#listen they are both bastards and they are so so alike

[odin-suggestion]

I still think about that moment in the comics where Odin hired Black Panther to kill Loki. But then how Odin gets very upset if anything happens to Loki. If BP had done it, what do you think Odin would have done?

I think about this so much.

Like, here's the context: The War of the Realms is imminent and Odin is finally realizing that he picked the wrongest possible way to deal with it. Freyja called it, and Loki sided with her when she rebelled against Odin over it, and then he (apparently) defected to the enemy, then he (apparently) tried to kill Freyja and nearly succeeded. Odin is going through some shit and once again, much of it is Loki's fault. So it's not that shocking that he'd want something done about Loki, and let's be real: for Asgardians, killing them is just making them go somewhere. To a god, death is a prison sentence, and Loki is the gods' best escape artist.

And while Odin absolutely (even by his own admission), has his moments... he's not stupid.

In that comic, Odin goes to Black Panther and starts off by saying, "Let me tell you a story."

In this story, Odin says, "A long time ago, I, a young god, and your ancestor, the first Black Panther, fought a terrible creature together with some other heroes. When we had defeated it, the Black Panther called for mercy -- something was clearly wrong with this creature, and he wanted to help it. I disagreed: I thought we should kill it and nail its corpse to the moon as a warning to the rest of its kind."

And then Odin says, "I was wrong. The Black Panther was wiser than I was."

He uses this story to illustrate why he respects the Black Panther -- a fellow king, a powerful warrior, and a man of great wisdom. And then Odin says, "That creature we fought: its friends are coming to Earth to get revenge for what we did, and Loki is helping them.* I want you to kill him for the greater good."

*(Loki, for his part, is doing all of this because Malekith intends to use Earth as the battleground for the War of the Realms and the Avengers aren't Avengering hard enough. They need a bad guy to fight so they'll have an excuse to get the band back together.)

Odin says he can't do it because he's weak, he loves his son too much to kill him himself, even knowing the destruction he's about to cause. And it seems like it doesn't quite fit together, does it? Odin didn't go to one of the other heroes he fought alongside in that fight. He didn't ask the Ghost Rider, arbiter of cosmic justice. He didn't ask Earth's Sorcerer Supreme, who's recently had to deal with Loki's bullshit and is eager to kick his ass. He didn't ask the Phoenix, favorite of his old companions. He asked the Black Panther -- the only one to disagree with him. The one who wisely called for mercy and understanding.

And then I remember Young Avengers.

And I remember when the whole thing first starts, and Billy's in trouble and America swoops in to rescue him -- not from the terrible mage-eating monster he's just accidentally summoned, but from Loki. And when they finally get a moment to sit down to talk about it, she tells Billy:

"Don't trust Loki. He knew something was going to happen and he told me that to prevent it, I should kill you."

And Loki says, "Sometimes the only way to be the good guy is to play the bad guy everyone expects you to be. What would you have done if I'd told you Billy was in trouble?"

"Nothing," she admits.

A year after this conversation with Odin, T'Challa walks into Avengers tower with a file on everything Loki's been up to recently and says to the Avengers, "What have all of you heard about the War of the Realms?"

#ooc obvs #character analysis #listen they are both bastards and they are so so alike #both of them are just over here playing 5d chess with the realms as their game board #odin does definitely get some bad writing and he's often the obligatory bad parent for thor and loki childhood angst plotlines #which is fine!!! he's a narrative tool!!! they're stories!!! #but he's a way more complex and interesting character than he gets credit for in fandom i think

[peachymilkandcream]

My Husband, My Monster|Part 1|William Afton x Wife!Reader

(A/N: So this is the fandom that won the poll! I'll try and keep these and Break Me Slowly regular, but still feel free to give me requests for both in my inbox, I do oneshots and headcanons as well as I'll answer your questions and comments! (Please just read the rules first) I think I have a general timeline and idea of the lore [It's FNAF lore it's complicated as fuck] so I'm going with my best guess on things. Hope you guys enjoy!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, power imbalance, age difference, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere themes, yandere behaviours, domestic violence, misogyny, violence, William's a warning himself, etc.

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Who knew that a bit of twisted words and cash made all of your problems go away? William had struggled to stay open with Henry Emily's company showing such strides in mechanical technology. He was still wearing homemade cloth suits while his rival had dancing puppets that children adored. His dreams and ideas were being stolen right out from under him in his eyes, rolling in mountains of debt and the threat of closing down looming over his head. They were his characters, his dream, his business idea, and the bastard had to steal it and make it better. Even though he had bought William out of debt all those years back, it didn't change the sting of defeat when the two businesses merged.

Now he didn't regret it, Fredbear's Family Diner was just starting out but it was already projected to be a success. His characters took centre stage and had never been more alive, delighting young and old alike, his legacy started now.

Which is when he noticed the girl sitting at a table with her friend, they were giggling and laughing together over some inside joke. William had always had a soft spot for pretty girls, his more reckless years spent taking what women offered him freely, now he didn't have the time.

However for this girl he might just be able to make the time.

Casually he walks over, pretending to just be passing by, when he spies the job application she's filling out on the table and catching snippets of their conversation.

"I'm just saying, you're not going to have time for school while getting even a part time job." The friend was saying this, a slightly concerned expression on her face. "And now offence, you're not the brightest bulb, you need all the time to study that you can get."

"Well thanks." She mutters, giggling slightly. "But I can't afford college with my situation now. Mom and Dad agreed to pay for most of it, but-" She hesitates with a blush. "I want the full college experience."

"Ooh~" Her friend seems intrigued. "My best friend finally loosing her innocence? Scandalous."

She scoffs. "Look I just haven't found the right guy yet, it'll happen when it happens."

At this William can't help but interject. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but glance over your shoulder and see you're applying for a job here."

She meets his eyes, and man was he a sucker for a pretty face. "Yeah I am, are you a manager here?"

He chuckles a little. "No actually, I'm the owner." While co-owner was technically true he liked to tell people he owned it solely to give himself an ego boost. "If you wanted, I could do the interview right here."

"Wait really?"

"Actually, she's fine, thanks, she's going to get a job with my mom or something. Come on let's go-" Her friend slides out of the booth, trying to drag the woman with her.

"Well I'm going to be brutally honest with you here ma'am, for a girl your age your options are going to be extremely limited. And even though the pay isn't great it's a great experience."

She stops, considering his words before waving off her friend. "Go ahead, I think I'll still fill it out, never hurts."

"If you'd like I can interview you right now, save some time."

"Oh wow that would be awesome-"

"Seriously? Listen, this guy gives me a weird feeling, let's just go okay? And I'll find you something better." The friend again reaches for her to come along, but the girl refuses.

"I'm serious, go on and I'll tell you how it went later."

With a huff her friend leaves, a clearly annoyed expression evident on her face.

William regains his composure before sitting across from her. "So, a job. Tell me what you can do." He crosses his hands on the table in front of her, a smile easily coming to his face.

"Well, I was thinking I would be a good server, I'm good with people, especially kids, and I love to clean. I can cook pretty well too but I think something at this scale would be too much for me." She laughs a little, clearly trying to ease a little nervousness.

He joins in on her laughter, hoping to make her comfortable around him, since that's what he wanted. "I suppose that's fair. Out of curiosity, why is it you want this job?" She was hired already, that he knew, a pretty face with a nice ass? What more could you want from an employee?

"Well I'm in college, and I want to be able to afford just some extras to really experience that life before it's too late."

"College?" He feigns interest, in his opinion all she was doing was wasting her most fertile years and her money. If she's halfway decent at any of her qualifications then she'd easily find a rich enough man like him, pop out a few kids and have a truly fulfilling life. "Can I ask what for?"

"Psychology, the human mind has always fascinated me."

"Oh yes definitely." He suppresses an eye roll, even more of a useless degree, maybe he could help this girl from throwing her life away because she thinks deep thoughts will make her money. "Then I should ask for your class schedule for hours."

"Right, I always keep it with me because I'm always forgetting." She giggles again, pulling it out of her purse and handing it to him. "I cannot work these times but anything else I'm there."

Wanting these hours to know when not to schedule this girl was the last thing on William's mind. "Well I'll do what I can, but it's not that easy, you have to be flexible in the real world."

"Of course, I understand that sir."

"William, call me William. My grandfather was sir and my father was Mr. Afton, so I'm just William." He flashes another smile, coaxing one from her lips as well.

"Alright, William." She tests his name out on her tongue with a soft smile and a subtle blush, the poor girl clearly hasn't been within five feet of a man before.

"Now Miss, have you had any work experience prior to this?"

"No, I haven't, this sounds entitled but I've never really had the need to up until now?"

"There's nothing wrong with that, although I'll need to teach you the proper dynamic between employee and employer. But I trust that won't be a problem, right?"

"Not at all sir-er-William. I'm more than happy to learn."

"Good, all you need to know is that I'm your friend, but I have authority over you so you need to follow what I say without question."

"Why without question?"

Oh she was so naive. "Insubordination, it's grounds with which you can be fired. So best not to stray too far towards that right?" He winks.

"Absolutely-" She shivers slightly.

"Then if that's it..." He draws the moment out for it to seem authentic. "Welcome to Fredbear's Family Diner and we're happy to have you on the team." He extends a hand to shake, which she grasps eagerly, her rows of white teeth on full display.

"Oh thank you so much! When do I start?"

"We'll have you start next week, let's say, Monday."

"That's perfect, that's so perfect-" She glances at the door. "I really should go, I think I've pissed her off enough as it is, thank you for your time." She shakes his hand and hurries out the door.

"Oh trust me, don't worry about it." He watches her go, a small smile coming to his face.

This was just the beginning.

#william afton #william afton x oc #william afton x reader #my husband my monster #steve raglan #steve raglan x oc #steve raglan x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddys #purple guy #five nights at freddys movie

[inkelea]

𓏲 ༘⋆ ࣪𓇼 SECRETS OF THE OCEAN!

pairing: landboy!bang chan x mermaid!fem!reader

synopsis: after chan navigates through the ocean he finds himself in an unknown island, so empty it gives anyone on there a sense of loneliness and sorrow. however, this feeling doesn’t last long, since he’s quickly immersed in the life’s of a mermaid and a siren.

genre: fluff, comedy, strangers to lovers (not really), mermaid au, angst, hurt/comfort, pining, impossible love, different worlds.

warnings: bad parents, talk of loneliness, friendship plays a big role in the story, seungmin is a menace, there’s a big amount of backstory, mermaids and sirens are not the same thing, y/n is described with hair (no specific length), curly hair chan appreciation!!

word count: 8.5k

a/n: this took almost two months to be done, but it’s finally here! honestly I thought I was gonna leave it halfway, everyone thank cinny for giving me the strength to finish this tbh. I even made a playlist for the story in which the songs match with the events that occur in the fic. you obviously don’t need to listen to it while reading it but I think it could be fun. if you’re a fast/slow reader… oops, but still. enjoy the reading! ik i had fun writing it:)

The ocean moves alongside the flow of the wind, making all the ocean life direct themselves to the north. It's a cloudy night with the full moon shining its brightest at the very top of the sky. Due to the almost impossible task to make anything out of the mist to the human eye, Seungmin surprises himself at the sight of a boy riding in a rather small boat.

He seems happy. Excited, would be a better word. It was like he didn’t even realize the gravity of the situation he somehow was in. The siren didn’t have to check twice to realize the boy, who seemed to be in his first adult years, wouldn’t survive the whole night out in the hell of earth.

Still, it was good entertainment for him and his only company in the vast world that was called ocean.

He focuses his eyes in the water, praying to every deity he was ever taught about in school that he could find his best friend in the whole place that they called home. Soon enough, the silhouette of a mermaid hunting after a crab that was way too big for her to eat alone, came into view. Such a greedy bastard, in his opinion.

After some minutes you’ve finally come up from your diving, showing excitedly to your friend the 1:00 am snack you just found.

“Look at this Min! It’s a dungeness crab!” you yell. Grabbing the crab with both hands and putting it in front of Seungmin’s face, you continue, “Bigger than their usually size for some unknown reason… isn’t it amazing?”

The contagious smile in your face fades away quite quickly when he takes the crustacean out of your hands and pulls you with him behind the stack he was hiding himself with. When he’s got your attention, he goes as far as putting his arms all the way at the top of the rock and putting all his weight in the cold and rough landform.

“If you’re that hungry maybe he should be your next victim.”

