anywho i hope this answered your request to satisfaction!! ty for the ask friend c: <33333 #rambles #not incorrect quotes

[foolgobi65]

i really wish the writers of lucifer hadn't turned chloe and maze's friendship into such an afterthought! like ok:

- when they start in season 2, both of them are in pretty isolated places socially. chloe, already a pretty introverted workaholic, is just newly divorced and has exactly one (1) friend: lucifer. maze has finally split off from lucifer and has two (2) friends: linda and trixie, but for the purposes of this comparison linda really is maze's one friend. maze has just accepted that she's not actually going back to hell, that this time on earth isn't really just a lunch break before they go back to the real world (hell) and so she now has to figure out how to build a real life in LA.

- basically, both maze and chloe are kind of in similar positions in terms of being isolated and really only having a singular overwhelming relationship with someone as opposed to having a network they can rely on so that all their eggs aren't in one basket. you can see where this backfires on both of them throughout the series when linda spends the week not talking to maze after seeing lucifer's face, and when lucifer runs off to vegas and suddenly chloe is stuck with all these feelings she can't express (and crucially can't talk about to him, her best friend.) ofc lucifer and maze's relationship transcends friendship just based on their immense history and is its own weird thing that i also kind of wish they had given more thought to, but w/e.

- enter: maze and chloe's friendship! i think for both maze and chloe, the other person is as "far" as you could get from themselves, but is fascinatingly still someone they can like, respect, love, and be loyal to. for a good while (and this is something i REALLY wish they had maintained) chloe, maze, and dan are basically raising trixie together which takes so much respect and trust that the other person is someone you want having a hand in influencing a kid you love! i think what's interesting is that, unlike lucifer who is trying to answer existential questions about his place/purpose in the universe, maze is really just focused on the people she cares about and having a good time (which is rooted in her doing meaningful work as a bounty hunter.) chloe is someone who pursues duty to the point of self-sacrifice, and obviously her friendship with lucifer helps her loosen up, but the pedestal he places her on/reverence he sometimes feels for her prevents him from really popping that bubble in the same way maze does. also chloe and lucifer's relationship gets SO much more complicated around the time maze enter's chloe's life so the role that lucifer once had to shock chloe out of her comfort zone kind of goes to maze once chloe has to draw some personal boundaries with lucifer.

- i think the key to maze and chloe's friendship is that they're both people who desperately need someone who embodies the other person's best trait. while this tendency isn't always healthy, maze is fundamentally someone very loyal to those she believes deserves it. obviously she's also betrayed people a billion times but at her core she's deeply committed to those she cares about which is something that i can see chloe find really appealing. at this point chloe has spent so much of her life in this weirdly precarious position where, since her dad's death she hasn't been able to fully trust anyone or open up to them. obviously she loves dan, but its clear that even when they're still "good" he doesn't trust her instincts or potential like he should, and when he spent those months gaslighting her the issue for her even beyond the fact that he shot malcom would have been that he didnt support or trust his wife. the appeal of lucifer is that from the beginning he identifies that she's smart and moral with good instincts. he trusts her, and strangely over the season she begins to trust him too! and then he runs off to vegas, etc etc lol. maze's primary loyalty probably isn't to chloe, but we see that to the best of her capacity she wants chloe to be happy -- she gets the prison warden killed, she "tries" and then really does listen to chloe venting about lucifer, attends the parent night chloe was stressed about, sets aside her grudge with lucifer to find chloe.

- in turn, chloe's best trait is her ability to accept people as they are and see their potential. of course she doesnt really have that many friends, but the people she is attracted to are all works in progress (dan is obvious, as are lucifer and maze lmao, but there's also ella who confesses something very personal and scary to chloe and gets a hug in return, and even charlotte who chloe's had clashes with both as charlotte and Mom for years but still gets the benefit of the doubt.) maze does have to change when she comes to live with chloe and trixie, but we see trixie grow up heavily influenced by maze in ways that makes it clear that chloe must genuinely like maze, or those influences like the handshake and the passion for gore and the knife training wouldnt have been allowed. we know that the reason maze is so loyal to lucifer is that he was the first person to ever accept her for who she was unconditionally, without shame or judgment. we see that for lucifer chloe is that person, especially because she sees his potential for growth just as she sees maze's. because she doesnt have preconcieved notions of what they're supposed to be she only sees them as people going through a difficult period of growth and supports them as best she can: reminding maze that they're friends, worrying about her in canada, trusting her with trixie who is the most important person in chloe's life.

