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americankimchi · 2 months

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Do you have any tips for writing Obi Wan or any meta in mind with his characterizarion?

hmmm sure why not! i'll give a few tips on how i'd write obi-wan. mind you this is how i interpret the character, so ymmv.

i truly do not like it when fics have obi-wan voluntarily leaving the order. like it's so out-of-character for me in my head that the premise of the story + the writing would have to work triple-time to get me to stick around. now if he's been removed from it by an EXTERNAL SOURCE (not the order. i cannot stress this enough: the jedi kicking obi-wan out is so jarring to me i'll leave the fic in an instant) or somehow unable to return to the order for whatever reason, all is well.

not a prodigy, but a genius. obi-wan is an incredibly intelligent person with an absolutely staggering knowledge base in a wide variety of topics, but all that knowledge was earned through blood, sweat, tears, and time. he sat down with his game face on and put in the work. that's also why he makes an excellent teacher: he knows what most students will struggle with because he struggled too, and knows through experience how best to overcome them. i headcanon that it contributes to why he's such a good negotiator: he's really good at stripping down information to the essentials and communicating that information effectively and efficiently to others because of his intense study habits.

humble, but not ignorant of his skills. it's pretty impossible to fully divorce yourself from pride in your achievements, and i don't think it's healthy to not feel any pride at all, so i think obi-wan has a very clear understanding of his skillset and how best to use it. i don't think he'd be ignorant of how good he is at something, especially since the direct consequence of his aptitude led him to being a member of the jedi council. pretty hard to be blind to your strengths when you're being asked for your input on topics that directly draw from that knowledge.

averse to healthcare. listen i enjoy obi-wan whump just as much as the next obi-wan stan (the desire to put him in the cosmic salad spinner comes with the territory, i fear) but as a character who grew up in an environment that deeply cares for the well-being of all, and knowing that you cannot help others unless you yourself first have the ability to do so, i can't really see him ignoring injuries outside of combat scenarios. like on the battlefield he's got more pressing concerns than a pesky little shrapnel wound or five, but once the battle's over?? he might not be first in line to the medics but i can't see him avoiding them entirely. an army without a general is working at a sharp disadvantage and i don't think he'd risk his men by neglecting his physical health in that manner. note that i said 'physical'. make of that what you will :)

duty. obi-wan is the definition of a paladin. he takes an oath and by the force he's going to keep it. train the boy? absolutely, qui-gon. whether or not anakin chooses to respect that training is another matter, but he did definitively get knighted! refuse to kill anakin? listen he's handed vader his own ass to him twice post order 66 and each time he did it he did it nonlethally. that takes skill. that takes dedication. exile yourself to tatooine for 19 years and then decide fuck it, we ball, and die after Once Again Deciding Not To Kill Anakin Skywalker? step aside casper, there's a new friendly ghost in town. every time obi-wan commits to something the man COMMITS. you GOTTA respect that grind.

flirty but in the sense that he's going to match the energy someone brings to the table. like he's a negotiator. he knows how to read people and figure out the Vibes. if he thinks the other person will be 1) 100% receptive and 2) will respond with a delightful wit, why the hell not? obi-wan's highest stat is charisma and he's got expertise in persuasion. whether they're allies or not does not factor into this equation. he can have a little flirtation with morally dubious and potentially hostile characters. as a treat.

this has nothing to do with his character but i firmly believe that he and quinlan vos had at LEAST a fling when they were padawans. there is zero evidence to back this up aside from a few comics where they were being goofy teenagers together but i stand by this. it is an unshakeable aspect of obi-wan to me that has only gotten worse with the kenobi show.

no matter what, no matter how terrible or devastating or downright apocalyptic it gets, obi-wan kenobi will never fall to the dark side. never. it won't be easy, but that is a line he has never, and will never cross. i will not hear any "obi-wan touched the dark side during the theed generator fight" slander. if that was true tell me why the force theme was playing during his moment of triumph!!! Would John Williams Lie To Us Like That?? to our face?????

anyways i could go on forever about obi-wan because he is My Ultimate Blorbo but this post is getting super long so i'll leave it there. hope this helped even a little or at the very least was entertaining for you to read <3

#anon #ask #star wars #obi wan kenobi #long post #THIS TOOK. SO LONG TO ANSWER IM SO SORRY LMAO;;;;;;;

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 3 months

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So my man what do you think of how bnha act 3 has treated the villains so far?

I think it's going exactly the way the story hinted it would. No surprises there.

In terms of narrative, people should give Horikoshi his flowers. MHA might not be as flashy as other mangas, but Horikoshi keeps it consistent and to the point. I'm glad that he doesn't sacrifice the writing of a plotline in order to create flashier or more action based fights. I'm also glad he's been with the villains' ideologies and their reasons to do what they do.

It's funny, the hero side might be the one who's more surprised with the current outcome of the final showdown. You have moments like Ochako risking it all for Toga, which is a dream come true for villain fans yet might be hard to process for other people. I'm personally satisfied with how the author treated the Enji and Dabi plotline, because in the end it was not Shoto who alone could do a miracle. A bit of a "family issues must be solved by the whole family" opinion, but I'm glad to see Rei, Natsuo and Fuyumi getting involved. They all had the spotlight in a heartwarming moment to stop and help Touya. They all took responsibility for their role in what happened to their family.

So far, so good.

To be honest, my perception is that Horikoshi has great respect for some of his villain characters. He has so far dedicated a lot of the story to Tomura alone, to his connection with Izuku. At least when it comes to the League, sacrifices are not simply plot twists, you know? They held meaning, they're respectful to the character.

I can't say the same for other antagonists and villains, tho. It's understandable, those secondary characters won't receive as much screen time and that's okay. It's just a bit sad to think that some of them have a lot of potential, but the story keeps them backstage. I certainly miss seeing some of the members of the Meta Liberation Army, for example. I loved the implications of corruption of power in the hero society. I miss Lady Nagant too, I can't wait to see her reaction to knowing that AFO is finally dead. Right now I wonder what the hell Horikoshi had planned for Hawks, lol. Every time I think his plotline is getting kickstarted, it runs for a second before stopping again. If he's there it's because there are unfinished businesses with him, maybe we will finally get a resolution on his connection with Toga and his past with Twice, but that's for later.

I have faith in Horikoshi, I guess. He has shown us that he does what the story demands and doesn't change the course of it for the public as much as other mangakas do. That is what movies are for.

I'm sure we'll see Spinner and Compress again, but most of all I'm curious worried about Kurogiri. I insist that the resolution between Kurogiri and Aizawa and Yamada will wreck me. In my wildest dreams I see Kurogiri begin for Tomura's life aka to save him, to give him a chance. I saw Aizawa's face when he heard Kurogiri talk about Tomura. He knew it was not only an order, but also a part of Oboro still alive. Oboro would do anything to help someone in danger, he'd pick any stray cat, give his life for anyone. I'm on the edge of my seat with that trio. Teachers on opposite sides of the war, once friends. Don't even get me going about Yamada and Kurogiri. Whenever I think of Mic and his role in that situation, it's pure torture.

If you ask me, I'm getting what I wanted. Act 3 has been great. It got a little boring for me when the whole focus was fighting AFO (I don't know why, maybe AFO is just not my favorite character to focus on). The rest? Amazing. Beautiful panels and drawing style, emotional instances that reveal the heart of the villains, their determination and dreams were respected, they got treated for once as real humans and not just villains... I'm behaving like a total kid with what is happening with Deku and Tomura in the 415 chapter.

Now, post-battle is another matter. We will cross that bridge when we get there, but they must be all alive and well or I'm ending what the League started and taking this whole world down with me (I'm not exaggerating at all haha why you ask?)

#shan's asks #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha 415 #mha 415

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blossom-works · 1 year

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Goddess of Life and Death

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When you became part of the Godly world, you were named the Goddess of Life and Death. That is due to your past. To make things short, there were once two kings that waged a futile war on one another. You, with your army, stopped that war and punished the kings by death. Unfortunately for you though, the people you protected and help and the men who fought for your cause betrayed you. Before you could be killed, Zeus came down and asked if you would like like to join the Heavens as a deity. You agreed.

You got your name from your time as a human. You stopped the war, giving birth to a new era. Hence “life”. You killed the malicious men and women who tried to stop you and took pleasure in hurting others. Hence “death”. Your job as goddess is to bless the unfortunate and those with good hearts, and to condemn the wicked (often times sentencing them to death). You have been doing this for a millennia. Some prayed for your help and others prayed that they never come in contact with you.

During your marriage years your time spent in the human world limited. Once a week you would go there and conduct your duties. The rest of the week is dedicated to the Netherworld. As its queen, you share the same duties as Hades. You are both responsible for making sure that Tartarus stays locked and to watch over the realms inhabitants.

Your day visits every week brought down your popularity. You are not there everyday to listen to their prayers and put those who take your name in vain in check. It soon became rare to for mankind to see or just witness the power of the power of the Goddess of Life and Death. They only reason why some humans still pray to you is because of your day visits, but that stopped when you stopped coming to the human world all together.

The reason why you stopped going to the human world is because you had a child. A little girl you and Hades have. Helheim’s princess and heir to the throne. You chose to prioritize your role as a mother and ruler over your duties. Zeus, thankfully was understanding of your decision. He said, “I can’t really blame you can I? Afterall, these humans keep screwing everything up no matter how many chances we give them.”

Still to this day, you disagree with your brother-in-law. Zeus misunderstood your reasoning for “retirement”. You just wanted to spend your time in your home with your family. Sure, you may have stopped going to the human realm and listening to their prayers, but you still love mankind. Like your fellow Demigod, you still adore the race. Heck, you yourself was once human. You made the same mistakes they have. Like Hercules, you understand the human race. You will always hold affection for them. Sometimes during the day you would whisper them a silent apology for not being there for them.

Your affection for humankind sort of dissipates over the next couple of days though. Your husband died. And by the hands of a human. It put you in a hard position for a quick minute. In the end, you decided to still hold humanity in great heights, but you no longer cared if the race lives or dies. Before, you and Hercules would root for the race. Always voting against their extermination. Now, now you just do not know.