You follow his eyes until you spot a boat in the middle of the ocean. You rub your eyes just in case you’ve seen that wrong. No, totally right, there’s a deranged boy in a tiny boat in the middle of the ocean, way past midnight.

“Do you think he has a suicide wish?” you ask, resting your head in the stack.

“Nah, it looks like he’s just dumb.”

You cackle at your friends’ words, but your laughs quickly end when you see him eating your well earned snack. “Hey! You gluttonous blobfish look-alike!” You puff out your cheeks and pounce on top of him, creating a big splash sound. “Give me back my food!”

With a staffed mouth and tired eyes, Seungmin uses his free hand to cover your mouth. “Stop. I think he heard us.”

“Don’t change the topic! He hasn’t! And if so, why does it matter? It’s not like his weak human eyes can see anything with all this fog.”

Contrary to your beliefs, the boy, just as Seungmin said, did hear you. He gets up inside the boat and looks around until he reaches your position. Yes, it might be true he couldn’t see much with the fog, but when the full moonlight is reflecting on you so beautifully, he finds it easy to distinguish the two people looking at him.

His reckless attitude might not have been scary enough to startle you, however, the second his small rectangular object is focusing on the stack you are hiding behind, the fear starts to kick in.

It hasn’t even passed five seconds when you both have submerged in the water. Seungmin still has the half-eaten crab on his hand and you force yourself to not scream at him then and there. He has a quite pained expression on, like he regrets ever saying anything about the human boy being there.

Time passes slowly and quietly. Seungmin, who keeps denying sharing the crab, has gone up leaving you behind. From your position you can see part of the boat and how it’s going in your direction. Almost like a hunter going after their prey.

You lock eyes with Seungmin while remaining in your position. This has never happened before, but you know exactly what to do. He nods his head and starts swimming, quickly having reached the boat. You cover your ears the moment he starts singing, the boy’s eyes adapt a white color and his boat changes directions. It isn’t necessary, but you dive in and hit your tail against the water, the sudden wave making the boat move faster.

Soon enough the boat is on the closest island. Which was casually famous for how many sailors shipwrecked there.

You waste no time to reach the land, making sure the boy is asleep.

“We can't leave him here,” you say without taking your eyes off of him.

“Why not? your pod always did it like this. It’s not our fault he’s out of his mind.” He throws a bunch of seaweed at the boy and sits down. “Always the stupid land people…”

You roll your eyes at your friend’s antics, picking up the plant and throwing it at him. “He looks young. Every young person is stupid. Still, he surely has a family, we just can’t.”

The object in his hands is quickly taken away by you, wanting to see it more closely.

“This is the thing the elders were always so scared of. Seems not that interesting if I’m being honest.”

“You even know how that works?” Seungmin looks strangely interested in the object.

The way you throw it at the sand gives him every answer he needs. Stretching his arm to reach the object without getting out of the water he picks it up, still curious.

“It has to be something really bad. I wasn't even part of the pod and I still frighten every time I see one of these.”

Meanwhile he keeps examining the thing which you quickly learn is called a camera, it said so in the back. You focus on the boy. He has straight black hair and black painted nails. Definitely not the usual look of the typical men you see on ships around your home. He looks at peace, like the induced sleep was everything he needed to be happy. Your hand pushes away the hair out of his eyes, but you regret it when he stirs in his sleep. Thankfully, he doesn’t wake up.

A sudden flash takes you out of your trance and you quickly turn to the other side. Seungmin is holding the camera in your direction, with an open mouth and even bigger eyes.

You frown your eyebrows and wait for an explanation, but when he shows your reflection in the tiny little object, you almost choke in your saliva.

“Why am I in there?!” you shriek a bit too distressed.

He, however, just starts laughing. His sight stays on the camera and the rest of the people that are in it. With one last look at the sleeping boy he goes underwater still laughing. Still too anguished to even remember the existence of the boy, you go after Seungmin, wanting to know more about the new object in your possession.

Waking up alone on an island at what seemed very early hours of the morning wasn’t common for Chan. In fact, he didn’t think it was common for anyone.

Rubbing his eyes as he gets up, he starts to panic. The reality of the situation he’s in starting to sink in. He's on an island, alone. At least he still has his phone.

The small screen marks 6:37 am and Chan is about to rip all of his hair off.

Was it a bad idea to travel the ocean alone at night? Yes, but he didn’t think he would blackout only one hour after parting and wake up on what seemed like an undiscovered island. It looked completely deserted. The lack of trees made it seem like a hurricane had come over and destroyed everything.

It doesn't pass long when Chan starts to feel the loneliness that characterizes the place. This only worsens when he realizes his camera is gone, all his memories with it.

He tries to look at the problem from an optimistic view, like he always does, but it’s quite difficult at the moment. He throws himself backwards falling on the sand, trying to remember what had happened last night for him to feel like he was hungover.

When he’s about to fall asleep again he hears giggles. Loud ones. Sitting up he’s able to distinguish two heads coming out from the water. A girl and a boy. She's laughing so hard Chan thinks she might be left without oxygen. He's frowning so hard that Chan thinks he might lose his eyebrows. And everything is wholesome until he sees his camera in the girl’s hands.

“Hey, you! Is that my camera?” Chan asks, perplexed and annoyed.

if you had turned your head any faster your neck would have probably broken. A hundred and more curse words start to pop up in your head, you had completely forgotten about the boy’s existence. However, you don’t have too much more time to look at him because Seungmin pulls your hand underwater with him.

It might have been the dazed state he was in, but he jumps into the water the moment you disappear. He wants to be angry, but right after seeing two tails swimming, his mind breaks into tiny pieces. He stays there, floating, seeing you swim until you suddenly stop.

Your eyes are shining, and not in a figurative way. A very sparkly neon blue has taken over your iris, making him feel immediately curious about you.

Seungmin pulls and pulls, but you stay still. The boy’s unfocused eyes roam your face and yours roam his clothes, knowing he will regret wearing them the moment he starts swimming. Your hand tightens around his camera, it isn’t fair. Nothing of what you did to him is.

Finally you break free from Seungmin’s grip and swim to the boy. He starts to look fidgety, almost shy, but you don’t pay attention to it. When you have finally reached him, he has gone to the surface, unable to hold his breath any longer.

The moment you follow him to the surface Seungmin rolls his eyes. “Stupid love-struck mermaids and they’re dumb land boys.”

Your eyes go back to normal and an awkward smile covers your face. He, however, seems to have fallen out of his trance, adopting now a terrified expression.

“I’m sorry.”

They are simple, yet powerful words. You hand him the camera, but he seems reluctant to even the mere thought of touching you.

“Are you gonna kill me?” he says with puppy eyes and water from his hair dripping all over his face.

You bite your lip in order to stop the laughs that are threatening to get out. Taking his wrist you put his palm faced upwards, and then leave the camera on it. Lastly, you close his hand over the object, his eyes not leaving yours.

“You'd be dead already if I wanted to kill you.”

He gulps and looks down at his camera. He should get out of here right at this exact moment, but he can’t.

With shaky hands he opens up the camera gallery, only to be met with multiple photos of you and the boy who you were previously with. There’s zoomed photos of the scales in your tail, photos of you eating what seemed to be a lobster, and more of the same. The last one was a photo of your friend asleep in a destroyed ship. It made a smile creep up on his face.

Your webbed hand circling firmly around his wrist takes him back to earth. Your unusually long nails brush against the start of his palm and he feels the need to examine the scales scattered around your hand. It's then when he, once again, remembers a girl with a tail is in front of him. A mermaid stole from him and all he is doing is adoring her features. But mermaids don’t exist, right?

Your name comes out as a whisper and it makes his wandering eyes stay still. His breath gets caught up in his throat and he is suddenly super aware of his surroundings. Hearing you talk feels like honey dripping.

“I'm Chan,” he whispers back, too afraid to break the soothing atmosphere that formed around you.

Much to Chan's dismay, every bubble has to explode at some point. In this case, it breaks the moment neon green eyes appear in between you and him.

Chan jumps scared and flinches. He is quick to pick out your rolling eyes and the small smack you give the boy. The situation is quite comedic, but the green eyes torturing him make him stay as motionless as a doll.

You, not as entertained and not even a bit horrified by Seugmin’s actions, take him by the hair and pull. He shrieks immediately of course, his whole ‘evil siren act’ going away with the wind.

“Are you trying to kill me or what?!” He is holding his head and trying to look at you as scary as he can.

Now you’re entertained.

“Don’t mind Seungmin, he wasn’t fed enough sardines when he was born.”

Chan is… speechless. He doesn't know if it’s his survival instincts, or just the fact that he is completely terrified, but he starts swimming your opposite way. However, just as you predicted, he starts regretting wearing clothes when they slow him down more and more every second.

His sort of escape plan is doomed when Seungmin appears in front of him, his hands squeezing Chan's shoulders. Slowly, he starts making Chan retrocede, until your hands replace Seungmin’s.

Chan doesn’t dare to turn, he is sure he would break right after seeing your face. And yet, what you do is a hundred times worse.

“Are you dumb or just intimidated?”

Your breath hits his nape and your hands pass to be intertwined over his chest. Trying to distract himself with fear is no longer possible as Seungmin has gone underwater. All that is left for Chan are your whispers and hair tickling him.

You sigh, satisfied with having Chan's attention back to you, even if he wasn’t directly looking at you. Turning him around, you smile. His eyes are as big as the ones of a celestial eye goldfish and his Adam's apple goes up and down every second. It's cute. He is cute.

Intertwining his hand with yours, you pull. The sudden movement makes him dizzy, not expecting that much strength.

Soon enough you’re back at the island he shipwrecked on. He immediately sits down and takes a big breath. You once again, smile. Meeting a land boy for the first time was in no way as horrible as your elders used to tell you. It was in some way… comforting.

While he takes an apple from the fruits he had saved in his boat, you slowly dive into the water. This only lasts so little as you hear his screams.

“Are you gonna leave just like that?”

You bite your lip and resurface just as much so your eyes are visible. Looking one last time at him you wink, leaving him as perplexed as before, and even more curious.

“I can’t believe you left him just like that,'' Seungmin says as he helps you clean the multiple lobsters from his lying position. “I’m proud of you.”

You smile, something inevitable every time you are with Seungmin. Which is mostly every day, every month, every year.

Most would think that spending so much time with one person and only that one person could get tiring, infuriating even. Nevertheless, that isn’t the case.

At the end of the day, he is the only person who hasn’t left you. Seungmin is a brother, an annoying one, but still one. A mermaid and a siren, who not only endure each other’s company, but enjoy it. This is why his opinions are very important to you, but you really are disliking his latest one.

“Honestly we should just leave him there to riot. He’s a human boy who looks rather young and the only thing worse than an old mad sailor is a young stupid adventurer.” He is slowly getting up from the old couch of the abandoned ship you have your home on, like he wasn’t just talking of leaving an innocent boy alone to die. “We can’t trust that idiot, we’ll be being tested on in seconds.”

You shut your eyes for a second. He is so… intense. It would be ironic to say he is just like the conservative elders, but to you, right now it feels like he is. He can’t accept things changing, you get it, but that doesn’t stop you from getting angry because of it.

And the worst thing is that you can’t even give him the benefit of the doubt, think that he might be right, because he won’t. All it took was a look at Chan to see how harmless he was.

Hitting the table with the lobster shell makes him take his eyes away from the one he was cleaning himself. He has his confused face on and his hands have stopped working.

“Why are you so mean?”

“What? you were the one who left him stranded there. Which was, by the way, the best thing you could’ve done.”

You puff out your cheeks and press your nails to the table, multiple cracks start to be audible. “I wasn't planning on leaving him there forever.”

“So what, you wanna invite him over? See how he slowly dies after the oxygen leaves his system?” Seungmin hissed, visibly annoyed with the conversation.

Getting up from your seat, you throw the rest of the lobster and let it fall wherever. You can hear Seungmin’s screams as you leave the ship, but you ignore them.

Saying you’re angry wouldn’t be enough, you are furious. Hopefully Chan’s shy smile would be able to lift your mood.

You swim slowly at the very bottom of the ocean, pressure so high it would kill any human who dared to visit it. Yet, you thrive in it. A family of pseudoliparis appears in your path, bringing a smile to your face.

The feeling of being able to meet these deep-ocean species, knowing they live isolated

from the rest of the creatures the humans associate with the ocean, makes you feel lucky. You know they would be hated if land people knew of them, just because they aren’t as pretty as a seahorse, or as friendly as a tetras. They’re survivors, and that’s all that’s important when you live in the ocean.