- of course, chloe and maze have lucifer and linda but narratively lucifer and linda become so much MORE for chloe and maze. the show sunk linda/maze lmao but linda's clearly the adult maze cares most about just as lucifer is chloe's. and for both in s3 this person they each place so much of themselves into suddenly hurts them and they both spiral. i think there was real potential for chloe and maze to become each other's support and develop into a really steady, enduring friendship in contrast to the chaos of their individual romances (you will NEVER convince me that triangle was about amenadiel rather than linda lmao.) even post s3, they don't really address that maze really hurt chloe by pushing her towards pierce, and that chloe hurt maze by lying to her. i really think there could have been a lot of growth from maze going back to living with chloe and trixie after making full ammends and chloe realizing that actually, yes she can deal with this and it isn't that scary and then the tragedy of her maybe missing her shot with lucifer becomes more stark. we see chloe and maze teaming up in the first episode of 5A but then they blow that up too! i get that chloe needs space and its clear they're both using the other as placeholders for the people they really want, but there's no reason that they couldnt have come back together later and re-established their friendship on screen. obv they wouldnt work together after lucifer comes back, but to me this is where i believe they should go back to living together. without that, maze's connection to trixie in terms of what they can show on screen becomes tenuous and chloe's home life just becomes less interesting/worthwhile to see bc it'd just be her or maybe her with trixie. without that, it feels like we just see a lot of chloe either at work or in relation to lucifer (bc thats the best bang for your buck in terms of interaction!) we do get to see maze with linda, which is nice, but idk just feels like a step back from early s3 when maze felt more embedded in a community of people who liked, accepted, and cared about her wellbeing.

- i think one of the issues is that chloe and maze's friendship might have seemed like a knock off of their "main" relationships with lucifer and linda bc they have similar dynamics with them, but idk! there's a sense of fun that we get from their friendship that we dont really see from the main pairings because those are so serious and passionate and the main mechanisms by which the 4 grow so there isn't as much room for the lighter stuff. i know i said that chloe sees the potential for growth but she's not really pushing maze to talk about her feelings. she's doing the dishes maze won't, smiling at maze and trixie's handshake, shrugging off the fact that maze is throwing knives at their rented walls. maze and chloe create space for each other to be seen as themselves, good or bad, in ways that linda and lucifer can't for whatever reason. they don't really push each other, just let the other person be. it wouldnt be the ideal dynamic if they were the only person in each other's lives, but i think its vital to have someone in your life who can, in chloe's case, gently push you outside of your comfort zone and in maze's case offer acceptance, friendship, and trust.

idk this is just going in circles as i repeat the same points over and over and over but i really wish they had put more thought into sustaining the maze and chloe friendship throughout s4 and s5 because it would have brought out notes in both of them narratively that i think are lost otherwise. also its just sad for trixie that someone who was basically part of her family who she was living with is just...not there anymore and that's never addressed. : (

#lucifer #maze #chloe decker #lol im just writing this here to avoid doing school work rip #back to pretending to do a reading!!!

[taketheringtolohac]

hello this is very silly but. I am a certified blaseball baby (s19) and sometimes I feel like I missed out on the "golden" era of blaseball where so many inside jokes and wonderful things were made. do you have any advice on how to get over this lol and how to engage in the community in a meaningful way? thanks <3

This has been sitting in my ask box for a while now but i think i've finally collected my thoughts on it! Thank you for the ask, it isn’t silly at ALL, i think about this question a lot as someone who got into blaseball in season 2 and has kept up rigorously since, and i have been trying to find an adequate way to answer this- so here we go!

I think the first thing to really say is that a lot of feeling excluded from things... isn't your fault. Blaseball requires a lot of in knowledge! and when you're getting into it it really just seems like EVERYONE is in the know and somehow you are the only person who isnt, and thats because of the MASSIVE learning curve that blaseball has because of all the sun rules and new mechanics and the era of expansion being DESIGNED to overwhelm you. And people tend to forget that once they're In the Know, and a lot of people (myself included) really get caught up in remembering these AWESOME moments that happened in the early game, but the thing is it's not YOUR responsibility to make YOURSELF feel included in the community- that's people who already know what the hell is going on's job!

