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enrosadiraanisaaa · 11 months

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Within Session .Part Two.

Hello, this is my first fanfic. After reading several fanfics with Yandere!Leon Kennedy, I thought I hop on the bandwagon. I intend for this fic to progressively become disturbing and fucked up with each chapter. While the first few chapters will be tamed, expect the following in this series:

~Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced Breeding, Degradation, NonCon, Gang Banging, Forced Pregnancy, Somnophilia, Blackmail, Manipulation, Abuse, Pet Names, Obsessive Behavior (Duh), Torture, Constraints, Mentions of Blood & Gore, Mental Degradation, Toxic Relationship, Sexual Abuse, Masturbation, Drugged & Drunk Sex, Loss of Virginity, Forced Penetration…

Also you will be retconned (Too bad 😏): Female Reader, 24 Years old and from Texas 💝

This story was purely written with RE 4 (Remake) Leon in mind. So no puppy dog Leon from RE2 or DILF Leon from later games & movies. The story takes place several months after the events of RE4. Yay, you’re in 2004!

I plan to make this series long and fleshed out, but I promise what you want will hit you like a train~🚂

This chapter does not contain any 🔞 material. This story will contain +18 content (NSFW) in the near future 🔞 If you’re a minor, please go read a real book or something, don’t cry to me when your mom finds your shit. This story will eventually hit that point so don’t set yourself up.

Summary

As an on sight therapist for STRATCOM in Nebraska, you’re tasked with providing quality therapy for US military personnel and government agents. After working at the headquarters for 6 months, Hunnigan recommends you to a notable government agent, Leon Kennedy, who is in need of therapy. After a number of sessions with you, Leon notices a substantial stability in his sanity yet is threatened when you are offered a position back home, closer to your family and friends. Your choice doesn’t sit well with one particular client, who can’t fathom you out of your role as his therapist. Leon has found a means of keeping his precious therapist and realizes you are the key to his permanent solace. You were obviously destined to be his in some form. Why dream of him letting you go?

A\N: I was heavily inspired by Satoshi Kon’s Perfect Blue 💙, ExploreVenus’s Something Permanent and Guardian Angel by NexysWorld. They’re all great works, especially the fanfics with Yandere!Leon *chef’s kiss*. They both certainly have been feeding my obsession with Yandere!Leon in general at this point.

Hope y'all enjoy the second part! More to come 💝~ Anisssa أنيسة

Here is Part One of Within Session

Perfect Red

Despite months of residing in Nebraska, the drifting wind from the winter weather never ceased to pierce the skin to where it was nearly painful. It was an obvious contrast to Texas weather, as layers were necessary in Nebraska. With this in mind, you were beginning to regret your attire for today. Therapist attire in the winter was nearly nonexistent yet an oversized coat was a means to defeat the brunt of the cold weather. Underneath this oversized coat, a conservative two piece suit consisting of a dark red blazer and skirt that hugged your legs and passed your knees was worn. As an onsight therapist for the STRATCOM headquarters, to maintain a professional appearance was pivotal for reverence. Straight from college, you were able to land this position with assistance from Ingrid Hunnigan, an old colleague that was able to recommend you.

While embracing warmth inside the government building, the clicking of your closed toed black heels echoed in the hallway until you reached your office. A cozy small office, decorated with baby blue walls and a cherry wood desk in the middle was where the magic happened. By peering at the calendar on the wall with bold numbers of 2004 printed on the top, today was a Monday morning in the middle of November. After booting up the computer on the desk, you elect to check emails and your schedule to discern which clients will be seen today. A sudden email from Hunnigan springs up with a ping on the screen.

An email entailing a new client, containing a PDF for briefing with their background and information. By scanning the email with the attached PDF file, the name: LEON SCOTT KENNEDY in bold letters caught attention. That name sounded vaguely familiar.

From Hunnigan, the email read:

Good morning, A new client with client code name KenLeo has been added to your schedule. I have worked closely with him and have recommended your services. Sessions will be Monday and Fridays from 5PM to 5:50PM. I have attached a PDF file for briefing. Let me know if you have any questions! Thank you so much, Ingrid Hunnigan

Hunnigan was always supportive, bringing clients from various divisions and sections from the military. Upon reviewing the file on Leon, he seemed to belong to a unique division, the Anti-Umbrella Pursuit and Investigation Team. While not surprising there were sections of the government unheard of, the words Anti-Umbrella certainly intrigued you. The file also entailed personal information such as his birthday, basic background, and some medical history. From the file, you discern Leon is currently 27, has no living family member, orphaned, and is of Italian-American heritage. Usually, other information regarding their background were included, yet Leon’s history was highly restrictive, especially details concerning his former occupation as a police officer in the late 90s.

With a shrug, you clicked off the file and email from Hunnigan. The first session for new clients were almost like an interview process, Leon would certainly provide that part of his history if he was comfortable enough, especially if there were any occurrences that had ensued a detrimental effect on his mental health. Although, it would not be a surprise if his time as an officer would contribute to his current wellbeing.

By returning your attention to your computer screen, you review the schedule with the block slots of clients with the addition of Leon Kennedy at 5PM later today. The day certainly was going to feel longer due to the addition of this new client, yet there was an underlying determination to guide these people in achieving their relief.

Currently, it was 15 minutes before the first client, and there were already a number of tasks to complete, especially gathering legal documentation for Leon. By clicking off the computer, you stand up from the computer chair with a violent stretch before removing the oversize coat, simply hanging it on the chair. With your hands, you adjust both your cherry colored blazer and skirt, while ensuring no strands stuck out from your hair.

It was time for business.

The morning breezed by with several clients, yet the afternoon slowed the pacing of the day. After an hour break, there were 5 more scheduled sessions with clients. By 5PM, you were quite exhausted, yet committed to perform effectively for an effective impression for Leon’s first session. While seated at your desk, gathering documents and legal forms, a sudden knock at the doorway interrupted your attention. As you direct your attention to the entrance of the office, the source of the knock revealed a blonde male with ocean-like eyes.

At the sight, you immediately composed yourself and stood up to make your way around the desk to the man. “You must be Leon Kennedy, I assume?” You brightly greeted him, gently ushering him into the office.

He nods,”Uhh, yes… you’re the therapist that Hunnigan referenced ?” Leon questions, taking a few steps into the office as you gesture at him to sit at one of the two chairs in front of your desk.

With a nod of your head,”Yes, and as she informed me, you have never seeked treatment or counseling before?” You ask, seating yourself on the other chair across from him instead of the chair behind your desk.

As you sat down in the chair, you could have sworn he looked you up and down with a scrunched up face. He nods again,”Yes…” he simply says.

With a smile, you nod,”That’s okay, let’s get started, Leon,” You say, glancing at him across to you. Leon had a noticeable frown on his face.

Was it the red?

#leon kennedy #re4 leon #yandere!leon kennedy #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon x fem reader #yandere!leon x reader #Within Session

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greatwyrmgold · 1 year

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After Worm ended, Wildbow shared some Parahumans drafts. There are a lot of interesting details that changed, interesting details that stayed the same, and a few things that were just weird. One weird thing that's stuck in my head for nearly a decade is the Rhizome Epidemic.

Out of the snippets provided, the Rhizome Epidemic is only mentioned in the 2004 one, TELUTT (The Events Leading Up to That Thursday). The Epidemic is a bunch of fungus growing somewhere far north enough that it has glaciers. It is noted for sometimes being hostile and producing materials that make great superhero costumes. No seams, bulletproof, cut-resistant, fireproof, "reduces the force of ambient psychic effects," and sometimes transparent.

I could speculate on the origin of the Rhizome Epidemic, whether it's a half-baked Entity "superweapon" or a biotinker creation or some other power effect, but that's impossible to know and not all that interesting. Instead, I'm going to speculate about why Wildbow included it in 2004 and discarded it by 2011.

So, one of the things Wildbow was trying to do with Earth Bet was construct a world where all the standard superhero tropes made sense. Hence (for instance) the 3-4 obscenely powerful precogs, their disparate goals and indirect conflicts pushing the setting towards a superhero norm.

Obviously, Rhizome fabric is intended to help with this. It's the super-suit—nearly invulnerable to damage, good at protecting its wearer from harm, and none of the unpleasant visual clutter caused by real clothesmaking techniques. It even comes with a built-in justification for cleavage windows and the like. It's not a bulletproof suit with a hole cut out right over her heart, it's a bulletproof suit with transparent fabric over her heart!

So why was the Rhizome cut?

Normally, I would argue that the line between "deconstruction" and "reconstruction" isn't fuzzy so much as nonexistent. Both of them take a closer look at a genre's tropes, depicting what the author thinks is a more reasonable version of them. Deconstructions tend to say "This wouldn't work"; reconstructions tend to say "Here's how this could work," but the two are hardly incompatible...especially since genres tend to have multiple tropes to xeconstruct. There are plenty of stories which people could argue as being either de- or reconstructing something; they might outnumber examples which are unambiguously one or the other.

However, the distinction is the most straightforward way to explain the difference between canon Worm and the Rhizome. Worm leans towards deconstructive; it is focused on the ways its setting differs from the Platonic superhero setting more than the reasons why it has superheroes. By contrast, the Rhizome Epidemic is purely reconstructive. From what we saw in the TELUTT draft, it exists to explain why the best/richest capes have costumes that would fit in a Silver Age comic.

Again, reconstructive elements could exist within Worm without ruining its tone; this is obvious, because they exist. (Coil's plans, particularly his early jobs for the Undersiders, are an obvious example.) But the Rhizome Epidemic would still stand out, because it only justifies a trope—and a pretty inconsequential, aesthetic trope at that.

I can imagine a Worm where Rhizome fabrics were incorporated into the narrative weave. Perhaps the flashy four-color costumes are used as a contrast to the grim and gritty reality of the world, with the Epidemic being a disaster that those in power are letting happen because it's convenient for them.

But at the same time, a world where most notable capes have bulletproof costumes, where superheroines regularly flash their cleavage to the world, and where these things exist because of a super-material that only serves to facilitate fanciful costumes and plot armor, is a softer world than Earth Bet needs to be. Worm isn't grimdark (as I'd define the term), but the darkness is needed for the story we saw to come togehter.

#fungi #parahumans #lore #wildbow

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raainy-daze · 1 year

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The Snatcher.

chapter one. ➼ [next.]

rise of the tmnt x gn!reader [PLATONIC], rise!leo x gn!reader

summary: someone keeps stealing everyone’s things. nothing they’ve stolen has any correlation, and it’s anyone’s guess why they’re doing it. as time goes on, the list of crimes grows longer. reader just hopes no one realizes it’s them.

a box of parts has gone missing from donatello’s lab, and needless to say, he’s furious about it. just one heist in, and it’s already quickly turning into everyone’s problem.

word count: 2,868

a/n: guess who’s back with his first multi-chapter fic y’all

i’m gonna have another post regarding my return from hiatus with more details on that and my writing plans around the same time i post this, so please do check that out if you care about this blog!

in regards to the fic: i like to call this one “in which the reader is full-on just kind of an asshole and steals everyone’s stuff for no reason”. so, if you just so happen to be a little shit, congrats! this one’s for you. reader is in a relationship with leo in this, but that’s not really the focus, and it isn’t really even explicitly mentioned in this chapter.

All was still.

It was well past dark in New York City. Of course, that didn’t mean much - it’s called the city that never sleeps for a reason. Above ground, traffic still raced on, people still yelled in the streets, the hubbub didn’t quit. But in some apartments, families closed their curtains, tucked their children into bed, and tried to ignore the clamor outside their windows.

Below ground was a slightly different story, however. Sounds were muffled by concrete, leaving the rush of cars and footsteps inaudible. Occasionally, you would hear the telltale rattle of the subway, but it was easy enough to ignore once you got used to it. Normally, in this strange home beneath the city, there would still be some sort of noise at this hour, but the Hamato family had retired a bit earlier than usual tonight. Splinter had even remembered to turn off the projector, which was rare enough to be notable. As far as the family was concerned, everyone was tucked into bed and sleeping soundly. Not a creature was stirring.

Except for one.

In contrast to the rest of the lair, the laboratory wasn’t totally quiet, nor was it totally dark. The machines which occupied the room produced soft whirring noises at all times, and had plenty of blinking lights to keep the room just barely illuminated. Most of it was a very dim light, but at the main desk with the most clutter, there was one brighter source. The computer was open to some Wikipedia page, and the light it produced fell softly on the face of a sleeping softshell turtle.