After bidding your goodbyes you keep going. Some minutes in you find yourself surrounded by fish, since you have run into what could easily be hundreds of carcasses. Letting them pass, you change directions, however, you’re not ready for what you find.

Multiple aquamarine gems are in front of you. Each bigger than the one you saw before it. A vast variety of greens and blues that take the spotlight. When you go to take one of the bigger ones your eyes start to prick, salty tears rolling down your face.

“I just don’t understand you! I thought I raised you correctly, making clear what is okay and what isn’t!”

Your hands tremble and your head is downcasted, facing the aquamarine all around your bedroom floor.

“Do you even know what this means?” She sighs and passes her hand through her hair. Her eye bags are more prevalent than ever and it seems like even talking about this makes her suffer. “They’re going to kick you out.”

You start sobbing uncontrollably, the seriousness of the situation setting in. Being kicked out of the pod, a mermaid’s worst nightmare.

You beg, plead for forgiveness, but she only says that she can’t do anything. You cry and cry and cry and your tears start becoming recognisable puddles in the water. You feel like dying.

“Help! Please help!”

Cries for help get you back from your memories and makes you turn your head faster than a sailfish. It all happens too fast, the only thing that is keeping you alert is the fact that the screams sound a bit too much like Chan’s voice.

That's the moment you start thinking Seungmin might be right. Chan is at the end of the day, a human. He's a prey in the water, just like a newborn.

When you find him he is already unconscious. He looks at peace, but you know he probably has just lived one of the worst experiences of his life.

He still has a pulse, which calms you slightly but doesn’t make you swim slower when you are bringing him to the island.

Your hand makes it to his forehead, confirming he has a fever. His hand tightly holds his camera, and you can only question what he was even thinking of doing.

It feels like the sun starts shining brighter when Chan starts coughing water and blinking rapidly. His arms start to move around until he finds your hands, intertwining them with his almost immediately.

“Are you okay?” Your words come out before you can stop them, making you want to give yourself as food to the sharks.

He opens one eye and looks at you while lying. He laughs, and it’s a weird moment since he was just floating unconscious underwater. However, you enjoy it. It makes you remember why you even went out looking for him in the first place.

He is easy to be around, comforting.

“I mean, I almost died in the most painful way possible so…” His smile stays on, but his laughs have stopped.

Looking at him, you realize he seems different, like seeing you preoccupied for him gave him a confident boost. Made him look like he was teasing you.

“The most painful way to die? what about burning alive?”

“Nah, drowning would not only kill me but also my ego, totally worse.”

For the first time of the day you laugh. Your laugh resonates around the whole island, so intense that you need to cover your mouth to stop it.

Meanwhile all this happens, he sits up. His eyes can’t not travel to yours with your laugh filling his ears. Being able to focus in your hands like this, while intertwined with his, makes him smile a bit harder. Your hands are cold and not wrinkled as expected from someone who lives in the water, but soft and full of scales. He had already had an opportunity to observe them, but seeing them like this, it was another level.

He’s amazed by them, that is, of course, until he realizes your red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

His hands pull on yours to get your attention, extremely aware of your distressed appearance now. “Hey, did something happen?”

His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth is slightly open. He still is breathing loudly, his chest going up and down with each breath.

He is cross-legged and you are resting your forearms on the shore. His index finger taps rhythmically in the dorsum of your hand, like he is distracting himself from something. In some way he is, he’s trying to distract himself from the fact that you have been quiet for minutes now.

When you realize this, you finally speak. “Oh no, I just remembered some things.”

Chan tilts his head and his index finger stops. His hand leaves yours and starts touching the multiple shells decorating your hair. It almost feels like he knows exactly what to do to leave you speechless.

“You’re a bad liar.” His hand stops touching your hair and it goes to support his head.

“I'm not about to tell a stranded human boy my problems.”

“Why not? Just because I am a human doesn’t mean I don't know how to give advice. Quite the opposite actually.”

You sigh and look at the sand. You can feel Chan's eyes still on you, examining every scale that is scattered around your neck and down your body. You shouldn’t, he is a stranger and from a different world, but when you look at him again and his eyes hold the most comforting look in them, you can’t resist telling him everything.

The waters around your house are quiet when you bring Seungmin into your bedroom. It’s the first time he has been here, mainly because he shouldn’t be. In fact, even him just being around you is a crime you should have never committed, but there was nothing to do about it now.

If it wasn’t completely necessary you wouldn’t have brought him here, however, you couldn’t just leave him in the middle of nowhere to wait for you to come back when he had fishing gear all around his tail.

Sitting him down in your bed you go to take your crusher claw from your night table. His whimpers make you bite your tongue and try to get the gear out of him as fast as possible. When you finally do, multiple wounds can be seen all around his tail. He has tears in his eyes and his hands tightly grasp onto your bed.

Taking small pieces of seaweed you put them on top of his wounds to stop the bleeding. He has another cut under his right eye, so you put a piece there too. You pull him in for a hug, he hasn’t talked at all since you found him, but you can tell he enjoys the warmth when he tightens the embrace.

It's safe to say you have never seen Seungmin like this before. He has puffy eyes and he is trembling. Head down, avoiding making eye contact with you. You don’t force him, knowing how difficult bumping into sailors can be.

You have forgotten about the pass of time, having been rubbing circles on Seungmin’s back for the last hour, completely ignoring the place you found yourself in. The waters had a darker tone now, going from crystal water to a grayish color. Today was destined to be the day your life’s get destroyed.

Your door opens and when you have realized it’s too late. Your mom is at the door, frozen in her place. Her eyes don’t leave Seungmin’s body and suddenly your breathing starts to get heavier.

The green that decorates every single one of his scales leaves his true nature revealed to everyone to see. Your mom’s eyes are filled with fear, an emotion you aren’t used to seeing in them.

Tension clings onto the room, the three of you looking at each other with agitation in your faces. Much to your dismay, your father is the next person who enters your bedroom.

Unlike in your mother, all you can see in his eyes is anger.

“Out,” he says as his gaze doesn’t leave Seungmin’s for a second.

You see your friend get up off your bed and get out by the window he entered from in the first place. His swimming is slow and floppy like the one of a hatchling, but you’re glad he is able to move again already.

You lock eyes with your mother. Your father has left the room after slapping the door closed, and you know there is no way you are getting out of this one.

She comes close to you, pushing your head to her chest. Tears have started flowing through her face, going down her cheeks and ending on her neck.

It’s quiet for a second, her hands resting on your shoulders. She stays like that for some time, you lose track of time, not knowing if minutes or hours have passed. No one prepares you for what your mother tells you next.

A week later.

The whole pod stands around you in the center of the city. A statue of Amphitrite stands behind you, her eyes made of stone burning holes in your head.

Over your shoulders hangs a big shell necklace, the one the crime committee always puts in the kids that break the rules. The one the kids that are kicked out always wear.

The elders whisper while tears spill out of your eyes. You’re the reason for the trial, and still, you’re invisible to them. They judge, point, some even laugh.

When your father takes a step forward everyone shuts up, everyone waiting for the king’s second in charge to talk.

“The king will be here in short, until then I ask everyone to keep it calm.”

Your heart sinks when he doesn’t look at you, realizing you have disappointed your family.

You don’t have to wait too long for the king to arrive, but time’s relative, so you’re sure you have been standing in front of Amphitrite for years.

When he stands in front of you, all the oxygen in your system leaves your lungs. His lips curl into a grimace, his left eyebrow going up. He looks you up and down, making you feel smaller than any of the elders’ whispers ever did.

“This is her? the one who brought a siren into my realm?”

Your gaze meets your father’s for a second, but he quickly moves to look at the king’s back. “Yes majesty.”

Before even a second passes the king’s nails are dunked in your cheeks. His hand pushes your head upwards making you look him straight in the eyes.

“How dare you dirty this heaven with the presence of that monstrous creature.” His fingers harden around your chin, breathing becoming harder by the second. “It’s always the kids who don’t know how to follow the rules.”

Harshly dropping your face, he steps back. His hands go through his hair pushing it back. He is one of the most merciless men you have ever seen, and he is about to decide the future of your life.

Your father hands him the ceremonial stone. The official document where every single citizen of the realm is noted when they are born. The king touches your engraved name, almost like he is thinking about his next move. You know better, you know your fate has been decided for days now.

With a snap of his fingers the water makes pressure until your name is crossed. A single tear comes out from your eye.

“This girl has let us all down, bringing the enemy to our homes. She must leave the pod.” He elevates his arm when people start talking again. “However, she will not be the one going away.”

Your head is blank and your attention in the trial disappeared when you started to sob again, but you still manage to listen to their gasps.

“We are not safe here anymore. It's only about time that the sirens come here. We will head off to the north, where an old realm is. You, little girl, will stay with your best friends, the sirens.”

You can’t believe what reaches your ears. They are leaving, leaving the whole realm behind like it was nothing. Leaving you.

You fall to the floor, the rusty shackles around your hands colliding against it. “Please! I’ll do whatever!”

“It’s decided, kid.”

Sobs were the only thing heard that night by anyone close to the plaza. As the condemned mermaid refused to get back to her house and fell asleep crying.

The day after.

Motion covers the plaza as people go back and forth with all of their belongings. Hushed whispers are heard, mainly discussing the situation of the girl sleeping against Amphitrite’s statue.

Neon green eyes observe everything from afar. His best friend, lying on the ground like a rag doll. Not caring about the shocked looks he receives, he picks you up just like you did when he was hurt. At the end of the day, this was siren territory now, right? He could do anything he wanted.

After some time you start to move against the old blanket he had put over you. One of the various things the old ship where he stayed at had. You weren’t too far away from the realm, close enough to see everyone starting to meet in a circle.

You rub your eyes with your knuckles and start getting up. All of the crying made your eyes puffy, making it difficult to see now. And even so, you are able to catch a glimpse of your family. Your mother doesn’t look better than you. Your father stays with the king, like his job is the only thing that matters. Not his abandoned daughter, not his anxious wife.

When everyone is together and about to leave, you choke out a sob. Left hand in your mouth and the other one holding the shackles Seungmin took off of you.

His hand goes up and down over your back, in such a similar way you did days ago that it gives you déjà vu. You cry until everyone leaves, holding onto the only person who didn’t disappear from your life in just seconds.

Seungmin removes the single tear falling from his left eye and turns to give you privacy. You don’t know he is there, but he feels like he shouldn’t pry. Not when you have just told a land boy the most painful time of your life, not when he is hugging you so tight you might break.

He sits on a stack and waits. He didn’t like to remember, especially not those days. The day not only his but also your life was ruined was something he tended to put in the back of his mind and pray so nothing reminded him of it. Each day was harder, contrary to what most people said. He guesses that’s the reason why he started tearing up when you started telling the story.

You are laughing, and he doesn’t know why, but he is happy the stupid human made you laugh. The moment he has been waiting for finally comes when you say goodbye and go underwater, almost like a luring siren after hunting a prey. However, you are just a loving mermaid.

Going after you, he catches you almost immediately. He has always been the fastest one.

You are wary, the memories putting you on alert. Seeing the boy’s face is definitely a surprise, or at least that’s what he takes from your slightly ajar mouth and fast blinking.

He offers you the lobster in his hand. A good memory. An old tradition, if you will.

You smile, without showing your teeth, but smile. When you accept the gift Seungmin lets out a relieved sigh. You take a bite and so does he. A weird conciliation for others, but normal for you.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said all those horrible things about the human. I don’t know him, so I shouldn’t assume.”

You redirect your gaze, looking at the fish around you. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn't have exploded like that, I know how much you’ve suffered because of humans.” You look up and let out a laugh, not believing what you’re about to say. “I also don’t really know him, he could be a super good liar who happens to be a mad scientist who’s going to sacrifice me.”

“That boy? He passes as a scientist as much as I pass as a dolphin.”

You laugh, lobster being eaten quickly while you de-stress.

“I wouldn’t call him a boy, he’s a grown up.”

“Oh so you’ve already asked for his personal data huh. What’s next, asking him to co-parent a seahorse with you?” Seungmin takes the last part of the lobster while you put on an offended expression while he laughs.

“I don’t do those kinds of things!”

“What about seventh grade? Didn’t you—”

You jump out of your place in the stack you settled on and cover his mouth with your hand. He licks your palm and you retract disgusted. You shake your hand up and down while sending daggers at him.