But the thing is, new in jokes are being made LITERALLY daily. The mints just made ANOTHER one today- these things happen all the time and you never know which ones will be super important in the future! Like gurgies, while out of fashion and common use now, was originally just a stupid mints way of saying blooddrain gurgled but we freaking said it so much and said it EVERYWHERE and people REMEMBERED it for being cursed and now thats something people say across the league. Here's the thing, it may sound really unhelpful but also- so what? Why does it MATTER that you weren't here when "wimdy" was coined? You're here now! You are witnessing blaseball happening and blaseball history being made by the second! I know just telling people dont get caught up in what you missed is really hard and doesn't really work, but i think trying to embrace that mindset will do wonders for you not just in trying to "get over" (which i dont really like as an expression here, i dont think this is something you really just get over you kind of have to keep confronting it! i do it too! a lot!) but also just for interacting with blaseball as a whole.

There is SO much that happens in blaseball and you will NEVER be able to catch all of it- thats part of the beauty and horror of it- but really learning to accept that you WON'T be able to catch all of it is part of a healthy relationship with blaseball! You don't know everything that's happening with every team at every moment- and then something will totally blindside you when something WILD happens to them and god. To me that is part of what blaseball is about. I've been here for 22 seasons and I STILL don't know anything about some of the original 20 teams. And that's ok! New things are always happening! Players are always dying! Players are always getting shadowed! They're feedbacking, reverbing, eating peanuts, getting shelled- they're part of blaseball of course things are happening and really trying to embrace that chaos will take you a long way.

Another thing to keep reminding yourself other than that things are literally always being made is that you yes YOU have an impact on the league. Whether it's just voting or betting (do people still bet? surely some do) or idol switching or even just watching the game, YOU are making some kind of impact. That's part of the narrative design of blaseball, it's quite literally designed so that fans can be directly involved in the splort. Even if you didn't MAKE the lore for a character, you can still talk about them! Participate in conversations and make jokes and memes about them! What you VOTE for matters, and you don't have to make the most money (lord knows i gave up on that seasons ago I'm just trying to make a decent amount now) but all it takes is a single ticket to get that blessing or that will your team (or just you lmao) wants. You can unredact things in the library! You can give peanuts to dead players you like! And you also can just MAKE shit up all the time. Whatever you say about anyone can be true to you. I know I'm not the only person who has wildly different hcs for players on teams that aren't even my own, let alone the ways that my hcs differ from the common interpretation of my own team's players. Or even the ways that my hcs DO converge or even just build off team ones, or are directly adjacent to them it's all equally valid! Today I said "Leo Baron wears heart shaped sunglasses" and people went wild over it and started just talking about it. You have that power with everything in blaseball! You control the buttons you press, and you impact the league! And you impact other people on your team!

The last thing that I really do recommend doing is just... hanging out with your team on discord, if that's your jam. You don't have to talk much! For what it's worth though, I think all teams are really receptive to new players and captains/representatives are there to try and make you feel welcome, as far as i know. Even if you're not a "new" player anymore you're still newer, and that still counts! If you're having trouble finding a way to start participating in conversations, I recommend just watching a game with your team. It's REALLY easy to talk about something when you're all seeing the same thing, and a lot of the things you say are pretty much prompted by the game as well! You know, like "come on Twooney hit a double" or "Marco please steal its the bottom of the 9th and we want to win-" but then in watching matches you also get to learn chants and see how people interact with each other. This is how I integrated myself into mints culture and became comfortable talking in chat which I know isn't for everyone but hey! It's what I got! But when you hang out with your team and get to know people you start to actually feel like part of a community, and when you feel like you're part of something bigger than yourself it eases the burden of feeling like you missed something because you're living in the moment! EVERY game has the potential to be EARTH SHATTERING for a team in blaseball, ANY game can be the next "most iconic" game for your team. Beating yourself up over not getting into the game earlier isn't gonna help, and cool shit is happening daily! That's what's so fucking cool about it!