Normally, he would still be awake, working away on his various inventions. But this evening, he’d crashed far earlier than normal. Definitely unusual, but no one would be particularly surprised to hear about it. After all, he had gone without sleep for what? Three days now? It was only logical he would drop at some point, whether it be by his own will or nature taking over. He needed this sleep, everyone (except perhaps himself) would agree. It was a tad unfortunate, however, that he crashed when and where he did. For one thing, the desk littered with empty coffee cups and stray materials couldn’t be a very comfortable pillow, and far more importantly, he hadn’t had time to close anything down for the night. Some things were left running, and their batteries would likely be drained by morning. That was the least of his concerns, however. What he should, and likely would if he was conscious, be worried about was that nothing was locked. The door to the lab, the cabinets of valuable tools, nothing. His precious projects were left completely and utterly vulnerable, as he would find out when the morning came.

It was Friday evening, April 16th. The small clock in the bottom right corner of the computer read 11:24 PM.

That was when the Snatcher struck for the first time.

•°. *࿐

“I suppose you’re all wondering why I called you here today.”

It was Saturday morning, 8:42 AM. It wasn’t unusual for you to meet on a weekend, but it was a bit strange that it was so early in the morning. Saturdays are for sleeping in, after all, but that hadn’t been an option this morning, thanks to Donatello. You’d been woken up bright and early at 7:00 AM by your phone blowing up with notifications, demanding that you get to the lair as soon as possible because Donnie had a “code red emergency that he needs everyone to meet for ASAP”. A quick check with Leonardo, however, revealed that there wasn’t, in fact, a code red (something on fire, someone bleeding, or an alien invasion). According to him, Donnie had woken everyone up banging pots and pans at an absolutely ungodly hour, and was very passive aggressive all throughout breakfast. All of that, and he was refusing to explain why until everyone was present.

So, here you were, sitting in the main room of the lair at this mildly ridiculous hour of the morning with everyone. And when you said everyone, you meant everyone. Yourself, April, and the guys were the usual given, as well as Casey Jr. since he showed up. Cassandra was sitting over on the far right next to Sunita, and even Splinter had been dragged to this meeting, though he appeared to already be drifting off. Upon arrival, you had been informed that Draxum was also invited, but had refused. You supposed Donnie didn’t have the authority to argue there.

“Will you get to the point already?” Leo groaned next to you. “It’s been hours.” Raphael and Michelangelo looked equally annoyed and tired, and you couldn’t blame them, what with the stories you’d heard earlier. You considered regretting taking extra time for breakfast and prolonging their suffering, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to. It was some damn good breakfast, and they ought to be used to this stuff by now.

Standing in front of you all, Donnie sighed. “All right, all right, you guys have no respect for a good monologue.” He grabbed hold of the whiteboard he had rolled out of the lab earlier and dramatically spun it around. You squinted, trying to interpret the scribbles made in dry erase marker, but quickly gave up. He would undoubtedly explain it all to you regardless.

“Last night, sometime between 10:30 PM and 4:00 AM, someone broke into my lab!”

Everyone stared at him blankly.

“Donnie,” April said, “I was just in there. Nothing looked very broken into.”

“Yes, nothing LOOKED amiss, my dear April, but one very crucial detail!” He pointed towards one corner of his whiteboard, at what you now recognized as a diagram of the lab. He circled a drawing of what appeared to be a box he had very subtly labeled “GPS PARTS”. “This box” -he gestured again for extra emphasis- “contained–”

“Let me guess, GPS parts?”

“LET ME SPEAK!” Donnie took a deep breath and returned to his drawing. “Yes, it contained GPS parts, very important GPS parts I just bought to use on my brand new upgrades to the navigational system in the Turtle Tank, more specifically the parts needed for the antenna, but I know you all start yelling when I go on science tangents, so for your sakes, I won’t elaborate.”

“Thanks, it’s much appreciated.”

Donnie made an expression you quickly recognized as the “trying to blow Leo up with his mind” face.

“And what happened to the parts, Donnie?” April asked.

“Why, thank you for asking. Well, this morning when I awoke…” Donnie took an eraser, held it up, and suddenly began erasing the box far more violently than he really needed to. “IT WAS GONE!”

Donnie’s yell woke Splinter up with a start. “Wh-” Sunita leaned over and whispered a quick summary of the situation. “Oh, that is what you are so mad about? You lost your, uh, things?”

“They weren’t lost, Father, they were clearly stolen!” Donnie was becoming more frantic by the moment. “I checked and double checked their exact position several times last night, to be perfectly sure I wouldn’t loose them! And yet, this morning, they were gone! And they had to have been stolen by SOMEONE IN THIS ROOM! Or Draxum.”

He waved an accusatory finger at… well, everyone. “Everyone present in this room was present last night for our Jupiter Jim: Atomic Lass Dies Again 2 viewing, as you all know!”

This was a fact. Yesterday, everyone in your circle had been invited (or dragged, in Draxum’s case) to watch the new JJ movie the second it came out on DVD. It had been fun, but you doubted anyone there expected to be a suspect by the next morning. Well, except for the perpetrator, you supposed.

“Are you sure, Dee?” Casey Jr. actually looked pretty concerned. He always seemed to take these things a bit more seriously, probably because he wasn’t as used to it. “I mean, you really think someone in this room would steal from you?”

“Oh, you sweet summer child, multiple people in this room have stolen from me. In fact, most people in this room have stolen from me. Some more than others.” He gave a pointed glare in Leo and Cassandra’s directions.

“Do you have any proof?” Cassandra glared right back.

“Yes, Cassandra!” Donnie once more slapped the diagram. “The fact that it’s gone! The fact that there is an outline in the shape of a box entirely free of dust! The fact that whichever one of you who did it (probably Leo) is an–”

“Whoa, whoa, are you accusing me? Your own twin brother?” Leo put a hand on his chest, commencing with his usual theatrics. “Dude, I thought we had a bond!”

“Leonardo, this would be far from the first time you’ve stolen my stuff!” Donnie pointed at him in response. “My tools! My clothing! Anything in my lab you thought looked cool! Even Penelope Platypus!”

“Penelope Platypus?”

“Don’t ask. Never ask about Penelope Platypus,” Raph whispered.

“Understood.”

“Okay, okay-” April stood up from her spot and walked over to Donnie. “Everyone, let’s just-”

“I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR PENELOPE PLATYPUS-”

“Donnie, let’s just calm down!” April grabbed Donnie’s arm and lowered it. “Do you not have any security cam footage?”

“No, April, I do not, because as I conveniently told you all yesterday, all my security measures are under maintenance!”

“Fingerprints?”

“Already checked. Whoever it was, they knew exactly what they were looking for and didn’t touch anything else. Believe me, I have been looking since 4. A. M.”

“Okay, what’s all the rest of this on your board?”

Donnie cleared his throat, but not before sending one last nasty glance his brother’s way. “Well, here I have a list of any possible motivation our thief could’ve had. Leonardo, mischief, Cassandra, mischief, Draxum, turning back into an evil supervillain stuff, Mikey, an insane level of dumb luck and obliviousness-”

“Okaaay.” April cut him off before he could go down the whole list, but you could just make out your own name below Mikey’s. Anything else written on the board, however, was pretty much lost to time thanks to Donnie’s illegible handwriting.

April picked up a dry erase marker from the bottom of the board, and began making amendments to Donnie’s notes. “Well, we know it couldn’t have been me or Sunita, since we left while you were still awake.” She crossed out both names. “Mikey also went to bed pretty early, but I guess he could’ve gotten up and come back downstairs.” She placed a question mark next to Mikey’s name. “If our thief did know what they were looking for, then who did you tell about these parts?”

“Well, I told you, of course.” April began making checkmarks as Donnie listed names. “I also told Casey Jr. when I was teaching him how refrigerators work.”

You decided not to ask.

“I mentioned it to Father, but I doubt he was listening, since he clearly doesn’t often.” He paused as he stared at Splinter, who took a full seven and a half seconds to space back into reality and notice.

“Oh, are we done? Wonderful, I’m missing the latest episode of-”

“No, Father, we are not done!”

“Also, we don’t get cable,” Raph pointed out.

“Alright, and that’s everyone?”

“I believe so, yes.”

“Alright. So we’ve got ten total suspects, two with a solid alibi, three with inside knowledge, and…” April muttered to herself as she read over Donnie’s guessed motivations. How she managed to read those, you had no clue. “... two with a reasonable motive. Not a lot to go off of.”

“Well then, on to my planned second step; I will now be questioning each of you in order from oldest to youngest.” Uh oh. “Father?”

“Uh- yes, Purple?”

“WHERE WERE YOU THE NIGHT OF APRIL 16TH?”

“... I believe I was here. I also believe that was yesterday.”

You exchanged a look with Leo. This was going nowhere - Donnie was just going to yell a lot, and eventually Cassandra was going to start yelling back, and then everyone would be yelling, and it would just be really loud. You pulled out your phone as discreetly as you could, and began typing.

was it you?

be honest i swear i won’t tell anyone

no!!! i went straight to sleep after you left

i didn’t go anywhere near the lab

i assume you wouldn’t be asking if it was you

well duh

should we tell him raph slipped sleeping meds in his coffee

no, that’ll just make it worse

raph wouldn’t do it anyways, he’s too nice

point taken

so what are we supposed to do

watch it play out?

you read my mind

You looked up from your phone, back at Donnie, who had moved on from Splinter to Cassandra. This would be fun.

“WHY THE HELL WOULD I TAKE IT? I WOULDN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT!”

“YOU HAVE ONE OF THE TOP MOTIVES, CASSANDRA!”

“AND WHAT KIND OF MOTIVE IS THAT?!”

“TO SPITE ME!”

“TO SPITE– oh. Yeah, that makes sense.”

“SO YOU ADMIT IT!”

“I ADMIT TO NOTHING!”

“Oh my god, they’re going to kill each other.” You sincerely doubted you would see anything as entertaining as this for the rest of the week. It was pettiness at its finest, and you’d acquired quite a number of insults from watching fights this way. You knew it was only a matter of time until someone (Cassandra) threw the first punch, and then it was only a matter of time until someone (Donnie) threw the first explosive. But alas, it would be over too soon for that.

“April, you get Donnie.” Raph sighed as he stood up, and scooped Cassandra up remarkably easy. At the same time, April grabbed Donnie, preventing him from trying to hit Casey Sr.

“Look, Donnie, I can understand why you’re upset, but fighting isn’t really the best way to fix this.”

“But it is a way.”

“Maybe, but–”

“Don, I’ll help you find your parts.” April cut Raph off. She sounded pretty exasperated at this point. “Just stop screaming before everyone’s eardrums explode.”

“I was not screaming-”

“Yes you were. Now come on, I wanna see the crime scene for myself.” April began dragging Donnie off to his lab. Casey stuck her tongue out at him, and you just caught him flipping her off before disappearing into the lab.

Raph set Cassandra back down, and she muttered something that sounded a lot like a very targeted insult.

“Well, that was certainly… something,” Sunita commented.

“Something, indeed.” Mikey nodded.

“Okay.” Raph turned back to the group. “You know I trust all of you…”

“But you’re gonna accuse one of us of stealing some dumb science crap?” Cassandra raised an eyebrow.

“No! No.” Raph smiled sheepishly. “But, if it was any of you… Just, please give it back. He will not let this go, and I don’t know if our sanities will survive it.”

“Hey, hey, April’s on the case now!” Mikey chimed in. “I’m sure she’ll solve it in no time! She’ll catch our… our Snatcher!”

“Our what now?”

“The Snatcher! It’s what I just decided to title our resident thief.”

“We’re naming the thief?”

“Now, now, Casey Jr., every thief needs a good name.” Mikey patted Casey on the shoulder a couple of times, looking very proud of himself.

While everyone else was talking over the new name and what could’ve happened to Donnie’s stuff, you walked over to the whiteboard. You weren’t really interested in the lab diagram; you also weren’t sure what part of this required an entire corner of the board being dedicated to math equations.

You squinted at Donnie’s scrawled handwriting, trying to make out the notes at the bottom of the board. On the motives list, you found your name, which was just barely readable. It took you a few seconds to translate what was written next to it.

Scheming.

That didn’t sound too different from Leo and Cassandra’s “mischief”, but hey, it sounded better, so you weren’t going to complain. You’d have to ask Donnie what he meant by the difference next time you saw him.

You grabbed the marker and wrote down several notes regarding what had occurred last night. You had stayed in Leo’s room for a while before you left, so you could provide alibis for each other in that time frame. You hadn’t seen Cassandra on your way out, nor had you seen anyone else up. You wrote down the rough time you left, as could be verified by Leo, and wrote down that you had seen a light from under Mikey’s door.

Finally, you wrote “The Snatcher Case” at the top of the board, followed by “(y/n) was here :)” in the bottom corner.

You smiled to yourself before going to grab your things and get ready to leave. You were eager to watch this play out.

You couldn’t wait until you enacted phase two of your plan.

It was 9:57 AM, Saturday, April 17th. The Snatcher waltzed right out of the lair, and no one suspected a thing.