“I didn’t tell you that just so you would make fun of me for it!”

“Rookie mistake,” he says with a smirk on his face.

Swiftly enough you’re back at your ship, both of you lying in the old couch where hundreds of humans (and mermaids) had lied in the past. It’s too tiny for the both of you, your tails are colliding and Seungmin is about to fall any second now, but neither of you seems to mind.

“So… that human?”

His words roll out of his tongue like nothing else had before. He has got that knowing look on his face, making it impossible for you to even try to lie to him.

“He’s cute,” you say trying to sound nonchalant, feeling the complete opposite.

Embarrassed was all you felt at the moment. A rather disoriented land boy was making you feel something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Ease.

Seungmin smiles. No, he smirks, tongue going over his lips and arms under his head. These gestures indicate he is about to make fun of something. In this case, of you.

“At least it isn’t one of those old sweaty sailors, not even my ancestors would’ve eaten them.”

You groan, hands covering your face due to the growing embarrassment. He lets out a laugh, clearly enjoying your suffering. Your hands move quickly and a sudden wave has pushed him out of the couch, making him hit the deck rather strongly. You’re the one laughing now.

“Rude!”

He throws a pillow that had fallen before, hitting you in the face. You gasp, ready to make him regret ever starting this war. When you are about to strangle him he holds your wrists in the air.

“Easy there! Do you think the land boy is gonna want to kiss a murderer?” Seungmin teases with his neon green eyes shining.

“You’re so dead, Kim Seungmin!”

If your father could see you right now, you would probably be punished for life. Hands intertwined with the ones of a land boy, pushing and guiding him through the ocean.

If your father was here, you would be hiding and stressed, but he isn’t, so you grab Chan’s face and scream at him how fun this is. His laugh reaches your ears, eyes closing as the breeze hits your face.

Your hands over your hair, feeling the water drenching it. Chan has been on the island for five days now, surviving with fruits and fish you and Seungmin (him being forced by you), have hunted and heated for him.

It’s about to be midnight, and Chan has convinced you to take him with you in your nightly swim.

Your back is facing him and he can’t stop himself from worshiping your silhouette. He had tried to go back to his senses, trying to convince himself that his fixation on you was just your mermaid charms. He quickly rejected that idea when you explained the ones with the alluring charms were the sirens, not your kind. He still thinks you casted a love spell on him anyways, because the thoughts he has about you aren’t normal for someone he had only met five days ago.

Neon blue eyes meet his, any coherent thought leaving his mind. Your arms circle around his neck, hands combining behind it.

“So, you’re aware you really can’t come with me, right?”

Your words shake some sense into him. Of course, you can breathe underwater, he cannot. He would die in minutes if he was to go with you.

He pouts, hands finding your shoulders and gripping tightly. “Don’t you have some old diving equipment in that ship of yours?”

You laugh and push him off you. Humans and their crazy beliefs. You still laugh every time you remember the time he asked you if you lived in Atlantis. The single thought of him being able to dive with you was insane. Right?

Underwater school was very different from what you knew about the schools land people attended. Yes, in both institutions history was taught, but aside from that, they weren’t much alike. Apart from History, your classes consisted of: Swimming; Spell Casting; Powers; Herbology and Marine Zoology. Spell Casting was never one of your best subjects, however, you did remember an old tale your teacher told the class once.

Your hands hold onto the boy’s forearms wanting his whole attention. It doesn’t take long until you have it. It’s starting to be cold, shivers run through his body but his eyes don’t leave yours.

Silence surrounds you, the moonlight shining over you like the night you first met. The moment is confidential, intimate if you will. Chan can only feel his whole body burning up when you close off the distance, your lips at the shell of his ear.

“I’m going to do something, and I need you to be calm.” Your nose rests over his cheekbone, nails almost craving your mark on him. When he is about to talk, you get ahead. “Do you trust me?”

Saliva gets stuck in his throat, any attempt at talking gone in vain. His brain says no, pleading for Chan to realize he is in front of a mythical creature that could kill him in seconds, but his heart says otherwise. He nods, hoping, praying, it’s enough of an answer for you.

Neon blue eyes shine before they’re closing and your lips are stealing a kiss from him. It’s short and fast, lips colliding and separating under three seconds. Pulling backwards you leave him wanting for more, needing to feel your lips on his again. A rapid action that he couldn’t quite wait to repeat.

Yet, before he can execute any of his desires, your hands around his forearms are pulling and water hits your vision like Chan had never experienced before. Fish swim around you, not in any way trying to harm you but rather welcoming you to their homes, leaving the human in awe. He finds himself mesmerized by the marine wildlife, not even realizing his newfound ability of breathing underwater.

Your hands have left his arms, leaving him swimming behind you. Slowing down, you stop, waiting for him to reach you. When he does, you don’t think he is going to be able to say anything about any of the million thoughts that surely are going through his mind at the moment.

When everything is new, and terrifying, Chan hugs you. It’s tight, like he had been waiting for this moment for his whole life. Various families of sea stars stop their journey to wait and see the moment.

He gets out of the embrace and smiles. He is fast, not as fast as you, but faster than most humans. It feels like he is in his element when he speeds through the water getting ahead of you. It’s mesmerizing, how his wet hair sticks to his eyes but he still swims like it’s breathing for him. It’s captivating, but again, everything about him seems to be.

Hundreds of cobalt awaits you when you reach the bottom of the ocean. Chan is pretty sure he just won the lottery, he can’t even start to think how he should feel right now. He looks to his left and knows it right away. He feels enchanted. Enchanted by your neon blue eyes, and your scales and tail, but overall, by you. By the way you laugh at his questions and smile as his hands hold yours.

Your mind goes faster than The Francisco, thoughts racing to be the one that catches your attention. And still, Chan appears to be the one that always has it. Locking eyes with him, you grasp his hand and tug. Before he can even blink, you’re already at the surface.

A dumbfounded smile finds its way to Chan’s face. He’s gleaming, the moonlight shining on him like she just found a new son.

“I didn’t die!” he says, eyes sparkling and the hand in yours trembly.

“No you didn’t.”

The ocean is filled with laughs and giggles, easiness coming off you. Your hand leaves his hold and goes to his hair, it’s dripping wet and curly. You are sure it had been like that before, you simply hadn’t realized it until now.

His curls wrap around your fingers the second you touch them. They are soft and shiny and you can’t comprehend why the first time you saw Chan his hair was straight.

“Your hair is curly,” you state the obvious.

“Yeah, I usually straighten it though.” His hand goes up his forehead and removes the strands of hair that keep falling over his eyes.

Your eyes narrow, curious and confused. Hearing your unsaid question, he answers. “Most people I know like it more when it’s straight.”

You scoff, hands going up his chest to his shoulders. Pushing him closer, you entangle your hands on his hair again, focusing on his wild locks.

“Well, mermen who have curly hair are praised on since it’s told that they are descendants of Poseidon.” You look down, giggles erupting from you before you can stop them. Arms tangling around his neck. “And as you probably know, he’s kind of a notorious figure for us. You’d be pretty famous around here Chan, all of the mermaids behind you waiting for your praise…”

Scents combine and heat rises to Chan’s cheekbones. The tips of his ears are reddening, heartbeat going up alongside, noses brush and then you are gone.

His eyes open up, mad at your playfulness but you are smiling with your lower lip caught under your teeth, so he lets it pass. Aware of his brand new ability not lasting forever, he leaves you in order to explore more of the vast world that consists of your home.

Reaching the island shortly after being left alone, you sit on the shore close to Chan’s boat. All of the fruits he had brought with him had already ended yesterday, his rod left useless beside the empty basket.

Buzz against your arm startles you until you see what Chan had explained before was his phone.

(1:47) Felix

dude where are you

everyone is crazy worried for you

your parents almost called the police but minho convinced them not to

you were supposed to go max one day to catch us some cool fish not be gone for 5 days

text back as fast as possible!!

Your hand goes up to your mouth and you turn to look at the boy playing in the water. You had almost forgotten. He is a human, with a life on land and loved ones waiting for him to come back to them.

A presence appears behind you, a comforting hand resting on your shoulder. You sigh, after all, Seungmin was right, Chan didn’t belong with you.

“I can make him go peacefully right now, you just need to bring him here and give me the green light.”

Seungmin’s words make your eyes shine with tears. It would be stupid to say it was love, nevertheless, you didn’t think just because it wasn’t love your feelings for him didn't matter or weren’t supposed to be taken seriously.

People leaving is a natural occurrence that happens to everyone. You, in particular, are very much aware that change happens and sometimes there is no control about it. However, are you ready to let the curly haired boy leave your life forever?

It’s times like these when you understand why your elders always warned the youngest about approaching the land people. It wasn’t about the possible danger, but about the almost sure attachment.

You want to say goodbye, but you know if you even try, you won’t be able to let him go.

Seungmin hugs you from behind, chin resting over your head due to your seating position, “sorry’s” being whispered between the two of you. Before you know it he is gone, screaming to get the human’s attention.

You don’t turn, but you hear Seungmin’s voice doing magic on Chan. Your hands cover your ears before it’s too late. You regret it when you hear Chan falling on Seungmin’s arms, wishing you were asleep too.

Blur is all around you, the figure of the human being left in his boat by Seungmin becoming a vague shadow between the gloom and the moonlight.

Cleaning the tear falling from your left eye, you close your eyes and put your hands together. Next, a wave is carrying Chan to where he came from. Home.

Uselessness wasn’t an uncommon feeling for Chan, it was rather regular to be honest, but that didn’t mean he expected to feel it about his summer love ending abruptly.

Summer love, quite the funny wording for five days of discovery and enjoyment. He knows it wasn’t love, but that doesn’t stop him from calling it that.

He would say what he is more angry about is the abruptness of it all. You were gone as fast as you appeared. No, he was the one gone. No goodbyes, no explanations, only a fast travel back to his family.

He remembers perfectly the sensation of waking up at shore in Sydney with aquamarines filling his before empty fruit basket. Wanting to scream into the water, pleading for you to come back, trying to go back to you swimming and realizing he couldn’t breath underwater anymore.

His parents had been furious, asking for explanations and giving him mad reactions when he said he wanted to feel the marine nature from closer. He had always been a bad liar.

His friends had asked for explanations as well, but ended up joking about his little adventure, pretending that he had been enchanted by a siren. Little did they know.

Sitting in his house, eating sardines with his visiting friend from Korea wasn’t exactly as fun as it should be. He didn’t want to be there, as much as he loved Minho, he earned for your touch, to kiss you one last time like kisses were supposed to be given, not like your first one was.

Sighing, he got up, going outside and letting the night breeze play with his curls. Almost feeling your hands threading through his hair.

The nights pass, the moon shining as bright as ever for her new son. As time passes, your memory begins to fade from Chan’s brain. The forever beautiful mermaid leaving him quietly like a daughter coming home late from a party.

He believes to have seen inhuman blue eyes peeking from the water to his house sometimes, but he lets it wash away from his mind.

Old ancestors' stories tell that a true love kiss from a mermaid can give humans the power to breathe underwater for the rest of their life’s. But don’t get too ahead of yourselves hatchlings, there’s no actual record of that being true. Different worlds are not meant to collide.

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do you think jonsa will happen in the books?

maybe. game of thrones and house of the dragon potray incest in a far more romantic light than the books do. we're not supposed to think that the targaryens practices are normal or acceptable, and it's clear that their inbreeding is a large part of why they are the way that they are. that being said, cousin incest is a normal thing in westeros and cousin marriages are shown positively a few times, examples being: joanna and tywin lannister, viserys i targaryen and aemma arryn and lyrra and rickard stark. jon and sansa's case is interesting. they were raised as daughter of a highborn lord and a highborn lords bastard, as siblings. they don't have a close bond, despite caring for each other. sansa also isn't close to arya but in a vastly different way. they're still trueborn while jon is a bastard and therfore doesn't have the same relationship with sansa. they parallel each other in ways that could hint at their endgame as a couple, both believing that no one will marry them for love because of their claims, or in jon's case, lack thereof.

here are some jonsa parallels

She pictured the two of them sitting together in a garden with puppies in their laps, or listening to a singer strum upon a lute while they floated down the Mander on a pleasure barge. “If I give him Sons, he may come to love me. She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon, and raise them all to be as Valiant as Ser Loras. And to hate Lannisters, too. In Sansa’s dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya

sansa/ a storm of swords

“I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decide to live his life on the wall. I could name him Robb

jon/ a storm of swords

sansa talks of falling deeply in love with ser waymar royce, and then dismissing her feelings for him as dreams of a “silly little girl”.