Now you have to be Helheim’s sole ruler. Its queen without her king. You have to be a mother without your child’s father. Your title as the Goddess of Life and Death has been thrown away. Your only titles now are “queen” and “mother”.

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This is not exactly a Hades x reader fanfic (sorry to disappoint anyone). Before I continue this series, I just wanted to show this part of the OC’s life. I didn’t want anyone to be confused since I stated that the OC goes up to the human world once a week prior to the birth her daughter. I know some of you may have wondered how she spends her time juggling like three jobs. The OC is a woman who prioritizes her family and and home before her job as a goddess. I hope this explanation makes sense!

#hades x reader #snv hades #ror hades #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #ror hades x reader #snv hades x reader #fanfiction #x reader #Shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #record of ragnarok hades

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eliza-styx · 1 year

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The grand Kömsko (König/Gromsko) timeline & masterpost

The time has come to sum up the lore and history of the ship that stole hearts of many by complete accident and wormed its way into the subconscious of many Polish shippers in the cod fandom. This post is for you, if you wanna participate in our little cult but struggle a bit with realising what headcanons may be appropriate for Gromsko, if you’re not Polish yourself and some König ideas that we think make sense in relation to this ship.

It all started on the fateful day of December 9th 2022 when Ghostytoasty made the most random joke that was exactly the snowflake needed to start an avalanche of events

It led to Orin pitching an idea of enemies to lovers story for these two and my own brainworms picked it up to basically draft the whole fanfic in the conversation, at which point Shiba promised to make art for, if I actually wrote it.

Well, two days later, a child was born, the very first Kömsko fanfic to be posted on AO3

Shelter Me

written by none other than me aka ElizaStyx with the beautiful cover art done by MizuShiba

And thus the ship became reality.

It gained interest on twitter with artists like @/620_ne1 and @/Capitan_LX among others posting their own fanart of the pair

Shiba, of course also kept creating more beautiful art of the couple

Encouraged by the small cult that spawned amongst the people of the ghostsoap discord I started working on the sequel fic, a humorous and fluffy take on the pair dealing with being in love while also working for the rival factions

Carry You

meanwhile, Ghostytoasty got their own inspirational angst juices flowing and wrote a beautifully poetic MCD fic

The warmth that lingers as a shattered heart bleeds

Somewhere along the way, a side channel dedicated to Kömsko spawned in the discord and we begun to fill it up with the various headcanons and ideas that are now listed in a twitter thread by Capitan_LX but to sum up some facts to start your own juices flowing

Gromsko basic headcanons:

- born 11.11.1990, on the Polish Independence Day - brought up in roman catholic faith with very strict, religious parents and a younger sister we named Judyta, definitely was either an altar boy or sung in the church choir - wears a cross around his neck since childhood - history nerd, knows everything about history of Poland and will ramble all night long - has two music listening modes: Sabaton or Polish pop like Doda, hates disco polo - very patriotic, brought up basically brainwashed into believing in God, Honour, Fatherland above all else, had dreams of a winged hussar and that’s why he joined the army (but also dreaming of men, huh?) - struggled coming to terms with his sexuality because the catholic church teaches that homosexual love is forbidden, used to say very offensive shit in his youth but definitely had grown since then - swears in Polish even if he speaking in a different language - calling people idiots and other names is his language of love - never recieved gifts as a kid, cries every time König gives him something and König keeps showering him with gifts - knows English, Russian and German but doesn’t let on just how much German he understands because König loves to whisper sweet things into his ear that he thinks Gromsko doesn’t understand

König basic headcanons:

- born 15.08.1994, on the day of Assumption of Mary which is obviously a big religious holiday in Poland - is an only child, brought up by a single mom who struggled to make ends meet and worked several jobs but would give up anything to care for him, though often was absent overworking herself - severely bullied in school for being tall, awkward and having no dad, called slurs - became a bookworm to escape reality into fictional worlds - keeps a journal of his thoughts and the books he read - daydreams a lot and in the evening writes down many stories that he daydreams about during the day in his journal but thinks they are silly and never showed anyone until Gromsko came around (Gromsko adores them) - his love language is gift giving and he will look for excuses to give gifts - listens to heavy metal and death or black metal, loves Rammstein - gets into Behemoth and other Polish metal bands because of Gromsko - brushes his teeth at least three times a day, never smoked because it’s bad for gum health - decides to learn Polish in secret so Gromsko doesn’t know he understands when he calls him names - will listen to Gromsko ramble about history all night long - anxious mess 24/7, has severe panic attacks sometimes but Gromsko knows exactly how to ground him and calm him down

#kömsko #gromsko #König #cod mwii #fanfiction #fanart #headcanons

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back2bluesidex · 2 years

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Not a Dream

Summary: She thinks she is not good enough for him. She thinks she has nothing to offer. But she doesn't know she is all he wants. But why?

Pairing: idol!Hoseok x Staff!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, a very very little bit of smut, Hoseok is a bit obsessed.

Wordcount: 4.8k

a/n: This is my very first ff and I do not know anything. Forgive me for the mistakes and tell me how to be better.

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"what?" I exclaimed for the second time in 2 minutes, obviously because whatever I was hearing wasn't making sense at all. "But what's the need for me there?" I asked the manager again clearly not understanding why I was being escorted to the party that wasn't my place to be.

Jhope, Jung Hoseok, was throwing his grand glam party for his second solo album "Jack out of the box''s release and it was huge to say the least. Almost the entire Kpop industry was there. The top floor of the hybe building was then holding more wealth than some of the small countries. As expected, staff not having any direct connection with the album production weren't allowed to go even near the top floor today. I was certainly one of the uninvited ones. That was at least what I knew until Hoseok's manager came to escort me to the party.

"Why is she being invited there when we're not even allowed to step near the floor? Just because she's an army?" Sooah, one of my teammates almost cried with pure jealousy laced in her voice. Well, it's not that I don't know the answer. I do, just don't wanna admit cause it all feels like a dream. There were some sort of things going on between hobi and Me. No, we weren't in a relationship. It was somewhat complicated.

I was in the army and all of the seven adored me because of that. They never had a dedicated army among their staff ever before. After having me they literally started to treat me as if I represent the entire fandom. It's quite understandable because they were always so curious to know why the armys are more interested in their thighs than their faces (just joking).

However, for me it was quite different. Getting to know them was a blessing. I got to know that they were even better personally but they live a very different life. I realized quickly that my love for Jung Hoseok was better to be cherished as a normal Fan-idol thing because my intensity would only make my heart break. And it did, it broke more and more every time I realized I am not perfect for Hoseok, I can never be. Obviously, he was the global star, BTS's Jung Hoseok and I was Y/N, a normal and very very ordinary girl with nothing to rock people off of their socks.

But apparently Hoseok thought differently. Ever since I got drunk after a late night emergency meeting and blabbered the shit out to him about loving him so fucking much, he decided I am the one for him. God knows why. Whenever I try to tell him that he and I can't work, he seems to get more and more determined. This has been going on for some months. I have tried to tell him that this job is my dream and it's precious. I can't get fired and if I do, there's no way I'm getting another job in this kpop industry because by then I'll be known as the staff that "seduces the idols". I love him but I have to live, I have parents to support.

But it seems like he is adamant to make things work between him and me. As much as it flutters my heart, it scares me as well. What if the higher ups catch it all? What if they rule me out of my dream project of Weverse magazine? What if they ask me to quit? What if I end up returning home! No no! Not a chance. I have to stay professional. Only if I wasn't a hybe staff, I would gladly accept his offer and would be already deciding upon our children's names. But no. I can't. Moreover, one thing I have understood, this glam life, fame, and attention aren't for me. It's all too complicated for me. I am better with my simple life. Now that I am done seeing Bangtan up close, and telling Hobi how much I love him, I can look forward and find a man to love and to be loved and settle down.

However, Jung Hoseok won't let me.

He had a different plan all along. He had a different plan when he dragged me into the empty copy room after seeing me giggling with one of male colleagues at the company cafeteria. He slammed me on the wall, whispered "You're mine" in my ears and pressed his lips on mine with such passion. Kinda possessive right? The only thing that his action did was make me fall for him even more. Making my strong-girl-pretense harder than ever.

Only if my higher ups knew that I have been locking my lips with one of their biggest assets behind their backs then I'm sure, I was nowhere to be found in the company or maybe in the country, who knows.

Back to the present, I still can't believe Hobi really wants me to be there in the party, when he clearly knows that I can't socialize, not even with people of my stature, and guests of his party were everything beyond my league.

"It is his order Y/N and you know he can be really stubborn at times" his manager said. Well, who knows it better than me at this point. I knew there was no benefit of revolting to the manager. I need to call the mastermind. Excusing myself from them I went away to call Hobi. He received the third ring. "Hey, when are you coming? Why aren't you here yet? It has been almost 10 minutes since manager hyung left." Hoseok was very excited, I didn't even know why!" I started to put down my words carefully. "Hobi, you know I am not a great fan of parties and more specifically a party like yours. I am just a very big misfit there. I am sorry but I don't think I should..." "You're coming Y/N, if you don't want manager hyung to escort you then I myself will go and I am serious about it." His voice was demanding, authoritative even. I knew he was capable of leaving the party to take me with him and that would cause unnecessary drama, so I had to give in.

I stepped into the party and it was a world itself. A world that knows nothing other than Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Balenciaga and I couldn't feel more self-conscious in my $20 zip up hoodie and a pair of loose fit ripped jeans. At this point I was sure, people would not hesitate to think that I am in charge of cleaning services. I spotted the man immediately. He is called sunshine for nothing. So glamorous and beautiful with the aura that he wears, everyone buzzed around him like bees buzz around the most aromatic flowers. I felt so small there that I wanted to run away. And I decided that I would after meeting him, telling him that I kept his request, oh well, his order.