#tmnt x reader #reader insert #rottmnt x reader #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #tmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader

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emperorverse · 8 months

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The Emperor-Verse: RWBY: Saints of Remnant, a reimagined AU(More details in Keep Reading!)

Once there was a world by the name of Omnibus. Created by the supreme deity The Author Allfather through the mysterious entity The Storyteller, this world was composed of four holy and mighty kingdoms, ruled by The Author’s Patron Saints whose reign protected the people, human and faunus alike, with their mighty armies, hunters, and their own holy powers from barbarian hordes, and the hordes of The Grimm who were the incarnations of hatred of the fallen seraph Grimmel The Black and his fellow fallen angels

In the dreadful world-shattering war of Ragnarök, the glorious age of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty, and the days of Romance, Heroism Adventure, and Eucatastrophe came to a tragic end.

Now all that remains is the world that is Remnant

But there is a prophecy made by Ozma The First Time Wizard before his death at the hands of The Witch-Emperor, that one day the bloodlines of the original Patron Saints and the families betrothed to them will return to take up these powers, rally armies of the righteous, vanquish the darkness and restore the holy kingdoms and Omnibus and reign over them once more.

Sinners will become Saints

Legends shall be restored and new Legends will be born

And what was a Remnant, Shall Be Whole Again.

But until then, the Hunters lead a struggling battle against the Grimm while the modern kingdoms suffer under corruption of all kinds, both to the benefit of darker forces who have horrifying intentions for the world.

Cue Ruby Rose and her older half-sister Yang Xiao Long, they are about to enter Beacon Academy after being approved by the eccentric Professor Ozpin Pine along with the heiress Weiss Schnee and the introverted faunus Blake Belladonna forming team RWBY

Ozpin has also enrolled a few other students and transferred others.

The former forming team JNPR, and the latter being Team SSSN of Haven Academy

Ozpin seems to have his eye on all of them, but what for?

Heavily inspired by CS Lewis's series The Chronicles of Narnia

Main Ships Contained:

RoseGarden

BlackSun

Iceberg/Arctic Water

Arkos

Renora

and some other ships

Also will contain unorthodox reimagining such as Adam Taurus(He's an initial antagonist turned good) and the White Fang and Jacques Schnee and the SDC with their Canon!Counterparts replaced with substitutes among other things

Currently the concept is in the works in a series of notes.

Details of the Emperor-Verse

Now I'm sure there's some questions you probably are all asking which I assume are the same questions as my blog

“Why are you using your Religion?”

Mostly due to it being a strong foundation, notably theology, for most of my stories, there are many strong foundations of storytelling, religion, history, you can even fantasize science if you put the imagination, time, and effort into it.

After doing some soul searching and listening to the Narnia books on Audible, it became another important element in making this au and I might include elements of CS Lewis’ Space Trilogy

This AU is set in my fictional Multiverse The Emperor-Verse which Narnia is implied to exist in, or I should say had existed in(its set after The Last Battle)

“Isn’t this kind of entitled and disrespectful?”

Disagreement isn’t necessarily malicious, and entitlement is not inherently bad if its your opinions and subjective feelings which people are entitled to.

Tolkien was heavily inspired by his distaste for how Shakespeare handled certain concepts, such as the Ents when he was upset and dissatisfied that there were no walking talking trees in the Enchanted Fortest of Macbeth, and the Valar Aule the Smith and the origin of the Dwarves make him something of an Anti-Prometheus

Not to mention Philip Pullman, the author of His Dark Materials Trilogy, made it out his distaste how CS Lewis made the Chronicles of Narnia and his overall beef with Christianity, and nobody seems to take issue with that.

I’m not saying the direction RWBY went with V3 or Pyrrha and the rest of the cast potentially ending tragically in some way or another is objectively bad, it was just not my taste

And I am not saying every normal RWBY fan/RWDE person who liked it is an elitist about it nor are all of them trying to insult me and attack me personally or say my ideas are bad

Nor I’m not trying to change canon or its “trajectory” , nor am I doing this to spite Monty, especially when I never knew the guy. This is a difference in handling ideas and concepts.

I’m doing my RWBY AU, which will most likely be revamped into an original story since it takes a whole different directions with the characters and world, but it's mostly because with post V3 and now in retrospect I saw what this world, characters, ships and other ideas could have been all in a story I believe is worth telling. And I was disappointed that it wasn’t.

I mean yeah it's also due to personal tastes and preferences and subjective feelings, at least I’ve been told, but I also try to integrate that in a meaningful way.

So I hope you all enjoy what I have to offer, which will most likely be put on AO3 and FanFiction.Net, and who knows, I might get a few artists to commission to redesign some characters or illustrate some scenes if anyone is up for it.

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out of curiosity do you have any thoughts about Maggie?

i think it's really funny that the protagonist of pact is like. some Comically Normal, increasingly-pale, interminably haunted guy the universe hates who spends 45% of his life minimum shaking and/or throwing up. and then the plucky charming girl who says things like 'drat' and 'fiddlesticks' and has a tragic ya-protag origin story and is dealing with a classic ya-protag ominous prophecy is the side character. using goblins is ostensibly possible to frame as a likable underdog trait, in contrast to Cool Shit like faeries or demons. by all accounts blake scans as someone who should show up once in the ya fantasy novel about maggie's life to serve as a bit of character development for her & then never receive a feature again except for a singular piece of irrelevant background dialogue in which it's offhandedly mentioned that they found his sopping wet flayed corpse on the street. not even a notable street, either, just some random street. And Yet. he's the protagonist instead of her.

and, like, wildbow knows this. the funniest part of this whole thing is that when wildbow went "who is the most Iconic YA Protag Material in pact, i want to put a pact reference into worm," the answer wasn't blake, it was, obviously, maggie. it's maggie's world blake's just living in it. he straight cannot catch a break. cannot even be the protagonist of the book he's a fucking protagonist of.

i digress. one last sidenote before i get into talking abt maggie's interlude: it's really fun that before it we get a firsthand look at how the Batshit and Harrowing experience of being a disadvantaged practitioner (unable to lie, experiencing the horrors at all times) will straight up turn you into a guy in a horror movie who goes around looking disheveled and shaking and discussing ominous portents, and then the interlude itself depicts how comically absurd that looks from an outside perspective. love the practitioner in maggie's interlude. out there delivering a classic vague & ominous horror novel Foreshadowing Statement to our archetypal protag maggie, and she's the only one who actually experiences the genre awareness to go "ohh, okay, i'm in a horror novel," and prevent her entire family from dying badly about it.

and the thing about this is that it works flawlessly as part of her "YA protag who is for some reason a side character here and not the protag" schtick, but it also makes for a genuinely horrifying & compelling narrative. like, What If you were a teenager suddenly realizing the things that go bump in the night are not only real but tearing your life down around you while everyone else remains oblivious--would that be fucked up or what? love the moment where she sees the goblin w/ the blood-soaked hair (who is hot and cool btw) holding not a bleached skull but a very visibly dark & bloody one with Bits Still Attached and it finally clicks for her that this is Real. that one little image of abject gore and suffering during an extended traumatic experience that viscerally hammers the entire thing right into your skull. & the characterization of her looking directly at sculptures of rotting meat and imagery of knives doing terrible things and blood on the streets and then deciding that there's actually an Art to the wriggling wet underbelly of the world, one she wants to hold and own instead of vice versa, is good. i like it. there's a moment where she briefly sounds entirely capable of holding a conversation with bonesaw regarding Art, and that is excellent.

i also think she's probably still in over her head without realizing. she's manipulated into ordering someone's murder and then is like "you know i think i can make up for this one AND go on a fun little adventure to add to my scrapbook of knowledge at the same time." that's not how reality works! you killed someone! and then tried to semi-earnestly befriend slash mooch from their cousin! she's only been a practitioner for six months--i think there's a very fundamental disconnect btwn the maggie that's lucky enough to still have parents she can be a normal silly teenager with and the maggie that's making forays into The World Of Backstabbing, Horror, Murder, and Fates Worse Than Death. and i think that disconnect will result in strain for her as the fact that she's sort of doomed to do some really awful things, have some really awful things happen to her, and/or both sinks in. okay that largely summarizes my maggie thoughts so far. i hope to see more of her and her silly little goblins i do enjoy the grotesque.

#ask #pact time #pactblr

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Despair Time Ch2 Motive Analysis

CW: Incredibly dark subject material– lots of death, murder, and suicide/self harm. Implied/mentioned homophobia, transphobia, and eating disorders. Major spoilers through Part 1 of Despair Time Chapter 2. Also it’s long.

Secrets, secrets, secrets! As soon as MonoTV revealed the secrets of Despair Time’s student body to us without telling us whose was whose, I started making plans to write a theory about who their true owners could be. And then the first part of the trial revealed way more than I thought it would. But, no matter! The trial isn’t over yet, and even if/when it is finished, I doubt they’ll spill all of the answers immediately.

In terms of gathering our truth bullets for this case, I saw some bonus material in the comments section of Chapter 2 Episode 8 that I think will give us a lot to work with. In case you weren’t aware, apparently if you go to the cast introductions of Despair Time’s Tumblr page, you can find a hidden quote on each of the characters’ profiles. You can read them all now if you wish, but I’ll make sure to write out the relevant ones when I talk about them later.

Notably, Min and Arei have both canonically said their quotes aloud within the duration of the story, while Xander has not. Does this perhaps indicate that he’ll say it later in a flashback or something? Will other characters say their quotes out loud in the future? Maybe, maybe not. That’s not super relevant to the discussion at hand.

So, let’s start by clearing the secrets that have been confirmed true by their (relatively) trustworthy owners.

“You took on your talent to earn money for your family. But you’ve since put them in a lifetime of debt.” We saw that this is the secret that Teruko received, and that it had Rose’s name on it. Rose later confirmed that this secret was true with detail, so this is definitely Rose’s secret.

“You hide your name and birthright to pretend that you aren’t the daughter of Mariabella Rosales.” Arturo openly revealed that this was J’s secret, and while she was upset, she didn’t deny it. This is definitely J’s secret.

“Blackmail, rumors, lying, stealing, slander. You did everything you could to ruin your sisters’ lives.” Arei outright confirmed that this was her secret to David and Teruko. Levi, the secret’s holder, backed that fact up during the Class Trial. This is definitely Arei’s secret.

“No one accepted you because of your identity. You were constantly mocked by your family, your peers, and everybody else.” Ace exposed this as Nico’s secret, and while, like J, they were upset at it being spread, they didn’t deny that it was theirs. Given that Nico has now come out with their identity, this is definitely Nico’s secret.

With those four obvious ones out of the way, let’s clear a couple more that I think have been attributed correctly.

“Your older brother died, but you don’t remember him at all.” Although J revealed this as Charles’ secret, he didn’t confirm that it was correct. However, the whole point of this secret is that Charles didn’t remember that it happened, and his later dialogue makes it seem like he’s started to remember that this is in fact, true. It’s not 100% guaranteed, but I’m almost certain this is Charles’ secret.

“Your younger sister killed herself because of you. You never should have left.” Knowing that the owner of this secret was an alive male, J deduced that this was Arturo’s secret, and Eden was eventually forced to back her up. While I still have some reserves about this secret, given that Arturo continues trying to deny that it’s his, it’s Eden’s story that really seals the deal for me. If this was not Arturo’s secret, Eden would have needed to fabricate the entire scene between her, Arturo, and Arei seemingly out of nowhere, and it would have to just happen to line up perfectly with the existence of the ripped note. If this was not Arturo’s secret, Eden would have to be pulling off a masterful lie for questionable gain, which seems implausible. Plus, Arturo lied about having a younger sister in the Trial, which implies he had something to hide. His quote, “You hated them, but even that doesn’t justify what you did,” fits this secret decently as well. Pretty sure this is Arturo’s.

“Your body is falling apart, but you’ll still refuse to eat.” Veronika guessed that this was Ace’s secret, and based on his reaction, it really seems like that would be the case. Nico also essentially confirming that it’s Ace’s is just another cherry on top. However, given that Ace didn’t verbally confirm it himself, I put it down here. I think it’s correct, though.

“Your mother is dead. You always omit that truth.” This is a unique one for this category because Whit actually did confirm that this one was his. It’s Rose’s actions that make this more uncertain, given that she never read the secret and therefore doesn’t know who it belonged to. Compared to other secrets, this one is pretty tame, so it’s possible that Whit could be taking advantage of Rose’s forgetfulness to claim this secret as his own. However, because nobody else claimed this secret, that means that he would have to know with enough certainty ahead of time that it belonged to Xander or Min (or theoretically Arei) that he could avoid someone else calling him out. His hidden quote, “We tend to idolize the dead,” also fits this secret, given that he’s spoken highly of his mother before. It’s probably Whit’s, but I wanted to examine all avenues.