I really hope this helps you, anon, and anyone else feeling this way. blaseball is for everyone! It sucks that people aren't being more mindful of what they say and how they interact with newer fans! In all honesty, I don't really even know how to answer this because it's such a complicated question- but the thing is all the older fans should be thinking about this question because they are part of a community composed of many people joining at different times with different levels of knowledge about the game itself, baseball, communities and really everything. Just remember that YOU are in charge of your own blaseball experience and things are ALWAYS being created! Maybe even YOU could create the next big blaseball thing- after all, almost everything in blaseball was created by an ordinary fan who was just saying something that came to mind.

#anon ty so much for asking me this its. so important to me. and also :') im glad you trust me to answer it! #i feel like this wasnt as well articulated or helpful as it couldve been but i did try my best #IF ANYONE ELSE HAS ANYTHING TO SAY PLEASE FEEL FREE TO ADD ON EITHER IN THE REBLOGS OR THE REPLIES OR TAGS OR WHATEVER #maybe i am a bit too dismissive. anon please let me know what you think i need to know if this was helpful or not. #if u have more questions like anyone who is newer to blb or trying to get into it pls dm me! i love questions! #either on here or if ur on the blb discord im a mint cap now uh. youll probably know which one if you know my blog lmao #whichever people are comfortable with! i am cool just say you found me from this (or my other) blb posts #i love love love talking about this kinds of stuff AND blb so like its more than chill! its one of the reasons i became a cap LOL #long post #blaseball #proxy roxy asks

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Omori KH AU! CONTINUED

So uh it has been... a while, but I have more thoughts in relation to Sunny getting his Keyblade and how he met the rest of the group so heres a bit of a prequel bit!

In Faraway town, kids are given a test on their 12th birthday, to see if the Keyblade has chosen them.

(remember, this is prior to the events of BBS in KH Canon so there are potential keyblade wielders in each world but the number is falling because of growing darkness in hearts)

This has gotten long.. .so under the cut it goes!

MASTERPOST

The nature of the test is secretive, most people unaware of the keyblade existence, kept secret to prevent it from causing more people to fall to darkness.

The test is one where you're supposed to face your darkest fears, if you call upon the keyblade to fight it, you pass, if you cannot, you, fail.

Sunny faces the test on his 12th bday, its a room with a singular mirror. All he was told is he has to defend himself. There is no weapons or tools in this room he could use...he knows *some* magic, noticing a pool of water surrounding the mirror and hoping thats enough for him to call upon blizzard or water magic strong enough to fight.

He faces the mirror, and sees Omori facing back, but he doesn't recognize it as Omori at the time, just himself. He steps out the mirror, Darkness enveloping him, forming into a spider like monster.

Sunny is... terrified.

His vision starts to darken, he steps back. Spidersomething steps forward, Sunny steps back again, swaying, sweating, unable to scream. He starts tearing up.

Spidersomething strikes. Sunny brings his arms up, a glow of light enveloping him for a second before he blacks out, falling into the water.

He could have sworn he heard a familiar voice yelling his name as he hits the water.

Mari was one of the people watching the test. She had permission to, already entrusted with the Keyblade and thus allowed to be present as her baby brother tested for his. That is to say, Sunny had no clue Mari was watching.

When she saw Sunny summon the keyblade to defend himself before falling into the water, she didnt hesitate to jump from her spot looking down on to the room to save him.

Sunny awoke to yelling. He recognized the voice, it was...Mari. She seemed to be outside the room he was asleep in...wait.. asleep? He was in a bed, it wasnt his...he didnt recognize the place. But Mari is here... so its okay, right?

But she was upset, yelling, Sunny has never heard her raise her voice like that.

"You said he was going to be safe!"

"And he was! We weren't going to let him get hurt"

"But he almost drowNED!"

"I can assure you someone would've saved him if you hadn't gotten there first!"

There's a scuffle and a yelp... it sounded like the person Mari was upset at.

"Please Mari, I'm sure your brother will wake up soon!"

"Its been 2 day! If he's not injured then why isn't he waking up???!"

"I- I'm not sure but it has to be because of the shock of the situation!"

"You better be right."

There is another sound, a thump. The other guy must have fallen.

The door to the room opened and Sunny saw Mari's face go from anger, to shock, to tears as she rushed to him, hugging him.

Sunny...started crying too. He recalled the test, how he cowardly passed out... he failed Mari... and now he made her worry.