My reverie was broken with a honey dripping voice that I can recognise even in my unconscious mind. "Hey, Y/N" Jin said, walking up to me and my smile reached my eyes. "Oppa!" I was about to jump on him. "Why do you look like you wanna run away?" He asked. "Because that's exactly what I wanna do, Oppa. You know that I am nothing but a misfit here. I really did not want to be here but Hobi won't listen to anything." He smiled, and I melted. "Y/N you know that you're special to him and on his special day he just wants to keep his special person by his side. But I understand your point too. Why don't you talk to him? Tell him how you're feeling here?" Jin completed. I sighed, "I want to talk to him but he is busy, which is natural."

"What's the tea?" The man of the night was now standing just behind me, "what are you two talking about without me?" "We were just talking about you Hoba." Jin said, "Now I'll leave the two of you alone and meet some people. Enjoy the night Y/N" with that he left with a wink. And within an instant, I felt myself being dragged by my arm to a room, which seemed to be the storage for the drinks and food for the night.

And here I am again, pressed against another wall, the man towering over me looking at me as if he will devour me then and there. "I know Jin hyung is your bias wrecker or whatever you say. But you should remember that I am the main character. I am your main character." His tone was kinda sultry but I wasn't the one to show that he intimated me easily, so I threw my counter attack. Teasing him a bit I said, "So you're now jealous of your hyung? That's a shame". I didn't expect him to agree but he did and said, "oh, hell I am. And you know what? I should mark you as mine. Everyone should know you belong to me or at least belong to someone already. What do you say baby?" I didn't get what he was saying, "what do yo---" and I was cut off since my lips were attacked by his ever waiting one. I obviously didn't waste my time in kissing him back but in the midway I felt my arms being pinned over my head as he attacked my neck in the purpose of sucking a bruise. I understood his assignment now. As if I wasn't already ashamed of showing up here wearing E-mark Sunday market clothes that he had to increase it more by giving me hickies. "Hobi please no!" I protested but it was of no use. He kept on sucking my sweet spot while I wiggled as much as I could. His lips left my skin once he was satisfied enough. He pulled his head up and looked deep into my eyes, while I did the same. His low voice ringed, "now you're marked and anyone that approaches you here should be shown that. Understood?" I gulped and before I could reply anything his phone vibrated signaling that he was gone for a bit too longer than he should.

We both left the storage room one by one interval by interval to dodge suspicion. Once I was out, he was nowhere to be seen. More like, he was at his own place, dancing and mingling with some of the goddess looking ladies. I couldn't help feeling a bitter feeling inside of me. And I stood there alone, like the low-class introvert that I was, watching others like I'm watching a TV, close to my eyes but far from touch. The more I watched him that night, the more I realized, he and I are from two different worlds, and these worlds can't collide. They should remain at their places for the peace of the universe.

I was deep in my thoughts and my eyes were almost glassy with the impact, when another known voice approached me. "Y/N!! Did not expect to see you here! What's up?``said Lee Sung hoon, one of the graphics designers, hybe always works with. We have worked with him during some of our Weverse magazine projects. He is also in the team that worked for Hobi's album this time, so even if he didn't expect to meet me there, I expected. And now I was embarrassed by his question. I parted my lips to reply but didn't know what to say, "I -uh". He cut me off, "oh well, it's dumb of me to ask you the question, since we all know you're close with the boys. So, I am sure you're here as part of the guest list." "Well, yeah, kinda" I replied. It was both fortunate and unfortunate that I found him there. Fortune because I stopped feeling way too out of place and lonely. Unfortunate because I then had to reply to all of his flirtatious remarks that he has been throwing to me since the day we met.

We were talking about something which gradually landed in Hoseok. Sung Hoon said, "He is the life of the party. Isn't he? I mean, Man look at him, all the ladies are going crazy even the older ones too. " I smiled and nodded. "You too have a crush on him, I know," he added. "Is it news? The entire company knows he is the reason why I am still single." I replied. Sung hoon was quick this time, "yeah, I know I know but don't you think you're wasting your time and your youth?". I questioned him, "What do you mean?" He continued, "Look at him Y/N, he is the Jung Hoseok! The richest member of the biggest boy band of this world. One of the major shareholders of the company itself. There are female idols dying to get into his pants. No, I am not saying that he is out of your league but at the same time I am saying it, you will only get yourself hurt. He is like a dream to people like us. They can only be polite to us but they can never love us back. That's the reality." All of it hit me hard and he continued, "I have seen you looking at him as If he has star casted in his body. So I am worried for you. As a senior in this industry, I would suggest you refrain yourself from falling for an idol. They will entertain your idea but they won't return your feelings. They will just use you as a thrill, the thrill of having the forbidden fruit but nothing more." Was it all I was to hobi? A forbidden fruit?

Thinking about it then I realized that Hoseok has never said that he liked me or he felt anything for me. His weird affection suddenly started and then I found him saying I belong to him and nothing else. Never did he say that he liked me but he claimed my lips with every chance he got. Now that I could think about it, all the clouds seemed to be in a silver lining. To him I was just a thrill, which was just a purpose of free entertainment. He could never love to be back or at least like me cause I don't reach upto his standard. Finally it felt like I understood the deal and I couldn't take it anymore. I was just staring at the ground, desperately blinking my tears away. I couldn't hear a word sung hoon said. I finally pulled my head up and looked at sung hoon. "I will leave now Mr. Lee, it's getting late and I may miss the bus. Enjoy the party." Saying that I turned my heels to walk away but he called me back, "Y/N wait! Let me drive you home. It's pretty late anyway." "No, no! The buses are still available I can manage." I smiled at him but he looked at me being determined. "Have you even eaten anything yet? I don't think you did. Let's get outta here. I am quite bored as well. Let's grab dinner at the snack bar and then I'll drive you home. What do you say?" He offered. I wanted to be alone but at the same time I didn't want loneliness to devour me. So I accepted his offer and left the party with him.

Hoseok's side:

The man was very busy today, after all it's his listening party and he had high profile guests to attend. But his heart was with that one person. His heart left his body in the store room. One song played after another to let the guests hear those exclusively. But all he was waiting for was that one song. The one that he wrote for her and added to the album at the very last minute. It was the night when she let out her drunken confession, he found himself looking at the stars from his balcony. The lyrics came into his mind when he thought of her face, her lips, her eyes, which held so much love for him. The love he never found in anyone else ever before. And finally today he was going to play The song. He planned it all. He planned to be in front of her when the song would play, he planned to look deep into her eyes and tell all the things he couldn't. He will do it tonight. Just two more songs before the party ends, before that one song played, he had to find her.

Hoseok looked for her but there wasn't any sign of her. He was clearly stressed and angry when he couldn't find her. He proceeded towards the exit and enquired the guard, "Have you seen Y/N? Did she leave?" The guard replied in positive and his anger now reached to the peak. "Did she leave alone?" He enquired again. "No sir, Mr. Lee was with her. They left 8 minutes ago approximately." Okay! So she left with the guy who just finds the opportunity of getting her in the bed? He was so mad, so mad! He would punish her well this time. Without thinking much he exited the party. He went out of the back entrance as fast as he could, he wanted to catch her on the way and pull her back to the party. He went to the parking area but he saw sung hoon's car still parked, knowing it was his car from the name plate attached to the car for emergency contact purposes. He rushed out of the parking lot and got in the street and he could already see his beloved giggling with sung hoon sitting in the coffee shop just across the street through the glass walls. He wanted to punish her, he promised himself he would punish her but right now he needed to be at the party. He returned and asked the dj to skip the last song, he said it should be kept as a surprise track.

They say acceptance is the key to happiness. But to me it was the key to the dam of my tears, they kept on flowing. It was past 1 am and I kept on crying since I arrived at home. No, I didn't expect him to make me his girlfriend or anything then why did it hurt so bad? Why did the idea of Hobi just playing with my feelings tear my heart like a paper? I stared at the patterns that my mood lamp drew at my ceiling and my silent tears made their way to my pillow. It was about 10 past 1 when the doorbell rang, making me startled. There was no way I could have a visitor this late at night. Then who could it be? I was so afraid. What if it's a robber or a sick rapist? A lot of people know that I live alone! What if it's a stalker? Another round of impatient boor bells rang. I gained some courage to finally open up the door. Turning on the lights of the drawing room I held the door knob of my 1bhk apartment. My senses left me making me dumb enough not to take a look through the peeping hole. A grasp left my lips upon opening the door, seeing Hoseok standing there with dark eyes.

"Hobi? What are you doing here at this hour?" I asked him in confusion. Well truth to be told, I knew why he was here probably but I was confused why didn't he call me first to know why I left the party. To be honest, it hurt me more when I didn't receive a single call from him which led me towards strengthening the ground of my assumptions. "Why? Did you expect someone else at this hour?" His voice was low but he almost growled and I knew he was super mad at me. "No, I mean, come in '' I asked him to enter my embarrassing home.

Within what feels like a fraction of a second, I felt myself yet again being pinned at the nearest wall. Did this man have some fetish for pinning me? I thought to myself. His eyes were dark and those were measuring me from up to down as if I was naked, when the truth is I was clad in my comfy shorts and an oversized shirt with no bra on.