“You exist to manipulate others. Everyone else exists to be taken advantage of.” Both Ace and Arei (if Ace is to be believed) called David out for being the owner of this secret, and Whit, via Charles, was eventually forced to admit that it was true. David’s own behavior after this secret was revealed also demonstrates the likelihood that this is true. However, we now know that David lies constantly. He could be rolling with the narrative that this is his secret because he believes it’s not worth it to fight back and reveal something potentially worse. Despite belonging to someone else in this scenario, I think that this secret would just happen to match up with David’s worldview as well, to the point of basically being two people’s secret. However, that would mean that Ace (and theoretically Arei) would have to be wrong, and that Whit, who claims to be a bad liar, would have to be lying. I think this is probably David’s, but if some plot twist occurs in Trial 2 Part 2, don’t say I didn’t see it coming.

“Ever since you kissed her, you were afraid your sexuality would ruin your friendships.” Charles claimed that this was Eden’s secret. While I don’t think she ever confirmed it, I personally trust that Charles is telling the truth (what motive does he have to not), so I think this is probably correct. Eden appears to care a lot about friendship, so this fits with her personality. “You can’t go back, no matter how hard you try,” Eden’s hidden quote, also feels applicable. However, for all the mastermind Eden truthers out there (I think there are a good number of you?), I think that this secret could easily be something that is true, but is also a soft ball compared to what could be said about her.

And, there we go! With ten secrets more or less confirmed, we’re left with six secrets to truly theorize about, and six students left to have them: Teruko, Xander, Hu, Levi, Min, and Veronika.

But, wait a minute! you realize. Wasn’t Xander’s secret already confirmed to be “How could I even select what secret to make your motive? Just about everything you’ve done in your life is worth killing for. The killing game is all your fault”? Well, here’s the thing. The only one who claimed that this secret was Xander’s was David. And, as previously established, David is a massive liar. Although he didn't say it, I get the sense from David’s behavior that he was trying to figure out where each secret lay before and during the trial, so that he could theoretically claim a different secret than was his and maintain his career. That’s why he asked to go last: so that he could have as much information as possible before making a bluff. In doing so, I think he may have claimed that this secret was Xander’s because Xander wasn’t there to tell the others that David was lying.

The way David said it, and especially the way that none of the other characters took the time to react to this information, make me believe that it was a lie. It’s like how they didn’t spend any time having Teruko and Eden dwell on Ace’s life and their relationships with him when they found him in the gym, because Ace wasn’t actually dead. If David really essentially revealed Xander as the mastermind in the middle of the Trial and that information was actually true, wouldn’t you have been curious how Teruko would react? I feel like they intentionally played softball with that “reveal” because it wasn’t true.

Additionally, I have my suspicions that another secret better fits Xander’s character. Namely, “You’re constantly blaming yourself for the death of your parents and siblings. It doesn’t matter that it’s not your fault, just that you didn’t go with them.” Via the story told in Bonus Episode 2 - Visiting Graves, we can gather that Xander’s family (which canonically includes parents and siblings) died due to some sort of disease outbreak while he was studying abroad. Thus, while saying that he “didn’t go with them” is sort of a strange way to phrase it, that part of the secret could be saying that Xander didn’t go back to Chariton to be with his family when they died. Or, it could be shaming him for not “going with them” to the afterlife. That would certainly fit in with Xander’s hidden quote, which is literally the definition of survivor’s guilt: “Survivor guilt (n): feelings of guilt for having survived a catastrophe in which others died.”

While I strongly suspect that this is Xander’s secret and that David was lying, I obviously can’t be certain that that’s true. It could be Teruko’s secret, given that we know that she has a sibling and has seen a dead body. It’s also possible that this could be Levi’s secret, as he is known to have parents and siblings. However, from the way he spoke about them, I feel like it was implied that they were alive. And, even if they weren’t, based on their rocky relationship, I don’t know if he would constantly blame himself. In Bonus Episode 1 - A History of Hope’s Peak, Min mentions that she has (likely alive) parents, while her sibling status is unknown. As far as I remember, not much is known about Hu or Veronika’s families, so it’s difficult to speculate about them.

That being said, I have a hard time believing that the secret “You only took on your talent to distract yourself from your incessant need to harm yourself for fun” isn’t Veronika’s. In Chapter 2 Episode 7, Veronika reveals that she struggles immensely with boredom, and got into horror because fear and thrill interest her. I could definitely see that, before discovering horror, injuring herself was Veronika’s “best” outlet to escape her boredom. Her hidden quote, “Once something is broken, it can never be pieced together in quite the same way again. The same goes for people” seems to match the worldview that this person might have had. Beyond that, I genuinely don’t know who else this secret would fit. Hu, Levi, and Min all feel like strange fits personality-wise to me– they seem pretty level-headed and aren’t big fun-seekers. Xander has knowledge of treating injuries, but I can’t see someone so tied to survivor’s guilt injuring themselves specifically for the sake of fun. Teruko is quite bandaged, but only because of her luck, and she seems to dislike being the recipient of such harm. Therefore, Veronika seems like the best fit.

The last secret that I have strong thoughts about is “Xander’s” secret, which we already talked about: “How could I even select what secret to make your motive? Just about everything you’ve done in your life is worth killing for. The killing game is all your fault.” I think that this is Teruko’s secret. Teruko has canonically stated that she doesn’t know what exactly her secret is. While she has a habit of keeping things from us, if she’s telling the truth, that lines up with “everything in your life being worth killing for.” From the very first scene, we also know that someone who wants to end the killing game has the goal of killing Teruko, no matter what. If the anti-killing game person is anti-Teruko, it stands to reason that Teruko is aligned with the killing game somehow.

I’m not entirely sure about this one, though, mainly because of the way Teruko acts. Wanting to stay in the school for the rest of her life doesn’t seem to align with the goals of the mastermind, AKA running the killing game. However, there are a couple of ways to avoid this problem. The first is the obvious solution that Teruko just forgot that she was the mastermind. This has happened in canon and fanon Danganronpa alike, so it totally could happen again. Alternately, this secret doesn’t actually say that its bearer is the mastermind, only that the killing game is their fault. If the real mastermind began the killing game in order to murder or otherwise get revenge on Teruko (potentially for all the so-called terrible things she’s done or been a part of), this could be Teruko’s secret without her actually being the mastermind.

For what it’s worth, though, I think it’s decently likely that the mastermind is a girl. In A History of Hope’s Peak and Visiting Graves, Min and Xander talk to “Unnamed Student,” who has a consistent voice between the two episodes. While I didn’t mention it earlier, MonoTV also has a hidden quote: “Her name is Mai Akasaki.” Looking at this hidden link, we can also see that Mai looks the same as the person Teruko saw in her flashback after Xander died. I would be willing to wager that this “Unnamed Student” is Mai, and that “she” is therefore a girl. The dialogue implies Mai was in the same Hope’s Peak class as both Min and Xander. Although this series follows the class of a collegiate Hope’s Peak several decades past Makoto, a typical class of Ultimates has sixteen students, eight men and eight women. Thus, if Mai was in Xander and Min’s class, but now is not in the killing game, there’s probably a female intruder who took Mai’s place. That person may be the mastermind. Seeing that Teruko is a girl, Teruko could fit this intruder role.

Of course, the gender balance could be thrown off given that we have at least one nonbinary student, but it’s still worth mentioning. Additionally, I can’t deny that this could still be Xander’s secret, or even someone else’s entirely. Whether David makes it through the second Class Trial or not, I feel like we won’t be getting the truth out of this one for a while to come.

Guessing who owns the last three secrets between Min, Hu, and Levi is where it gets murky. “You always treated the competition with ruthlessness, but poisoning them to win was a bit too far, wasn’t it?” probably gives us the most to work with. I don’t think this would be Levi’s secret, given that I don’t know what “competition” he would have had in becoming a personal stylist.

From A History, we know that Min did have to compete in order to become the Ultimate Student. However, she also tells Mai that “it seem[ed] highly unlikely that [she] was number one in the nation in terms of raw scores”, and that she “doubt[s she] was even the top scorer on that test.” The use of “unlikely” and “doubt” make it sound like she didn’t know exactly what would happen with the results, and therefore that she didn’t take decisive action against her competitors to secure them. However, she could also be concealing the truth from Mai. Or, if her benefactor poisoned the competition for her, perhaps that could count as her secret as well. She might then agree that it was a step too far, though, especially given that her hidden quote is “I wanted to save you.”

Otherwise, this secret could fit Hu pretty well. The arts are always a competitive field, so I could see Hu having competition for being the top zither player. Her hidden quote, “I want to pay for what I’ve done. But even then, I still want to live” could totally match up too. She feels bad about poisoning her competitors, but it’s not like she wants to be poisoned herself to atone for it.

Then there’s “You were quite the hopeless child. Dying once wasn’t enough, so you attempted suicide three times.” While it might seem like Hu’s “even then, I still want to live” could fall in line with this, I don’t see how attempting suicide would leave her with anything to pay for. It would only be if Hu’s suicide attempts drove her loved ones to such despair that they decided to take themselves out too. But, in that case, wouldn’t that probably be mentioned in the secret itself? However, I do think it’s worth noting that Hu’s refusal to share the “harm yourself for fun” secret could hint at her having a past history of self harm.

Min and Levi seem to have both been pretty hopeless children. By her own admittance, Min grew up quite poor, and her parents seemed to care more about her Ultimate potential than her as a person. This could have led her to become suicidal. Her dialogue surrounding these events is perplexing– she says that she obsessively studied for her entire life to pass the Ultimate test, and that she never considered failure as an option. If she’s telling the whole truth, then perhaps she had such tunnel vision on her goal that she never would have tried to take herself out of the game. Or, is she only using such strong language in hindsight, when she had more faltering steps along the way?

Levi also had a very rough childhood, claiming himself that he, his parents, and his siblings were bad influences on each other. It’s possible that their influence caused Levi to feel that “dying once wasn’t enough,” and separate instances of abuse or arguing drove him to the edge several times. His hidden quote, “I always believed that a person is defined by their actions alone. But maybe that’s just a poor excuse for my heartlessness” doesn't totally seem to fit this secret. However, if he was dishing out abuse as much as he was taking it, maybe he drove his family to the point of harming themselves, too. It’s quite sad to think about, but that’s true of whoever holds this secret.

And, finally, “You’re a murderer, and you hold no remorse.” This secret is so vague that it’s really hard to get a grasp on it. I want to eliminate Min from this one, simply based on her behavior in the first Class Trial. If she had killed someone before with no remorse, would she really act so shocked and afraid when she wound up killing Xander? And, how and when would she have been driven to the point of killing someone while she was devoted so fiercely to studying?

However, Levi and Hu don’t seem to make much sense for this one either. Levi seems to be a pretty regretful person, and talking about his “poor excuses for heartlessness” only adds to that reading. I could see Levi having killed someone, but it’s harder to believe that he wouldn’t feel even a little bit bad about it. Same with Hu– if she wants to “pay for what she’s done,” wouldn’t that mean that she feels bad about her hypothetical murder?

If I had to guess at this point, I suppose I would say that the competition was Hu, the three attempts were Min, and the no remorse was Levi? But the dead end on the remorse secret makes me feel like either I’m missing something, or I was wrong about Teruko, Xander, Veronika, or somebody else.

Sorry if this wasn’t as conclusive as you were hoping for– I mostly wrote this all out just to sort out my own thoughts. I only caught up with this series, like, three days ago? So it’s definitely possible that I’m forgetting or missing something. Or, that I just came upon common consensus, and that everyone already figured out and agreed on all this weeks ago. Still though, thank you so much for reading all the way until the end, and if you have anything to add, please feel free to respond in some way. I would love to know what you think!

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #drdt spoilers #fanganronpa #rose lacroix #j rosales #arei nageishi #nico hakobyan #charles cuevas #arturo giles #ace markey #whit young #david chiem #eden tobisa #xander matthews #veronika grebenshchikova #teruko tawaki #hu jing #min jeung #levi fontana #cw death #cw suicide #i am trying extra hard to prevent people from seeing things they don't want to see this time just bc this one is ROUGH #mannnnn there is so much to talk about with despair time #these secrets TOOK ME OUT when i first saw them #how are they all so extreme #apologies that unlike the eden's garden theory there is no art this time #i'm still drawing all of them i just wanted to make it a separate post this time so that people could interact separately #if they like one part and not the other #idk how long i'll keep up the drdt posting but for now i'm having lots of fun

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Our Obsession With the Tortured Poet Trope: Where Do We Draw the Line of Responsibility?

WC: 1592

CW: mentions of su*cide, mental health, and character ab*se

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Introduction The Romanticization of Suffering Why? Morbid Fascination However, There's a Trap... What Does it Mean For Us Writers?