Ser Waymar Royce was the youngest son of an ancient house with too many heirs. He was a handsome youth of eighteen, grey-eyed and graceful and slender as a knife. Mounted on his huge black destrier, the knight towered above Will and Gared on their smaller garrons. He wore black leather boots, black woolen pants, black moleskin gloves, and a fine supple coat of gleaming black ringmail over layers of black wool and boiled leather

sansa/ a storm of swords

wyman's description matches jon's

Jon’s eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike. Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast.

jon/ a storm of swords

sansa thinks of both robb and jon here

She shouted for Ser Dontos, for her brothers, for her dead father and her dead wolf, for gallant Ser Loras who had given her a red rose once, but none of them came. She called for the heroes from the songs, for Florian and Ser Ryam Redwyne and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, but no one heard.

jon plays as both aemon the dragonknight and ser ryam redwyne when training with robb

They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. “I’m Prince Aemon the Dragonknight,” Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, “Well, I’m Florian the Fool.” Or Robb would say, “I’m the Young Dragon,” and Jon would reply, “I’m Ser Ryam Redwyne

even ned unknowingly hints at a relationship between the two

Sweet one,” her father said gently, “listen to me. When you’re old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who’s worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me.”

sansa/ a game of thrones

their story also links to jonnel “one eye” stark and his first wife, who happens to be named sansa.

more jonsa parallels

Now as it happened the winter roses had only then come into bloom, and no flower is so rare nor precious. So the Stark sent to his glass gardens and commanded that the most beautiful o’ the winter roses be plucked for the singer’s payment. And so it was done. But when morning come, the singer had vanished … and so had Lord Brandon’s maiden daughter. Her bed they found empty, but for the pale blue rose that Bael had left on the pillow where her head had lain

“North or south, singers always find a ready welcome, so Bael ate at Lord Stark’s own table, and played for the lord in his high seat until half the night was gone. The old songs he played, and new ones he’d made himself, and he played and sang so well that when he was done, the lord offered to let him name his own reward. ‘All I ask is a flower,’ Bael answered, ’the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o’ Winterfell

jon/ a storm of swords

sansa's story of a northern beauty stolen away to the south is similar to that of her late aunt lyanna, who happened to love winter roses. sansa also loves songs and one of her fondest childhood memories is of a singer coming to winterfell. she describes crying and begging her father to let him stay because she loved him so much. lyanna sobs when listening to rhaegar play the harp at a feast in harrenhal

i think that jonsa could happen in the books, 100%.

both are characters that suffer greatly as children and long for a home that's been destroyed. jon and sansa marrying and rebuilding winterfell would work perfectly with grrm's themes about optimism and spring after a long winter.

#asks ♡♡ #meta #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #jonsa meta #jonsa #this is all over the place and not good in the slightest but i'm tired

[sydsaint]

back at it again with sexy hyprocrite man

Summary; The reader tries their best to stay away from Punk. But the mans charm and charisma is undeniable, and maybe even irresistible.

"Don't you dare shake his hand?" You mumble to yourself backstage. 

Out in the ring, live on Raw, CM Punk stands with Adam Pearce. Pearce holds an exclusive Raw contract in his eager hands. He already lost Randy to Nick Aldis on Smackdown. So he can't lose Punk. No matter what. 

"You alright, Y/N?" Seth sees the distressed look on your face as he's passing through the room and decides to see what's up. 

"Hmm?" You turn away from the monitor. "Oh, hey, Seth." You greet him. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just...him." You nod to the monitor. 

Rollins glances at the TV and chuckles. "So you're not on the Punk bandwagon either huh?" He asks you. 

"Yeah...not really." You chuckle, your mind heavy with thoughts of your eventful weekend. 

It's been about a month since Punk made his triumphant return to WWE. And he's been the talk of the wrestling world since. Both bad and good opinions regarding his return. You knew Punk 10 years ago during his original run in the WWE. And it's safe to say that he hasn't changed much. Sure, he's older and debatably more wise than before. But to you, he's the same old self-centered charmer that he was 10 years ago. An egotistical man that knows the power he holds over his fans. Especially the women. And that long list of fangirls that are unable to resist that charming smile and puppy-dog eyes includes you. 

"Well, great minds tend to think alike." Rollins jokes with you. 

You and Seth stand and chat for a few minutes, and thoughts of having to deal with Punk on a weekly basis exit your mind. That is until that enticing voice of his carries into the room while Seth is chatting with you about his new opponent for his title belt. 

"Y/N, sweetheart. What a pleasure it is running into you here." Punk saunters over to you once he comes through the curtain. "I missed you over the weekend, gorgeous. You must have slipped out while I was in the shower. Which was lame, by the way. I had the perfect breakfast plans for us." He explains with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

"The weekend?" Seth furrows his brows at you. "Breakfast?"

You bite your lip in embarrassment and frustration. When Punk showed up at Survivor Series last month the last thing you thought was that you'd end up back in the bastard's clutches. But here you are. 

"You're an insufferable asshole." You grit your teeth at Punk. 

"And you'll be in my hotel room tonight screaming my name regardless." Punk replies with a wink. 

Seth turns fully to you with a perplexed look. "You're sleeping with him, Y/N?" He asks you. 

"Yeah...kind of." You nod. 

"Oh, she's sleeping with me all right." Punk laughs, clearly having fun. "And she's enjoying every second of it." 

You roll your eyes and meet Punk's gaze. "Screw you, Phillip." You cut your eyes at him. 

"All you have to do is ask, sweetheart." Punk replies. "And now that I'm officially a member of the Raw roster we can have a lot more quality time together." He adds. 

"Yeah, I'm going to take off." Seth steps back. "I'll see you later, Y/N." He pats your back with a friendly smile before walking off. 

You nod to Seth and watch him walk off before you turn back to Punk. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" You ask him with an accusatory glare. 

"More than you know, sweetheart." Punk grins. "Now! You and me? My locker room?" He licks his lips. "Or do you want to wait for tonight where you can put those lungs to good use?" He asks you. 

"I hate you so fucking much." You groan and roll your eyes at him. 

Punk continues to grin at you. "And that's why the sex is so good." He chuckles. "So come on." He reaches out and grabs your chin gently, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "Let's go have some fun." 

"I've got work." You swat his hand away. 

"Too bad." Punk frowns. "Sex after listening to the crowd is always more fun." He teases you. 

You bite your lip again, frustrated with yourself. Why does he have to be so charismatic? Why do you have to be so addicted to him? Why him? Of all people? Why, CM Punk?'

You spend the rest of your night at work thinking about Punk, much to your dismay of course. But try as you might, he's got his hooks in you good this time. There's no escaping his charms and undeniable cavorka. Not this time. 

After the show, you head back to the hotel and are making your way to your room when you remember the one that Punk is staying in. It's on the same floor as yours conveniently. And you have to pass his in order to get to yours. Almost like he planned it. 

"Come on Y/N." You scold yourself when you find yourself stopped in front of his door. 

Hating yourself on the inside, but unable to stop yourself, you knock on the door. 

"Well well well, look who finally decided to show up?" Punk answers the door almost immediately. 

"I hate you." You complain but step toward the door anyway. 

"I know." Punk laughs and outstretches a tattooed arm. 

He loops a finger through the loop of your jeans and yanks you inside the room. The gesture makes your heart skip a beat. 'He's so fucking hot.' You think to yourself. 'Just one more time.' You tell yourself. 'One last night and then I'm done.' You insist silently. 

But you've always had a bad habit of lying to yourself at times like this, haven't you? 

#wrestling #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fic #cm punk #cm punk z reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwe fic #wwe #syd's wrestling fics

[trivalentlinks]

saw this cute reddit Am I the Asshole post by reddit user tway23421 with peak enemies-to-friends energy and thought my friends here might like it.

Also here's another enemies to friends story from its comment section with a similar energy, but from the rebellious asshole kid perspective (by reddit user D_OShae)

AITA (Am I the Asshole) abbreviations:

WIBTA = would I be the asshole

NTA = not the asshole

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1st image: reddit r/AmITheAsshole

Posted by u/tway23421 11 hours ago

WIBTA for spraying some kid with my garden hose daily after he walks all over our lawn

I (37M) live with my wife (37F) and son and daughter ( 9 and 11 respectively).

Recently, there has been this kid who comes by our house after playing soccer and either rides his bike or walks over the lawn with his cleats on his way home.

It started out as me giving him stern looks whenever I saw him, then it slowly progressed to me asking him to just go around.

The last time I asked him to stop he made a point to stomp extra hard and twist his feet in to the grass to piss me off.

Since then Ive just been hosing him. The first time I sprayed him with the hose he ran off, but then for some reason he just started standing there while I hose him like he enjoys it.

Its now progressed to me sitting on my lawn chair pointing my hose at him, and him just staring at me while he does so. Sometimes we even make small talk.

Im ngl, it started off as a really bitter relationship, but Ive actually gotten to know the kid quite well, we talk for maybe 15-20 mins everyday, and he doesnt seem to mind being hosed down after sweating hard playing soccer.

He comes by daily and we just shoot the shit while I hose him and he stands there for a bit.

Wife told me I need to stop, even after I explained it to her she said Im making us look like childish idiots.

I guess I could stop, but honestly its really funny waiting for him to come by and I see no harm in it. WIBTA?

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Comment by D_OShae 4 hours ago:

NTA, and this is actually kind of sweet.

When I was in my teens, I used to visit a small greasy spoon (diner) where my friend was a waitress. This old guy (late 70s) came in every day at the same time and sat in the same booth. He would order one of three meals. One time I sat in "his" booth doing some homework (and drinking a ton of coffee refills). The man came in and told me -- not asked -- that I needed to move. I did. It happened again a couple of weeks later. He called me a little bastard for sitting his both. A couple of days later, I did it again on purpose. He called me a little bastard and told me to move. I moved my books. The man grumbled and sat down.

Over the course of about two months this scenario got repeated. Somewhere along the line I asked him about a ring he wore. The stories started to come out. I learned he and his late wife came to that restaurant for over 20 years to have dinner. I was sitting in her place. However, I kept asking questions, and he kept relaying his stories. This man lead an AMAZING life, and I listened to any tale he wanted to share. This went on for two years.

When he died at the age of 81, I went to his memorial. I met his children and grandchildren. When they asked how I knew him, I told them my tale. His children laughed because he called everyone a little bastard, male and female alike. Then I began to recount some of the stories he told me. His children verified some, but then they heard stories he never told them. I ended up meeting with his children several times to tell them everything he told me.

Mr. Banhke, I am not a believer, like I told you many times, but I still think of you and your incredible life. You are not forgotten.

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AITA (Am I the Asshole) abbreviations:

WIBTA = would I be the asshole

NTA = not the asshole

#reddit aita #reddit #enemies to friends

[atomic--peach]

Her Grace's Handmaiden Pt 23

(Cersei Lannister x Fem Reader, brief one sided Lancel Lannister x Fem Reader. Disclaimer: While Lancel's age is unstated in the show, in the books he is canonically 17. However, since the show ages everyone up by 2-3 years and we've been going by Show ages instead of Book ages so far , Lancel in this fic would be 19-20.

SMUT: male masturbation )

AO3 version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

Lannister Reign over the continent seemed to be solidifying with every passing day One Baratheon brother dead, the other cast back into the sea. Jaime was off fighting for control of the Riverlands against the Stark pup. Joffrey on the throne with his grandfather as Hand to the King, and Cersei looming over all shoulders, waiting for something to do.

She needed a distraction. Something to take her mind off the thoughts barreling through her brain.

There were the usual concerns, of course. Her dreadful little brother. The Stark Girl, who was more use to them alive but sulked around the keep like a kicked dog.

Speaking of dogs.

She shook her head.

Don't think on that, there's no point to it.

And yet she couldn't stop herself. She pictured you that night, standing in the darkness of your quarters with knowing eyes that looked almost eager for the Queen to get closer. Cersei couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she had forced you into the Holdfast with the other ladies.

You'd still be here, of course.

But that look you gave Cersei. A look to chill the blood of even the most hardened of warriors. It was the look of a predator just waiting for its prey to move into the perfect position.

But that was nonsense, Cersei knew that.

You were devoted to her, even in anger. Each time Cersei sent you away, you had always come back. You never would have left her Queen's side if you hadn't been forced to.