His grip on my wrists tightened when he further pushed me to the wall and said, "how dare you leave the party? Without informing me? That too with another man?" He hissed. "So what would I do when I feel like a misfit at your glam party? That was not my place to be in Hoseok! Why don't you understand? You have seen me at parties before! I am the one who always stays in the corner! Even in the company parties where I know most of the people, I stay aside and you know it all very well. So you should understand how out of place I would feel in a party full of celebrities! I was so fucking embarrassed with the way I looked today among all of them! I can not even name the brands they were wearing! Their shoes were worth more than my entire apartment! Yet I was there! Just because you forced Me. Just because you wanted to make a fool out of me. I was fucking embarrassed and anxious Hoseok! Why the hell did you want me there? Why?" I burst out being unable to contain it anymore. My tears rolled down my cheeks and Hoseok's eyes softened. He let my hands free and wiped my tears away with his thumb. He gently said, "do you really think I would force you to the party just because... Just because.. I wanted to make you look like a fool? I wouldn't do that Y/N. I wouldn't even think of doing anything like this even in my wildest dreams. There was a reason, baby. There was a reason why I needed you there." And I was still angry with everything. I burst out again, "and need me for what?? For what exactly Jung Hoseok? To show me how different your and my worlds are? To show me that I can't even love you? To show me that I am nothing but a cheap thrill to you? To make me believe that I can never be the one for you?". "Shut the fuck up!" His eyes were ablaze. He was clearly infuriated at this point. He held my shoulders and pushed me to the wall again. "You don't get to say anything! You just don't get to put your words in my mouth! I fucking wrote a damn song for you to tell you how I feel for you and forced you to the party so that I could let the World know that you're mine and I'm yours. To let all the guests of the party know that they are only listeners but the girl right beside me was the muse. But what did you do? You left! You left with that nutjob who desperately wants you in his bed! And when I went to look for you, I found you giggling with him!! Tell me is that fair? Tell me is it fair that you choose to stay away even when you love me? Tell me is it fair that I had to chase you when you could easily run into my arms? Tell me Y/N is it fair that you choose to stay oblivious when I..." His voice shook a bit but he continued anyway "when I am desperate for you? When I am in fucking love with you?" My eyes widen with the sudden confession. Was it really not a dream? The man of my dreams was in love with me? Is it even possible?

Before I could say something Hoseok continued, "but now, I have had enough. Enough of this push and pull game of yours. You never reciprocate to me properly but you also never hesitate to kiss me back when I kiss you! What do you want Y/N? Stop giving me mixed signals! Stop being so afraid! Tonight either let me claim you completely or push me away. If you decide to push me away I promise I will never disturb you again." With that he left my hands and just stood in front of me. I wanted to push him away so badly but just the thought of him stopping "disturbing me" knocked me off my breath. He was right. I was being a coward, I was being afraid of the future and I declined to enjoy the present. That's it. Yeah! Carpe diem! Let's live in the present. Hoseok loves me. The man of my dreams loves me. I needed to claim him. And I pressed my lips on his. He didn't even take a second to kiss me back. But he pulled back immediately and said, "So should I take this as an answer?" I looked deep into his eyes and said, "Claim me, Jung Hoseok." "Are you sure? Cause once I claim you, there's no going back." He breathed out. I pressed my lips on his as the response and he devoured me without wasting a second.

And that night he claimed all of me. He claimed me by sealing his lips with mine. He claimed me by touching me everywhere he could. He claimed me by painting bruises all over my body. He claimed me by stuffing me with his fingers and his dick. He claimed me my fucking me raw and shooting his cum in me. He claimed me by naming my v-card in his name. I was sore the next morning and the pain shot through me, the moment I opened my eyes. I actually didn't expect him to stay over. I thought he would leave early when the streets would still be deserted. But there he was laying beside me, looking at me with his sleepy eyes. oh! Was I really waking up beside the man of my dreams? It isn't a dream right? It couldn't be, I was still sore with his claim all over me. "You didn't leave? I thought you would leave." I said. He smiled at me and replied, "I didn't come here to leave Y/N. And I am not leaving till the album releases. I need you to listen to the song, with me beside you." I smiled at his response, I was still in a daze. It was All hard for me to believe. "Can I ask you something?" I asked, staring into his dark brown orbs. "Sure, go ahead." He replied. "Why do you love me, Hoseok? I don't have anything to be loved by a man like you." I finally let out my biggest question ever. He smiled at me, pulling me closer with his one arm draped around my waist. "I love you because you love Jung Hoseok more than you love Jhope. Jhope is loved by millions but Jung Hoseok still craves to be loved. The love that I found in your eyes for the first time when we were introduced. But I didn't think much of it until you decided to confess after being drunk that night. Your love is precious to me Y/N and I don't know if I can find a love like yours if I let you go. And this is what made me adamant to make you mine. And when you didn't reciprocate just because you thought you're not good enough for me, it made me angry. And I burst out seeing you with someone else. Now, remember you are mine and I am yours. So don't you dare ignore me. I'll teach you tough lessons if you do." He completed it. I giggled, shoving my head in his bare chest and we stayed like this until it was time to listen to his song. The song that was written solely for me, oh what a feeling to be a muse. Sitting on my couch being wrapped around in his arms, we kissed and listened to, "Not a dream"

"Oh I am standing before you

It's not a dream

I am reaching out for you

It's not a dream

Don't be so afraid

A love like this is hard to find

Tell me you love me too

Cause you are all there in my mind."

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vlovers19 · 6 months

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I really don't understand why Vminies who follow Vmin so closely and avidly haven't figured out this Vmins secret yet. Vmin "friendship" has been around for several years now, but we have so little private information about them. We do not have any photos or videos that only concern their personal life. Everything they showed us had or has to do with BTS and their work. We don't have any photos of restaurants, parties, etc. they might've gone to together, but we do have Taehyung's dedication to Jimin in album acknowledgements and dedications, like his message to Jimin on his signed copy of Layover that literally called Jimin his testicle. Vmin have a very private relationship, just like their families and familial arrangements, and Vmin chose not to reveal things publicly years ago. I don't know if this was their personal choice or if a situation simply forced them to do it, but both seem like likely explanations. If you observe Vmin carefully, like really carefully, you can discover a lot of interesting things…even today…. And we know that Jikook ( Taekook too) are not a couple, Jikook are friends and since Tae decided to set a high hurdle for himself due to his fears (by choosing the specific military unit he wants to go to) and Jungkook couldn't follow in his footsteps, it is normal for Jikook to go together under the buddy system. I think Jimin needs this, more than Jungkook really. I don't even want to get into what it would be like if Jikook were a couple, because they definitely aren't. I'd quicker believe that Jungkook had an affair with Mingyu rather than any other men. I think the fact that we have so little information about Vmin, that Vmin isn't going to Army together, is more confirmation that there is something between them that needs to be kept secret than that they aren't even friends.

I think that it is much better and more strategic to "live the life of ships" than to show your private life, because of the hatred and envy of people, especially the crazy ones (toxic shippers and solos). It's smarter to spin a fantasy for fans instead of drawing attention to your true self and risking strangers digging into your private life, sesaengs stalking where you live and camp outside your building, as well as strangers calling your families and friends and sending death threats etc… some people's obsession knows no limits.

Exactly!!!

#vmin #jimin #taehyung #bts

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travelling-on-the-octopath · 2 years

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Since you're a Dimiclaude shipper, and since I enjoyed your GW commentary (since I quit GW at chapter 11 lol), I was wondering if maybe you could help me to understand the popularity and appeal of Dimiclaude. I must confess I've been confused by it's popularity since 3H, given that Claude and Dimitri barely interacted in 3H. Sure, Claude did a bit in AM but not much. Dimitri was so unimportant to VW. And now, Hopes has only made me more confused given GW is a mess, even if AG had something.

MY DAY HAS COME.

I should start off by saying this is in no way an attempt to force someone to like a ship they don't like. The whole point of this is to have a mighty good time. I'm gonna go over the big stuff, the small stuff, and then the stuff I've noticed with my own two eyes that isn't highlighted in the story at all, but to me is interesting/fun to think about.

Before I get into the meat of it: It doesn't go over my head, or that of a vast majority of other shippers, that Dimitri and Claude don't have the same screen time as most other ships, who have supports and main-story event interactions that bolster their popularity. But it's the mainline screen time they do have that sort of makes every other little thing great. (For the most part I'm staying away from Hopes because, well. Because.)

I do get what you're saying about Claude having a small role in AM, but that role still stands out pretty starkly when you look at the game as a whole; Dimitri has a whole chapter in his route dedicated to aiding the leader of another faction when the other leaders are any combination of MIA or set to be killed. The other routes just . . . don't have this (unless you want to count saving Rhea in VW, but that was in tandem with taking down the Empire, so--not dedicated). Routes/maps dedicated to killing faction leaders, sure (Enbarr, Tailtean, Fhirdiad, Derdriu), but never going out of your way to save them. Claude's role is small, sure, but for a background character? He becomes pretty important. I mean, it's only because of him that the Kingdom army is allowed to succeed. He distracts Imperial loyalists to allow them through to Myrddin, which is yet another example of them working together/Claude believing in Dimitri's war effort, enough so that exacerbates the Alliance's infighting even further for them to pass peacefully. The Kingdom army ran the marathon, sure, but Claude was their pair of premium running shoes.

That, at least, sets the stage for their dynamic on AM specifically. Dimitri is someone Claude is more than willing to work with during the war. Why? Well, their goals are aligned. And, the game seems keen on telling us one thing:

Claude knows Dimitri more than one would think.

This seems like an unimportant dialogue choice, because Claude says the same thing regardless of your choice. It arguably would be unimportant, if Claude didn't prove he does, in fact, know Dimitri well within the same conversation:

This isn't a generic speech; this is someone who knows Dimitri's unfailing and detrimental empathy, and likely the more gritty details of it. This is someone who . . . well. Knows Dimitri. They're not total strangers (they have their moments of familiarity/friendliness in WC, as I'll continue to blab about), and it shows. Boom, a world of fic opens up: did they spend enough time together at school for Claude to have an inkling as to Dimitri's ghosts? Has he kept tabs on the inner workings of the kingdom army the whole time? dimiclaude intrigue: sparked.

And it goes both ways. Dimitri doesn't buy Claude's bullshit for a damn second; he never has.

Could you argue that Dimitri just reads him wrong? Sure. But that's not in Dimitri's character, and he's the farthest thing from naïve. Add that to his track record of him reading Claude like a flyer advertising the opening of a business (which I go into a little later), and you have a mutual understanding between people who, for a variety of reasons, live behind varying numbers of shields. How did Dimitri come to know Claude's heart that well? dimiclaude interest: ignited.