Introduction

The Tortured Poet trope embodies a romanticized image of the artist grappling with internal turmoil and emotional anguish, often portrayed as a misunderstood genius whose suffering gives birth to great works of art. However, alongside this fascination lies a complex web of ethical considerations regarding the portrayal and romanticization of suffering. Today, we will delve into the roots of the Tortured Poet trope, exploring its connection to romanticism, creativity, and the human fascination with suffering. Furthermore, we will seek to examine the ethical responsibilities of promoting this archetype.

The Romanticization of Suffering

The notion of romanticizing suffering can be traced back to ancient Greek mythology, where the Muses, the goddesses of inspiration, were believed to both inspire artists and inflict them with madness. This dual aspect highlights the complex relationship between creativity and suffering. Plato, an ancient Greek philosopher, praised creativity as a form of “divine madness,” suggesting that it was a gift bestowed upon individuals by the gods. Aristotle, another influential philosopher, similarly suggested that great genius often came with a touch of insanity, further reinforcing the idea that creativity and suffering were intertwined.

During the Romantic era, which spanned roughly from the late 18th to the mid-19th century, artists and writers placed a strong emphasis on intense emotions and experiences. They celebrated the beauty and authenticity found in suffering, viewing it as a source of inspiration and creativity rather than something to be avoided or minimized. In this context, the figure of the Tortured Poet emerged as a symbol of the romantic ideal—a creative individual who embraced their inner turmoil and used it to fuel their personal expression.

A notable example can be found in the character of Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights. Firstly, it’s a prevalent trope in even modern literature and film that a “reformed bad boy” suddenly makes the best boyfriend/husband material. Heathcliff, however, does not reform. He holds his grudge and desire for revenge to the point where his abuse of Isabella is one of selfish amusement. Critic Joyce Carol Oates actually argues that Brontë does to readers what Heathcliff does to Isabella: testing us with his violence and morbidity to see how much we will continue to insist that he is a romantic hero. He may not be a poet from an artistic standpoint, but he is one who fully embraced his traumas to fuel his behavior and personality; and he definitely reflects the Romantic era’s fascination with the darker aspects of human experience.

Why? Morbid Fascination

So why is there such an awe surrounding the darker sides of human nature? It seems that morbid fascination is deeply ingrained aspects of our behavior, leading audiences to seek insight into the inner workings of the tortured artist’s mind. This tendency manifests in various forms, from the consumption of the artist's work to the scrutiny of their personal life and struggles.

Audiences are drawn to the darkness and turmoil that often permeate the work of tortured artists. Whether it’s the haunting lyrics of a troubled musician, the raw emotion captured in a painter’s brush strokes, or the visceral honesty of a poet’s words, there is a magnetic allure to the expression of human suffering. This fascination stems from a desire to understand the complexities of the human condition, to confront our own mortality and existential angst through the lens of another’s experiences.

The Nightmare

“The Nightmare” by Henry Fuseli is a prime example of people’s fascination with darkness and the macabre. Painted in 1781, this iconic work of art depicts a woman draped across a bed, seemingly in the throes of a nightmare. Above her, a demonic creature, often interpreted as an incubus, sits perched upon her chest, while a ghostly horse with glowing eyes lurks in the background.

The painting’s unsettling imagery and eerie atmosphere have captivated viewers for centuries, eliciting a sense of unease and fascination with the darker aspects of the human psyche. Fuseli’s masterful use of chiaroscuro and dramatic lighting heightens the sense of foreboding, drawing viewers into the nightmarish scene.

Audiences are drawn to “The Nightmare” not only for its technical brilliance but also for its exploration of themes such as fear, desire, and the subconscious mind. The painting taps into primal fears and fantasies, confronting viewers with the uncanny and the irrational.

Moreover, this painting exemplifies the Romantic fascination with the supernatural and the macabre, prevalent during Fuseli's era. The Romantics sought to explore the darker realms of human experience, rejecting rationalism in favor of emotion and imagination. Fuseli’s painting embodies this fascination with the unknown, inviting viewers to confront their deepest fears and desires.

However, There’s a Trap…

When looking into the Tortured Poet, I couldn’t help but compare it to the Obsessed Artist trope, which I talked about previously. I wondered what the differences between the two were, as both seemed to go to the extremes to express their art and both had some semblance of trauma that permeated their being to the point of potential or evident harm.

My observation was this: where the Obsessed Artist is seemingly unaware of their destruction, the Tortured Poet validates it. There are two sides to this validation: internal and external.

Internal Validation

There is what could be called “self-prescribed torture,” where the Poet will claim they are Tortured in order to validate their actions. In other words, the trope can lead individuals to resonate with the romanticized image of the Tortured Poet, glorifying suffering as a prerequisite for artistic brilliance. This misinterpretation may compel individuals to fabricate or exaggerate their personal struggles, believing that genuine pain is necessary for authenticity.

Take Henry Winter from The Secret History as an example. Despite his privileged upbringing and academic success, Henry is deeply disillusioned with the world around him, harboring a sense of existential ennui and moral ambiguity. He sees himself as an outsider, disconnected from the superficiality and hypocrisy of society, and seeks solace in the pursuit of knowledge and aesthetic beauty.

Despite his intellectual prowess, Henry is not immune to the allure of power and control. As the leader of the group, he exerts a subtle but undeniable influence over his peers, manipulating them into participating in increasingly dangerous and morally questionable activities. His moral ambiguity and manipulative tendencies make him a compelling and morally complex character, blurring the lines between protagonist and antagonist.

External Validation

The aforementioned morbid fascination comes with ethical implications. The exploitation of the artist’s pain for the sake of entertainment or artistic consumption raises questions about the boundaries between artistic expression and personal privacy. There is a fine line between appreciating the artistry of the Tortured Poet and consuming their suffering for one’s own pleasure, catharsis, or for the sake of living vicariously.

Moreover, the societal implications of romanticizing genius and madness are profound. By treating suffering as a need for creativity, society perpetuates harmful stereotypes and diminishes the lived experiences of individuals struggling with various mental conditions. This romanticization not only trivializes the complexity of mental health but also reinforces harmful myths about the nature of creativity.

Many still subscribe to the notion that great art emerges from pain and adversity. This is not without evidence, either. A 2012 Swedish study showed that “authors… were more common among most of the other psychiatric diseases (including schizophrenia, depression, anxiety syndrome and substance abuse) and were almost 50 per cent more likely to commit suicide than the general population.” Consequently, this romanticized view of suffering may discourage individuals from seeking help for genuine mental health issues, perpetuating a cycle of silence and stigma surrounding mental illness.

Additionally, the romanticization of the Tortured Poet trope may overshadow the artistic merit of works created by individuals who do not fit this archetype. By privileging suffering as the ultimate source of creativity, society risks overlooking the diverse range of voices and experiences present within the artistic community. This focus on the Tortured Poet trope not only limits artistic expression but also perpetuates a homogenized view of creativity that fails to reflect the richness and complexity of human experience.

What Does it Mean For Us Writers?

At the very base of our craft, we write to express ourselves. Our own traumas, histories, and lived experiences shape our stories. I’m speaking to myself, as well, when I say that it’s imperative that we prioritize our mental health first. Yes, everything that we have been through is valid, but I don’t believe that we need to remain stagnant in those emotions and any likely harmful behaviors, be it to ourselves or others, for the sake of our craft.

As for anyone who wants to write a Tortured Poet character (again, myself included), I do wonder about the ethical and moral responsibilities we have in our representations of the character. Personally, I do enjoy an unlikeable character. In fact, one of my MCs in a current wip believes themselves to be “tortured” in the sense that they justify their actions towards others and use it as an excuse to not heal or grow as a person. However, the fear of readers taking such a character at face value and essentially treating them as some readers treated Heathcliff does linger in my head. Although, I believe such a discussion is more suited towards the layers of media literacy or the miscommunications upon reader interpretation versus artist intention. If anyone else has any thoughts, I’d love to hear about them.

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couple days ago, I read a fic with Wrecker going crazy bc Reader was wearing yoga pants and i would like to raise you this: the exact opposite.

Wrecker seeing you in the most worn-out, washed-out, painted-with-stains-of-unclear-origins, definitely not fitting you correctly, “just good enough for the corner store down the road but only when it’s dark out and you don’t have to worry about running into anyone you know”-clothes and suddenly he’s having a hard time breathing and his hands are tingling with the urge to grab you. Mans almost pops a boner right then and there and he has to stop himself from thinking too much about what it means because he never would have thought someone like you could feel this comfortable around someone like him. It’s like he just realized you actually feel at home around him and his brothers and now he has to take a minute to calm down and go sit with his feelings a little before continuing with the program.

Between your armor pieces, your regular training clothes and the occasional flash of bare skin when you got injured, not to mention a shared living space, there really wasnt all too much you guys havent seen of each other.

Of course, Wrecker hadn't looked. Well, he had, at first, really couldn't have helped it, but it was always so fleeting and the context had never been even remotely sensual, so neither of you had payed it any mind. Until one day, he did.

It had snuck up on him, you had snuck up on him so quickly, he never stood a chance.

He might have been used to seeing you in your armor, but the sight of you without them had his chest tightening and his palms sweating.

You looked so.. comfortable.

It wasn't the civilian clothing he'd seen you in before, the one you wore when you needed to blend in, or move with the mobility of lighter materials. It wasn't even the few pieces you'd shown Omega when she had asked you about your life before the war. You pulled them out of your pack and pointed out all the details of the design, conjuring up memories and the idea of the person you had been before. Wrecker had liked those, he listened to your stories and wondered how a bunch of clothes could say so much about the person wearing them. You had laughed and said how the markings on their armor was kind of the clone-version of fashion and all he could do was stare at you and try not to let his mouth hang open.

The clothes you were wearing now didn't have any notable designs on them. They didn't even fit you properly. The shirt was loose and the pants a tad too long and it was clear that none of the pieces were designed with any real purpose in mind. To someone like himself, a clone, that idea was entirely unfamiliar.

It hit him then, the thought that somehow, somewhere along the line, you’d made this place your home.

#tbb wrecker x reader #he's turned on by emotional intimacy try and change my mind #i'll link the other fic in a reblog gimme a sec to go find it #☆ { my cosmos }#☆ { the best buds }#☆ { wrecker }#☆ { fic rec }

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ocean waves & faded dreams — shore ix

the avengers watch the beginning of johan’s trauma.

⚝༄ platonic!bucky barnes x original character (ft. platonic!tony stark x original character)

⚝༄ language; mentions of trespassing & kidnapping; depictions of murder

⚝༄ paragraph format — 1.1K words

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⚝༄ think everything in bold is in russian.

There was no warning.

One moment the Avengers were in their tower, basked in light and familiarity, but then . . . they weren’t.

All of a sudden, they were inside a luxurious high-rise apartment. With a glance, they were quick to notice how the day room they materialized in had floor-to-ceiling windows — with a view overlooking the city below. The next thing they took a note of was the furniture, specifically how it had a notable theme of white accented with emerald green and gold.

"Where are we?" Scott asked as he looked around, assessing his surroundings. Next to him, the rest were doing something similar. "Did we just trespass into someone’s home?"

"Not just anyone’s," Bucky answered, directing everyone else’s attention toward the wall decorated with picture frames. "It’s Johan’s."

"She looks so different," Pietro commented while observing the hanged pictures up close. "I could barely see the resemblance."

Sam joined Pietro by the wall. He tilted his head in slightly different angles to give himself a new perspective on each of the photos. "How did you even recognize her right away?"

"The picture on the bottom," Bucky supplied, his voice once again had a subtle softness mixed in it. The same very tone they all heard him use when he talked to the kid agent. "She looked like that when I first met her."

"You mean," Bruce began in disbelief, "Kid was around that age when HYDRA took her?"

Before Bucky could answer, a young voice suddenly filled the comfortable silence in the apartment — effectively startling the band of heroes.

"Mommy, can Uncle Sage build me a Transformer Sera?" It came from the blanket fort in the middle of the living room. In their daze with the displayed photographs, they had forgone their instincts as seasoned field agents: that was, to inspect their surroundings as thoroughly as they could to avoid any surprises.

Everyone shared a look, slightly frozen. It was silent when they materialized in the room, thus they mistakenly assumed that the apartment was empty. It didn’t help that no one interrupted their conversation in panic of being broken into, either.

"This is a memory," Wanda saved her teammates from another second of overthinking. "We don’t exist in it."

"A Transformer Sera?" Another voice inside the fort replied, curious. "What for?"

"I wanna be like Iron Man!" The first voice responded almost immediately, her excitement apparent. "I wanna drive the robot when I don’t wanna fly."

"Okay, little Stark." Everyone unconsciously looked at Tony then, but he didn’t meet their eyes as he kept his steady on the blanket fort. "You can ask your Uncle Sage when he drops by."

The celebration that followed suit was cut short by the sound of the doorbell ringing through the entire apartment. Not a moment later, a woman emerged from the structurally-sound fort.