This was the delusion Cersei labored under for weeks, even now despite the idea being brushed off by everyone else.

She brought her distress to her father and Joffrey, and both looked at her like she had grown a second head.

"Forgive me." Tywin squinted slowly as if he didn't understand. "But it is my understanding that upon marriage, a wife becomes as one with her husband both spiritually and legally. Lady Clegane is the man's wife, therefore there can be no issue of kidnapping."

"All the same" Cersei fumed, outraged that they would not see sense. "He should be found and hanged as a deserter. If we find him, we find Lady Clegane."

"We are at war" Joffrey scoffed, "We do not have the spare men to send after a stray dog and his bitch."

Cersei wanted to pull his ear for that. She had been unprepared for the harsh change in her dynamic with her son. He no longer listened to her and did not seek her advice or her counsel.

When he discovered the truth of Robert's many bastards, he sent the city watch to slaughter them all, grown and babes alike.

When Cersei heard of this, she was stunned. Yes, it solved the issue of the truth Jon Arryn discovered, but it also gave those who resented Lannister presence a rallying cry against Cersei and her family

"The Queen Slaughters Babies" Tyrion had said with a dark smirk.

Tywin insisted Cersei at least try to keep some kind of control over her son, but the boy king resisted with every attempt.

That made it sting all the more when Tywin himself succeeded where Cersei had failed with her child.

Tywin had him settled, more willing to thin before acting, and betrothed to Margery Tyrell, whom Cercei resented and watched carefully.

If you were here, Cersei thought, you would know what to say to cheer her. You would call Margery a snub-nosed little girl and laugh with Cersei at the very idea of such a welp replacing her.

"She could never hold a candle to you, Your Grace" you would say, cheeks rosy and eyes smiling. "Rose or not."

Why had you left? Cersei knew why, she wasn't stupid.

She did regret what had happened. You had wanted that baby so badly. I should have just had that dog put down, Cersei thought to herself, that would have been enough.

Yes, it would have hurt you, but you would have gotten over it. You would have had your baby to look after, and Cersei by your side.

Cersei allowed herself to linger on this alternative path, as it was so much more pleasant than her current reality.

Cersei would have moved you closer to the royal quarters, perhaps even into her rooms. The babe would be attended to by a nanny and wetnurse, as all highborn children were.

I could have given them more, Cersei frowned.

A head start for the boy, he would have been set to be someone's squire. Perhaps Jaime's. From there he could take on the role his father had taken, sworn sword to the King's children. Or, on the off chance the boy had been small, unfit for the battlefield, he could have even been sent to Oldtown to be educated.

Would she have loved him? Cersei wondered. Not as she loved her own children, surely. But, he would have been the apple of his mother's eye. I would have cared for him, Cersei decided firmly, not loved, but cared for.

And how well you would have thrived as a mother. You were so good with little Tommen and Myrcella, it would have come naturally.

After The Hound died, what would be done with you?

You could remain forever a widow, that would be the preferred route. You could not be trusted not to love, and in Cersei's view, it was only natural for everyone to fall in love with you eventually.

If the silly fool had been smart enough not to fall for her first husband, none of this would have happened.

If you did remarry though, it would have to be a weak man. One who did not ask questions and did not interfere.

She had thought the Hound good at not interfering. Perhaps Cersei had been blind to it, but he had never seemed resentful of your affections for your Queen. But why else would he have stolen you from the Keep in the Night like a common thief?

you must be so worried, Cersei realized.

Did you know they had won? That they were still alive?

The poor dear was snatched up and swept away like a maiden in a story, she thought fretfully, you must be so confused and frightened.

Enough of this. Cersei slapped her palm to the smooth table top she sat at, nursing a goblet of wine. If they would not do anything, she would.

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"You asked to see me, your grace?"

"Yes, come in." Cersei eyed the sell sword up and down. To consider this man a knight would be an affront to the very notion of chivalry, regardless of the "Ser" they put before his name.

"I find myself in need of some help." She began. "I have a problem, and the crown has made it clear they will not intervene, so I am seeking outside assistance."

Bronn nodded understandingly. "May I ask as to the nature of the problem?"

"My favorite, The Lady Clegane, do you know her?"

"Know of her, the uh…" He tried to find a word he could get away with in the present company, "the pretty one the Hound married. I saw her."

"She was kidnapped by her husband from the keep the night Stannis attacked the city. I want her brought back, and I want that barbarian's throat slit."

Bronn considered this. "That can be arranged. It'll take some asking around though, not many men would be willing to track down a man that big and that good with a sword. And they'll be asking for a pretty penny to do it."

"Money is of no object, I assure you," Cersei smirked. "I want her brought back alive and unharmed."

"I'll find the man for the job, your grace." Bronn smiled coyly, "Of course, there is a matter of a finder's fee…"

"Find me a man who can do the job. If he comes back alive with Lady Clegane unharmed, you will be rewarded handsomely." Cersei assured him.

Bronn's grin widened at this, "I will start straight away, Your Grace."

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Lancel stared at the ceiling over his bed blankly.

His wound still burned with infection, and his brow was damp with feverish sweat.

The Maester said he would have died if not for the quick dressing of his wound. He had you to thank for that, he thought fondly.

He made good his vow to Clegane and told his father to find him a wife that could get him out of King's Landing, and Kevin Lannister acted swiftly, glad to see that his son was finally taking adult responsibility seriously.

But while the Frey girl Kevin had betrothed him to was kind and plain-faced with noble intentions, Lancel's mind could not help but stray.

He hated himself for it. It was an affront to the gods, disrespectful to the man who had covered his crimes, and dishonored the very lady his affections yearned for.

His soul was still wracked with guilt, how he had been the one to summon you to Cersei's chambers that night. He had no way of knowing what would happen, he told himself, no way at all.

And even after what happened, when he confessed before you and your husband the Queen's crime and his unintentional part in it, though he might die, and if he did it would be well deserved.

But instead, you bore him no ill will, neither of you did. You had even taken valuable time to tend to his wounds when he was injured. "Come with us" you had urged him, and he wanted to follow so badly.

But his honor would not allow it, nor his pride.

And in the end, they won, despite everything.

When the battlefield cleared, Lancel found he could not judge Clegane for what he had done. Win or Lose, nothing would have changed for you. You would still be trapped, your son would still be dead, and you would have to look into the face of your child's killer every day.

He could still picture the beach, war raging only a few hundred yards from them as you held his hand in yours.

Even in plain wool, stripped of any court finery that might have disguised you for a snobbish highborn, you were still so beautiful.

Had Clegane not been there, had they been alone on that beach, would Lancel have dared to kiss you as he had so wanted to in that moment?

It was horrible to think, he knew that. You were a married woman, with a husband who not only loved but respected you. And you were his senior by ten years or more, what could you ever want with someone like him? Little more than a boy in tin armor with a toy sword when compared to The Hound.

As he pondered in the darkness, the arm on Lancel's good side began to move over his hip to rest on his lower stomach. Absentmindedly his long fingers played at the edge of his waistband.

He wished you were here. You had been so kind, so attentive when you nursed his wound as he sat on your bed. Even in the midst of the pain and the noise of the battle still ringing in his ears, the touch of your hands on his body was startlingly gentle.

He imagined how soft your touch had been on his face, all those times you had cupped his cheek gently, in the cellars by candlelight, in the garden surrounded by flowers. How those soft hands would feel against his bare chest, nursing him still with those sad eyes. How you'd press a cold cloth to his brow to soothe his fever.

"My poor Lion" he could hear you breathe, "Let me take care of you."

He gasped as your small hand gripped the length of his shaft and stroked him slowly but firmly. He did not protest, only whimpering with need as you leaned over him to plant a kiss on his brow. Your chest hovered just out of his reach until you drew him close and laid his head on your breast.

"Sweetling." You coaxed him gently, "You must rest, let me help you."

He nodded in agreement and very nearly cried out as you picked up the pace, lavishing tender attention on his sensitive tip each time your fingers pumped his cock.

"Please" he whined, face buried in the warm softness of your breasts as the sensation overwhelmed him. The beckoning smell of your hair, the musical tone of your sweet voice. "Please. I need you; I need you; I love you. Please."

You laughed lightly at his gasping chant, watching his hips buck against your hand.

"I know, darling, I know. Just breath. You're doing so well, so close."

His release came quickly, and just as soon as you were there, you were gone. Your warmth replaced by a cool pillow; your small soft hand replaced by his own nimble fingers.

Even as he traced the sensitive tip of his cock, drawing out more jerks and whines, Lancel felt a wave of shame wash over him.

But more powerful than shame was desire. The desire to sleep, the desire to dream. Perhaps you would visit him again tonight if he was lucky.

#cersei lannister x reader #her grace's handmaiden #game of thrones fanfiction #lancel lannister #game of thrones smut

[loveemii]

PLEASE..

can you do an inosuke x reader where the reader is similar to him???!???

for ex:

she grew up in the mountains

she attracts animals/has exotic animals

dresses a little.. 😧

u get the point 😭😭

love u and ur work 💕

hey anon! i LOVE this request i can definitely see this lmao 😂 (p.s. you are so sweet and i love u too also thank you it means a lot to me💕) - enjoy :)

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y/n and inosuke are completely alike they both grew up in the mountains and have inhuman like behavior, while inosuke grew up with boars y/n grew up with many other animals. she lived in the rain forest most of her life so she was very exotic and definitely WILD.

when they first met inosuke obviously wanted to fight y/n and took her animal instincts into charge and agreed, while they fought inosuke used mostly low attacks since he was raised by boars and on the plus side for y/n she ended up winning since she had experienced life with other animals and not just one kind.

“H-how the hell did you win?!”

“Because I’m Y/n L/n Goddess of the Rainforest! And don’t you forget it!”

y/n had a similar laugh to inosuke except it was a little more high pitch later throughout inosuke grew a certain type of fond over her, and his second nature kicked in when he caught y/n changing into her night clothes while they stayed at the butterfly mansion.

when i say night clothes i mean a black lingerie dress, ever since he had been trying to catch that moment again and not in a crappy way although it did seem like it was since he was inosuke and didn’t really know abt that stuff.

in the morning when you woke up he was just looking at you but he was quiet, you got annoyed easily and got mad that he was being annoying but just looking at you.

“What the hell are you looking at? You obsessed with me or something?”

y/n spoke in annoyance, inosuke got pissed and he began to shout things that y/n wasn’t even listening to at this point.

“What the hell did you say?! I am not obsessed with you! YOU JUST LOOK SEXY! AND I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!”

after he said that sexy part about y/n she ended up grabbing her pillow and throwing it really hard against inosuke’s face she then jumped on him and pushed the pillow down on his face after a while they stopped fighting.

one day as they walked through the woods for their next mission y/n sensed a Toucan and began to swing up into the trees looking for it, she made these Toucan noises and it gave her something she went back to inosuke who had this sour look on his face

“What the hell did you just do?”

“Got directions bastard.”

“From that thing? And who the hell are you calling bastard?!”

“You little-..!”

y/n punched inosuke’s ribs and they both heard some break inosuke then went on his arms and arched his back forwards facing y/n and kicked her head down to the ground.

they began to fight, once again..sigh

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hey! i really hope this is what your looking for anon (ToT) - please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes thank you :)

#demon slayer #kny inosuke #inosuke hashibira #demon slayer inosuke #inosuke hashiriba #inosuke x reader #kimetsu inosuke #inosuke headcanons #inosuke x you #inosuke imagines

[vladdyissues]

I once read the post where Vlad said: "This anime is obviously a romantic school comedy! Danny and I are the main characters, so it means we are love interests. (to Jazz, Tuck, Sam) You guys are the heterosexual support cast, so make sure do not across the line" (I saved screenshot but Idk how to add photo in ask). Developing the subject, how do you see this anime au? Sailor moon alike relationship? Should it also be a horror cause of creepy natural ghosts?

I've never seen Sailor Moon so I can't comment, but it definitely seems like Danny Phantom was heavily influenced by Yu Yu Hakusho, so it wouldn't take a lot of mental gymnastics to envision an anime version of DP being a lot like this, mixing humor and drama and the supernatural. I'd love to see some actual horror thrown in, though. Animes like Vampire Hunter D and Bio-Booster Armor Guyver come to mind. Guyver's not actually billed as horror, but there's enough body horror, gore, and horror elements in it to qualify, in my opinion. I mean, look at this thing, it's terrifying:

Aside: This ask got me nostalgic for Guyver and I went and watched a few episodes. (The last time I saw it was in the 90s on VHS.) I was floored. There is so much it has in common with DP that I wonder if Hartman wasn't inspired by it as well.