Claude collects as many facts as are available to him; what he saw told him to place his faith in Dimitri, as both a military leader and a person whose heart is too big for his chest. And, here comes my one mention of Hopes, Dimitri has that same faith in him on Azure Gleam. Do I think it has the same foundation, given that they spent a fraction of their time at Garreg Mach? Nope. But it's sweet, that he's so unendingly confident that Claude will come in in clutch and save the Kingdom's collective ass. And it remains true that they're complementary here, even if they're not as familiar with each other. The idea that a one-man army and Speculation And Distrust Incarnate(TM) would fight back-to-back? That's the tasty shit. Good. This version of dimiclaude is primed for the political allies trope (and arguably ARE the political allies trope, with a little heavier emphasis on it than the potential "high school" sweethearts, or long-distance flirting à la the end of AM, or the tragedy of a post non-AM alternate universe, etc). It isn't as fulfilling as Houses dimiclaude, for a number of reasons, but it is cute. (And as much as it angers me when I think about it Seriously, shout out to the fact that they seem to have a telepathic fuckin link on GW lmao??? "he wants me to do this i know he does i know it" and "he just invaded my country. but somehow i can tell he meant no lasting harm by it/doesn't intend to conquer faerghus" WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO??FGLKJDFG)

Little things about them inside the narrative that make me go insane:

> These tweets showcase that in Japanese, during the Battle of the Eagle and Lion, Dimitri meets Claude's Bullshit(TM) blow for blow; if you don't want to peruse, more than okay. I'll summarize: In the English translation, it got lost a little that Dimitri was impersonating someone who got riled up by what Claude said, rather than actually getting riled up only to realize Claude's intentions partway through. He pretends to get all uppity, and honestly the delivery+the whole interaction is so cute. Frankly, it's really great for great for both of them; Claude isn't unpredictable and unknowable, and Dimitri is a bit of a brat who likes a sprinkle of fun in battles that aren't life or death. The moment is still cute in English, even if it makes english!Dimitri read more straitlaced than his Japanese counterpart.

Side note but he is SO unbothered when Claude tries this the first time ldfgkjdfg it's no wonder it didn't work at the Battle of the Eagle and Lion either (at least in Japanese). Reads Claude like a book in size 64 font lmao

> They're the only lords seen talking to each other in an exploration on the weekend, which is one of those piddly little crumbs that means fuck all, but I do think it's cute. (And I point out their positions as route lords because they, as heads of their factions, have the least reason to interact. Dimitri talks about EdeIgard/has scenes with her because Reasons, while she and Claude are caught in a constant loop of "I'm going to make this sly yet cutting comment and you're going to respond with something equally sly and cunning and at the end of it all we're going to kill each other, so." It's just nice that dimiclaude is ally-/friend-coded because the other two lord dynamics are Something.) Lumping into here: the battle for Garreg Mach scene where they fight side by side (fighting together yet again), and the prologue cutscene where they run up together. Could they have been on complete opposite sides of the field and met each other at that exact moment? Yes. Will I choose to believe the other explanation? Always <3 it's part of the fun.

> At Derdriu, Claude tells everyone else they're right on time, but tells Dimitri he's late and snaps at him to hurry up. Seems to me like Dimitri brings out the brat in Claude the way Claude brings out the bitch in Dimitri lgkjdflgkj. Or, if you want to flip it, Claude pretends everything is fine in front of everyone else and Dimitri is the only one he can be honestly frustrated/frazzled with.

> (And on that note, their interaction at Gronder in Japanese pleases me greatly because of how audibly frustrated/angry Claude is and how good those moments are for his character. He's someone who adapts to situations on the fly, and to do that he has to remain calm. It seems Dimitri might just make him lose it more often than most dgldkfjg.)

> Listen I just find this cute as shit

> Claude gives Dimitri the heirloom of his house; the physical manifestation of his claim to Fódlani lineage is something he trusts in Dimitri's hands, when he could have just left it where it belongs: with House Riegan. For a character whose core revolves around being from more than one place, it's a gift of a pretty hefty emotional weight.

> And on the heels of that, Claude imagines Dimitri in his future, or maybe playing a part in Dimitri's, on the foundation of their shared political goals. It opens them up to a massive, massive world of post-canon fic where the crumbs we got in the game can be tasted and replicated to make a full cake--three tiers, airy buttercream icing, sugar-paste flowers, the works. At that point they would both be kings, and the darkest parts of their lives would be behind them, and the possibility of it is created in the game itself.

Little things (mostly) outside the narrative that make me go insane:

> Dimitri's Crest looks like a star, while Claude's looks like a moon. Given that their motifs are moons (Azure Moon, Paraselene) and stars (Fallen Star, God-Shattering Star) respectively, I allow myself to vibrate when thinking about it.

> They both grew up in countries that prize combat prowess; peak fic fodder

> Dimitri's Relic-specialized Combat Art, Atrocity, is about doing battle and wrecking everything and anything; Claude's, Fallen Star, is about avoiding combat entirely. Indicative of their fighting styles, and speaks to the aspects of their character that make fitting them together so fun and interesting. Dimitri's impatience+raw strength in combat paired with Claude's pragmaticism+adaptability. It's good shit.

> Dimitri's real-world constellation is Sagittarius; Claude's is Leo. Descendant of the King of Lions with archer stars and the archer who inherits Failnaught having lion stars???? call that star-crossed lo--and i'm pulled off stage. But that leads me to:

> They both hold a certain degree of antagonism toward trusting higher powers meddling in their lives, which makes their focus on either the present or the future well-suited to each other, and intrinsic parts of their characters. Star-crossed by accident, but the greatest part is that they choose to come together a number of times.

> Their messy, messy relationships with their family, and apparently they can relate to having their family members actively try to kill them lmao ???

The appeal to me, at the end of the day, is that while they're vastly different, they're not at all opposites. They're complementary. They exist on different points of an axis, but they keep the same rhythm and movement that keeps them from hindering each other. They're both fundamentally good people with a certain sharpness to their intellect that makes them compelling as anything from allies to romantic partners. Claude dreams, and he dreams big, but he's smart about it; he knows his limits, and finds ways to push them without breaking them. Dimitri has recently come out of being sunk neck-deep in the past, but all the same wants a world that's better for the people he's responsible for. Even on a level of aspirations and political goals, they're aligned. They're equals, in power and wit and heart.

They're just neat <3

I feel like I've bombarded you enough for now fglkjdflg but feel free to come back any time if my dimiclaude babbling has piqued your interest. If not, thank you for letting me babble regardless ^^"

#s responds #anonymous metropolis #fe #fe3h #dimiclaude #fire emblem three houses #fe16 #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #claude von riegan

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War of Shadow Realm ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 4 Finale [2/5]

"Meanwhile in Space Storm Galaxy..."

[What I'm Made of - Crush 40]

Neo Metal Sonic (as Metal Overlord!) : Long time no see, Sonic! My Loathsome copy!

"METAL OVERLORD : The Ultimate Overlord"

Sonic : Alright, Metal! I told you there will be a rematch and that's just good old fashioned butt kicking!

Tails & Knuckles : We're right behind you!

Mario (via Communicator) : Can you hear me, Sonic? Your old robot doppelganger rival is going batshit-crazy again with the Overlord thing! We manage to get to Ohkubo's moon, but I believe that the fight's not over! I know how to stop him and return him to normal!

Sonic : What should I do, Mario!? There's no way that our standards attack were useless against him!

Mario (via communication) : Nonsense! All you need is a little bit of Team Blast to unleash your ultimate or special move, Sonic Overdrive is the only attack that could return Metal Sonic back to the way he was before! That's your chance to attack him!

Princess Peach (o.s) : Go for it, guys! You can do it!

Neo Metal Sonic (as Metal Overlord) : Sonic, I discovered that the Time Eater was responsible for destroying half of the Ohkuboverse that it appeared 1000 years ago and revealed that it was a facade by Shadow Realm. But the Time Eater has killed the man who created the world of that Bratty Meister! So that is why I was brought into this time in the real world to overthrow the Kusakabe Legacy with my bare hands!

Penny Crygor (via communicator) : So what? The Kusakabe Legacy object revealed itself that it might be data that was stored in the mainframe, then I realized that the legacy that you wanted to ovethrow was something special to his family that dedicated him from California using the via network system. So it turns out that the Kusakabe Legacy itself was pieced together in a database stored in one disk.

Neo Metal Sonic (as Metal Overlord) : And I bet it was the time eater that created the Legacy of his family! And now I understand things from a girl-genius grunt of a plumber like you! That's just great! [picks up an Eggman Fleet Battleship] But I'll suggest that...I'LL CRUSH YOU!

Cooler (o.s) : Hey! Those are my lines!

(knuckles destroys the battle ship by punching it)

Sonic : Now then, onward with march!

Tails & Knuckles : Okay!

"Two Team Blasts attack later..."

Sonic (in Super Form) : Ha! It's working! Looks like it's working, guys!

Mario (via Communicator) : Knock him dead, that'll put up to his misery!

Neo Metal Sonic (as Metal Overlord) : Hahaha! Not even a scratch on me! I was designed to be this strong for an evolution like this to make me stronger! I am just getting started to take this seriously! But how about I give you a demonstration!

Sonic : Not good enough! This thing in Overlord form is super strong when it comes to this one in the storm! But it's one thing's for sure!

Tails : He's steady as she goes when he packs a punch!

"Two more Team Blast attacks later..."

Knuckles : Man he's tough for one giant robot!

Tails : I can't say enough that he manage to be still invincible in that form! We gotta crunch the numbers somehow!

Neo Metal Sonic ( as Metal Overlord) : When this is over, I'll overthrow my creator and start a robot kingdom over Planet Earth for my own conquest, and after that, there will be an army of clones to overthrow the governments of the real world! And when I do...I'll be unstoppable and I will conquer everything as the ultimate overlord there is! For you see, that I am...(we later cut to him in his original form on Final Fortress) defeated again?! Damn it! (Slams fist)

Sonic : Sorry! You snooze you loose! That's what you get locking up Eggman in that airship.