Her resemblance to Agent Johan Collins was uncanny. With a single glance, it was obvious that Kid — as she permitted the Avengers to call her — inherited most of her features from her. With the exception of her green eyes and red hair, as opposed to the latter’s dark eyes and black hair, she was essentially the older version of the twelve-year-old they met.

Most of the Avengers recognized her, much to their own astonishment. "Her mother’s Dawn Collins?" And, really, how could they not? Her disownment from her family following her resignation as her father’s heiress was all over the news then, trumping whatever ‘breaking news’-worthy actions Tony did for months. Not that it was a good publicity of any kind, as the media soon dubbed her as the face of disinheritance.

"You know her?" Steve spoke for the rest who weren’t aware of what occupied the news before the last decade.

Rhodey affirmed with a hum. "She had a similar upbringing to Tony and belonged in the same elite crowd, too. Her father disowned her after she insisted on pursuing what she really wanted to do in life."

"Just a second!" Dawn shouted at the door as she hurried toward it, passing through the heroes in the process. With a welcoming smile plastered on her face, she opened the door, "How may I help you?"

Three men on the other side of the door took a second to state their purpose. "We’re looking for Anastasia Stark."

"This was the memory Kid was talking about," Natasha connected the dots in a whisper. Suddenly, it felt wrong to talk in their normal volume somehow — especially with the tension slowly building in the air.

And, as if a second confirmation to Natasha’s claim, they soon caught a glimpse of the symbol stitched on the men’s jackets. HYDRA.

"Oh, so sorry, boys," Dawn’s smile didn’t waver. "I haven’t heard of that name. May I suggest trying to ask the other doors?"

The HYDRA agents remained in front of her door, seemingly trying to come up with another, less suspicious approach. All three of them were wearing sunglasses, despite being indoors, so it was hard to tell where they were looking.

"Oh shit, no. Kid just stay there!" Clint panicked slightly when he noticed four-year-old Johan Collins emerging from the blanket fort. He attempted to stop her from reaching the door; but, just as Dawn had, she merely passed through. Because, again, this was a memory they didn’t exist in.

The Avengers could only watch as little Johan waddled near the door, halting two feet away from where her mother stood. She tilted her head slightly to the side, her eyes shining with curiosity. "Mommy?"

"Go back inside, sweetheart. Mommy will join you in a moment," Dawn replied without taking her eyes off the men on the other side of the door.

Perhaps that would’ve convinced the HYDRA agents to leave, noting that they’ve disturbed her quite enough. But, as they were about to turn, the one on the right took notice of something the other two failed to. "Her eyes."

Natasha unconsciously translated for the Avengers who couldn’t understand Russian.

"Yes," all the agents’ attention were on the four-year-old now, "Stark’s eyes."

It was Bucky who translated this time, his voice somewhat tight.

They didn’t know what alerted Dawn that the men were up to no good; but, suddenly, her complete demeanor changed. Her welcoming smile was gone and was replaced by a stern look of protectiveness. "Good day, gentlemen." She tried to close the door, but was prevented by the closest man. "You‘re not going to go near my daughter without getting through me."

Everything that came next was a blur.

There were two consecutive gunshots.

Then an earsplitting scream of a little girl.

next shore >

#bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes scenarios #bucky barnes oneshots #bucky barnes fanfics #bucky barnes fics #bucky barnes #the white wolf #the winter soldier #marvel #mcu #avengers #the white wolf imagines #the winter soldier imagines #marvel imagines #mcu imagines #platonic!bucky barnes x reader #platonic!avengers x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader

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Since Piri can use magic, can we have him talk about or show to other Countries about Biringan City? The hidden magical city that could probably rival Atlantis

He can't really talk about magic to anyone since, one: they might think he's gone loco and needs professional help and two: he kinda likes it this way, mainly because he can cause mischief without any of it being trailed back to him.

The only magical exposure that he allows others to experience, is his necromancy due to the fact that sometimes it can't be helped since he's popular with ghosts and that he likes using it to mess with people by spooking them a bit.

The only ones who knows about his use of magic is Mexico and the UK bros. Mexico because he introduced the art of speaking and befriending the dead to him and the UK bros because of that one visit of theirs.

But thanks to that visit, this lead to England talking about him to the rest of the magical trio. Which in turn made them interested in getting to know Piri's abilities, especially Romania a fellow dark magic user. So one day, they invited Piri to hang out with them which of course he accepts!

When they got together they immediately started asking him to show them what he got because as I said, countries being able to use magic is kind of rare. And when he did, they immediately realized that the magic that he's doing is really dark and dangerous. I mean yes they have Romania doing stuff like that to, but Piri's is ten times more dangerous than his. Not to mention, requires a little gore at times.

When asked if he knows anything else other than dark magic, he said no. Because he only learned dark magic for the sake of combating against aswangs who are getting a little too assertive in hunting down humans. And even if he wanted to learn something else, he can't because he doesn't have any learning material to be able to do friendlier magic since Spain most likely got rid of it.

But despite that, Piri then mentioned about a possible last resort that could help him learn friendlier magic. And that is Biringan City. A mythical city that is hidden away from the rest of the area, and where all the engkantos (fae) reside.

And maybe, just maybe if he were to be able to find that city he might be able to get the engkantos to teach him their magic, since their one of the few magical creatures that don't try to harm humans without reason and only asked for respect in return.

Piri: Now that I said that out loud, it kinda sounds like Harry Potter's wizarding world.

England: Oh now I know exactly what I'm gonna do when I visit you next time.

And the other two joined in, because secret magical cities are exactly right up their alley. And Piri actually interested in learning light magic, plans to join in too (of course he will, it's in his place).

Needless to say, this is not the last time he's hanging out with the magic trio.

I'm glad you guys are enjoying the aspect that Piri can do dark magic most notably necromancy, since I got a lot of asks about his abilities and other nations outside of ASEAN interactions and reactions to it. I really like it to, dark mythology is honestly really fun to write about! And your questions really help me with the lore of Piri's magical abilities. Hope to get more of them in the future.

#hws philippines

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'Fans are now looking for who is Andrew Scott’s Partner. The Irish actor has not just made headlines for his films but also for his relationship. Before diving into whom Andrew is in love with, let’s have a look at some of his notable works. Andrew Scott is popularly known for portraying the character of Jim Moriarty in Sherlock. For this, he successfully won the BAFTA Television Award.

Some of his famous acting credits include Dead Bodies, Legacy, Alice Through the Looking Glass, This Beautiful Fantastic, A Dark Place, etc. Have you not watched his recent medieval comedy film, Catherine Called Birdy? In this, he played the role of Lord Rollo. Not to forget to mention that Andrew hasn’t just limited himself to films but worked in various television shows too.

Some of those includes- His Dark Materials, Oslo, Black Mirror, The Quatermass Experiment, School of Roars, etc. Born on 21 October 1976, Andrew Scott is now 46 years old. The actor hails from Dublin, Ireland. Because of his excellent acting skills, he has been the recipient of several accolades to date, some of which are- the Laurence Olivier Award, Critics’ Choice Television Award, etc.

Fans are lately showing their interest in who Andrew Scott is dating. It was back in 2013 when he commented on his sexuality for the very first time in public...

Andrew Scott’s Partner: Who Is He?

Talking about Andrew Scott’s Partner, it’s reportedly his acting career. These days, he appears to be very focused on his work. It seems like his busy schedule is keeping him distracted and engaged positively. Well, it’s good to see him working so hard for the sake of delivering his best to each of us. Because of the lack of hints, we may consider Andrew to be single and happy with that.

Being his fan, you must be well aware of his long-time relationship with Stephen Beresford, which ended back in 2019. They dated each other for a decade or so. Andrew’s former partner, Stephen, is a versatile actor and writer. He is popularly known for writing the play, The Last of the Haussmann. Surprisingly, at the beginning of this year, Andrew and Stephen were spotted together in Venice on a city break.

It seems like they broke up but on good terms. Both appear to be still good friends, as Andrew wrapped his arm around Stephen’s back. To be more precise, it was during the afternoon period on 23 January 2022. They stopped by a restaurant to grab their lunch.

People started making speculations if Andrew Scott and Stephen Beresford reconciled. But neither of them commented anything on that. So, it’s safe to assume that both are good friends and nothing is beyond that.

In recent days, Andrew Scott has not posted pictures of him with anyone suspicious. Also, he has not been spotted strolling on the streets with someone whom fans can suspect to be his romantic interest. Based on that, it is very much evident that the actor is single. Now, if Andrew dates anyone secretly, then that is something we have to wait for their official announcement.

More About Andrew Scott

Besides knowing the details of Andrew Scott’s Partner, fans are curious to learn more about the actor. From a very young age, Andrew was interested in acting. Even though he got admitted to Trinity College Dublin to study drama, he didn’t complete his graduation. Instead, he joined Abbey Theatre right after six months. He has always been crazy about acting hard.

Also, he addressed it to have a “healthy obsession.” Considering you as Andrew Scott’s fan, you will be happy to know that he is set to release his next project, Ripley. The character he will portray is Tom Ripley. Aren’t you excited? Wishing Andrew Scott nothing but the best for his upcoming projects.'

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FanFiciton Multiverse: The Emperor-Verse

Given the nature of my RWBY Reimagined AU, Saints of Remnant, I'm thinking compiling some of my fanfictions in a universe thats inspired by The Chronicles of Narnia which is implied to exist in this universe but never truly touched upon until a major crossover event and even then, its set after The Last Battle so Narnia is long gone, but it vaguely implied and referenced to explain how this multiverse works and even the origins of some worlds along utilizing the theology of my Catholic Faith, The Works of CS Lewis and Medieval Cosmology, since all these things in my opinion can help tie them all together.

The Emperor-Verse(link to the blog is in the title)

The Emperor-Verse is the fanfiction multiverse in which these stories take place, named after the Supreme Deity that rules these worlds The-Emperor-Of-All-That-Is which were created or adopted by The Great Prince and given The Breath of Life

My Catholic Faith along with the works of CS Lewis served great inspiration for this universe, but mostly its a prototype of one of my fictional universes, or perhaps you can call a ‘multiverse’, known as The Loreverse which you can find on my primary blog

And here are some of the titles

RWBY: Saints of Remnant(reimagined)

Code Geass: Lelouch of The Knighood(reimagined, possible placeholder title)

Skullgirls: Reimagined(placeholder name, need to think of something more fitting)

Bionicle: A Tale of Hope(reimagined)

Fate/Defiance(Fan Sequel to Unlimted Bladeworks)

Skeleton Knight in Another World: The Order of The Sacred Blood(alternate sequel)

BlazBlue: Alterized Fate(reimagined)

D.Gray-Man: Encore(reimagined)

There may be more in the future

It may feature a crossover involving five characters, two from our world which shares the same world as Fate in this case, jumping from world to world and bring some other characters across worlds depending on the situation

Now you’re probably asking

“Why are you doing this?”

Mostly because like I said, its a prototype of concepts and stories which these franchises I’m using I take heavy inspiration from, which will most likely become there own things mostly for The Lorverse.

If I used The Loreverse which I plan to make money on, it might lead to legal issues and I don't want that to happen.

“Why are you using your Religion?”

After doing some soul searching and listening to the Narnia books on Audible, which Narnia is implied to exist, or I should say had existed, in this universe, and I might include elements of CS Lewis’ Space Trilogy

The multiverse takes these universes and blends them into my faith and its theology, and even uses medieval cosmology, and makes them more like swashbucklings epics and fairy stories.

“Isn’t this kind of entitled and disrespectful?”

Disagreement isn’t necessarily malicious, and entitlement is not inherently bad if its your opinions and subjective feelings which people are entitled to.

I’m not trying to spite anyone, I’m not trying to spite Monty Oum with my RWBY Reimagined AU, Especially when I never knew the guy, and that can be said with the other AUs I’m not trying to change canon or its “trajectory” whatever that means in this context. I’m not saying Pyrrha and Arkos and the current direction of RWBY post V3 was objectively bad, just not my taste, I expected it to be more like Star Wars or Avatar the Last Airbender, and ships I wanted akin to Ed and Winry, Han and Leia, Kagome and Inuyasha, I think you get the idea, and I know not everyone who liked it and are fine with how these other franchises turned out is an elitist about it, just in my experience, there were people who were. And I won’t touch upon the ships I have a beef with on this blog either.

And I’m not saying any of the franchises I’ve been covering are all objectively bad, even when they use concepts or take directions with them I don’t like due to personal tastes and preferences and “personal emotional beats”, I have my reasons for them just as you all have reasons for yours.

I am making these AU stories, which will eventually be revamped into original stories because looking back on them, their worlds, characters, concepts, ships I wanted, and other ideas all could have been in stories I believe are worth telling and I was disappointed and frustrated that they weren’t. That’s it.