Compare: the black-haired, blue-eyed MC (Sho) who's not the best student, had a disfiguring experience involving something with lots of power and now has two different personas, human and non-human, the latter having incredible strength and unearthly energy that he uses to combat threatening entities that are Not Of This World; best friends are a glasses-wearing geek and a girl who's also the show's love interest, completing the trio. Of course Sho spends a great deal of time protecting his friends, but they also cheer him on from the sidelines and offer help when able, much like Tucker and Sam.

But get this: The only other person with a Guyver armor happens to be the villain (spoiler: not really the villain, it's all an act, and eventually they team up). This is the guy:

Long hair. V-hairline. Sideburns. Thick black eyebrows. The English dub isn't that good, but this guy's voice is deep and nice to listen to. He's supposed to be a student but looks like he's 35.

Anyway. DP anime.

I don't see much changing at all plot-wise. Upping the rating to at least PG-13 is definitely prescribed, so there can be things like blood and fantasy violence and adult humor. Let Danny say "hell", "damn", "bastard", and the occasional "shit", like in YYH. Naturally, Vlad and Danny would start out as rivals before laying aside their differences and teaming up to save the world—which is exactly the formula that YYH and BBAG follow in terms of enemies-to-allies.

I'm imagining a steady progression of saving each other's butts and fighting increasingly powerful enemies until it comes to a point that they both realize they'd die for each other. (Literally Kuwabara and Yusuke lmao.)

In fact, just do a DP/YYH wardrobe swap for all the characters, because Dan Dan Phantom Show is something I'd pay money to see 😂

#asks #danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #enemies to allies #pompous pep #(implied) #yu yu hakusho #the guyver #enemies to friends to lovers #vlad and danny in a literal Kiss Or Die situation lolololol #i would much rather see DP turned into an anime than live action

[buttercuparry]

What do you think about Jonrya and Jaime + Cersei being anti parallels of each other?

I think it is brilliant, though I don't know enough about Jaime/Cersei to put all of the anti parallels in words. Anyway i will try but heads up it may all end up being gibberish and nonsense.

So one thing people misunderstand about Jonrya is that we don't just ship it romantically. To us it can very well be a platonic ship. By this I mean, Jonrya can stand without any expectation or obligations that comes with romance. Jon and Arya...there is nothing binding them to love each other as they do. Like Sansa, Arya could have seen Jon as just a half brother. Jon could have seen Arya, as his youngest half sister and leave it just at that. But Jonrya is that and more. They are kisses warming on the cold road to the Wall, they are Needles given in secret, they are oaths taken so as to not betray the other in front of Ned Stark, they are oaths broken and duties dismissed so as to save the other from a cruel fate.

For Cersei and Jaime, there is love, there is once again duty and oaths broken for the sake of love. But somehow to me personally this love on occasion seems to be a love for one who is an extension of self. When they were kids, Cersei and Jaime used to cross dress and fool people. They looked so very similar that even Tywin had difficulty telling them apart. So you see how Grrm plays with the idea of self. Cersei is both her and Jaime. Jaime is both him and Cersei. There is no difference except for a dress and a pair of pants. I think this is what hits Cersei the most. Because they are Jaime/Cersei in their bubble. The self and another self to themselves but not to the world. Her father would make her do embroidery while Jaime trains to weild a sword. Her own desires has no bearing in how the world works and I think it both chips away and binds her all the more to Jaime. Jaime then, is her brother, her lover, her other self in an universe where she too had a cock. He is everything she can't be and so he must do whatever her heart desires. She is his, and she has given herself to him ( you will notice that she seduces him time and time again, so that he may listen to her).

I think this is one of the reasons, Cersei was so aghast at Jaime losing his hand. You know for Lannisters the show of power, of strength is amply important , as is the show of wealth and beauty. Jaime who has been what Cersei never could be, comes back to her with his sword arm amputated. Her extension of self, that which she could have been, is shattered and we see her recoil from him.

Jon and Arya, they look alike too. But be it for the difference in age or something else, they are never mistaken for one another. While they have been outcasts in Winterfell, weighed down by their own lives and troubles and while their storylines have parallels, they aren't extensions of one singular self. They are close, so close that they finish each other's sentences but there is no binding I feel.

I think this can be best seen in how Grrm makes both Arya and Cersei suffocate under gender norms. He also shows us Jaime and Jon too. Jaime loves Cersei. He is her protector, he is her sword ( until a point of time), it is his pleasure to be the man fit for Cersei. Jon is Arya's "brother", he knows how overwhelmed Arya is with what is expected of her. He tells her once, that as a bastard he will never have a coat of arms, while as a lady, she will never be allowed to do train at arms. Arya feels it is unfair, and so Jon gifts her Needle, gives her the sword to alleviate this unfairness. It's the path to freedom that Jon helps Arya on. She is her own "sword". I think this is a fascinating anti parallel.

There are other things in the books as well. Jaime's distances himself from Cersei and then subsequently refuses to heed Cersei's call for help (her infidelity to him, his growing discourse on duty vs love, his fascination with Brienne and again his thoughts on "honour" etc all play a role in this), while Jon meddles in politics and destroys the neutrality of a 8000 year old institute to save "Arya" from Ramsay Bolton. Love and duty is a running theme for many characters in Asoiaf. It is there in Ned's arc, in Dany's arc and both in Jaime and Jon's arc as well. For the latter two, the tug of war between these two concepts happen in relation to their sisters. For years has Jaime refused to do his duty to the Kingsguard (after being disillusioned with Aerys and then of course we had Robert as king) in favour of Cersei, and Jon dangles between duty to the Wall and love for his family, the entire time Robb fights the Lannisters. An inversion happens in Adwd with Jaime choosing to do his duty to his king ( Tommen) and later in following Brienne who claims to have found Sansa ( to fulfill his oath to Catelyn) and Jon finally chooses his 'heart', over his duty.

#jonrya #needleheart #Arya stark #Jon snow

[bohemian-nights]

Ryan Condal: "I made Velaryon black because there were too much white people on this show"

Ryan Condal too: "not giving even a hint of Nettles, the only canonical POC woman, most important dragonseed and essential figure on the war."

At this point,I'm coming at the conclusion Condal only made Velaryon black to pointing Weak Boys's bastardy at the same time he wanted brownie points. What do you think?

*Black woman, but yes. Seriously if you guys talk about Black people just call us what we are. No need for the POC/WOC/MOC stuff. Our experiences aren't the same just because we are all “minorities.”

Plus it reminds me of the pre-civil rights era when they used to call us “Colored” so I have no idea why any self respecting Black person (at least here in America) wants to call themselves that.

Rant aside, Honestly, the Weak Boys in the books are for sure bastards. People denying so are either absolute idiots(the boys are described as having brown hair and pug noses which isn't coming from Houses Arryn, Targaryen, Bartheon, or Velaryon).

So it wouldn't have mattered what they had done and who they had cast as long as Laenor’s actor had a hideous blonde wig and Harwin's actor had dark hair.

What I do think is that yeah Ryan and Co. wanted cheap diversity points.

The Velaryons are both a prominent house and get a pretty raw end deal out of the Dance so it makes sense to use them since they are highly visible and have shit stories(the Velaryons end up broke and taken out of the play by the end of Dance).

They might have also been trying to cut Nettles and replace her with Rhaena and I don't mean in the way Dumbnyra stans try to say about Daemon and Nettles being biological/surrogate father and daughter cause there is no way he could want to be with a Black woman.*

*Remember Laena is white in the books.

I mean in the way that Team Green tries to make Dettles perverted by saying that Daemon groomed* Nettles and used her as a cheap lay cause there is no way he could love a Black woman.

*Dettles is problematic, but every relationship in Fire & Blood is problematic in some way so singling them out is suspect at best.

Having Rhaena take her place as his lover would thus make him the ultimate villain of the Dance cause what’s worse than grooming your 14-year-old daughter?

Now if this was the case I think this was Miguel's dumb idea. He's the same moron who allegedly thought that it would be a good idea to change Rhaenys name that way people wouldn't be confused since she, Rhaena, and Rhaenyra all have similar sounding names.

(Talk about having 0 faith in your audience. None of these women look alike and they are all different ages so if someone was confused they’d have to be straight up blind).

It's obvious that Ryan has his issues, but I don't even think he is dumb enough to do that, especially since he claims to listen to GRRM(and there is no way that George would go that’s a great idea man 🤪).

I naively hope that Nettles pops up in the trailer and they were just saving her until then, but I do not like that they appear to be sidling her when she's the most important dragonseed.

#bnasks #bnask #nettles #house Velaryon #weak boys #anti hotd #hotd anti blackness

[pheita]

Sea of Memories, Sea of Chances

So you wanna hear a story? Buy me a grog and listen, sailor. You wanna be a pirate, aye? Think it’s a big adventure? I tell you, it can be more than this. Ever heard of the Red Demon? Aye? The queen of the pirates. Feared by redskirts and our kind alike. Aye, that’s her. So come closer, and keep your mouth shut. I will tell you about how she met the Blue-Eyed Charmer and became what she is today. You wonder how I know this? Ah, mate, you are a smart kid, I see. I was her skipper. The Singing Siren was my baby. Nothing could beat her or our captain. Aye, that’s not completely true. One thing could beat her. Old Silver-Eye Will’s damned treasure. This old bastard really knew how to get her. Ah, you heard of his treasure. Of course, you did. Every damn pirate on the seven seas knew about it, but it is not what you think. It’s not gold and jewels. That’s what she and this damned charmer got. I admit he is good for her. Treats her better than any other man. Nah, don’t look at me like this. Look around, what do you see? That’s everything this damned charmer wasn’t. Sometimes I doubted he was even a pirate. His heart was too soft, but so was hers. You want to know what happened to the Siren? Oh, that’s easy, mate. Her daughter guides her now through the seas, defeating old Poseidon’s moods like no other. I tell you, mate, the biggest treasure is family. That’s what old Will left us. Aye, he did, this old bastard.

Genre: Historic Fantasy, Romance

Age-group: Adult Hookline: What is the biggest treasure of a pirate?

Warnings: alcohol, violence, mentions of slavery, consensual sex

Summary: Killian McInnis, a pirate captain with a certain reputation, sets his sails to find the treasure his old mentor Silver-Eye Will left behind when he died. But he isn’t the only one. Becca Darkwaters, a female pirate captain feared by marine and pirates alike, also sets her eyes on this treasure. They join forces after they realize both have only a half of the information and half a treasure is still better than no treasure, but a stubborn Commodore and the mutiny of Killian’s skipper forces them to work together for real. Time on the sea shines a light on their pasts and their future, along with some secrets. When they find the treasure, it is nothing they expected.

Themes: found family, loyalty, friendship, surviving

#writblr #writing #intro post #sea of memories sea of chances #somsoc #historical fiction #pirates #romance

[tetsunabouquet]

Basic Instinct Blooper Reel

Masterpost Bonding over both being casual fans of Atarashi Gakko with Kotaro during lunch, you couldn't help but launch into the choreo of Tokyo Calling when waiting in the queue at the Maji Burger. It wasn't long before Kotaro had caught on, and the two of you were wiggling as everyone else just gawked at you. But the two of you were having a blast, and high on the rush neither of you could care are the looks people were giving you. Nebuya didn't really know what to do but he started pumping his fists to some imaginary beat to go along with the vibe as Reo and Akashi just watched on with bemused smiled on their faces.

Akashi stared at his reflection in the mirror. This was the day, the day he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend and he couldn't feel more nervous. He breathed out and he breathed in slowly. Aomine told him he should focus on his reflection and practise his lines. Sure, he had the actual poem already set up in the athletics store, but how on earth was he supposed to greet you? Was he supposed to sound normal, a bit more flirty then usual? Like, how does one greet the girl they are about to ask to be their girlfriend? He looked deeply into his own eyes and trying not to feel weirded out, he ran a hand through his hair and said a suble , "Hello Y/n," that he thought sounded smooth. Keyword being thought, because all of the hairs at the back of his neck were instantly raised. YIKES. Now that was straight horror movie material. Perhaps listening to Aomine wasn't a good plan, he thought, shaking his head as he exited the bathroom.