Metal Sonic : This is the real reason that I couldn't defeat you in that kind of form! It took me hours to combine that data and become the ultimate overlord in conquest! I had the chance of using data copy from what, Tac from Kirby? How can I rule the world when my creator notices that I started an uprising?! I only wanted rule the world as an overlord and that is it and got nothing else left in my system for years! And I would've gotten away with it, if it wasn't for your meddling self and your vile friends that I do and do not even know!

Sonic : Hey, What is what it is. It's a win win after all, it's gonna be another rematch between you and me!

Metal Sonic : I'm going to regret you that in style! And when I do, I'll disguise myself as that robot from one of your spin off game and challenge you to a bloody pulp in the Olympics!

Egg Pawn : There he is, officers! That's the one who tricked us as pawns in a corrupt game! Take him away and put him on restrictions to reset his system! (The guards handcuffs Metal Sonic)

Metal Sonic : W-What?! (Looks at the handcuffs) Wait! Wait! There must be some kind of mistake! You gotta believe! You can't do this to me! Wait! (The guards drag him away) WAAAAAAIT!!!

Sonic : Well, guess that's the end of the road, for him. I wonder how the guys are doing back on Ohkubo's moon?

"Meanwhile on Ohkubo's moon..."

Ashley : Alright! Looks like we manage to stop the mad man for good!

Kaguya : Talking about cutting it close. I hope this is wearing your powers down, Asura Kusakabe! You finally got what you deserve! (Asura vanishes into a puff of smoke, leaving a Heartless Emblem behind)

Ashley : Well, What do you know? So I barely made to rest my opened case, that the Kishin Asura was a decoy after all. So the reason that you and Maka went all that trouble for a heartless doppelganger used as a decoy. It was nothing more than a puppet created from Asura's heart, that means the real Asura Kusakabe has been dead for a long time.

Kimial Diehl : So all of this time, The Kishin that Crona was going to become... wasn't going to become a Kishin at all?

Yami Bakura : Nope. It was all part of Demon Vibe's plan for galactic conquest.

Kimial : What?! Are you telling me-

Ashley: That the Kishin Asura-

Kaguya : Isn't really-

Everyone on Earth : -A God at all?!

Sora : Now I get it, So all this time that Maka went all that trouble for a phony God and he was Demon Vibe's pawn to his game to think he is an evil god.

Maka Albarn : Then...Then...That means...

Moirai Albarn : ...the Real Asura is dead? (Everyone pauses for a moment)

Maka & Moirai : (Realizing) HOLY CRAP!! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US THAT THE KISHIN GUY WAS A DOPPELGANGER CREATED BY THE REAL ONE!?! AFTER ALL WE'VE BEEN THROUGH TO SAVE THE WORLD AND ALL WE DEFEATED WAS AN IMPOSTER POWERED BY A MANIAE SPIRIT?!? I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT THE STUPID GORGON WITCH SISTERS HAVE MADE US WASTED OUR LIVES FOR THAT STUPID KISHIN CRAP!!! IT'S SICKENS US AND IT'S A GOD DAMN DISGRACE!!!

Kaguya : But...But what about me?! I'm still a clown created by Shinra's grandson and I didn't even flinch nor I vanished into nothingness! Guess that means that I get to keep living on earth! If only there was a news station to catch this latest scoop, it would be pretty bummer to have this for a celebration or victory.

Fuse : That's exactly what we wanted to hear from you, detectives. Great job on defeating that imposter! We knew it all along from Channel 5

[Ulala's Swinging Report Show - Kenichi Tokoi]

Ashley : Who are they? And, what are they?

Kimial Diehl : Hold that thought! They're not Nintendo's, they're Sega representative. It's the Channel 5 News Crew!

(We then cut to Gurhal Channel 5 News)

Hal : Good evening! This is Hal from Gurhal Channel 5 news. Tonight we give you the latest stories from Real World AU that detectives to save this planet. The famous school-themed training facility Death Weapon Meister Academy was destroyed due to it's destruction by the Space Colony ARK's Eclipse Cannon, which led to the start of of this never-ending conflict called the War of Shadow Realm declared by criminal Mastermind, Neo Metal Sonic. Ulala?

Ulala : You said it, Hal. It has come to my attention that the so-called Kishin Asura has been exposed as a fake to designate the planet for complete destruction on all life on earth, has once again foiled the Yamis's plans by two detectives, Ashley and Kimial. Using their combine efforts to stop the criminal threats on corrupting the entire world, all of Asura's bad influence have been stopped, or should I say a heartless's influence would turn the world sour. How does that sound to villains like them, Fool us once, shame on them. Fool me twice, they'll spend time in Jail on Earth. How does that sound for a couple of card-playing losers like you all of the time.

Marik : [to Bakura] I told you that was a stupid idea! That was all nothing but misunderstandings!

Bakura : [To Marik] Bite me, ya mug! I have no interest from a grunt like you! I don't know if we even agree on using these heartlesses that determined for power-hungry numb nuts! Why did I ever did to deserve like this?

Marik : Same goes to you. I just happened that we're not even wearing space suits on the author's creepy ass cartoonish moon we're on.

Ulala : So, who says that this never-ending conflict is going to end pretty soon, once we get to earth for serving time at prison and get ourselves a little chat.

Necrodeus : I say that this war is not even over. I am going to make you suffer all, and I even bet that this corrupt game has officially changed, all to the rule world in Darkness!

Ulala : Huh, What are you...Hey, what's going on? Who are you!? No! stay back! I said "Stay back"! (TV BUZZING) AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Hal : Ulala, you there? Ulala, are you there? Did you get that? Hello, Ulala! What the heck is going on in here! Hey,no! What do you think you're doing?! What are those things?! (A Skullseer laughing evilly is heard) No! Don't come any closer! YAAAAAAAHHHH! *TV BUZZING*

Noize : ULALAAAAAAA!!!

"Transmission Interrupted..."

~ Sixty-Ninth Scene : The Ruler of Darkness ~

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neurodecadence · 10 months

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RIN QUESTIONS: numbers divisible by 5, vowels

Goddam.

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust? I mean she approaches every interaction with a healthy amount of suspicion, so really you already have it by default. She warms fairly quickly, assuming any betrayal would be swift and brutal rather than prolonged. That said do not mistake that warmth for total trust, that is a prize not easily earned.

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them? "I'm just an itinerant chirurgeon, here to lance a few boils and make a few coin before I move on." It's not a special lie but she tells it a lot. She has the intonation practiced to perfection, a certain tired lilt intended to imply an unexcited malaise.

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? She has scripts for entering inns and adventurers guilds, planned conversations showing a character of a bored but dutiful medical professional. It's well established enough that she rarely gets questioned. If she's caught off script she will pause and consider carefully her next words. Between friends, dalliances, and drinking partners she is much quicker to answer, often embarrassing herself. It's the kind of free and open speech she could have with Seth that made her love him so much, and that he loved in her. Remembering that will often make her reticent once more.

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so? Rin has never really known familial love and only trusts what she can observe herself. Marrying Seth was as much about fleeing her home as it was loving him (though she did love him fiercely) She has had few platonic loves, but she views it as a kind of comradeship. People she knows would lie for her to keep her safe, and that she would fight to protect. As her day go on she finds them easier to come by, she isn't sure if this makes her happy or uncomfortable. There is one romantic love for her, as established.

25. What are their thoughts on marriage? RIn knows the kind of mad dedication she had to Seth is not common, not usual, perhaps not right, but she doesn't care. She found her one and only, and when she said forever in her vows, she meant it.

30. Who do they most regret meeting? In bitter-cold nights kept company by a jug of cheap wine she wishes Seth had never walked into the palace library, had never seen a little cripple girl pouring over medical texts, had never flashed that razor smile. Come morning she regrets it and the churning of her hangover mixes with a fresh dose of self loathing.

35. How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? To an extent. People who are excited about their passions, their works, a chance to see the works of an expert, she understands these things and would encourage them. She believes people should strive for perfection, even if they might never make it, because how else can society raise itself up. Excitement about petty drama, or even worse, magic would likely be ignored or derided. Despite softening a bit, she is still a bitch.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws? No one knows them closer or in more detail than Rin. There's nothing you can say she doesn't know already, that she hasn't made peace with.

A. Why are you excited about this character? So I made her for a dnd3.5 game that never went ahead, and I had no fucking idea what character I wanted to make. I was looking at class options when the name "Vivisectionist" stuck out to me. At the same time I was considering a video I had been watching over a decade ago in which someone was deriding Bald Grizzled White Army Man protagonists, and noting that the trend was continuing over even as they became fathers too. In that video he talked about how he could only think of two protagonists who were mothers, compared to a vast swathes of father figures. Now, I wasn't interested in making a mother, but I did consider the archetypal "Grizzled man angy cause wife am dead" kind of character and how it might be neat to flip that on its head. In a flash I had Rin almost formed in my head, a woman madly devoted to her husband even past death. She gripped onto my higher brain functions and something about her character, her intended playstyle, the question of what it means for an immortal to mourn forever, and also how she would fuck nasty as an unhealthy coping mechanism, it all really hooked me.

E. Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? I truly don't know. I think she'd be frustrated by me to be honest, and she'd scare me. Certainly not someone I'd want to roadtrip with.

I. Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? Mostly, but I have had some fun ideas about modern versions of her doing hotline miami shit. It is a fun version of her I have to admit, much less hinged than even canon Rin.

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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years

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Thank you for all your analysis posts! I did read the books but sometimes it's hard to keep track of all the details. A little question if you don't mind, on the "where the heck is Lettenhove" post, you mention we know for sure the bard is a nordling. Do you remember where this is stated? I'm love with the Toussaint idea but I wanna know how it connects to the other bits we know. Thank you!

Thank you so much! I am so glad you find them useful. Oh god the books are so dense. I’ve read them twice and written a hundred posts on them so I’ve referred to them a lot. Yet I feel like I now, officially, only understand about 65% of them.