Yeah, it may also be due to subjective and personal feelings, at least so I’ve been told, but I try to integrate that in a meaningful way. Once again, I have my reasons for them as you all do for yours.

“But isn’t this crossover and multiverse stuff, especially if your including Narnia and your religion kinda cringe?”

It’s mostly because helps organize my stories and gives a stable foundation when reimagining these stories, notably the magical nature of each world such as the nature of Remnant(Aura, Semblance, Faunus), Geass, Blue(BlazeBlue), Bionicle mysticism, and so-on and so-forth as different configurations of Deep Magic

I’m also utilizing medieval cosmology as Lewis did to explain the multiverse by organizing with every universe being a “Sphere” and our world, blended with the Fate Type Moon universe for practical purposes, being “The Firstborn Sphere” and the outermost sphere being Heaven or some had called “Aslan’s Country” or as its called in this Multiverse “The Great Empire” which also can be applied to the multiverse itself aka The Great Cosmic Sphere. and Hell or also known as “Tash’s Country” or “The Netherworld” exists completely outside of the multiverse

As well using the Biblical Story of Genesis as a basis especially with Adam and Eve’s connection to many sentient species of the Multiverse.

Now personally when it comes to my faith, I can live with either creationism or theistic evolution, just anything besides outright materialism.

All of this just helps tie everything together...

And like I said, all in due time, these will be made into original stories for my original universe.

I can see why people think using my religion and Narnia is cringe due to the creatively bankrupt Pureflix movies are all feel-good with no substance written by mostly I like to call "Joel Olsteens" rather than the works of martyrs and church fathers, or the esteemed medievalist CS Lewis and his friend JRR Tolkien, a hardened veteran who's family and his own life was nurtured by a serious but still merry understanding of the faith.

And I'm not saying I'm on par with these guys, but I feel like if I take cue from them, I can be sincere in my work.

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Prestigious SBIFF awards go to Bassett and Curtis

(News4usonline) - The 38th Annual Santa Barbara International Film Festival (SBIFF) wrapped with some of the biggest names in the film industry being honored. Among those receiving accolades were Angela Bassett and Jamie Lee Curtis, two of Hollywood’s longtime leading ladies. Curtis is well-known for her screams. Bassett has drawn on her unmistakable grit and perseverance for the characters she portrays. Both women have been longtime beacons of light in the film industry. Bassett, who starred in the hit film, “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever,” picked up the SBIFF Montecito Award, which was hand-delivered by film director Ryan Coogler on Feb. 9.

Jamie Lee Curtis attends the Maltin Modern Master Award ceremony during the 38th Annual Santa Barbara International Film Festival at Arlington Theatre on February 11, 2023 in Santa Barbara, California. (Photo by Tibrina Hobson/Getty Images for SBIFF) “Ms. Bassett has had an illustrious career as an actor, director and producer and in WAKANDA FOREVER reminds us why she's so greatly revered. She's regal, fierce and commanding as Queen Ramonda. We bow down.” SBIFF’s Executive Director Roger Durling stated. Coogler was the director of “Black Panther” and “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever.” Before she was presented with the Montecito Award, Bassett did a Q&A with Durling as her clips from her greatest hits of films were shown to the audience. Among the more notable roles and films Bassett has played in her illustrious career was starring in “Malcolm X,” “How Stella Got Her Groove Back,” Boyz in the Hood,” and “What’s Love Got to Do with It.” Bassett was considered to the frontrunner to win an Acadamy Award for her blistering portrayal of singer Tina Turner in “What’s Love Got to Do with It.” The Oscar didn’t materialize for Bassett, who is up for an Academy Award as Best Supporting Actress as Queen Romonda in “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever.” Curtis, considered to be Hollywood’s scream queen for ongoing roles in horror flicks like the “Halloween” saga, was given the Maltin Modern Master Award. The daughter of Hollywood legends Tony Curtis (Some Like it Hot) and Janet Leigh (Psycho), Curtis is an extremely talented actress in her own right, having earned a Golden Globe Award and enjoying several other nominations along her acting journey. But when you mention the name Jamie Lee Curtis, another name pops up immediately: Laurie Strode. Strode is the older sister of Michael Myers. Ever since 1978 when the first “Halloween” chiller first appeared, Myers has been chasing big sister around with a maniacal thirst as a killing machine leading bodies in his wake. And all the way up to the 2022 “Halloween Ends,” Curtis screams her head off. There’s nothing quite like a Jamie Lee Curtis scream, that’s for sure. In all fairness, there’s a lot more to Curtis as an actress than running around dark neighborhoods trying to avoid being the victim of her brother’s homicidal aspirations. She has starred in “Trading Places,” “The Fog,” “A Fish Called Wanda,” “True Lies,” and “Blue Steel.” According to her IMDB, Curtis has 80 film credits under her name. She’s also an accomplished director and producer. Her career is a little more than having a screamfest. “Jamie Lee Curtis has long since proven that she has staying power. People want to watch her, whether it’s in a Halloween movie or an offbeat character role. She’s talented and charismatic, and in the process does her movie-star parents proud” said Leonard Maltin. Read the full article

#AngelaBassett #BlackPanther:WakandaForever #JamieLeeCurtis #SantaBarbaraInternationalFilmFestival

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I know I’m real late but since ectoplasm is so harmful to humans, can Tucker and Sam be in the ghost zone without protection? Also, does possession still work, since ghosts are made of ectoplasm?

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not late at all! i'm really chatty rn so i'm happy to keep talking lol

so first i wanna rephrase and elaborate with what i meant by ectoplasm being harmful... i meant exposed and pure ectoplasm, so like, Danny's "blood" (internal ectoplasm) is reactive. In a more "pure" form, it's like an acid to organic material.

ectoplasm in different states would have different effects, like breathing it in? probably not good. but it's more "diluted" with the air. when it's not "pure" ectoplasm, it's harmless. i mentioned it's dark matter- that stuff is EVERYWHERE and iirc it's only known property is it's weight. but yeah like, drinking it? NOT GOOD. if it's compact enough to be a liquid then it's more "pure" and it'd be like drinking a high level acid.

the reason ectoplasm is so corrosive, as i like for it to be symbolically the "opposite" of life. they're incompatible. it react explosively makes sense to me, and ya know, traveling through a different dimension full of ghosts just sounds super dangerous to me lmao

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Sorry for the incredibly generic hazmat suit design. i'd have to do some research (i know there's different kinds and I'd also like to make this more astronaut like) it'd be very intensely important to wear one.

actually, thinking on it, imagine it's like this. you know how deep sea fish are built to a specific pressure within the deep water where gravity pushes harder? the fish there have a specific amount of water/and pressure that fills them to keep their equilibrium. that means they reduce their tissue density and have lighter bones. they're more jelly like -the same thing is true for ghosts!

ghosts are like, fully ectoplasm but ectoplasm itself is very varied -both in state of matter and also properties. the pure fluid ectoplasm inside is contained by a thing "membrane."

For a human* to come into the ghost zone, it'd be like an ocean of pure* ectoplasm. Thus, the suit. You'd expect the human to sink -being so much heavier than the ectoplasm but no, ectoplasm isn't water! it's a substance that's alien to the physics of earth.

and remember, Danny being a halfa, is paradoxically immune to ectoplasm reactions because he's a time/reality anomaly.

2) not literally pure. just like how our atmosphere isn't pure air, this ectoplasm is varied by a whole bunch of "elements" within it.

as illustrated here, ectoplasm is repelled by humans (assuming they have a protective layer, so really, any non-organic barrier) The repelled ectoplasm leaves a "gap" creating a darkness around the subject. Humans can move around as if they were in space (as there's no gravity) and can become tangible/invisible just as ghosts can in our dimension.

Likewise, ghosts don't glow and are "solid" and can't pass through. (i really loved this aspect in the original show!) Danny, being only 80% organic, isn't as repelling as other humans/ghosts, but it's not to a noticeable degree. (in this illustration it's exaggerated to make my point here) This, again, is a factor of his weird biology and paradox status. Ectoplasm and earth matter are confused -great going danny your existence breaks the rules of the universe!

(also minor aspect I like: light behaves differently here, so lights are more neon/darker.)

also important: because danny is the first human (aside from vlad lmao) to go into the ghost zone, Danny gets the wrong impression that the ghost zone is safe to humans. Thankfully before Tucker and Sam go in Danny's parents on day 2 are like:

(notably, Danny has more than one hazmat suit. this isn't the original)

anywayyyys as for your second question!

first i'm going to add a read-more cause this is getting long LOL

Also, does possession still work, since ghosts are made of ectoplasm?

Yep! Still works, even tho ghosts themselves are made of corrosive pure ectoplasm. Let me explain how this works: Ghosts are ectoplasm that has been given consciousness -remember, ghost zone is a layer onto earth it's not thousands of miles away. it's a different dimension. the natural ectoplasm (which is the zone, to be clear) that's around the earth atmosphere will accept the consciousness of someone who's died. (moving from the body to the ectoplasm) Also, it doesn't have to be humans, it could be an alien (from a distant planet or time period) or an animal or plant. or, like, something bizarrely confusing, like whatever Liminal Gates and Clockwork are. (and native ghost zone life, which are beings that developed from ectoplasm without an original consciousness from earth)

anyway, i bring this up because ghosts are a consciousness that uses ectoplasm as a body. The consciousness itself isn't necessarily connected. (Core anchor them to their body, however.)

So like, think of this way? Think of this extra dimension as a fourth x/y/z axis. Like how time is a different dimension that we can only experience linearly, ghosts are able to travel on this fourth axis. The ectoplasmisc body is "intangible" as in, existing on this different plane of existence. In the same way you can stand on the same x axis and a different y, the ghost can do so on the fourth plane. To our perspective, Danny is within Sam's body. But to Danny's body, it's on a different position just how we know something behind you is not literally in/over the thing behind it.

I hope that makes sense, dimensional stuff can be hard to talk about because we're only limited to 3 dimensions. Ghosts are 4D.

Anyway, while the body is outside our realm of (x,y,z), his consciousness overtakes Sam's when they're positioned in the same "spot" (again, technically not in the same spot, remember the x,y comparison to z) Ghosts are their own consciousness that doesn't have to use ectoplasm as it's body, though it needs it's core to sustain itself. (thus why Danny still needs to "connect" his body using gaseous ectoplasm when separating his body parts)

alright sorry this is such a long answer i love the HELL out of this kinda stuff. i sincerely hope this is comprehensible and accurate! its been a hot minute since i researched this kinda thing, but i'm pretty certain i got it right. (granted this is all pseudoscience! just like, loosely based on real theories that i can understand at a highschool level)

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Out With the Old. Yan Childe x Reader [COMM]

Warnings: Brief mentions of injury and blood, typical yandere undertones. Word count: 3.2k. Notes: i absolutely loved writing this!! i never realized how badly i needed a yandere childe that’s so obviously whipped for his darling. :’))

“Dearest [First],

I can only imagine the look that must be on your face as you read this. Don’t be too harsh on me for saying so, but I promise not a day goes by where I haven’t thought of you. Now stop scowling at the letter, it won’t do any good, after all; it’s just a piece of paper. I’d hate to come back home to see that you’ve aged from all that frowning at parchment.

Somedays I wake and fail to notice I’m in Inazuma instead of Snezhnaya. The scenery has its differences, of course, but it’s only when I realize I can’t see you that it truly sinks in. Writing this, I realize your judgment about my honesty only appearing in written form rather than in person is true. You’ve always had a penchant for keeping me in line, haven’t you?

Not that I can blame you.

You’ll be relieved to hear that the reason for my being here turned out to be a simple misunderstanding. There’s no grand coup d'état waiting to unfold amongst the lower ranks, so, unfortunately for me, it turned out to be a waste of time. On the bright side, that means I’ll get to come back home all the faster.

Tonia tells me that you’re doing well and I’m glad to hear it. I know your parents aren’t that fond of me, which is a smart call all things considered, but I hope they’re both in good health. Let me know if they need any help with their shop and I’ll see what I can do. Just don’t let them know it was from me, or they might blow a gasket.

When I come home, I wonder if I’ll see your face among the crowd on the pier this time.

At the very least… consider not discarding this letter like the others. Really, I can’t tell who is more stubborn, me or you.

-Yours eternally, Tartaglia”

This is the first letter of his that you’ve bothered reading in some time, as he made a point of mentioning. It’s difficult to identify the exact feelings his handwriting and characteristic word choice inflicts upon you, ranging from relief to exasperation. He has some audacity, refusing to see you in person for months on end, only to carry on as if nothing happened between you.

With the letter in hand, your mind wanders back, hoping to find some hints of where it all went wrong.

You remember the words said to you on that late, fateful winter evening. The confident timbre of his voice then still resonates in your head at random, never muffling despite the years that have passed, ringing as clearly as a bell. Does he ever think about it? It’s hard to say.