You were giddily shaking in the bathroom of the expensive restuarant. Now this was the perfect opportunity to release some steam and just be happy you were Akashi's girlfriend and your first date was going over so smoothly! You really needed to screech happily into some paper towels. After you had belted out a few 'yes's that hopefully weren't too loud to make people think you were having sex in the bathroom, you clapped your hands in excitement. You were just bouncing with enthusiasm, so much, you didn't saw that paper towel in the corner. Just as two ladies entered the bathroom, you tried to compose yourself and stepped on the towel. Much to your horror, you slipped and tripped right there, landing disgracefully on your butt with those two ladies watching you. Excusing yourself, you prayed to the heavens these ladies didn't knew Masaomi.

Umemiya considered himself to be a man skilled in the kitchen. Working in the Akashi household for a couple years now, he thought both Akashi and the Kaneshiro clan alike were happy with his service, considering he hadn't been fired yet. He liked the young Akashi, even though he considered the elder one to be a bastard. Which is why he couldn't help but create a simple dish with suasages and mustard. With the mustard, he had written 'I am sorry your dad is a…' Because he couldn't outright call Masaomi a dick, he figured the sausages would signal the message. Considering he had been coped up in his room ever since his father ordered him to break up with you and he needed to have all his energy to escape to the Kaneshiro mansion, Fujioka came to get him some dinner. When Umemiya represented him the dish, Fujioka couldn't help but burst out in a chuckle. "We cannot possibly serve this." "You mean we shouldn't, but its our final day in this place. You shouldn't take it too seriously old man." Fujioka smiled bemused as his own stomach grumbled. "Can the old man munch on a sausage himself then?" "Eat it up, I say! The man has been a downright dick to serve, right?" Fujioka chuckled once more, before he pulled a fork from a kitchen drawer and ate a sausage, thinking to himself how Shiori had the worst taste in men ever.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #akashi #akashi seijuro #knb x reader #basic instinct #bloopers #small funny bits that didn't make the original fanfic #I might release a part 2 of the Blooper Reel on Basic Instinct's 2nd b-day next year #but anyways the story is officially closed now #I feel like I could cry #kotaro hayama #aomine daiki #terrible dating advice #atarashi gakko #maji burger mayhem #bathroom antics

[searchingforatrail]

Can you please talk about Megatron and how his life as D-16 affected his actions?

Thank you for sending me this! I have so many thoughts about Megatron’s life and how it impacts his character. This is probably one of my favorite subjects. Especially since one of the largest criticisms of his character is his fight for freedom despite being an abusive and oppressive person. And while those are valid criticisms, I believe in a strange way it makes sense that he’s how he is?

My short analysis is that the violent, oppressive Megatron we see is a result of growing up in an environment that enforced oppression and violence, and required it for survival.

Long answer: As D-16, violence was his initial way of escapism. At least one of them. Watching other miners fights was something that interested him, and further  led him to join the gladiatorial ring. And we know that the gladiatorial ring was his way of leaving his life as a miner. Considering violence in and out of the ring was normal for him, it make sense that as Megatron, violence would be something he used in Decepticon High Command. But he has an honor system (which I’ll talk about later).

It was also an example of subjugation, and making people listen to him. Considering he began as a nameless slave, who’s lack of influence and power caused him to be oppressed, he would grab onto whatever saved him from, and prevented his oppression.  So it’s not just something he knows and grew up with, it’s something that saved him. It was a crucial piece of survival. Megatron would not have survived had he not embraced violence, and that meant killing and seriously harming people. It meant intimidation. Things we see him exhibit as the leader of the Decepticons. This might be why he hates Starscream so much. Because Starscream’s very act of trying to take power away from him is a reminder of where and who he was before.

Additionally, Megatron is technically a survivor of abuse. This is often something overlooked, I think, especially due to his dynamic with Starscream when Megatron is branded only as an abuser. However, this is where he and Starscream are alike. They are both people who have been abused, and in turn, abuse others.

Being a slave is an inherently abusive relationship. He oppresses people, most likely because that’s what was done to him, and he never had a chance to process and move past that. He knows it's wrong, and knows he shouldn’t do it. But that’s also how he’s lived his entire life. There was no one willing to sit with him and deconstruct that. Orion did, or tried to. But Orion also spoke against him.  His movement started due to a fear of being oppressed again. Understanding that, coupled with the violence he grew up with, and knowing nothing else, it’s not strange to see how he’d end up doing the same exact thing that was done to him. No one really showed him different ways at achieving what he wanted. Rather, he was shamed for his ideas and debated with due to his approach to equality, an approach that he formulated using a past that kept him alive.  

On his honor code, and why he hurts Starscream for making mistakes while he doesn’t harm others. I’ve talked about it briefly, but Starscream represents everything he is against. In Prime, he is posh, privileged, and from the moment be joined the Decepticons, he wanted power. It wasn’t necessarily for the cause. I don’t think Megatron respects that, like at all. And Megatron knows the literal representation of everything he fought against is constantly trying to overthrow him.

I also want to squeeze in that while he does respect Optimus, Optimus's approach to Megatron's experiences wasn't good. I think of how Optimus views Megatron (Megatronus at the time) and how he immediately dismisses his views and reasons for wanting violence, and it makes me a bit disappointed. Optimus's own privilege makes it incredibly easy for him to bastardize anyone who doesn't think like him (sometimes, even his own troops) and I think this is his greatest flaw.

In general, Megatron deals with severe cognitive dissonance. It’s exacerbated by what he’s gone through. None of this excuses what he’s done (especially to Starscream), because he’s done truly terrible things. But, it gives an explanation. At least mine!

What character should I analyze next?

#megatron tfp #megatron earthspark #megatron #transformers #transformers prime #transformers idw #optimus prime #starscream

[veilder]

Convin 👀

Oh God! Them! Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!! (For the Ship Bingo Ask Game here!)

My first triple bingo, hoo boy!

Listen. Listen, I have... so many feelings about them. XD SO MANY! And they can be sooooooo many things!!! They work in like every scenario?! Rivals to lovers? Sure! Childhood friends AU? Oh yes. One night stands catching feelings? You betcha! Actual enemies?! Yes yes yes. Listen, they're antagonistic and argumentative, they're sweet and considerate, their both obnoxious assholes trying to get under each other's skin, etc. They just work on so many levels and they can just be so many things! And somehow... they all work with their characters? (Well, I mean, Gavin's is a bit of a stretch, lol, but with some healthy "making up bullshit backstory" magic, anything is possible. XD)

For me personally, I enjoy a little contention in their relationship? Things aren't exactly going smooth between them and they have their character flaws. Gavin is a prickly bastard with a chip on his shoulder and too any insecurities he loves to project. Connor is sarcastic and guilt-ridden and entrenched in a facade of complete mastery of himself. They've both done things in their pasts they regret deeply (even done things to each other they regret) and they'd have to work hard at anything friendly between them, but... The fact that they won't have to go it alone is key. I love them having a rough start and having flaws and regrets... but I love them seeing past those and working to improve themselves and coming to an understanding between them. I love that they're both kind of messed up because it gives them so much room to grow. And I love the ridiculous, unstoppable force they could become together, driving each other to even greater heights than they would've ever considered on their own. Ahhhhh, they are fraught and confrontation and sarcastic and so so so alike where it really counts, despite all their superficial differences. Ahhh, I love them. I love them so much! They are, I think, the only ship I'd ever consider as my actual OTP because... I just can't image them with anyone else tbh.

No matter what sort of wide range of characterizations they're given, I still love them. I've read so many different takes on them and it's always amazing seeing just how far they stretch when you put them together! I've fallen off a bit with the DBH fandom as of late but... They will always be so dear to me. I still love them with all my heart.

#dbh #connor rk800 #gavin reed #convin #reed800 #i care them sm 🥺🥺🥺 #my sweet and spicy boyos lol #also anyone who thinks Connor is the 'good' one in the relationship is fooling themselves XD #they are both bastards Connor just hides it better XD

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Ecstasy [10]

Monologue

ーー We took our time to sit down and explain,

everything which had happened since we last saw each other.

And ever so often, we would gently run our fingers across each other’s wounds,

as if trying to soothe the pain.

ー The scene starts inside the dungeon of the Vibora Castle

Yuma: ーー In short, I was used by that Kino guy. Pretty sure Lucks was as well. 

Yui: So it was his plan to trick us all along...

Yuma: I’m such a fool. I can’t believe I’d get hung up over the past...to the point of betrayin’ the family I cared ‘bout so much. 

I should have never trusted that fucker...

Kino: Are you talking about me?

ー Kino walks up to their cells

Kino: Little rude to say that when you’re the one who decided to trust me, don’t you think?

Yuma: Kino...!

Kino: Uwahー Both of you took a good beating. Fufu, my bad that this happened. 

Yuma: ...Shut that damn mouth of yers right now. If ya don’t wanna get killed, that is.

Kino: Hah. I’d love to see you try like that. Aren’t you to blame for letting yourself get tricked?

Yuma: Bastard...Could ya say the same thing to Lucks!? That guy trusted ya!

Kino: Sure, no problem? I mean...He was nothing but a fake I put together anyway.

Yuma: !? The fuck!?

Kino: Yuuri found out that you had an important friend like him in the past, you see.

I figured I could use it to my advantage, so I looked a bit more into it and put together a Ghoul who looked and acted just like him. 

When humans are reborn as Ghouls, it sometimes happens that their memories are a bit jumbled up. So it’s easy to implant new memories into them.

Do you understand? From that day the two of you were reunited in the human world, you were being deceived. Isn’t that hilarious?

Yui: Then the real Lucks-san...

Kino: Who knows. He doesn’t interest me enough to look into it.

Yuma: ...

Kino: Ahaha. Did I upset you again?

Yuma: ...Nah, if anythin’, I feel relieved. I’m glad the Boss I knew never fell for yer dirty lies.

I’m glad that the dude I looked up to so much wasn’t that much of an idiot.

Kino: ...You sure know what to say, huh? 

Oh well, I wonder how much longer you’ll be able to talk big like that. ーー Let’s go, Yui.

Yui: Me...?

Yuma: Wait! Where are ya takin’ her!?

Kino: She’s still useful to me, unlike you. Come on, can you stand up?

Selection

→ Resist (❦)

Yui: No...I won’t go...!

Kino: Well, I figured you’d say that...I guess I’ll have you go night-night for a bit then.

→ Give up 

Yui: ( Something might happen to Yuma-kun if I fight back... )

Yuma: Yui, run!

Yui: But you’ll...!

Yuma: I’ll save my own skin! So ya shouldーー

Kino: ...What a pain. I suppose it’d be better to have you go night-night for now.

*Thud*

ー The screen fades to black

Yuma: Yui!!

Yuma: Kino, ya bastard!!

Kino: It’s her own fault for not listening to me?

*Clatter* 

Yuma: Fuck...! I’m gonna fuckin’ end ya!!!

Kino: Go ahead and try.

I’m pretty sure you will soon be executed by the Vibora though. Ahahaha!

ー Kino walks away

Yuma: ...I’ll never forgive that bastard...!

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ...Uu...

ー Yui wakes up in the entrance hall

Yui: ( ...? Where am I...? )

Vibora Maid A: Have you awoken, Princess?

Yui: Eh...!?

( Princess...? Don’t tell me she’s talking about me? )

Kino: Hey there, how does the brand-new Vibora Princess feel?

Yui: Kino-kun...! Where’s Yuma-kun!?

Kino: That’s the first thing you ask me? The two of you really are alike, aren’t you?

He’s still inside his cell. That being said, I’m pretty sure he’ll be send to the execution grounds soon.

Yui: Execution grounds...!?

Kino: He’ll be convicted to the crime of Demon hunting.

Not even Vampires can escape death if their head is chopped off.

Yui: No way...

Kino: Want to prevent that?

Yui: Of course! I don’t want Yuma-kun to die...!

Kino: Fufu, thank you for giving me the answer I anticipated. Since you’re such a good girl, I’ll tell you.

The one and only way to prevent Yuma’s execution, that isーー

Monologue

The one and only way (唯一の方法)  to save Yuma-kun. 

That would be...

For me to become the Vibora Queen,

and give the order for their army to go and invade Eden (エデンへの侵入). 

Kino-kun’s lips curved upwards with enjoyment as he watched me stand there at a complete loss for words. 

If I agree to his plan,

I will put all of the others who are at Eden in danger.

ーー But even so. 

There was only one choice I could make. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leyumaecstasy10