So for the Where is Lettenhove post. I also enjoy the Toussaint theory, though, Dandelion COULD have revealed his birth name there to get it in with the Duchess. Geralt and Angoulême both express surprise that he pulled a high born Duchess. And when he and Geralt are fighting about it: (paraphrased)

Geralt: she’ll never marry you ya dumbass she’s a Duchess and you’re just a bard

Dandelion: BUT MY FAMILY IS PRETTY SPECIAL ACTUALLY—-

Then Geralt cuts him off. Geralt never learns, nor does he ever show interest in learning about Dandelion’s familial origins and we as the reader don’t learn them either.

Or. Lettenhove could be in Toussaint, and that’s why it’s the only place his non relatives know his birth name. It gets to be wherever we want. Ha

But anyway how do we know Dandelion is a Nordling? Well, just because he identifies himself as such on several occasions. (To Djikstra, to multiple Northern army types (Cintran, Temerians, Rivians) who are threatening his life.

He could be a deep deep under cover Nilfgaardian but I doubt it. His cousin probably wouldn’t be given a trusted government position in Kerack if his family had those ties. And he would have to be unbelievably dedicated to that cover to rid himself of any telltale cultural markers. (Tho that would be a cool fic)That’s speculation, but when you add it to the fact that Dandelion identifies himself as a Nordling I think it’s 95% certain. That is a statistic I have just pulled out if my ass. 😂 But you know what I mean.

#asks #jaskier #dandelion #where is Lettenhove

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Overgrown for the prompts?

She finds him in the orchard, among the flies, mold, and rotting fruit.

The sickly sweet odor of a thousand dead plums is an assault on her senses. Leonor reels back, dizzied. Nobody has tended to the orchards at Quinta de Talpa. For years they have been left to grow wild, an interruption of the ecosystem, sucking up all the water and nutrients in the soil yet feeding no one. A space dedicated to nothing more than decay.

It feels appropriate.

She has been thinking about her and Rinna’s situation. They came here looking for an escape, but lately it feels like a dead end. What once seemed like a promising start has become much like this orchard; untenable and stagnant.

By the time Mahariel reaches her she is miserable, looking at him as if he were the very cause of everything wrong in her life. It’s not too far from the truth.

“I wish you’d never come here,” she says, too angry to try and be clever with him.

Hamal looks at her, impassive and silent. His eyes shake in their usual unsteady tic, too blue to be real, strange and unsettling, but he’s listening. Most of their conversations involve him listening.

“You really fucked things up for me!” Leonor continues. “So many years trying to keep her safe and now we have a diplomatic incident on our hands because of you and your shit husband-”

“’Diplomatic’—what?” Hamal asks. Her tone combined with a reference to Zevran catches his attention, and his expression falls into a half-hearted glare. “I do not understand. What did you say about my husband?”

His Antivan is still not very good. He understands about half of what she says to him, but he knows just enough to be a real pain in the ass when he’s up to the effort of conversing. Frustrated, Leonor reaches into her pockets and produces a letter, written on good parchment, with an ornate seal.

“Who the fuck,” she begins, exasperated, “is writing to you from Orlais?” The paper crumples as she hits it for emphasis, startling him. “The fucking Left Hand of the Divine! Are you serious? How does she know you are here? Why does she even care?”

Hamal’s eyes follow the letter and he seems genuinely taken aback. “I… I do not know-”

“Read it!” She shoves the paper into his hands and takes out a dagger for good measure. “Out loud!”

Hamal glances at the letter, then at her weapon.

“Read!”

“Ya, ya, calma,” he says, unworried. “One moment. Thank you.”

Leonor is no Templar, no guard and no soldier. She watches him read in utter silence, and runs her hand through her curls, giving them a desperate tug. Finally, feeling that she might have been a tad hasty, she puts the knife away.

“Well? What does it say?” she asks.

It says she is overstepping, as usual, Hamal thinks.

Leliana, it seems, has done well for herself since the Blight. Truth be told, he is not too pleased by the letter in his hands. While most would think no news is good news, Leliana has taken it upon herself to spend time and resources tracking them down.

Hamal sighs and closes his eyes, aware of Leonor still watching him. He wishes Zevran was here to discuss this. How troubling.

“She is a friend from Ferelden,” he explains, and tries desperately to think of how to spin this in their favor. He struggles a bit with the next part. “Me ayudó… con… cuando… uhm...”

Waving a hand through the air, he brings it down in a swoop of wings.

“Raar, raar. Demonio. The Archdemon. She helped us end the Blight.”

“The Left Hand of the Divine helped you defeat the Archdemon,” Leonor repeats, and she sinks to the ground in a moody crouch. “Of course. And I suppose she and Zevran are the best of friends.”

“Yes. Friends.” Hamal forms a little twist with his fingers. “Leliana and Zevran. She wants to see us.”

“Then maybe you should go.”

Leonor covers her eyes, mortified. The Divine’s Left Hand! An army of Chantry forces will surely follow. They’ll find a decrepit estate, full of falsified documents, blood magic, assassins, apostates, tax evasion! What will become of Rinnala then, when she is no longer at her side?

Contentious relationship aside, Hamal does sympathize. He knows enough about Leonor to understand that her freedom was hard-won, and that her concerns for Rinnala mirror his own feelings toward Zevran. He steps closer, carefully, and kneels beside her.

“Rinnala does not want us to go,” he says slowly. “She has to decide. Zevran will wait for her to ask him to leave.”

Abruptly, he continues in his native language, something she vaguely recognizes as that curious Coastal Fereldan Elvhen. Different from the way the Antivan Dalish speak.

“I will write Leliana,” he says, holding a palm out and scribbling on it with his finger. “I will tell her we are well and correspond with her accordingly. I will tell her not to come. Que no venga.”

He wags a finger ‘no’.

“Zevran will agree with this plan. No Chantry forces will come to Quinta de Talpa. No Templars will ever chain you again.”

And they’ve squabbled with each other enough in these past months to have built a little bridge all their own. Some understanding, past the language barrier, past the distrust, allows her to grasp his meaning. Leonor puzzles out what he’s saying, unable to believe him, but tempted by the offer.

“Alright… alright,” she says finally. “But we are to read every letter you send. Do not try anything underhanded!”

Hamal nods. “Nothing bad. Promise.”

Leonor scoffs and pulls herself up, grasping him by the shoulder.

“Let’s go. It smells awful. Why are you even out here?”

“There are animals in the orchard,” Hamal says idly. “I was setting traps.”

“Animals?”

“Little ones. They eat the plums. Ah, hm… they go like this.” Unable to describe them, he holds out a hand and makes little motions with his fingers, like a creature scurrying. Then he bunches it up into a fist, as if the creature were curling up.

“Armadillos?” Leonor asks.

Hamal shrugs. A curious moment of peace transpires. The entire conversation has his mind spinning.

“This will work,” he tells her, glancing at her warily, “but not forever. Leliana is not the only one who will come. One day, Rinnala has to let us leave. You promise me.”

“Buddy,” Leonor sighs, “if it were up to me, you would already be gone.”

#rinnywrites #dragon age #this prompt has been in my inbox for years! thank you anon <3 #i'm having a time figuring out the dynamics between the (growing) cast of this story but i do think #that hamal and leonor would be friends if their partners weren't exes trapped in a toxic cycle of retraumatization #this would be set towards the end of the story... might have to rewrite the whole thing down the line tbh #but writing exploratory/hypothetical scenes is part of my writing process unfortunately #oc: hamal mahariel #oc: leonor #additionally i'm hoping the language barriers aren't too confusing #just assume every bit of dialogue that is NOT in italics is in antivan (portrayed as fantasy spanish for all intents and purposes)#it'll be translated for the reader except when trying to portray certain things like hamal's struggle in communication here for instance

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Your Beloved...(Chapter 11)

Mini and Cutler walking together. After some time they both stop as cutler is tired now. His leg is weak now. They were sat on the sea shore.

Mini: Is your leg hurting?

Cutler: Yes, (sigh) A little.

Mini: The infection is recover but your leg is became little weak now.

Cutler: But it's better than lost of leg. If the infection won't recover maybe you would have been cut my leg.

Mini: yes. but Thank god.

Cutler: By the way we are staying together almost 1 month. But We don't know anything other than each other's names. And as friends, we have the right to know about each other. Is not it?

Mini: Yes, you're right. let's start.

Cutler: So, I am Lord Cutler Becket. The...

Mini: The Chairman of East India Trading Company. You joined East India Trading Company as a governor. For many years you faithfully served the Company, eventually becoming the Director of West African Imports and Exports for the Company. From your post in calabar , you organized a search for the mythical island of karma, hoping to find its legendary trajor. But something happened there and you mission became unsuccessful. You nonetheless continued to work for the Company. More than a decade after the incompleat mission, You were granted the title of , eventually becoming the Company's governor. As a duly appointed representative of king george II, he led the Company's expansion in the Caribbean, taking control over Port royal with the blessing of the Crown, turning it into his base of operations. With the huge EITC fleet and army of mercenaries an under your command, Lord Beckett made it his goal to forever annihilate piracy from the world. And then.....

Cutler: How do you know that?

Mini: amm....actually...(nervous)

Cutler: who are you? How do you know about this? (suspicious)

Mini: (in mind) If I tell him that I am from future then he will take this in wrong way. I won't be able to know him properly.

Cutler: Mini...

Mini: oh..come on Cutler... You only said this to me.

Cutler: Did I? When?

Mini: When you was at unconscious state.

Cutler: Really?

Mini: yes.. and you were also muttering some like sparrow, pirates many things. What was that mean?

Cutler: AAhan...long story. I will tell you later. Now will you tell me about yourself?

Mini: Ok...(bright smile) As you know my name. Soudamini Sen. You can understand by my name that I am from India, West Bengal. I am a doctor. Actually I'm studying in medical science. My vacation is started so I decided to do a tour of Caribbean.

Cutler: Strange.

Mini: why?

Cutler: Because I didn't hear about any Indian is studying and they are involved at this noble work.

Mini is about to argue but the she remember that She is in past.