“One day,” Ajax, or Tartaglia as he claimed his new identity to be, had told you, “I’m going to conquer this world.”

His breath materialized in front of him as white, vaporous wisps. There’s something about that particularly frigid season that felt like magic, more so than the Cryo Vision wrapped snug around your neck. You bit back a scathing remark and instead focused your energy elsewhere. Your gloved hand raised and hovered just above his split lip, a prominent frown etched onto your face at the fresh wound. Likely the first of many to come, you lamented.

Your Vision pulsated with life and light blue shone through at your command. The tender, bruised flesh on his lip began to close, before it faded away altogether. Tartaglia raised his hand to gently touch where it had been, now nothing but a faint memory.

With that out of the way, you placed your hands onto your hips and gave him a stern look. “I wish you’d stop saying things like that. It’s going to get you into trouble one day.”

He laughed and waved off your concern.

“If only. Things have been so dull lately, I wouldn’t mind stirring up a little trouble.” Tartaglia hummed, much to your displeasure. It was no secret in your quaint hometown of Morepesok that this boy had been spiraling down a dangerous path. Your parents said as much and even encouraged you to break off ties with him. This just won’t do, you thought.

“Ouch!”

You flicked his forehead and offered up your most intimidating glare. “So you are capable of feeling pain, huh? Good. If it keeps you out of fights, then I won’t heal you anymore.”

Tartaglia rubbed the spot and smiled sheepishly.

“You say that, but I’m sure you’d change your mind if I came to you all bloodied and battered. You’re just that kind of person.” When he paused to reflect, you raised an eyebrow and challenged him.

“Now what’s this? I’m what kind of person, Ajax?” You pinched his cheek, much to his vocal displeasure, mischief gleaming in your eyes. “Say it loud and clear this time.”

“The kind that always looks out for others, even those who don’t deserve it.”

Your arms fell limp by your side. At that moment, your heart twisted in a way it never had before. It could only compare to how it felt when Ajax had stumbled back home after missing for three, long days. You weren’t sure if you had heard him right — his eyes widened as did yours like he felt equally surprised — and he rushed to save himself. The flush that dusted over his face was most certainly not from the cold weather.

Tartaglia shot up and made way for the door at a record speed. “I told my old man that I’d be home before dark. He already worries about me enough as is, so... I’ll be on my way. See ya around.”

Your rebuttal was slow as your tongue felt frozen. Tartaglia waved to you over his shoulder and took off, leaving you to wallow in your muddled thoughts. What exactly had he meant by that? Why did his gaze soften and his usually boisterous voice drop in volume?

Questions flooded your mind, questions that wouldn’t be answered for years to come.

ii.

You’ve always found this area of Morepesok to be serene. There’s no buzz of the community gathering, chattering about the latest gossip and notable news, no vendors vying for people passing by to purchase their fresh early morning catch. The surroundings are nothing but peaceful, and most importantly, silent. In the summer, there’d only have been the sound of the rushing rivers that are now frozen over and humming insects.

Twigs and dry leaves crunch behind the tree stump you’re hanging out at, signaling an approaching figure.

“I thought I might find you here.”

Tartaglia sits down next to you, blades of grass rustling against him as he did so. You don’t bother to look up, instead feigning interest in your fingernails, staring at them intently. Anywhere other than his face, which most likely than not would be boasting his trademark grin. Seeing the fake expression that he plasters on daily would only add fuel to the fire that rages inside.

Your lips part after an uncomfortable silence settles in, the atmosphere growing tenser by the second. “So you’re a Harbinger now, huh?”

“You don’t look impressed like everyone else,” He notes, his language notably more tentative than usual. It strikes through your heart, piercing flesh and blood, your fingers curling painfully tight. If he notices, he decides not to comment. Tartaglia gives you the time to process your overwhelming thoughts as if it’d make any of this easier on you.

“How could I possibly be happy about that?” You snap your head, catching how he’s momentarily caught off guard before it’s covered up just as fast. “This… this is going to be the death of you, Ajax. And Archons, the worst part is, I know me saying that won’t matter in the slightest. That death would just be the result of a fulfilling fight to you.”

Your breathing grows erratic, to the point you’re forced to stop speaking to regain yourself. He doesn’t dare utter a single word — uncharacteristically silent — watching your every movement with calculating precision. It’s taking all your strength to keep yourself together, not wanting to come undone in front of him, feeling weak just for showing this much. This is why you were hoping to avoid him, but figures he’d go out of to seek you out.

“And if I don’t die? Would that make a difference in how you feel?” He challenges, tilting his head, voice dipping in volume. “You can be honest with me, [First]. It’s not just that you’re upset about. No, there’s something else.”

He knows you too well and it’s beyond frustrating. Your body language might be difficult for others to read, but not Tartaglia, who picks up on every little nuance with ease.

Your lower lip trembles. “I hate that this is what you’ve become.”

“So that’s it then,” Tartaglia nods his head, once, coming to terms with it as soon as the words left your lips; like he already knew it all along. “I figured as much, but to hear you say it… haven’t you heard of mincing your words before?”

Hugging your knees to your chest, you internally plead with yourself not to let the nonchalant words get to you. It’s his way of dealing with strife to act unbothered, you know this, and still, it strikes deep. What if this isn’t a façade, but who he really is now? That boy you knew and grew up with — Ajax, your dearest friend — he may be physically sitting next to you, but his soul is gone. Whatever happened in those hellish three days changed him forever. Now his flesh and bones are nothing but a vessel urged on by bloodlust.

How ironic, you think. That your Vision lets you heal physical wounds, but not the unseen kind, which runs deeper than any gash could hope to. Maybe you were a fool for thinking you could fix him, revert him to how he used to be like nothing ever happened. Or maybe he let you try just to earn more time together for whatever twisted reason. Knowing that once reality settles in, you’ll go someplace far out of his reach, where he can never get you back. Sitting here, you realize that it won’t just be you losing him. He’ll also be losing you.

Is that why he is sticking around? To prolong the inevitable?

“When I look into your eyes,” you clear your tightening throat, not willing to let yourself cry. “There’s… there’s no light, no humanity, and you know it. That has to be why you chase all those stupid fights, all so that you can feel alive again.”

Tartaglia allows you the room to ramble without interruption, your venomous feelings that have long festered gushing out. When you work up the courage to look up, you find Tartaglia frowning, staring far off but at nothing in particular. So even he can sometimes be rendered to a loss for words, huh?

He sucks in a deep breath through his nose, the chilly air invading his lungs. “You’re wrong about one thing.”

Another cautious pause. He’s giving this a lot of thought.

“My fighting is not for the sole sake of the adrenaline rush, as enjoyable as that is,” he scratches the back of his neck and forces a laugh. “It’s so that I can get stronger. I told you, didn’t I? That I intend on conquering the world. To do that, I need to be the strongest, or else I can’t fulfill my promise.”

Your lips part, eyebrows furrowing together in irritation, but he places a finger to your lips before you can tear into him. The leather feels cool against your skin, and it’s just now that you realize how close he is to you. Having been so absorbed in your emotions, you failed to notice his stealthy movements, the two of you now shoulder to shoulder. Your heart thrums, reminiscent of that day ages ago.

“When the entire world lays defeated at my feet, what I want is to have you by my side. Until that dream of mine comes true, I’m afraid I’ll have to continue making you sad, but know that it’s for a reason.”

Tartaglia pulls his hand back, his finger lingering just a second over your bottom lip, finally allowing you to speak your piece.

You’re drawn like a moth to a flame to his lifeless eyes, which have seen more bloodshed in the past few months than you could ever fathom. Murmuring, you find it within yourself to respond, albeit so quietly he has to cant forward to hear. “If you accomplish just that… who’s to say I’d want to be by your side? The side of a killer?”

“Hm? Did I ever say you had a choice in the matter?” Tartaglia returns your inquiry with a bold one of his own, one that sends you recoiling in astonishment. He lets the words settle like fresh snow on the ground before laughing them off. You cross your arms over your chest, making your displeasure over his comment evident.

“Please, I’m kidding! Don’t look at me like that,” he puts his hands up in mock defense. “Ah, it’s suddenly feeling colder than usual. You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you? I never thought that humble [First], the child of the town’s apothecary at that, would be so bold as to freeze me to death.”

Your nose wrinkles up and you hold back a laugh, swatting at his shoulder. “Yeah, right. Like I could ever stand a chance against you in battle.”

“You might be surprised! I could make a warrior out of you yet. Think about it, Her Royal Highness the Tsaritsa saw fit to bestow a Vision upon you, didn’t she?” He accents his words by pointing to your neck, where you prefer to keep your Vision. Subconsciously, your hand raises, delicately touching the icy gem.

“I’m not like you,” you shake your head at his jest. “Hurting others is the last thing I’d ever want to do, trust me.”

He hums, your words taking him back, memories flashing in his mind. “I know, that’s why I’ve always done it in your stead.”

“Whoever would’ve thought fending off bored kids with a wooden sword would escalate into you climbing the ranks of the Fatui.” Had it not been for the final part of the sentence, you would’ve found it endearing to reminiscence back to your early childhood together. Still, the frost around your heart melts at the sweet memory, despite your attempts to keep it hardened. This goes to show how much I cherished it, you muse.

Lips curling into a smile, you take him by surprise and lay your head onto his shoulder. His muscles go tense, body unresponsive to the affection you used to bestow upon him in heaps. It’d been so long that he forgot the warmth you radiate like you were the sun incarnate. He had once commented that he expected a Cryo user to be cold, only to be delightfully surprised by how warm you were.

“Maybe I was always terrible, and you just didn’t notice?” He proposes, to which you snort.

“That most certainly is not the case. I’m a better judge of character than that.” You scoff at the mere idea. No, little Ajax had been nothing but a darling, there’s no doubting it. Wherever you’d go, he’d follow as if his life depended on it. There was hardly ever a time where the two of you wouldn’t be seen paired together.

“You’ll get no argument out of me there,” Tartaglia rests his head on top of yours like he used to. The circumstances have undoubtedly changed, but it’s nice to feign ignorance for a few minutes. “Say, you remember when we used to sneak off and meet here, right?”

“How could I forget?”

Tartaglia nods his head in agreement. “I was always dragging you into trouble, even then. I’m not one to dwell on the past, but I guess it’s hard not to when we’re here.”

Now that he mentions it, it wasn’t an immediate shift into his now unhinged personality; like all things, it began as a gradual descent. You should’ve noticed something was awry with how frequently he’d come to you, boasting injuries of all sorts. Each was accompanied by a rehearsed explanation as not to alarm you. Unfortunately for him, in a small town such as this, word travels quickly. It was inevitable that you’d find out the bitter truth behind his wounds.

Maybe you always knew but didn’t want to face reality.

“There was this one time in particular that always stuck out to me,” he closes his eyes, reflecting. “When I said I intended to marry you when we got older, or whenever you’d have me.”

You’re amazed at how Tartaglia recounts it without so much as stuttering, the humiliating memory sending your head spinning. There were so many memories he could’ve mentioned and that’s the one he decides to go with? You’re certain he’s messing with you at this point.

“I-I thought we swore never to mention that again!” You exclaim, blood rushing to your cheeks.

He blinks when you abruptly lift your head and shrugs off your concern. “I don’t remember ever agreeing to that. It was you who kept insisting to take a vow of silence on it, for whatever reason. Personally, I find it cute, you were so eager to accept my proposal then.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. This irksome teasing quality had reared its head alongside his other new shortcomings. The best way to deal with it, you’ve learned, is to keep the conversation going. Dwelling on it for too long never ends well.

“So, Liyue, huh?” You recall the gossip from the marketplace earlier. Some locals were fussing over the news that the Fatui’s latest Harbinger, Tartaglia, would be sent abroad for more work. There were murmurs of excitement over how a child from this seaside town managed to make it so far up the ranks. And to think they used to bemoan Ajax’s violent streak, you remember. Now that it’s beneficial to them, they sure have changed their tune.

“I wonder what it’ll be like,” he muses. “Anthon seems to think the people there eat rocks, for whatever reason.”

“Kids always say the craziest things unprompted.”

He seems agreeable to that statement. Neither of you utters another word for some time, instead thinking of both the past and the future. It’s not a comfortable position to remain seated in, yet neither you nor he complains about it. For a few brief, glorious seconds, everything almost seems normal again.

“Hey, [First].”

You hum in response. Tartaglia’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, his eyebrows knitting together in contemplation. In the silence that follows, you swear you hear a sound akin to electricity crackling, the hairs on the back of your neck standing from the drastic shift in atmosphere.

“I meant what I said. Someday, you will be by my side. I don’t care what it takes, I’ll make it happen; even if you come to hate me.”

“Because once you make a promise… you keep it.”

And he intended to do just that.

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