He mumbled apologies into her shoulder, and Mari pulled back, asking why.

He mentions he failed her, the test too and now he won't go to the same school as Mari.

Mari made a "O" at that, before breaking into a smile, her thumb wiping Sunny's tears.

"Silly Sunshine, you passed the test."

Sunny...passed? Was she just saying it? But Mari didn't give him room to say that, moving to the side of the bed.

"Hold out your hand Sunny" She instructed.

And so he did. What he didn't expect was... a beam of light, a key, appearing in his hand.

She explained to him the true purpose of the test, how the Keyblade chose to protect him.

Soon, Sunny would be going to the same school as Mari. It's what he's always dreamed of.

He starts school the next day, and is introduced to a handful of new people, or rather, Mari is the one to introduce him to them.

"This is Henry, but we call him Hero! He's my age so we're training together!"

"Nice to finally meet the Sunny, Mari kept talking about!"

Hero, to Sunny, was kind, his voice gentle like Mari's. Not loud at all. He didn't like it when Hero ruffled his hair though.

Next up was Kel.

Mari didn't get to finish introducing him before Kel butted in, excited and eager.

"I'm 12 too! But older than you, obviously! Can I see your keyblade?"

Sunny was a little overwhelmed but he summoned his keyblade for Kel.

"Oh its so small! Just like you! Look at mine!"

Kel Summons his keyblade. "Heh, its the best one!"

"No its not!" A third voice intrudes. "Don't listen to him, he's just like that all the time! I'm Aubrey! I'm also 12!" The girl introduces herself.

"What do you mean its not the best, it clearly is!"

"Nuh uh, thats mine! See its PINK!" She summons hers. It was indeed, pink.

"Pink is gross!" Kel made a face at Aubrey.

"He-hey thats enough both of you! We don't want Sunny to get a bad impression of either of you, do we now!" Mari breaks them up.

"Sorry Mari, but Kel started it!"

"No I didn-"

Hero thankfully comes by to separate Kel from the group before he and Aubrey start fighting. Mari explains that Hero is Kel's older brother.

Sunny goes to Hero, looking at him expectantly. Hero looks confused for a moment before holding out his hand and summoning his Keyblade. It was...pretty cool. Wow...

Sunny thinks this is all of them but then he spots a person in the distance, watching from afar. Mari follows his gaze and her eyes go wide.

"Oh Basil! Are you feeling better?" She rushes towards the person, Sunny following behind.

"A...little.." the boy gives Mari a small smile.

"Sunny this is Basil! He's been feeling ill for a bit but hes your age too! Basil, this is my little brother, Sunny." She introduces them.

"Hi Sunny!" Basil smiles, he looks pretty fragile, Sunny notes, and like he hasn't been sleeping well.

Sunny waves with his free hand, bringing attention to his keyblade in his other.

"Yours look a lot like Mari's!" Basil points out.

"It does, doesn't it?" She smiles holding out her hand so Sunny could see hers.

It really was similar...

Sunny looks at Basil expectantly but Basil only averts his eyes.

"Maybe...some other time, I think I should head back to bed."

Theres something curious about the way Basil was acting, but Sunny doesn't know him quite enough to be sure.

In any case, Sunny starts classes.

There are major introductory ones, where rules of keyblade are taught. About keeping the secrecy of it, how they aren't allowed to let anyone hold it or present it outside of the school unless of an emergency.

There are basic magic courses too, as well as training grounds for physical attacks.

The others are quite a bit ahead of sunny, with him being the last to join.

Mari and Hero are training for their eventual Mark of Mastery and... Basil still hasn't been coming to any of the classes.

Sunny almost forgot Basil was even a student until he found him sneaking off after training.

Sunny follows Basil into a part of the building he's never been to before. Basil doesn't notice Sunny until after he's stopped in front of a door, Sunny standing besides him.

"Ah! I wasn't DOING ANYTHING MA- wait... you're Mari's little brother, Sunny...right? Wa- wait what are you doing here?"

Sunny just looks at Basil.

"Oh- you followed me.. didnt you? You can head back, I was just...doing something."

"..." Sunny knows Basil is hiding something and doesn't quite budge.