Mini: Yes, now it's looking rare but in future this will be an ultimate truth.

Mini said with a sparkling eyes.

Cutler: (in mind) Will it really happen? Don't know. But there was a determination in her voice. It makes me forcefully believe that it will surely happen. She is so young. But sometimes talk like a matured person.

Mini: Hey, where have you lost? (waving her hand)

Cutler: Oh...nowhere.

Mini: Breakfast in ready. I think we should go.

Cutler: Hmm...let's go.

She help him to stand and they headed to their hut.

Black pearl,

Barbosa: (tensed) hey Captain Turner. you should stay careful.

Will: What happen?

Barbosa: Devy jone is get his life back.

Elizabeth: WHAT?????

Elizabeth: Barbosa, how can be Devy Jones is alive? Will was stabbed on his heart and killed him.

Barbosa: You forgot one thing your highness. Calypso is alive. Maybe she did something.

Will: But Barbosa, It was a rule that The Dutchman must have a Captain. And The Captain should be immoral.

Elizabeth: Devy jones, stated this ritual. He cut his heart and close it in a chest. So that's why will cut his heart and dedicate himself to the sea and take this responsibility. The Captain of Dutchman has a responsibility to the souls of people who died in the sea. He take them to the after life.

Bill turner: But Calypso is an unpredicted goddess. We can't guess her intention your highness.

Bill Turner came there.

Barbosa: your highness, I need sometime to find more detail regarding this.

Elizabeth: ok...Mr. Gibs you will bring jack.

Mr. gibs: aye...

Elizabeth: dismiss.

Everyone is gone. Elizabeth is looking worried.

Elizabeth: Will...

She went to him.

Will: don't worry Elizabeth.

Elizabeth is about to hug him.

CAP'N TURNER. WE SHOULD SET SAIL.

Will: aye...(to Elizabeth) I have to go. take care.

Will went to his ship. Elizabeth is looking at him with teary eyes.

Bill came and held her shoulder.

Elizabeth: Father...(teary eye)

Bill: Dear, My son is alive with the power of you love. Don't worry. He'll back.

Elizabeth wipes her tears and nods.

Bill: So, your highness. May I take my leave ?

Elizabeth: (smile) Sure Mr. Turner.

Will: Mr. turner

Bill look at Will.

Will: if you say you can stay with your beloved daughter-in-law.

Elizabeth: Well he has more experience than you Captain Turner and you really need him my dear husband.

She look at Bill.

Bill: Yes, your highness....Aye Aye Cap'n.

The Dutchman set the sail and Barbosa keep researching for the reason of the mess is going.

#@fandom-imaginees #potc #potc fanfiction #lord cutler beckett #lord cutler beckett x reader #cutler beckett #cutler beckett x reader #pirates #pirates of the carribean: at worlds end #pirates of the carribean #pirates of the caribbean #fanfiction #cutler beckett imagine #cutler beckett fanfiction #cutler becket X fem reader #tomholander #cutler becket x oc

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cuddlerlouis · 2 years

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hey cam, i just read the bbc article (really shitty and awful how he emphasized how btm has ‘failed to climb the charts’ and compared louis to other 1d members) and i was wondering if you know how spotify monthly listeners are counted? bc i find it really weird that liam has got more than louis when objectively speaking we know louis’ solo career has been much more fruitful than liam’s. it’s also weird to me how harry has so many more listeners than some of the biggest names of the industry like beyoncé and elton john. does radio influence that number? cos that’d explain it a bit. also, do you think there’s a chance that louis will be more commercially successful with fitf? now that he expressed that that is something he’d like, i’m really hoping it happens for him, but i’m afraid he won’t have what it takes to be popular on radio.

hi anon. i won't lie, streaming or following charts is not how i enjoy music, so i pay really little attention to that and couldn't explain how things actually work. i know spotify's monthly listeners are affected by new releases, by how many streams artists get, and whether their songs are in popular playlists, played often on radio, or used on social media like tiktoks. huge fanbases like army, blinks, harries, etc are obviously important to chart, but casually listeners are just as well. radio play and promo is definitely what brings new listeners and more avid fans.

i personally don't pay attention to all that, like i said it's not how i enjoy music, whenever i listen to the radio, half of the songs aren't even that good but they get plays because they're trending on titkok or whatever. i found this a great example but the recent AM or the 1975 songs haven't charted that well either and yet those are two acclaimed and popular bands. so at this point, charting is just a number and a strategic plan to achieve that. some of the time, things happen naturally like kate bush trending and charting very well because of ST4 but others only get their #1 after relentless promo tactics through radio and social media.

what louis would need to be more commercially successful, is to expand his fandom to new people. he's already got a huge dedicated fanbase, which is what helped tour and why it was so amazing, but what his team has lacked since the start of his solo career is to expand the fanbase to the general public. even if many more aspects are to be taken into consideration, that's what harry's team has been able to do and why it works so well for him. i don't know who told louis his music couldn't be played on radio, but it simply isn't true. i understand that he isn't after a song to 100% fit radio now but his music can definitely be played and appreciated on more popular stations. what louis' team hasn't done much is also promote it to stations that do play more indie tunes, present louis to more indie music-related media, etc etc but i think it could be beneficial as well.

#asks #anonymous

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brooklynislandgirl · 3 months

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The puzzled look on Beth's face causes an incredulous smile to draw itself across Dr. Strange's chiseled features, driving deep grooves around his cheeks and eyes. Of any student he's ever had, only Beth would ask that.

"Because you're incredibly capable, of course. Borderline savant. Anybody would be proud to have you as their student, and probably Nic West, most of all. " He glances down at the document in his hand. "Now, granted, he doesn't like being upstaged, especially by a student, and he and I have what you could charitably describe as an... acrimonious relationship... aaaand it's just a cold hard fact that his last three mentees haven't exactly been success stories. But if I'm completely honest, the man's far more willing to attend the butcher shop we call an ER than I am. He's seen and dealt with issues I haven't. The more well-rounded your knowledge base is, the better off you'll be. Even I have to admit that much."

He lets the written inquiry fall to his desktop with a pursing of his lips, then flickers his gaze back up to her. She does a good job of trying to hide her displeasure; what he sees is a quick downcast of her own eyes towards her toes, a clasping of her hands together in front of her. She was almost too quick for him to catch it, but there'd been a fleeting instant there where he'd seen the stricken, doe-eyed expression.

He knows that look well by now. When half her face seems to be occupied by her eyes, like she can't open them widely enough to capture the world around her. It's a feature he understands perhaps a little too well, even if he hasn't lived her specific life. It's the gaze of a person of extraordinary privilege, whose experience with trauma are quiet, too convenient to notice, and might require the entirety of their largesse to compensate the army of therapists they would require.

Except the money could go to better things than the petty selfishness of self-rehabilitation.

Stephen saves his petty selfishness for other pursuits.

He drives those troughs into his visage again to offer her a smile of reassurance. "Okay, okay. That's obviously a no-go. I'll let him know you belong to me."

Lost Sparks || Accepting

A quiet conversation held in an office in the aery reaches of the hospital, though he has a much smaller, much more cramped one on the university campus as well. The walls are honey-combed with book shelves: some contain tomes of the latest techniques ~not the least of which were ones that he pioneered, invented whilst held in the embrace of his own brilliance~ and others held wisdom passed down more than decades, ages past. Some hold awards and certificates. His desk takes up a good portion of one quarter of the room and its top is littered with files, envelopes, charts, a sleek laptop, a desk phone. There's chairs she could have easily sat in. A small couch that is sometimes the only bed he sleeps in for days and even then only a couple hours at a time. Some people might dismiss him as some playboy-hot shot Doctor, the kinds that they portray on steamy night time dramas but those people don't know the real Stephen Strange. He bleeds himself dry to preform every day miracles. There isn't any other medical doctor who has even half his skill, the Admiral included. And no other man's opinion holds as much sway with her as his does. She's spent months now trying to prove that her dedication is absolute. That she is willing to learn and adapt and be moulded to suit any real or imagined need he might have so that she could continue to learn under him. He'd never given any indication that she'd displeased him, that she'd let him down or failed something he'd asked or assigned to her so catastrophically that there was no chance to make it right. Anyone in her place could understand then why she'd spent all of the day before in searing shock, unable to process the simple language typed onto the page indicating that she would be stripped away from his mentoring and be placed under the tutelage of Nicodemus West. She could blame the tears which refused to slide down her cheeks blurring the words together. She could tell her roomate that Haole isn't her native language. She could make up any number of excuses for why she'd received the letter. Instead, she'd come here first thing in the morning. Hadn't bothered with office hours. Hadn't made an appointment. Barged in like Horatio Nelson at the Battle of Trafalgar, and set the letter and a perfectly made cup of coffee: quad espresso, single origin, pour-over, 200-degree temperature, steamed milk, one pump hazelnut, two pumps vanilla, cinnamon sprinkle. So softly she might have been drownt out by the beating of her heart and the tick of his watch telling time, she'd demanded to know why he was sending her away. She'd not expected the answer she got. But neither had she ever forgotten. Perhaps especially now when Stephen stands on the opposite side of the barrier she'd cast only moments before; a thick blister of raw magick shot through threads of spiritual mana which provides a double-lock against the demon hovering over her. It isn't that the Sorcerer Supreme can't fight his own battles. Quite the opposite, in some ways he can out fight her on many fronts. But this creature has particular wants and Beth cannot say for certain that Stephen would have walked away from this unscathed. The demon has courted the Sanctum night after night. Infiltrated dreams with false promises and bargains requiring only desire existing. Those very tender young souls and a couple of the yearning elder ones were easy to collect as leverage. It turns and leers at Stephen, mocking laughter rattling around inside of her head and likely his too. It wants him to watch. It wants to sup on his anger and misery, savouring the anticipation. Thick, noxious saliva drips down its fangs as it swings its head back toward her. It bathes her in foul breath and Beth looks literally a little green around the gills. "You should go now, Stephen. I got dis."

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