"Ah... alright, I'll tell you... the truth is.. there was an accident during training a while back and now.. I can't summon my keyblade." He opens the door, "I found the mirror they use for the test and I thought.. if I could summon my keyblade like the first time, everything will be better."

Sunny nods and follows Basil inside. Basil doesn't expect Sunny to stick around, why would he? But he does, giving Basil two thumbs up as he returns it with a weak smile.

Basil faces the mirror, a shadow stranger looks back at him. Something envelopes the shadowed figured and escapes the mirror, tendrils coming out from all ends.

Basil is... terrified, holding his hand out waiting for the keyblade to appear. It doesn't and the creature attacks Basil. Sunny....rushes over, using the basic Blizzard spell at the creature to freeze it in place before pull Basil to the side.

"It ... was hopeless after all, huh Sunny?" Basil has tears in his eyes.

Sunny summons his Keyblade and holds it out to Basil. "Sunny?" Sunny nudges it towards him, hand out towards Basil.

"You want me to take this? But the rules-"

Sunny simply points to the shadow demon. "Not strong enough..."

"Oh right, I guess you...don't know how to fight..,alright, I'll fend him off, get somewhere safe"

Sunny's keyblade in hand, Basil fights black smoke and tentacles coming from the shadow figure.

Basil's fighting is sloppy... compared to how he's seen Hero and Mari fight, but he's still weakening the beast, the shadow backing into the mirror with each attack. A sudden attack knocks the keyblade from Basil's hand, it hitting the ground and vanishing. Basil is knocked back, huffing in pain as he watches the tentacles lash out towards Sunny further back.

"Sunny!" Without thinking Basil rushes over towards Sunny, leaping into the air and slashing down with a glow of light. In his hand, a keyblade, glowing gold and green. The creatures hisses, completely vanishing into the mirror. Basil stares at the rematerialized keyblade, his keyblade in awe, before realizing the situation and turning to seal the mirror.

He's smiling as he faces Sunny, happy tears in his eyes.

"All I could think of was protecting you... and my keyblade came to help...T-Thank you Sunny, I couldn't have done this without you. You wanted to see my keyblade right? See! This is it!"

He holds it out proudly, basically glowing. Sunny couldn't help but smile at him back, "Pretty."

Its after this day that Basil rejoins classes, and becomes closer to Sunny, his best friend from those in his class ^^!

And this is! it! A lot longer than expected with more dialogue than anticipated but! here it be!

If you've read this far, thank you! Please lemme know your thoughts!

-Bee

#Omori KH AU #Omori au #Sunny Omori #Basil Omori #Mari Omori #just tagging those three

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Yandere Dimitri - Reunion

um. um. well. this scenario replaces byleth with the reader–a time skip dimitri thats a little more unstable and with a professor thats a lot more emotional. it’s the reunion, but much more...happy? (dimitri has all the potential to be a yandere, so this was easy to write)

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Dimitri vaguely sensed something amiss. He raised his head, feeling the rising sun beating down on it. His blurry gaze slowly found a silhouette. Expecting it to be his father or mother, he prepared himself for the yelling and hatred. Instead, his eye drew upwards to meet the one person he wished so badly was with him through all this hell.

It was his professor. It was you. It was his light. The one he always saw as the embodiment of hope. You walked forward, and he was covered in shadows as the light surrounded you like you were an angel. You reached out a hand. Dimitri finally lost the rest of his mind.

“I should’ve known…” Dimitri’s eye watered, “that one day, you would be haunting me as well.” He felt the lance next to him, and wondered if finding revenge was even worth it anymore. Should he just…quit?

“You…What must I do to be rid of you?” Dimitri watched the ghost fall to their knees, and waited for the harsh yelling and anger. Dimitri wouldn’t be able to handle your anger too. You had always been his light. If you hated him too, he would…he would…“I will kill that woman, I swear it. Do not look upon me with scorn in your eyes.”

But something strange happened.

“Dimitri, what are you talking about?” Dimitri’s mind snapped to attention, focusing on your words like they were his life source, “what happened these past five years? I’ve been trapped under rubble this whole time, why didn’t you come look for me? Did you think your professor would die just like that!?”

What? His blue eye almost vibrated at how quickly he scanned your face. You looked tired. You looked– “You…You’re alive!? I didn’t…under rubble…for five years?” Dimitri almost didn’t believe it, but looking at your smile was enough. The dead that haunted him never smiled. He kept his eye open, not caring that it stung. Dimitri believed that if he blinked you would disappear.

“Thank the goddess a villager managed to dig me up. It seems the goddess changed my body quite a bit for me to be asleep for five years, huh?” Dimitri’s hands twitched at his sides, the information searing itself into his brain. All alone. Just like he was. He watched you try to smile, but tears started falling from your eyes. Dimitri had never seen you cry.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left you guys. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough. I wish I could go back. I wish I could–” Once everything finally settled in his mind that you were real, he no longer held back and pulled you into his arms, holding you as close to himself as possible, as though to hide you from the world.

“Dimitri?” He couldn’t stop shaking. For the first time in forever, he couldn’t hear the whisperings of the dead. He couldn’t hear his family members and friends screaming at him for revenge. Dimitri wondered if maybe his professor was actually some kind of god or goddess. To him, you represented the only good left in the world.

“Alive…you’re really…alive…” Dimitri’s voice wobbled, eye welling with tears. The warmth in his arms was all the proof he needed. He felt you shift around and instinctively pulled you closer into his embrace, panicking at the thought of you disappearing again. You were smaller, more fragile than he remembered. In fact, with his arms wrapped around you, his cape managed to completely hide your existence.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He heard his professor’s muffled voice, and gave a self–deprecating smile.

“Am I?” He loosened his hold enough so you could face him, propping a knee up and keeping an arm around your head so you had something to lean against. Dimitri twitched at your sad gaze, not expecting the rush of happiness he felt when seeing it.

Professor is worried about me. Dimitri’s heart thud against his chest. Professor doesn’t hate me, they aren’t scared, they aren’t disgusted with me, they–Dimitri’s thoughts halted when a hand reached out and held his cheek. He froze completely, worried that if he moved you would draw away. Your thumb rubbed against his skin, wiping off the dried blood he never bothered to clean away.

The sun once again reflected off of your hair, an image of a halo forming above your head. Dimitri’s eye widened, but kept trained on his professors–YOU, he wasn’t a student anymore–face, committing every moment to memory. If this turned out to be a dream, he wanted to never wake again.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” You said. Dimitri moved his hand to wipe away the tear trailing down your cheek, but stopped. His gloves were dirty. Holding you like this…he was dirtying you. “I understand if you’re angry or even hate me because of it.” No, no. I could never hate you. Dimitri’s chest hurt every time you tried to force a smile. “I’m here now, though. And I won’t disappear again as long as I can help it.”

“Promise?” Dimitri almost lurched forward, voice not hiding his desperation and hope. He kept himself from shaking, his whole body tense. Instead of the playful smile and the ‘Of course’ he expected, there was hesitation.

“I can’t promise. I will do everything in my power to stay by your side, but if something happens and I can’t–” Dimitri knew what the end of that sentence would be, and his blood boiled even if he realized that you weren’t wrong.

“No.” Dimitri couldn’t control himself, once again squeezing you as close to himself as possible, one hand on your head and his other arm pulling you deeper into his embrace. “Promise me. I can’t lose you too. I can’t have anyone else die.” Dimitri’s voice cracked, the trembling back again. The warmth in his arms was too good to be true, and he knew he didn’t deserve any happiness after all he has done.

But, the world couldn’t just give you back to him and expect him to let you go. He was drowning in darkness and all he could do was cling onto the little light that was left.

“Dimitri…what happened?”

He looked down, meeting those shining green eyes full of concern and care. It had been five years since he last had someone look at him with any positive emotions. To explain what happened, he had to shut down. His gaze dulled as he let memories take over.

“The Empire managed to completely wipe out all opposing forces…”

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“…and for years I’ve been here, fighting off the thieves crawling from the woodwork, attracted by the promise of treasure. Vile thieves run rampant. They pillage and loot to their heart’s content. I’ve protected the monastery, hoping maybe, one day, somebody would come back.” Dimitri finally returned from his memories, completely drained. Once again, the image of Dedue smiling at him, completely content to die, surfaced. “Dedue…” Dimitri grit his teeth, eye watering.

“Dimitri.”

He snapped out of his thoughts, moving his head to look down at you. He hadn’t looked at you throughout his recollection, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to finish if he saw your distraught, glimmering eyes.

“I…” You bit your lip. It seems whatever happened during those five years of solitude, asleep or not, had changed you. Dimitri noticed how much more emotive you were, and became even more concerned over your wellbeing. You were unsettled, weak, and obviously overwhelmed. On top of all of that, you had to hear the horrific reality that was the present.

“I don’t blame you.” Dimitri said and tried to smile in a comforting way, but it almost hurt his face. He hadn’t smiled in so long that it felt foreign. He truly didn’t blame you, though. Not then, and not now.

Somebody pushed you off the cliff. Trapped you there for five years. Only by sheer luck were you found and pulled out of the rubble. And–Dimitri acknowledged the truth though bittersweet–you immediately came to the monastery, worried for all of them. Not even caring for yourself.

Dimitri’s mind rounded back to the first point. Somebody pushed you. And he knew exactly who. The empire. Edelgard. Anger rushed through his brain, and his arms unintentionally tightened around you.

“I must kill them. Every last one.” Dimitri bit out, feeling his heart tug back down into the abyss of hatred and longing for revenge.

“Who?” Dimitri snapped out of his spiraling thoughts, looking again into those pure eyes, glimmering with confusion and concern. Again, he had the urge to smile. Knowing how powerful you were, they could go rally troops and start against the empire right away. Yet, somehow, something was off.

“The empire.” He said, but almost kept it to himself. The Sword of the Creator was there, and you probably still have the strength to wield it. Dimitri shouldn’t be worried at all, because with you, it would be easy to carry out revenge. But every time he thought about you in battle, the distorted image of you falling off a cliff and being buried under rubble stuck.

You may have only said a passing thought, ‘I’ve been trapped under rubble this whole time, why didn’t you come look for me?’, but to Dimitri you had looked so wronged. Like you had been waiting for him–awake–for those five years, wondering why he never saved you. In the end it was a random villager who was searching for ore that dragged you free.

They must have been terrified, Dimitri’s deluded brain supplied, stuck all alone in darkness waiting for me. Guilt started to erode his clarity. If he thought a little bit harder he would realize that all of his thoughts were ridiculous, and that you were more capable than anyone in the world. But his brain was muddled, and with you being the last bit of light in his life, it ignited his anxiety and protectiveness.

The isolation destroyed his brain, and even though the voices were quiet currently, the damage to his psyche was dreadful. Before Dimitri was captured, people began calling him a beast, either due to his strength or sudden animalistic tendencies because of the breaking of his mind. Those tendencies only became worse through isolation and constant bloodshed.

With the only good thing in the world in his arms, how could he even give somebody a chance to take it from him? No family, no friends, he had nobody at all left. And even if his past classmates returned, could they even bear looking at him? The monster that he was? Only because you were the embodiment of goodness and hope–his brain decided–you were so forgiving and kind.  

“…tri….mitri…dimitri. Dimitri. Hello? Are you okay?” Dimitri snapped back to reality, pulled away from his spiraling thoughts by that sweet voice. You raised a hand and rested it on his cheek, and he couldn’t help himself from leaning into it fully. “There you are. You keep getting lost in thought. Perhaps we should rest? There must be some beds in the monastery.” Dimitri’s eye lidded, and he nodded.

You stood up, and Dimitri immediately followed, noting how your head only reached his chest. He was so much bigger than you. I could just–Dimitri shook his head, grabbing his lance that was resting on the wall. You grabbed his other free hand without hesitation and began leading him inside, completely unaware of Dimitri’s rapidly beating heart and constricting pupil.

His face flushed a bright red; his bright blue eye was completely trained on their connected hands. Dimitri figured you didn’t notice how flustered he was or you would stop holding his hand. He wanted to calm down, but your hand was so much smaller than his. It was soft, and warm. He never wanted to let go.

Dimitri’s delusional mind kept adding to the list of divine qualities you had. The goddess must have finally realized the horrible things he had to go through and gave you to him as a gift. That meant you were his, right? He would never again be alone.

You, completely unaware of your former student’s warping thoughts, innocently guided him into the abandoned monastery, looking around for a good place to set up camp.

(if ya’ll want more, tell me. I can do other scenarios–even pre time skip or specific reactions to events)

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